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tinalbion · 17 days ago

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Rick Hatchett x afab!Reader

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞! Minors, do NOT interact! Rick is on his own at the White Lotus. Slight angst, smut with plot, age gap, shameless flirting with a man in his 50s, drinking, shower sex, unprotected p in v, fast developing feelings

𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 13.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Rick Hatchett is on vacation to escape the harsh reality of life, and even then, he can find himself wallowing at the bar. And then you come along and give him a run for his money, causing him to rethink things while enjoying vacation. But what could the harm be in some shameless flirting?

Dedicated to @free-for-all-fics who has been watching the new episodes with me every week!

This was supposed to be a vacation, but no matter what he did or how he approached it, it still felt like he was on a business trip, never resting. Even being thousands of miles away from home, taking in the sights of Thailand had left a bitter taste in his mouth and became almost impossible for him to ease into. Tension already knotted in his muscles, his mind just as far away as he was, even though he’d only been here a day, he was hoping and silently praying that being here would ease some of the internal suffering he felt. What a wonderful start to his arrival at the White Lotus.

Rick Hatchett had been slumped over in his seat at the hotel bar, elbows resting on the counter as he stared into the glass before him, the bar already abandoned by the majority of the guests as they retired for the evening, and he barely took notice that someone was even beside him.

You had walked up to the bar, barely starting your night as you escaped your family, slipping away as soon as they’d been distracted enough, and ordered one of the strongest and fruitest drinks they had. You couldn’t help but look over at the man who sat as still as a statue, taking notice of his expression. Was he sad? Stressed? Everything in between? You smiled softly and cleared your throat to alert him of your presence.

“Rough night?” you asked softly.

The man slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze, immediately taken aback by your soft smile. It wasn’t something he was usually greeted with; a pretty little thing like you smiling so sweetly at him. He looked you up and down before letting out a dry scoff, his expression still slightly tense.

“Is it that obvious...?”

“A little,” you replied with a gentle tone. “You gonna be okay?”

Another quiet scoff slipped from him, though in truth, he found her company to be more of a comfort than a burden even though she’d just shown up, unlike most of the other guests here. You weren’t loud, obnoxious, or questioning him in a way that could come off as rude. He ran a hand through his graying black hair, greeting you with a shrug.

“I doubt it. Just… Life, you know? And it doesn’t stop for any one of us,” he mumbled, his gaze now settled back on his whiskey.

“You’re right; that’s why I’m here. It's a change of pace, I guess. Well, my family is here, they at least got me my own room. Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.” I laughed softly and turned back to the bar. “Hey, next drink on me?” I offered.

His gaze lifted from his whiskey and back to you before he raised his eyebrow at the offer of a free drink. Perhaps it was the alcohol already in his system, but the man felt his lips tug into a soft smirk, a barely-there hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re offering a stranger a free drink…? You don’t even know my name, sweetheart…”

He did have a point, but you were feeling bold and wanting to come out of your shell while on vacation, plus you’d been working up the courage to speak to him since you saw him earlier when you all arrived here. “Well, I feel like you could use a drink, and pass the liquid luck onto someone deserving.” You shrugged casually and smiled.

Rick stared at you for a moment longer before his smirk widened, but only slightly. He found your words to be almost… cute, in a sense. Or perhaps it was the drink in his system telling him such an idea. Either way, he shrugged and motioned to the bartender.

“Then by all means, if you’re gonna keep offerin’, at least let me know your name,” he said, offering his hand out to you.

You smiled wider and took his hand, shaking it firmly as you introduced yourself, taking note of how large his hand looked against yours. The bartender brought your drink and slid it to you while also bringing the man’s drink. “A pleasure to meet you. So, what’s yours?�� you asked him.

His hand was larger, his grip firm as he shook your hand in return, a charming smirk on his lips all the while. Though underneath the facade, a subtle sense of exhaustion could still be found in his dull eyes. “Rick,” he said, his expression still soft. “Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart.”

“Rick,” you said, rolling the name around from your lips, “I like that name.” Your eyes flickered to his hand as he withdrew it, looking at his rings.

Rick’s gaze watched as your eyes seemed to linger on his hand, a slight, almost barely-there scoff escaping him. He flexed his fingers slightly as you watched, raising a dark eyebrow at you. “Do you now?” Rick murmured sarcastically.

He liked the way it sounded on your lips, oddly enough.

“Yeah, it’s a nice name. Don’t meet many people named Rick. Has a bold meaning behind it, powerful ruler, I think. So, you hear for business or pleasure?”

“Pleasure, if things would actually go my way…” Rick grumbled, his gaze returning to his almost empty glass of whiskey as the new one sat beside it. He slowly looked back at you, eyeing you curiously for a moment. “And what about you? What brings you to the White Lotus?” He tilted his head slightly.

You looked over at him with a soft expression. “Wanna talk about your troubles? I know I’m a stranger, but maybe you’ll never see me again, no harm in having someone listen,” you offered as you slid into the stool next to him, leaning your elbow against the bar as you faced him.

Rick looked at you, a bit taken back by your offer, and yet, somehow a part of him was slightly tempted to accept it. The alcohol was definitely to blame, there was no way he’d consider it otherwise, but he felt drawn to you, wanting to talk to you. Or maybe it was just the loneliness and exhaustion talking. He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, his gaze still on you.

“...Sure, but what do I get out of this? I’m not lookin’ for a free therapy session.”

You scoffed and looked at him with a wide grin. “Well, maybe another free drink?”

He scoffed as his smile widened, enjoying this bit of banter with you. “Another one? You trying to get me drunk, sweetheart?” He asked jokingly.

“I think you’re already there, Rick,” you teased playfully.

Rick paused for a moment and then scoffed at your comment. He knew you were absolutely right, and he couldn’t bring himself to argue with you there. Instead, he just ran his hand through his hair again and sighed. “Yeah, yeah… but it’s not my fault, alright? This stuff is pretty damn good…” he said, gesturing to his empty glass and now half-drunk glass.

“That is true, this place has great stuff,” I replied as I held up my glass and offered a toast. “To newfound friends and interesting conversations.”

After taking a moment to eye you up, Rick gave you a small scoff and his smile softened. He raised his glass in return, lightly clinking his whiskey against your drink. “I’ll drink to that, sweetheart,” he murmured as he took a swig.

You clinked your glass against his and smiled wide. “Cheers,” you hummed and took a large swig of your drink.

He followed your lead and took a large gulp of his, finishing his whiskey as he leaned back slightly, a hand returning to run through his messy hair. He gave you a once-over as he tilted his gaze, taking in your features. “So, you ever come here before? You’re not from around where I’m from, your accent doesn’t sound like it, at least.”

“I’m probably not, but you’re definitely not where I’m from either, I take it,” you replied cheekily.

Rick gave a dry scoff and rolled his eyes. “You’re a sassy one, ain’t you?” he asked in a low, almost playful tone as he slid the empty glass toward the edge of the bar.

“I’ve been told,” you said with a laugh. “But I like to have fun when I can. I’m on vacation, I wanna let loose this week when I’m not near my family.”

He tilted his head as he eyed you with a soft smirk growing on his face. You were surprisingly enjoyable to talk to and to joke with. He found himself growing more amused by you the more you spoke. Then again, you had a free drink to thank for that.

“You’re awfully friendly for a stranger, you know that sweetheart?” he mused.

“Only to the people I think are really cute,” you said sweetly, shooting him a playful wink.

And just like that, Rick felt his face grow warmer, he found himself unable to keep from raising an eyebrow at your remark, his smirk still there, if not a bit lopsided now. Cute? Not many people had called him that in a while, he couldn’t even recall a time he had been called cute.

“T-Trust me, there ain’t nothing cute about me, sweetheart,” he said somewhat sarcastically.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you brought your drink to your lips, your eyes glued to his. “You must be blind, then,” you hummed and took a drink. “I think you’re downright handsome.”

If he thought his face was warm before, he knew it was even worse now, his neck feeling flush. Hiz's gaze, almost stunned, shifted between your eyes, and a slightly dumbfounded, slightly flustered expression made its way onto his face. His ego was clearly surprised, a soft scoff escaped him as he quickly shifted his gaze away from you. He wasn’t used to people being this brash.

