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lorebite · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ⸻ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: original characters galore (don't worry; this is still an x reader story). explicit sexual content so strictly 18+ minors do not interact and all that. this is mainly a plot driven work of fiction so expect lots of mystery besides all the smut. the format of the series follows two non-linear timelines which will eventually merge into one overtime; putting this here in case you find this type of storytelling distracting. other non-exhaustive tags which will be either revealed with each chapter or never at all, in order to avoid major spoilers; however, this does not include sensitivity tags. this is not a slow burn series; we get right to the meat of it, lads.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ minors dni. cursing. fem reader. very graphic sexual content. reader has a racer nickname which is what she's sometimes referred to as. descriptively written history with a past lover that isn't Jason. mentions of existing tension with said past lover due to... reasons. daddy issues? daddy issues! y/n might have a liiittle too many problems. reader is fwb with Jason. sex might be a distraction but is it really the solution?

early spring of ‘19

The faint wisps of last year’s winter caressed your cheeks and raised goosebumps down your spine as your thighs landed gently on the warm vibrating hood of the black Mustang in the garage, your body pressed tightly against your boyfriend’s. Your fingers coiled within the threads of dark hair on the back of his neck, his lips moving slowly upon yours.

His hands remained on your thighs long after he sat you down. They gingerly slid down over the rough fabric of your jeans until they were gripping your calves and winding them around his waist. His lips slipped from yours and down the side of your neck they went, hips rolling impatiently against yours as his low growls trembled into your skin.

You tugged on his hair and he lifted his head. His lidded blue eyes peered into yours through the sheer veil of his unkempt fringe. A soft smile curved his wet plush lips and you found yourself beaming in return.

“You’re gonna be late.” You whispered, fingers running through his soft tousled hair.

He pressed another kiss, a chaste one, to your lips and heaved a deep sigh. “It’ll be fine.”

“Come on, Nate,” you argued gently, a giggle rumbling in your throat. “The show can’t go on without its star.”

His clear eyes glimmered, lip rolling back between his teeth as a soft huff of laughter escaped him. He shook his head, tutting playfully at you.

“What would your dad think, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes even though a hint of a smile remained on your lips. He didn’t fight to hide how much you flattered him, his cheeks beginning to glow with a faint flush as his lashes fluttered shyly, eyes suddenly avoidant.

“We both know he can survive a little bit of competition.”

He clicked his tongue again, the timidness quickly gone and replaced by that familiar playfulness you knew and endeared to all too well.

“Well, I don’t wanna make it obvious I’m coming for the crown if I wanna keep seeing his daughter, you know?” One of his eyes dropped in a coy wink and you scoffed a laugh. “I gotta play my cards right.”

“You’ll be fine, Nate. He will be fine.”

“Let’s hope cos I’m not planning to leave you any time soon.”

You wrinkled your nose as your smile broadened and sat a hand on the side of his stubbled face. He leaned easily into your touch with a content sigh, eyes fluttering shut, before he pressed a kiss to the heel of your palm. He lifted a hand of his own to cradle your wrist between his long fingers, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“You’re gonna do great – my big gorgeous shining star.”

He hummed, low and drawn out, and his lips were back on yours again. Greedy and unyielding. His fingers dug indents into your legs, his broad chest pressed so close to yours, it stole your breath. He leaned his forehead against yours, lips pulling away far enough to speak his next words, hoarse and breathless.

“If you keep saying things like that I don’t think I’ll make it to the race.”

You giggled mischievously and reached for his collar to pull him back to yourself. He reciprocated eagerly, lifting his knees atop the hood and climbing over you. Your arms circled his neck instinctively and tugged him even closer, pulling his waist tightly upon yours with the firm coil of your legs around him. He moaned softly into the kiss as he began grinding against you.

“Fuck, I need to stop—” he rasped with a breathless chuckle but his lips refused to stop moving upon yours, continuing to pepper you with warm kisses and wet brushes of his tongue. “I really need to fucking stop. I’m so fucking hard right now.”

“Need a hand, baby?”

You slipped your fingers down between your bodies and palmed him over his tight pants, feeling his promised to be firm bulge through the fabric. His head lolled down as he groaned before his eyes rose back up to meet yours heatedly, jaw becoming visibly clenched.

Nate took hold of your wrist and pinned it by your head on the hood and away from himself. The cloud of lust in his eyes grew soft and adoring as he stared down at you. He smiled fondly at the stubbornness of your other hand sliding down the side of his neck. Your ringed fingers danced languidly across the swell of his throat, just barely wrapping and pressing themselves on his fevered skin.

“(Y/N)…” he croaked, eyes falling shut as he gritted his teeth, struggling against the tempting warmth of your touch gliding so invitingly across his skin. “Please.”

The small desperate plea made you pause in mercy. Your thumb sat on his lip as you silently admired his face and the flickers of many emotions across his features. Lust giving way to affection, desire to silent admiration. He sucked your digit into his mouth, teeth clamping down gently as a muffled laugh bubbled up his throat to reflect the small giggle on your tongue.

“Alright. Okay.” You finally relented, freeing your thumb from his mouth with a pop.

