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Seeing Blind (youâre too good to be all mine)
Chapter 5. Mature, 2.4k. Read under cut or on Ao3
(Part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)
As always thank you to @divine-misfortune for writing this with me <3
Rain whipped around. Confused to see Dew running up to him from the side field, brushing debris off of his overalls. They had never spoken before, at least not directly like this. Small quips and comments when he finds himself at Swissâ side that sound like theyâre meant to be digs directed at him despite the fact Dew barely acknowledged his presence.
âIâm sorry?â
âI think we should have a talkâ
Itâs Rainâs turn to barely sleep in Swissâ arms. His head swimming with a tirade of thought. Was he not good enough? Did he do something wrong? Go too fast? Maybe Swiss just didnât want him in the same way he did?
He could feel how hard he was against his back for a good portion of the night. Rationally, most of that couldnât possibly be true. Why would Swiss assume he wasnât ready for it? None of it made sense and it left a strange, conflicted feeling in him. Not quite dejected but certainly confused.
At least he could finally sleep comfortably beside him, in a bed, like real people who like each other do.
When the sun threatens to crest the horizon, Swiss is shifting behind him. Moving carefully. Thoughtfully trying not to jostle Rain awake, no reason for him to have to adhere to the ungodly early schedule Swiss kept. Itâs a hopeless effort but it was the thought that counted. Rain stirred as the arm beneath his head began to retreat, making a soft sound he could only describe as a chirp. His eyes fight to open, drooping despite himself, as Swiss slipped from the cozy little cocoon theyâd made.
âShh tadpoleâŠGo back to sleepâ
Cute. Rain looked beyond adorable and Swiss suddenly understood the meaning of âcuteness aggressionâ. The messy hair and blush coloring his cheeks the loveliest shade of pink was entirely unfair, but the way he managed to bat those pretty eyelashes was playing dirty.
âJustâa couple more minutes Swiss, âleaseâ Rain mumbled his way right into a yawn, tugging at Swissâ shirt like he might just drag him back into bed like this.
âIâve gotta go, I canât be late. But come see me on my break, âkay?â
Swiss smoothed the hair from his forehead, dipping down to kiss the little crease between his brows before Rainâs head dropped back to the pillow with a small whine that he gives up on committing to when the comforters pulled back over him. Hard not to snuggle back in, harder not to bury his face in the other pillow to inhale the comfortable lingering scent like he might just pretend Swiss was still beside him.
Didnât stop him from pouting though.
Leaving Rain was a real test of his will but dutifully Swiss dragged himself away. It was safer for him to duck out as early as this, less of a chance of being caught by the wrong person. He woefully stuffed his feet back into his muddy boots abandoned by the front door and trudged outside towards his truck.
He prayed it was too early for anyone else to be lurking about, and if it had to be anyone, let it be Mountain.
But God had a sense of humor, apparently.
Dew and cirrus were waiting for him with wolfish grins near the tractor, immediately trying to prod him for answers.
"Well well well, smooth talked your way right into his bed huh?" Dew laughed
"Didn't take him for easy.â Cirrus folds her arms looking over his sorry, disheveled state.
"So how was he? Did he even know what he was doing? Was it embarrassingly bad? That why you're doing the walk of shame before the suns even up?" Dew gasped at the promise of scandal, hanging off of Cirrusâ arm with a smirk like he was pleased with himself.
Swiss couldnât tell if he wanted them to die or if he'd like a stampede of cattle to take him out then and there. Honestly, didn't know if they even deserved a response. Probably shouldnât. All their senseless prodding, he shouldnât dignify it but God Dew was too fucking annoying to ignore at times.
âWe didnât do anythingâ Swiss pushed past them to make the hike back to his truck so he could at least change. Boss might give him weird looks for showing up in yesterday's wrinkled clothes.
âOh, sure. Totally. So, tell me, he invites you in and you spend the night doing what exactly? A kiss on the cheek before turning off the lights at nine on the dot so you can sleep on opposite sides of the bed with both hands above the covers?â Dew questions incredulously, with an oddly specific example. âYouâre the worst liar Iâve ever fucking met, Swiss!â
Swiss winced at the volume of his voice, nervously eyeing the farmhouse standing silently as he gestured aggressively for him to shut the fuck up. Rain would be mortified if he knew the others were talking about him in this fashion.
âLove that Swiss thinks he can lie his way out of shit like this, as if you of all people donât know what he looks like after a long night.â Cirrus snickers behind her hand and Dew suddenly looks appalled.
âOh my fucking god it was one time!â
âIt was a couple times actually-â
Like a thief in the night, Swiss uses their endless bickering as an excuse to slip away from their interrogation. He climbed into the backseat of his truck and rummaged under the passenger seat - working a job like this, he learned early on to keep a change of clothes on hand. It was awkward to say the least. He was not a dainty man and the back of his truck was far from spacious but he managed to climb out only having smashed his elbow into the window twice. Seemingly just in time. The crunch of gravel and the sharp squeaks of a poor suspension announced their arrival before the truck branded with an all too familiar logo rounded the bend.
His head snapped around alarmingly fast, met with mischievous grins from the both of them. He bristled. âNot a fucking word or Iâm telling him to drug test you two.â Swiss hissed, both warning and threatening. Dew made a face, opening his mouth to retort but Cirrus was faster. Sticking out her tongue in his direction before grabbing him by the arm and leading him away to where they would pretend to work for the next two hours.
As they left him standing beside his truck, Swiss watched Rainâs father get out of the truck with clearly stiffened limbs. His throat felt tight as he looked his way, fearing that just maybe he knew but the man just regarded him with a curt nod and a gruff good morning, then headed inside.
Swiss wanted to close his head in the door of his truck, multiple times.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
Rain slipped out the back door an hour or so after lunch. Wearing exhaustion and semi untamed curls, a brand of disheveled heâd never sported before. He was off the schedule theyâd taken to over the last few weeks. Swissâ lunch break was a little before two, and it was currently well past. Swiss could sigh and huff all he liked about him sleeping in and shirking his fruit picking responsibilities, as well as what heâd woefully described as âkiss withdrawlsâ, but Rain truly couldnât be faulted for sleeping in. His sheets smelled like warm tobacco and aftershave, a little bit like hay and whatever it was truly encompassed Swiss. It was hard for rain to leave in the morning, silently hoping it would linger until he got back that night.
âRain! Iâve been looking for you!â
Rain whipped around. Confused to see Dew running up to him from the side field, brushing debris off of his overalls. They had never spoken before, at least not directly like this. Small quips and comments when he finds himself at Swissâ side that sound like theyâre meant to be digs directed at him despite the fact Dew barely acknowledged his presence.
âIâm sorry?â
âI think we should have a talk, can you come here for a minute?â Dew kicked some rocks and pursed his lips at rain who looked more than confused. He looked around for Swiss, to see if this was one of his shenanigans or could at least save him from whatever was happening.
Dew knew their routine. Knew exactly how to intersect Rainâs path before he could go attach himself to Swiss like an overgrown leech. It was almost too easy for him to find and stop him. If Rain had any more confidence in himself he wouldâve told Dew to leave him alone, return the same disdain Dew had regarded him with from the start, but he was alarmingly forward. Grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him with surprising ease towards the tractor for a bit more privacy. Less of a chance theyâd be interrupted.
Dew, and the other workers by extension were far from fond of him. Swiss was the outlier. Rain knew fighting him on this would cause nothing but trouble.
âWhere are you going by the way? Thought you didnât have to do your small share of work till later.â Whatever over sweetness heâd greeted him with dropped from his tone, borderline sneering at him instead.
âDad asked me to check on one of the cows, said she looked in bad shape this morning.â Rain readjusted the bag on his shoulder, eyes flitting towards the field with a silent prayer that Swiss might just happen to pop up. Save him from whatever heâd walked into.
âBullshit,â Dew barely stopped himself from laughing at his lie. âHe wouldâve mentioned it to us, not you.â Dew crossed his arms, leaning on the tractor. Casually and subtly blocking off Rainâs easy exit back to the yard.
âOkâŠThen what do you think Iâm doing?â Rain scoffed and rolled his eyes. This was dumb, they both had better things to be doing.
âConsidering that brown paper sack in your hands, and the little birdie that talks about you in the barn, Iâd say youâre bringing Swiss a snack for his breakâ itâs the slight flick of his eyes that answers the silent accusation.
âI donât see how what I do with my time is any of your businessâ Rain's voice was almost entirely confident, almost. The faintest waver under his incredulous stare. It was hard to hold steady when someone as intense as Dew was interrogating him like he was caught about to do something downright sinister.
âWell I just think itâs funny how much time you spend with him. All of your breaks, sneaking out to go to the bonfire, spending the night?â He practically hissed his last point. âThought your dad didnât like you spending too much time with people like us. Weird, huh?â
âIâm not like that, Iâm not my father.â Rain felt almost guilty as dew continued to stare at him like he was disgusted. Had he really been that bad? He didnât think he was that much of a priss before Swiss came around.
âOh you arenât? Rain, all you do is sit on your throne and occasionally feed the animals or pick fruit for daddyâs approval. Iâve heard what heâs said, what youâve said.â
His face, with whatever increasingly anxious expression heâd been sporting, fell instantly. Comments from his father over the years rooted in overworked frustration when profits didnât balance out costs, when equipment turned up broken, when the work wasn't done to his standards. Blindly throwing blame on his workers. And Rain, a teenager vying for his parentâs approval, stupidly echoed the sentiment more than once and turned his nose up at them and the work they did. Even went out of his way to avoid the lot of them at the behest of his father.
âDew, Iâm sorryâŠI never-â
âAll Iâm saying is donât fuck around and break Swissâ heart just because youâve decided to enjoy the attention from the peasantsâ Dew spat. His tone growing increasingly more frustrated as the months or years of indignation began to finally bubble to the surface.
âThatâs not-â A finger is held up before he can begin to explain himself, effectively shutting him up before he could stammer any further.
âSave it princess, I donât want to hear it! Iâm warning you to stop fucking around with him - Swiss doesnât deserve to be some passing fancy till youâre able to go back to that prestigious university of yours.â
Rain opened his mouth and quickly closed it when he couldnât manage any sound. Dread filled his stomach and began clawing its way up his throat. Choking him.
Is that really what they all thought of him? Is that what Swiss thought all of this was?
âYouâre a smart guy, yeah? You should be smart enough to know not to cross this clear line in the sand that you and your dad drew a long time ago. Go back to your fucking tower and stay there.â
And as quickly as his tirade began, it ended with Dew turning on his heel and storming off with his fists clenched at his sides. Heâd said more than enough for Rain to get the message; none of them wanted anything to do with him, Swiss just didnât know it yet. They all harbored a level of resentment Rain hadnât quite comprehended apparently.
Rain didnât walk after him. Stays rooted in place watching Dew stalk off towards the fields until the vague shape of him becomes blurry. Tears burned in his eyes. All he could do was shrink into himself and return to the house where he promptly shoved the paper bag to the bottom of the trash can. At least there, he could pretend heâd never made it to begin with.
Was he stupid? He felt like an idiot for ever thinking he could really have something as genuine as this.
Heat radiated within his chest and made itself known in the form of blotchy redness in his cheeks. He retreated to his room, bag dropped steps in front of his door in order to throw himself onto his bed like a teenage girl with a broken heart. They werenât anything and yet it felt like his rib cage was caving in. Guilt, shame, and humiliation danced inside him. Mingled into a single sensation that made his throat painfully tight.
Rain hiccuped over a half sob, shoving both pillows off the bed and onto the floor. He didnât need the reminder. With both pillows out of the way, he was met with the cotton candy blue shark heâd stuffed into hiding the night before. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and pulled the plush against himself. Childish comforts.
Dew was right, telling him the things he was too selfish to acknowledge. None of them wanted him around, and maybe Swiss didnât really either. Did Swiss only humor him because he was the bossâ son? Placate âthe princessâ to keep his job. Dew was right. He didnât deserve Swiss.
#Iâm so sorry this took forever I promise we are committed to finishing it#I love this au so much#I hope you guys do too#please enjoy thereâs a lot planned coming up <3#the band ghost#ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#wrath writes#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul
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Mike munroe x male reader
A request that I received from a really nice person here on tumblr: a small idea I liked for a fic if you like the idea as well. Nothing too big, just a fic about Reader and Chris being brothers and constantly nagging each other about their crushes on Ashley and Mike.
I expanded the request a bit, sorry if I went overboard with it. Hope you enjoyed it.
Tags: set before the event of the game. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Chris and the reader are brothers. Some very quick shifts of pov between characters. Jealousy. Mike and Jess/ Emily are not together in this. Friends to lovers. Mike is a flirt.
Words count: 4000
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For anyone interested, I took inspiration from this clue that you can find while playing as Chris.
The music thumps in the background, a mix of bass-heavy beats and voices blending into a dull roar. You and Chris sit at a small, round table near the back, well out of the action but with a good view of everyone mingling.
"So," Chris says, taking a long, dramatic sip. "You actually spent the whole night staring at Mike. Dude, seriously, you're lucky your eyes didn't burn a hole in the back of his head."
You scoff, leaning back in your chair with a mock sigh. "Like you're any better. When are you actually gonna talk to Ashley? She's cool, she's cute, she's well, out of your league but hey, a guy can dream.â
"Hey, I do talk to her," Chris retorts, feigning offense.
"Uh-huh," you say, raising an eyebrow. "Itâs a lot if you can manage to squeak out a sentence before turning red.â
Chris chuckles, crossing his arms. "Fine. Why don't you go up to Mike and tell him what you think? 'Hey, by the way, I've been thinking about how perfect your jawline is all night!â I'm sure that'll go over great." He did a horrible interpretation of your voice to mock you even further.
You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks flush just a bit. "First of all, I would never phrase it like that. And second, at least I actually know things about him beyond his favorite book."
"Oh, really? Let's see who knows more about their crush. No cheating. No wimping out. Winner gets bragging rights." Chris leans forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Bragging rights? How about you admit I'm objectively hotter than you when I win?" you echoed, folding your arms.
"Sure. Whatever fantasy helps you sleep at night," Chris said, grinning as he dramatically cracked his knuckles. âI'll go first since I know you're just dying to hear all the juicy Ashley knowledge."
You chuckle. "Go with your in-depth research, Sherlock."
Chris clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "Fine. For starters, her favorite color is purple."
You make a face, unimpressed. "That's it? You think knowing her favorite color makes you the expert here?"
"Let me finish, smartass. She loves thriller movies. She also has this little habit of chewing on her nails when she's nervous."
You raise an eyebrow, genuinely impressed but unwilling to give him the satisfaction. "Okay, okay, not bad. But that's kid stuff. Let me show you how it's done."
Chris rolls his eyes, clearly not expecting much. "Alright, hotshot. Give me your best Mike trivia."
You sit forward, lowering your voice like you're letting him in on a secret. You have always been good at noticing things. Maybe it was a result of growing up with Chris and when it came to Mike Munroe, your crush, the small things were more than just interesting, they were revealing.
For one, every morning, without fail, he was up before the sun. Heâd go for a quick run to stay in shape. Youâd always catch glimpses of him at college heading back to his room in a tank top, earbuds in, eyes focused ahead and glimpses of sweat on his forehead.
He had this tough, confident exterior. He wasnât loud like some of the others in the group. He had a way of using humor to deflect, to keep people from getting too close. You saw it when heâd brush off any talk about specific topics.
And then there were his tastes.
He likes his coffee black. Pretends it's macho. He had a surprising amount of nostalgia in his preferences. You couldnât forget the time youâve talked together casually on the lodge, his face lighting up as he talked about his love for old action movies.
Chris raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Maybe youâre better equipped than me. But, let's be real, you wouldn't even know where to start."
"Better than starting with nothing," you counter. "Besides, I could charm him if I wanted to."
Chris raises an eyebrow. "What would you even say?"
You grin, leaning in like you're revealing a grand plan. "I'd just walk up and ask him about his football season. Mention that time he scored the winning touchdown. You instead are hopeless"
Chris nods, pretending to take you seriously. "Oh, sure, because that'll definitely make him swoon. Hopeless? Me?" Chris laughs, leaning back with a smirk. "At least I don't have to worry about being mistaken for a stalker."
You both burst into laughter. For all the banter, you know neither of you would really judge the other for these harmless crushes. It's what makes the night so much fun.
From across the room, you caught sight of Ashley standing awkwardly near a table stacked with half-empty snack bowls and crumpled napkins. She shifted from foot to foot, clearly trying to blend into the background.
"Hey, Romeo. This is your chance," you said, leaning closer and nudging Chris with your elbow.
Chris snapped out of his trance, his head swiveling toward Ashley. His brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in amusement before settling back into a more thoughtful expression.
Chris groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "What am I supposed to do? Walk up and make everything even more embarrassing?"
"News flash: she knows you're a loser," but she clearly likes you anyway. Stop overthinking it. Just go talk to her. Be romantic for once. She loves that whole 'awkward and sincere' thing you've got going on."
"First of all," Chris said, pointing a finger at you, "I'm not awkward. I'm, uh, charmingly self-aware. Second, what if I say something dumb? Or worse, nothing at all? I can't just walk up to her and-"
"You're a coward," you interrupted, shaking your head in mock disappointment.
"Yep," he said, popping the "p" and lifting his cup in mock toast.
You were scanning the room until your gaze landed on Mike Munroe.
He was leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand, chatting with a girl you vaguely recognized from English class. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, tailored in all the right places, the dark fabric catching the light just enough to highlight his athletic build. The black foulard tied loosely around his neck was an elegant touch, a little different from the usual bow ties and neckties most guys wore. His hair was perfectly tousled, like he hadn't even tried but still managed to look effortlessly handsome.
You felt your chest tighten. For a moment, your imagination betrayed you, painting a picture of Mike turning toward you, smiling like he did when he told one of his dumb jokes when he got elected class president. You could almost hear his laugh, warm and inviting, as if it were just for you. But reality snapped back into focus when the girl he was talking to leaned closer.
"Mike would never look twice at me like that." You mumble more to yourself without thinking, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.
Chris, placed a hand on your shoulder. His touch was light but reassuring. "Don't do that to yourself. You're a catch. If Mike doesn't see that, he's an idiot."
You looked up at him, grateful but unconvinced. Chris stood up, brushing imaginary lint off his jacket. "I'm getting us drinks. Let's make it through the rest of this night together, yeah?"
You nodded, watching as he made his way to the bar. You glance around, your gaze landing once more on Ashley and an idea strikes you. Chris is now far away from your position. Itâs your chance to do something.
You stride over to her, flashing a friendly smile, keeping your movements casual so you wouldn't startle her. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed you, but she relaxed as you softly took her arm.
"Hey," you said, grinning playfully as you gently guided her away from the corner.
Ashley laughed, the sound light and genuine. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement but no resistance as you led her toward your table.
"Come on, you can't let Chris and I have all the fun sitting in the corner judging everyone." you replied, glancing over your shoulder with a mock-serious expression.
"That's what you two have been doing all night? Very productive." She scanned the place as you reached the table and she managed to spot Chris at the bar, meticulously mixing something with an unusual level of focus. But then her gaze shifted, catching Mike watching the two of you.
Jaw set, lips pressed into a firm line, eyes tracked the way you gently tugged Ashley along. His gaze lingered on your hand before flicking back up to your face. Lips pressed together in a faint, almost imperceptible scowl, as though something about the sight of the two of you together unsettled him. There was a slight tension in his posture, the way his shoulders seemed just a bit too stiff for someone casually enjoying a party.
Chris returned with two drinks in hand. "Okay, I've done it," he announced dramatically. "The ultimate drink. If you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you ag-" He cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Ashley sitting at the table, smiling up at him.
"I... uh..." Chris stammered, turning an impressive shade of pink.
"You made this for me?â Ashley asked sweetly, taking the drink from his hand before he could respond. âThank you, Mr. Bartender."
Chris blinks and he lets out a nervous laugh, giving you a quick glare as he hands the drink to Ashley.
She giggles, taking a sip and you watch as Chris visibly relaxes. They share a smile and there's a warm, unspoken understanding between them, a quiet moment that you can't help but feel a bit envious of.
The music shifts, slowing into a softer, more romantic melody. Couples move onto the dance floor, swaying together in a slow embrace. Ashleyâs eyes light up as she turns to Chris, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy tint from the slight inebriation she feels. "Come on, Chris," she says, tugging at his hand. "Want to go there for a bit?"
Chris's eyes dart to you, searching your face for reassurance, his expression almost apologetic. He's asking, without words, if you'll be okay.
You manage a smile, giving him a nod.
Chris lets out a laugh, his tension melting away as he lets Ashley pull him onto the dance floor. They disappear into the crowd, leaving you alone at the table. You watch them go, feeling a bittersweet pang in your chest as you take in the sight of them together, laughing and smiling, fitting together so effortlessly. Chris fumbling his way through the first few steps before finding his rhythm.
They looked so happy.
And you were here instead, alone at the table, your thoughts inevitably drifting back to Mike.
Chris feels his heart race as he stands on the dance floor, his hands resting lightly on Ashley's waist, her arms draped over his shoulders as they sway to the gentle rhythm of the music. Her gaze meets his every so often, a smile warm and genuine, making him feel like the only person in the room.
"I didn't know you had these moves." she teases, her eyes twinkling.
Chris chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, trust me, I don't. I'm just doing my best not to crush your toes."
Ashley laughs, her grip tightening on his shoulders as she rolls her eyes. "You're doing just fine. I don't mind if you, you know, relax a little."
"Relax? Yeah, I can... I can do that," he says, voice faltering as he tries to ease into the rhythm, matching her movements as the song continues.
His focus wavers after a while, gaze drifting over her shoulder as he catches sight of his brother sitting across the room at one of the tables with Matt nearby.
There's something off about the way you're holding yourself. You're smiling, sure, even laughing at something Matt is saying, but Chris can tell that the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. It's the kind of forced expression he's seen on you before, usually when you're trying to act like everything's fine when it really isn't.
Matt, on the other hand, seems entirely oblivious, leaning in a bit too close, his face lit up with that typical over-eager grin. He's almost leaning into your personal space as he chats away, looking way too thrilled to have your undivided attention, his eyes never leaving yours. The proximity feels a bit too familiar, too comfortable, with his arm casually resting on the back of your chair.
Chris feels a pang of protectiveness twist in his gut. He glances around the room, half-expecting Emily to appear and pull Matt back to the dance floor, but there's no sign of her. Instead, he spots her on the far side of the room, tipsy and laughing as she spins around with some stranger she's apparently mistaken for Matt. She's caught up in the music, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend is practically glued to your side.
Ashley notices his distraction, her gaze softening as she studies him. "Chris?" she asks, her voice gentle, bringing him back to the moment. "Is everything okay?"
He blinks, snapping his attention back to her, guilt creeping in as he realizes he's been distracted. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just... got a lot on my mind."
Ashley smiles, tilting her head as she searches his face. "You sure? You can tell me, you know."
Chris hesitates, glancing around the room one more time. His gaze lands on Mike, who's slow-dancing with the girl in glittering dress. She's leaning against him, her head resting on his chest, but Mike's attention isn't on her.
His eyes are locked in your direction, his brow furrowed and his jaw set in a subtle scowl that's hard to miss. There's a tension in his gaze as he watches you and Matt together. There's a faint scowl tugging at his mouth, a subtle clenching of his jaw that makes it look like he's holding back the urge to step in but doesn't quite know how to act on it. His brows are drawn together and his eyes flick between you and Matt with a guarded intensity.
Chris frowns, glancing back at you. It's clear now that something is brewing beneath the surface, something he doesn't fully understand but can sense all the same. He looks down at Ashley, his expression softening as he makes up his mind.
"Hey, Ash?" he asks quietly, feeling a bit awkward but determined. "Would you mind helping me out with something real quick? I, uh... I owe someone a favor.â
You were mid-laugh at something Matt had said about his latest sports practice when a shadow loomed over the table. You looked up to find Mike standing there, holding his drink loosely in one hand and the other casually tucked in his pocket.
"Hey, Matt," Mike said, his tone light but carrying a subtle edge like he's asking for a favor he already expects to be granted. "Mind if I steal him for a bit?"
Matt's smile falters, and he glances at you, a bit reluctant, as if he doesn't quite want to let go of the moment he's carved out. "Uh... well, we were just-"
"Looks like Emily's about to make out with that guy," Mike interrupted, tilting his head toward the dance floor. "You might wanna handle that before it gets messy."
Matt whipped his head around, his face paling slightly as he spotted Emily drunkenly giggling and leaning far too close to the stranger. "Shit," he muttered, scrambling to his feet. "I'll, uh, catch you later." he says to you, giving you a quick nod before he disappears into the crowd.
"Yeah, sure," Mike said smoothly, his smirk widening as Matt hurried off. You glance back at him just in time to catch a wicked grin flash across his face as he watches Matt weave his way toward Emily.
He turns back to you and without a moment's hesitation, he slides into Matt's now-empty chair, shifting it even closer to yours with an obnoxiously loud scrap of wood against the floor. He dropped into the seat with a satisfied sigh. His arm resting along the back of your chair but soon sliding fully around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.
The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, earthy with a hint of spice, made your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. From this close, you could see every detail of his face: the light beard perfectly trimmed along his jaw, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the infuriatingly perfect way his smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. He was leaning into his persona, that cocky, playful charm cranked up to eleven and it was doing things to your brain you weren't sure you were ready to admit.
"Well, this is cozy," Mike said, his voice low and smooth. "Didn't think Matt was ever gonna leave. Guy's got some stamina for talking, huh?"
You blinked, struggling to form words. "Uh, yeah. He's chatty"
Mike chuckled, the sound warm and teasing "Chatty? That's the nicest way to put it. Bet he's been boring you to death, huh?"
"Not entirely," you said, though your voice was far too shaky to be convincing. "He's enthusiastic."
Mike raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. "You're too nice, you know that? If I had to sit through more than five minutes of that guy's rambling, I'd be asleep in my chair."
You laughed, though it came out a little too breathy. "Maybe I'm just better at pretending to be interested."
"Pretending, huh?" Mike's smirk widened. "So, what about me? Are you pretending to enjoy this little moment we're having?"
Your brain short-circuited. "I... I mean, no. I-uh... you're not boring. Definitely not boring."
"Good to know," Mike said, his voice dipping slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer. "I'd hate to think I was putting you to sleep."
"You're not," you managed to say, your face burning.
Mike grinned, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?"
âIâm not nervous,â you said quickly, though your gaze flickered away from his, betraying you.
âSure youâre not,â Mike murmured, his fingers brushing just a little too close against your shoulder, the touch lingering for a beat longer than necessary. âWhat were you and Matt talking about? You looked a little bored." His tone was smooth but there was a faint edge to it now, like he was testing the air.
You noticed the subtle shift in his expression. His jaw tightening just slightly, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second as if he didnât quite like the idea of you and Matt sharing a private moment.
You shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Just sport stuff and his latest victory for his team. He was just being friendly,â you added, trying to sound indifferent.
You didnât miss the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered just briefly toward the ground before locking onto yours again.
Mikeâs lips quirked into a knowing smile, but it didnât reach his eyes. âYeah, he looked real friendly.â The smirk that followed didnât help, pulling at the corner of his mouth as if he was more amused than you thought he should be.
You raised an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes at him. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
For a moment, Mike just stared at you, his expression unreadable. âNothing,â he said too quickly, the innocence in his voice so forced that you could almost feel the tension cracking around him. The grin stretched wider, like a challenge. âJust saying, if I didnât know better, Iâd think Matt was hitting on you.â
Your breath caught in your throat and a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. You tried to play it off, but there was no denying the way your heart stuttered in your chest. âHe wasnât,â you said quickly, your voice coming out a little more defensively than you intended.
"Either way. Figured I'd come over and I don't know... make the night more interesting for you. Prom only happens once, right? Gotta make the most of it. Besidesââ His voice softens, his gaze locking onto yours with a sincerity that takes you off guard. "âI've been waiting for an excuse to spend some time with you."
You swallow, feeling the heat rise to your face as his words sink in. "You have?"
"Yeah," he murmurs, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion. "I mean, I could've come over sooner but you were busy with your brother. Then you were with Matt and I figured, maybe it's time I got a little selfish."
The intensity in his gaze makes it hard to breathe and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, caught between disbelief and exhilaration. "I... didn't think you noticed me like that," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
Mike's grin softens, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently rest on your waist, pulling you even closer. "I notice a lot more than you think," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Like how you always look away when you think I'm watching, or how you get that little crease in your forehead when you're trying not to smile too much."
Mike makes a silent note to himself to later thank Chris for the insights heâd shared minutes ago.
You laugh, feeling both embarrassed and overjoyed. "Okay, now you're just showing off."
He chuckles, his arm tightening around your waist as he dips his head a bit closer, his voice a soft murmur. "Can't help it. Youâve got me so close to losing it and you donât even realize it." His fingers press gently into your side.
âDance with me,â he murmurs, his voice low and laced with a tenderness that surprises you. Thereâs a quiet intensity in his eyes, a vulnerability that makes your heart race. âLet me be the happiest guy in this place tonight.â
You feel your pulse race at the invitation, your mind whirling with both excitement and uncertainty. "What about that girl you were with?" you ask, your voice quiet and hesitant, unable to stop yourself from wondering.
Mike's smirk returns, his hold on your waist tightening slightly as he leans in, his voice a soft, almost possessive murmur. "She's not you. Youâre the only one I canât get out of my head.â His voice is rough, coated in something darker.
You meet his gaze, feeling your breath hitch as you search his face, trying to process the weight of his words.
He takes his chance to lean in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that leaves your heart racing. His lips crashing into yours with a desperate urgency that leaves you reeling. His hand slides around your waist, fingers tightening as he pulls you against him. The heat of his body sears through your clothes, and his thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your cheek, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, that familiar cocky edge in his eyes. His eyes burn with that familiar, dangerous gleam-a challenge, a promise. His breath is ragged, as if he's barely holding back.
"Still up for that dance? Because I've got this new boyfriend I'd really like to show off." he whispers, his voice low and teasing. His breath brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks at you with that trademark mischievous grin, the one that could melt anyoneâs defenses.
A rush of warmth floods your chest at his words, a mixture of giddiness and disbelief. Your heart skips, caught between the sweetness of the moment and the thrill of his presence. The corners of your mouth twitch up as you meet his gaze, and though you can barely keep your composure, you nod.
Mike's grin widens and as he takes your hand, guiding you to the dance floor, you feel as if you're floating, lost in the warmth of his gaze and the excitement of being his.
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i'd lie BELONGS to early penelope and colin
#he tells me about his nights AND I COUNT THE COLORS IN HIS EYES#HE'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE HE SWEARS AS HE RUNS HIS FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR#HIS FAVORITE COLOR'S GREEN#HIS SISTER'S BEAUTIFUL#INNOCENTLY OVERLOOKS THE TRUTH??#DOESN'T HE KNOW THAT I'VE HAD HIM MEMORIZED FOR SO LONG??#I DON'T LET NOBODY SEE ME WISHING HE WAS MINE#I THINK HE CAN SEE THROUGH EVERYTHING BUT MY HEART.#if you asked me if i love him I'D LIE đčđčđč#i'm very passionate about this#bridgerton#polin#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#colin x penelope#this song is why i need debut tv asap TAYLOR DROP IT.#taylor swift
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HEAVY METAL LOVER!
pair: logan howlett x bartender!reader wc: 4.2k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, drinking, swearing, motorcycle rides, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering (fem!receiving), creampie, wolverine's hairy tits, the claws show up ofc, porn with plot, no use of y/n. authorâs note: watched deadpool & wolverine twice in theaters, started rewatching the x-men movies, pondered many different thoughts, sat down and wrote this. i need him to breed me. title from lady gaga's 'heavy metal lover' cause it's literally his song.
the wolverine is a regular at your barâŠ
You're shining glasses behind the bar when you hear it, the gruff sound of Loganâs voice turning away yet another girl that worked up the courage to come up to him. Itâs his third rejection of the night, not that you were counting.
You were, you always do. You pay more attention to that side of the bar than you normally would when heâs here, which is nearly everyday for the past three weeks. He's not like any of your other regulars. He's almost always alone, and he never talks to you except when he calls for another drink.Â
The only reason you even know his real name at all is because Wade told you one of the nights he tagged along, leaning his elbows on the bar to whisper over the sugared rim of his "Piña Colada. Extra creamy please, you know how I like it..." like he was telling you a secret.
"Don't let him hurt your feels honey bunch. That's just classic Logan for you, a man of few words. Huge case of blue balls by the way."Â
You remember the way he let the obvious innuendo hang in the air, the knowing look he gave you as he spun the little paper umbrella floating in his drink. You didnât think you were being that obvious, that someone as socially inept as Wade was able to pick up on the way your eyes would linger a little too long on the broad width of Loganâs shoulders, on the way his arms would strain against the fabric of his flannels.Â
Youâd seen him on the news, thick corded muscles all wrapped in blue and yellow leather. It haunted you for days, playing in your mind on a constant loop of sweaty biceps until you finally gave in and pulled out your favorite vibrator.Â
Even with that, thereâs just something about the jeans and flannels he wears outside of the suit that make you want to jump over the bar and drop down to your knees right in front of him. Your mouth open wide and waiting.
The dull âthunkâ of Logan placing his empty glass on the bartop grabs your attention, two quick raps of his knuckles against the wood ripping you from your thoughts. âAnother,â he says briskly, not looking away from the peeling backsplash on the wall behind you.
You usually snapped at men whoâd bark orders at you, but The Wolverine isnât just any man. He's certainly the only man you'd ever take orders from willingly, happily.
You grin, tossing your towel over your shoulder as you grab the whiskey bottle off the shelf and slide over to him, tipping the amber colored bottle over to start refilling his glass. âThatâs the third one tonight,â you say casually, casting your eyes over his shoulder to the girl from before retreating back to her friends. âI take it you donât come here looking for company?â
Loganâs eyes flick to yours, itâs the first time heâs looked at you all night. You look back, lips pulled into a small smile as more whiskey than youâd usually pour splashes against the sides of his glass. The music playing from the speakers fades into a dull hum around you.
He holds your gaze for a second longer, a flash of something you can't quite read passing through his eyes before heâs looking away again. âNot the kind youâre thinking of,â he replies, his voice a low rumble that has something warm zinging up your spine.
You set the bottle down next to him, brow piqued in curiosity. âAnd what kind is that?â
He doesn't respond right away, just raises the now full glass to his lips to take a slow sip. You almost think heâs going to ignore you again, but then he speaks, âYou ask everyone that comes in here personal questions, bub?âÂ
Thereâs the barest hint of amusement lacing his words that has you biting your bottom lip to try and contain the absolute giddiness blooming in your chest. Itâs not much, but itâs more than heâs ever given you before. Encouraged, you step in a little closer, hoping to draw him out further.
âOnly the ones with their asses practically fused to my stools,â you shrug, a playful glint sparkling in your eyes. âSo what is it, you got some poor wife you leave at home every time you come here? Because the âtall, dark, and kind of morally ambiguousâ thing is obviously working for you.â
Logan turns his eyes to you again, his brow raised in amusement. Youâre close enough that you can see the way his lips turn up at the corners. He seems to consider your question, gaze slowly trailing along your face before flicking back to your eyes. "No wife," he replies, the words slow and deliberate. "No home to leave her at either.â
His response hangs in the air between you, heavier than you anticipated. You let out a soft breath, lips parting ever so slightly. You can practically feel the weight of his gaze settling over you, leaving your whole body warm and tingly. The heat swirling deep in your gut slipping down to pool wet and sticky in your panties. Loganâs eyes blink shut for just a second, the bridge of his nose twitching lightly.
You almost canât believe this is really happening, that the angry guy at the end of your bar youâve seen turn away pretty girl after pretty girl is flirting with you. It makes you feel dizzy with power, like you could do anything, but itâs also one of the most intimidating things youâve ever experienced. You didnât realize what it meant to be the center of Loganâs attention until now, but you refuse to back down.
 He gives an inch, so you take a mile.
Your grin widens as you lean your elbows on the bar, resting your chin on the heels of your hands. Logan doesnât react to you invading his space, just keeps his eyes on you with a passive look on his face, but you donât miss the way his gaze darts down to the low cut of your top.
âSoâŠâ you say slowly, voice dipping into a softer more intimate tone, âthat means youâre free later tonight?â You tilt your head to the side coyly, allowing your hair to cascade over your shoulder, the movement drawing his gaze.