“You’re just saying that, sweetheart…”

You shook your head and gave your own scoff. “I am not just saying that! Hell, I was nervous to come and talk to you, if I’m being honest.”

Rick’s gaze returned to yours in an instant, a mixture of surprise and disbelief in his expression. “...Why on Earth were you nervous to talk to me?” he asked, his voice gruff as he ran his hand through his hair again, an unconscious, nervous tick of his.

You smiled softly, resting your chin in your hand as you leaned against the bar. “Handsome older man, sitting alone, looking sour-faced and upset, I was afraid I’d get approached by an angry girlfriend or something, get my ass kicked,” you teased.

Rick couldn’t keep himself from giving a dry laugh in response to your admission, though admittedly, he was still surprised by the compliment. He gave you a sly smirk and leaned back in the chair, his gaze dropping ever so slightly from your face. “No darlin’. No girlfriend, no wife. Just me, myself, and whatever the hell I got goin’ on,” he replied sarcastically.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, but not for me,” you said with a smirk. “So, why have you come to the White Lotus?”

Rick looked down at his glass. His smirk slowly faded as he let out a tired sigh. Then, he took the last swig of his drink before he looked back at you, an exhausted, almost saddened glint in his eyes. “...Thought the vacation would maybe be a break. A bit of fun, at the very least. But I guess life doesn’t like to take breaks,” he said almost bitterly.

“How so?” You asked softly, leaning in closer.

Rick paused for a moment before pushing his glass toward the bar again, signaling for another refill. He drummed his fingers on the bar top, wondering what he should even say considering he’d never been one to really discuss his personal life, especially to a complete stranger. But for some reason, be it the alcohol affecting his thinking skills or the sudden loneliness, he felt an odd sense of desire to share these things with you. You just felt… easy to talk to.

“Family problems, mostly…”

You leaned forward slightly and looked at him with a gentle gaze. “Oh, I’m sorry, Rick,” you said softly as you placed a hand over his to offer some comfort.

Rick wasn’t used to public displays of this sort of thing, his eyes shifted to your hand resting over his before he looked back up at you. A wave of… something… went through him. Surprise, definitely. But also a twinge of… comfort? What the hell was even going on with him tonight? One woman was offering free drinks and a free ear at the bar of this insanely fancy resort.

“...It’s fine, darling,” he muttered, pushing the offer away, much like he pushed others away.

“Well,” you began as you sipped at your drink, “I’ll be here all week, probably the same as you if you need to talk. I know, ‘stranger danger’ and all that, but I mean, we’re both here, we’re both alone, may as well have each other’s backs.”

His gaze went back to your hand as it still remained over his, feeling stunned, as if he was being honest with himself. Your presence was oddly soothing, or at least, that’s what he figured it was. He found himself unable to look away from you as he slowly nodded. “Yeah… yeah, why the hell not?”

You smiled and nodded with a wide smile. “Great, that’s awesome. And if you need anything, my suite is 215, okay?”

Rick slowly nodded once more, his gaze slowly shifted away, now focused on the bar itself. He thought the alcohol was probably getting to him, that was all. That was the only logical explanation for the way he was currently feeling. Nothing else. He did, however, give your hand a brief squeeze.

“Yeah, thank you…”

You offered him a gentle smile and removed your hand from his, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable. You took one last sip from your drink and sighed softly, enjoying the peace and quiet of the resort’s bar.

Rick almost protested about the removal of your hand. In fact, much to his chagrin and slight surprise, he almost felt something when you removed your hand from his. He let out a soft sigh of his own as his gaze shifted across the bar, watching the few scattered about and left the bar, leaving just you two.

“You know,” you began softly as you leaned over, “there are some real… characters at this resort. But you seem to be the only one worth talking to.”

He almost found himself having a hard time breathing as you leaned closer, his heart pounding when you spoke so gently to him. He was glad the light was somewhat dim in here, it sort of obscured how flushed he was becoming. He let out a small scoff. “I’m hardly any better, I’m just a broken man, that’s all.”

You looked over at him, your gaze softened as you studied his face for a moment. “I don’t think you’re broken, Rick,” you replied lightly.

He paused, his expression shifted into something softer as he looked over at you in stunned silence. He wasn’t used to having a stranger look at him in such a way, a way that made him question things, and reassured him so… gently. He wasn’t used to the warm pit he felt in his stomach as you spoke to him. He forced a dry laugh, shaking his head.

“You don’t know me, sweetheart, you don’t understand, or you’d see how broken I am. Trust me.”

You looked at him and felt the sadness well up within you, wishing you could comfort him in the way he needed to be, the way he deserved to be. You let out a sigh and looked down at your hands as you tapped your fingers gently on the bar, then you looked back at him.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re broken. I just think you’re lost and you don’t know what to do to fix it.”

Rick gave you another soft scoff, thinking you almost sounded sincere. He found himself unable to argue, his shoulders slumped slightly forward as he rested a hand under his chin. You were too cute. And too kind. Too… everything that made him feel something besides anger and despair. “Lost is definitely a good word for it,” he mumbled.

Your gaze never wavered as you took in his melancholic mood. “I’m sorry for whatever you’re going through, Rick,” you said with a gentle tone, offering him that kindness you rarely found yourself giving to many others.

He was quiet. His gaze remained on yours as a tired sigh escaped his lips, he was too exhausted for this. Rick wasn’t used to people apologizing for his problems, or people even noticing them in the first place, for that matter. They never really got to considering he pushed them away before they could get to the root of the problem.

“S’alright, sweetheart,” he said, a slight slur in his tone as the alcohol began to hit him all at once.

“Want me to walk you to your room? You should get some rest, hon,” you offered, placing your hand gently on the back of his arm as you looked at him.

Rick thought about it for a long moment. Should he have you walk him up? Was he just trying to keep your company because of his loneliness? Was it the alcohol influencing him? In his tired and slightly drunken state, he decided against his better judgment and nodded once. “Yeah… yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”

You smiled wider and nodded, tipping the bartender graciously as you got to your feet and stepped closer to Rick, able to now smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. “Again, if you need me, I’m in 215. Now come on, let’s get you to bed.”

He stood up, the sudden rush of sitting down for so long hitting his head in an instant, almost causing him to stumble. He leaned on the bar for a moment, trying to regain his bearings, Once he was steady again, he grumbled, giving his head a shake. Rick looked over at you, an expression of both exhaustion and slight irritation. “Lead the way.”

You placed your hand gently on his back, letting out a gasp as he stumbled slightly. Once he stood up, you offered your arm if he wanted to use it to balance, walking slowly alongside him. He looked over at you as you offered your arm, the drunken side of him taking over as he accepted it. You felt so soft, almost too soft… His arm wrapped around your arm, holding on tightly. Just for support, of course.

He tried to focus his eyes on the room numbers as you both neared the end of the hall, the feeling of his impairment and exhaustion making it difficult. He let out a soft grumble as he finally found his room number on a door. He lifted his arm and pointed. “There, 212,” he said in a soft, low tone, his arm still around yours as he pulled you in that direction.

“Alright, let’s get you inside,” you hummed as you watched him tap the key card against the lock. “Glad you made it up here,” you hummed as you helped him through the door. “I hope I can see you again tomorrow, I had a fun time talking with you. And we’re practically neighbors, I’m just a few doors down.”

With a soft click, the door to his room unlocked and he swung it open, allowing you to steer him inside before he let go of your arm. He stood still for a moment before he tapped around the wall to flick the light on. His gaze turned to you again, a small smirk on his face as you spoke, his expression softening.

“Yeah,” he said quietly, “I had a nice time talking to you, too, sweetheart.”

Without permission, you took the initiative and walked toward his kitchen and grabbed a glass of water for him, welcoming yourself into his room. You came back and placed it on his bedside table, smiling softly. “You try to sleep, drink some water so you’re not miserable in the morning, and take care of yourself.”

He watched you as you managed to surprise him once more, the little things that showed you were actually worried about him, and he watched as you backed toward the door, the hesitation in your movements. He found himself feeling tired, yet he didn’t want you to leave.

Another new feeling, Rick thought to himself.

“Thank you. You too, see you tomorrow…” His words slurred slightly.