Nate clambered down the hood of the car and helped you to your feet before finally pulling away from you. He combed his fingers through his disheveled dark hair and pushed them away from his vision, a gentle sigh rushing through his kiss swollen lips.

He was soon searching for his helmet and keys, offering you a smile before walking to the driver’s seat of the Mustang and yanking it open. You frowned inquisitively as the engine died down and his face appeared back above the top of the car. You were barely able to catch the key once he tossed it at you.

“What’s this for?” You questioned, eyes pinned down to the glimmering silver horse etched in the key.

Nate stepped back in front of you, helmet held under one arm while the other lifted your chin with two fingers until your eyes met again. The black crow on the back of his hand matched the one on the bright colors of the helmet; that always caught your eye whenever he put on his gear. He cupped the side of your face and pulled you in for one more kiss.

“I’m gonna make you a star, baby. Just you wait. When I’m back tonight—” he jerked a thumb at the Mustang you were still leaning to, “Mercury’s gonna be all yours.”

“You—what? You’re really doing this?”

He made a happy “mhm-hmm”, beaming at the loud look of awe on your face and the joyful sparkle in your eyes.

“But on one condition,” you cocked your head, confusion tugging, once again, at your brows. “I need you to do me a favor.”

You sighed, stealing your gaze from him. You knew this was a long time coming. A promise you had made him. No. A deal.

Nate sat a finger under your chin, brushing gently back and forth over the skin as if he was scratching the face of a purring kitten.

“Come on, sweet girl. We talked about this—”

You interrupted, “information for property. I know.” A weak smile pursed your lips. “I know.”

“Okay. Good. Do you need a map?”

You nodded silently and Nate walked away once again to fetch the large roll of paper from a desk drawer. He spread the piece atop his desk, tapping an undesignated spot with two fingers, urging you to move closer and, at long last, reveal your treasured information to him. He offered you a marker as soon as you were standing across from him, his eyes following your movements intently.

Your fingers began to glide across the map, bringing forth every last bit of detail to the forefront of your mind and then down on the thick paper, highlighting every key location, your unmatched guesses, your discovered facts.

Nate watched you with sparkling eyes, a barely there smirk sat in the corner of his mouth. The look on his face sent a cold tingling sensation down the back of your throat once you finished talking and peered up from the map and back at him.

“That’s everything I found.” You mumbled. Suddenly bashful.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasped, circling the desk to come engulf you in his arms again. Warmth filled your cheeks and you smiled. “You’re so good to me, baby. What would I do without you?”

late fall of ‘22

The window felt cool against your fingers as you drew a haphazard circle on the fogged glass. You peered out of the small revealing, taking in the jagged skyline that stretched along the thin veil of softly hued peaks perched upon the horizon. The sun had come up hours ago and yet the warmth was sunken far behind the leaden overcast of clouds.

Jason grunted softly from the bed and you turned your head to smile at his sleeping form in the dark of the bedroom. He had an arm thrown over his face, his bare chest rising and falling slowly under the duvet. You contemplated briefly and eventually decided to flicker on the coffee machine, letting its obnoxious drone fill the studio apartment. It slowly stirred him awake.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” You cooed, a bright smile taking up your face.

“Morning,” he responded coarsely through a yawn, kneading his eyes with the back of his knuckles. “Any reason you up this early?” He lifted his head to frown with sleep-ridden squinted eyes. “And what’re you so damn chirpy for?”

You gave a one shoulder shrug, turning your head back towards the little circle you traced in the window, its fringes now weeping down to the window sill as the golden streams of sunlight seeped through the cracks in the clouds. You actually hadn’t caught a blink of sleep that night. Your mind raced without a moment’s break. So, chirpy wasn’t the first word to come to mind to describe what you truly felt.

“Just excited for the tournament.”

A lie. You weren’t. You were anxious. The tournament wasn’t due until at most a week.

A crooked grin curled the corner of his mouth as he pushed the duvet away and slid out of the bed, making his way towards you as soon as his feet touched the carpeted floor.

Jason was still naked from last night – all but the delicate chain around his neck remained; the small silver pendant, a bow and an arrow to savor the memory of you, caught the dull early morning light. His smooth skin glowed temptingly, his usually combed hair now fallen in disheveled strands in his eyes. He flipped his head in an attempt to push away his rogue fringe, giving you a knowing smirk as you eyed him up and down, lip hooked between your teeth.

He stopped behind you, weaving his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. His lips found the crook of your neck an instance later. “I’ll never get tired of you looking at me like that.”

“Hmm?”

He lifted his mouth to your ear, hot breath tickling the skin. “Like you wanna eat me right up. I fucking love that.”

His nose nudged into the hollow of your throat and promptly, you let your head back on his shoulder. He pressed a slow wet kiss to your neck, dropping a hand to tease the thin waistband of your panties.

“Don’t think I can last till I see you again tonight,” he paused to brush his warm lips along the shell of your ear and coax a quivery breath through your teeth. “Mmm, fuck, you look so damn sexy in the morning. My pretty little superstar.”

You bit your lip as a grin broke upon your face before a sharp gasp tore out of your throat when Jason suddenly pushed into you, offering you a generous feel of his growing firmness. You furled your fingers into fists against the wet window as Jason’s hand slipped under your panties, two thick fingers hooking around your clit.