Loganâs eyes widen the tiniest bit, a surprised huff leaving his lips. He raises his glass, taking another long drink. Your eyes trace the sharp line of his jaw to where his adamâs apple bobs enticingly as he swallows. Your lips tingle with the need to mark up the tan column of his throat, to sink your teeth in the skin there, to taste.
The neckline of his undershirt dips low enough that you can see the dark hair scattered across his chest, dog tags dangling from a chain around his neck to sit in the center.
You drag your eyes back up to his face, flushing when you see that he's already looking at you over the rim of his drink. He sets his half drained glass down, a skeptical look on his face. âHow old are you, kid?â
You shake your head with a soft laugh, dropping your palms to lay flat on the bartop. If that makes your top dip a little lower to flash more of your cleavage in Loganâs eyeline, then thatâs just a bonus. âOld enough to be here,â you reply after a short pause, gazing up at him from under your lashes, âOld enough to know what I want.â
Loganâs eyes darken, the warm brown of them seeming deeper and even more intense than before. The dim overhead lights cast shadows across his rugged features, highlighting the scruff on his jaw. You canât help but imagine the rough scratch of it brushing up against your inner thighs.
Logan pushes his glass away, leaning in with a soft grunt, his eyes drop to your lips. You suck in a shocked breath, your whole body lighting up at being so close to him. Your heart is racing in your chest, a quick ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum that echoes in your ears.
His lips turn up in a sly grin, the sharp canines of his teeth on display. âIs that so?â He asks, voice going all husky like gravel and honey. He meets your eyes and you swear you can see the sparks going off in the air between you, everything else in the bar completely fizzling out as his breath mingles with yours. âCareful what you wish for,â he says, his voice a low rumble that makes your knees weak. âYou might just get it.â
Your lips curve into a mischievous smile, the heat between you palpable. âIâm counting on it,â you reply, your voice dripping with promise. It takes everything in you to straighten up and pull away from Logan, stepping back with the forgotten bottle in your hand. âMy shift ends at eleven,â you say with a small shrug, jerking your head to a door across the room, âstaff leaves through the alley door.âÂ
Itâs a clear invitation, one that Logan easily picks up on. His hungry gaze follows every move you make as you shelf the whiskey.
Before he can say anything, someone calls you from across the bar, shaking their empty glass impatiently. You throw him one last smile over your shoulder, mouthing âelevenâ again with a quick nod of your head. You arenât sure if itâs supposed to reassure you or him.
Logan smirks nonetheless, standing from the bar before draining the rest of his drink and throwing a few bills down. The air crackles as you watch him make his way towards the exit, eyes lingering on the way his jeans hug the thick muscles of his legs before someone is snapping their fingers at you to serve them.
The rest of your shift drags by, but the excitement and hope swirling in your stomach doesnât fade. Youâre practically thrumming with excitement by the time eleven rolls around, anticipation coursing through your veins as you clock out and grab your bag from your locker.
You pull the door to the alley open, the heavy metal creaking with the swing. The gravel crunches under your shoes as you step outside, eyes eagerly searching the space in search of Logan. The light mounted above the door shines around you, but you donât see him anywhere.Â
Just as disappointment starts to settle in your chest, you hear a loud rumble coming from the down the street. A bright light shines across the road as it gets closer and closer until thereâs a motorcycle pulled up against the alleyâs opening.
Logan kicks the bikeâs stand down, leaning over to hold out a helmet in offering. âYou coming or not?â he calls out, voice deep and teasing, âIâm not known for my patience.â
You canât help but laugh, a mix of exhilaration and nervousness bubbling up inside you. With a confident stride, you walk toward him, the loud growl of the bike reverberates through your body like thunder with every step. âYouâre just full of surprises tonight, arenât you?âÂ
You take the helmet from his hand, but he doesn't let go right away, making your fingers brush against his in a way that sends a shiver up your arm. You meet his gaze, the smirk on his lips matching the dangerous glint in his eyes.
He drops his hand down to the bikeâs handle, jerking his head back to the empty space behind him. âHop on.â
You straddle the bike, the leather seat warm from the rumbling engine beneath you. You give Logan your address as you slip the helmet on. His body is warm and solid against your front, you canât help but press a little closer, your hands falling to rest on his waist. The leather of his jacket is smooth under your fingertips.
Logan turns his head to the side, the street lights shine along the side of his face in a warm yellow glow. âHang on,â he says, voice barely audible over the roar of the bikeâs engine starting up.
The sudden rush of wind as he pulls off paired with the thrillingly intense vibration of the engine revving under you is exhilarating. You wrap your arms tight around his waist, fingers digging in slightly as you lean into the curve of his body.Â
The city blurs into a whirlwind of colorful lights as Logan navigates the streets with a confident ease. The cool night air whips past you, every turn and acceleration pumping more adrenaline through your veins. You cling to Loganâs waist like itâs a lifelineâ thereâs a sense of freedom and excitement that comes with being on the bike, but you think the real thrill is being pressed against him like this, feeling the power of his strength under you.
The ride seems like it takes both hours and seconds all at once when Logan pulls up to your house's gate. He kills the engine, the sudden silence a stark contrast from the roaring bike. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulse thumping as you slide the helmet off.
Logan takes it from your hands, eyes scanning over your house. âNice place,â he comments casually, swinging his leg over the bike to stand next to you.Â
"Thanks," you say, your voice a tad breathless. You canât help but feel a little self-conscious as you dig for your keys in your bag, nerves finally starting to set in. The air is cold against your flushed skin, and youâre hyper aware of Loganâs presence behind you as you unlock the gate and push it open.
He doesnât touch you as the two of you walk up the steps to your house, infuriatingly keeping his distance with his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans.
Your legs shake with every step, you canât tell if itâs left over adrenaline from the ride or the building anticipation for the ride you know is waiting for you beyond your front door. Your hands tremble as you fumble with the lock, opening the door and stepping into the darkness of your living room.Â
Youâre barely a foot inside before a pair of strong hands pull you backwards, getting whirled around by your waist until your back hits your closed front door mute thud. You donât have any time to react before Loganâs crowding up against you, his body a solid wall of muscle pressing you hard against the door. His lips crash into yours in a hungry kiss, you can taste the whiskey from earlier sharp and smoky on his tongue.
You respond eagerly, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down even closer. Loganâs hands roam over your body rough and possessive, one sliding up to cup the back of your neck while the other grips your waist, pulling you even closer. His hands leave a trail of fire in their wake, your skin tingling with every brush of his fingers. You can feel the raw power in his touch, a barely there restrained strength that has your heart racing even faster.Â
âI could fucking smell you,â he growls agasint your neck, digging his sharp teeth into your collarbone meanly. You can't help but let out a soft moan, your head falling back against the door to give him better access. The rough stubble on his jaw scrapes deliciously against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. âCould smell how goddamn wet you got, back at the bar.â
His hand slips under the waistband of your jeans, sliding down the front of your panties to brush against your clit. Your mouth drops open with a soft moan, your slick lips still tingling. âDo you have any fuckinâ idea how hard it was not to bend you over, to not rip these things off and fuck you over the bar?â he asks roughly, lips brushing against your skin with every word. âWanted to take you right, make everyone watch while I made you scream.â
Your breath hitches at his words, a wave of pleasure crashing through you. The rough skin of his fingertips press more firmly against your clit, drawing a broken moan from your lips. âLogan,â you gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.Your hands claw at his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you try to ground yourself.Â
His lips capture yours again in a bruising kiss, sliding two thick fingers into you with a rough thrust. âAtta girl,â he murmurs against your mouth, dragging his tongue across your bottom slip. âThatâs it, say my name,â he growls, swallowing your moans as his fingers pump into you with an unrelenting pace. Your walls clench around him, a needy whine escaping your throat as he begins to fuck his fingers in and out of your wet cunt.Â
The coil of pleasure deep in your stomach tightens with every thrust of his fingers, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. You can feel the pressure start to build, like a dam threatening to burst, but this isnât how you want to come. You break the kiss, a thin thread of saliva connecting your lips before it thins and breaks. âWait,â you say breathlessly, hand slipping down to grip his forearm tightly, âI want to come with you inside me.â
Logan growls, a deep, primal sound that you can feel rumble deep in his chest where itâs pressed against yours. âBedroom,â he demands, hands dropping to the back of your thighs and lifting.Â
You wrap your legs around his waist with a quiet squeal, attacking the skin of his neck with your teeth as he walks the two of you down the dark hallway. âFirst door on the right,â you whisper, dragging your tongue along the column of his throat. You can feel the thick length of his cock straining against his jeans press into your hip. He sucks in a sharp breath as you roll your hips down, sliding the damp fabric of your clothed cunt over him.
Logan kicks the door open with a force that has it slamming against the wall, the sound barely registering in your lust-addled brain. Logan dumps you on the bed, the force of it bouncing you on the mattress. He rips his white undershirt over his head and drops to his knees in front of you, big hands coming up to grip the waistband of your jeans.
The muscles in his arms donât even flex as he rips your shorts down the middle, denim and along with lace panties tearing like tissue paper in his hands and falling to the floor in tattered pieces. You gasp at the cold air hitting your hot, aching cunt.Â
Loganâs hands run up and down the bare skin of your calves, eyes glued to the soaked skin of your inner thighs. Your thighs start to tremble under his gaze, your patience starting to wear thin. Logan drags his eyes back to you, taking in the pleading look on your face. He smirks, wordlessly rising to his feet to pop open the button of his jeans.
You watch with bated breath as he unzips his fly, eyes glued to the way he starts to push them down his legs just enough that they fall to pool around his ankles. Your mouth drops open, eyes going wide at the sight of him.
Heâs so big, so thick and heavy that his cock hangs hard between his hairy thighs instead of slapping up against his stomach. Thereâs a thick drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip, dripping down a thick vein running along the side.
Your mouth waters with want, the want to bury your nose in the dark thatch of hair surrounding the base, the want to have him fuck your throat raw and red. You can almost feel the ache in your jaw.Â
As much as you want to get him in your mouth, you want him inside you even more.
âGet your ass over here,â you demand breathlessly, tearing your shirt off your head in one swift motion. Logan smirks, stepping out of his jeans and making his way across the room. His dog tags jingle with every step, your cunt clenches weakly.
He stalks up the mattress like a predator, eyes ablaze as a cocky smirk plays on his lips. Your legs fall open unconsciously, thighs spreading wide to make enough room for his hips to slot against yours.
You gasp at the thick head of his cock sliding through your wet folds, your body arching off the bed. The sensation is electric, shooting through you like a live wire. "Logan," you breathe, your voice barely more than a whimper. "Please..."
"Please what?" he asks, his lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart."
Your cheeks flush hot, but the need burning inside you is stronger than any embarrassment. "I want you," you admit, your voice trembling with desire. "I want you to fuck me, Logan."
His growl is low and feral, his fingers teasing you relentlessly as he presses his forehead to yours. "That's a good girl," he rumbles, his breath hot against your lips as he sinks into the tight heat of your cunt in a single thrust.Â
The pace he sets is unrelenting, one hand braced on the pillow next to your head while the other grips your bedâs frame for better leverage to fuck down into you. The sting of his cock splitting your cunt open has your nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. His dog tags hang from his neck, swinging like a pendulum as he starts to thrust.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he grates out, brows furrowed in pleasure. His hips speed up, barely pulling out halfway before he plunges back into you. The bed squeaks under you, slamming up against the wall as Logan fucks you.
Itâs like Logan surrounds every inch of you, strong arms caged around your head while his body covers yours, metal bonded bones pressing you down into the mattress so thereâs nothing you can do but take it. You know that heâs ruined every other man in the world for you as the heavy snap of his hips pounds against the skin of your ass hard enough to bruise. The thick muscles of chest bounces as he moves, the coarse hair scraping against your sensitive nipples.
The head of his cock pounds the soft spot inside of you that has your eyes fluttering closed, mind going hazy as heat starts to pool at the base of your spine.
âDonât fucking stop,â you beg brokenly, tears sting the corners of your eyes. âGod! Iâm gonna come, youâre gonna make me comeââ
âCome on baby,â Logan goads, dropping down to his fore arm so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck, âGive it to me, come on this cock, show me how much you fucking love it,â
The stinging bite of his sharp canines scraping the fluttering pulse of your neck makes you wail, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave long red welts that heal as you go. Your cunt clenches around the pulsing length of his cock, greedily milking him as you come in a rush of wetness around his cock.
âFuck,â Logan grits out, his hips faltering. Itâs not by much, but just enough for you to notice. The rhythmic smack smack smack of skin stuttering as his breath comes out in fast pants against the sweaty skin of your neck. His cock jerks inside you fiercely, his heavy balls tightening as he gets closer to the edge. You can hear the metal frame of your bed creaking warningly under his grip.
âCome in me,â you beg breathlessly, tightening your ankles around his waist. âPlease, Logan I need itââ
Logan lets out a feral growl as his hand drops from your headboard, the sharp metallic sound of his claws unsheathing rings out above you before he slams his fist into the mattress next to your head. He floods your insides, pumping you full of his come as he grunts like a beast on top of you. He gives a few more weak thrusts of his hips, letting the two of you ride out your highs before he finally stills.
You hear the quiet snikt of his claws retracting from your mattress and back into between his knuckles before Logan collapses on top of you, arms braced on either side of your head to take most of his weight. His breath puffs raggedly over the skin of your shoulder, his spent cock still snug in your sore cunt.Â
âYou owe me a new mattress,â you say breathlessly, digging the heels of your feet into his lower back sharply.Â
Logan chuckles into your neck, tipping his head up to look at you with dark eyes. His lips curl into a smirk as he rolls his hips, his still hard cock dragging along the sensitive walls of your cunt makes you gasp. âYeah?â he asks, low and velvety. His eyes flick to the three holes punched through your sheets.
âYou can add it to my tab,â he says with another stronger roll of his hips, âWeâre not done here.â
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but daddy i love him!
âno, iâm not coming to my senses. i know heâs crazy but heâs the one i want.â
pairing: rafe cameron x innocent kook!reader
word count: 5.8k
warnings: smut, minors dni!!! dry humping & fingering. corruption kink of sorts (rafe and an innocent reader has taken over me fully i apologize). parental violence/verbal abuse. fighting. rafe showing his true colors but quickly hiding it from the reader because rafe is a big softie for them. pet names (sweetheart, honey, darling, baby, pretty/good girl). aftercare. let me know if i miss any!
mood board!
rafe cameron was bad news.
anyone in the outer banks could tell you that.
he was a fighter, a shit-talker, a guy who you couldnât trust.
but there was something so intriguing about him that you just couldnât turn away.
from the day you moved to island almost 10 years ago, you havenât been able to get him off your mind. you would see him at parties, the country club, when you would hang out with his sister, around town on his motorbike with his buddies. but you had to push that crush deep down because no one in their right mind would go after that boy.
except you.
you stretched yourself on the court, waiting for your dad to come out with drinks before your tennis match. thatâs when you saw him and his friends making their way to the locker room. they had just got done their round of golf, you could tell by their bags. you tried not to stare, but your eyes seemed to have a mind of their own.
âhey, y/n.â you heard him call, with a smirk painted across his face.
your face blushed and you waved to him. âhey rafe.â play it cool, play it cool.
you can see him look you up and down, staring at your legs. ânice skirt.â
you looked down at the new, white tennis skirt your dad had bought you for your report card. your fingers found a loose thread, beginning to toy with it to deal with the embarrassment you felt. ât-thanks.â
he nods before looking behind you. âmr. y/l/n.â he nods with a quick wave. you turn around to see your dad with two waters and a stern look on his face. âenjoy your game.â he says before going inside.
your dad stands over you as you sit, handing a water bottle over. âthat cameron boyâŠâ he lets out a deep sigh.
âwhat?â you question, getting up and brushing your legs off.
your dad pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. âheâs not the kind of guy you want to be friends with, sweetie. heâs a bad seed.â
âbut how do you know that?â you question, trying not to sound too suspicious.
your dad picks up his racket and makes his way over to his side of the net. âi know ward cameron. and i know how rafe is just like his dad, thinks he can get anything he wants. thinks there is no consequences to life. but there is. there always is.â your dad shakes his head. âi saw him beating up some kid here not that long ago. sure, he was a pogue but doesnât give rafe the right to walk around like the king of the outer banks. but until someone stops him, humbles him, thingsâll never change.â
you stand there, uncomfortable. all you wanted to do was defend rafe, though you werenât close like that. but your dad is a one way street. itâs his way or no way. so all you can do is nod. âohâŠokay.â you say simply, getting ready for the match.
âjust promise me you wonât get mixed up with the likes of that boy, please?â your father looks sincere.
you bite your lip and look down at your clean, white shoes. âyes sir.â
âgood, now watch me beat you in tennis.â he says with a laugh. i fake a smile, getting on with the game, but still have rafe in the back of my mind.
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you didnât see rafe again until the night of a house party at topperâs house.
your friends and you walk in, buzzed from the pre-game. they immediately all go their separate ways, looking for drinks, boys, or both. this leaves you standing awkwardly by a table, talking to some people from school. they talk about prom, their grades, and teachers, making you mentally check out from the conversation. thatâs when he catches your eye, he is talking to topper and kelce with a red solo cup in his hand. you watch his every move, how big and veiny his hands are, practically cover the entire cup. how he constantly pushes his hair back while he talks, almost seeming like a force of habit he has. he also licks his lips a lot, sending a very graphic image of rafe between your le-
he looks up, meeting your gaze. a blush forms on your face as you try to hide your embarrassment but taking a sip of alcohol from your cup. you give yourself some time, staring into the cup before looking up again. but when you look at him, he hasnât stopped staring at you. the blush you fought so hard to keep away makes your face feel like itâs on fire.
you watch as he excuses himself and makes his way over to you. this has to be a dream? or some prank, right?
âhey there, y/n.â he snaps you out of your spiraling thoughts. every person who you are talking to looks over to rafe then back at you. âdidnât know you were coming.â
you awkwardly shrug. âlast minute choice by my friends.â
his eyes burn holes into your body as he looks you up and down. âwell, iâm glad youâre here.â you nod at him, offering a shy smile. âlooks like you need another drink, come inside and iâll get you one.â he nods his head towards the kitchen door. the group you're with is watching this conversation like itâs a TV show. you make my way through them and stand next to him. he automatically puts his hand on your back and leads you inside. the feeling of his touch sends chills down your spine but it almost feels like his hand is meant to be there. like his touch is the missing piece in your life.
you get into the kitchen and he heads towards the fridge, grabbing juice and handing it over. âyou strike me as a vodka and juice, girl.â he says with a smile, making my insides melt.
âand what makes you say that?â you ask, putting your hand on my hip, playing into his little game of flirting.
âwell, youâre sweet and you seem to play it safe. you donât really drink a lot but when you do, youâre never blacked out.â he admits with a laugh, giving his diagnosis. âjuice is sweet and vodka is the safest way to get a little drunk, in my opinion.â he stares at your face, waiting for a response.
âyouâre good, rafe cameron. a little too good.â you admit, grabbing the juice and filling up the cup. he stands over you, giving me the vodka next. âdidnât know i was that easy to read.â
âyouâre not.â he admits, staring down at you while you drink. âi just think i have a special interest in you.â
you freeze in place, thereâs no way heâs admitting this to you. right now. the boy youâve been pining after since the first grade. you can tell you're shutting down but you need to play it cool. âoh really?â you look up at his blue eyes, getting lost in them instantaneously.
âreally.â he steps closer, inches away from my face. you know you are not that drunk but your head feels like itâs spinning under his gaze. he leans in a little closer, your noses brushing, when the kitchen door slams and topper can be seen stumbling in. his obnoxious laugh fills the room, making rafe close his eyes and sigh. âwhat could you possibly want right now?â
topper laughs and comes up beside rafe, heâs clearly fucked up. âiâm just looking for some weed, man.â he hits his chest playfully. âdonât let me get in your way.â
rafe pushes him away, making topper laugh harder at us. he looks at you before speaking. âsorry for being a cockblock.â
rafe narrows his eyes at him. âjust get the fuck outta here, top.â
topper staggers into the other room, still laughing.
âsorry about him. when he drinks, he becomes an asshole.â he says, running a hand across his face.
âis he drunk all the time?â i ask with a new found confidence in my voice.
rafe looks at me and laughs. âseems to be.â
you both stand in silence, not moving away from each other but unable to bring the moment back.
âi like you.â he admits.
you stare at him, unable to speak. âw-what?â
âi think you heard me, y/n.â he smiles cockily, looking into your eyes.
you look back at him. âyou barely know me, rafe.â
âdoesnât mean i canât like you.â he sips his cup and nudges your shoulder with his. âi think you could say the same about me.â he gets closer, whispering into your ear. âdonât think i donât notice how you stare at me when iâm around.â
you feel the air leave your body and you bite your lip. you feel like your cornered and have nowhere to go. âi-i-uhâŠâ
he brushes his finger against your lip, almost like heâs shushing you. but you canât even fight the way your body reacts to his touch. âitâs okay, honey. i like it. i like it a lot.â he says in a whisper, almost making you forget you arenât the only two people in the world. it feels like you can read his mind just by looking into his blue eyes. he wants youâŠscrew that, rafe cameron needs you. and you need him. forget what your father says, or the town, or even your friends. this seems to be all you need.
how am i ever going to recover from this? you thought to yourself.
you hear your friend call your name from outside. rafe looks over as they yell from outside. âiâll see you around, howâs that sound?â you look at him, unable to think when he looks at you like this. his hand brushes against your face before walking back out into the party.
you stand there, still as your friend comes in. âyou alright? looks like you seen a ghost or something.â she asks you, laughing a bit.
âall good.â was all you can get out, staring straight ahead at the door rafe just left in.
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ever since the party, rafe found little ways to be around you.
whether it was joining you at the country club while you played tennis or hanging around you when he saw you at the beach reading. he even started knocking on the front door of your mansion to just talk on your porch, something you had to hide from your dad. with these interactions, you had no idea what everyone was warning you about with him. he was one of the sweetest guys you ever met. for weeks, you and rafe had begun a nice friendship.
but the almost kiss at topper's party was never spoken of again.
the two of you sat on your porch swing, the air was warm as summer was slowly approaching. your legs laid flatly across rafeâs lap, looking directly at him. you poured a glass of lemonade for you both, sparking rafe to hit you with a âyou sure you donât want some vodka in this?â
when youâre with rafe, the conversations seem to just flow like you are the oldest of friends. you could talk about anything and nothing at the same time. he went on for the past five minutes about how he used to love playing lacrosse but one injury affected his whole career for him.
âit sucked, ya know? i never felt like i belonged anywhere, or had a close bond with anyone like i did on that team. then one fucking torn acl later and itâs all gone for me. i had college scouts looking at me and everything. i couldâve escaped this place and lived the real college experience.â he looked out into the water that faced your house. he turned to you and smiled awkwardly. âjeez, iâm sorry i just donât shut up.â
you chuckle at him, loving how he put some of his walls down around you. âitâs okay, i like hearing ya talk. itâs soothing.â you smile innocently at him.
he gazes into your eyes and nods, his expression softening. âreally?â you nod and he just stares at you. âyouâre one of a kind, ya know?â his fingers start to rub innocent circles on your leg.
âand whyâs that?â you ask him.
âi-i donât know, i feel like i can be myself around you.â he admits. âdonât ever quote me on that because iâll deny that shit.â he points, gaining a laugh from you.
âdonât want anyone to know rafe cameron can be a softie?â you tease him.
âshut up, iâm not a softie.â
âi think you can be behind close doors.â you say.
he stops rubbing your leg and turns to you. âoh shut up.â
âwell, youâre gonna have to make me then.â you say without thinking.
rafe looks at you with a fire in his eyes that you havenât seen since the party. âwhat was that?â he cocks his eyebrow at you.
you just stare into his eyes, straightening your shoulders back. a confidence striking you like never before. âi think you heard me, rafe.â
without missing a beat, rafe connects your lips. all of that pent-up tension, gone within that very second. his hands found his way to your face, cupping it ever so lightly like you were a delicate flower he was so lucky to have found. his hands slowly slid down your body, like he was trying to memorize every inch of your skin. "jesus, this is all i've been thinking about." he said breaking away, looking into your eyes.
"then, don't stop." you say breathlessly, climbing on top of his lap, kissing him again.
you can tell this move took rafe by surprise as he let out a soft moan in the kiss. the innocence he once thought you possessed was now all gone. you slowly began grinding yourself against rafe's clothed cock, which was slightly hardening. "fuck, who knew you had it in you, honey." he said as he kissed down your jaw. you never felt so needier in your life chasing a high with rafe that you thought you could only dream about.
your face blushed as you looked down at rafe who was staring up at you like you were a painting held high in the louvre. the more you looked down, the more self-conscious you became. your pace which was rapidly increasing started to falter. "hey, hey, sweetheart. don't stop now. what's wrong? talk to me." he caressed your face so lovingly.
you bit your lip and closed your eyes, still out of breathe. "i-i-i don't know. what if i'm doing this wrong? or it's weird for you? i'm just nervous, i never did this before."
"did what, sweetheart? dry humped?" he almost laughed, pushing hair out of your face.
you shrugged. "well yes and no..." your voice started to trail off.
"yes and no?" rafe stared at you with a puzzled expression, trying to crack the code. you watched as he deciphered your words and the gears started to turn. "y/n, have you ever been with someone like...sexually before?"
you wanted to cry, the embarrassment being too hard to handle. you just laid your head against rafe's chest and sighed. "please, don't think of me any differently. i just...i just haven't found the right person to do all this with, ya know? i used to be scared but with you...i don't know, i feel ready." rafe sat there in silence, his hands falling to your waist and gripping them. you break away from his chest and stare into his eyes, which have seemed to darken. "rafe?"
"you trust me?" he asks simply. you nod shyly, causing his breath to hitch. you can feel his pants grow tighter under you. "i want you to keep going, do you hear me? don't stop until you cum on my pants." it sounds like he is giving you orders. he brings his thumb across your lip and gives a menacing smirk. "you wanna be all mine, huh? you pretty girl. show me your mine."
with his reassurance, you pick up you begin to rub yourself against his pants. your hands grip his shoulders as he holds you down on him. "good girl, keep it going." the material of his jeans feel rough against your clothed cunt but it adds a sensation you have never felt before. "shit, look at how pretty you look on me. can't wait to bury my cock inside you. would you like that? my cock being so far inside you, you can feel it in your stomach?"
you let out a pathetic whine, your head falling back from the pleasure you have building up inside. "y-yes."
"good girl, but we gotta start with the basics, right?" his hands start to trail up your body, stopping at your closed breasts. he cups them with his hands and smiles when you cry his name. "i got you, baby. c'mon, you know you wanna cum."
you quickly grind against him, feeling desperate as you chase your high. with his words of praise and reassurance, you can feel yourself ready to release. with one quick movement, you feel the tension building up in your stomach release as you cum on rafe. tears prick your eyes as you repeat his name over and over again. "rafe, rafe, rafe."
he stares at you in awe as you finish on him. the sight of your teary eyes and his name falling from your lips in such a needy way pushed him over the edge. he found himself cumming in his pants like he was a high schooler all over again.
you both stayed there, out of breathe, not moving once. you felt like a whole new person even though barely anything has changed.
"you alright?" he asks, pushing hair away from your face.
you tiredly nod, not knowing how to form words. your hooded eyes just take in the view of rafe, his face read and sweaty with a cocky smirk painted across it.
he bites his lip and kisses you gently. "there's more where that came from, you know?" he says and your head reels. "i've been waiting for so long to have you to myself, sweetheart. i don't plan on letting go now."
you giggle into his chest and nod. "don't gotta worry about me leaving, trust me. i've never felt so good in my life." the sweet yet sensual moment you two shared came to a halt when you heard your dad's truck pulling up the gravel road to your house. "shit." you quickly climb off rafe, trying to compose yourself.
your father quickly exited the truck, slamming the door behind him. he seemed to race up to the two of you as you sat there. rafe's hand protectively went over yours as your father approached. "the hell is he doing here?" he fumes.
"d-dad, we're just hanging out." you lie to his face.
"yes sir, that's all we were doing." rafe says camly, looking at him in the eyes.
your father head snaps towards rafe. "was i talking to you, boy? no. stay outta it." his attention focuses back to you. "i told you to not mess with the likings of this boy and what do you do behind my back?" he screams at you. "you go around with this...this hooligan! i want him off my property now. acting like some easy girl, i raised you better."
"b-but, daddy." you pout, trying not to cry as rafe squeezes your hand.
"sir, you're being too hard on her. it's not her fault." rafe tries to calm him down.
your father's finger rests on rafe's chest as he gets close to his face. "oh i know that, rafe. it's you and your typical bullshit. my daughter wouldn't act this way if it wasn't for you. look at you, you're probably using her."
rafe's fists clenched as your father talks down to him, no one does this to him and gets away with it. "sir, i suggest you put that finger down."
"or what?" your father snickers in his face.
rafe's whole demeanor shifts, the sweet boy you were just talking to now gone. like he was never even there. it honestly scared you how fast rafe can change personalities. "you don't even want to know." he grits his teeth. you hate to admit the affect this took on your body, clenching your legs together.
your father drops his finger and turns to you. "inside, now." he says, grabbing your arm. before you can fight him off, he's dragging you away from rafe.
"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out." he reassures as you are being brought into your house. "fuck!" he screams as soon as the door slams shut.
you watch as rafe makes his way to his truck, slamming the door shut and driving away. you turn to your father who just stares at you as you cry. "screw you!" you say before running upstairs and locking yourself in your room.
you finally had him and now you lost him.
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the days past since you saw rafe.
your father grounded you and cut you off from the outside world.
you sat by your window and waited, having some false hope that rafe would be your knight in shining armor and take you away from this place. your father pulled up the driveway and seemed to struggle getting out of his truck.
you met him at the door, ready to deal with the bullshit he would throw you today. when you opened your door, your father seemed battered and bruised.
"holy sh-i mean...what happened?" you asked, holding the door open for your dad as he sat on the recliner.
"nothing." he shuttered. "nothing happened."
you stood there and crossed your arms. "clearly something happened."
he shook his head, seeming almost fearful. "nothing happened, now drop it." you stood there as he turned to you. "you aren't grounded anymore. your phone is on my dresser." he seemed almost defeated.
you stared at your dad trying to understand what the hell is going on. are you in the twilight zone? you knew you wouldn't get an answer out of him so you grabbed your things and raced out of the house before he could change his mind. the sun was setting but you didn't care, you had one thing and one thing only on your mind.
you got on your bike and raced towards tannyhill. when you finally got there, you threw your bike down and almost ran to the front door. with two knocks, wheezie opened the door.
"y/n?" she said with a smirk.
"hey, wheezie, is rafe home?" you say, snooping around the insides of the home.
she rolls her eyes and opens the door. "in his room."
you walk up the stairs and stop right before his door. your fist hovering over it before connecting it to the wood. after a few seconds, rafe stands there in the almost dark room.
"y/n." he says, almost as though he was expecting you to be here.
you quickly jump into his arms, holding onto him by his neck. you missed this. the way he smelled, the way he felt, everything about this boy drive you wild. "i missed you."
"i missed you too, honey. come on in." he lets you into his room. this was your first time being in here. sure, you've seen it through snapchat and pictures he sends but that's it. it's the typical boy room but it felt authentic. it felt like rafe.
you sit down on his bed as he walks around, picking up clothes off the floor. "didn't think i'd be having guests." he doesn't seem like his usual self, maybe you caught him at a bad time? but he invited you in, so you stayed.
you laugh at him. "no big deal, the old man let me off the hook tonight. it was weird, he came home all messed up. i tried asking but he kinda pushed me away. it was weird."
rafe stood there, silently. "oh really?"
"yeah, super strange. he's not usually the fighter type. never has been." you watch him stand there. "you all good?"
he nods and turns to you. "i am, now that you're here."
you smile at him as he approaches you. you open your legs so he can stand in between them, looking down at you. he traces your face with his finger, stopping at your lips. "all mine, sweetheart. all mine." he says before bending down to kiss you. the kiss feels rough, almost as though you are a fresh breathe of air that rafe has been waiting for. he pushes you down onto his bed and crawls on top of you.
you break the kiss and look into his eyes, his room is dark so you can only make out certain features. but you bring your hand to his face and hold his cheek, which makes him wince. "oh, i'm sorry, did i hurt you?"
"n-no, it's all good." he tries to kiss you again but you stop him.
"rafe?" you ask him, making him stop once again. "what's wrong? tell me."
"goddamn! nothing is wrong, okay? i can't miss you." he says, running a hand through his hair. you try to study his face but can't even see him. you reach over for his bedside lamp. "no, no, leave it of-" before he can stop you, the light is on. his beautiful face has a large bruise under his right eye and cheek. his lip busted and knuckles bruised.
"rafe?" you question, sitting up.
"y/n, i can explain." he pleads.
then it all makes sense. your father coming home all battered and bruised, rafe's current state, you being let off the hook too easily.
"you don't even want to know."
"it's okay, baby, we'll figure this out."
his words from that night ring through your head. the way his whole demeanor changed that night into a person you've never seen before.
"d-did you?" you ask with teary eyes.
"baby, look at me. i can explain." he begs you but you start to get up.
"explain what? how you beat up my fucking dad!?" you yelled, trying to grasp the millions of thoughts you had. "h-how could you?" you stand by his door, pacing, with your head in your hands.
he walks up to you, grabbing your hand. "look at me, honey, please. look at me." he begs you, trying to grab your attention.
when you finally turn to him, you see the cuts and bruises again. "rafe, why?" you say with a tear slipping down.
"because i love you, honey. you're my girl and i don't give a fuck who it is, they cannot talk to you the way your own father did. calling you easy, acting like your dumb for being around me. nobody should ever talk to you like that, ever." you stop and he cups your face in his hands. "i just wanted to talk to him, okay? all i wanted to do was talk. but then he started again with how i'm a bad person and how you were being stupid for even acknowledging me. he said he didn't need a guy like me corrupting his daughter and i snapped."
you gazed into his eyes, they looked as though they were pleading with you to see why he did what he did.
"please, say something. please." he states.
you sigh and close your eyes. "rafe, i don't need you going around defending my honor, especially to my dad. it's not worth it."
"not worth it? sweetheart, look at me." you open your eyes. "you are worth everything to me, you hear me? everything. i would kill for you if you asked me to. i never had someone care for me the way you do, have someone listen to me, or even treat me normally. you mean the world to me, y/n. i love you."
and there it was.
rafe cameron, for once in his life, showed affection.
he told someone they love them.
"i'm sorry it was your dad, okay? sometimes, i black out and can't remember things when i'm angry. i act on my impulses. but with you, i never feel that way." he shakes his head, trying to contain all his emotions. your eyes water again, causing him to wipe the tears. "what's wrong, baby? talk to me."
you smile through the tears. "i just, i love you too." no one has ever made you feel so safe and loved in one moment than rafe has this past month. he's all you could ever ask for.
he beams down at you, shaking his head. "you mean that?"
"with every ounce of my body, i love you." you admit.
his heart swelled as he connected your lips once more to his. you were all his, all he ever needed in life to feel whole.
rafe pushes you against the door, a light moan slipping from your lips as he presses himself against you.
"you like that?" he asks, a satisfied smirk on his face as he kisses your cheek and goes down your neck.
you nod under his touch, like you're cast in his spell. "y-yes."
"you want more?" he asks, sucking on one spot of your neck for a long time. all you can do is nod, already becoming a mess because of him. he pulls away, having you almost whimper from the lack of contact. "not uh, baby, gotta hear some words out of that beautiful mouth of yours. i'll repeat myself, do you want more."
"y-yes, rafe, yes please."
he groans at your begging and nods. "good girl." he pulls you over to the bed and guides you toward it. you feel the bed hit the back of your knees and you sit down, looking up at him. he quickly takes his shirt off and tosses it to the side.
he kisses your lips lightly as his hands find the end of your shirt, lightly toying with the fabric. "y-you can take it off." with the reassurance, he slips the top off and leaves it next to you. his eyes take in your body, your breasts pooling out of a flimsy green bralette. he sucks his tongue and gently runs his fingers over your tits.
"so pretty and they're all for me." he slowly reaches behind your back and unclasps the bralette with one hand, letting it fall down your body. you could swear rafe has tiny hearts in his eyes as they bore onto your half-naked body. "lay down." you follow his orders and lay against his pillows. his bedroom light shines over his features and the cuts from the fight. you bring your hand up to touch them and he gives into your touch. "you okay?"