You offered one more smile as you walked toward the door and closed it gently behind you, resting against it as you let out a sigh. Rick was left alone, standing there in his massive room. He let out a soft breath before he began to slowly undress, kicking off his pants and tossing his shirt to the side as he sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn’t shake the feeling of you as he sat there, sipping slowly at the water, a weird sense of warmth had taken up residency in his stomach. Once he chugged half the glass, he laid back on the bed with a huff and dragged half the comforter over him.

As he settled into bed, he found himself looking forward to tomorrow.

The morning sun eventually rose out over the resort, the ocean waves sparkling beneath the rising colors, and those rays began to peek through the curtains of Rick’s room. He ended up sleeping through the night, barely tossing and turning as the exhaustion from yesterday kept him from waking. He opened his groggy eyes, wincing at the bright light, turning away as he let out an annoyed groan. He pushed himself up to look at the time, grumbling as he ran a hand over his face as he attempted to get his bearings.

You had woken up almost an hour ago, already having showered, done your morning routine, and ate something light to curb the hunger. You hummed softly as you scrolled on your phone for a little bit, and your mind wandered to Rick, wondering if he’d slept okay.

With a hum, you figured you’d get down to the pool before a lot of others decided to, wanting to get some early sun. You slipped into your bathing suit and grabbed a book, your earbuds, and a few other things you slipped into your bag. You figured Rick would sleep in for a bit, so you had some time to yourself before you’d go and check on him.

Rick had finished rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he glanced over at the clock once more. It was still fairly early in the morning and yet he was sitting here, awake and on vacation. Of all the times to wake up early, today was a bad day. His head throbbed a bit though, just as he figured. He drank a bit too much.

He sighed softly, finally finding the strength to get out of bed, hoping that a nice relaxing shower would help him get his mind clear from the hangover he’d be suffering through.

It took him longer than he’d hoped to fully wake up, though the shower helped, as did some coffee as he stood out on the balcony. He’d dressed in his normal loungewear, a designed button-up shirt with dulled hibiscus blooms and cool-colored palm trees. As he looked out at the water, he figured he’d try to walk around the resort and get his head clear, so he grabbed a small water from the fridge and left his room. He took a deep breath as the fresh air helped a little bit, navigating his way toward the pool area.

You had been there already, lounging in the chair as your sunglasses were on, your book held up to your face as the sun had been rising higher and higher. The weather was perfect and you were enjoying the quiet before the hoards of people took over.

Even Rick had to admit it was beautiful outside, though his headache was still there, but it was lessening in intensity. The hotel was mostly quiet save for the early birds who liked to be up before many of the others, and Rick looked around as he slowly walked down the hall that led to the pools. Eventually, he found himself at one of the pool areas, his eyes landing on the only person lounging near it.

You hadn’t noticed him right away, you were too engulfed in the story you were reading as you took advantage of the early morning silence. He was quiet as he approached you, a small smirk on his face as he noticed how focused you were on the book. Something about that amused him. He cleared his throat, now standing beside your chair.

“Enjoying the morning, sweetheart?”

You looked up at the voice and smiled wide, seeing him looking as handsome as ever, you closed your book and set it aside as you pushed yourself to sit up. “Well, good morning, Rick, how’d you sleep?”

He gave a small scoff but it held no irritation. “Decent, if only I didn’t drink so much last night. Woke up with a helluva headache.”

“Oh,” you gasped as you turned over to reach for your bag, digging through it, then you turned back to him, handing him a small bottle. “Here, I got some aspirin if you need it.”

Rick was surprised but he took the bottle gratefully, opened it, and poured out two pills into his palm, taking it with the water he had on him. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he said with a slight clear of his throat.

“No worries, I always come prepared, especially since it’s partially my fault you have that hangover,” you mused with a lopsided grin.

Rick chuckled softly, his eyes looking down at you through the lenses of his sunglasses, and then he sat down in the beach chair beside you. “Oh, don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You weren’t the one who insisted on chugging down like five drinks in a row,” he said with a dry scoff.

You couldn’t hide the large smile across your face as you placed the bottle back in your bag. “Well, still, I didn’t help,” you said with a laugh. “You’re up earlier than I thought you’d be.”

“Couldn’t sleep that well at the tail end of it, that’s all. Headache made it difficult, but I’m managing,” he said, his eyes wandering over your figure as you sat there.

“Anything I can do? Want some coffee? I heard they have a really good cappuccino.”

His gaze continued roaming across your body, the visible skin looked so soft, and the way your swimsuit hugged you in all the right places didn’t leave much to his imagination. He had to admit, you were a pretty damn good distraction from the headache.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by your offer, so he cleared his throat and sat up a bit further. “Yeah, that sounds fantastic right about now.”

You sat up and smiled as you swung your legs over the side of the chair, sliding into your sandals. “Okay, you wait here, I’ll go and grab them,” you offered. “Save my spot!”

Rick felt something tug at his heart as you sat up and looked at him like that, the smile on his face only grew as you stood up and placed your hand gently on his shoulder, showing him that you were just being friendly. Though you weren’t entirely sure why you were being this overly friendly to a man you’d just met last night. It wasn’t often that you’d go out of your way to be this kind, but something about him struck you as you sat at the bar last night, and you were hooked on him.

Rick’s body stiffened ever so slightly as your hand touched his shoulder, finding himself trying to force the growing butterflies in his stomach to go away, but he was horribly failing. He watched as you walked off, your figure disappearing through the opened doors of the resort, then he sighed and leaned back in the chair.

You arrived only moments later with the largest cups of cappuccino you could get your hands on and smiled as you approached the chair he sat on. “Hey, I got you the classic cappuccino, feel like it would benefit you better since it’s stronger.” you leaned over and handed it to him.

Rick’s head snapped up as you reappeared, a small smile spread across his face as you handed him the coffee. He took it from you and sipped at it, sighing happily at the taste. “Thanks, sweetheart,” he hummed as he gave your cup a curious glance. “What’s yours?”

“I just got French vanilla, unless you’d prefer this one, I don’t mind either way,” you said with a soft tone as you sat back on the chair.

Rick shook his head and then took another sip of his coffee. “Nah, I’m more of a plain coffee guy, nothin’ too fancy. You keep yours, suits you better.” He smirked at you again, realizing that he’d been a bit of a flirt, and he wasn’t sure why he was being this way with you.

“Oh, it does, huh?” You asked him playfully. “Well, thanks. If we really like it, we can always get you another one later on.” You sat back in your chair and leaned back, smiling over at the older man.

He chuckled and looked over at you, taking notice of the playful tone of your voice, which only made his smirk widen a bit. He took another sip before turning to look back at you, letting out a sigh of contentment. “Yeah, I’m really liking this, it’s just what I needed. Thanks again.”

“Glad it’s helping,” you offered sweetly. “I’m a bit of a coffee drinker so I’m glad they have top-tier coffee.” You hummed happily as you took another drink, enjoying the taste of the warm beverage.

Rick was glad you were the talkative type, he could just focus on your voice, cute quirks, and… other things while you talked, and he didn’t have to make small talk. The coffee was a nice help, and he tried his best to feel less hungover. “I’m not surprised. You seem like the type that needs a cup or two every morning, sweetheart,” he teased.

You gave him a feigned look of insult but laughed shortly after. “Well just because you’re right doesn’t mean you should call me out like that,” you laughed.

He smiled at the sound of your laugh. God, you were adorable. He couldn’t stop his gaze from roaming over your figure again, admiring the way you looked in your swimsuit. He listened to you talk, though he was drifting in and out as he just looked at you.

You didn’t notice him zoning out, at least, it didn’t bother you in the slightest. You knew he was going through a lot, and if him sitting here listening to you blabber had helped, then what else could you do? You looked across at the pool and out at the sky as you adjusted your sunglasses.

“So, what plans do you have lined up for today, Rick?”

He had to force his gaze back up to your face, his mind almost fogging up on the sudden attention he had placed on himself. “Honestly? Not much. My head is still pounding, so I’m probably gonna lounge around all day, try to get rid of this damn hangover.”

You looked at him with a sympathetic smile. “Sorry. If you don’t mind, maybe I could stick around with you today? Make sure you stay hydrated and try to help your hangover.”