“You’re gonna win for me again, aren’t you?” He rasped in your ear as his digits continued to caress you between your swollen lips. “Of course, you fucking are, baby. You always win. You’re my sexy little winner – fuck, sweetheart. So wet for me already?”

His tone was desperate. A melodious whine that sent shivers down your back. You moaned breathlessly as Jason’s fingers glided through your folds with ease. His satisfied groan vibrated against your neck, teeth scraping harshly along every tender inch of skin he took to his mouth last night – now all raw and sensitive to his touch.

“I need you to cum for me, baby. I fucking need it,” he growled through teeth. “Just—fuck—bend over. I gotta taste you.”

You obeyed, gripping your fingers to the window sill as Jason lowered to his knees behind you, his hands already tugging at your panties before they were slipping down to your ankles. Jason claimed you with a delirious moan, his mouth finding your sex as soon as his face was buried into you. However, once you sank in the binding throes of pleasure, you were startled by a ringtone buzzing from the nightstand across the room.

Your eyes only briefly flickered to your phone before you felt the cold absence of Jason’s mouth when he pulled away from you. You could see the vague colors of the faces that showed up on your screen – your father’s held fondly against yours. You were both smiling. Full and bright, eyes wrinkled and glowing with the soft sunlight. That was so long ago.

“You don’t wanna get that?”

Jason was already standing up and moving towards your phone, picking up his shirt from the floor along the way as well. He held the device out to you, wriggling his fingers when you hesitated, his brows twisting high up on his forehead.

You blew out your cheeks and took your phone, shooting a stern glare at Jason. His eyes held yours defiantly, mouthing “answer that” as he walked backwards to the bathroom, noticing your lingering doubt.

Your lips pursed into a tight line, eyes skimming the vibrant picture lighting up the phone screen. Your chest was heavy with many a brewing emotion, roiling the once calm that sat comfortably in the pit of your heart. Oh, who were you kidding? It had been years at this point – peace was a concept that had stopped making sense to you for a while now.

As your thumb hovered idly over the phone, the buzzing finally died and the screen turned black. You blinked, throat constricting dryly as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Your head perked up as the bathroom door creaked open, eyes blown wide. Jason’s face peeked through the gap, his cheek full with the head of his toothbrush.

“How’s Freddie?”

You nearly rolled your eyes. He was so damn persistent – so adamant to fix whatever fissure that was cutting deep between you and your father. Sometimes you had to bite your tongue. He couldn’t grasp what you had. The notion that not everyone got along with their dear ol’ dad was difficult for him to wrap his head around.

“Fine.” You spat, tone more cutting than you had intended. You swallowed, letting a tight smile pull your lips before you started again, “he’s alright – just seeing if I could visit him today.”

He hummed questioningly, his head disappearing behind the wall and the water tap began to gush. A small scoff flitted through your nose. Even a noise that miniscule sounded as though it was challenging you. As if without making a blatant show of it, he could see through your façade.

“We should go together.” Came the echo of his disembodied voice, sealing your suspicion. “Is he still taking his sessions?”

Panic began to web rapidly in your mind. You stammered, voice catching futilely in your throat as you searched for anything to respond with.

You had only gotten the news of your dad through other people. You were too frightened to see him yourself. It’d been years. It really had been. And you should’ve moved on. But every time you caught sight of his face, it reminded you of what happened over two years ago – of what you had done. You couldn’t promise yourself you weren’t going to do anything stupid now if you saw him again.

“You with me, Achilles?”

Your eyelids flickered as you came to the expectant look on Jason’s face. He was walking out of the bathroom with a towel against his face, his eyes boring deep into your head. The longer it took you to say anything, the cracks etched deeper and deeper into your façade. A vague hum caught on your tongue as you tried to piece your wit together.

“I said—” He began slowly, stepping back in front of you with his towel now hung around his neck. His fingers sat on the side of your face, his thumb gingerly caressing your skin. “You know you don’t have to do that with me, right?”

A frown knitted your brows close and you pulled away from his touch, teeth becoming tightly clenched. You didn’t have to do that. What did he even mean by that?

“You don’t gotta pretend shit’s alright. I know it ain’t,” he murmured. As if he just read your mind. “You’re hurting and that’s okay, darling. But let me help you.”

I can’t, you nearly blurted out. But you merely shook your head as a response, biting your lip in fear of your own emotions spilling out of your mouth and giving you away.

“I’m fine.” You gave him a strained smile and a bashful shifty look from the corner of your eyes. Jason opened his mouth, brows drawn close in worry before you heaved a defeated sigh, stopping him before he had a chance to protest. “Please.”

His lips pursed in visible objection and for a moment, you thought he was going to protest again but he only nodded instead, muttering an almost inaudible “okay”. He smiled weakly, the lines of anxiety still etched deep in his face but he didn’t give any more voice to it.

He wound an arm around your shoulders and pulled you back towards himself, engulfing you in his soothing warmth and the clean soapy scent of his skin. His lips met the top of your head in a firm kiss and his grip tightened lovingly around your frame.

“Okay.” He said again. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Let’s just go and get it over with.”