"more than okay." you tell him.
he kisses your hand then his lips meet with yours once again. he then lets his lips trail across your cheek, jaw, neck, and down to your chest. he stares at your tits before peppering them both with kisses. he then takes one nipple in his mouth, slowly, and grabs your other one with your free hand to give a squeeze. your body instantaneously reacts to rafe's touch, moaning at the sensation of his lips. "you like that, huh?" he almost teases, switching to the other nipple.
"m-more." you whisper out, clenching your eyes.
"what was that, honey? need you to speak up for me." he grins.
"please, i want more, rafe. touch me more." you raise your voice.
"you got it." his hand leaves your tit and trails slowly down your body, resting at the hem of your jeans. he unbuttons them and lets his hands slide down your underwear, his hands automatically getting soaked. "shit, baby, all this for me?" he runs ins finger down your cunt and gathering your slick, bringing it to his mouth. he sucks it off his fingers as you watch in awe. "you're just too sweet for me, you know that?"
he doesn't even give you time to think before he puts his fingers back inside you, swirling your cunt. your hands grab his shoulders, holding onto them for dear life. "it's okay, i got ya, i always got ya." he reassures as he slowly slips one finger into your tight hole. "jesus, honey, with a hole this tight i don't know how long i'll last." he says as he slips his finger in and out of you, his thumb still toying with your clit.
your head falls back as more moans fall from your lips. "more, rafe, please give me more."
he laughs slightly. "cocky little thing, aren't ya? if you insist." he adds one more finger, your hole clenching around him as his finger slip in and out. "look how pretty you look with my fingers inside of you." he says before kissing your mouth, collecting your moans. you're so wet you hear the noises your pussy is making around him. you feel overstimulated as rafe keeps going, not stopping once. tears prick your eyes as you feel your high approaching. his thumb rubs harder as your nails connect to rafe's chest, dragging them down. "my pretty baby, i just love you so much." he says, staring at you.
with those words, you feel yourself being pushed to pleasure. you cum all over rafe's fingers, crying out his name. "rafe!"
he lets you ride out your high before taking his fingers out and putting them in his mouth like he did before. "never gonna get tired of that."
he gets up and heads to the bathroom. you want to talk to him, ask him where he's going, but you're too tired. you've never felt this good, not even from your own fingers. rafe comes back with a towel in his hand, gently, he pulls off your shorts and panties, cleaning off your pussy. the water is nice and warm as he gets you situated. he drops the rag and crawls into his bed next to you, holding you tightly.
"you know, if you want me to go dow-" but before you can finish that sentence he kisses your forehead.
"no need to rush there, honey. i wanna take my time with you, wanna show you how good i can make you feel." your heart melts in your chest as he rubs your back lightly. "get some rest, alright?"
you fall asleep fast in his arms, he holds you there the entire night and doesn't plan on letting go.
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off my face - yjw
pairing: jungwon x reader genre: soulmate au, mega FLUFF word count: 6.6k summary: in a world where each person has a soulmate mark indicating where they will be touched by their soulmate for the first time, thereâs jungwonâthe soccer team captain youâd like to be ruined by foreverâwho has no soulmate mark at all. what does that make you, someone whose mark has changed color because of him? author's note: finally!! here's your most awaited blond jungwon fic that i skipped sleep for<3333 inspired by this amazing prompt my friend sent me.
One touch and you got me stoned. Higher than I've ever known. You call the shots and I follow. Sunrise, but the night still young. No words, but we speak in tongues. If you let me, I might say too much.
You sat near the front row, posture perfect, eyes narrowed as Professor Minâs lecture on ancient mythology took a surprising turn. Todayâs topic wasnât just historyâit was soulmate lore, the mysterious marks everyone was born with, and the myths that surrounded them. The professorâs calm, seasoned voice filled the room, but the air buzzed with barely contained excitement. Everyone was alert, even the usual back-row whisperers, captivated by the promise of something rare: a sanctioned discussion about their most private marks.
âThese soulmate marks,â Professor Min began, his gaze sweeping the room with a faint smile, âare said to be the final traces of a bond forged in a past life. Legends tell us that in each lifetime, we may be separated from our soulmates, lost to distance or circumstance. But the marks,â he gestured to his own faintly darkened palm, âare said to be the soulâs way of leaving a trailâa reminder.â
A murmur rippled through the room. Everyone had a mark, a small patch of inky darkness, as distinct as fingerprints, mapped out on their bodies. Some had them on their palms or fingertips, waiting for the day a handshake or brush of fingers would light up that mark with color. Others had them in more curious places, whispering of fated touches in the most unlikely moments.
"The legend says," Professor Min continued, "that these marks were painted by oneâs soulmate in a past life, a vow made in hopes to meet again, to find each other across time."
You clenched your pen a little tighter, the faint tickle of wonder battling the urge to keep your expression blank and unfeeling. Youâd always kept your interest in soulmate marks private. They seemed so full of mystery, and the idea of your soulmate waiting for you somewhere was oddly⊠reassuring. You glanced down, conscious of the mark behind your knee, hidden like a strange secret that even you could barely understand. What kind of first touch would even reach there? The thought was both amusing and baffling, and you stifled a wry smile.
Around you, other students leaned in to chat, loud enough that their conversations blended into a steady hum. Your classmate Arin nudged her friend, laughing as she displayed the faint mark on her palm. âIâve been dying to know whoâll shake my hand one day,â she whispered excitedly, her eyes glimmering with hope.
But your gaze drifted just beyond Arin, landing instead on a familiar figure lounging in the middle row with his legs stretched out, looking every bit like he was born to disrupt things without lifting a finger. Jungwon. Handsome in a way that seemed almost unfair, with striking, dark eyes framed by lashes that cast subtle shadows on his cheeks, and hair the color of midnight that fell in soft, tousled waves. He had this effortless, magnetic presence that drew people toward him, like he knew he didnât need to try.
As captain of the soccer team and one of the most well-known faces on campus, Jungwon somehow managed to look both sharp and relaxed, as if the attention his looks or reputation brought him meant nothing. Youâd been crushing on him since last year, an avid fan always present at his games, cheering him on like a lovesick fool. Whenever he scored a goal, you felt your heart leap, and you couldnât help but unleash your inner fangirl, your excitement spilling over as you screamed his name. Right now, he seemed half-listening to his friends, a hint of a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he leaned back, eyes drifting up to the ceiling before refocusing on his friends. It was that easygoing confidence that made him impossible not to noticeâand, for you, impossible not to think about.
It was a boy from his friend group, Jay, who interrupted the class chatter by slapping a hand down on the table and teasing, âCome on, Won. You donât have a soulmate mark, my foot. No one gets off that easy.â The comment was light-hearted but loaded, and more than a few students turned to look.
To your surprise, Jungwon didnât react with one of his usual witty comebacks or careless shrugs. Instead, he just rubbed the back of his neck, a hint of something almost vulnerable flashing across his face. âNo, really,â he insisted, almost apologetically. âI donât have one. I checked a million times as a kid.â
Your pen paused mid-note, and a slight, irrational disappointment prickled in your chest. It was hard to believe, especially about someone like Jungwon, whose very presence seemed destined to leave a mark on others. Soulmate marks might be rare, but someone like him not having one? It felt impossible, like a missing piece that no one noticed until it was too late.
For a fleeting moment, you wondered if maybe he just hadnât found it yet. After all, some people only discovered their mark when it finally turned to color. Sometimes it wasnât a visible spot on the skin but something far subtlerâa shadow in the hue of their lips that would only brighten after a first kiss, or a darkness lingering in an eye, invisible until the gentle touch of someone wiping away their tears brought it to life. The thought sent a strange warmth to your cheeks as you glanced back toward him, wondering if Jungwonâs missing mark was just waiting for the right person to unlock it.
Still, he looked surprisingly honest, a faint hint of sadness clouding his otherwise bright gaze. For someone so magnetic, it was as if he was caught drifting in space, without any tether connecting him to anyone at all.
âAlright, alright,â Jay relented, raising his hands in surrender but laughing all the same. âGuess someoneâs too cool to be fated to anyone, huh?â
The professorâs voice cut back in, and you forced yourself to refocus, though your mind lingered on Jungwonâs quiet expression and the flicker of something in his eyes, something both resigned and deeply private. Could he really be alone in a world where everyone else was bound to someone?
âImagine having your mark on your knuckles,â Arin whispered beside you with a grin, oblivious to the moment that had just passed. âYouâd probably knock your soulmate out before you even realized they were âthe oneâ!â
Another round of laughter scattered through the room, like a shared inside joke. The air felt charged, as if everyone were suddenly curious about each otherâs marks, glancing around with new eyes. You let out a small sigh, tapping your pen against your notebook with a faint smile. As much as you tried to keep up the class president, model-student act, the idea of soulmates fascinated you in a way youâd never quite admit.
When the bell finally rang, the room filled with that familiar end-of-class chaos. You started packing up, keeping your head downâuntil you noticed Jungwon slinging his bag over his shoulder, looking effortlessly put-together, as usual. He laughed at something his friend said, his expression relaxed, his dark eyes flickering with amusement. But you couldnât help catching the faintest flicker of something else in his gaze as he glanced at his friendsïżœïżœlike a momentary, unguarded look that felt⊠wistful?
Okay, maybe that was just you being overly imaginative.
You let out a little huff as you slung your own bag over your shoulder, shaking off the strange pity youâd felt moments before. So what if Jungwon didnât have a mark? You barely even knew him. Well, you kind of knew him, but from a distanceâand with way more daydreams than youâd like to admit. Still, it was silly to wonder about him, right? With your head full of these thoughts, you walked out into the hallway, lost in a world where maybe, just maybe, he was wondering about you, too.
And as you brushed past a group of friends, laughing and shoving each other, your hand slipped over the back of your knee, where your own mark was hiddenâquiet, waiting, and as mysterious as ever.
The sky was an endless blue, stretching wide over the school field as your class spilled out onto the grass for PE. With the teacher conveniently on vacation, todayâs instructions were simple: enjoy the free time. Most of your classmates took to the field, breaking off into little clusters for a lazy game of soccer, light stretches, or simple gossip sessions by the bleachers.
As class president, you took it upon yourself to ensure no one went too far or caused trouble. Your duty, as you saw it, was to survey your classmates from a slight distance, keeping an eye out with the calm, serious gaze youâd carefully perfected. Yet even from the sidelines, your eyes found themselves drifting toward a familiar figure on the field, drawn to him like magnets.
Jungwon was at the center of the field with his friends, casual and relaxed, but his every move carried an elegance that made your pulse skip. He was laughing at something his friend said, his eyes crinkling as he kicked the soccer ball back and forth, the glint of a confident smirk tugging at his lips. His ease on the field was mesmerizing, a mixture of strength and grace that made it hard to look away.
You reminded yourself to focus, scanning the field to check on the other groups. But before you could pull your attention back entirely, a voice called out, and you saw Jungwon pivot to chase the soccer ballâonly for it to ricochet off his foot, headed directly toward you with alarming speed.
In the split second it took you to react, you felt a sharp thud against the back of your knees. The impact sent you stumbling forward, knees buckling beneath you as you tumbled to the ground. Pain flared up where the ball had struck, but it was drowned out by the shock of it all.
âOh noâare you okay?â Jungwonâs voice was breathless with concern, his steps hurried as he reached you. You barely had a chance to process his arrival before he knelt beside you, face flushed and clearly panicked. His hand hovered awkwardly as if afraid to touch you, his usual calm replaced with something far more vulnerable.
âI-Iâm so sorry, I didnât mean toâ Are you hurt?â he stammered, his voice unusually soft. He reached out gently, his hands carefully brushing against your arm as he tried to help you up. âCan you stand?â
Your mind struggled to catch up to the moment, and it took everything you had to keep your stoic demeanor intact. Jungwon was close, closer than heâd ever been, and the intensity of his worried gaze was unexpectedly disarming. Even as pain pulsed through your knee, you couldnât help but stare, captivated by how intensely he focused on you, as if everything else in the world had fallen away.
âIâm fine, really,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. But as soon as you tried to stand, pain shot up your leg.
Jungwonâs expression shifted to one of determination, and before you could protest, he slid one arm under your knees and lifted you up, his other arm around your shoulders. The world tilted as he held you in a firm, steady grip, his face barely inches from yours. âWeâre getting you to the nurse. No arguments.â
You blinked, momentarily stunned by his closeness, by the warmth radiating from him. âOhâokay.â The words left your mouth almost on instinct, your brain still catching up with the fact that Jungwon was carrying you, his focus set entirely on you. His hands brushed your arm as he adjusted his grip, and you felt a strange warmth bloom under your skin, something unfamiliar and electric.
The walk to the nurseâs office was quiet, but you couldnât ignore the way his gaze flickered to you, the gentleness in his expression as he murmured, âSorry again. Iâd never forgive myself if I hurt the class president.â
Your lips parted, searching for something to say, but the way he looked at youâsoft, maybe even a bit shyâleft you wordless. All you could do was nod, your heart pounding louder with each step as you held onto the feeling of his arms around you, wondering if he could hear it too.
It wasnât until you glanced down that you noticed itâa faint shift of color beneath your knee where the ball had struck. The mark, once hidden and dark, now radiated a subtle but unmistakable bright yellow hue, soft and warm against your skin.
You froze, eyes wide, as the realization settled in. Jungwon was still mumbling apologies, unaware of the discovery youâd just made. Only he could have caused the mark to change; he was the only one who had touched that spot. The idea left you breathless, your mind scrambling to make sense of it all.
In the clinic, the nurse examined your knee with a quick, professional assessment. âYouâll be fine,â she declared, sending you off with an ice pack and a faint smile. But your thoughts were still racing, tangled up in the startling realization that Jungwon might actually be your soulmate.
The whole walk back to class, you replayed the moment in your mind, trying to make sense of it. Maybe it was a coincidence. Perhaps someone had brushed the back of your knee at some other time, and you simply hadnât noticed. But deep down, you knew the truthâthe mark had only changed when Jungwon touched you.
And when you returned to class, he was there, hovering near the door with a worried frown. He looked up as you approached, eyes bright with relief.
âAre you okay?â he asked, a slight smile breaking through the concern etched into his features. âI was worried about you.â
Your heart skipped as you nodded, doing your best to keep your voice steady. âIâm fine. Just⊠a bit shaken up, thatâs all.â You felt the weight of the new secret pressing down on you, but you forced yourself to smile.
Jungwonâs shoulders relaxed, and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in that effortlessly charming way of his. âIâm glad. Iâll be more careful with my aim next time.â
You smiled back, feeling the weight of the markâs new color, of the quiet truth only you knew. As Jungwon returned to his seat, your gaze drifted to the back of your knee, where the mark lay hidden under the fabric of your clothes, now touched by colorâby him.
In the days following the incident on the field, the world seemed to shift around you, humming with an energy you couldnât quite shake. The back of your knee, where Jungwonâs touch had changed your soulmate mark to a soft, distinct yellow color, was a constant reminder of the possibility that your crushâJungwon, the ever-handsome and kind soccer captainâmight be something even more significant than youâd ever dared to imagine.
âHowâs your knee?â he asked, his voice warm and tinged with that familiar gentleness that made your heart stutter.
âOh, itâs fine, really!â You waved it off, attempting to tuck your leg further under your desk, hoping he wouldnât notice the faint new color to the mark that still lingered behind your knee.
Jungwon didnât seem to buy it. âAre you sure?â he asked, his brows furrowing as he leaned down, intent on seeing for himself. Before he could get a closer look, you tugged your skirt down a little farther, hiding the mark as best as you could.
âIâm sure, really,â you insisted, trying to keep your tone casual. âItâs just a little sore, nothing to worry about.â
For a moment, he hesitated, his gaze lingering on you, unreadable. Then he nodded, standing up with a quiet, sheepish smile. âAlright. Iâll trust you, but only if you promise to let me know if it starts hurting again.â
You managed a nod, clutching your books a little tighter to keep your hands steady. âI promise,â you said, hoping he didnât notice the flicker of nerves in your eyes.
Your third shared class of the week was English, and just as the teacher assigned the dayâs group work, the class began to shift into pairs. Coincidentally (or so you told yourself), the seating arrangement placed Jungwon near you that day.
âHey,â he said, his voice soft as he approached. He offered you one of his signature, heart-stopping smiles. âMind if we pair up? I meanâŠif youâre okay with it.â
With an effort to keep your expression neutral, you nodded. âSure,â you replied, your voice steady even though your heart was anything but.
Settling at a table near the window, you both pulled out your notebooks. The task was straightforwardâanalyzing a poem about soulmates. You caught a breath at the irony, and Jungwon, seemingly unfazed, began reading the passage aloud. His voice, low and calm, wove through the words as you listened, though your mind kept wandering to his every movement, the way his eyes flickered thoughtfully over the page, how his fingers held the pencil lightly but with intention.
âWhat do you think?â he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.
You cleared your throat, willing your focus back to the assignment. âI thinkâŠwell, itâs romantic. But itâs also kind of tragic, right? Thereâs always this sense of waitingâlike, what if they donât meet?â
Jungwonâs gaze flickered up, lingering on your face a little longer than necessary. âYeah, thatâs true,â he agreed, his voice thoughtful. âThe idea that youâre waiting your whole life for just one personâŠitâs a lot of pressure.â
He paused, eyes settling on you, as if searching for something beneath the calm exterior you held so tightly. âDo you⊠believe in it? Soulmates, I mean?â
Caught off guard, you looked down, your fingers tracing invisible patterns on the edge of your notebook. You thought of your parents, of their own lovely story about finding each other through their marks, and how youâd grown up with those tales of destiny. And now, here you were, sitting with the very boy who might be your own fated match.
âI think,â you began slowly, âthat I want to believe in it. My parentsâŠthey have one of those classic stories. Itâs hard not to believe in soulmates when youâve heard stories like that all your life.â
He nodded, listening intently. âI get that. I guessâŠsometimes I wonder what it would be like. But itâs hard to picture when you donâtâŠyou know, have any marks yourself.â
The quiet sadness in his tone took you by surprise. Youâd never considered what it might be like to go through life without a soulmate mark, to feel like something intrinsic was missing, a feeling that destiny had passed you by. Suddenly, your thoughts flickered back to the legends the elders toldâhow markless people were said to carry the weight of unrequited love from a past life, doomed to wander without a soulmate to mark them in this one. The idea hung heavy in the air, mingling with your sympathy for him.
âMaybe it doesnât matter, then,â you murmured, almost to yourself. âMaybe people without marks find their person too, in other ways.â You couldnât help but think that perhaps Jungwon was one of those souls, burdened by a love that never came to fruition.
The silence that followed was heavy but not uncomfortable. Jungwon seemed lost in thought, his gaze drifting out the window as he considered your words. And just then, a strange sense of comfort washed over you, knowing that even if he was unaware of it, you shared a connection that went beyond what either of you could see.
âMaybe,â he said finally, and then he flashed you a lopsided grin. âWell, even if soulmates are real, maybe itâs a good thing Iâm mark-free. I donât think Iâd want someone to find out I was their soulmate because I hit them with a soccer ball.â
His laughter rang out, and you couldnât help but join him, but beneath the mirth, your heart clenched. You wanted to tell him everythingâto reveal the secret that could bridge the chasm between you. But as the words formed on your lips, fear gripped you. What if you were wrong? What if he truly didnât have a soulmate mark, and this moment of connection was just a fleeting illusion?
So you swallowed hard, plastering a smile on your face that didnât quite reach your eyes. âWell, letâs just keep that between us, then,â you replied, hoping to mask the anxiety swirling inside you.
Inside, the truth weighed heavy, a secret that felt more like a burden than a bond. Keeping it hidden seemed safer, easierâeven if it left you feeling like a ghost, drifting alongside him but never truly reaching out. The thought of him being one of those markless soulsâthe ones who carried the pain of a love never realizedâmade you ache. You didnât want him to feel that emptiness, and yet, here you were, hiding a truth that might shatter the fragile connection you shared.
Perhaps it was better this way. Better to hold onto your heartache in silence than risk shattering the bond you had built, no matter how tenuous it felt. As you returned to the assignment, the bittersweet taste of longing lingered on your tongue, mixing with the thrill of possibility, leaving you torn between the hope of what could be and the fear of what might never come to pass.
Finally, during your biology class, your teacher assigned a laboratory cleaning rotation. By the luck of the drawâor maybe a twist of fateâyou found yourself paired with Jungwon. It was supposed to be a simple task, but as the two of you gathered supplies and began tidying up the classroom after hours, you felt the weight of every quiet moment.
Jungwon appeared beside you as you straightened a stack of textbooks, arms full of markers and erasers. His casual, laid-back attitude only heightened the quiet thrill that being near him sparked in you. As he handed you an eraser, your fingers brushed slightly, and you pulled back quickly, heart racing.
"Are you always this⊠serious?" Jungwon teased, his lips curving into a half-smile. "I mean, you donât have to look like weâre cleaning the whole school."
You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. âItâs just how I work. I take tasks seriously.â
He nodded, still smiling. âYouâre impressive, you know. Itâs likeâŠyouâre always so composed, like nothing rattles you.â
Caught off guard by his observation, you froze momentarily, not sure how to respond. Behind your serious exterior, you were anything but composedâespecially around him. Before you could answer, he turned away to tidy the bookshelves, leaving you wondering if heâd picked up on the effect he had on you.
After a while, Jungwon returned to the task at hand, dusting off a few of the windowsills. It was quiet for a few minutes, the sounds of your combined effort filling the room. You both worked in sync, a silent rhythm that had developed without either of you realizing it. And then, with an abruptness that caught you off guard, he spoke again.
âHey,â he said, hesitating. âI know this might be a weird question, but⊠whereâs your soulmate mark?â
The question hung in the air between you, heavy with implications you werenât ready to unravel. Your heart thudded as you carefully set down the books youâd been holding, gathering your thoughts.
You felt a flush creep up your cheeks. "Um, it's⊠it's on my knee," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The intimacy of the moment made you shy, and you instinctively shifted your weight, the hem of your skirt falling to cover your knee even more.
Jungwon raised an eyebrow, curiosity glimmering in his eyes. âOh? Is it⊠already in color?â
You hesitated for a brief moment, weighing your words. âUh, yeah,â you replied, biting your lip. âIt changed a while ago. But itâs not a big deal.â You left out the part about him possibly being your soulmate, feeling the weight of that truth settle heavily in the air between you.
His expression shifted slightly, disappointment flashing across his features before he masked it with a casual smile. âThatâs cool,â he said, his voice a bit quieter now. âI guess⊠it must be nice to have that certainty.â
âYeah,â you said, trying to keep the mood light despite the sudden heaviness in your chest. âI mean, itâs comforting, I suppose.â
But beneath your words, a sense of longing stirred. You noticed how his gaze faltered for a moment, and it struck you then how much he had hoped for something different. He had seemed eager, maybe even hopeful, and the realization stung a little.
Jungwon cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled over you both. âSo, um⊠did you see the last soccer game?â he asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. âI think we really need to work on our defense.â
His attempt at lightheartedness felt slightly forced, and you could see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Still, it was nice to see him trying to shake off the heaviness from moments before.
âYeah, I caught a bit of it,â you replied, grateful for the shift in focus. âYou guys played well, though a couple of those goals were pretty close calls.â
He chuckled, the tension easing just a little. âYeah, I think I almost gave our coach a heart attack with that last-minute save,â he said, grinning. It was an infectious smile, and you found yourself smiling back despite the weight still resting in the back of your mind.
The annual school festival arrived faster than expected, and the campus buzzed with activity and excitement. Classrooms were transformed into themed booths, hallways were draped with handmade decorations, and students wore colorful festival shirts and badges, their faces bright with paint and laughter. You found yourself stationed at the face-painting booth, brush in hand, ready to tackle the endless line of eager students.
Youâd always enjoyed events like theseâparticipating in the festival offered you a rare chance to relax and feel connected to your classmates outside of the usual seriousness you maintained as class president. Here, you were just another student, painting stars, hearts, and stripes on familiar faces.
âHey, whatâs up? Need a painter?â your friend Taeyoung called out to the next group approaching your booth. You followed his gaze and felt your heart skip when you recognized Jungwon and his friends heading your way, laughing and jostling each other. He wore a loose festival shirt with sleeves rolled up, a casual look that somehow made him even more handsome. You quickly glanced down, suddenly hyper-aware of your paintbrushes and the paper towels you clutched a little too tightly.
The booth was busy, and with most of your fellow painters occupied, it didnât take long for Taeyoung to pair Jungwon with you. âHey, Y/N, looks like youâve got a VIP customer! Captain Jungwon wants to be a canvas today,â he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he nudged Jungwon playfully.
Jungwon chuckled, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyesâan eagerness mixed with a hint of shyness. âYeah, I guess Iâm in your hands now,â he said, his voice low and teasing. âNo pressure, right?â
You swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure as your heart raced. âUh, right! No pressure at all,â you replied, your voice a little too bright. âWhat do you have in mind?â
You forced yourself to meet Jungwonâs eyes, fighting back the nervous excitement bubbling in your chest. âSo⊠what would you like?â you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
Jungwonâs usual confident smile softened a little, and he seemed slightly hesitant, rubbing the back of his neck, a gesture that made your stomach flutter. âMaybe a couple of stars on my cheeks? And⊠maybe a small cat on my forehead?â
You stifled a laugh at his request, realizing that behind his composed demeanor, he had a playful side you hadnât seen before. âA star and a cat. Got it,â you whispered, dipping your brush into white paint. You reached out carefully to steady his face, tilting it slightly toward the light. Your fingers lightly touched his cheek, and you couldnât ignore the spark that jolted through you at the contact.
Jungwon closed his eyes briefly, letting out a small breath. You tried to ignore the slight flush you felt creeping up your neck, focusing on drawing a perfect star on his left cheek. You painted in silence, but every so often, heâd open his eyes and glance at you, making your heart race each time.
With one cheek finished, you moved to the other side. He leaned in closer, giving you the perfect angle. The space between you seemed to shrink with every second, the sounds of the bustling festival fading into a distant hum. You were hyper-aware of everythingâthe faint scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating from him, and how your fingers gently brushed his skin. When you finished with the stars, you pulled back slightly to look at your work, meeting his gaze as you did.
âThey look good,â he murmured, his voice softer than usual.
You swallowed, breaking eye contact to reach for a new brush and dip it in black paint. âNow for the cat,â you said, trying to stay calm. âHold still.â
You carefully moved to part his hair at the center of his forehead. As your fingers brushed through his bangs, you froze, your eyes widening as you saw something strangeâa small patch of his dark hair was shifting, lightening to a soft honey-blonde under your touch.
âUm⊠Jungwon,â you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you stared at the transformed lock of hair falling against his forehead. âYour hairâŠâ
âWhat about it?â He turned to you with a hint of confusion, glancing up as if trying to catch a glimpse of the change. âDid I mess it up?â
You shook your head, the words tangling in your throat as disbelief washed over you. âItâs⊠itâs changing color.â
He blinked, clearly caught off guard, then brushed his fingers through the area youâd touched. His movements stilled, the warmth in his expression fading, replaced by something deeperâsomething unreadable. The air thickened around you, a heavy silence filled with unspoken questions.
âAre you sure?â he asked quietly, his gaze searching yours as if trying to decode the truth hidden beneath your surprise.
You nodded slowly, your heart racing. âYeah, I⊠I thought it was just the paint at first, but⊠itâs definitely not.â
The realization hung in the air, electric and palpable, igniting a spark of tension that sent shivers down your spine. Jungwonâs fingers gently traced the newly lightened strands of hair, his expression a mix of wonder and trepidation. You could feel your pulse quicken, an exhilarating rush flooding through you as you grasped the meaning behind this strange phenomenon.
Time seemed to stretch in that moment, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in your chest. Here he was, the boy youâd admired from afar, unexpectedly transformed before your eyes. Jungwonâthe one who had unwittingly painted your world in vibrant colors, now literally changing right in front of you.
Suddenly, self-consciousness washed over you like a cold wave. You averted your gaze, stepping back instinctively. âIâI should go finish with the others. Theyâre probably waiting for meâŠâ Your voice wavered, betraying the rush of emotions threatening to spill over.
Before you could dwell on it, a paint container wobbled on the edge of the table, knocking into your elbow. In your panic, you stumbled, sending brushes and colors sprawling over yourself. âOh no!â you yelped, scrambling to clean up the mess.
âY/N, wait!â Jungwon exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. He stepped closer, his hand closing around yours, halting your frantic movements. âStop. Just breathe.â
His grip was steadying, grounding you amidst the chaos of your racing thoughts. âLetâs find somewhere quiet, okay? You need to clean up.â His voice held a calmness that contrasted sharply with the storm inside you.
You felt a rush of warmth at his concern, but your mind spun with confusion. âBut⊠the boothââ
âTrust me,â he said, his gaze unwavering, a silent promise passing between you. âJust for a moment. Letâs talk.â
With a nod, you allowed him to guide you away from the festivalâs noise, your heart racing not just from the moment, but from the undeniable connection building between you. The thrill of discovery was tempered by the anxiety of what it all meant, and yet, in Jungwonâs presence, you felt something shiftâsomething new and exciting, just waiting to be explored.
He led you through a quieter section of the campus, where the walls were lined with colorful murals painted by students, the air filled with the faint scent of paint and creativity. The laughter and chatter from the festival faded into the background, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves overhead and the distant sound of music drifting from the booths.
As you turned a corner, Jungwon paused, the air around you suddenly thick with anticipation. He glanced around, ensuring you were alone, then leaned against the cool brick wall, his posture relaxed yet focused. His gaze locked onto yours, intensity radiating from him. âMy hair⊠itâs slowly turning blond. Isnât this what soulmate marks are supposed to be like?â
His words hung in the air, electrifying the space between you. You felt the weight of the moment press down, your heart racing like a wild drum in your chest. âRight⊠your soulmate mark,â you stammered, the tremor in your voice betraying the chaos inside. âI didnât want to say anything because I thought it might just be a coincidence, but now⊠it's all starting to make sense.â
Jungwon stepped closer, the seriousness in his expression deepening. âYou mean you knew?â His voice was low, the edge of urgency evident. âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â
The air crackled with tension, and you felt your pulse quicken. âI didnât know it was you! I thoughtââ you cut yourself off, frustration bubbling within you. âI didnât want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward. Youâve been my crush longer than youâve been a friend. Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep things from being awkward with you, especially when my mark changed?â
Jungwonâs expression shifted, vulnerability breaking through his confidence. âYour mark... is it.⊠when did it change? Am Iâwas it before⊠or after we met?â His voice was tight, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air.
You took a deep breath, feeling the memories rush back. âThe day you carried me to the nurseâs office, you idiot.â
He blinked, taken aback by your response. âWait⊠that day? But I thought...â
His expression softened slightly, the intensity in his eyes shifting as he took a step closer. You held your breath as he knelt down, his fingers hovering over your soulmate mark. The moment felt electric, a mix of vulnerability and anticipation coursing through you.
âCan IâŠ?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, giving him permission to touch it. As his fingers brushed against your skin, a shiver ran down your spine. Jungwon chuckled softly, the sound breaking some of the tension between you. âCan you believe this? It feels just like yesterday when I accidentally hit my crush with a soccer ball at her knees,â he said, shaking his head with a bemused smile. âThe same crush Iâve wanted to approach since 10th grade but was always too afraid to mess up, especially with how she glares at boys.â
You couldnât help but laugh, the image of a younger Jungwon fumbling with his words as he tried to impress you suddenly vivid in your mind. âI didnât mean to scare you off,â you admitted, your heart swelling with warmth. âI thought you were just⊠confident, you know?â
He shrugged, a hint of shyness creeping back into his demeanor. âI try to be. But itâs hard when youâre crushing on someone whoâs out of your league.â
âOut of my league?â you repeated, incredulous. âJungwon, youâre the captain of the soccer team! Everyone looks up to you.â
âYeah, but that doesnât mean Iâm not nervous around you,â he replied, his gaze locking onto yours, sincerity pouring from his words. âItâs different with you. You make me want to be better.â
The air between you thickened with unspoken emotions, each heartbeat echoing the connection that had always been there, waiting to be acknowledged. You both stood on the edge of something monumental, the laughter of the festival fading away, leaving only the two of you and the promise of what lay ahead.
The next day, Jungwon strolled confidently down the hallway, his head of hair transformed into a stunning honeyed blonde that turned heads with every step. The shift was strikingâbold, noticeable, and oddly fittingâmaking it seem as though he had always intended to embrace this change. Whispers and awestruck glances followed him like a gentle wave, yet beneath that cool exterior, you could see the spark of mischief in his eyes, especially when they met yours.
âWow, he really went all out,â Arin murmured beside you, her voice a mix of surprise and admiration. âHe mustâve bleached the whole thing. I didnât think Jungwon had that in him.â
You nodded, trying to maintain your composure while your heart raced. âYeah⊠surprising, isnât it?â you replied, though a smile betrayed your nonchalance as you watched him navigate the crowd like he owned the place.
Unaware of the true significance of his transformation, your classmates continued their commentary. âLooks good on him, though,â one girl remarked, her tone infused with genuine admiration. âLike he was meant to have it all along.â
Jungwon seemed completely unfazed by the attention, wearing his new look with a blend of pride and ease, as if his blonde hair was a badge of honor that only you understood. It was a mark that connected the two of you in ways that no one else could fathomâan intimate secret wrapped in boldness.
As the hallway thinned out, he lingered by his locker, his casual demeanor slipping just a bit as he caught your gaze from across the hall. He lifted a hand, brushing back his hair with an effortless charm that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomachâa subtle nod to the secret you shared.
You walked over, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. âIt suits you,â you said, keeping your voice low, the air between you thick with unspoken words.
His eyes softened, gratitude shimmering in their depths. âGood to know,â he murmured, his tone low but filled with warmth. âAfter all, itâs your fault it looks this good.â
A faint blush crept up your cheeks at his words, and before you could respond, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice even more as he added, âAnd donât worry. The secretâs safe.â
In that crowded hallway, with laughter and footsteps echoing around you, it felt like you and Jungwon were enveloped in your own little world. His blonde hair, like a silent vow, was a reminder of what only the two of you understood: a hidden connection, pulsing with promise and anticipation, waiting to be explored.
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WINNING KISS - LN4
summary : lando isnât used to being a human mirror, but when a pretty girls tells him to hunch down and let her fix her lipstick in the reflection of his glasses, heâs more than happy to oblige.
listen up : no warnings!!
word count : 750
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I can practically feel the music through my veins. The lights of the club are flashing and my friends are laughing and swinging shots back.
I won today. Singapore has been fucking amazing honestly. Besides the whole drowning in sweat thing.
âSoâŠâ Max Fewtrell claps a hand on my shoulder, âTaking a girl home tonight, winner?â He teases me as I roll my eyes and sip my drink, âWhat- You too tired?â he fakes a frown. I didnât really want to go out tonight but decided itâs sort of a one in a lifetime thing.
âGo find your girlfriend, idiot.â I eye him.
He throws up his arms and laughs, âGladly!â As he walks away I feel a hand on my shoulder, spinning me around. Iâm surprised who did it had such force for being so small.
A girl stands in front of me, a pencil in hand and for a second I think sheâs going to ask for an autograph, âBend down a bit!â She tugs on my shirt and I do as I'm told because I'm genuinely so confused and the pretty girl means business.
She takes the sunglasses from my head and pushes them over my eyes, looking directly into them and bringing the pencil to her lips.
The âpencilâ, I now realize, itâs a makeup product and deposits a dark color to her lips as she uses me as her mirror.
As sheâs stood in front of me, my eyes canât help but analyze her. This club is stuffy and smoky but sheâs so close I can see everything she has on.
Sheâs got messy brown hair, silver jewelry, a mini skirt, a fur jacket, and a white corset top. Something about her feels magnetic. Sheâs stunning.
My eyes go to her lips which she smacks together before pulling out a proper lipstick, as she runs the makeup over her lips I start to smile a bit. She finishes quickly and doesnât pauses as she starts to place the makeup back in her back.
I slide the glasses down to hang around my neck, I see the recognition appear on her face, âShit.â She says confidently, âYouâre that guy!â
I laugh a bit, standing up straighter and looking down at her, âNice to meet you too.â
âSorry! Everyoneâs been talking about you today!â My tongue runs over my teeth, smiling a bit, âThanks for being my mirror. And- congrats, I guess?â
âThank you. And no problem, Iâd never deprive a pretty girl of her lipstick rights.â This makes her laugh and fuck I want to keep her laughing.
She gets a look in her eye, her arms behind her, and her eyes staring up at me, âWell I appreciate it. Like it?â I look at her lips again and Iâm beginning to think this is a trick just to make me want to kiss her.