Rick was surprised by your offer, especially just wanting to be around him in general, but specifically to help him. Take care of him? Was this real, or was the alcohol still messing with his head? He decided to test the waters as his smile grew, taking another slow sip from his coffee.

“Yeah? You’d wanna spend an entire day with a lonely old man?” He teased.

You looked at him, almost offended as you held your cup to your lips and paused, giving him a scoff. “First off, you’re not old, second, you’re not lonely. I’m here now,” you said matter-of-factly.

His smirk turned into a full-blown grin as you scoffed at him. “Oh, don’t let the grey hairs fool you, darlin’. I’m past my prime,” he replied, a slightly bitter yet playful tone in his voice.

“More like aged like a fine wine,” you suggested with slightly raised brows, sipping your cappuccino.

Rick couldn’t hold back the laugh he let out, his eyebrows raised slightly in amusement. “You charmer. Didn’t think you’d go for an older man like me,” he replied, taking another long sip from his coffee, eyeing you over the rim of his cup.

“Jokes on you, I’m into older men,” you replied with a nonchalant tone, looking down at your phone as you checked the time, sipping your coffee.

He nearly choked on his beverage as your words caught him completely off guard. He barely managed to force the coffee down his throat, clearing his throat once or twice as he attempted to catch his breath. Once he recovered, he looked at you incredulously. “Is that so…?” He asked, a bit more flirtatious with his tone.

You leaned over as you placed your phone down on your lap, then placed a hand on his arm. “And not just any older men, I only talk to the really hot ones who seem my type,” you replied with a smirk.

Rick’s heart skipped a beat as your hand touched his arm, but this time, he didn’t stiffen. He let your hand linger there, his eyes locked onto your face as he tried to calm his pounding chest. “Yeah? You’re saying I’m hot?” He leaned slightly closer toward you, his demeanor completely changed.

“Well, yeah, obviously. Must I spell it out for you?” You teased, giving him a little lip.

“You’re a little spitfire, you know that?” Don’t know when to watch your mouth.” He was still staring intensely at your face.

“What, is that a problem?” You asked, offering a wide smile.

Rick’s smirk deepened. God, you were cute when you were being playful. “Hmm, not really. I actually think it’s kinda… hot, you know?” He murmured, his voice going slightly lower. “I like a girl with some bark and bite.”

“Hot huh?” you asked with a widening smile, your fingers tapped against your coffee cup. “Glad I can aim to please.” You shifted in your chair and your mind began to wander.

“Oh, you’re good at aiming in all the right ways, sweetheart,” he hummed.

The way you bit your lip to try and reign yourself in only made you wish his teeth were doing the biting… “Guess I am. Maybe it’s just being in a completely different place, being on vacation, but I’m normally not this bold.”

His smile softened a bit, now wearing a more genuine look on his face as you spoke. “Yeah? Is that so? Well, looks like I’m getting special treatment here, huh?”

“You definitely are,” you assured him, taking another sip of your coffee.

He was still impressed that you were giving him the time of day. Him. A man nearly twice your age. He shook his head a bit, taking another slow drink from his own coffee. “You’re definitely something else, sweetheart,” he said low and gravelly.

Your head tilted slightly as you looked over at him. “And what does that mean?” You asked playfully.

“It means I’m surprised that you’re giving a guy like me the time of day.”

“Well, there’s something about you I like, something charming and alluring. You’re quite handsome, and funny, too.” You leaned back in your chair and rolled your shoulders a little, making sure they didn’t tense up.

You were just handing out all the compliments, weren’t you? He couldn’t help it as his grin returned, his head tilting slightly as he stared at you from beneath his sunglasses. “Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart.”

“I’m not trying to flatter you, Rick,” you said with a more serious tone. “I’m being dead honest.”

“Well, I find that hard to believe. A pretty young thing like you, giving compliments to a man in his 50s…” He shook his head slightly, eyeing you skeptically.

Your smile dropped slightly and your gaze turned gentle as you turned your body to face him more. “I mean it, Rick, seriously. There’s something about you and I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I’m really just… drawn to you. I was excited to see you today.”

Rick felt his chest tighten slightly as your expression shifted, and the way you looked at him, your words causing him to feel something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in a long while… desired. Wanted. The way you spoke to him, it wasn’t out of pity, it wasn’t out of other intentions. You were genuine.

“You were excited to see me? Why? I was half drunk when you met me, wallowing in self-pity.”

You heard the heartbreak in his voice as he doubted himself more than anything, which meant pushing that self-doubt onto you. You had a suspicious feeling that he was much like you in that regard; pushing others away to avoid any pain you could experience from disappointment. “Well, I enjoyed talking to you last night, and I wanted to talk to you again once you weren’t inebriated.”

His expression softened as he looked at your face, your eyes conveying the truth that he was afraid to allow himself to believe. He was still doubtful, but for some idiotic reason, he chose to believe you. What reason would you have to lie, anyway?

“So you just… enjoy talking to me? You wanna start your day talking to me, this early in the morning?” He chuckled softly at his questions, wishing he could give himself an answer.

“Well,” you began with a soft smile, “I’d talk to you all day if you allowed me to. Hell, the entire vacation, if it were up to me.” You couldn’t help the flirtatious tone that took over when you spoke to him, just wanting him to know how much you enjoyed being around him despite not being around him much in the first place.

He was having a difficult time wrapping his head around the fact that you were really interested in him when he was drunk and somber, still wanting to get to know him now that he was sober, but he wouldn’t complain too much. He smiled wide again as he leaned over slightly in his chair toward you. “Oh really? You wanna spend all day with me?”

“Only if you want to,” you replied softly, sipping the remains of your drink. “I don’t have much planned but sitting by the pool, maybe some yoga, all that fun stuff. If you wanna be stuck with me at any point, you know where my room is.”

Rick studied you for a moment, still in a state of disbelief, but he couldn’t say no. Not when you were offering. “You know what? Sounds good, sweetheart. I don’t really got much going on today, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my day with than a pretty girl like you,” he said confidently.

“Well, I guess it’s a date,” you said with a wink, looking over at him with soft eyes. “So, besides me making sure you don’t dehydrate, what did you wanna do today then?”

A date. God, he couldn’t stop that damn smile from creeping onto his face. “I dunno,” he said, placing his now empty coffee cup off to the side. “Maybe… a swim?”

“I’d love to,” you replied sweetly. “Your head feeling up to it?” you asked.

Rick chuckled softly. “It’s a bit better, the coffee definitely helped. And staring at a pretty girl makes me feel a lot better, too.”

You laughed and shook your head, pushing his arm gently out of playfulness. “Flirt,” you said with a scoff.

Rick’s smile widened as your hand touched him, pushing him in a playful manner, but he caught your wrist and held it gently. “What can I say? You’re very easy to flirt with,” he replied, his eyes locked on yours.

Your eyes flickered from his hand around your wrist back to his face. “Glad I make it easy for you,” you hummed. “Come on, let’s swim, then.” You pushed yourself from the chair and stood up, shrugging out of the sheer wrap you wore over your swimsuit, and dropped it onto the chair.

As gracefully as you could, you walked over toward the edge of the pool and dove in, splashing the water as you swam around and resurfaced, whipping your hair back as you wiped the water from your eyes. “Come on in, Rick!” You called playfully.

Rick’s jaw tensed as you ditched the wrap, checking your body out immediately, his eyes gazing over the way the swimsuit hugged you in all the right places. He needed to jump into the cold water sooner rather than later with the thoughts that were going through his mind. He cleared his throat as he shrugged out of his button-up after making quick work of the buttons. After a few moments, he jumped into the pool after you, breaking the surface a moment later as he shook his wet hair out.

You watched as he removed his shirt, jumped in, and shook his hair out. You felt that you were no better than a man with the way you eyed him, the thoughts slowly forming in your mind of how badly you wanted him.

Rick’s gaze locked with yours as he shook his head, the water dripping down his face while he ran his fingers through his wet hair. He smirked as he saw the look on your face. “See something you like, sweetheart?”

You wish you could come up with a clever quip or a playful remark, but you just chewed on your bottom lip as you attempted to hide the smile on your face or the obvious blush on your cheeks. “I think I do,” you said simply.