When you glanced up at him, he still had that inquisitive look in his eyes, a question burning on his lips. It evidently ate at him that you were keeping him out of this. He looked so very worried and you wondered if it were only because he felt like you were estranging him.

He was dying for you to give him even the smallest glimpse into that nook inside your head that kept him so insistently at bay. But you merely brushed it off, deciding you weren’t going to let that unspoken question get in between you today. All in due time. Someday, you were going to open yourself to him. But now, you wanted to hold onto what comfort you had created for yourself. Though small it may have been.

Right now, you were owed some damn peace…

However, that was something you found to be difficult to find as you walked through the tight hallways of the hospital in search for your father’s therapy room. You’ve been here time and time again; mere steps from looking into his eyes for the first time in years before you managed to psych yourself out and go back home.

On most of those occasions, you were by yourself, loitering by the closed hospital room and pacing anxiously to and fro along the tiled white floor. That was until you heard the voices on the other side creep closer to the door. Panic then would quickly swirl like a toxic brew in the pit of your stomach and will your feet to motion before you could stop yourself anymore.

But today, Jason was with you. Even though his presence proved to be somewhat comforting, your stomach still stirred with nausea, your ears ringing with silent curses at yourself – of why you chose to do this to yourself today. You slowly fell behind as he continued to walk ahead, only stopping briefly to turn slightly and give you a questioning look when he noticed the pause in your steps.

“You coming, Achilles?”

His voice took you aback. Suddenly, you were unable to answer. Your lips fluttered wordlessly, eyes blinking, words hooking futilely into your tongue.

“Sure—yeah. Just need a moment.”

Jason’s eyes roved your face, brows twisting close and lips falling ajar as if he meant to say something – to protest again, maybe? But saved by the newly budded chatter filling the hallway as the door to your father’s hospital room fleeted open, he turned away from you with one final, albeit concerned, glance.

You cowered behind the corner of the wall, one eye peeking out from the smooth edge to take in the same group of three people you’ve always only watched from afar: Jason’s dad, your old friend who now looked after your father on occasion and then of course, your own dad.

They all looked happy. Well, happy for a bunch of people in their position – all fussing over another man who had to use a wheelchair for a long time now. The same man who skipped every other one of his physical therapy sessions. And, well, this man was your father. The miserable looking slouching figure curled up in his seat as Finn – that old friend of yours whose bar you once frequented before all this – wheeled him away.

Jason, almost as if knowing you were hiding and where, turned his face to look down the hallway at the half of your frame that peered over the edge of the wall. His face was unreadable as he motioned with his head for you to come out. And so, you did. Tucking your hands inside your pockets, you made your way to where he stood with his father, the pinprick of a humiliated warmth spreading into your face.

“You’re late,” said Jason with a soft smile, reaching out a hand to curl around your shoulders. “I told you the time, didn’t I?”

Coal’s attention was on you now as you swallowed thickly, his hooded eyes lighting up at the mere sight of you, his sudden burst of overflowing excitement not giving you enough time to fully register the fact Jason saved your skin from having to explain where you’ve been.

“(Y/N)—oh, lord! Is that really you?”

Jason chuckled as his father held your cheeks in his bony fingers, a smile so full and bright taking over his worn face. He pressed a fatherly kiss to your hairline, sending another whirlwind of heat crawling up your neck before he pulled away to stare adoringly at you.

“I missed you, too.” You said, voice laced with a faint laugh.

Coal’s face distorted into a stern look of disbelief. “Definitely not enough to come visit me.”

“Achilles’ been pretty damn busy these days. Barely got time for the likes of us.”

You watched Jason from the corner of your eyes as he spoke for you, a small smirk playing across his lips. Coal seemed awestricken as he looked between you and his son before his eyes were back on you again.

“Is that what they’re calling you now – Achilles? My little (Y/N) is moving up in the world.”

“You should see all the things she does behind the wheels, too. She’s a real big girl now.”

You rolled your eyes at Jason even though a ghost of a smile lingered on your face. Coal’s eyes suddenly turned downcast as his grip eventually fell from your face with a sigh.

“Freddie would be proud.”

“He would lose his shit,” you corrected, playing off the burst of anxiety in the back of your mind with a weak laugh. “He hates I’m stepping in his shoes.”

“If you stick around for a while, you’ll see for yourself.” He smiled. “You should come see him sometime. He misses you.”

You shook your head – not really disagreeing with Coal. Quite frankly, you didn’t know what exactly you meant by it. It seemed like a gesture to yourself more than anything, disagreeing with the voice of rationale screaming in your head that he was right. That you had to get over yourself and listen to him this once.

“He’s shit at telling you that,” Coal continued. “Then he’s with me and he won’t shut up about you. But that’s Freddie for you – can’t say the right words to the person who needs to hear ‘em.”

“It’s fine, really.” You muttered.

Your poor attempt to escape the conversation proved to be in vain as he met your gaze with a hard look. He huffed a dry laugh.

“Is it? Tell you what; I’m dying to see us together again–”

“Pa—come on.” Jason interrupted, his tone urgent as he sat a hand down on his father’s shoulder, his eyes briefly flickering to your face and the darkened lines along your cheeks where your teeth had been clenched. “Just leave it, alright? She’s got enough to deal with.”