âI do. It suits you.â Her lips pull into a wide smile and she steps a bit closer. âYou know- people are talking about me for a reason.â I say, building myself up a bit.
She squints, âRight⊠A win?â I nod, âYouâre celebrating then?â
I nod again, âA bit boring though⊠if only there was a girl to make my night better.â
She scoffs, âSuppose you want a winning kiss then?â I eye her, sipping my drink once more. My eyes flick to her lips but she doesnât stop looking at me.
âI mean- your lipstick would look great on me.â I say smugly as she stops herself from smiling, humming and nodding.
âWould it?â She says into my ear, the club getting louder with the music.
âSuppose weâll have to check and see.â I say in her ear this time and when I pull back, I can tell sheâs trying to figure me out.
She hums again, leaning in close and slipping her hand onto my neck. Her cool rings practically sting my hot skin. She turns my head slightly, I feel her stand taller to softly kiss my cheek.
When she pulls away, Iâm smirking again, âLet me get your number.â I donât even ask it as a question.
She pulls the lipliner out of her bag once more, uncapping it with her teeth and taking my arm. She scrolls the numbers slowly against my arm, holding me close.
When sheâs done and thereâs red numbers up my arm, she closes the product and smiles kindly, saying âCongratulations, winner.â before walking away.
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Half Blood | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, TW! YN does get assaulted, mentions of blood, drinking blood, gore, how many times do I mention claws? Oral fem!receiving, fingering, kissing, breeding kink, virgin sex, creampie, and overstimulation.
Word Count: 4.9k
a/n: guys this started off as a quick break from a Sanemi fic I'm working on (keep in mind I think short fics are no longer than 3k) and here I am... with a way longer fic than I intended and something I actually want to expand on in the future. It was a lot of fun to write this so I hope you enjoy it <3
âYou,â His pink irises are illuminated by the moon high in the night sky. The blood within your body cools as you stare back at the man who stored your fate. His inky black hair flows down his shoulder in waves. A deep blue yukata loosely hung on his frame. âIâve been watching you.â Muzan growls, edging ever closer to where you stood. His pointed canines glinted in the light, his nails sharp and ready to claw at your jugular. The demon king rolls his tongue along the tips of his teeth, studying you carefully. Was he deciding whether or not to feast upon your flesh?
He had never seen such a creature as yourself. Your skin was glowing, soft, and supple. The lavender color yukata covered most of your body, a delicate pattern of white flowers spanning the kosode fabric. Your obi was white with purple vines flowing around it. You wear simple white tabies paired with purple strapped zori. Elegance and grace radiated from you. He could smell the wisteria perfume in your hair.Â
It was strange, you were a confrontation to the world he wanted to live in â yet something he could not tear his eyes away from. Here you were, standing in front of him without fear. He rather thought it would be better fun if you were afraid, he did so enjoy the chase. Though, there was â of course â a reason you relented in running away from him. Your eyes were stormy, eclipsed by thousands of emotions. Thatâs when a different smell, that had not yet hit him, tickled his nose. Blood, and not just any blood. You had the blood of a demon in you. Your stern, furrowed brows, with the revolting smell of wisteria burning his nose. You confused him. âWhat are you?â He purs out, not sure if what would come out of your mouth would be a lie or truth. He could always figure it out for himself one way or another.Â
Your lip ticks, a show of annoyance youâd yet to master. The man in front of you knew, he could smell it, of that you were sure. Yet, he dared ask. What are you? Youâd been told many times what you were. An abomination. A curse. A monster. âAre you not the demon king?â You spit back, growing angry. Would the other half of you reject your existence as well? You had hoped at least the demons would have the scarce bit of comradery running through their systems. Muzanâs brows lift, then knit together. Did he need to answer you? After all, he could easily swipe at your neck to kill you for being so insolent. The eager need to hear what you had to say captivated him though.Â
When the man does not answer you tut, crossing your arms over your chest. âHere I thought the mighty demon king would be able to tell me apart from the rest.â You shake your head, laughing stiffly into the night. In a flash Muzan has you pinned to the trunk of a tree. Splinters etch toward your face from the very force of his hand. His muscular body cages you in and it takes you a moment to realize how your body aches to be near him.Â
âI can smell you,â He mutters, squinting his beautiful eyes like he couldnât quite distinguish what he was looking at. âYou assault my senses, itâs driving me mad. Thereâs something different about you.â Muzan had first observed you walking in your village one evening, the way people sneered and cowered at your presence intrigued him. He found himself looking for you every night, wondering what your story was. These villagers were shunning you. He wished to know why such a pretty thing as yourself would be outcasted in her own village. âYou smell like me, yet you are not. So I ask you again, what are you?â His voice is low, edging on the precipice of anger.Â
You do not yield in holding his gaze. âI am you, yet I am not. Born of the sun and moon. A half-blood.â 20 years ago your mother found herself in the entertainment district, serving the pleasures of others. A man came to visit her on multiple occasions. Eventually, the two ran away together. Sharing in love and secrets. Your mother was a demon and your father a local carpenter. How you were able to be conceived was a mystery, even to them. They lived in peace, until one night. The villagers had finally seen through your fatherâs lies, storming their house. They slaughtered both of them and assuming you were a child taken captive, they whisked you away to a widowed mother. As you grew it was obvious where your origins lay, yet no one in the village dared to lay a hand on you.Â
Muzan lets his gaze drop to where your heart pulsed, bouncing the skin of your jugular. âYou are human and demon?â Something pulled tight in his chest. Could you walk in the sun? Did you regenerate? Were you the answer to his plight? âYou are radiant.â He cannot stop the words from falling past his lips. Your eyes light up with recognition, acceptance, and for a moment your past falls away. He had the ever-growing urge to sweep you away. Your very existence was tantalizing to him in the least. He tilts his head, wrinkling his nose at the obscure way you smelt.Â
Your eyes settle on the way he reacts to you, wondering if heâll take you away someplace. Some place away from these villagers who had slaughtered your parents who just wanted to live in harmony. They did not deserve to die and you did not want to live one more second with their murderers. Muzan wanted to take you, but he couldnât. Not yet. You were so fragile. If he were to touch you he would fear you would break on the spot. âAre you going to take me away from this place?â You whisper, hopeful tones floating to Muzan. He swallows something deep and thick.Â
Muzan backs away from you, eyes tensing. âNo.â He replies softly. He could not take you into his den, the other demons were too stupid to realize how precious you were. You would be dead within seconds. The line between your brows hardens again as his words hit you.Â
âNo? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?â Your voice is rising. You sound like a whining child who hasnât gotten their way. Muzan winces at the obvious pain seeping into your voice. You were nothing like heâd ever seen before. Something beautiful, a miracle in his eyes. Therefore, he did not answer you. He simply faded back into the shadows. With his disappearance, your hopes and dreams faded as well.
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The next time you see Muzan is two years later. His hair is shorter than you last saw it, the curls kissing the nape of his neck. This neat look couldnât contain the loose curls that framed his face. A starched white collar shirt was tucked into an ornate waistcoat. He looked utterly different, yet he was your Muzan. He had the same eyes, the same far-off look, and on top of that, you could practically taste his scent. It was overwhelming, crushing even, but in a way, you enjoyed the rush.Â
It was also a fact that you had escaped your village after one of the men tried to see how strong a half-blood was. He told you he was turned on by how revolting you were and he would take you as his wife in duty only. Until then you had never seriously thought about killing a human. The realization was both terrifying and freeing. So you fled to the entertainment district, living off of what you could at the Kyogoku House. There were so many smells here. Food, humans, sex, and demons.Â
You worked under a beautiful oiran, and you could tell⊠she wasnât human. Part of you wanted to become friends with her, but if she hadnât reached out for the sake of commonality, you didnât think there was a chance of any other relationship than servant.Â
Muzanâs brows furrowed. He had come to visit Daki and yet your scent prosecuted his brain. Ever since he left you in the forest that day he had been thinking of a way to retrieve you. You were too precious to let out of his sight again. This time he would secure you. He could feel his blood boil at the thought of you living in the Ukiyo. Kyogoku House was well protected, but anywhere without him wasnât safe for you. Were you being used by men far beneath you? Muzan had never felt such rage toward the thought of men touching a woman. He often indulged in watching, humans were ever so entertaining â but you werenât human. You were one of his and he swallowed harshly at the fact that you werenât only his.Â
He brushes past some of the lower-ranking courtesans, his eye twitching at their giggles. You watch from afar, the familiarity of his back etching a cold ache into your heart. He would leave again, of that you were sure. You hug the fresh sheets to your chest, making your way to the linen closet down the hall. âAh, YN, Iâve been looking for you.â The Okaasan Omitsu stands before you. She has a cunning sneer behind the kind smile she wears.Â
You bow, storing the sheets away before turning your full attention to her. âYes Okaasan?â You can smell the evil intent behind this woman, it makes your stomach sink.Â
âYou wouldnât mind doing me a favor would you?â She uses the word favor like youâd have a choice. She is the Okaasan after all. Itâs like she thinks youâre some stupid girl that will follow whatever she says. Using the word favor is a manipulation tactic and if you were a naive girl, you would be eating out of the palm of her hand.Â
You tilt your head to the left, plastering a fake smile of your own onto your lips. You knew anything out of your mouth except âyes Okaasanâ would make things harder for yourself. So with all your better judgment pushed aside, you say exactly that.Â
Her eyes gleam. âThank you, my dear. If you will kindly follow me.â She walks back up the hall, toward one of the private Ozashiki rooms. You glance around, nerves settling into your bones. You couldnât be headed into one of these rooms, you werenât even a kamuro. You were just an older shinzĆ.Â
She stops in front of the panel, a cruel smile lifting the corners of her mouth. No, please, not this. âYou are very blessed my dear, one of our chĆ«san is interested in you.â She slides the door aside and sitting against a wall smoking a pipe is a middle-aged man. Cushions are scattered around the floor and a twisted smirk plays with his mouth when he sees you. Okaasan bows then slides the door shut behind you.Â
The room was stifling, the smoke choking out any of the senses you had. It was dizzying. âMmm, youâre a lot older than I thought.â The man sneers, setting his pipe down. The fog of opium seemingly wraps around your throat, making it hard to breathe. âBut youâll do.â He laughs, patting the cushion next to him. âWhy donât you come a little closer?â He offers. Your body tenses. You were in danger, of that you were sure. You were not willing to give your virginity up to such a man but if you denied him the right to your own body, there would be outrage. You swallow, tentatively kneeling on the cushion next to him.Â
He leans over you, sniffing the area around your shoulder. You stiffen. âYou smell so good, better than all those flora bitches.â He growls. âI like your naturalâŠmusk.â Oh Gods did this man â who probably has a wife and children â just compliment how you smell when youâve been working all day? âWhat do you like about me?â What a loaded question.Â
You smile, one that shuts your eyes â if he saw the look in your eyes heâd be sure to know you were lying when you said, âI appreciate your generosity.â You bow your head and the man laughs heartily.Â
His tongue darts out to coat his lips. âI can be more generous if youâd like?â He moves himself closer to you. âI was blessed with wealth, good looks, and a tool to make women scream.â Please let the tool be an ice pick so you can lobotomize yourself. âWhadâya say, darling?â He coos, going in for what appears to be a kiss even though you hadnât been given the time to answer him.Â
You grimace away from his advance, shoving at his chest. The eerie playful tone in the room suddenly seems to vacuum out. The fog is still thick from the burning opium, but you donât miss the way the man before you lunges for you. Heâs panting above you with a charming pointy sneer. âAh ah ah, not so fast. You havenât serviced me, whore.â He digs his nails into your shoulder, pinning you to the wooden floor. âLook at you, begging for my cock with your eyes, ooohh you want it that bad you slut?â He hisses, fumbling with the buckle of his Western-style pants. You squirm wildly under his grasp but itâs like heâs infused with superhuman strength. âIâm gonna fuck you and then, as your reward,â His face is next to yours now, eyes glowing an electric yellow, pupils in slits. âIâm going to kill you.â His hand is on your throat, crushing your windpipe. You choke on what little air you were able to breathe earlier.Â
A demon, this man was a demon. One of your kind. No⊠he wasnât. He was something else. He was driven by the carnal desire to fuck and kill. You were too weak to push him off, your internal forces constantly warring against each other. You had always presented as human, meek, malleable, and obedient. What you would give to have your demon side come forth, bite this fuckerâs head off. You want to scream â but on account of his claws sinking into the back of your neck â if you even moved that would surely be the end of your life.Â
He tears your yukata to shreds, ripping the soft skin of your stomach open as well. Your mouth opens the pressure of a scream pushing against his hand. Blood mixes with the tattered cloth, the cotton dying red.
Muzan pauses, Daki grumbling about some inferior human drama. His eyes search the room, this time Daki taking notice from her self-indulged rant. Where was that smell coming from? He stands, silencing Daki before she can start whining again. The potent smell of blood was swirling to the top floor, but not justâŠany blood. âYN,â He hisses, the annoyance, rage, and blood-boiling sensations he felt earlier returning tenfold. Why were you bleeding? This was fresh cut blood, not from the dues women endured every month. He needed to find you, or he feared the worst. âI need to go.â He barely says to the demon next to him. Her face morphs into one of anger, and before she can hurl anything at him, Muzan slips out of her room. Where were you? He follows the pungent scent, clambering down the stairs and rushing down the hall until heâs in front of a private room. Heâs sweating, for once fear is humming in his ear. He shoves the door to the side, witnessing a demon hunched over your body.Â
Your blood is pooling around you dying the wonderfully blue yukata you wore earlier a sickly brown color. The demon doesnât have time to look up because Muzan is already crushing its head, slashing its throat to shreds of what it once was.Â
The room is covered in blood but the demon is dead. Muzan slides to the floor, cradling you in his lap. âYN, no, no please donât die.â You were his miracle. You were his hope. If anything could save his damned soul it would be you. His arms are trembling as your stomach bleeds out, the skin marred, andâŠGod the smell of your blood was driving him mad. It was something he shouldnât be thinking about as you bleed out under him. You needed to regenerate. He wasnât sure if you could so maybe your demon just needed a little push?
With his free hand, Muzan tears the flesh from his arm, bringing it down to your mouth. His blood trickles onto your lips, sliding into your mouth. After a few silent beats, your eyes shoot open. Muzan has never felt such joy as this very moment. Your arms wrap around his, bringing it into your mouth. Muzan hisses at the way your tongue dances around his wound, lapping up the blood he shed for you. Youâre panting, gasping for more. Your eyes glow as you drag your tongue up the muscle of his forearm. His blood flows through you like your own life force, strengthening your nerves, hardening your muscles. He has made you stronger.Â
It sends a pinch of desire through Muzan. He hadnât felt the heat of wanting to sink his cock into the warmth of a cunt in decades. You were mouthing at his arm, wounds healed on both ends, but now that you were moving the once whole yukata falls off your shoulders. Blood trails from your lips down your chest, between your breasts. Muzan was never one to fend off his desire to want. He took whatever he wanted, without a care. He wanted to take you without a care. Fuck you senseless into the floorboards, claw at you, feed on your blood while you fed on his. It was ecstasy just imagining driving his cock into your pretty tight pussy.Â
âI shouldâve never left you.â He whispers and it sends a rolling wave of want through you. You move to straddle his lap.Â
âThen donât leave me now.â You could both smell it, the heat and arousal in the air. âTake me, my Lord.â He smirks, holding onto your thighs.Â
He hums, enjoying the way youâre bare in front of him. You were a sight to behold. âMmm, such a smart girl.â A portal opens underneath him, the wooden floor sinking into an expanse of rooms, platforms, doors, lights, and endless corridors. The sheer speed whips your hair around your face until â it doesnât. Youâve stopped in the middle of whatever this place was. âWelcome home,â Muzanâs pink eyes darken to a deep crimson as he sits up straighter, pressing himself into you. You moan in delight as his hands work their way up your hips, sitting you down on the stiff part of his lap.Â
You tilt your head, peeking at him. âIâve never liked pants,â you mumble, playing with the hem of his. He chuckles his smirk growing.Â
âAnd why is that?â He inquires, moving his tongue to lick up the blood that has traveled toward your navel. You choke out a moan as he makes his way between your breasts. You can feel his teeth against your skin and itâs a wretched thought. âAheh,â He swipes at the crest of your breast.Â
âH-hard to get off.â Muzan hums against your skin in agreement, but heâs too preoccupied with the way you tremble with untapped pleasure.Â
He wants to tear into your flesh, mark you as his, burn only his name onto your tongue. âSuch an eager kitten,â He licks his lips, capturing the back of your neck in his hands. âYou want me bare that badly?â All you can manage is a small nod as he gingerly moves you so that youâre laying down. Your hips are still lined up with his as he gazes at you. âI can promise you I have a similar urgency.â He grins, pulling the belt from his breeches with a smooth movement. He tosses it to the side, but doesnât make any more movements to pull his pants down. Muzan notices your heated gaze pointed toward his hardened groin.Â
Did you know nothing about the workings between a man and woman? His eyes trail down your body, stopping at the apex of your thighs. He wraps his arms around the bend of your knee, smirking when your eyes widen in surprise. He tugs you upwards, to where your legs are over his shoulders. Being this close to your glistening pink cunt made his groin stiffen even more, if that was possible. The smell of you was intoxicating. He couldnât help himself. âWhat a fucking view.â He growls.Â
Muzan buries his head between your thighs, latching his mouth onto your swelling clit. You gasp in pleasure, breaths turning into ragged moans as he plunges his tongue deeper into you. âO-oh my God, fâck, ngh.â With the way his tongue his twisting and sucking inside of you, breathing seemed impossible. His claws dig into your outer thigh, scratching red trails to your knees. He devours every bit of you he can reach, crazed by the tangy sweetness of your arousal. Your walls were squeezing around his tongue, heat running through your body.Â
Your own hands find your stiff nipples, rolling them around in your fingers. You couldnât get enough, it was the same feeling you received from drinking his blood. Heat rolling around in your veins as his eyes take in your puffy cunt and how your eyes roll to the back of your head. He maneuvers one hand from under your knee to the one place that was being ignored on you â your entrance. It was like the gate to a shrine and he wanted to worship there for eternity. âLook at how fucking wet your cunt is.â His pointed nails shape into shorter rounder ones, he dare not damage this holy place. Then, without warning, he presses two fingers into you. A yelp echoes across the void of the infinity castle. âAhhh, shit,â You huff, tensing from the sensation of your pussy being stretched.Â
Muzan knew you were a virgin, he would be lying if the fact didnât make him grow more feral to have you sit on his cock and take his seed deep within you. He wanted you. He wanted you. He wanted you. That was all he could think about while lapping up your wetness.Â
The slick from your cunt was sucking his fingers in, a growl rumbling around your clit. This makes you scream out as a shockwave shoots through you. Your thighs are shaking and every once and a while â as Muzan still selfishly fingers you through your climax, sucking on your clit â your body will twitch. Heavy and heady moans fall from your lips, breaking into whines as you come down from your high.Â
âYou did such a good job my sweet,â Muzan lowers you gently back to the floor. Your neck is sore from being at an awkward angle for so long, but you would give anything to see the disheveled man before you with your arousal still on his lips. âThatâs it. Prefect. Youâre so perfect.â He mutters, licking his lips and watching you still play with your nipples.Â
Though you feel like youâve just ascended, you crave more. You want Muzan to breed you like his own personal slut. âM-more,â You gasp. âI feel so empty my Lord.â You huff, the edges of your voice bleeding to a whine. Muzanâs eyes widen. He hadnât intended to fuck you just yet. Give you some time to grow accustomed to sexual things so it wasnât rushed, but your eyes are pleading him to continue. Heâs⊠nervous, which isnât like the demon king. Heâs so eager to please you. Make sure youâre comfortable. He wants to give you hell, heaven, and the earth.Â
âYouâre practically begging me.â He chuckles, unsure if you really knew what you were asking. There was no way that once Muzan slid into your heady cunt that he would not ravish you. There was no way to tell time in the infinity castle, so there was no way for him to know when to stop until he was satisfied. You squirm to get closer to him, spreading your legs wide for him. His gaze drops from yours to your center, whatever shred of humanity that was left in him suddenly flying away. âSuch a filthy slut. Youâre already hungry for more? You want me to fill you up? Then beg for it.â His eyes narrow into slits, the magma growing in his belly.Â
Your body cools with a shiver of excitement, as you reach down in between your thighs. You purse your lips and then spread your labia apart. The cool air tickles the sticky wetness but you can tell itâs doing something for him. âPlease, my King, I want you to fuck me so hard I canât think. I want you to take my virgin pussy and make it yours.âÂ
The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk. âAs you wish my Queen.â He frees his cock and you have to take a moment to gulp at the sheer size of it. The head is leaking precum and bruised a red color from the lack of release. The shaft is a pale pink, a thick vein running down the underside. The muscles of his hips also catch your attention. They were unlike the drawings some of the courtesans had shown you. His were muscular, ready to thrust into you for hours.Â
Muzan lines himself up at your entrance, this time with the head of his cock. The idea was thrilling, finally pushing into your pussy and breaking the barrier of your womanhood. He hisses as your slick coats him, making it easy enough to start entering you. Your face contorts with a mixture of pain and pleasure. âShhh, you can take it.â You want to wiggle away from him, the pain of his member stretching you out is enough to break you. âAh ah ah, youâre not going anywhere pretty girl. Remember you asked for this.â Muzan leans over you seizing your mouth with his own. You share a leisurely kiss as he swallows your moans.Â
He feels the head of his cock hit your hymen and with a wince he thrusts past it. He can feel the rush of silky blood around his cock, but he tries his best to divert your attention with heated kisses. You break free, a long drawn out moan gasping out of you. âAhhh, oh my, hngh nngh yes!âÂ
Muzan nuzzles into your neck, the feeling of your walls clenching around him driving him practically insane. âYeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I am at fucking you.â He hisses out, desperate for your compliments and approval.Â
âNnnggh, sâgood, fâckinâ me sâgood.â You slur, drunk on how he guided a new path into you. You pant and writhe under him, eyes fluttering shut.Â
âNot yet my love, I want you to watch.â He starts to move his hips and you wince in burning pleasure. âThatâs it. Youâre doing so good.â He grunts, snapping his hips back into you. The wet slap of skin hitting skin sends shivers down your back.Â
Youâre straining against the build up in your stomach, a pit of coils wanting to spring forth. âMmm, harder.â You huff, reach out to grab the back of his neck. He shakes his head, a playful smirk on his swollen lips.Â
âUse your manners.â He teases, squeezing his eyes shut.Â
âPlease fuck me harder.â You mewl just as he starts to thrust into you with a quickened rhythm. Your breath is sucked away by the pure bliss aching from the friction.Â
Muzan bites down on his lip, brushing a few curls that had come free from behind his ear. âYou like it when I do that?â He quizzes, fucking you harder. You can only manage a nod.
Your voice has grown hoarse from moans breaking into screams and whines. You buck your hips along with his as you arch your back, tumbling over your peak. âFâck, haa haa hnngh,â You squeeze his cock and release his neck, breathless from your second orgasm.Â
âCum all over my cock, fuck,â Muzan growls, the feeling of your slick cum coating his length. He was gliding into you with such ease. He would apologize to you later for this. He pounds into your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you as you cry out. He rams himself into you and stays deep within your pussy. Panting heavily Muzan finally crashes over his own wave of pleasure. Splurting his cum around the walls of your pussy. He doesnât want to pull out â for one fact he wanted all of his cum to stay within you â and for another fact, you were all the salvation he needed. He could find redemption with you. He rolls you both onto your side, hiking your leg over his hip to make sure he can stay inside of you.Â
This was it, you had driven him to the edge and he would make sure to never let anything else touch you. As he gazes upon your soft features drifting off to a satisfied slumber he feels what once was his heart ache. âWe should get married.â He blurts out.
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beanstalk.
aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader
summary: a loser at the local pub thinks spencer is your boyfriend. Aaron drags him. tags: fluff. creepy men being creepy. body shaming (of spencer I'm so sorry). spencer just catching strays in general. word count: ~1.7k a/n: based on an ask. I was gonna just write my thoughts or a short 500 word drabble or something but then ended up writing this until the point I forced myself to just end it lmao. I think it gets a bit convoluted and cringe at the end but ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ it was fun! not proofread. divider cred @/cafekitsune
The pub was going to the rue the day they made half-off appetizers their weekly special.
The team squeezed in two pushed-together tables and binged on the greasy delights. you and Spencer had gotten into sharp back and forth about the apocalypse on the way there, which earned the both of you a quick banishing to a corner of the table where the rest of the team wouldnât be subject to your bickering.
You rest your head against the cool concrete pillar you were sandwiched against. A table pressed against a half-wall facing outdoors was a hard sell to a bunch of field agents. However, Penelopeâs animated declaration for the team to âlive a littleâ âspecifically, to do so before Rossi got any greyerâ landed you a wonderful view of the outdoors. You could watch all the homey, drunken people sway to the music flowing from the patio. The crisp night air flushes the overwhelming smell of burnt grease away from your nose. Maybe you could convince Hotch to grab a window seat for some date nights, you have to admit, the vibes were growing on you. While you enjoy poking the brain of your younger genius friend, you miss the solid warmth of Aaron beside you. Thankfully, he opted to sit in front of you instead.Â
You took the opportunity to tease him. You kick him playfully under the table, stealing his attention away from the conversation he is having with Derek. He turns to squint at you for a moment, only to grab your food to sandwich it between the wall and his thigh in retaliation. His fingers drum a steady rhythm against your ankle, the ticklish tap tap tap making you squirm. You motion to ensnare his ankle with your other leg when Spencer turns to point his flimsy white plastic fork at you.Â
âIf emergency services were still in full effect during the zombie apocalypse, there would be a drastic increase in the number of people infected and a significant loss inââ
âA significant loss in medical supplies. Spoken like a true prepper Reid. What's next, gonna tell me about the importance of learning how to pickle your own food for rationing?â
âActually, during the Great Depression housewives pickles things that lasted their families almostââ
His impending rant is cut short by the return of your server. Anticipating the bill, Rossi reached for his wallet before the woman shakes her head at him. Instead, sliding a drink and a folded up napkin on the table and nodding her head at you.Â
âFor the lovely young miss by the window.â She flashes a smile at you, âOne of our lovely patons seems to fancy you.â
All eyes snap to you, all the color draining from your face as you stare down at the offending item. The drink was almost glowing at you, bright pink glitter swirling in the liquid with pink gummy hearts floating at the top and crystal sugar bedazzling the rim. There was no way this was actually something for the human body to consume. Even Penelopeâs brows raised in shock at its extreme display.Â
You glance at Hotch, his leg picking up a steady bounce next to yours after the waitresses revelation. His face is hardened, jaw rocking back and forth as he glares at the folded paper next to the drink. You clear your throat and face the woman again.
âCan you tell me who sent this?â
She juts her sharp chin over your head towards one of the outdoor tables. Hotchâs neck cranes around before your own, and you lock eyes with an older man sitting a few tables down. His face was unpleasantly square, the outdated sandy mullet crowning his head doing him no favors either. He raises his beer bottle towards you with a wink. You shiver, scooting closer to Spencer when the admirer hauls himself out of his stool to stride towards you. Aaron has turned almost fully towards outside now, his brow raised.
âOhh this is gonna be good,â JJ whispers from the other side of Reid. The comment earns her a sharp glare from Hotch, a blush burning in her cheeks as she goes back to nursing her cheeto-crusted mozzarella sticks.
âI just donât understand,â Spencer starts, âThere are seven other people at this table including men at this table why would he be bold enough to-â
A sharp knock sounder off the ledge of the short wall.Â
âWell, hello darlinâ. I donât mean to interrupt the dinner with your friends here, Hello friends, mâ names Miles!â He flashed his eyes around the table with a toothy, mustached smile.Â
âBut i couldnât help but see your pretty little face in this window âere and I had to buy yaâ a drink!âÂ
âAh⊠Thank you but um-â
âDonât even sweat it beautiful!â Small specs of saliva fly from his mouth, causing even Spencer to jump back pulling on the hem of your shirt. As if to use you as a human shield from the germs the man was spewing in his general direction. Hooray. Your hero.Â
âI even wrote my number on that there lilâ napkin for yaâ. My momma raised a gentleman, so I gotta buy you more than a lil liquor before I take you down.â His beady eyes shoot down to your cleavage before snapping back to your face, licking his lip.Â
The fingers on your ankles pause at this. Aaron stares down the side of the mans face, lips pressd into a fine line spread across his face. You decide to jump in before your boyfriend takes it upon himself to tear the mystery man a new one.
âListen, I appreciate the sentiment but, Iâm here to have dinner with my friends and my boyfriend so⊠I could pay you back for the drink? No harm done-â
âBoyfriend!?â He steps back, eyes scanning the table once more before landing on Spencer and snorting.Â
âThis lilâ stringbean? You canât possibly be seriousâ He smiles at Spencer before he continues âJack and the beanstalk here could barely muscle steel so yaâll stuck him with plastic,â He waves a crooked finger aimlessly around the table, âAnd you expect me to believe heâs wrangling a fine figure like yourself down every night?â
That seems to hit a sore spot for Reid, who finally peeps his head from around you. He takes the moment to ramble about the millions of germs and pathogens that could be found on community utensils even after a full wash cycle. Much to the dismay of the creep and team alike, so much so that Derek had to nudge him with his foot. With the conclusion of Spencerâs monologue the man continues
âAnyways, darlinâ for one night let me take you for a spin. Lil' boy like that won't do ya' any good. I promise you only a bigger, older man knows how to really take care of someone crafted as fine as you.â His eyes lower to your chest again and stay there.Â
âI assure you she already knows that,â Aaron spits.Â
Your eyes snap to his face. He seemd deceptively calm now, his expression almost bored.Â
âPardon?â Miles asks, half-heartedly turning his body towards him.Â
âIâll put it like this for you Miles. Stringbean over here isnât her boyfriend,â Spencer begins to squeak out in opposition to his new pet name, but Hotchâs voice bellows out above his own, âI know youâre pathetic, that was apparent from the moment you walked up here puffing your chest after buying the cheapest drink on the menu as a gift. But Iâm almost surprised you made your impotence so obvious too, considering you made eye contact with everyone you view as non threatening, the women, the man in his late years, the kid.â
Aaron lazily cocks his head towards Morgan, âBut not me and my friend here in the corner. But Iâm sure you thought you got away with that. Now, Iâd suggest you move. The cologne you sprayed to mask the smell of Motel 8 is starting to wear off.â
Your ears warm at his words. Every sharp word honeyed by his calm, almost sweet tone. He spoke as if he was reading the well thought out profile of an elusive crimminal instead of just some ass in a sit down. God you wanted to kiss him. Heâd have to let team politics go just this once right? Just a thank you peck.Â
Before you can move to move ask him for one, Miles sputters out, âTalkinâ to me like Iâm some dumbassâ Who the hell dâya think you are man!?â
Each syllable causes a spray of spit to launch out his mouth, forcing you to scoot even closer to spencer to evade the line of fire. His face shines with sweat and grease, red rising from his shirt collar as he barks at Hotchâs words.Â
âIâm her man. Her bigger, older man. But Iâm sure you already knew that, since you still refuse to look at me.â Aaron reaches down into his pockets, flipping out his credentials with deft fingers, âAnd Iâm also an agent. As is everyone at the table including the woman youâve spent the past several minutes sexually harassing.â He scowls, âNow, go sit down and shut the hell up.â
Miles' eyes finally rip away from you to meet his now. The angered flush erupts across his whole body now. He opens his mouth several times before closing it again, iced out by the cold stare Hotch gives him. He turns on his heel and marches back to his table without a fight. He sniffs his collar before jumping back in clear disgust.
A beat passes and the whole table erupts into laughter at the absurd happenings. Aaronâs face softens, still frowning in the general direction of the slimy man. Jolting when Derek claps him on the back and shakes him in praise.Â
âAlright Hotch! Racing to defend your girl, I didnât know you had it like that!â
âWell, Iâm not surprised,â You stretch across the table to grasp his hand, kissing his knuckles before he could protest. He envelopes your hand in both of his and gives you a warm smile, âmy man is my hero in and out of the field.â He breathes out a laugh, knocking his knee against yours for your teasing.Â
âNext time, you and String Bean get into it, weâre doing a different seating arrangement.â
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THE GRUDGE (or: the 7 things luke castellan hated about you)
read part two GET HIM BACK! (or: the 7 reasons you want revenge on luke castellan)
pairing: luke castellan x child of nemesis!reader (gender not specified)
word count: 8.5k
summary: luke hated your guts. he really did. he just hoped that no one could tell how, even after all this, you're still everything to him.
warnings/disclaimer: luke's POV. spoilers for the lightning thief and season 1 of pjo. some heated make-out sessions but no actual smut - MDNI / 18+. mentions of blood + death + alcohol. luke is 19 during tlt but i wrote this with him + reader being 21 by the end of this (this is important for the next part lol). anyways, luke + reader share clothes and lots of intense emotions they maybe possibly don't process in the best way. lots of ANGST - it's a greek tragedy fr!
author's note: welcome to my new hyperfixation! this fic is LONG but i hope she's worth it âĄ
âȘ: the grudge by olivia rodrigo
(i. you have a sharp tongue)
fourteen year old luke was overwhelmed when he first stepped into the hermes cabin. it was loud and overcrowded and no one really seemed to care that they had a new cabinmate. the head counselor showed luke to an empty bed at the back, told him to get settled in, and left without another word. luke dropped his backpack before collapsing on the mattress. it was so thin that he could feel the springs dig into his back.
"you'll get used to it."
luke sat up to see you climbing through the window.Â
you had a band-aid stuck on your chin, chipped nail polish the color of blackberries, and leather combat boots that looked way too heavy to be wearing in the heat of summer.Â
âthe shitty mattress?â
âi meant the whole chaos of cabin 11, and the way things work around here in general. if you can get used to the shitty mattress, all power to you.âÂ
your tone was friendly enough, playful even. you smiled at him so comfortably it made luke nauseous.Â
âgood to know.â he tried to smile back at you, but his heart wasnât in it. âiâm luke, by the way.â
âyeah, i know. iâm ââ
ây/n!â
you seemed entirely unfazed as the blond who called your name stormed over to you. you rolled your eyes, something only luke could notice, before turning to her.
âsomeone stole my candy.â
âiâm very sorry to hear that, maddy. gotta be careful around here.â your voice dripped like poisoned honey, deceptively innocent and sweet.
maddy was not having it. she huffed at you. âit was you, wasnât it?â
âthat depends. did you cheat at poker last night? again?âÂ
some of the chatter throughout the cabin paused, heads turning to listen in.Â
âwhat? n-no!âÂ
âthen you have your answer, maddy.â you exaggerated a sigh, as though you had already won the fight and were annoyed that she came back for more. ânow, if youâll excuse me, i have a new camper to show around.â
chiron had already given them a tour, but luke didnât protest when you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the window with you. your hand was warm in his as you dragged him along to the corner of the cabin where a poorly made ladder waited for you.Â
âcome on.â you started climbing, and only stopped to look down when you realized luke wasnât following you. âbest view of camp. trust me.â
a shiver passed through luke. trust didnât come easy to him. he also didnât particularly want to return to a stuffy cabin where all he would do was count reasons he did not want to be there.
 so, luke followed you. he sat down next to you on the roof and looked out at the sun shining on his new home, but he couldn't help but be slightly bitter. the gods had gotten all of you into this life of endless danger and battles and monsters, and this was all they had to offer in return: a summer camp.Â
it just didn't seem fair.Â
there was something else he noticed then. what was it that chiron had said? camp half-blood was supposed to be a safe haven for all demigods.Â
âi donât get it. there are only twelve cabins, but arenât there, like, a million other gods?â
you straightened your posture then, and turned to luke with a newfound interest.Â
âcamp half-blood only has cabins representing the twelve olympians. apparently, theyâre the only ones important enough to have children worth recognizing, and they canât even do that half the time,â you explained, impertinence laced throughout your words. it seemed like something you could never quite get off your chest.Â
every demigod knew that the gods didnât appreciate sarcasm. they didnât particularly like being called out on their bullshit, either.
you didnât seem to care; you even rolled your eyes up at the sky, as if challenging zeus himself.Â
âanyways, thatâs why the hermes cabin is so crowded. it takes in campers who are unclaimed or whose parent doesnât have a cabin at camp. like me.â
âso, whoâs your godly parent?â
you fiddled with the leather cord on your neck. it held a few clay beads like the other campers, but there was one silver charm he noticed only you wore â scales, by the looks of it. you clutched onto it.
luke realized that, despite your own advice, maybe you resented having to get used to the way things worked around here, and having to hide your resentment. maybe that was worse than having to sleep on an uncomfortable bed for the rest of your life.