Rick’s smile widened as his eyes flickered to your teeth biting at your lip, taking notice of the look in your eyes, the desire, the heat… He liked it. He swam up to you, getting a little closer to attempt to close the distance. “Oh, really now?” He hummed.

Your hands waded through the water, and your feet kicked, gently propelling your body closer to his. “Oh, definitely,” you replied, your voice slightly softer.

“You know, sweetheart… that swimsuit looks real good on you,” he said, his voice straining slightly.

“Does it?” You asked sweetly, trying to maintain that bit of innocence.

Rick scoffed slightly at your attempt to feign innocence, you knew how you affected him, you had to. “You have no idea,” he replied, his voice low. He was fighting to keep his thoughts clean as he stared at you, feeling his self-control teetering on the edge.

As you swam closer, an impulsive thought popped into your head, so you smiled wide as you suddenly dunked him under the water before you swam off, laughing playfully.

Rick let out a small yelp as you surprised him, catching him completely off-guard. When he resurfaced, he sputtered and spat out water, turning to face you as he wiped his eyes to see you giggling as you were halfway across the pool. He shook his head, his hair plastered to his face. “Oh, playing dirty, are we?” he called out playfully. “Cheater.” He slowly started to swim toward you, keeping his eyes on you.

You just smiled wider and swam a bit further away, trying to play this game with him as you tested the waters. “Looks like you needed to cool off, hot shot,” you laughed and rested your back against the edge.

Rick couldn’t help but laugh as you pushed off the edge and swam around him, circling him as your playful demeanor kept his excitement going. “You sure about that?” He asked with that smile still plastered on his face, his eyes following you as you made another lap around him. “I think you’re a cheater and you like testin’ the rules.”

“Only if it gets a certain cute guy to let loose a little bit,” you replied as you slowed your movements, floating a couple of feet away from him.

He was starting to feel like he was a teen all over again, getting flustered by a pretty girl as you flirted back and forth. It was nice though, he couldn’t deny that, so he swam just a little closer. “What makes you think I’m not loosened up?”

“Come on, you’re so somber, so serious. You’re in Thailand, Rick, you gotta let loose!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll try and lighten up a little… But only on one condition.”

You swam up a little closer to him, still keeping some distance as you eyed him suspiciously.”Oh yeah? And what’s that?” You asked him, curious as to what he had in mind.

“You gotta promise you’ll make sure I have fun, I trust I’m in capable hands,” he replied, his voice softer now. His gaze flickered over your form beneath the water as he could feel the heat within him rising.

“Are you checking me out?”

“Yes, of course I am,” he said without hesitation. “Can you blame me? Pretty girl like you swimming with me? Gotta be honest with you, sweetheart, you’re making it really difficult for me to control myself.”

“Don’t worry, I was sneaking some looks of my own, so I won’t complain about a hot guy checking me out, won’t I?” you asked with a wink as you allowed your body to float toward him, getting even closer.

You were flirty, playful, and so god damned cute, Rick couldn’t help but chase after you as you presented yourself like this to him. He couldn’t help but close the distance between you both, stopping just a few inches from you. “I guess not,” he chuckled, his hand reached out and gently traced his fingertips along your side. “You’re making me think things I probably shouldn’t…”

“Like what?” you asked, wondering how much he’d divulge.

“You really wanna know? Well, I could tell you, but you gotta promise not to think I’m some kind of creep, alright?”

You laughed softly and allowed your body to float right up to his, pressing against him as you stared up, trying to control your own desire. “I wouldn’t think that,” you replied gently.

His hand slipped a bit further down your waist, almost reaching your hip. He swallowed hard and nearly felt a slight bit of panic, wondering if you’d meant that you wouldn’t think less of him. “Well, the things I’m thinking about right now ain’t exactly PG-rated, sweetheart…”

You smiled almost deviously as you boldly placed your hand on his arm, steadying yourself beneath the water. “Are you saying you wanna do dirty things to me, Rick?”

Rick’s eyes narrowed slightly at the very mention of it. His hand rested on your side and tightened its grip only a little while he looked down at you, reading your expressions while he spoke. “Maybe,” he replied, his voice dropping slightly. “I’m saying that I’m having a hard time taking my eyes off you or keeping my hands to myself right now. I want you sweetheart, want you so bad that it hurts…” His hand slipped even lower, resting on your lower back as he pulled you in closer.

“And you’re okay with wanting me? Us being strangers and all?” You asked, your tone almost teasing him, but you didn’t shy away from the idea, you seemed even more interested.

Rick stared down at you with a clenched jaw, wondering if you’d change your mind. But as he looked at you, the desire in your eyes was clear. “To be honest, I don’t care,” he admitted. “Something about you just pulls me in, and I just… I want you and I don’t care about anything else right now.” He moved even closer, his body pressed against yours while you both stood in the center of the pool.

You swallowed hard at his words, and that’s when it clicked in your mind, you wanted to abandon all thought and just go with how your body was feeling. “Rick, if I kiss you, if I say fuck it and just… do this, I already know I’m not going to want to let you go this entire week…” you confessed, your tone soft so only he could hear.

Rick’s breath hitched as you spoke, your words only fueling the growing fire he felt within him. “I won’t lie, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m lettin’ go once I’ve had you,” he admitted, the smirk on his face growing.

“Rick…” you said softly, shivering beneath the water as his hand slipped against your lower back.

“Yeah?”

You smiled and let out a small laugh. “We may not wanna do this in the public pool…” you mentioned, feeling the tension between you two growing exponentially.

He raised his head and looked around, seeing a couple of people here and there beginning to filter into the pool area, and their display had been drawing a little bit of attention. “You might be right,” he said softly, chuckling. “Let’s get out of here, then. Somewhere private.”

“Wanna head back to my room?” You offered, looking over at the few people who had been watching them curiously.

Rick nodded. “Yeah, let’s get our stuff and get out of here. I can’t wait much longer.”

Once you stopped, you pulled your key card from your bag and pushed the door open, welcoming Rick in while you stepped aside. “Make yourself comfortable,” you said softly as you closed the door and placed your bag down. “I’m gonna shower off the pool water quick, okay? You’re more than welcome to join me…” You offered with a gentle tone, smiling over at him with desire.

Rick’s heartbeat picked up at your invitation, wondering just how far you were intending to go here. He wasn’t sure if this was real or if this was actually happening, but all he could think about was your naked body beneath the spray of water. He stepped closer as you led him toward the bathroom, curious if he’d follow.

“You don’t know how much I’d love to join you,” he hummed, his hand reaching up to gently stroke your cheek, his thumb running over your lower lip.

“Then come on,” you replied tenderly, your hand falling to his wrist as you gave it a gentle tug. “I promise I don’t bite unless you prefer me to,” you teased, giving him a playful wink.

Rick chuckled softly at your teasing, his eyes sparkling with arousal as he stepped closer, his hand wrapping around your waist as he pulled you flush against him. He couldn’t believe you were real, let alone here with him in your room. “Oh, I wouldn’t mind if you bit me, in fact, I think I’d rather like it.”

“Oh, Rick, are you into some kinky stuff?” you asked with a playful tone, pulling him closer toward the bathroom as your hands rested against his waist.

“You have no idea,” he said in a low tone, his breath straining slightly as he walked her backward into the bathroom. “There’s so much about me you don’t know, sweetheart. But I could show you, if you’re interested, of course,” he said as he leaned his face closer, his breath hot against your skin.

With a soft sigh, your hands gently caressed the dips and curves of his sides, wanting to explore him just a little as you stood there together, soaking wet from the pool. “I’d like to find out, yes,” you replied. “I like a little mystery, but I am fairly curious.”

“Ask me anything you want, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper while his hand continued to ghost along your jawline. “I have no secrets from you tonight.”

“Just tonight?” you asked playfully, pushing for answers.

Rick chuckled softly at your playful jab, a smirk forming across his face. “Maybe more than just tonight. If you play your cards right.” His smile softened as he pulled you closer while he pressed against you, your body now leaning against the bathroom sink as your hands rested on the edge of the counter.

You were taken with him and rightfully so, he was a breath of fresh air, and you had never met a man so captivating. “Alright then, last name?” you asked with a flirtatious tone.

His smile widened as you asked, realizing you knew less about him than he thought. “Hatchett,” he answered softly, “my last name is Hatchett.”