“If you wanna make an old man happy, (Y/N),” Coal carried on, promptly ignoring his son’s plea. “Come have dinner with us this weekend.” He pressed a tentative hand to your arm, fingers weakly squeezing your skin. “He really misses you.” He repeated himself. As if that did anything to ease the binds of guilt tightening in your chest.

“You don’t know how he can be—”

He interrupted, “oh, I know him, sweetie. Just as much as I know you. You’re both thick in the head,” he flicked a finger lightly at your temple. A gesture, albeit less than pleasant, managed to draw a faint but bitter smile to your lips. “No sense gets through to this damn brain of yours. I just hope—” His voice grew weak, hardly able to escape his throat now. “—I just hope there won’t come a time one of you regrets not doing anything about this. I’m too old to fix another damn heartbreak.”

Those words crashed over you like a harsh wave. Regret not doing anything. You swallowed. Your pulse raced as an uncomfortable heat spread like wildfire under your skin. The syllables rang in your ears, echoing far through those corners of your mind that had sat dormant for so long. You were suddenly so fucking terrified.

You backed away a step. Jason instinctively reached a hand out to hold onto you, his eyes ridden with worry as he silently took in the vacant look on your face.

Coal sighed, kneading the space between his brows with his eyes squinted shut. “Think about it. Finn’s been looking after Freddie when you’re—god knows where you are doing what. Have you even talked to him?”

You haven’t. Not as often as you should’ve, at least. Besides Jason, you had refused to open your doors to anyone else. Most days you didn’t feel safe inside your own head. He was the only person who was able to draw you out of your shell.

“I think that’s enough.” And as always, it was Jason who came to save you again, gentle yet commanding as he spoke the words. He gripped Coal’s shoulder again, coaxing his frail frame to step ahead and down along the hallway. “She heard enough, Pa.”

He sighed again – this man who took care of you as his own. Fed you from the same hand he did Jason and loved you, if not less, but just as dearly; you had never seen him raise his voice at you but now, he was the angriest you’d come to know him to be. And all that burning emotion was directed at you.

But to your surprise, Coal stopped to take you into his arms, his chest heaving with a long quivery breath, his fingers smoothing the ends of your hair.

“Please, (Y/N). All I’m asking is one dinner together again.”

And with that, he was gone before you could respond.

Jason met you in your car minutes later, his grey shirt spotted with raindrops and his long lashes wet, cheeks already flushed from the sudden waft of cold in the afternoon.

You sat in silence, listening to the rhythmic back and forth swipes of the wipers scraping across the windshield as rain pattered on the glass in heaps before you finally spoke.

“I’m gonna go see Finn.”

He paused as he was reaching for his jacket in the backseat, eyeing you for a moment before resuming his movement.

“Well, you’re full of surprises today, aren’t you?”

“Will you come with me?” You asked, sounding too hopeful for your own liking.

A warm smile lit up Jason’s face. “Sweetheart, you know you don’t gotta ask.”

“Okay.” You beamed. “Just making sure.”

Your eyes were drawn to the doors of Bredfin for the dozenth time that day as they rattled open, welcoming yet another patron swallowed by the layers of their wool coat. A small sigh flitted through your nose as you drummed your nails on the chipped wooden bar table where Jason persuaded you to sit at together and wait for Finn. And you were waiting anxiously.

Any attempt Jason made to comfort you; his words of affirmation, his gentle hand on the back of your neck, his soft smile, all proved to be futile. You hardly even heard him as your mind raced with the storm of things you were going to say once your friend showed. You were only hoping – praying he could forgive you for not being there much more.

When he finally appeared behind the bar through the fluttering kitchen doors from the back, you were caught off guard. He was your Finn but the few years had sure changed him; his blond hair had grown past his ears, gaunt pale cheeks strewn with what looked like the week’s worth of stubble and dark crescents that sat under his once bright eyes. He seemed to have aged decades in that short while of not having seen him.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, lips pursing into a thin line. Tossing his small towel over his shoulder, he trudged over to where you sat, sending Jason a smile before turning with a blank face to you. Your heart sank at the fixed hard look in his eyes. Fuck. This was going to be much harder than you realized.

“You look like shit.” He muttered, almost inaudible, but the venom in his voice was there and it did the damage it intended to do, making you cringe internally at the words.

“I definitely don’t feel much better either.”

The lighthearted jab at yourself fell on deaf ears as Finn’s face remained expressionless. You swallowed, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves, eyes falling down to your trembling fingers. His gaze flickered to Jason – as if he was silently begging for his help before he sighed, eyes almost rolling up in his head.

“What do you want?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, head shooting back up to look at him again. “Fo—for not answering your calls. For not coming to visit. And now you’re taking care of my dad – I’m so fucking sorry, Finn. I was just – I was going through some things.”

“Sure, you were.” He gibed, tone full with mocking incredulity.

“No—I swear. It wasn’t like that. Things haven’t been easy since – since, well, you know.”