"nemesis. goddess of revenge."
"that's....hardcore."
you scoffed and moved on to twisting the silver ring on your index finger. "a lot of people take it that way, and i think it scares them a bit.â
âso thatâs why youâre extra nice to new campers, huh?âÂ
âno, i was just in a good mood today.â you smirked.
âguess i was just lucky, then.â
luke couldnât help but smile at your laugh â sharp, biting. you nudged your boot against his sneaker, which shifted you closer to him, shoulders practically touching.Â
âwhat people donât understand is that it's more about balance, you know? you do good things, and good things happen to you. at least, they should. you do bad things andâŠ.â you pulled out an outrageously big bag of candy, dropped it between you and luke, and winked at him. âyou face the consequences.âÂ
âthat makes sense.â luke leaned over to grab a handful of gummy bears. âlike karma.â
âyeah. exactly.âÂ
you bit the head off a red bear, both of you chewing in silence before you added:
âby the way, iâm sorry about your friend.â you swallowed and caught lukeâs gaze.Â
chiron warned him that word would travel fast around camp about what happened to thalia, and luke had prepared himself for anything â anything but your reaction. there was no pity in your eyes; instead, there was a hint of rage, as though thalia had been your friend, too.Â
âshe deserved more.âÂ
lukeâs eyes caught the glint of a knife strapped to your belt. he took another handful of the candy you stole, and he thought about the fire and fearlessness behind your words, and, despite everything, it felt right to be with you then and there.Â
âyeah,â he finally whispered back. âshe did.â
we all do.Â
neither of you said those words, but the suggestion was there, and it felt like a promise.Â
(ii. you hold on to every stupid, little detail)
âslow down, tiger.âÂ
your voice echoed throughout the arena, and if luke had been fighting a real opponent, it might have gotten him killed. instead, he just stopped mid-swing, sparing another straw dummy from losing its arm.Â
âleft hand,â you noted as you walked past him towards a bench. âyou, my friend, are in need of a break.â
luke loosened the grip on his sword. the only time luke fought with his non-dominant hand was when he had overworked the other. he must have switched an hour ago, but judging by how heavy his arm felt, it could have very well been two. Â
his curls were stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt soaked through. he could feel a dull pain behind his eyes, and luke was worried that if he stopped to catch his breath, he would pass out. or, even worse, have to face the reality of the shitty news heâd gotten early that day.Â
âcome sit with me,â you urged. âyouâre exhausted, tiger.âÂ
luke bristled at your nickname for him.Â
sure, luke loved that there was something only you called him, a secret kept between you in plain sight, but it was also a reminder that it was harder to hide behind the hero act when you were around.
everyone else at camp figured the nickname was a playful attempt at calling him strong and charismatic. the truth was that luke once told you that his favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes and that he would dream of playing sports as well as tony the tiger. for better or for worse, like most things, you wouldnât let it go.Â
case in point: if it was anybody other than you trying to get him to take a break, luke could have just brushed them off with a charming smile and continued swordfighting until his arms fell off, but in the two years since meeting you, luke had never met anyone as stubborn and convincing. like him, it seemed you were willing to fight and shed blood to get your way. luke was never really in the mood to make you bleed, even when feeling like he could burn the entire world down, so he usually gave in to your demands. Â
as soon as he sat down next to you, you handed him an orange flavored energy drink â his favorite. anything other than water was hard to come by at camp without the enchanted goblets in the dining pavilion, or the right connection in the hermes cabin. he ran out of his stash the other day, but you must have noticed and gotten one of the stoll brothers to smuggle more in.Â
âthanks,â luke said, ignoring the jolt of electricity that passed through him when your fingers brushed together briefly.Â
 the two of you looked out at the sword arena, and all the straw dummies that luke had destroyed. you wait for him to take three big gulps of his drink before speaking again.Â
âi guess chiron and your dad decided you werenât ready for a quest.â
luke exhaled sharply. âhow did you ââ
âthe only time youâd skip out on capture the flag is if something really shitty happened.â you looked down at lukeâs clenched fists, and that seemed to be all the confirmation you needed. âyou promised annabeth you'd be there, and it's not like you to let her down."
fuck. he had completely forgotten that tonight was annabeth's first time as team captain. this entire week, she had been prepping a winning strategy. it wasnât like annabeth needed him to win, but luke was her big brother, and he should have been there. you were right â he had let her down.Â
the realization made lukeâs day go from bad to worse.Â
"i told her you were helping a new camper with an emergency. she didn't believe it, but she adjusted her strategy and we still won.â
âwell, thank the gods everything worked in the end,â luke grumbled.Â
âdonât thank the gods,â you quipped. âthank annabeth chase for her brilliant mind, and me for covering for your sorry ass.â
when luke didnât indulge in your usual playful banter, you moved closer to him and brushed some curls away from his eyes. your skin warmed his forehead, and the small gesture made him feel better than he had all day.
âlook, iâm not going to give you some bullshit inspirational speech about how the gods donât get to define what a hero is, or how you donât need a quest to prove that youâre worthy of being one. weâve each been through that before, and i have a feeling this wonât be our last time, either.â
âthen why are you here?â the question came out harsher than luke had intended it to.
âbecause sheâs trying her best to hide it, but annabeth is really hurt that you didnât show up for the game. i figured the least you could do is suck it up, come to the campfire, and make her those signature luke castellan sâmores. you could probably use one, too, since you havenât eaten anything since breakfast.âÂ
you were right, again. luke was exhausted, he was furious, but most of all, he was starving. Â
later that night, luke sat next to annabeth and vowed to make her as many sâmores as she wanted. youâd gone to sit with the hephaestus kids, trying to convince beckendorf and nyssa to join your cabinâs post-campfire party at the beach, even though they had to work in the forges early the next morning.Â
when chiron made his weekly speech, congratulating the winners of capture the flag and thanking the gods for keeping everyone safe, you and luke caught each otherâs gaze from across the fire. you rolled your eyes and luke bit back a smile as you turned back to beckendorf. he noticed your knees were practically touching. did you sit that close to everyone?Â
luke was looking at you for so long that the marshmallow he was roasting fell into the fire, despite annabethâs warnings. she handed him another one.Â
"you should tell her how you feel," annabeth said. "stop being a coward."Â
whether it was the smell of burnt sugar, the heat of the fire, or annabethâs comment, luke started to feel dizzy. he did his best to shake it off, asking annabeth for a play-by-play of her strategy earlier that night, but he couldnât quite get rid of the thought of you.Â
(iii. you don't care if your clothes are stained with blood)
âi justâŠ.i canât fucking believe you, luke.â
âi donât get why youâre so upset â youâve never cared about quests before.â
luke was hoping to break the news to you after capture the flag. unfortunately for him, word travels fast around camp.Â
annabeth had the two of you scouting the east side for the flag, while she and some other athena kids took the west. you hadnât found anything so far, which meant that youâd spent the better part of an hour bickering over lukeâs choice of companions for his quest. a choice that included charles beckendorf and chris rodriguez, and purposefully did not include you, much to your fury. Â
before you could continue arguing, luke heard the sound of footsteps approaching. he looked over to you, and you already had your shield and sword at the ready.Â
a few red defenders emerged from the trees. one charged at luke, but you stepped in so he could deal with the other two. one of his opponents went down fairly easily, but the other put up much more of a fight. metal clashed behind him as you kept fighting as well. you might not have been as skilled a swordfighter as luke, but he knew that you could hold your own, at least until he was finished with the person in front of him.Â
luke parried his opponentâs strike, causing them to take a step closer. he was preparing to disarm them, just as he heard you yelp and stumble to the ground. it only took a millisecond of his attention, but it gave his opponent the opportunity to elbow him in the face. luke felt a crack upon impact, and pain radiated from his nose; he powered through.Â
he had to finish this fight, and he had to do it fast. you needed him.Â
his ears were ringing as he finally knocked over his opponent, kicking away their sword and keeping his foot on their chest. luke turned around to see you having turned the tides, the blade of your sword dangerously close to your opponentâs neck.
you locked eyes with luke, and you both understood â it was time to go. the two of you ran through the forest, as far away as you could before having to stop and catch your breath.
luke removed his helmet to get some air, and dropped his weapons. you did the same. you looked at him, brows furrowed.
âyour nose.â
luke licked his lips, tasting blood. the triumph of winning that last fight overshadowed the ache of his potentially broken nose. in fact, he liked the image of a ruthless warrior emerging from the glory and gore of battle, that even though he did not bleed ichor like a god, he still had power.Â
you, on the other hand, didnât look impressed. instead, you stepped forward and offered the sleeve of your shirt to wipe away the blood.Â
âyou donât have to ââ
âi know you think youâre a badass walking around all broken and bloody, but you shouldnât deny your admirers your pretty face,â you teased.Â
it was no secret that luke had numerous admirers around camp, a fact you loved to tease him about. he was sure that you relished in how flustered that made him. all you had to call him was pretty boy, and luke could be reduced to a blushing mess.Â
it was pathetic how much power you had over him.
âbesides, i wouldnât have gotten out of that last fight if you hadnât taught me that disarming technique earlier. i owe you. itâs what we do. we take care of each other, right?â
he couldnât argue with that.
a few moments of silence passed as you cleaned his face. something shifted as you worked, the flirtatious grin fading away. when you pulled away, your sleeve was stained a dark crimson.Â
âjust tell me honestly,â you finally murmured. âwhy don't you want me to join your quest?âÂ
luke was genuinely taken aback by the softness of your voice, now devoid of its usual fire. you wouldnât meet lukeâs eyes, but being that close to you, he noticed they were slightly glazed over.
he had expected you to be angry at his decision. he expected you to yell and argue and try to change his mind. luke hadnât expected you to be so hurt. so broken.Â
he hadnât planned on it, but luke decided to tell you the truth then.
âlook, karma, if you come with me, my heart wouldnât fully be in the quest. iâd be so caught up inâŠ.well, you.â
a pause.
âis that a bad thing?â
ânot usually, no.âÂ
you smirked a little at that, and lukeâs heart skipped a beat. it also made his decision even clearer.Â
âbut i need to be focused for this. i needâŠ.â he let out a deep sigh. âi need to prove myself. this is my first real chance, and i canât fuck it up.â
you met his gaze and smiled brightly at him, your signature spark of confidence returning. Â
âyou wonât.â
you reached a hand up to play with his necklace. luke hadnât noticed how close youâd gotten until your fingers started tracing over those four clay beads. it made his entire body burst into flames.
âiâve been wanting to do something for a while. and, aphrodite save me, it might be really stupid, but ââ
luke took a lucky guess as to where you were going, and crashed his lips against yours. aphrodite knows that he'd been wanting to do that for a while, too.Â
he often got drunk on the adrenaline of battle, the glory of winning, but nothing was quite like the rush of kissing you for the first time.Â
it was messy and urgent, both of you aware that, at any moment, you could be interrupted. your noses were bumping together, teeth clacking against each other. the metallic tang of blood lingered on lukeâs tongue, but neither of you seemed to care. you even bit his lip slightly, as if you wanted more. armor sat heavy and cold between your chests, preventing you from getting closer. luke had never loathed the protective gear more.Â
he made up for it by lodging one hand underneath your jaw, and snaking the other beneath the celestial bronze, beneath the cotton of your shirt, admiring how your pulse quickened under his thumb when he grazed the soft skin of your stomach. you tangled your hands into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. he groaned and felt you smirk against his lips.Â
luke had kissed a few people before, sure, but never like this: like a knife to the gut, and if you pulled away, luke would surely bleed out and die.Â
it wouldnât be a heroâs death, in the traditional sense, but at least heâd die happy.Â
how many heroes could claim that?
when luke ran out of air, feeling like his lungs were burning, he had to pull away.Â
you glanced down at lukeâs kiss-bitten lips, then back to his eyes. luke flushed under the intensity of your gaze.Â
âjust promise me something, tiger,â you whispered, voice hoarse.Â
âanything.â
âcome back alive.â
luke leaned forward and placed another kiss on your lips, this one much gentler than before.
âi promise.â
(iv. you love like a scar that won't fade)
the nightmares were getting worse.Â
luke woke up in a cold sweat, taking gulps of air in an attempt to steady his breathing.
âluke.âÂ
your whisper did little to quell the pit of dread growing in his stomach, but it did enough to bring him back down to reality.Â
he was at camp half-blood (fuck the gods of olympus), in the hermes cabin (fuck you, dad), in a bed next to yours (fuck, if he could tell you what â who â was going through his head, he would).
âiâmâŠiâm fine,â he murmured back, voice catching slightly on the lie.Â
like clockwork, you shifted from your bed to his, slipping under the covers. it didnât matter that it was a hot summer night, and the minute your legs touched his, he could feel himself starting to overheat.Â
your thumb brushed over the thick edge of his scar, up his cheekbone to the corner of his eye. it had been a year, living with this reminder. a reminder that he had failed, just as much as his father and the olympians had failed him.Â
luke tried to pretend that he didnât come back from his quest as a shell of who he once was. after all, it was meant to be his shining moment as a demigod, meant to gain him all the glory and fatherâs praise he once wished for.Â
what a fucking joke.
every morning, luke would crawl into a different skin. he welcomed new campers and taught sword-fighting. he laughed with chris and his other siblings and strategized with annabeth for capture the flag. he would be the easy-going, charming, skillful senior counselor who respected the gods and honored them in everything he did.Â
again: a fucking joke.
nights were different, though, with you so close to him, you who could always see right through him.
every night, luke was a fourteen-year old boy again, with so much rage and resentment he didn't know what to do with it.Â
of course, you were always you - a bleeding heart underneath layers of armor. you didn't care about fate, or the gods, or the titans. you cared about justice, you cared about what was right and fair.Â
most of all, you cared about luke.
âyou were screaming,â you told him, voice barely cutting through the soft snores and sleeptalkings of your other cabinmates.Â
âsorry,â he managed. looking at you in the dull moonlight, luke noticed the deep shadows under your eyes.Â
âitâs fine. you justâŠ.you scared me, tiger.âÂ
your hand still rested on his cheek, and for a second, luke hoped you would kiss him, but you didnât. instead, you told him to try and get some sleep, and sank further into his bed before closing your eyes.Â
for the hundredth night in a row, luke hoped you couldnât hear his heart hammering in his chest as you fell asleep next to him.
since coming back from his quest, luke didnât have it in him to suggest being anything other than friends, and you didnât push it. there had been a few....moments between you, sure, but nothing more.
luke thought you might have changed your mind, because who would want to be with a bitter, worthless, wannabe hero? then again, that voice haunting his dreamsâŠ. luke could change that.Â
but, at what cost?
(v. you protect people as ruthlessly as a starving dog)
luke could hear you talking to percy jackson outside. though he couldnât quite determine what was being said, as much as he tried.
you entered the bathroom and instantly caught lukeâs eyes in the mirror. you were wearing your faded pyjama shorts with cartoon crows, and a flannel shirt that luke had a sneaking suspicion might have been his. you smiled at him before setting up at the counter, one sink between you.Â
âwhat was that about?â luke asked after spitting out a mouthful of minty toothpaste.
âoh, nothing.â you were searching through your toiletry bag for something, and seemed to come up short. âhey, do you have any extra dental floss?â
luke threw some over to you. as you effortlessly caught it, he noticed your knuckles, bruised and bloodied.
âwhat happened?âÂ
you finished flossing and briefly examined your hands before pulling out your toothbrush.Â
âitâs not a big deal,â you assured. âsome ares kids were picking on percy, and then they started pushing him around, like, really pushing him around, soâŠ.âÂ
â....you decided to send them to the infirmary.â
you squeezed some toothpaste on your brush before continuing. âi donât need you to lecture me about how i shouldnât be fighting with other campers because iâve been here longer and i should be a good role model. you know what a good role model does? not let kids beat up other kids and think the worst punishment theyâll get is no dessert for a week.â
luke watched carefully as you jammed the toothbrush in your mouth and brushed with such force, he was worried your teeth might dislodge. he knew that you would shed blood for someone you loved, and that you didnât particularly care if you had to break rules in doing so, because you believed that what was written was not necessarily what was right.Â
in fact, luke loved that about you.
no, it wasnât the fighting that luke cared about â it was who you were fighting for.Â
percy was a good kid, he really was. luke just didnât want you getting attached.Â
âi wasnât going to lecture you. iâm guessing chiron already did?âÂ
you nodded and spat out what looked like a combination of toothpaste and blood. you rinsed your mouth until the water lost its pinkish hue. once you were done, luke continued his train of thought.
âi just didnât realize you cared so much about him.â
âabout percy?âÂ
luke could tell that he didnât have your full attention. you were packing your stuff back up, accidentally tossing lukeâs dental floss into your bag, but he had more pressing matters to deal with.
âyeah. the kidâs only been at camp for three days, and youâre already acting like his guard dog.â
you finally turned to luke and glared at him.Â
âmaybe. but percyâs sweet and he doesnât seem like the type to put up with bullshit. heâs been through a lot, and annabeth seems to like him, too. as far as iâm concerned, percyâs one of us, and iâm not going to let anyone push him around.â
luke raised an eyebrow at you. âheâs sweet?â
âyeah. like, just now, he gave me some blue raspberry jelly beans as a thank you. said his mom used to work at a candy store. he also wanted me to apologize to you for him. he feels bad about beating you in sword-fighting earlier.âÂ
you scoffed, like you resented luke for having to apologize to him on percyâs behalf. you definitely did not appreciate that guard dog comment. luke clenched his jaw, seething over what you had just said.Â
satisfied with his reaction, you gave luke that nauseating smile of yours, tilted your head towards the exit. a truce, because you never liked to fight with luke for too long, and a order, because you knew luke would always follow.Â
the two of you began walking back to your cabin in the warm mid-june air.Â
âi wouldnât say he beat me,â luke huffed. âit was beginnerâs luck.â
âsure, tiger. it was beginnerâs luck that disarmed the best swordsman weâve had in the last 300 years.â
you nudged lukeâs shoulder with yours, but he recoiled from your touch.Â
âare you trying to make me feel worse?â luke tried his best to avoid snapping at you, keeping his tone measured.
âiâm just saying that maybe the kid has natural talent and that doesnât make you any less talented. thereâs no need to get jealous.â
luke resisted the urge to growl at your suggestion.Â
to be clear, he was not jealous. itâs just that luke had spent years of blood, sweat, and tears getting to where he was then, and percy jackson had just gotten to camp.Â
and, to be even more clear, luke was not jealous of how you were already defending percy with your whole body and your whole heart, the way you did for him.Â
by then, you reached the front of the hermes cabin. luke could already hear the commotion of what he would need to deal with as soon as he walked in. the burden of being head counselor, one he approached with an elastic smile that could snap at any moment.Â
you tugged on lukeâs sleeve before he could open the door.Â
âhey. are we okay?â
luke looked down at your fingers grasping the fabric of a sweatshirt he was just realizing was yours. your nails were painted a dark red, now chipped after a week of wear. you had begged luke to paint his nails then, and once again, he gave in. he even started to like the purple you had chosen just for him, so deep it was almost black. the same color you were wearing the first time you and luke met.
he smiled at the memory â a real smile, no plastic â and then smiled back up at you.
âweâre fine, karma.â and he moved to enter the cabin. luke could hear the threat of an argument bubbling up, what sounded like a petty one over a prank gone wrong.
âwait.â you tugged at his (your) sweatshirt once more. âthereâs something i wanted to talk to you about, about tomorrow nightââ
âannabeth called a meeting during free time.â
âyeah, i know, itâs just ââ
âsheâll run through strategy for capture the flag then.â
âone of the aphrodite senior campers asked me to the campfire,â you blurted it out, and luke decided to ignore the sound of a fight breaking out from behind the wooden door.
what in the name of hades were you talking about?
âthey asked you out? likeâŠlike aâŠ.â luke didnât even want to speak the word, scared it would make it real.
âa date,â you said casually, as if that one word didnât rip lukeâs heart in a million pieces. âi said yes.â an admission that took all those pieces and set them on fire.Â
sure, in the seven years since you and luke met, youâd each talked about boys, about girls, about dating and kissing them and going further. but there was something about this one that felt different. something about the way you told him.
âbut, listen, i wanted to let you know itâs not ââ
âgood for you,â was all luke said through gritted teeth before someone started calling his name again, louder and more urgently, and he had to duck inside. Â
(vi. you taste like burning cherries and righteous anger)
your team had won capture the flag, of course. the biggest news of the evening, though: percy jackson was the son of the sea god.Â
he was a forbidden child, the hero of the great prophecy.Â
everything was falling into place.Â
all luke should be thinking about is kronosâ plan, and his role in it, and how a world without the gods of olympus was that much more in reach. Â
unfortunately, for the time being, he was so consumed by you.Â
you, from across the campfire, sporting cutoff denim shorts and fresh wounds from the game earlier. you, who had wrapped your knuckles in gauze, concealing their bruising, fixed the chips in your nail polish and stacked rings on your fingers. (for the record: luke had gifted you the one on your left thumb.) you, with dark lips that whispered too closely and laughed too loudly with a child of aphroditeâ jordan li.
you hadnât so much as looked at luke since congratulating each other on another win. when chiron announced his weekly gratitude to the gods at the start of that nightâs campfire, you didnât punctuate your resentment with your usual eye-roll or biting remark. you were too busy giggling at something jordan said.
luke wanted to be the one to whisper jokes in your ear. he wanted to be the one you left lipstick stains on later, along his jaw and down his neck. he wanted to be the one who kissed the blade mark on your shoulder and the bruises on your knuckles.Â
and yet, hours passed and it seemed that the thought of luke had never so much as crossed your mind. he found himself at an after hours party with a few senior campers on the beach. a lethal recipe: a poorly crafted bonfire, some contraband drinks and you in jordan liâs lap, playing with their hair and pretending luke castellan did not exist.Â
meanwhile, luke had katie gardnerâs full attention. she was talking to him about the strawberry season, potentially leaning a bit too close into lukeâs personal space, definitely flirting with him.Â
luke could have done a lot worse than the head counselor of the demeter cabin, who always smelled like fresh lavender, whose eyes were the bright green of spring grass and whose lips tasted like golden honey.Â
the problem was that luke only wanted you, and his eyes kept sliding over to where you were kissing jordanâs cheek, and he accidentally called the girl he was kissing by your name, which did not make her happy.Â
katie threw her drink in his face, told him to wake the fuck up, and walked away.
a chorus of gasps and chuckles erupted as luke stood there, diet coke and vodka seeping into his shirt. the commotion seemed to capture your attention, because you suddenly appeared next to luke, an empty bottle of cherry soda in your hand.
ârough night, tiger?â your voice, that nickname, made luke sick, his face twisting into a frown. you donât seem to notice or care. instead, you switched your bottle with lukeâs and took a sip.
âlooks like you were having a pretty good time,â luke practically sneered. âwhereâs your date?âÂ
 âthey went to bed.â you swallowed a mouthful of beer, grimacing at its bitterness. âgods, this is terrible. you and i should go on the drink run next time â we have better taste.â
âso, are you and jordan like a thing now?â
you gave luke a smile he didnât quite understand, but made his stomach churn in ways only you could. âwould that be a problem?â
âof course not.â he answered way too quickly for that to be true.Â
âletâs get out of here,â you suggested. âi think katie is about this close to strangling you with a tree branch.â
luke glanced over your shoulder to where green eyes glared back at him.Â
nowhere could luke find it in him to care. he wasnât even sorry. he just shrugged, took the bottle back from you, took his first sip all night. luke almost gagged (because of course you were right, and the stoll brothers had better fake ids than they had taste) but he suppressed it.Â
âno. iâm good.â
biggest lie he ever said. like there wasnât anger caught in his throat and jealousy swelling between his ribs.
âgo find jordan,â he taunted. âkiss them, show them a good time! isnât that the reason why you got all pretty?â
you narrowed your eyes at him carefully. your nostrils were slightly flared, and luke took a bit of pride in being able to rile you up.
âlook, we havenât really talked lately, and i think we should.â
âgo find jordan,â he mocked once more. âalmost all the aphrodite kids are here, and iâm sure you can be quiet enough to sneak into their cabin and if you want a quick fuââ
âluke.â you clipped his name, obviously getting to the limit of your patience with him. âif you want to stay here all night and be an asshole, youâre welcome to. you should know, though, that your happy-go-lucky hero mask is starting to crack and i donât know if you could deal with the fallout from it shattering completely.â
you leaned in close and whispered that last part, very aware of the chattering that stopped and the eyes that watched the pair of you anxiously. luke was usually good at hiding that part of himself who wanted to burn the world down.Â
in ways you didnât realize, you were right: he couldnât risk revealing it, not now.
not yet.Â
âdo whatever you want, castellan,â you spat out his last name, the combination of letters foreign in your mouth.âiâm leaving.â
luke should be proud of himself. he waited a whole two seconds before following you like a stray dog.Â
luke didnât know if heâd ever felt you that enraged by him, and it horrified him. it also made him hungry for more.Â
âiâm not sure that jordan would want the two of us alone together at night,â he shouted after you, words echoing into the starless sky.
âgods, enough about jordan!â luke practically ran into you with how fast you turned around to confront him. âi was helping them with that stupid aphrodite tradition!â
âyouâŠ.â luke faltered, all the snark leaving his body. âwhat?â
luke remembered silena beauregard once explaining the rite of passage to him: to prove themselves, a child of aphrodite had to make someone fall in love with them, and then break their heart.
âwhyâŠwhy would you agree to do that?â
you had reached the dining area by then, and you sat on one of the steps leading to the pavilion. luke stayed a few feet away, looking at you cautiously.Â
âjordan and i are already friends, and they figured a fake relationship would be the way to avoid anyone from actually getting hurt in the process.â
âyou seemed soâŠso into it, though,â luke stammered, the memory of you in jordanâs lap, laughter bubbling from your lips, still fresh.
âitâs called acting, dumbass.â the camp didnât rely on electricity, but there were enough torches around that luke could see you roll your eyes. âanyways, i was trying to give you a heads-up last night, but you wouldnât listen.â you took a deep breath. âand, honestly, i didnât push it becauseâŠ.i figured i should test a hypothesis.â
a hypothesis? youâd known annabeth for too long.
âwhat hypothesis?â
you hesitated.Â
âit doesnât matter. fuck, this was stupid,â you muttered, and without another word, stormed through the dining pavilion, a short cut to the hermes cabin. your footsteps fell heavy against the marble, and lukeâs not far behind.Â
âwhat hypothesis?â he asked again.
nothing but rushed footsteps.
âwhat hypothesis?â luke finally yelled.
third time was the charm, because you stopped in your tracks and faced luke once again. a fire burned in the bronze brazier, where campers were forced to offer up portions of your food to the gods at every meal. its roaring seemed to captivate you, and the flames danced across your face, illuminating all your curves and edges.
âiâm angry at the gods,â you stated.Â
this caught luke off guard. from the day the two of you met, luke knew you shared that feeling. youâd gotten quieter with your rage as youâd gotten older. luke supposed he got better at hiding it himself, as well.Â
âiâm angry at the gods for letting bad shit happen even if they can stop it, and for building this world in the fucked up way they did. iâm angry at your dad for the way heâs treated you, but â you, luke castellan.â you finally met lukeâs eyes with a gaze so sharp, luke almost felt himself bleed. âiâm also angry at you, and not just for your bullshit tonight.âÂ
your admission felt like a punch to the stomach, and luke was left with no air to breathe.
did you know?
âyou havenât been the same since your quest,â you continued, words slow and deliberate, the way you spoke when you were worried your voice would shake. âand iâve come to terms with that in the past few years, but youâŠ.youâve never tried to ice me out before. youâve been acting distant since december, and itâs been driving me insane. do you realize how much i miss my best âŠ..â you swallowed the word friend. âhow much i miss you?â
luke hesitated, because what could he say? i know iâve been distant, but iâve been busy trying to start a war between the gods. sorry babe!Â
would you hate him, if you knew?Â
you had to have known that, despite the distance, luke missed you. for tartarus sake, in the last two days, heâd driven himself mad at you calling a fourteen year old boy sweet, and he was about to combust at the image of you dating someone else, with little care as to the collateral damage.Â
"you can't just avoid me, makeout with katie fucking gardner, and thenâŠ.â you trailed off, hiding your face in your hands. whether it was to hide embarrassment or tears, luke wasnât sure.
a smirk spread across lukeâs face at the revelation that he hadnât been the only one jealous at the bonfire that night. it lit luke up with the confidence he needed to not completely fall to his knees in front of you, beg for your forgiveness for everything heâs done.
âwhy do you care if i make out with katie fucking gardner?âÂ
as he waited for a response, luke walked towards you until your back hit one of the marble columns.Â
âwhy do you care if iâm with jordan fucking li?â you clenched your jaw and looked right through luke. a clear indication that you wanted him to break down first; it wouldnât be you who yielded this fight.
âbecause i want to be the one youâre with.â at that point, luke was so close to you that he swore he could hear your heartbeat. he reached out and played with the hem of your shorts. âwhy do you care if i make out with katie gardner?â
âbecause.â you drew in a sharp breath when lukeâs fingers brushed underneath the denim, across the warm skin of your thigh. you closed your eyes. âdonât make me say it, tiger.âÂ
the desperation in your voice made luke want to do unholy things with you, to you. luke knew you didnât think of him as a saint, and you never expected him to be one. the reality was that you werenât much better, either. what was essentially an altar to the gods burned bright next to you, but it seemed neither of you had ever cared less about it than in that moment.Â
luke would watch olympus fall. he would dethrone the gods and watch their glass castle shatter and find glory in a new world. in the grand scheme of things, he was willing to lose this battle.
in fact, he would have rather betrayed the titan lord himself than waste another second not kissing your lips.Â
so, he kissed you, and you kissed him back with such force, such hunger, it was ungodly.
no, you certainly werenât a saint â but you were divine, in the most brutal, intoxicating way. in the way you shuddered when luke lodged a leg between your thighs; in the way you threaded your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans to bring him closer; in the way the metal of your rings burned through the skin of his hip, right to the bone, which made him shudder, and you smile triumphantly against his jaw.
the more he tasted your smirk flavored by cherry soda and the ashes of nearby flames, the more he felt your feral teeth against his neck and your wicked nails digging into his shoulders, the more you tugged on his curls, the more luke thought: maybe.Â
maybe you would give into your seething resentment, live up to those eye-rolls and snarky comments that got you in trouble with chiron, on the edge of hot water with the gods. maybe you would join the titan army. maybe, just maybe, this time, you would follow luke.
and yet â maybe wasnât enough if it meant he could lose this. luke wouldnât risk it, not until he kissed every battle scar and bruise on your body, and you did the same to his.Â
âwait.â
it was the last thing luke wanted to do, but he complied. he took the opportunity to appreciate the chaos he created: your shirt in disarray, your lipstick a mess, your chest heaving and desperate to catch a breath.Â
âi promised jordan that weâd keep up our charade for a week, two at the most. do you think we could keep thisâŠâ you tightened your fist around the fabric of his shirt. âa secret until then?â
luke responded by pressing his lips to yours once more, because there were definitely worse secrets to keep.
(vii. you wouldnât hesitate to make him bleed)
luke had just left percy jackson to die.
he should be leaving camp, now, but he needed to see you one last time.Â
the universe works in mysterious ways, because you were out on a run through the forest, and you crossed paths before he even had time to wonder where you were.
âhey, tiger.â you smiled as if this was a regular afternoon. the two of you would teach your afternoon activities, sneak away during dinner so luke could kiss you in that spot that made you gasp. âwanna join me? i was just wrapping up, but i could be convinced to go longer.â
for a second, he was tempted to. very tempted.Â
âi donât have much time.â
you seemed to notice lukeâs sullen mood and you dropped your playful demeanor.Â
luke explained: the messages from kronos in his dreams, him stealing the lightning bolt and helm of darkness to start a war between the gods and framing percy. the plan to destroy olympus that luke had pledged his life to.
percy was surprised at what luke had done, and luke could imagine that the rest of camp would be, too. luke was the golden boy of camp half-blood, everyoneâs big brother.Â
you, on the other hand, didnât express any sense of shock.Â
âluke.â you said his name like you werenât quite sure it was poison. âiâm going to give you five seconds to tell me that youâre joking.â
five seconds of silence passed. you took a few steps back from luke.
âiâŠ.i should have told you sooner.â
âyeah,â you scoffed. âyou should have. but, you didnât. did it feel good, having the titan king whispering sweet nothings in your ear? all the lies about how this war is the only way to get the glory you so desperately want? itâs fucking delusional.âÂ
âitâs not delusionalââ
âyes, it is!â you glared at him. âyouâre on the wrong side of a war you made the mistake of starting.â
luke straightened his posture, thinking about how hypocritical you were being.Â
âisnât this what youâre all about? revenge, karma. your mom will probably join us, too. donât you want to see the gods finally get what they deserve?â
ânot like this. i canât believe how desperate you are, to believe that kronos is going to make everything right. itâs pathetic,â you spat. âiâm not saying the gods donât deserve to be taken down a notch. their fucking obsession with power and gloryâŠ.itâs sick and twisted, but i donât think your titan king is any better. i donât think you are any better.âÂ
âitâs time that the gods fall. this is the only way, even if it isnât perfect,â luke countered. his voice was firmer now as he absorbed your anger. your mother was the goddess of revenge, but you clearly didn't understand the sacrifices, pain, and blood that was required to make the world a better place. Â
luke just needed to convince you.
âweâve talked about this for years,â he continued. ânothing is balanced! thereâs no justice here, for anyone. we can build a better world where we donât have to burn our scraps and throw ourselves at monsters to get attention. we can fight together like we always have. y/n, i loveââ
âdonât,â you snapped. âdonât you fucking dare. you should have died on your quest.â your voice laced with venom. one hand gripping the knife you always kept on your belt. âthat dragon should have fucking sliced through you and saved us all the trouble.â
something pricked in the back of his throat, down to his stomach.
âyou donât mean that.â
âi do,â you promised. âat least you would have died with all of us thinking youâre a hero instead of the traitor you really are.â
you grabbed your knife, took a fighting stance.Â
âiâm not going to fight you,â was all luke could say. he noticed your hand tremble, and you tightened the grip on your knife to prevent emotion from slipping through your invisible armor.Â
in that moment, you have could slice through luke, and it would hurt less than everything you just said, less than the murderous look you were giving him, like he was just another monster you wouldnât think twice about sending to tartarus.
luke didnât even have a chance to unsheathe his sword before you charged at him, but he quickly had you pinned to the ground, the tip of your own knife pointed at you. he hesitated. the blade pressed harder against your cheek than he intended, enough to break the skin and let a few droplets of dark crimson escape.Â
âplease come with me,â he pleaded. you didnât answer, but you did seem surprised by the softness of his voice.Â
a few moments passed, the celestial bronze still between you. luke waited for you to see his way, to yield to his proposal.
you didnât. instead, you took advantage of the situation. you wrapped your leg around his and flipped your position. in the process, you regained possession of your knife. without the hesitation that held luke back, you sliced through his cheek, deep. luke bit his lip to suppress a groan, tasting blood. your gaze set his whole body on fire as he waited for your next move. that was when you glanced down at his camp necklace, and the new clay bead added to commemorate this summer.
a turquoise trident.
âpercy told me he was on his way to see you,â you realized. âwhat did you do?â
luke didnât answer. he knew then that a choice ran through your head.Â
and it stung, just a little, watching you sprint away through the trees in a last ditch effort to save percyâs life.Â
there was a small, pathetic part of luke that wanted you to choose him, even if it meant you would have plunged the knife into his chest.
#this is my baby fr#really feeling the tragic hero vibe down to my core#will prob do a part 2 from reader's POV!#ofc inspired by get him back! bc nemesis!reader....#percy jackson#pjo fanfic#pjo series#luke castellan#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#pjo x reader#luke castellan angst#luke castellan imagine#percy jackson and the olympians#luke castellan smut#saf writes#Spotify
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well kept [2] r. cameron
[warnings] dark!ceo!rafe x reader, size difference, billionaire!older!rafe, shy!reader with low self-esteem, reader is a person who stutters, boss x personal assistant, heavy abuse of power, emotional/mental manipulation, NONCON, little editing, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 18+
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In which you officially enter into a world of high stakes and intense demands.