“Mhm, very sexy and mysterious, very fitting for you, I think.”

Rick tried to play it cool, but here you were, feeding his ego yet again, his heart skipping a beat. No one had called him sexy in a while and had meant it, and he couldn’t deny the thrill he got from it. You didn’t know him, you didn’t know about his money, you just knew him for him. It was a feeling he hadn’t been comfortable finding, it meant much deeper things to think about.

“So then, Rick Hatchett,” you began as you tested his full name, “if I were to sleep with you today, how likely would it be that I see you again?” You asked, your expression soft and thoughtful.

The question threw him off guard and he had almost let his cool composure slip, the thought of you wanting to see him more after this was almost too much. “I’d say there’s a pretty good chance you’ll see me again, and not just because we’re stayin’ in the same resort.”

There was a hesitation, a skepticism you couldn’t help but latch onto despite what he was telling you. “You promise? I’ve had guys ghost me plenty, pretending they don’t know me, pretending nothing happened…”

Rick’s heart sank at the mere thought of it, and it only fueled the desire for him to be the opposite, to show you he was serious. “I promise, sweetheart, I don’t have any intention of doing that. I won’t pretend I don’t know you, and I won’t leave without saying goodbye.” He reached up and gently ran his large hand against your cheek, pushing the strands of hair back and behind your ear.

“That’s what I’m afraid of in all of this, you know, when it’s time to leave the resort...” How could you admit that you felt something for this man already, you had this connection that you sensed, and maybe he did, too. But you were delusional if you thought anything serious would come of this, you shouldn't complicate it further, take it as what it was: fun on a vacation.

“I know,” he whispered as his other hand was light and teasing against your hip. “But we still have tonight, sweetheart. Let’s not worry about tomorrow, okay? Let’s just focus on right now.” He couldn’t think about that, he couldn’t dwell on the what-ifs, or else it would drive him mad.

“What if I want more than just tonight…?”

Rick’s breath caught as the sincerity in your words had struck a chord with him, he hadn’t been expecting some fling to turn into something so serious so quickly, and hell, it hadn’t even been a fling yet. “Then you’ll have me, for as long as you want it, sweetheart,” he murmured.

With your emotions and desires running high, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, your hands resting gently on his chest as you took the leap and kissed him. He couldn’t resist you any longer, so he wrapped his arm around your waist as his other hand tangled in your wet hair. His kiss was passionate yet needy, something under all of that built-up desire finally burst forth.

You were so taken aback by the urgency in his actions that you couldn’t stop the moan that vibrated against his lips, your arms pulling him further against you as his body pressed into yours, pushing you into the counter of the sink. His body responded immediately to your touch, molding against yours while he instinctively slid his hands from you and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the sink while his lips remained against yours. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth as his urgency only grew while his hands rested gently against your waist, his touch light and yet possessive.

When he pulled away from your mouth, he licked his lips while his hand reached around you, his fingers gently skimming along your neck to your shoulders. Your arms reached back and slowly untied the halter of your swim top, allowing the pieces to slowly fall against your chest. Your eyes were locked on his face while he suddenly watched with intense interest, his hands coming up to gently pull down your swim top, revealing your breasts to him. This was the most you’d been exposed to anyone in a bit, but the way Rick had been looking at you made you feel like a work of art. He slowly brought his hands to cup them gently, brushing the pads of his thumbs against your nipples, watching how your body reacted to his touch.

Rick leaned down and placed his mouth over your breast, rolling his tongue around gently in his mouth while he stroked your other one, kneading your flesh as he listened to the sweet sounds you made. Your soft sighs and stifled moans only fueled him to continue, wanting to pull louder and sweeter sounds from your throat. After switching to your other breast and lavishing it with attention, he pulled away and continued to look at you in awe, taking in every curve and swell of your chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his tone low and gentle. “So goddamned beautiful.”

Your eyes were glued to his face as you watched his expressions, the way he swallowed your body with his gaze only made the desire you felt grow tenfold. You pulled off the top half of your swimsuit and discarded it on the floor, smiling nervously up at him, feeling rather vulnerable as he held you between his legs on the sink. “Your turn,” you replied.

Rick’s breath hitched as you fully removed the top half of your suit, revealing more of your skin to him, and he took in every inch of it. “You sure you want me to join you?”

“Of course, I do,” you hummed, “I’d be more disappointed if you didn’t. Why, feeling shy?” Your teasing was gentle, not wanting to scare him away.

“I just… I can’t believe this is happening,” he mumbled as his hands went back to caressing your breasts, gently rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Mhm, come on then, Rick, ditch the clothes and join me.” You pushed against him, causing him to release your chest, and you hopped down from the counter, walking toward the shower as you discarded the bottom half of your suit.

He couldn’t resist your request, he had to get in there with you, so he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it off to the side, sliding out of his soaked shorts and kicked off his sandals. His eyes watched as you ran the water and stepped into the shower, following close behind. “You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?” He hummed as he stepped closer toward you, his bare body now fully in view.

You bit your lip as your eyes flickered down to his body, widening slightly as you stepped back to make more room for him. He was everything and more to what you were expecting and yet he easily surpassed it. “Can’t help it,” you said simply.

He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face as he watched your expression, taking in the sight of him as you were both suddenly bare to each other. He stepped closer to you under the spray of water, his body pressed against yours. The warmth of your skin against his under the cool water caused Rick to shiver.

“I like that about you,” he pointed out, his hands now placed gently on your shoulders. “Naughty girls are my favorite.”

“Mhm, I bet they are, you seem to like the younger, naughty ones, I take it.” You delighted in teasing him, it was always well-received, and this moment was no different. You reached over and grabbed one of the bars of soap, lathering it against his arms, not waiting for another word.

The feel of your hands on his skin was already sending him into a frenzy, and he watched as you seemed to get lost in the way you watched the soap lather against his skin, his muscles flexing every so often as you glide the bar across him. The way your face looked to him was almost sinful, and he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a gentle moan. “You have no idea. God, sweetheart, you’re killin’ me… I want you so bad…”

You tapped his shoulder as a way to tell him to spin around, his back now to you as your hands glide across his shoulders, his back, and his waist. The feeling of how gentle you were and the warmth of your hands was both soothing and arousing. He was becoming more turned on by the second, and if he were to turn around, he’d have a hell of a time hiding the hard-on he now displayed.

Rick’s breath ceased for a moment as your hands dipped lower against his back, your touch sent shivers up his spine as he moaned softly again, his head falling forward as your hands continued to wash him clean. He was quickly losing control, your innocent yet seductive touch driving him to the brink. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, his voice ragged with need.

You became bold as your arms were now wrapped around his stomach, scrubbing the bar of soap against him, feeling the way his abs contracted beneath your touch. Your hands slowly slid down across his v line and you couldn’t help but release a strained sigh.

He let out a gasp as you moved the soap down to his stomach, his abs clenched at your touch and his whole body felt as if it were on fire. “Sweetheart, if you keep going like that, I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here,” he warned.

“Guess that means I’ll have to keep going,” you said with a wide smile, rubbing the soap against him just a little firmly, slowly making your way lower.

Rick didn’t need any more of an invitation than that. With a low growl in his throat, he spun around and pressed her firmly against the tiled wall, his chest pressed against yours as the water cascaded over them both. His hands moved to your hips, holding you in place as he leaned down and captured your lips in a searing kiss.

You moaned against his mouth as he caught you slightly off guard, but you regained yourself and pressed back against his lips with the same amount of passion he’d given you. Carelessly, you tossed the soap somewhere off to the side so you wouldn’t slip, then wrapped your arms around his waist to pull him closer, feeling the cold contrast of the tile against your back as the warmth of his body pressed against your front.

Rick’s mind was consumed with you, the feeling of your body against his was almost too much to bear. His hands roamed all over every inch of you, his touch both gentle and explorative while his grip would tighten on a part of you here and there, almost possessively. He broke the kiss, his lips now trailing down from your jaw to your neck as he murmured against your skin.

“You’re driving me wild, sweetheart,” he groaned softly, lifting his gaze to meet yours. “You don’t know the effect you’re having on me, the way you’re making me feel. And I plan on showing you.”