“Trust me, I know what you’ve been up to… Achilles.” Your eyes widened at the mention of the nickname, jaw growing slack with unspoken shock. Finn scoffed, a sneer tugging his pallid lips back. “Yeah. News gets around pretty fast, doesn’t it?”

He started to walk away and you leapt from your stool, weaving through the cramped space and following him as he hastened to tend to a customer, a visible attempt at ending the conversation. You ignored Jason’s strained voice calling after you, slipping from his fingers before he could catch you in his arms.

“Finn. Please. I wanna make things right.”

You watched, literally bouncing on your heels, as Finn calmly took orders and flashed his bright smile. Then his eyes met yours again and the dirty glare within them was back.

You didn’t let him walk away this time. Quickly lifting your legs over the tabletop, you slid yourself across the surface and landed on the floor in front of him. The exploit garnered a few heads turning in your direction and Finn’s own eyes blowing wide with alarm. But you didn’t care. Couldn’t. Your mind was only focused on one thing right now.

“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed, not so kindly shoving your shoulder, his eyes shifting nervously around at the damage you had done.

“I’m not letting this go until we talk.”

“Fine. Fine. Christ. Just—behave yourself.”

Not a few minutes later, you were sitting down next to Jason again with Finn now across from you. He had his arms folded over his white uniform, eyes narrowed into slits and brows pulled close, mulling over unsaid thoughts in his head after listening to everything you had to say. Some excuses. Sure. Some weak justifications. Definitely. But you had to try to get your old friend back somehow.

And at long last, he heaved a drawn out sigh. But when he looked at you again, his eyes had turned soft, a faint trace of a smile ghosting over his lips before his arms slowly came undone to hang at his sides again.

“You’re impossible.” He shook his head. “You’re goddamn impossible and a pain in the fucking ass.”

You gave an apologetic smile, shoulders shifting into an almost shrug. Finn was smiling at you again and you managed to remedy some of the cracks in your relationship. That’s all that mattered right now.

“So, you two—” He jerked his head, motioning at you and Jason. Finn’s eyes wandered up and down his form as a slow smirk crossed his lips. Jason fought not to squirm under the sudden attention that had centered on him. “I guess I can see why (Y/N)’s been so distracted. What’s up with you two?”

“Nothing,” you jumped to respond, stopping Jason who opened his mouth to speak. You could see the frown pulling at his brows from the corner of your eyes. “We’re just friends.”

“Just friends, ha? What a waste.” Finn mused, letting a long oppressing silence settle on the table as he looked between you with an amused smirk. You didn’t dare glance at Jason but you could see his fingers flex irritatedly around his beer, whitened nails digging into the glass. You bit your lip, picking at the loose strings of your sleeve. After what felt like minutes, deciding he’d allowed for you both to marinate enough in the tension, Finn finally changed the topic. “So, what’s the story behind your name?”

It took you a second to register the question and still, you stammered as you gathered an answer. “Um—I—uh—” You cleared your throat before trying again, albeit still much more shyly. “I broke the speed record on my first tournament.”

“And she was the youngest person to do it.” Jason added.

When you looked at him, Jason was smiling proudly at you, the previous marks of agitation gone from his physic.

Finn hummed. “Damn. So, you’re kind of a big deal.” All of a sudden, his face contorted into a scowl, his eyes staring ahead over your shoulder. “Speaking of big deals. I’ll be right back.”

You turned to look at the entrance with a confused frown. The door swung open and a burst of cold wafted from the damp streets inside.

A tall husk of a man ducked under the door frame as he stepped in, his broad shoulders squeezed in a tight leather coat. His sharp face was fixed into a vacant stare, glistening skin donned in an almost sickly glow from the dull light of the bar. As he lifted his fingers to rake through his wet fringe, the stark black tattoo of a crow on the back of his hand caught the pale florescent lighting and then your eye.

Your heart began hammering in your throat, making your pulse thrum loudly in your ears as you took him in. What was hedoing here? No. You knew eventually, you had to face him again. But you weren’t prepared for it. You weren’t ready for the burning rush of emotions that suddenly took of hold of your body.

You could practically feel yourself vibrate as you craned your neck to search frantically through the grease stained bar windows only to surely and definitely find that wretched red Lamborghini parked outside. You cursed under your breath and peeled your gaze away.

“He’s really going in with the territorial pissing.” Jason scoffed a laugh, lifting the rim of his bottle to his lips. His playful stare found yours briefly from the corner of his eyes as he took a swig. “Racers and their god be damned giant egos.”

Jason wasn’t aware of the history you shared with that big name who had just walked inside this small and quite hardly known bar in a city this huge. It was almost as if, intentionally than anything, he was here looking for you. And that notion was less than comforting as you sank in your own collar, heart pattering feverishly against your ribcage.

You flinched when Jason slapped the back of his hand to your elbow, the crooked grin on his lips dying immediately at your reaction.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna…” You hopped off your stool, your voice tapering into silence as panic momentarily took the place of your wit. “I’m gonna head out for a bit.”

“Looks like Crowley isn’t just terrorizing the rookies.”

You shivered at the mention of his name. But then you stopped and turned back to face Jason again.

“How do you know him?”

The question came out much more accusatory than you had intended and you watched as the man before you quickly turned red in the face.