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Your fingers traced the smooth edge of the new work bag that sat on your desk, a pristine luxury item whose brand you didnât immediately recognize. It was medium-sized, big enough to fit your brand-new laptop, and an off-white color with pebble-textured leather.Â
âWow, you clean up nice,â came a voice from behind you. You turned to find Eleanor approaching, coffee in hand.
Instinctively, you pulled down your skirt as she looked you over. You were effortlessly polished, for sure. You usually only get your hair professionally done for special occasions, opting for simple protective styles you could do yourself. However, you had to admit you felt pretty with your hair in a neat, braided rose that reached down to your lower back.Â
The clothes only amplified this unfamiliar sensation. After trying on eight outfits the previous night, you had settled on a cherry-red cropped blazer and a matching pleated skirt. Youâd chosen the shortest heels Rafe had sentâa pair of white kitten heels adorned with gold bows. Your makeup, subtly applied, complemented the overall look.
Eleanor set her things down, straightened, and placed a hand on her slender hips. âTake your bag,â she said. âIâll show you where Rafe expects you to work.â
âI thought that was my desk.â
âHeâll tell you where you need to be and when you need to be there.â
Her answer was simple enough.Â
You entered the luxurious space that Rafe called an office once again. Even when he wasnât in the room, you were intimidated by it, âHe had this brought in for you,â Facing the wall on the side of the room that held Rafeâs desk, in the corner, was a simple mahogany desk. The miniature version of Rafeâs desk. A cushioned stool was placed underneath and on top were a notebook, a cup of pens, and a small lamp, âThis is where heâll expect you most mornings. Youâre to review his calendar before he arrives, memorize it, and youâll brief him on the day when he walks in.â
âIâm ssss-supposed to be in here with him âŠall day? What if I, you know, need you?â
âIâm right down the hallway, or you can email me.â
Eleanor spent the next thirty minutes showing you their emailing system and how to access Rafeâs calendar. She even shared a large cheat sheet sheâd made with all of Rafeâs preferred restaurants, coffee shops, hotels, and the names and numbers of his home staff.
When she left you alone, you looked around the room. The view of the office from your corner was daunting. However, your heart had been beating too fast ever since you met Rafe.Â
You turned your attention back to the calendar system. It was sleek and well-organized, and luckily, it was straightforward enough to navigate. You took note of his key meetings for the day and repeated them over in your head. You wrote down some notes in case your mind drew a blank. It was your first day, and heâd give you some grace, right?Â
You needed to be able to anticipate these needs, but all you knew about Rafe Cameron was that he was complex and demanding.Â
The sound of footsteps in the corridor drew your attention, and hurriedly, you glanced down at your note sheet again. Standing from your seat, you smoothed out your skirt, and with your notes in hand, you folded your palms in front of you.Â
Unconsciously, as he pushed open the doors, you sucked air into your lungs. You held your breath until his eyes met with yours. In comparison to when you first met him, he was dressed down. He wore a short-sleeve black polo black dress pants, black leather penny loafers on his feet and a briefcase in hand. His face was stoic as he looked you over and let the doors close behind him. As big as they were, they were practically silent went they closed, adding to the ominous feeling in the room.Â
You smiled, or tried to, âGood morning, Mr. Cameron, Iâmââ
âI want you right here,â He interrupted, pointing down at the floor a foot before him. You stepped forward, hoping you wouldnât trip like you had while practicing walking in them. Despite how he towered over you when you were this close, you made yourself comfortable there, âYouâll be right there every day when I walk in. Try again.â
âGood morning, Mr. Cameron-â
âI prefer Sir.â
Try again. Unfortunately, you were pretty used to being interrupted and forced to stop and start your sentences. âGood morning, Sir.â You were smiling as much as you could, but your throat hurt like your body wanted to cry. âToday, youâll sss-start with three sss-separate online conferences with potential investors: Mr. Daniel, Mrs. Hunt, and Mr. Rivera. After lunch, youâll have your weekly group meetings with department heads. Youâll start with Finance at one oâclock, Legal at two, and Design and Architecture at three. Your meeting with Property Management at four oâclock was canceled but rescheduled for Wednesday. For the rest of the day, you will be free to catch up with emails and ssss-submit the âŠ. sss-ssss-strategic plan report youâve been working on.â
He nodded once throughout your briefing, his face remaining impassive. You thought he might cringe at your mistakes, but he didnât. You couldnât help but feel like a strange choice for this job. Why would someone like him want to listen to you?Â
âGood,â he confirmed, and you were relieved only for a moment. You were okay until he started to look you over, âTurn around.â
You werenât sure why you looked in his eyes to see if he was being serious. Of course, he was being serious. Awkwardly, you face away from him until he adds, âIn a circle, please.â
You felt your cheeks heat up from embarrassment before you faced him again.Â
âI have a question,â You said.
âYeah?â
âAbout the clothes. I âŠI didnât know if it w-would be okay to return ssss-ssss-some of them. I just, thereâs sss-so many.â
âAnd?â Rafe pressed, his brow furrowed.Â
âI-I donât have that much room for them.â
âHmm,â He thought briefly, âHowâs this? You take a picture of yourself in each outfit and then email them to me, and Iâll decide which ones I want you to wear. But everything red can stay. I like the red.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but he brushed past you and returned to his desk. Unsure whether you were supposed to move or stay put, you waited in place.Â
âIâll take a coffee. Black. Thanks.â
Eager to escape the room and not feel the weight of his gaze, you hurried out of the doors. Panicked, you approached Eleanorâs desk, waving your hands to get her attention. She was on the phone, but you mouthed âCoffee.â Acting as your life vest, she pointed you toward one of the many doors that lined the wall across from the reception area.Â
Inside, you expected to find a normal breakroom, but the roomâs decoration reminded you more of a lounge. Black coffee should be easy enough, but your hands shook slightly as you worked the modern, sleek coffee maker. After you prepared the coffee, you took a breath, and made your way back to his office. You kept yourself as composed as possible, and he glanced up at you briefly as you entered. You set it carefully on the coaster near his computer.Â
He didnât directly look at you or the coffee; you took that as your sign to retreat to your desk.Â
You sat quietly as he attended all three of his virtual meetings. Inevitably, you started to listen. Sometimes, youâd tune in, wanting to learn something, but you gave up a few times after realizing how complex things were.Â
When he finished all his meetings, he spoke up, âWhat are the arrangements for lunch?âÂ
âLunch âŠâ You echoed, thinking about the calendar you recognize, âIs there sss-something sss-specific youâre in the mood for, sir?â
âOn Mondays, I have lunch with my COO and CFO. We have standing reservations at several restaurants. Youâll need to pick one, call, and make sure everyone knows the plans.âÂ
âOkay,â You nodded, âYes, sir.â
Was that on the cheat sheet? Had you missed that? After scrolling a few times, you will find the list of restaurants and senior team members.Â
You called The Prime, an upscale steakhouse, for Rafe and his senior team, ensuring every detail was perfectly arranged. When it was time to leave, you stood to bid Rafe goodbye, only to be told you were expected to join him. Quickly gathering your things, you followed him down the elevator to the parking garage. Eleanor gave you an encouraging thumbs up and smile as you passed her.
You mustâve looked frightened.Â
Rafeâs choice of vehicle, a massive black truck with gleaming rims and immaculate leather seat, wasnât a surprise, but his courteous gesture was. He opened the door for you and gently placed a hand on your hip to steady you as you navigated the high step into the truck.
âTh-Thank you,â You spoke, your voice small before he closed the door.Â
As you sat during the ride, you felt your thighs were too exposed. You crossed your legs, trying to alleviate that feeling, but it proved useless, âYouâll get used to it,â Rafeâs voice snapped you out of being consumed by your thoughts. You hadnât realized he was even paying attention to you.Â
Hesitantly, your eyes roamed over him. His shirt's short sleeves did little to conceal the strength in his arms and the defined lines of his chest.Â
âYou have a boyfriend?â He asked, his tone relaxed. He wasnât allowed to ask that, but you recalled the words he had used with you the week prior. Would you fuck him? Heâd already crossed a line. You needed to get used to his brashness, âA girlfriend?â He continued.Â
âI-I-I,â Breathe in, slowly release, âI donât.â
âHave you ever had one?â
The underlying implication of his words made you defensive, and you crossed your arms, âHave you, Sir?â
He let our a short laugh, âYou just seem a little uptight,â Your lips parted and eyes widened.
âWhat-â
âI havenât dated anyone seriously in a while. But you donât need to date someone seriously to get what you need from them. I guess Iâm just wondering if you have someone who . . . relieves your stress.â
âI really, really donât want to answer that,â You spoke slowly.Â
âRelax, weâre just talking. Is this going to be a problem? Iâm just trying to get to know my newest employee.â
It felt like a mind game. He wasnât like anyone youâd ever met beforeâevery word, every glance from him seemed designed to put you on edge, to make you second-guess yourself.Â
âNo, sir,â You replied, trying to keep your voice steady.
âAre you a virgin, Y/N?â He asked suddenly as if heâd had some brilliant revelation.
âN-No,â You stuttered, lying through your teeth, âIâm not.â
He made a âhmmâ sound as he glanced at you, âOf course youâre not. Forgive me; I shouldnât jump to conclusions.â
You understood quickly he wasnât actually looking for your forgiveness. He was testing you, pushing boundaries just to see how youâd react.Â
When you arrived, Rafe pulled up to the valet stand, and a nicely dressed attendant quickly came over to open your door. You managed to step out with as much grace as you could muster, feeling the weight of Rafeâs eyes on you as you did. He was out of the truck in a heartbeat, striding around to join you, his hand again guiding you with that firm touch on your lower back. It was possessive, a silent declaration that you belonged to him, at least for the duration of this lunch.
The restaurant's setting was sophisticated and private, and you reached the table reserved for your group. The two of you were last to arrive, which meant all eyes fell on you as Rafe pulled out a chair for you right next to his seat. Two men were at the table, and you were taken aback by the fact that they were as young as Rafe.Â
âGuys, this is Y/N,â Rafe gestured to you, making himself comfortable, âY/N, meet Topper Thornton and Kelce Adams.â
You managed to speak to them, though your words stumbled slightly. They eyed you the same way Rafe often did, like prey. You could almost imagine your name listed on the menu in front of them. But Rafe, with a swift shift in conversation, cut off their questions, his tone a clear warning. When you took a bit too long to decide on your meal, Rafe didnât hesitate. He ordered for you the moment the waiter arrived, a subtle reminder of the control he held over every aspect of your life, even what you ate.
You couldnât help but notice that Topper shared Eleanorâs last name. Were they married? Siblings? The thought lingered as you made a mental note to ask her later. Without another word, you pulled out your notebook, ready to take notes for the meeting.
Something in his last meeting had angered him. When he returned to his office, you watched him cross the room; your mouth wanted to form the words to ask, âWhatâs wrong?â but your lips pressed into a thin line instead.Â
As he settled in his desk, you pretended to be engrossed in your notes, hoping to avoid his attention. Ignoring the cold air in the room and the dark cloud hovering above him grew impossible. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and tapped at the surface of his desk. Was it anxiety he was feeling?Â
âCome here, Y/N?â
Startled, you dropped your pen on the floor, the sound making him fully turn his head towards you. Awkwardly, you picked it up and set it down on your desk. You fixed your skirt as you crossed the distance between his desk and yours to keep it from riding up.Â
âYes, sss-sir?âÂ
His eyes were dark as he spun his chair to face you, âTell me,â He began, âWhat do you think you did wrong today?â
Your mind raced. Did you do something wrong that you hadnât realized? There were plenty of mistakes, but it was only your first day and youâd been completely thrown out of your comfort zone.Â
âIâm not ssss-sssure, sss-sir,â Your voice was barely above a whisper, a grimace on your face as you tried to force out the words.Â
âNot sure?â He echoed.Â
âI shouldâve know t-t-to âŠâ You pushed through that âstuckâ feeling, âMake your lunch reservations.â
âThatâs one.â
âUhm,â Your voice trailed off as your bottom lip shook. You felt like a child being scolded. Why did you keep freezing? Why did you let him speak to you that way? âI-I-I-I-IâŠâ
âDoes it hurt, you know, when it gets that bad?â Rafe leaned back in his chair, his arms folded against his chest, now looking at you with curiosity and frustration.
You shook your head because it was all you could manage.
âYou canât think of anything else, huh?â
âIâm sss-sss-sorry,â As a tear fell from your eye, he stood from his chair.Â
He shushed you, grabbing ahold of the top of your arms, âYou know I could have chose anyone for this job?â
You nodded.Â
âBut I chose you,â You nodded again, âI do love to see you apologize, sweetheart, but you have to know what youâre apologizing for.â
âIâm sss-sssory,â You couldnât help the apology that tumbled out again, âFff-for not knowing.â
âThere you go, yeah, thatâs better,â He pulled you closer, and you felt his hand brush the strands of your hair over your shoulder, keeping it from your face, âI told you this would be a mutually beneficial relationship. You need money, someone to care take care of you⊠I need ... I need you. When youâre with me, youâre mine to do with as I please. Do you understand?â
You nodded, feeling like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. He dominated the space, his presence suffocating, and the fear of displeasing him made your breath catch in your throat. The boundaries between you blurred even further, leaving you more trapped than ever.
âGood girl,â one of his hands wrapped around the side of your neck. His gaze pierced into yours, his mind racing behind them, and he sighed as he mentally concluded, âI canât punish you just yet.â
âPunish?â You asked in a whisper, his face moving in closer.Â
âYou gotta learn somehow, right?â
Your eyes darted from his eyes to his lips, panicked. Nothing could have prepared you for him smashing his lips against yours. One hand was on your neck, and the other wrapped behind you, pulling you into him. Even as his kiss overwhelmed you, your mind couldnât let go of the word he had just usedâpunish.
âI have to fuck you. I have to,â He growled between kisses.Â
Your hands pushed at his chest, but it was like trying to move a brick wall, âPlease, Rafe,â You tried to say. Part of you thought using his real name would snap him from his trance, but he groaned into your mouth.Â
Youâd never been kissed like this; no one had ever explored you with their tongue, and part of your mind seemed to rejoice. The other part, the rational one, told you to escape. You started to use your strength to pull from him as you stepped backward, but that only made him grip you harder.Â
You yelped, and when Rafe opened his eyes again, he smiled. Whatever weighed heavy on his mind before had clearly been relieved by the game he was trying to play. You stumbled back when he let you go, almost falling on your behind, âGo on,â He said with a smirk, âJust makes it more fun for me.â
Of all the games, you liked this one the least. You turned to flee, but before you could reach the door, he lifted you off the ground. You screamed, and the next thing you knew, you were being thrown onto the couch. Rafe pinned you down easily, his weight crushing you as he reached for your legs. You shut your thighs tightly, and his glare felt like a knife in your side.
âDo not!â He exploded, and you whimpered, âHey, hey, sweetheart, I donât want you to ever close your legs to me.âÂ
âRafe, please ⊠please d-donât,â Someone would hear. Eleanor would hear, wouldnât she? Sheâd stop him before he went too far.Â
âGod, Iâd beat your fucking ass if I didnât need to be inside of you right now,â He growled, prying your legs apart and tearing away your underwear as soon as he could feel it. He wrapped one hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you pinned down, while the other undid his belt. âYou donât make demands anymore, do you understand?â
âIâve-Iâve nnn-neverâŠâ
Understanding flashed in his eyes.Â
âYou're a fucking virgin?â You nodded, feeling a small piece of hope, âWe can add lying to that list of things youâve done wrong, huh?â
He seemed to pause which you felt grateful for. His belt was already undone, his hips sinking into yours, âNo oneâs ever tasted you?â You shook your head, âYouâve never had a cock in your mouth either?â
You looked away, embarrassed.Â
âFuck,â He breathed out, âYouâre gonna be all mine.âÂ
âPlease-â You tried again, but he silenced you, pressing his lips to yours again.Â
This time, he was more deliberate with his movements. His hands traveled higher, and he reached into your shirt to gently knead at your breasts. He moved slower like he was savoring the moment. At the same time, you felt even more tortured. Your body betrayed you, responding to his caresses as if they were safe, as if he were someone you trusted. He was making all the right moves and your mind felt even more confused then your body.Â
Fingers pinched gently at your nipples and your lips parted into a moan. He used it as an opportunity to explore your mouth further. Next, he moved down your jaw and then he nuzzled his face into your neck. There was a place on your collarbone heâd found, one that made you yelp in pleasure, a spot you didnât know existed. Thatâs what he wanted. To conquer you.Â
You felt warm between your legs and a slickness as you tried to move your legs. Rafe was still taking his time. Heâd lifted your shirt, pulled down your bra, and placed your left breast into his mouth. You cried out, your back arching in an automatic response. If he kept going, you knew you could finish just from this alone, and the thought filled you with a mix of shame and despair.
Slowly, methodically, he dismantled your guard.Â
When he sensed you were ready, that heâd successfully turned your body on, he pulled down his briefs. You couldnât bring yourself to look down. It was gonna hurt, either way, why dwell on the size? âTell me,â He kissed your jaw, leaning down to your ear, âAsk me to take your virginity.â
You tensed, âI-I d-donât.â
âI can make it hurt, Y/N,â He warned, âI promise, you want me to be gentleâ
He pressed his tip against your entrance, and you were already cringing, âFucking ask me, or Iâll push it all inside.â
âWill you âŠt-take my virginity?â
âPlease,â he corrected, a dark satisfaction in his tone.âWhereâs your manners?â
âPlease, take mmm-my vvvv-vvvv-virginity,â He slowly started to enter you, and you pressed your hands against his chest.Â
You started to breathe heavily, âT-T-Too mmm-mmm-much.â
He pushed in more, âThatâs just half, sweetheart. Take a deeper breath for me."
You listened even though he was hurting you. Even now, you believed him to be better than you. Looking up at him, you slowly breathed in and out. As you controlled your breathing, he started to move in and out of you. He cursed and grunted into your ear, soon falling into a rhythm.Â
Pain began to blur with something else, something you didnât want to acknowledge.Â
It was a foreign feeling, being full of him, reaching to parts of you that had never been discovered. The only thing that felt wrong to you was how it was happening. Is this how it always felt? So completely all consuming? You were warm everywhere, a pressure building at your core, and you struggled to make a sound other than a moan.Â
With each thrust you let out a yip, not realizing that youâd stopped pushing at his chest and started pawing at it. That only encouraged him further. He reached underneath you, lifting your left leg to your chest, as he grabbed a handful of your ass. He pried you open further in this position and he looked down at you âŠalmost grateful. He was savoring you and every moment that he was touching you, infiltrating your body. Youâd never had someone want you like this.Â
Before you were even really aware of it, the pressure inside of you had built to a crescendo, and youâd cried out against Rafeâs lips.Â
He smiled against yours, âGood girl, sweetheart,â Tears escaped your eyes again, this time because of how confused your hormones were. It felt like an uncontrolled explosion of emotion.Â
Now, the sensation actually felt like something you couldnât physically handle, âOh my god, o-oh my god, â You spoke over and over as you went back to pushing at his chest.Â
âStay,â he commanded, his body pressing you down further as he slowed his movements, his rhythm faltering. âIâm almost done,â he added, a hint of amusement in his voice. âYouâre squeezing so tight.â
âPlease,â you begged, your legs starting to shake. âPlease, Rafe.â
Your words seemed to bring his climax. Your second orgasm came painfully, and you scrambled to free yourself from under his weight after he finished sinking into you. Your legs didnât stop shaking, but at least you could catch your breath.Â
Your bare bottom hit the plush carpet of his seating area, listening as Rafeâs heavy breathing slowed. You fixed your bra and top before you started to search for your underwear. To your dismay, they were completely torn.Â
âIâll get you some new ones, some nicer ones, yeah?â
You nodded, though you werenât sure why. Feeling his gaze, you pushed your skirt down next. Looking down, you realize his remnants were sliding down your thighs. You just shut your legs tighter. A hand on your back made you glance up at him. His eyes were still dark, but there was more satisfaction than before.Â
âWeâre done for today, but before you leave, uh, Eleanor needs to see you.âÂ
He stood, and you looked away as he started to zip up his pants and fasten his belt again.Â
âTh-Thatâs it?â
âUntil tomorrow,â He said, his tone returned to business, as if the last few minutes were merely part of the workday.
You thought he was returning to his desk, but Rafe walked to your desk and collected your purse and computer. As you stood, your body ached, and you realized how disheveled you must look. Was your makeup smudged across your face? Did he bruise the back of your thighs?Â
Rafe brought you your things, his hands finding your lower back, âGo home. Get some rest. And donât forget about those pictures, yeah?â
You nodded although your mind was elsewhere. The next thing you knew, you were standing on the other side of the door, clutching your bag tightly to your chest. Your mind started to wonder what exactly had caused all this. Was he mad at you, or was that I an excuse to âŠruin you.Â
When you made it to Eleanorâs desk she asked you, âHow was your first day?â
You nodded, trying to shake your expression into a smile, âI-It was ⊠o-okay.â
There was no way she could have missed it in your eyes or in your appearance, but she continued, âI just need you to sign that NDA before you go. Itâs completely standard procedure. It just assures that everything you see and hear is confidential. Protects the business.â
You took the papers from her and you tried to keep from shaking, âI can explain anything you need-â
âThatâs okay,â You shook your head, knowing you just wanted to go home and hug your stuffed frog, âThank you.â
You flipped through it quickly and signed your name where she indicated, âThereâs one more thing. Are you on birth control?â
You stared, knowing the implication of the words. Why didnât she warn you before you agreed to this?
You shook your head.
âYouâll need a Plan B. Should I pick it up for you, or would you prefer to do it yourself?â
Of course, youâd had friends whoâd bought it before but the idea of going by yourself right now made you want to be sick. And you couldnât tell your friends ⊠at least not yet, âCould you ⊠g-get it?â
âOf course, Iâll have it tomorrow,â She nodded and offered you a polite smile, âDo you need any help getting to the parking deck?â
You shook your head quickly, âI www-walked, thank you.â
As you made your way to the elevator, you wondered how your day spiraled so entirely out of your control.
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I wish I had a smitten Bucky. Just sees me and wants me. đ„ș
I know the feeling, nonnie.
Check Yes or No
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky instantly falls for you, but waits to ask you out.
Word Count: Over 2.1k
Warnings: Fluff, could be seen as instalove on Bucky's side, attraction, slight insecurities, minor time jump, Alpine being the best, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I can't send Bucky your way, lovelies, so I hope you enjoy this short, surprise fic! â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky wasn't looking for love the day he met you, but it found him anyway.
âHey, Buck,â Steve greeted from his seat when he walked into the conference rooms and nodded to the spot beside him that you occupied. âIâd like you to meet our newest transfer. Sheâs also moving into the Tower.â
He was a changed man the moment your eyes met. Breathtaking was a word to describe you given how he had forgotten to breathe. He had witnessed many sunrises and sunsets in his life, a kaleidoscope of colors painted in the sky to both soothe and awaken the soul. They paled in comparison to the beauty before him.
One glance and he belonged to you completely.
âHi, Bucky. Itâs nice to meet you.â
While he wasn't sure if Heaven existed, you speaking his name was like hearing the voice of an angel.
âIâm Bucky.â
Of all the things he could've said, reiterating his name was what his mouth went with.
Instead of giving him a weird look or brushing him off when he scowled at himself, you smiled. âI look forward to us working together.â
Bucky couldn't tell you what the meeting was about that day, but he remembered the details about you. The way you leaned forward in your seat to pay extra attention when someone else spoke, also giving him an ample view of your chest before he reminded himself not to stare. The slight crease in your forehead when you jotted down an important note. And the soft giggle you let out when Steve cracked a joke.
He suddenly wished he was funnier.
âHave a good rest of the day, Bucky,â you said when the meeting ended.
Bucky didn't have to try to smile with you. It just came naturally. When you smiled back, it was easy to imagine what it would be like if you were his girl.
âYou, too,â he replied, giving himself a mental victory for not screwing up his words this time. âWait!â
You paused and looked at him expectantly. âYeah?â
Bucky realized he had no reason to keep you from leaving. He just didn't want you to go. âDo you need help moving your stuff in?â
âI actually got my things moved in late last night, but thanks for the offer,â you replied, checking the time with wide eyes. âI'm so sorry. I have to go. Iâm in 2L if you need anything!â
âBye,â he called after you, turning in his chair to watch you go.
How did he miss you already?
Though Steve had a knowing look in his eyes, he graciously kept his mouth shut as he left the room. He reminded him an hour later that he wouldn't break any bylaws by asking you out. The punk somehow knew that you weren't seeing anyone.
Which made him happy.
While he appreciated Steve looking out for happiness, he still had to get his head on straight.
âOnce I completely trust my own mind, maybe I will,â Bucky said, even though the stuff was already out of his head. He owed it to himself to take his time. And you.
Imagine his surprise when he found a note from you on his door the next day.
Hey, Bucky! Lunch on me today? Check YES or NO.
The lopsided grin on his face wouldn't go away when he read it again. You must've been interested in him enough to ask about him. How else did you know his apartment number? Why else would you ask him to lunch?
He nearly shouted âYESâ in the hall before he came to his senses and simply checked the option before he returned the note to your apartment door.
When he met up with you later, he told himself it wasn't a date. It couldn't be, right? It didn't keep his heart from stopping when you answered your door. Dressed down and casual, you looked like an angel went to Earth just for him.
âHey, Bucky,â you smiled. âReady to go?â
He hadn't said much on the way to the cafe since he was too busy hanging on to your every word, but it was like he had known you for ages as you carried on the conversation. Your questions weren't invasive and you didn't seem to mind the occasional short answers. It was also the shortest meal of his life, over too soon for his liking, and he also refused to let you pay for his meal.
He wanted to show you that gentlemen still existed.
âLunch again next week?â You offered.
âSure,â he answered, his head spinning from giddiness.
But it wasn't a date.
It was time to change that.
Today was the day. Six months from the day he met you. Six months of chatting with you between missions and slowly getting to know you over weekly lunches. Six months of falling for you more and more each day and he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.
But falling was the easy part. Confessing was an entirely different story. He would either crash to the ground and hope his wounds would later heal or youâd catch him as he fell. No matter what, he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.
âJust like we practiced, okay?â Bucky asked.
âMeow.â
Alpine nuzzled her head against Buckyâs with a gentle purr when he huffed. She was his little partner-in-crime through and through. Like you, even though you didn't realize it, the little white ball of fur helped save him. He was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to bring her to this floor, but any reprimand would be worth it.
Besides, the Tower, office, anywhere they operated should allow them to have their pets with them, especially for emotional support.
âI'm counting on you,â he teased, placing the folded up piece of paper in her mouth. âGo.â
He peeked around the corner when he set Alpine down. The sun illuminated you from where you sat in the lounge, curled up in your normal spot on the sofa. You liked to relax there occasionally to read. He wondered what book you had with you today.
Thankfully, no one was around to disturb you.
Except for him.
âAlpine, is that you?â You asked when you looked up, closing the book as the cat approached you. While the feline was cautious of some, she warmed up to you immediately when you met and solidified that you were the one for him. âWhatcha got there? Whereâs Bucky?â
His name spilling from your lips was still one of his favorite sounds.
He held his breath when Alpine jumped up beside you, opened her mouth, and dropped the paper in your lap. He immediately began to second guess himself when you unfolded it with a furrowed brow. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why didn't he just ask you like a normal guy?
To be fair, he hadn't been normal for some time.
âWill you go out with me? Check YES or NO. Love, Bucky,â you read out loud with a huge smile, which was enough to make his heart race. You giggled a moment later when Alpine bumped your hand, the soft noise making his stomach do a funny sort of flip. âOkay, okay. Let me get my pen out of my bag.â
Bucky exhaled a little as he moved to stand in the doorway. You didn't toss the paper away, so that had to be a good sign. He carefully kept himself from showing any outward emotion when you met his gaze, but his knees nearly gave out. His palms also began to sweat when you gave him a half smile.
Just when he thought you couldn't look more beautiful than you had the day before, you proved him wrong.
He ran a hand through his hair and hoped he looked halfway decent since he hadn't brushed it. But you commented a few weeks back that you liked it long when you saw an old photo, so he wanted to grow it out. He lost count of how many times he imagined your fingers in his hair
Maybe one day.
Watching you grab your pen, it was like he was drowning. The tide pulled him under as you made a mark on the sheet. His lungs burned when you handed it back to Alpine. He couldn't come up for air. He couldn't breathe.
Until you smiled again.
âThanks, Alpine,â you said.
His cat gracefully walked back to Bucky and he swore he caught you trying not to giggle as she climbed up his leg. His heart hammered in his chest when he took the slip of paper from her mouth. Meeting your tender gaze, he couldn't bring himself to open it though.
After he told himself he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.
âNot going to see what my answer is?â You asked as he carried Alpine into the lounge.
âI want to,â he replied, sighing as he took a seat beside you. His cat was perfectly content to lay in his lap. âBut Iâm questioning if I did this the right way.â
The note you gave him for a simple lunch request may have been a small gesture in your eyes, but it meant the world to him. He thought by asking you out this way that he could give you something meaningful in return. Something that only the two of you shared.
That was all he wanted.
You turned toward him, your knee touching his. The small touch sent heat down his spine. âOpen it and youâll find out.â
He nodded, thankful that his vibranium hand didn't shake as he lifted the sheet. âWait, let me say something before I do.â
The corner of your lip tugged as you tried not to smile. âBucky-â
âI like you. I really like you. I have since the day we met. And I'm going to like you tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that,â he admitted in a rush, catching your sharp inhale as he looked into your eyes. âBut I know my past isn't easy to deal with. If you just want to be a teammate or colleague, thatâs okay. Just. Being a part of your life in some way is more than enough.â
Alpine lifted her head and looked between the two of you, as if she was waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next.
Bucky felt a crack in his heart when you didn't speak or react, his body slumping slightly into the couch. It was okay. He took a chance and told you how he felt. He wouldn't force you to reciprocate.
âBucky?â You asked above a whisper, reaching over to help him unfold the paper. He gasped when he saw the checkmark beside âYESâ, blinking rapidly to make sure you picked that box. âI really like you, too.â
âYou do?â He exhaled, grasping your hand with renewed joy. He was careful not to squeeze too hard. Hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do.
âYeah. Pretty much since the day I met you,â you admitted, glancing in your lap before you met his gaze again. He saw stars in your eyes. âAnd your past isn't your fault, Bucky. You aren't something to âdeal withâ, okay? Youâre a good man. I can give you a whole list of reasons if you need it.â
Physically, Buckyâs body was in peak condition. Your confession, however, caused all of the air to leave his lungs and made him weak in the best possible way. A familiar warmth moved through Buckyâs veins as he breathed again and it dawned on him at that moment that he hadn't felt cold since you walked into his life.
Not once.
Your faith in him gave him strength. Your mere existence gave him the courage to try. And he didn't have to go it alone.
âWow,â he breathed, relieved and elated as he gave you a small smile. âHow about tomorrow night?â
âItâs a date,â you smiled.
âGreat,â he smiled back. A date. He couldn't wait to see the look on Steve's face when he told him that he finally asked you out.
âAnd I think the note was purrfect,â you teased at Alpine before you scrunched up your face. âI ruined the moment, didn't I?â
Bucky brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it as gently as he possibly could. He could hear your heart race. So was his. âNot at all.â
He knew it was too soon to say he loved you and it was likely too soon for you to feel that way about him, but he felt hope in your smile that you would one day.
For now, he had a date to plan all because you checked âyesâ.
We know it'll be the best date ever, right? Love and thanks for reading! đ
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TREAT YOU BETTER / C.S
Pairing â sub!fem!reader x softdom!san (ft. Yeonjun of TXT)
Genre â SMUT, fluff, angst, best friends to lovers
Warnings â SMUT (MINORS DNI), softdom!San, sub!reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, a little rough, san is quite big, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart...), talk about an abusive relationship, emotional vulnerability, aftercare, unprotected sex (if you see anything I haven't put in there, please lmk!)
Word count â 7,2k
Summary â You show up in the middle of the night at San's apartment after your bf Yeonjun broke up with you, but what you do not know is how San is so unconditionally in love with you.
a/n: I portrayed Yeonjun in a certain way here, but don't come for me! I'm a MOA too!
You and San had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Growing up together, sharing secrets and dreams, it was no surprise that you felt entirely at home in his company. San's presence had always been a constant, a comforting backdrop to your life. However, what you hadn't noticed was the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his smile softened when you laughed. He had fallen for you long ago, but he never had the courage to admit itânot to himself, and certainly not to anyone else.
Meanwhile, you had been dating Yeonjun for a few months. At first, everything seemed perfect. He was charming, attentive, and everything you thought you wanted. But as time went on, Yeonjun's true colors began to show. He treated you poorly, his words often harsh and his actions thoughtless. Despite the growing cracks in your relationship, you clung to the hope that things would get better. They never did.
One Friday night, after a particularly brutal argument, Yeonjun broke up with you. His words were cruel, his tone biting, and you were left feeling utterly shattered. Unable to face the emptiness of your apartment, you found yourself standing outside San's door at midnight, your face wet with tears.Â
You gently knocked at his door and San opened the door, his eyes widening in shock when he saw you. ââY/n? What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you just shook your head, tears streaming down your face. He was quick to take you in his arms, enveloping you in a warm hug before guiding you to his couch.Â
"Talk to me," he urged softly, sitting beside you.
You took a deep breath, struggling to find your voice. "Yeonjun... he broke up with me," you finally managed to say, your voice trembling. "We had an awful fight. He was so mean.ââ
San's eyes darkened with anger. "That bastard. What did he say to you?ââ
You shook your head again, not wanting to recount the hurtful words. "It doesn't matter. I just... I couldn't stay there.ââ
San clenched his fists, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "I want to go over there and beat him up. He has no right to treat you like this.ââ
"No, San," you said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. "Please don't. It's not worth it. I just need you right now.ââ
His expression softened instantly. "Okay. I'm here for you," he promised, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. You buried your face in his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of his presence. He stroked your hair gently, whispering soothing words.
"You deserve so much better," he murmured. "Yeonjun is an idiot for letting you go.ââ
You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-filled eyes. "Do you really think so?ââ
"I know so," San replied firmly. "You're amazing, and anyone would be lucky to have you.ââ
A small smile tugged at your lips despite the pain. "Thank you, San. You're the best friend anyone could ask for.ââ
San's heart ached at your words, but he forced a smile. "Anything for you," he said softly. He wished he could tell you how he really felt, how much he loved you, but he didn't want to risk losing your friendship.
San watched as you tried to find comfort on the couch. He hated seeing you like this, so broken and vulnerable. Determined to lift your spirits, even if just a little, he pulled the blanket around you more snugly.
"Hey," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "How about we try to take your mind off things for a bit?âââ
You sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. ââHow?ââ
San thought for a moment, then smiled. "Remember that time in middle school when we tried to bake a cake for your mom's birthday and ended up setting off the fire alarm?ââ
You couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. "Yeah, and the cake was half-burnt, half-raw.ââ
"Exactly! And your mom still said it was the best cake she'd ever had because we made it with 'extra love and a dash of chaos,'" San added, grinning.
A small smile played on your lips. "She was always so supportive.ââ
San nodded, his eyes twinkling. "She still is. Just like you have so many people who care about you.ââ
You sighed, leaning against him. "It's just hard, you know? I really thought Yeonjun was different.ââ
"I know," San said, his voice gentle. "But sometimes people aren't who we hope they are. And thatâs not your fault.ââ He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. "You deserve someone who sees how amazing you are and treats you with the love and respect you deserve.ââ
You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling a bit of the tension leave your body. "Thanks, Sannie. I don't know what I'd do without you.âââ
He squeezed your shoulder. "You'd do just fine. You're strong, even if you don't always feel like it.ââ
For the next hour, San kept talking, sharing funny stories from childhood and moments that made you both laugh until your sides hurt. He reminded you of the time he tried to impress you by jumping off the highest diving board at the pool, only to belly-flop spectacularly. Or the time you both got lost during a school trip and ended up finding a hidden ice cream parlor that became your secret spot.
"Remember when we made that secret handshake?" he asked, his eyes bright with amusement.
You nodded, a real smile breaking through. "We thought we were so cool.ââ
"We were cool," he insisted, demonstrating the complex series of claps and snaps you had created. "We still are.ââ
You laughed, following along with the handshake. It felt good to laugh, even if just for a moment. San's presence was like a balm to your wounded heart, his affection and kindness wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
The night wore on, and though the pain of Yeonjun's words still lingered, it was dulled by San's unwavering support. He stayed by your side, talking and laughing.Â
San, ever attentive, noticed how your eyes struggled to stay open.