“Are you planning on taking me right in this shower?” you asked suddenly, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips, only to take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Or are you just talking big?”

Rick’s control snapped at your words, his desire for you taking over any rational thought as he pushed you against the wall firmly. “You’re right, I was trying to take things slow, but you’re not making it easy.

You lifted your leg around his waist, pulling him in as you could feel him pressing against you, his cock pressing firmly against your inner thigh, so close to where you desired him. He groaned at the feeling, his body responding on instinct as he gripped your leg, pulling you closer as he pressed firmly against you.

“Rick, please,” you begged, whimpering almost pathetically, “I need you…”

He scoffed softly and teased both himself and you as he gently rolled his hips against you, letting out a hoarse groan. “Need you too,” he growled. “Right now.” He finally gripped your hips tightly, his fingers dug into your skin as he lifted you with ease as he positioned himself between your legs. Rick notched the head of his cock at your entrance, his body surging forward as he pressed into you.

You were unable to hold back the unholy groan that spilled from your mouth as you rolled your hips to meet his, your head leaned back against the tile as you tried to catch your bearings. “Jesus Christ, Rick,” you whined. Your nails dug into his arms as you held onto him for stability and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He was so careful and yet set such a pace to where he fucks in and out of you deeply. You were losing yourself and quickly in him.

“Sweetheart,” he moaned, “you feel so fuckin’ perfect.” His hips moved with purpose and need, one hand gripping your hip firmly while the other was wrapped around your thigh as he spread you just enough to fuck into you. With each deep, calculated thrust, his body responded effortlessly to yours, wanting and needing more of you. His lips found your neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh that was presented to him.

He quickened his pace, his movements becoming desperate as he continued to claim you, feeling his own body growing hungry for its release. Becoming lost in the feeling of you, of how tight you were, and of how heavenly you felt, Rick’s hand slid up from your hip, casually making its way up across your chest and gripping around your throat as he pulled you in to kiss you.

“Oh God, Rick,” you moaned against his mouth, sloppily kissing him back as if you were at his mercy. “Please, keep going, please–”

“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” he groaned against your lips, his body moving yours with increasing need and urgency. “You want me, I’m here, I’m yours.” He continued to rock his hips against yours, hearing the slap of skin against skin above the sounds of the spray of water as he couldn’t get enough of how you felt clenching around his cock.

Your body began to tense up and he could feel it too, your sounds growing louder with each deep thrust, and he was determined to push you over the edge to hear you meet your end. “Come for me,” he murmured against your lips, pulling them down to kiss the side of your jaw. “Let go, I need to feel you.”

You groaned at his request, rolling your hips to attempt to meet his thrusts while your body was tensing with each passing minute, but you were so close, feeling the coil within your belly ready to snap at any moment. The way he spoke, his voice low and ragged, God, he sounded so sexy. You pulled his face back to yours and kissed him sloppily, your tongue pushing its way into his mouth.

Rick groaned into your mouth, your actions and the way you moved against him had left him feeling overwhelmed, but he wanted to give you what you needed. His fingers dug harder into your thigh, holding you there as he fucked into you, your back hitting the tile with wreckless intensity, but neither of you minded. He pulled your hips closer against his, his body moving against yours with more urgency. He was desperate for you, every fiber of your being consumed by his need for you.

“You taste like sin,” he panted against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip and pulling it with his teeth.

“Keep going, please Rick, getting close–” you moaned, resting your forehead against his as you caught small glimpses of his cock slamming into you.

“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he hummed. “I’ll always give you what you need.” With that, he kissed you deep, claiming your mouth with a need that was almost feral.

“Close–” you mumbled again.

Rick could feel your body trembling against his, the way you moved, the way you sounded, and he knew you were close to the edge. He was close too, the feel of you, he was teetering on his own edge. “Come for me, right now,” he urged, the strain almost too much as he tried to hold back how own orgasm just to make sure you came.

Within seconds of his demand, your body snapped from being wound up so tightly, your head thrown back as much as you could as you cried out his name, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. Your muscles shook and your entire body now felt weak beneath his grasp.

As soon as your body tensed and he felt your pussy clench against him, pulling him in, he fell over the edge alongside you, his body shaking with the intensity of his own release. He held you up against the shower wall, allowing you both to ride out your highs, his body now trembling as he attempted to regain composure.

You panted heavily, resting your head against his shoulder as he held you in place. “Oh god, that was…amazing,” you said softly, rolling your head slightly against his as your arms wrapped gently around him. You could have stayed like this for longer if your legs weren’t feeling like jelly.

Rick let out a deep breath as he stroked your wet hair, trying to catch his own breath. “Amazing doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he replied with a small breathy laugh. He leaned down slightly and placed a kiss on the top of your head before slowly, somewhat reluctantly, pulling away from you.

“Maybe we should actually wash off this time,” you teased with a playful smirk, grabbing the soap from the floor and beginning to wash yourself from the mess you both made.

Rick chuckled softly as he watched you clean yourself, his gaze softened as he came down from his high, now staring at you in a way that could be mistaken as smitten. “Probably a good idea,” he hummed, taking another moment to admire the way the water cascaded down your body, the way you moved, the way you would look up at him. “Keep looking at me like that and I'll have a difficult time keeping my hands to myself.”

“The feeling is mutual, but I shouldn't tempt you further until we're out of the shower,” you teased and handed him the soap, stepping out of the shower.

“Good, you're too distracting,” Rick teased as he grabbed the soap from you, cleaning himself off as quickly as possible to join you.

“You're the distracting one,” you replied as you wrapped around towel around you, then smiled and gave him a little wave as you walked out and went to the bed, sitting on the edge as you waited for him.

Rick turned off the water and quickly dried himself with a spare towel, the image of you sitting on the bed, wrapped only in a towel fueling him to finish up. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before walking into the bedroom to join you. His eyes immediately found you, looking so happy as you greeted him with a soft smile.

You patted the spot next to you and smiled softly, looking up at him as he looked so damn wonderful with the way his hair clung to his face, or the way he stood there in the doorway just looking at you. He made his way over to the bed, his eyes locked on yours the entire time as he sat beside you, his body almost involuntarily moving closer as though drawn like a magnet. The smell of the soap on your skin, the lingering taste of your lips on his, he couldn’t help but lean in and brush his thumb against your hair, pushing it from your face.

“You’re irresistible, you know that?” He asked softly, his eyes taking in the little details of your face.

Your smile widened as you leaned in slightly into the touch of his hand, almost hesitant. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you,” you replied with a soft laugh, scooting closer to him as your legs touched. “I have a bad feeling I’m going to be addicted to you by the end of this trip.” You couldn’t help but laugh at how odd it sounded out loud, but you felt that it was right.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he teased, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, his fingers gently skating across your skin. “I have a feeling you’re already addicted, sweetheart.”

You let out a playful chuckle and shrugged nonchalantly, shrugging off the realness of his observation. “Mhm, you know me too well already, but it’s not a bad thing. Only bad thing about it is when this trip is over…” you trailed off, your voice fading out as you realzied that not being able to see him after this was more painful than you’d realized.

Rick felt the mood shift slightly at the mention of the trip ending, and he knew it was inevitable, but the thought of leaving you now after being able to touch you, to hold you, it was gut wrenching. The connection he’d felt with you, and not spurred on by you wanting him for his money, no, you wanted him. He didn’t want to lose that.

He sighed softly, his hand coming to a pause on your thigh. “Let’s not think about that right now,” he said softly. “Let’s just enjoy what time we have together.”

“But what if… I want more than that? I don’t want to let this go, Rick,” you said sternly, slipping your hand over his.

He spent the last few hours convincing himself that this was a fling, a vacation fling, but hearing you say that you didn’t want to let this go, it forced him to come to terms with things he wasn’t prepared to feel. He took a deep breath as his fingers laced with yours, squeezing gently. “Sweetheart…” he said gently, his voice trailing off. “What are you trying to say?”

You sat up straighter, your hand gripped his as you looked him in the eyes and just stared at him for a moment. You wanted to read his expression clearly, see if what yo usaid next would have the effect you wanted. “What I’m saying is I don’t want this to end, Rick. The vacation will end, sure, but this, whatever we have between us, I don’t want it as just a fling.”