“I’d know Crowley,” he croaked, his voice exceptionally deep. “I’d know a guy like that.”

Your frown deepened. “Don’t give me that, Jason.”

His lip quivered, the blush spreading rapidly over his nose. You stared at him expectantly, waiting for whatever explanation – if you could even call it that – he was going to come up with now.

“Your car isn’t the only one I work on, sweetheart.” He tried to reason calmly, his eyes locked with yours. “Nor is Freddie’s.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, still doubtful. But in the end, you resigned. Waving a vague hand at him, you muttered a “whatever” and started the way you had meant to go many seconds ago.

Stuffing your hands inside your pockets, you took long impatient strides out and across the parking lot, paying no mind to the mud crawling up your boots as you stomped angrily into rain puddles on your way to Mercury. Flipping the switch between your fingers, you unlocked your car before you were startled to a stop upon a loud call of your name.

“Achilles!” Jason’s booming voice echoed across the vicinity, his rapid footfalls thundering in your ears as they drew closer and closer to where you were.

You released a deep sigh, turning around to tell him off until you calmed down enough for a proper conversation – and oh, this was going to be a much necessary conversation once came the right time. But all sense failed when Jason’s body crashed into yours, his hand moving quickly to pull your face to his. A noise of surprise caught in your throat upon impact, becoming immediately muffled against his lips.

The momentum propelled you back against Mercury, trapping your body between Jason’s feverish one and the cold wet metal digging into your skin. He pushed into you with great need, his small sighs of desperation weaving in and out of each brush of his tongue over yours. His hands clung to the collar of your jacket, yanking you closer to himself if that were even possible.

“What are you doing?” You managed to murmur against the frenzied kisses. “Fuck—what’s gotten into you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”

You hardly managed to pull away for a gulp of breath before his lips were traveling down the length of your neck, his tongue claiming every inch of bare skin, teeth biting the tender territory.

“And that’s your idea of making up to me?” You laughed breathlessly. “Get in the fucking car.”

Jason pushed your shoulder as soon as you opened the door and you fell back on the seat. He wasted no time in joining you in the backseat, shoving you down on the lush leather as he climbed on top of you before slamming the door shut behind him.

His mouth returned upon yours, one hand toying with the hem of your sweater. You hissed at the caress of his cold fingers across your skin. Jason ventured lower to the front of your jeans, tugging the zipper down, lips not once leaving yours. He tapped your thigh, cueing you to lift your waist for him to slide your jeans down.

“Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this needy before.” Your chuckle waned into a sharp gasp as Jason trailed a finger along the crotch of your panties, barely even grazing your clit over the fabric.

He lifted his head to look at you. You could still see his eyes in the low light of the car, lidded with lust and glistening mischievously. He let down his other hand to palm himself on top of his jeans, letting free a choked moan through gritted teeth.

“You don’t even realize what you to do me, do you, sweetheart?”

His usually patient demeanor has grown wickedly fast; fingers already hooked under the waistband of your panties to pull them off of you. Hanging your legs over his shoulders, his face pressed against your pussy without another moment’s pause.

You arched your back as his lips closed around your clit and sucked it loudly into his mouth. He moaned, slurping up the slick leaking out of you. His hands gripped tightly at your thighs, long fingers pressing deep into your skin. You dug your nails in the cold leather seat beneath you, head pushed back as your moans left you quickly before you could hold them in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You sobbed helplessly. “Slow down. Slow down.”

Jason only pulled away to press his mouth to your inner thigh, knowing fully well he had to gradually build you up. His lips dragged across your sensitive skin, his stubble prickling and trailing a path up to your knee. But no later than a good few seconds, your breath hitched again as he lifted a finger to your dripping cunt.

His fingertip glided with ease along your slit, another finger smoothing your swollen lip as his mouth hovered teasingly close back over your clit. Your body writhed, each heavy uneven breath you drew fanned the pleasure across every fiber and every bit. Jason plunged a thick digit inside you – so slowly, your walls peeled away as the delicious heat erupted in your core, opening and loosening for more to receive.

He pumped his finger. Slowly in. Slowly out. Then back in. A steady rhythm accompanied by the chorus of breathless moans through your lips and the soft squelch squelch of your juices.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” Jason croaked. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Bet you’d like it better too if I just—” he trailed off, taking a quick moment to press his long finger to that soft beckoning spot within you and you arched your back with a loud moan, fists coiling tight against your own thighs. Jason cooed. “Does it feel nice, sweetheart?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Fuck, yes.”

He hummed. “Such a needy little girl.”

“Jus—just fuck me already. Dammit.”

“You’re so cute.” He chuckled. The low vibration of his voice carried a dark, teasing tone. Three simple words which meant he wasn’t going to relent that easily. A plain rhetorical rejection. “You want my cock? I better hear you beg me better than that.”

You gritted your teeth, the last shred of your pride tipping dangerously close to the falling point. Jason watched you expectantly, an eyebrow raised above his sharp eyes, waiting patiently for your response as his finger continued to slide slowly inside you. In and out, in and out. No sign or anything that showed he was going to be the one giving up first. But your resolve, on the other hand, was successfully falling apart.