"You look exhausted," he said softly, his hand still gently rubbing your back. ââYou wanna stay over? You could take my bed.ââ
You nodded, stifling a yawn. "I am, but I don't want to take your bed from you. I can sleep on the couch, itâs fine »
San shook his head, his expression firm. "No way. You need a proper bed to sleep in, and you're not arguing with me on this.ââ You tried to protest, but he held up a hand, silencing you. "I insist. Come on, let's get you settled."
He stood up and offered you his hand, helping you to your feet. You were honestly too tired to argue with him, you knew how stubborn he could be. As you reached his bedroom, he pulled back the covers and motioned for you to enter. You hesitated, looking at him with a mixture of gratitude and guilt.
"You sure?" you asked, your voice small.
"Positive," he replied firmly. "Now, get in."
You slid into the bed, the soft sheets feeling like a haven after the emotional turmoil of the night. San tucked the blanket around you, his movements gentle and caring.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "No, this is perfect. Thank you, San."
He nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You're welcome. Try to get some rest, okay? I'll be right outside if you need anything."
You reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it lightly. "You're really the best, you know that?"
San's smile was soft, his eyes filled with unspoken emotions. "I just want you to be okay. Sleep well."
With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. You listened to his footsteps as he walked back to the living room, your heart was fluttering. He was just so affectionate and caring.Â
San settled onto the couch, pulling the blanket over himself. The couch was familiar, a place he'd often crashed after late-night gaming sessions or movie marathons. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, he was acutely aware of you in his bed, just a room away, and the vulnerability you'd shown him.
San lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, unable to find any semblance of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you crying and hurt flashed through his mind. He was consumed by a mix of anger and helplessness, hating Yeonjun for what he'd done to you.
He tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work. His mind was too restless, his heart too full of unresolved emotions. He glanced at the clockâ2:30 AM. With a frustrated sigh, he sat up, running a hand through his hair.
In the quiet of the living room, the sudden sound of a notification startled him. He looked over and saw your phone on the coffee table, its screen glowing with a new message. Curiosity and concern got the better of him, and he leaned over to see who it was.
It was a message from Yeonjun.
San's jaw clenched as he read the words on the screen:
[Junnie] I hope you're happy. You always find a way to make everything my fault. Good luck with this one.
San felt a surge of anger so intense it made his hands shake. He couldn't believe the audacity of Yeonjun to send such a cruel message after everything he'd put you through. It took every ounce of self-control not to grab his keys and march over to Yeonjun's place right then and there.
Instead, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew that confronting Yeonjun wouldn't help you right now. You needed him here, not out picking a fight. But he couldn't just ignore the message either. He needed to find a way to protect and shield you from more pain.
He stared at your phone, contemplating whether to wake you up and tell you about the message. But you had finally found some peace, and he didn't want to disturb that. Instead, he decided to keep an eye on your phone for any more messages, ensuring nothing else would upset you tonight.
San stood up, pacing the living room, his mind racing. He needed to focus on something else, anything to keep from stewing in his anger. He went to the kitchen and made himself a cup of chamomile tea, hoping it might help him relax. As he waited for the water to boil, he replayed the night's events in his mind.
"Why can't he just leave her alone?" San muttered to himself, pouring the hot water over the tea bag. "Hasn't he done enough damage?"
He took a sip of the tea, its warmth doing little to soothe his frayed nerves. He wished he could do more for you, wished he could take away all the hurt and replace it with happiness. But he knew that healing took time, and all he could do was be there for you every step of the way.
San returned to the couch, setting the tea on the coffee table. He picked up your phone again, staring at Yeonjun's message. Without thinking, he typed out a reply:
[You] She deserves better than you. Leave her alone.
But he didn't send it. He deleted the message, knowing it wasn't his place to intervene directly. Instead, he placed your phone back on the table and sat down, his head in his hands. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him.
Lost in thought, he nearly jumped when he heard the soft sound of your footsteps approaching. He turned to see you standing in the doorway, looking small and vulnerable in the dim light.
"Sannie, are you still awake?" you asked quietly, your voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Yeah, I'm awake," he replied, his heart softening as he looked at you. "What's wrong? Do you need something?"
You hesitated, glancing down at your feet before meeting his eyes. "I... I don't want to be alone right now. Can you... can you come to bed with me?"
San's heart skipped a beat. You and he had shared a bed before, back in the days when sleepovers and movie marathons ended with both of you crashing wherever you could. But this felt different, more intimate. He could feel his emotions bubbling up, threatening to spill over.
He took a deep breath, pushing his feelings aside. This wasn't about him; it was about you needing comfort. "Of course," he said gently. "I'll be right there."
You gave him a small, grateful smile, and he followed you back to the bedroom. The room was filled with a soft, calming silence,.
San watched as you climbed back into bed, settling under the blankets. He hesitated momentarily before joining you, lying down on the other side. The bed dipped slightly under his weight, and he turned to face you, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded, looking at him with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Yes, thank you. I just... I didn't want to be alone tonight."
"I understand," San said softly. "I'm here for you."
You reached out and took his hand, holding it tightly. The simple gesture sent a rush of warmth through him, and he squeezed your hand in return.
"Do you remember all those sleepovers we used to have?" you asked, your voice tinged with nostalgia.
San smiled, nodding. "Yeah, of course. We used to stay up all night talking and laughing."
You sighed contentedly. "Those were some of the best times. I always felt so safe with you."
San's heart ached with the weight of his unspoken feelings. "And you still are safe with me. Always."
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the gentle sound of your breathing. San struggled internally, fighting the urge to confess everything he felt. But he knew this wasn't the time. You needed comfort, not complications.
San lay there, the steady rhythm of your breathing filling the room. He tried to calm his racing thoughts, but it was nearly impossible with you so close to him. The familiar warmth of your body pressed against his was something he had experienced countless times before, yet tonight it felt differentâintensely different.
Every breath you took, every slight movement you made, seemed to send sparks of awareness through him. He could feel the rise and fall of your chest against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, and it was driving him to distraction. He knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially now, but he couldn't help it. The closeness, the intimacy of the moment, was turning him on in a way he hadn't expected.
He tried to shift slightly, hoping to ease the tension in his body, but it only seemed to make things worse. You stirred, tightening your grip on his hand and snuggling closer. San's heart pounded in his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to steady his breathing.
"San?" you murmured sleepily, your voice a soft whisper in the darkness.
"Yeah?" he replied, his voice tight with the effort of keeping his emotions in check.
"Are you okay?" you asked, concern evident even through your drowsiness.
San forced a smile, even though you couldn't see it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... a lot on my mind."
You shifted slightly, your leg brushing against his. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he had to bite his lip to stifle a groan. "You can talk to me, you know. I'm here for you, too."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know. It's just... it's nothing. Really."
You were quiet for a moment, your fingers gently tracing patterns on the back of his hand. As you drifted back into sleep, San lay there, his body tense and his mind racing. He couldn't understand why he felt so different this time. You had always been affectionate with each other, cuddling during movie nights or sleepovers, but tonight, the feeling was overwhelming.
He tried to distract himself, focusing on the sound of the rain tapping gently against the window, but his thoughts kept drifting back to you. The way your hair felt against his cheek, the warmth of your breath on his neck, the soft curves of your body nestled against his.
"Get a grip, San," he muttered to himself, trying to push the thoughts away. "This isn't the time."
But the more he tried to ignore it, the more aware he became of every tiny detail. The subtle scent of your shampoo, the softness of your skin, the way you fit perfectly against him. It was driving him crazy, and he didn't know how much longer he could take it.
You shifted, turning your back to him. For a brief moment, he thought the change in position might help him regain some control over his tumultuous emotions. But then you moved closer, pressing your back firmly against his chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting gently on your stomach.
The intimacy of the position made his heart pound. Your body was so close, so warm, and he could feel every curve pressed against him. His mind raced, and he struggled to keep his breathing steady.
You sighed contentedly, snuggling closer. The movement pressed your body even tighter against his, and he felt a surge of heat rush through him. His mind screamed at him to keep it together, but the sensation of your curves against his chest, the softness of your body, was making it incredibly difficult. He could feel himself getting harder and harder.Â
He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feel of you in his arms. He thought about the cold night air, the sound of the rain outside, anything to distract himself from the intoxicating closeness. But every time you shifted slightly, it sent another wave of awareness through him.
As you continued to shift and wiggle, seeking a comfortable position, it became increasingly difficult. Each movement pressed your body closer against him, and he could feel every curve, every contour, of your form against his. It was driving him mad.
You shifted again, your back pressing firmly against his chest, your hips moving slightly. San's breath hitched, and despite his best efforts, he felt himself getting harder. He clenched his jaw, trying to will away the arousal, but it was no use. Your absent-minded movements were too much for him to handle.
ââY/n, please stop moving,ââ he whispered hoarsely, his voice strained with the effort of keeping control.
You froze, the sudden tension in his voice startling you. Then you felt itâa hard, undeniable pressure against your lower back. Your eyes widened as realization dawned.
"San..." you whispered, turning your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. "Is that...?"
San's face flushed with embarrassment. ââFuck, I'm sorry," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean for this to happen."
You could see the discomfort and shame in his eyes, and something inside you shifted. You felt a surge of confidence, an unexpected boldness. You turned fully to face him, your heart pounding. Without saying a word, you reached down and placed your hand over his hardness, feeling the heat and firmness through the fabric.
San's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening in shock. ââY/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
You met his gaze, your own eyes filled with a mix of determination and desire. "I want this too," you said softly, your hand gently squeezing him through his pants.
San's heart raced, but he hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. "You don't have to," he said, his voice strained. "I don't want you to feel pressured or like you owe me anything. Especially not after everything with Yeonjun."
You shook your head, your eyes softening. "San, I want this. I want you."
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "But I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. You're vulnerable right now, and I don't want to be another person who hurts you."
You looked at him, your expression serious. "San, you could never hurt me. The real reason Yeonjun and I broke up... it was because of you."
San's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean?"
You sighed, feeling a weight lift as you prepared to share the truth. "Yeonjun was always jealous of our relationship. He couldn't understand how important you are to me. Last night, he asked me to choose between him and you.ââ
San's heart skipped a beat. "And you chose me?"
"Without hesitation," you said firmly. "He couldn't accept that. He accused me of loving you more than him, and honestly, he was right. I do love you more."
San stared at you, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes. "I had no idea," he whispered. "I never wanted to come between you two."
"You didn't," you replied, your voice steady. "Yeonjun did that himself. And when he forced me to choose, it made me realize just how much you mean to me."
San's heart ached with the weight of your words. "I never wanted to admit it, but I've always loved you," he confessed, his voice trembling. "But I was afraid of ruining our friendship."
You smiled, your eyes shining with tears. "You could never ruin it, San. You've always been there for me, through everything. And now, I want to be here for you."
San felt a surge of emotion, a mix of relief, joy, and overwhelming love. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his touch tender. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and passion.
"I love you too," you replied, your voice a whisper.
He leaned in slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. When you didn't, he pressed his lips to yours in a tender, lingering kiss. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine. His lips were soft yet firm, moving against yours with a careful, loving precision. It was a kiss filled with years of pent-up emotions, a kiss that spoke of friendship, love, and unspoken desires.
San's hand moved to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss slightly. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, the warmth of his body so close to yours. Every touch, every movement was deliberate, as if he were memorizing the feel of you.
As the kiss continued, it grew more intense. The emotions that had been building up inside both of you for so long now found their release. His kisses became more urgent, his lips moving against yours with a newfound hunger. He tilted his head to gain better access, his tongue slipping out to gently trace your lower lip before seeking entrance.
You parted your lips, allowing him in, and a soft moan escaped from deep within your throat. The kiss was no longer just an expression of love but a claim. San's tongue explored your mouth, tasting and teasing, and you responded with equal fervor, meeting his passion with your own.
San's hands began to roam your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He ran his fingers down your sides, feeling the curves of your waist and hips. His hands slid under your shirt, the warmth of his palms against your skin sending sparks of desire through you.
"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with awe.Â
He shifted, hovering over you, his body pressing you gently into the mattress. The weight of him felt comforting and exciting all at once. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you.
"So perfect," he whispered, his voice husky. "You're perfect, baby."
You shivered at the pet name, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you. "San," you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss.
This kiss was even more heated, filled with an urgency that left you both breathless. San's hands roamed freely now, exploring every inch of your body with a mix of tenderness and possession. He cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, drawing a gasp from your lips.
"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire.
"Yes," you moaned, arching into his touch. "So good, Sannie."
He smiled against your lips, pleased with your response. "I want to make you feel amazing," he murmured, kissing a trail down your neck. "You deserve to be worshipped.ââ
San's kisses trailed down your body, his lips and tongue leaving a path of fire in their wake. He paused at your breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until you were writhing beneath him, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
"San, please," you begged, your voice a mix of need and desperation.
He looked up at you, his eyes blazing with passion. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want."
"I want you," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. "I need you."
But he couldnât give it to you right away. He knew he had to prepare you to ensure you were ready for him. He wanted this to be perfect for you.
He looked down at you. "I need to get you ready for me," he murmured, his voice husky. "I don't want to hurt you."
You nodded, your breath coming in shallow gasps. He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. He moved lower, kissing a path between your breasts and down your stomach, savoring the taste of your skin. When he reached the juncture of your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a mix of tenderness and hunger.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly, his fingers gently parting your folds. "I want to make you feel so good."
His touch was gentle at first, his fingers exploring your cunt with a tenderness that sent shivers through your body. He found your clit, circling it with his thumb while his fingers teased your entrance. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed as he touched you.
"Sannie," you moaned, your voice a breathless plea.
He smiled, pleased by your response. "Let me hear you."
Slowly, he slid one finger inside you, feeling the warmth and tightness of your body. You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch. He moved his finger in and out, his thumb still circling your clit, and watched as your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
"Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
ââFuck,yes,ââ you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets. "So good, San."
Encouraged by your response, he added a second finger, stretching you gently. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, your hips rocking against his hand. San's eyes darkened with lust, and he leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
"You're so tight,ââ he murmured against your lips. "So perfect for me."
You whimpered, the pleasure building inside you with every movement of his fingers. "San, please," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.
He groaned, the sound of your need driving him wild. "I love hearing you beg, baby," he said, his fingers thrusting deeper. "I could do this all night."
Every sound you made seemed to intoxicate him, fueling his desire to pleasure you. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. You cried out his name, your body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.
"That's it," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you."
You were so close, the pleasure coiling tight in your belly. With a final, deep thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you in powerful waves. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as you clung to him.
San watched you, his eyes filled with awe and desire. "You're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, his fingers still moving inside you, drawing out every last bit of your pleasure.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from you, his eyes dark with desire as he brought them to his lips. He tasted you on his fingers, his eyelids fluttering shut and a deep, satisfied groan escaping from his throat.
"God, you taste so good," he murmured, his voice rough with lust. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, lost in the intoxicating flavor of you. "I could get addicted to this."
Your cheeks flushed with heat at his words, but your own desire was just as intense. With a newfound boldness, you reached down and gently wrapped your hand around his hardness, inside his sweatpants, feeling the heat and firmness of him through his sweatpants.
"I want to touch you," you whispered, your hand stroking him slowly. "I want to make you feel good too."
A shiver of pleasure ran through him at your touch, and he groaned, his hips instinctively thrusting into your hand. "You already do," he said, his voice strained. "But I won't stop you."
With trembling fingers, you tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants, and he helped you remove them, tossing them aside. You marveled at the sight of him, hard and ready for you. He was indeed pretty big. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around his length, stroking him gently.
San let out a deep, guttural moan, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the sensation. "Just like that, baby.ââ
You watched his face, mesmerized by the expressions of pleasure that crossed it. The sight of him, so vulnerable and turned on by your touch, filled you with a heady mix of power and desire. You wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had given you.
You positioned yourself between his legs, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and he smiled down at you, his gaze filled with love and encouragement.
Slowly, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his length, tasting the salty tang of his arousal. San's breath hitched, and he let out a deep moan, his hands gripping the sheets. You took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his shaft. You started slowly, finding a rhythm that felt comfortable, your hand stroking the base as your mouth moved up and down.
San's reactions were immediate and intense. His hips bucked slightly, and he let out a series of deep, guttural moans, his hands tangling in your hair. "Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
You felt a surge of confidence at his praise, and you took him deeper, your mouth and hand working together to bring him pleasure. The sounds he made, the way his body responded to your touch, it all fueled your desire to please him.
"Yes, just like that," San panted, his voice low and rough. "You're so perfect, baby. So good to me."
You continued, the pace of your movements increasing as you sensed his pleasure building. His moans grew louder, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth. You could feel him getting closer, his body tensing with anticipation.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained. "So close, baby."
You looked up at him with doe eyes, your eyes meeting his, and you could see the raw desire and love in his gaze. You wanted to take him over the edge, to make him feel as good as he had made you feel. With a final, deep movement, you took him fully into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him.
San let out a deep, shuddering groan, his hands tightening in your hair as he came, his release filling your mouth. You swallowed, savoring the taste of him, and continued to move until he was spent.
Slowly, you pulled back, your eyes meeting his. He looked down at you with a mixture of awe and love, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. Without giving you timr to register what was happening, he picked you and pinned you underneath him once again. He positioned himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching yours.
"Are you ready, love?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. ââYes, please, I need you.ââ
With a groan, he began to enter you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The sensation was intense, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He was big, and you could feel every inch of him as he filled you completely. It was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain that quickly turned into pure ecstasy.
"God, you're so tight," he murmured, his voice rough. "You feel so good, baby. So perfect."
He started to move, his rhythm steady but rough, each thrust deep and deliberate. The sensation was incredible, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.
ââFuck" you gasped, your voice filled with need.
"Let me hear you, baby," he groaned, his hips moving faster. "I want to hear every sound you make."
As he found his rhythm, his movements became rougher, more urgent. He thrust deeply, his hips driving into you with a force that made you cry out in pleasure. Each thrust hit a spot deep inside you, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.
You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the sheets as he pounded into you. The intensity of his movements, combined with the constant stream of praise and pet names, drove you wild. You screamed his name.
He reached down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation pushed you over the edge, and you cried out his name as you came, your body shuddering with the force of your orgasm.
"That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Come for me. I want to feel you."
He didn't stop, his thrusts becoming even more relentless as he chased his own release. The sensation of him moving inside you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, was almost too much to bear. But it felt so good, so perfect.
"I need to hear you again," he groaned, his rhythm never faltering. "Come for me again, sweetheart. Let me feel you."
You moaned loudly, your body responding to his words and his touch. The pleasure built quickly, and you felt another orgasm rushing through you. "Sannie, I'm coming," you gasped, your body trembling with the intensity.
"Good girl," he growled, his thrusts becoming even rougher. "I love it when you come for me. You're so beautiful."
You cried out as you came again, the pleasure washing over you in powerful waves. San continued to thrust deeply, his own moans mixing with yours as he pushed you both to the brink.
He pulled out of you and flipped you, positioning you on your hands and knees. He groaned at the sight, his hands gripping your hips as he lined himself up and thrust deeply inside you again.
"God, yes," he moaned, his voice filled with lust. "You look so perfect like this."
He set a punishing rhythm, his hips driving into you with a force that made you cry out in pleasure. One hand was on your hip while the other was on your neck, pushing you towards him as he thrust powerfully. "You're mine," he growled, his voice thick with possession. "All mine."
"Yes, Sannie," you gasped, your body rocking with each thrust. "I'm yours. Always."
He reached around, his fingers finding your clit again and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt another orgasm building quickly. "San, I'm going to come," you moaned, your voice shaking with need.
"Do it," he commanded, his thrusts becoming even rougher. "Come for me, baby. I need to feel you."
You cried out his name as you came, your body shuddering with the intensity. San groaned loudly, his own release following quickly as he filled you with his warmth.
For a long moment, you both stayed like that, your bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. San slowly pulled out of you, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into his arms.
"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love. "So beautiful, so perfect."
You smiled, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "I love you, San," you whispered, your voice full of truth.
"I love you too," he replied, his eyes soft with emotion. "More than anything."
He kissed your forehead before slowly getting up from the bed, carefully pulling away from you. "Stay here, my love. I'll be right back," he said softly. You nodded, your body still tingling from the intensity of your lovemaking.
He returned a few moments later with a warm, damp cloth and a bottle of water. He climbed back onto the bed, gently spreading your legs and starting to clean you up. His touch was tender, every movement filled with care and love.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft as he wiped you clean.
"I'm a bit sore," you admitted, your voice a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.
San's eyes filled with concern, and he gently caressed your thigh. "I'm sorry, baby. I'll be gentler next time."
You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "Please don't. I like it rough."
He paused, then a slow grin spread across his face. "Oh, you do, do you?" he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "My little baby likes it rough, huh?"
You blushed, feeling a surge of warmth at his playful tone. You slowly nodded.
San chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "Well, I'll keep that in mind for next time," he said, leaning down to kiss you softly. "But I'll still make sure you're taken care of, no matter what."
After he finished cleaning you up, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around both of you. He held you close, his hand gently stroking your back in soothing circles. The warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat were incredibly comforting.
"Are you okay?" he asked again, his voice filled with love and concern.
You nodded, feeling completely at ease in his embrace. "Yes, Sannie. I'm more than okay. I'm perfect."
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good. I want you to always feel perfect with me."
You nestled closer to him, your head resting on his chest. "I do, San. I always have."
love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with happiness.
For a while, you both lay there in comfortable silence, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking and the deep connection you shared. San's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, his touch soothing and reassuring.
"Do you need anything else?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.
You shook your head, feeling completely content. "Just you," you said, your voice filled with love. "I just need you."
"You have me," he replied, his voice tender. "Always."
He continued to hold you, his presence a comforting anchor as you both began to drift off to sleep. The night had been intense, but the love and care San showed you in the aftermath made everything feel even more special.
As you drifted back to sleep, feeling safe and loved in San's arms, a soft buzzing sound interrupted the serene quiet of the room. San frowned, his protective instincts kicking in as he realized it was your phone on his bedside table. He gently eased out of your embrace, making sure not to wake you, and reached for the phone.
The screen displayed a message from Yeonjun.
[Junnie] Where are you? Who are you with?
San's jaw tightened with anger, but he decided to ignore the message. However, the phone buzzed again, another message from Yeonjun.
[Junnie] I know you're at San's. You're such a whore.
San felt a surge of rage, his blood boiling at the audacity of Yeonjun's words. He couldn't let that slide. Carefully, he unlocked your phone and typed out a response, his fingers flying over the screen with determination.
[You] Yes, she's with me. And she's much better off here than she ever was with you. Donât ever think of insulting her ever again. - San
He hit send, feeling a grim satisfaction as the message was delivered. He knew it might escalate things, but he couldn't stand the thought of Yeonjun continuing to harass you, especially after everything you'd been through.
San placed the phone back on the bedside table and glanced at you. You were still sound asleep, your face peaceful and content. He gently kissed your forehead, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over him.
"You're safe with me," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Sliding back into bed, San pulled you into his arms again, wrapping the blanket around both of you. The warmth of your body against his was soothing, calming the anger that still simmered within him. He stroked your hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.
As he lay there, his thoughts kept returning to Yeonjun's messages. The anger flared again briefly, but then he looked at you, peaceful in his arms, and he felt a deep sense of purpose. He would protect you, no matter what.
With that vow in his heart, San closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a sense of calm. The events of the night played through his mind, a whirlwind of passion, love, and anger, but ultimately, a sense of rightness settled over him. You were with him, where you belonged, and he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy.
As sleep finally began to claim him, San held you close, his protective embrace a silent promise of his unwavering support and love. The future was uncertain, but with you in his arms, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. And with that comforting thought, he drifted off to sleep, the warmth of your presence his greatest solace.
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Nothing Worth Saying Aloud
Logan Howlett x fem reader
A/N: This one is short n' sweet! Inspired by the song "Need 2" by Pinegrove which I had first heard because I read this one shot that used that song as inspiration! Theirs is much better I'll be real but I had this festering in my brain for too long every time I'd play that song on repeat
Summary: Misunderstanding and miscommunication makes for a terrible combination that leaves you feeling like you've had your heart ripped from your chest
Warnings: Angsty as all hell, a lil' bit of fluff at the end, that's really it!
Word Count: 2K
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Youâd gone through a couple break ups in your life, a handful of failed situation-ships that ended awkwardly - even a long term relationship or two - but all the heartbreak youâd experienced couldnât compare to the chest-crushing agony you experienced now.
The terrible moment of facing the music; accepting what couldnât be, even if you wanted it more than anything.
Logan was not into you and he was never going to be.
You had to confront that when youâd gone down the stairs of the mansion one night to get a glass of water, almost certain you were the only person awake. That was until youâd stopped short in the hallway, seeing Logan and Jean standing with their backs to you. You couldnât hear their conversation and didnât think anything of it until you watched his arm snake around her shoulders, pulling her into him for a hug.
Your stomach sank. You really should have known.
The way he talks to her, looks at her, is always there to help her; it must have been obvious to anyone but you. Youâd been friends for so long that you were almost dumbfounded that you never realized, probably too blinded by your own rose colored glasses.
You turned on your heel immediately, climbing the stairs to hide in your bedroom. Your chest felt heavy and your skin felt like it was on fire. You never ended up sleeping that night, too sick to think of anything else but Jean and Logan.
That was maybe two weeks ago now and youâd avoided Logan every day since as best you could. Youâd gone from being nearly inseparable to speaking only when you had to. Heâd try his best to get you to talk to him about anything at all but you only gave him one word answers. He even tried to keep you after training one day, gently having a hold on your bicep.
âHey, whatâs going on with you?â He asked bluntly. He tried to look you in the eyes but they were nearly glued to the metal floor of the basement corridor, your hair falling in your face.
âNothingâs wrong. Iâm fine, Logan, really,â you were able to mutter out, somehow keeping your voice from cracking. Before he could interrogate you further, you shrugged yourself out of his soft grip and speed-walked to the elevator, tears flowing the second you turned away from him.
You were not fine. Your eyes were always red and puffy from crying yourself to sleep and everyone could tell something was off.Â
Ororo even stopped you in the hallway outside your bedroom one night, begging you to tell her what was wrong and what she could do to help.
âItâs nothing, I - â you had started to dismiss her, but she was having none of it.Â
âStop with that! Enough! You need to tell me whatâs up or Iâm gonna have to force it out of you somehow and you know I do not wanna do that. Now tell me.â
You sighed, never picking your gaze up from the floor.Â
âCome here, I donât want anyone to hear me,â you beckoned her into your room.
She sat by your side at the edge of the bed as you confessed what you had seen and how badly it had torn you apart, rubbing your back gently when you choked out a sob.
âHoney,â she cooed, pushing some hair from your face and wiping a tear away, âI think you need to talk to him. This is gonna eat you up inside if you donât and I think maybe it couldâve been a misunderstanding.â
âI donât know, âro. I canât even look at him without feeling like Iâm gonna burst into tears,â you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the collar of your t-shirt.
âThink about it. I canât tell you what to do, but I think you really should. And if it was what it looked like, sweetheart, this is not the end of the world,â she reminded you.
âIt sure does feel like it,â you joked, tears still rolling down your cheeks.
âI know,â she sighed, patting your back gently, âtalk to him.â
You nodded and she left the room, reminding you to come find her if you needed anything at all.
You thought her words over and ultimately still hid in your room the next day, skipping training to rot in bed in sweatpants and a tank top. The thought of having to confess to Logan that you were really in love with him was far too paralyzing. It almost made you sick If you thought about it too long.
You knew it wasnât a good idea to keep shuffling sad songs on repeat and yet you did, keeping your CD player at a low volume so you wouldnât bother anyone and they wouldnât bother you. Your hair was a mess and you were glad that at the very least, youâd had enough energy to shower that morning after three days of not doing so. You held your knees to your chest while laying on your side, burying your face into your pillow to muffle your wailing sobs.Â
Logan was downstairs at the same time, making his way towards the stairs, only to run into Scott.
âHey, can I ask you something?â Logan spoke, stopping him with a hand on his upper arm.
Even through Scottâs glasses, Logan could tell he was glaring suspiciously.
âAbout what? Why?â
Logan said your name, looking around to be sure they were alone in the hallway.
Scottâs expression softened and he leaned against the wall, waiting for him to explain.
âDo you know whatâs up with her? She wonât talk to me, she hasnât in two weeks. She wonât even look at me. Has she said anything to you?â Logan spewed out, rubbing the back of his neck as a nervous tic.Â
âNo, your girlfriend didnât mention anything,â he teased, shaking his head, âbut hey, just talk to her. Youâve been close for a while now, you just have to confront her.â
âSheâs not my - okay, whatever. Yeah, Iâm gonna go talk to her. Maybe sheâs in her room,â Logan sighed.
âSheâs always in her room lately. If thereâs anyone that can pull her out of it, it would be you.â
He quickly thanked Scott and finally reached the stairs. He had been walking through the hall, finding your bedroom door and stopping when he heard a noise he couldnât quite make out. He heard you sniffle and his heart dropped.
You were crying.
He tried to give you your space, work through whatever it was that was bothering you, but it broke him to see you the way you were and his prodding didnât seem to help. Still, he didnât know how much longer he could let you dodge him in the halls or live with the fact that you wouldnât even look at him anymore. He had planned to talk to you that day, but you rarely came out of your room now.
So, he laid a hand on your doorknob, turning it slowly. He wouldâve knocked - he always did - but every time he had recently, you laid silent and pretended not to be in the room. He always knew you were, recognizing the smell of your perfume behind the door.Â
The door cracked open a few inches and he saw you, curled in a ball in your bed with your face in your pillow. Your shoulders moved up and down as you sobbed, gripping the pillow so hard that your knuckles turned white.
Thereâs no way Logan could leave you like this. He slid into the room and closed the door gently, but you could hear the click of the knob over your music.
Your head shot up and you saw Logan standing with his back to your door, an almost devastated look on his face.
âOh god, Logan, please, donât - â you choked out, turning your face so he couldnât see you and waving him away. Out of everyone you wanted to see right now, he was at the bottom of the list because this was humiliating.Â
Heâd seen your bloodshot eyes and pink nose, your cheeks wet with tears. There was no way you could tell him you werenât crying.
âYou have to talk to me. Please, what did I do?â
The last thing you wanted was for him to think it was all his fault. It wasnât, really. He didnât do anything to hurt you on purpose; He couldnât have known it would upset you in the slightest or that you were even in the hallway that night.Â
âNothing, Logan, please, just go away - â you begged, still facing away with your face buried in your hands.
âIâm not leaving till you tell me whatâs going on,â he said firmly, âyou wonât even look at me. I donât know what I did, but Iâm sorry. Whatever it is, Iâll make it up to you.â
You still had your face buried in your hands when you felt the bed dip as he came to sit beside you.
âI miss you, you know. You wonât train with me anymore, you wonât come out with me, you won't talk to me. Please, I donât know what to apologize for if you donât tell me.â
His voice so close to you made your heart ache. You wanted to just hug him, tell him you missed him too, but you sat paralyzed. He really wasnât going anywhere until you said something.
You removed your hands from your face, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. You took a long inhale, closing your eyes and trying not to let your voice crack.
âItâs nothing worth me saying aloud,â you muttered, gnawing on your bottom lip. You felt like you needed to, though - like a lump in your throat that you couldnât cough up.Â
âPlease,â Loganâs voice was quiet, his hand arm coming to rest around your waist.
You squeezed your eyes shut and scrunched your face in an attempt not to cry even harder when he touched you. You had wanted him to for so long, but not like this.Â
You inhaled sharply, standing up as you did so to pace around your room. You couldnât sit still with his hand on you.
âI - â, you tried to speak, the words getting lodged in your throat, â itâs not your fault. Iâm not mad at you, itâs not that.â
âThen, what? Tell me. You know Iâd do anything to help.â
He would, and thatâs what made it all hurt so much worse; how sweet he could be to you. You reminded yourself that he was also probably like that with Jean and you shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the thought.Â
âItâs so stupid, Logan, really - â
âPretty girl, itâs not stupid if itâs making you cry.â
Pretty girl. He probably called her that too.
Fuck, you couldnât get it out of your head no matter how bad you wished you could.
âUgh,â you groaned, leaning your head back to stare at the ceiling. Maybe it would be easier to spit it out when you werenât looking at him. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to get it all out in one go.
âA couple weeks ago, I went downstairs in the middle of the night and I saw you and Jean.â
You couldnât see his expression, but Loganâs eyebrows were furrowed, completely lost on what exactly it was that you saw.
âAnd itâs so fucking stupid, I know, but I - â, you choked back a sob, âfuck. Logan, I love you. Iâm sorry. Iâm in love with you, I donât know how to handle it, not when I know nothings ever gonna happen.â
When you didnât hear a response, you dreaded the moment you finally tore your eyes from your ceiling. Logan was still in the same spot at the edge of the bed, a dumbfounded expression on his face.
âSweet heart - â, he began, but it only hurt you more to hear him call you stuff like that.
âLogan, please, I know, just - I donât want it to be a big deal and you donât have to give me the rejection speech, trust me.â
âAre you gonna let me explain?â His tone was mildly frustrated, though he was still clearly worried about you.
You sighed, hands on your hips as you stood almost completely across the room. He got up to meet you where you were. He wanted to put his hands on your shoulders but he could tell you didnât want to be touched.
âExplain what?â You muttered, gaze glued to the floor when he stood in front of you.
âThereâs nothing going on between Jean and I.â
Seeing that your expression never changed, he continued.
âI think I know what you saw. I hugged Jean, thatâs what youâre talking about, right?â
You swallowed hard, dreading any details he wanted to spill. You still didnât believe that there was nothing, convinced he was lying to save your feelings. You nodded anyway, still looking at the floor.
âI gave Jean a hug because her and Scott got into a fight. She said she fucked up and wanted my advice, I hugged her and that was all. Honey, Iâm telling you, nothings going on.â
You were nearly turning pink at the realization that he was being truthful.Â
âAnd another thing,â he began again, tentatively pulling your hands from your hips so he could hold them in his, âyou think I donât love you?â
You finally met his gaze then and his heart broke when he saw your watery eyes. He brought a hand up to wipe your tears, leaving it there to cup your face while his other still held your hand.Â
âI love you. Iâm in love with you, too. I donât feel that way about Jean at all. I thought it was obvious, but I guess neither of us have the greatest communication skills, huh?â He laughed a little, nervously waiting for you to finally say something.
You were still soaking in his words, first about Jean and then about you.Â
âReally?â You squeaked, unable to say anything more.
âReally, baby,â he said sweetly, continuing to wipe away your tears.
You sniffled and leaned into his touch, happy to just be near him again.
âI missed you too, you know. I miss everything about you. I just couldnât look at you when I thought - I donât know, when I thought you couldnât love me like that. Oh god, Iâm so stupid, Logan, Iâm so sorry - â you began to apologize and he cut you off, shaking his head.
âNone of that, câmere,â he pulled you into him gently, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to hug you.Â
You smiled into his t-shirt. You missed the smell of his cologne, the warmth of him, the way he called you sweet names. You had your arms wrapped around his neck, standing on your toes to do so.
âI love you, Princess. Iâm so glad I get to say it,â he mumbled into your hair, neither one of you letting go of the other, âand Iâm a dumbass for not saying something sooner and letting you think all that.â
âNo, Iâm a dumbass because I shouldâve said something sooner instead of assuming. I was just terrified, I guess.â
âNo more being terrified, right?â He pulled away a little to look in your eyes.
You nodded, a smile on your face for the first time in weeks. You both stood there in the middle of your bedroom, frozen in an embrace with your eyes locked on each other.
âCan I kiss you?â He whispered, his hand rubbing up and down your back reassuringly, âyou can say no if itâs too soon -â
You leaned up to press your lips to his, not wanting to waste any more time than you already have. He kind of grunted in surprise, relaxing into your touch when you ran your fingers through his hair at the back of his head. It was better than you could have ever imagined. His lips were so soft and he was so gentle with how he held you that your knees couldâve buckled. He pulled away reluctantly after a few seconds, planting a kiss on your forehead.
âI didnât wanna ruin anything,â he explained, tucking your hair behind your ear, âyou know, just being with you. I wouldâve swallowed it all down to be just your friend if it meant I wouldn't lose you.â
You brought both of your hands to cup his face, scratching lightly at his mutton chops, âReally?â
He nodded, kissing your forehead, your cheek and your lips again. It was sickeningly sweet, making you giggle into the kiss.
âWhatâs so funny?âÂ
âNothinâ. Just really happy.â
âMe too, pretty girl. Hey, you owe me a couple of movie nights, by the way.â
âRace you to the TV?â
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A/N: ik this ones pretty short but it was rotting in my google docs so here u go <3 pls like and reblog if you enjoyed!
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Sink Your Teeth In Me
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Neighbor!Reader
Summary: You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itselfâhe gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.
Word Count: 4.8k
Warning(s): spooky fun vibes / smut / fluff / female reader / mutual pining / love bites / dirty talk / unprotected sex / pet names / 18+ mdni / sprinkles (who am I kidding it might be a little more than just sprinkles) of possessive Bucky / breast play / a tiny moment of drinking / smut with little plot
Prompt(s): human (vampire costume) / treat (fluff, smut) / neighbor / âWhy are you looking at me like that?â + âSpread them. Further.â + âYouâre pretty like that.â + âThere you go. Doing so good for me.â àœàœČâ€ïžàœàŸ
a/n: uhhhhh this is what happens when you let me write while on medication post surgery lol please ignore how late this is, your girl was going through it đ This is for @buck-star âs Trick or Treat fun đ𧥠Also based on this ask she sent me, so this is for you Sydney đ€đ§Ą. I hope you all enjoy!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! â€ïžđŠâ€ïž
vampire divider ⥠// main masterlist ⥠// bucky masterlist âĄ
Youâve heard all the superstitions about the full moon before. The way it seemingly makes people act strangelyâfar from themselves. The word lunatic and lunacy are tied to the moon as well, having been believed to incite mania in people. An unrecognizable version of themselves whose impulses bordered on primal. Tonight was no exception to such superstitions as the full moon hung high in the sky on Halloween. Promising to pull the sentiments from the deepest depths of each person out into the open.Â
However, in this instance, an argument could be made that the moon was not at fault for how your pulse quickened or how your heart hammered in your chest. No, not even if the moonâs glow reflected in Buckyâs eyes so beautifully that they resembled a pair of sapphires staring right back at you. Freezing you to your spot right outside his door.Â
The moon was also certainly not telling you to push Bucky into his home and crash your lips onto his until your lungs begged for air. No, oh no, that was all you.Â
âYou here to drive a stake through my heart, doll?â Buckyâs playful tone broke you from your trance, biting his bottom lip as he held back a smug grin. A flicker of something bewitching crosses his eyes as they search yours for an answer.Â
You shifted on your feet, mortification prickling your skin as you collected yourself. âI might if you donât keep those fangs to yourself,â you quip, tapping his chest with the fake wooden stake in your hand, trying to disperse the attention away from the way you had ogled Bucky. You wouldnât say you had a thing for vampires, but his costume was giving him this mystic allure that was fueling an unspoken desire you had been harboring for him since you met half a year ago.
Buckyâs vampire costume was far from the cheesy kind you could find at any corner pop-up Halloween storeâit was quite the opposite. Bucky dawned on a crisp white dress shirt underneath a black vest that wrapped around his torsoâemphasizing his broad build. A few buttons on the shirt were undone, revealing just enough skin to make your eyes wander. His black trousers fit his legs as if they had been tailored perfectly to their length. His velvet cape was an onyx color with a deep crimson lining that swayed behind him at every movement. To top it off, a pair of fangs poked out from his smile that sent a shiver down your spine from their playful danger.Â
He certainly looked the part of a vampireâdreamily menacing in the best way.Â
A deep chuckle leaves his lips, his eyes glinting mischievously as he winks at you, âDon't worry, doll. I wonât bite unless you ask me nicely.â His words bore a hint of a promise that caused your heart to skip a beat. Flirting with him wasnât unusualâyouâve been doing it since you became neighborsâdespite that, tonight, it felt different.
You let out a sound between a snort and a laughâpushing away the heat that wants to spark itself into a flame, âIâll pass on the biting, thanks, but I would appreciate a drink before we head out.â Your words are punctuated with an expression he can never say no to.Â
When Bucky is met with your soft eyes and sweet smile, that appeals to him like no otherâthereâs no way he can say no. He opens the door wider for you to step inside, welcoming you into his home with a passing comment that he could use a drink too. You walk in with a familiarity as if the home were your own. Whichâif you asked Buckyâit might as well be. You spend so much time here heâd go so far as to say this was more your place than his.
He didnât mind that. On the contrary, this place hadnât felt like home until you came into his life. Since you started coming around, these four walls transformed with your presenceâtraces of you woven into every corner. The stray hair ties that lay scattered throughout the rooms, a few of your sweaters in his closest in exchange for stealing some of his, the cat mug you claimed as yours, and your latest read left unfinished on his coffee table to be picked up and continued while he cooked dinner for you two on his nights off. All these little things and more made his house warmer, fuller, and undeniably a home. Turning this space into something he longed to come back to every night.Â
You close his front door and follow him to his kitchen, the butterflies in the pit of your stomach not going away. Not that they ever did in his presence, but on some days it was easier to ignore the fluttering.Â
Today would not be that kind of day.Â
He reaches up into his cupboards, taking out two crystal glasses while idly chatting about the Halloween party Sam was throwing. You werenât listening, mind elsewhere as you attempted to distract the inappropriate thoughts away, simply watching as he promptly poured out two servings of wine. He handed one to you, his hand brushing against yours at the motionâsending a jolt of electricity through it. You grip the glass a little tighter than you should and hastily take a sip.Â
You would definitely need more than one drink.Â
âAre you even listening, doll?â Bucky was staring at you with an amused expression, wine glass hovering at his lips as he called out your inattentiveness. Your attention gets brought back to his mouth which no longer hosts the fake fangs. He had removed them so as to not stain them with the wine.Â
When had he done that? How long had the passage of time escaped you?
A warmth found its way to your face, trying to hide behind the crystal glass in your hand. Bucky knew you werenât listening to him and his only theory as to why was clued in by the fact that your gaze continued to drift to his lips.Â
âHuh? Oh, I wasâitâs justâŠâ you trail off trying to find an excuse, but when you canât find oneâor at least one you can tell himâyou concede. âSorry, what did you say?â He leans against the counter at your question, a smirk dancing on his lips. His eyes darken ever so slightly, as he ponders how far he can take the flirting tonight.Â
âI said you look good, doll. I really like your costume,â he repeats his unheard compliment, shamelessly raking his eyes over your form. You gulp the rest of the wine in your cupâthe spark of tension reigniting. Bucky couldnât tear his eyes away from how the black lacy gothic corset top hugged your breasts perfectly, and the matching leather pants clung to you like a second skinâleaving nothing to the imagination. And to Buckyâs added torture, you decided to strap a leather harness to your thighs that he had to resist the urge to grasp by the straps and pull you flush against his frame so you could feel how hard you made hisâ
Bucky stopped himself from letting his mind wander to places that would cause all of his blood to rush south.Â
You looked down at your costume, not thinking much of it when putting it together. When Bucky told you he was dressing up as a vampire you thought it would be fitting to dress up as a vampire hunter. You were on a budget though, so between your closet and thrifting you came up with the outfit youâre wearing now.Â
âThanks, Bucky. You definitely did a better job though,â you compliment him, thinking that if anyone deserved praise for their costumeâit was him. Bucky shakes his head, taking another sip of his wine, âNot me. Sam. Heâs dressing up as a twenties mobster, so he let me borrow his costume from last year. Apparently, he goes all out every Halloween.âÂ
âDoes he? Canât wait to see how the party turned out then,â you comment, your nerves over meeting his friends for the first time bubbling its way into your system. Bucky gives you a small smile, the sight easing your anxieties ever so slightly, âSpeaking of whichâwe should probably head out now. The party starts soon and Samâs due to blow up my phone any second now,â he grumbles, finishing off the rest of his wine. A single deep red droplet runs down the corner of his mouth. Your fingers itch to wipe it off, but instead his tongue darts out to catch itâlicking his lips in the process. A soft intake of breath was heard from you, an instinctive response to what he had done. The subtle sound revealing more than words ever could.Â
Thereâs a shift in the airâitâs inevitableâyou both feel it.Â
The space between you is now charged, the kitchen feeling smaller and yet the space between you two, too far apart. Buckyâs eyes shine with a gentle intensity as he saunters over to you. Delicately towing at the lines you both wish to cross tonight.Â
Your eyes search his for his intentions the closer he gets. Trying to decipher what you can as his left arm reaches out behind you to grab his keysâmomentarily caging you. Your lower back presses against the counter, heart stuttering in your chest as the scent of cedar and spice from his cologne encases you.
âYeah we shouldâŠâ you swallow hard, voice barely audible as your eyes lock on his lips, the wine having stained them a deep crimson color. Resembling that of a vampireâs after theyâve feasted on the blood of another. A rich shiver makes its way down your spineâone he easily catches. This emboldens him, his own eyes travel down your face and then further down to observe the way your breasts strain against the corset.
Bucky was tempted to sink his teeth, and something else, into you.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you found your voice somewhere between the longing that plagued you and the urge to pull him closer.
âLike what, doll?âÂ
âLike youâre seconds away from changing everything between us.âÂ
When those words leave your lips, Bucky knows thereâs no point in denying it. âMaybe because I am,â he responds in a low murmur, before wasting not another second and crashing his lips against yours. His hands finding purchase at your hips and giving a light squeeze. Your lips part in a soft gasp at the sensation, his touch kindling the craving youâve had for him from the moment you stepped foot into his house. Your hands find their way to his robe, the velvet soft underneath your fingertips as you pull him closer, wanting to leave no space for air between you.Â
Buckyâs on the verge of losing his mind with your body pressed so close to his. His tongue prods gently at your mouth seeking entranceâsomething you eagerly give. When your tongues tangle you let out a soft moan that teeters on a whimper and it stirs something deep in his gut. He so desperately wants to pull more sounds out of you, but he needs to know you want this as much as he does.Â
He pulls away from the kiss momentarily, resting his forehead against yours to catch his breath. Your hands relax and let go of his robe to rest against his chest instead. Savoring the way oxygen finds its way into your lungs again.Â
âTell me to stop and I willâŠâ Bucky swallows hard as he says this. His mind reeling as he tries to calm the tightness in his pants. You shake your head, âI wonât. I want this, Bucky. I want you,â to assure him of your words, you pull him in by the loops of his dress pants, rolling your hips slowly against his bulge causing him to hiss at the pleasure.Â
âFuck, doll. The things you do to me.âÂ
âShow me.â
Your plea makes Bucky throw all hesitation out the window. Grabbing onto the straps of the harness at your thighs to press you into him and grind against youâgroaning at the friction. You reach up and card your fingers through his hair to pull him down for another searing kiss. Your mouths moving with a sense of urgency and purpose. Needing to make up for all those days you only let yourselves flirt and never truly gave in to what you really wanted.Â
The spark of desire bursts into embers as the intensity of the kisses increasesâtongues dancing, teeth clashing, and your breaths entwined as you lose yourselves to the taste of one another. Every inch of your skin titilating in anticipation for Buckyâs touch. Itâs evident you both need more, so Bucky snakes his hands down to cup your ass, hiking you up and around his waist to carry you over to the nearest surface.Â
âYouâre. So. Goddamn. Beautiful,â Bucky punctuates every word with nips to your jawline as he places you on the granite island. Your fingers brush past the edge of something plastic as you steady yourself on the cool surface. Your eyes reflexively look over and see the fake fangs Bucky had on earlier. Your remember the way they looked on him and your mind wanders to what his own teeth can do.
âBite me,â the words slip out before you register how demanding they may sound. A deep rumble resonates from Bucky as he laughs at the way you said it. He removes himself from your jawline to get a good look at youâhis cock twitching at the sight of you.Â
Your chest heaved with exertion from all the air Bucky stole from you, your breasts threatening to spill out from your corsetâlips swollen and pupils blown wide with desire. Knowing that this was your reaction to his kisses, to his touch, to him before youâve even gotten to the main partâBucky had to stop himself from coming undone then and there knowing he had such an effect on you.Â
âDidnât I say you had to ask nicely, doll?â he mocks playfully, eliciting a needy whine from you. The sound goes straight to his dick as it painfully aches to be inside you. He doesnât think he can hold out much longer, as much as heâs enjoying the kisses.Â
âSpread them. Further,â Bucky mutters the command into your lips, his hands sliding up your legs. You oblige his request, giving him more space to settle between your thighs. Your fingers thread through his hair as he trails open-mouthed kisses down to your pulse pointânipping and sucking hard enough to leave marks.
Bucky relishes in the soft whines and whimpers that leave you whenever he bites down just enough to hit the bliss point between pain and pleasureâsoothing any remaining sting with his tongue. He catches the way your nipples harden underneath your corsetâpressing against the fabricâmaking him crave a taste.Â
âGonna mark you up pretty girlâeverywhere,â the low murmur of a promise is sealed into your skin, teeth grazing your neck delicately as he holds off on marking you there for the time being. His fingers hastily unhook the clasps of your corset, your breasts spilling out. He cups them in his hands, kneading the soft flesh while you moan copiously. Bucky greedily swallows every single one.Â
His head dips down to pepper kisses across the valley of your breasts before dragging his tongue across one hardened nippleâteasing you as your breathing grew ragged. Your chest arches into him, moaning out his name as he moves to the other breast. Taking the unkissed bud into his mouth and sucking on it with a hunger that borders on savage.
âI know I said bite me, but watch those teeth.âÂ
âIâll be good, doll. Iâll be real good to you.âÂ
He chuckles against your breast, causing delicious vibrations that send shivers down your spine. He moves over to the other nipple, giving it a playful nip that causes you to hiss out a watch it. He laughs again, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face as he continues to worship your breasts. The pleasure shoots straight to the throbbing between your legs, your underwear dampening.Â
Nimble fingers find their way to his dress shirt and vest where you do your best to unbutton as much as you can, needing to see and touch more of him. You run your fingers down the hard planes of his chest and absâyour touch leaving heat in its wake. Bucky continues to lavish attention to your sensitive buds, his lips swirling and sucking the peaks insatiably.Â
When his lungs burn for air he reluctantly releases your nipple with a wet popâpulling away to see the evidence heâs left on your skin. âMmm, youâre pretty like that dollâall marked up by me,â his fingers trailing and tracing over the marks heâs left on your neck, your collarbone, and your breasts. His thumb brushing over them with feather-like touches as an almost affectionate gesture. Your body shudders at the possessive gleam in his eyesâone that only intensifies the more his gaze lingers on your skin.Â
Youâve never seen him look at you like this beforeâand you didnât mind it. Not one bit.
âBuckyâŠpleaseâŠI need more of you.â
âI know, baby. Iâll give you what you need.âÂ
As if the word baby wasnât enough to have your heart leap out of your chestâBuckyâs fingers toying with the harness at your thighs, and the button of your pants certainly did. Swiftly, he proceeds to undo it all and the zipper. You eagerly help him slip it all off, and when his gaze meets the soaked front of your seamless cotton panties, a husky growl reverberates in his chest. His fingers hook at the edges while his teeth graze along the front of the fabric. The action takes your breath away, your heart racing a mile a minute. His hooded eyes bore into yours as he takes the fabric between his teeth and drags it down your body, baring your slick folds to himâhe groans at the sight.Â
âFuck, doll, so ready for me.â
Bucky takes your panties and pockets them. Just as you're about to give him shit for it, he springs up to kiss your lips fervently. Hands at your thighs massaging the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing ever so slightly where you need him most. All prior thoughts are forgotten as you reach for Bucky's belt, desperately removing all obstacles until you can easily slide your hand into his pants. You palm over the bulge in his boxers, stroking him through the fabric. Your eyes widen at the feel of his size causing him to grin at you wolfishly.
âSomething the matter, doll?âÂ
âNothing I canât handle.âÂ
Your confident tone provokes a deep rumble in Buckyâs throat. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of your arousing touch. He pulls his pants and boxers down and off, freeing his cock. It springs forth, long and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. "Got me all worked up, baby. Just look at itâfuck," his voice is thick with lust, guiding your hand to wrap around his shaft. Your hand glides against him, causing him to let out a low grunt followed by the neediest moans. His nose brushes against yours as he tries not to entirely lose himself to the sheer pleasure that courses through him at your touch.Â
Almost desperately, he leans in to capture your mouth again, kissing you deeply, his hips rocking into your hand at the rhythm of your movements. His flesh hand grabs the back of your neck to keep you close as he devours you, while his metal one trails up between your thighsâthe coolness teasing the delicate skinâcontrasting the heat that builds with the kiss. You moan into it, reveling in the feel of Buckyâs length in your hand as you stroke him slowly, becoming familiar with it.Â
Bucky groans into your mouth, a resonant growl of pure want. His fingers go higher up your thighs until the cool metal grazes against your center, drawing out a whimper from you. Your thighs part further in response causing him to smirk against your lips. A smirk that falls into a ravenous hiss as his fingers brush your folds, the sick arousal coating them as he dips to circle your entrance teasinglyâyour hips bucking in response.Â
âBuckyâŠâ his name falls from your mouth with a carnal yearning that snaps Bucky's control entirely. His hands grip your hips to pull you closer to himâbalancing you on the edge of the counter. He takes hold of his cock, positioning himself at your entrance, the head brushing against your cunt. Your patience is nonexistent at this point.Â
âBucky, if you tell me to ask nicely I swear to ahââ Bucky cuts off your whiny gripe with one swift thrust, burying himself inside you until he fills you completely. âWhat was that?â his cheeky question does little to hide heâs just as overwhelmed with how good it feels as you are. Yet, with the cockiest grin, he drinks up your hazy expression as you adjust to his thickness.Â
Something shifts inside him when you look at him with soft adoring eyes, filling his heart with a thing that can only be called love. It causes him to pepper kissesâgentle and tenderâall over your face to help ease the achy stretch. You melt into them, so contrastingly soft to the prior ones that your heart does a little flip. The deeper feelings behind them not lost on you. Even more so when he whispers the sweetest words of devotion at every kiss. How beautiful you are, how good you feel, how good he wants to make you feel, how heâs dreamed of this, and so much more. All the meanwhile, his thumbs massage comforting circles into your hips.Â
âThere you go. Doing so good for me, doll,â he praises you when he starts to feel your hips slowly move against himâpleasure replacing the ache. He reciprocates your desire, rocking into you slowly, letting you feel every inch until he goes as deep as possible once moreâboth of you calling out each otherâs name by the time youâve fully adjusted.Â
Itâs like this at firstâslow and deepâdragging out each thrust to savor the sensation of intimacy. Breathy kisses with exchanged whispers blend with one another, your hands wrapped around his shoulders to keep him close. Fingers gently tugging on his brown locks at the nape of his neck, which only serves to drive him crazier. Making it hard for him to keep his restraint in check.
âBeen dying to have you, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible,â he groans out, continuing to bury himself deep into your welcoming heat. But itâs not enoughânot for either of you. Not when it does little to help fully unleash all the pent-up hunger that has built up over the course of months. You feel it in the way Bucky grips your hips tight enough to leave bruises to ground himself, and he can feel it in the way your legs wrap around his hips and lock behind himâpushing him in impossibly deeper.
One of you is bound to break soonâand it wonât be you.Â
You cup his face in your hands, eyes glazed over and needy as you tell him, âBucky, donât hold back. Itâs okay. You donât need to hold back,â you assure him, his pace faltering slightly. Buckyâs blue eyes search yours for a reason not to give in. âI donât want to hurt you, Y/n. I donât know if I can trust myself,â the vulnerability in his voice tugs at your heartstrings, your thumbs gently caressing his face to soothe him. He instantly leans into your touch, the comfort it offers addicting.Â
You shake your head, planting a soft kiss on his forehead, âYou wonât. I trust you, Bucky. I told youâI can handle it, babyâplease, baby,â at the term of endearment the rope of restraint inside Bucky snaps. You had never called him baby before, but now that you had Bucky wanted to know what else he had to doâor not doâto keep making you call him baby like that.Â
âKeep calling me baby and youâll get everything you want, beautiful,â Bucky nips at your bottom lipâeyes darkeningâturning his pretty blues into a storm. One thatâs ready to consume you. He grips your hips harder, picking up his pace until heâs pounding into you with reckless abandon, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. You meet his powerful thrusts with equal fervor, a stream of curses and sobs of his name falling from your lips. The counter beneath you shakes and for a moment youâre worried heâs going to break it, but the worry washes away instantly as it feels too good to give a damn.Â
âGonna keep marking you up, doll. Want everyone to see my pretty girl all marked up,â he growls, head dipping down to nip and suck on your neck. Bruising kisses strewn along the delicate skin of your collarbone until his teeth graze your shoulder. Your cunt throbs in time with the relentless onslaught of his cockâbodies synced in pure desire. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss, and every word is a brutal assault on your senses. All filled with his overwhelming want of you.Â
âBucky, s-so good, pleaseâŠâ you plead breathlessly for who knows what. Mind fuzzy and gone, only focusing on the searing pleasure in your veins. Bucky lets out a deep chuckle, lips finding their way to yours, metal hand snaking to palm your breast while his other keeps a tight grip on your hips.âAtta girlâtaking me so well,â he grunts out, cunt fluttering at his praise, causing him to let out a half moan half chuckle. Youâre close to finishing and he can feel it.Â
âCum for me, doll. Be a good girl and cum for me, baby,â Bucky commands, pounding into you with renewed vigor as he works to get you both to your releases. âBabyâŠIâm gonnaâŠIâm close,â you whimper out and Bucky's response to you is immediate, his hips snapping forward even faster, harder. His metal hand lowers between your legs to apply pressure and circles to your clit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the kitchenâthe room forevermore ingrained with the actions of tonight.Â
Your body bows off the counter as you scream out his name, your orgasm crashing over you with a hot intensity. Bucky keeps you close and steady, your inner muscles clamping around him like a viceâtriggering his climax. Bucky lets out a guttural growl of your name, biting down on your shoulder as his release pours out, burying himself to the hilt as he fills you. The intense contractions milking his shaft for all heâs worth.Â
You collapse back onto the counter, chest heaving as you try to catch your breathâbody trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Bucky shudders from the force of his climax, cock twitching and pulsing as the last of his cum drips out. His upper body collapses on top of you, holding you close as his face buries into the crook of your neck, both of you trembling with the aftermath of your coupling. He trails loving kisses from your neck to your shoulder, not wanting to be apart from you.Â
âYou did so good, dollâmy doll,â he mutters into your shoulder, kissing the area he had previously bitten, nuzzling the marks he left. You can only muster a breathless whimper as he gradually pulls out of you, your combined arousal spreading along the inner skin of your thighs and down onto the counter. He raises his head just enough to admire his handiworkâyou, flushed and disheveled, with multiple bite marks and hickeys proudly displayed across your skin.
"I could get used to thisâseeing you like this," Bucky says with a satisfied smirk, his gaze roaming over your figure appreciatively. You let out a breathless laugh, âYeah? I think I could too, babyâŠâ You can feel the way his cock threatens to harden again, the look in his eyes warning you to not push it. He lowers his mouth onto yours again in a hopeless attempt to silence you.Â
âDoll, you canât say it like that. I wonât be responsible for what happens next.â
âWhat about the party, baby?â
That about does it for Bucky.Â
âScrew the party. Iâd rather show my pretty girl, my babyâa good time here,â he mumbles against your lips, his breath hot and uneven as he picks you up from the counter. You giggle out a gasp as he carries you over to his bedroom where he does indeed show you a good timeâa great time, in fact, all night long.Â
Happy Halloween to you.Â
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Bad Idea, Right?
summary: A night of drinking with your friends lands you at your ex boyfriendâs apartment â which is ultimately a bad idea.
pairing: Modern!Aemond x Ex girlfriend!Reader
word count: 3k
warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol consumption, angst, brief mention of drug use, language, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, p in v sex, creampie, Aemond is a fuckboy. 18+ MDNI
note: idk how I feel about this but Modern!Aemond is my weakness, and the grwm of Ewan ruined my life. Feedback is appreciated! Feel free to send me requests!
If someone were to ask you your own personal example of girlhood your answer would be simple: getting ready for a night out with your girlfriends. While going out and partying with your friends was fun, you considered the act of getting ready together art in itself.
It was tradition, a ritual. Filled with laughter, inside jokes, excitement, and anticipation.
Glitter, hairspray, memories. It was your time to bond and let go of everyday stress.
And thatâs where you found yourself right now: sat in front of your best friendâs vanity, large curlers in your hair. The sweet smell of vanilla coming from Rhaenaâs birthday cake scented candle filling the room.
Six months had passed since your breakup with Aemond and the twins had declared that you had spent more than enough time moping. It was time to get you back out in the world.
âIâm so happy that us girls are going out tonight,â Baela said as she finished up applying her mascara.
You involuntarily scoffed at her comment.
âWhat?â She questioned, glaring at you.
âItâs not like itâs just us,â you say matter of factly.
âOh, come on! You know Jace is basically one of us!â
She wasnât wrong. If you had to pick a guy to be in your friend group, it would be Jace Velaryon. He was easy to talk to, kind, considerate. A breath of fresh air from what you were used to. You understood why Baela was into him. Plus, he donned a beautiful set of chocolate colored curls matched with an adorable, toothy, grin.
âDo not beat around the bush, Bae!â You admonished, âI know Cregan will be there too.â
Cregan Stark was Jaceâs best friend. A rugged guy from the North. He had a thick beard and piercing gray-blue eyes. He had quiet confidence, basically a big teddy bear. There was no denying he was rather handsome. Itâs not that you would be opposed to sleeping with him, per say, you just werenât sure if you were ready yet; although Baela begged to differ.
Once the three of you were all ready to go and the Uber was on itâs way, Baela pulled you to the side.
âLook,â she began, holding each of your hands in hers, âI know you're nervous. Youâve been through a lot and it can be hard to put yourself back out there â but you deserve this. Aemondâs out living his life, you have to live yours! Itâs going to be fine! You look incredible, we are going to have a great time.â
Baela, as usual, was right. You were enjoying yourself. You were now on your third drink, tapping your finger nails on the glass as you half heartedly listened to Cregan tell an embarrassing story about Jace from when the two of them were in high school when you felt your phone vibrate.
A text from an unknown number flashed against your screen, paying no mind to it you opened it immediately. Your stomach dropped.
Hey⊠itâs Aemond.
You swore that men had some kind of radar that would let them know when a woman was finally happy without them. When that radar went off, only then was it that they decided to try to contact you again. Not during the months where your heart was left in ruin, not when you would do anything for answers. Only once you were healing, on the brink of reaching that light at the end of the tunnel; they weaseled their way into your life once more to ruin everything â and Aemond was right on schedule.
It had been months since he last contacted you, you felt as though your stomach was gonna fall out, your nervous system in a frenzy.
You could not let him ruin your fun.
âLetâs take a shot of something,â you suggested.
And then your phone buzzed again.
I know itâs been awhile, but I wanted to see how youâre doing?
Been awhile? Thatâs the understatement of the year. He didnât care how you were doing when he broke up with you over a text. He didnât care when the rumor of him sleeping with a professor spread around campus, humiliating you.
Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
Relief washed over you once you saw Baela return with 5 shots of Tequila in hand.
âHeard this makes your clothes come off,â she said as she handed you the shot glass, shooting a wink over to Cregan. You downed the shot quickly, ignoring her comment. The liquid burned down your throat as it settled into your stomach.
Slamming the shot glass onto the table, your head spun and you couldâve sworn you felt your phone vibrate again. You needed air.
âIâll be right back, I need a cigarette.â
âIâll come with you!â Rhaena chirped.
âNo!â You shouted, almost too enthusiastically.
âNo, thatâs okay. I know you hate the smell of smoke, Rhae. Iâll just be a minute.â
With that, you frantically made your way to the patio of the bar. Just as you lit your cigarette a familiar voice called out to you.
âOhhh shit! I knew that was you!â
Now you were sure that the universe was certainly conspiring against you. It was none other than Aegon Targaryen. Aemondâs drunken, perverted, older brother. Wonderful.
Turning on your heel abruptly and puffing smoke out of your nostrils you gave him a reluctant wave.
âHi, Aeg.â
âHow are you?â He asked, wrapping his arms tightly around you, âhow have you been?â
Not sure if it was the liquid courage or the need for someone else to witness the audacity of your ex, but you just shoved your phone into his chest, eyes glued to him as he scrolled through the messages with his eyebrows raised.
âDamn, I never would have thought Aemond to be the type to beg!â he laughed as you shot him a look of disapproval.
âListen,â he said before taking a long drag of his own cigarette, âAemond means well. He was pretty shaken up after you guys broke up.â
Yeah, right. What was there for him to be shaken up about? He broke up with you.
âAnd if you ask me,â he continued through puffs of his cigarette, âyouâre the best thing that ever happened to him.â
âIsnât he seeing someone like, twice our age?â
âNot anymore.â
A pregnant pause filled the air between the two of you as he handed you your phone back.
The conversation was becoming awkward, so Aegon tried to comfort you the only way he knew how.
âI know youâre stressed and all⊠do you, uhhh, want a bump?â
His question took you by surprise.
âA bump? Um, Iâm good, Aeg.. thanks.â
The blonde lifted his hands up in defeat.
âGood call, if you do go see Aemond, I doubt he would be happy about that.â
âIâm not going to see Aemond,â you answer flatly, hitting his arm lightly.
âWell, whatever or whoever you decide to do tonight I wish you luck!â he smirked, âbut, I know our mom would be thrilled if you started to come around again.â
âShe misses me?â you blurted out, the desperation clear in your voice.
âYeah,â Aegon shrugged, âwe all do.â He smiled as his large palm patted against your back before he made his way back inside the bar.
You stood in silence as you finished your cigarette, unsure of what to do when you received yet another text from Aemond. You responded with the first thing that came to your mind.
Have you been drinking?
No. Come over. I want to see you.
Your phone buzzed again, but this time it was a picture. A photo of his cat Vhagar. The elderly feline was sprawled out across his leather couch, the caption reading: âshe misses you too.â
She did not. She only ever liked Aemond.
Well, Iâve been drinking so⊠canât drive.
Where are you? Iâll come get you.
No. He couldnât. You couldnât risk Baela seeing, she would kill you.
Nah. Thatâs okay.
God, this conversation was going nowhere. Why were you entertaining him anyway?
Let me get you an Uber.
Buzz.
Please.
Gods, he was pushy.
Fine đ«
Once you found yourself back inside the bar, you decided to use that last shot of tequila as your reason to leave. You had said something along the lines of the mixture of liquors wasnât agreeing with you and that you were gonna head out. The girls were disappointed, but they understood. Baelaâs only condition is that you were sure to text her once you were home safe. You bid Jace and Cregan goodbye, and even agreed to go out for drinks with them again in the upcoming week.
As you sat in the backseat of the Uber, your palms filled with sweat and your heart raced as you made your way to the other side of the city to Aemondâs new apartment. You couldnât help but feel nervous, wondering how he might react and if this was the right decision. Your mind raced with thoughts and emotions, but you tried to stay composed as you you pulled up to the building.
Aemond was waiting outside the apartment complex for you. His expression was unreadable as he puffed on the last few drags of a cigarette, quickly flicking it to the ground and stomping it out so he could make his way over to you.
âHey,â he greeted, offering a shy smile before extending his arms out to hug you. âIâm glad you decided to come.â
His scent alone was intoxicating. A mixture of nicotine, spearmint toothpaste and musky cologne. Being in his embrace again had your head spinning, you felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. It was almost as if the two of you never parted ways, like he never left. Damn him, you thought to yourself .
âWell, this is my new place,â he said as he opened the door to the lavish apartment. It was absolutely was stunning. Beautiful, mahogany cabinets and stainless steel appliances. The living room was spacious with high ceilings and a giant window that had an incredible view of the city. It was very Aemond-esque. It felt familiar, safe.
You spotted Vhagar on the dark green velvet couch in the center of the room.
You watched carefully as one of her eyes opened, she rose from her spot almost instantly once she spotted you. Making a beeline to Aemondâs bedroom.
âI thought you said she missed me?â you asked playfully.
"I may have lied," Aemond replied, giving you a shy smile.
An hour had gone by and you had spent the majority of it arguing with Aemond about your past. You listened to him attempt to apologize, explaining that it wasnât you, it was him. He made a mistake, heâs changed. You werenât having it, and yet, in the midst of it all, you had found yourself sitting so close to him you were almost on top of him. Mid sentence he had crashed his lips against yours. A rude interruption, for sure â but now, all bets were off.
The kiss was rough and intoxicating, a clash of teeth and tongue. He grazed your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth. Your head spun.
"More," you whispered against his lips, "I need more of you."
Aemond took no time to pick you up and carry you to his bedroom, as he placed you down on his bed gently. You feel his hands tearing off your clothes, striping you down to your underwear. Your heart raced with anticipation and desire. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down your spine. He lowered himself on top of you, reaching his arm up over his shoulder to remove his own shirt.
As he leant back down over you, his tongue trailed from your chin to your lips. A soft moan escaped your throat as he sucked on your lips, taking control of the kiss.
Arousal stirred inside you as he nipped down at your neck, licking and sucking until you arched your back under him, desperate for his touch.
âMissed me baby?â he teased, âbecause I sure missed youâ, his violet eye scanned over your body, blown with lust as he made his way down. His slim fingers ghosted along your stomach, then gripped harshly onto the meaty flesh of your thigh. Your legs parted, letting him know what you wanted. He didn't hesitate, pulling your underwear off with one swoop. Leaving you completely bare in front of him.
âI missed this pretty little pussy too, fuck,â he groaned before biting at your thighs just before lowering his head between them, licking a stripe up your slit. You bucked under him, pushing him harder against you, driving his face deeper into your center.
A low groan left your throat, his name falling from your lips as you tugged at his silver hair and held his face against you. His tongue circled around your clit, the small bud swollen from his attentions. His fingers found their way inside you, exploring your cunt.
His thumb replaced his tongue on your clit as he rubbed harsh figure eights against you. He continued to rub your clit harder. Your breathing quickened, and your body legs began to shake.
"Oh, thereâs my girl. You gonna cum for me?"
The combination of his words and a few more thrusts of his fingers made your mind go completely blank. Your ears rang, your vision blurred so much you had to squeeze your eyes shut, eventually seeing stars. Aemond finger fucked you through your orgasm as you soaked his hand.
You laid there for a moment, total blackness surrounding you until your Aemondâs calm voice brought you back to reality.
âHoly shit. You good baby?â
You nodded your head eagerly at him, âMore than okay.â
After giving you some more time to come down from your first orgasm, Aemond crawled on top of you, as he began to slowly drag his cock between your already swollen folds, swirling the tip in your wetness; almost pushing in, but not quite.
âAem,â you moaned, âplease, I need to feel you. All of you .â
âStill so needy, hm?â He teased as he buried his cock inside you to the hilt. You winced at the length of him.
âLittleeee bit of a stretch baby,â he said as he let you adjust to his size, âthere we go.â
"Oh.. Gods," you moaned. You forgot just how big Aemond was. The stretch was almost unbearable and yet, you craved more. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you.
He began to rock back and forth into you, pumping his cock in and out. The louder you moaned, the harder he pounded into you. Eventually, the head of his cock pressed against your cervix.
"Please, please don't stop," you begged. He began to pound into you harder and faster, the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room. You felt your second orgasm of the night building inside of you as he continued to fuck you.
"Oh, Gods! Aemond, please, youâre going to make me cum again,â you babbled as your orgasm ripped through you once more. Your cunt clenched around his length as the tip of his cock bullied the spongy spot inside you without mercy.
Your slick coated walls contracting around him was all it took for him to lose control. He let out a loud groan as he spilled himself inside you, filling you with his seed as he bit down hard on your neck.
âFuck,â he groaned as the aftermath of his own orgasm coursed through him, his cock still twitching inside of you. After placing a wet kiss on your cheek he positioned himself upright, placing a hand flat on the headboard behind you to help keep balance, he slowly pulled his cock out of you. You winced at the emptiness, a pool of warmth leaking out of your cunt and onto the bed sheets.
âOh, shit. Here, let me help clean you up.â
As you came down from your high, you also came to your senses. No. Him cleaning you up would be too intimate of an act â as if he wasnât just buried inside of you.
âNo, Aem. Itâs fine, I need to go to the bathroom anyway.â
He shrugged, âthere are washcloths under the sink if you need one.â
Your heart sank as the bathroom door shut. A red lacy bra, that definitely didnât belong to you was slung over the door handle. Memories of your past relationship came flooding back, along with feelings of sadness and regret. You couldnât help but wonder who the bra belongs to, your first thought was that older professor. It's a painful reminder that not only had Aemond had not changed at all, he also just took advantage of you.
This was definitely a bad idea.
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