“Please—Jason. I need you to fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“That’s more like it.”

Jason slowly pulled his finger out, a thick thread of your arousal trailing from your pussy to his hand. His gaze traced the translucent string glistening in the dim light, throat bobbing as he swallowed, tongue worming out to wet his lip before that same finger disappeared inside his mouth. He moaned, sucking showily on the length of his digit.

“Fuck. You taste incredible, sweetheart.” He moaned.

Your feet landed back on the hard leather seat as Jason moved a hand to his belt, fumbling with the buckle before he managed to finally pry it open. He hissed as he freed himself from the confines of fabric, his leaking flushed cock sitting heavy and throbbing in his fist.

He pushed his tip against your clit. Gently at first. Then he lifted his length and let it fall on your cunt, the weight landing with a wet thud. You choked down a grunt when he repeated the action. Again and again until he had picked up his speed and joined the cacophony of your moans and skin falling upon skin. He would only occasionally slow down to rub himself up and down between your lips, heaving groans and pants, his swollen tip gushing with precum all over you.

“Jason—” You called hoarsely. Tone demanding. Your fingers wrapped themselves around Jason’s cock, stilling him in place. “Fuck me. Right now.”

He swallowed a few gulps of breath before he finally nodded. “Wanna get on top?”

He didn’t have to say any more to get you to start moving. You landed in his lap as soon as Jason shifted to a sitting position, your sopping pussy hovering just barely over his cock. He held your hips and guided you slowly down his length. Head thrown back against the seat, he moaned heartily as inch by inch, he slithered inside, his nails practically digging into your skin.

“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel amazing. Mmm, shit. Yeah, that’s it,” he encouraged, his hands holding you steady as you began to push yourself up and down along his shaft. “Keep going like that. Keep going – god, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

His words fueled the already burning flame that licked and pawed at your core; more so, the way he arched his back and his chest rose to meet yours at times when accumulated pleasure erupted and spread like malignancy throughout his body.

His moans escaped loudly and freely. To the point he looked embarrassed and flushed at what little control he had left over his own will. And his attempt to muffle those noises didn’t slip your attention when he raised a hand to press against his lips.

“Don’t hold back,” you panted, slapping Jason’s hand away from his mouth. “I wanna hear you. I wanna hear everything. And don’t you dare hide yourself again.”

“I can’t—baby, I can’t. It’s—I’m too fucking loud. I can’t help it.”

A mischievous grin curved your lips and you slowed down, coaxing a long whine out of him. “Are you worried somebody’s gonna hear you?”

He only stared, chest heaving and cheeks flushed deep, his lips wet and slack. You tilted your head as your fingers glided over the span of his tight stomach and then his chest until they wound carefully around his neck.

Jason closed his eyes, swallowing dryly as he took in the warm sensation of your hand pressing into his skin and the whole and dire attention it demanded from him. He nodded quickly to your question, biting his lip to smother a whimper as your grip tightened on his throat.

“Then let them.” His eyes shot open, peering shocked and wide into yours. “Let’s put on a show for them, what do you say?”

The only thing his voice could manage was a low muttered “fuck” as you began moving again. Making well on your end of the promise, you bounced on his cock with relentless speed, hands gripping his shoulders to support yourself.

Jason didn’t hold back anymore. He couldn’t. He bucked his hips into you, meeting each deep pump of your pussy with a thrust of his own, hurtling towards breaking that taut pull of arousal winding tighter and tighter within him.

Your sweet praises and filthy encouragements filled him with spiraling heat; the ascension only growing much faster when he saw you begin to touch your neglected clit feverishly. Your head lolled back on your shoulders, mouth shaped into a circle for the piercing moans to flee and the soft frown on your face – all telltale signs of your approaching climax – finally tipped him over the breaking point and he came with shaky moans and curses on his tongue.

Warmth filled between your walls as Jason’s cum spurted inside you and then you were with him beyond the point as well. Your shuddering moan filled the cramped space of the car and you held onto him as if he were your lifeline.

He caressed your thigh as your high began to slow, your rapid pulse growing calm with each ticking second. His other hand smoothed your hair before it cradled your face and pulled you in for a soft kiss. He was still shaking, his fingers trembling on your skin. It made you grin against his lips.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Jason once he noticed your lingering smile when you pulled away, beaming himself.

“Nothing. It’s just – you’re so fucking adorable.”

He scrunched up his nose as if the compliment left a sour taste in his mouth but he was still smiling when his face relaxed. His fingers combed absentmindedly through your hair as you sat in comfortable silence until that dreadful thought returned. That thought.

“Don’t think I forgot about what you said.” Jason’s hand took a pause on your temple at the comment, a frown forming between his brows. He almost managed to speak when you did instead. “About Crowley—”

He interrupted with a roll of his eyes. “Please don’t start now.”

“You will tell me, Jason. I need to know.”

“What’s it to you, ha? I know the guy. Big fucking deal.”

Jason gently pushed you off of him. He was trying so desperately to run away from the conversation. That much was evident from the way he fumbled nervously with his jeans and avoided looking at you before he slid out of Mercury. You let him have it this time. You would get that information out of him sooner or later.

Right now, you had something else to focus on… or rather, someone.

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