Rick tried to keep himself in check, he didn’t want to become too involved, yet heaning you say you didn’t want this to end was too much to resist. He’d felt empty when he got here, and yet your smile and your kindness had made him feel something other than the hollow hole in his chest. It wasn’t a significant change right away, but he’d felt happier than he had in a long while. “Are… are you sure? I don’t wanna get ahead of myself here, but this–” he gestured between you both– “I wanna keep that, too.”

“Of course, I’m sure,” you said with a gentle smile. “So I wanna keep this, no matter where we live, I’ll go to you, I don’t care. I want to make this happen.” You brought his hand up to your mouth and placed a gentle kiss against his knuckles, your eyes never leaving his.

He felt his chest tighten as he listened to your heartfelt words, feeling your sincerity, the desperation in your voice to keep this, and he knew then that he’d fight for it, too. His thumb stroked your hand as he offered a smile. “I don’t care about the distance or where we live, as long as we can make this work. If you’re willing.”

You smiled wide and suddenly lifted yourself up, throwing your leg over his lap as you made yourself comfortable as you sat nestled against him. Your hands were on either side of his face as you pulled him into a passionate kiss. When you pulled away from him, your thumb gently brushed against his cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.

“Then let’s make it happen, yeah?”

His hands instinctively came to rest on your hips as your lips met, kissing you back with that strained desperation he fought against, wanting to keep his cool. He was completely lost in you, intoxicated by the feeling of your body, the emotions you forced him to face, and the way your breath mingled with his. Pulling away for a moment, he stared up at you, his gaze soft and inviting as his eyes flickered across every little detail.

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” he murmured gently, resting his forehead against yours as he let out a heavy sigh. Somewhere deep down, he felt that maybe everything would be alright, and he was grateful that he ever visited the White Lotus.

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shockercoco · 1 year ago

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Whiskey

Major John Egan x reader

Warnings - few swear words, flirting, alcohol

Word count - 1418

a/n - it's been sooo long, mainly because I've been focused on doing applications to transfer colleges. I also didn't know who to write about for a while after farleigh, lol. I hope you enjoy :)

“How much longer are you going to be back there?” your friend groans from the other side of the bar. The bar staff requested extra hands since a large number of pilots and crew had arrived, and for some reason you volunteered to help out.

“I have another hour left, and then I’m finished,” you say as you hand the guy next to her his drink. She just groans in response. “Plus, you said you were planning on ditching me and finding someone to entertain you for the night.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same when I’m doing it alone.”

“You do realize I’m not the only person you know here, right?” You tell her as another uniformed man walks up to the bar.

“Can I get a round of whiskeys and a ginger beer, please?” the man asks before your friend could answer. You nod and get started on his order.

“Ginger beer?” you hear your friend ask in a judgemental yet light tone.

“Don’t worry it’s not for me,” the man lets out a small laugh. You hand him his drinks on a tray, and he thanks you before walking away.

“You may not be the only person I know, but you're the only one I really like. But I’ll leave you alone to do your job and make my way to where that man just went,” your friend nudges her head in his direction. After following him with your eyes you give her a ‘really’ look once you spot the table and she gives you an innocent shrug in return.

The table is surrounded by nothing but higher ups. It also happens to include the inseparable best friends Major John “Bucky” Egan and Major Gale “Buck” Cleven.

“Maybe once you get Major Egan you’ll be able to put in a good word for me with Major Cleven, or if I get to Cleven first, I could put in a good word for you. We could do the whole double date thing. Their names have a nice ring to it don’t you think?”

“Lower your voice,” you shush her as you glance around for any listening ears. All of the men in the bar know one another in some way, and word travels fast.

“What? You’ve had a crush on the guy for the longest time, and you do nothing about it every time he flies in,” she tells you. “If you ask him out and he turns you down, it's not like you have to see him for long.”

“I’m sorry, have you met me? What makes you think I would ever go up to a guy and ask him out?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll just have to be bold for the both of us. Can I get a shot before I go, I’m going to need some liquid courage to take these men on.”

“Take your shot and go,” you say as you wave her off with your hand after placing her shot down in front of her. She takes her shot and wanders off, but not before giving you a smirk. You just playfully roll your eyes in return.

You don’t realize how much time goes by with the constant swarm of men coming up to the bar, but when you decide to look up at the clock on the wall you notice you only have ten minutes left until you're free. It has pretty much slowed down given the fact that most of the men were already drunk out of their minds, but the room was far from quiet.

“Next time it’ll be me who knocks his ass out,” you hear a voice say as they come up to the bar you currently had your back to.

You turn around confused, planning to question the person, but you freeze a little once you notice Major Eagan infront of you. You feel yourself panic a little given the fact that this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. He must see your confused expression though because he begins to explain himself.

“Sorry not you, I was talking to one of my buddies. He knocked some brit out on the first punch,” he says, but not before quickly adding, “It was well deserved though, the man was a prick.”

You just nod in response, not knowing what to say to that other than, “Can I get you anything, Major?”

“Yes, whiskey please,” he smiles as he leans his uniform covered arms on the bar top.

“You wouldn’t happen to belong to the table that requested all those whiskeys tonight would you?” you ask as you turn around to grab a bottle and glass. You also try to keep your hands steady and your face as neutral as possible.

“Guilty,” he lets out a small laugh as you set his drink in front of him. He doesn’t reach out to touch it, but keeps those blue eyes of his on you. “Got a problem with whiskey?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Because I could’ve sworn you made a face when I said it,” he tells you, but there’s no attitude behind it. Good observation skills on his part, bad concealing skills on your part. He is a soldier after all.

“Oh, you caught that,” you let out a little laugh as you try to busy yourself with something behind the bar. As much as you would like to keep talking to him – because you would most likely never get the chance again – you kind of wish he would walk away so you could control your sweating. Your friend would probably slap you if you turned this interaction down though.

“Yeah, is there a story behind it or you just don’t like whiskey?”

“I just don’t like it,” you say, and it’s true. You feel it’s way too strong, especially to be drinking so casually.

“You have one of the best whiskeys sitting on that shelf behind you, and you're telling me you don’t like it?” you’re not looking at him, but you can hear a playful tone in his voice. If only your friend could see you now, wherever she is.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Uh huh,” he replies in a tone that tells you he doesn’t believe you. “When are you able to leave from behind there?” he motions to you behind the bar.

You take a glance up at the clock at the wall and notice you’re not supposed to leave for another three minutes. But, then again, a cute guy is standing across from you so who cares?

“Now actually,” you respond.

“Well then pour yourself a glass, and I’ll drink it with you,” he tells you, and you feel your stomach flutter. It also could be that you’re nauseous from being so nervous.

“This sounds an awful lot like peer pressure,” you joke and he lets out a laugh.

You do as he says and pour yourself a glass because what the hell. He raises his up as a form of cheers, and you do the same before you both tilt your heads back and drink. You pull a face as the liquid burns going down your throat; he just laughs.

“You really don’t like it,” he says as you set your glass down.

“I prefer sweeter things like wine. You know, the stuff that doesn’t taste like acid,” you say, and he just lets out another laugh at your response.

“Well I’ll remember that for next time,” he says, and you almost drop your guys’ cups, which you just picked up to put away.

“Next time?” you pause before looking up at him.

“Yes. I’m going to be here for a while, and I figured the two of us could do something,” he tells you like it was obvious,” Without any whiskey involved of course.”

“And what makes you think I want to?”

“Because you just spent the past ten minutes having a conversation with me. Oh, and your friend told me to come over here since I helped her get with my buddy Buck,” he gives you a smirk.

Your heart practically slaps the ground, and you feel like you actually might throw up. Part of you isn’t surprised because you were never going to do anything about your crush and your friend knew, and the other part of you is shocked because what happened to girl code?

“Well now I definitely don’t want to,” you tell him, half joking, as you resume cleaning up.

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eggiesins · 7 months ago

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Sandrock Bachelors Being Drunk

Mild NSFW so Minors DNI

My first head canon post, enjoy!

Arvio

Arvio already has no idea what inhibition is so expect his personality to intensify by 200% while his ability to actually come up with schemes drops by 200%. He’s gonna have so many half-baked terrible ideas that he will immediately try to act upon, so be ready to keep him on a kid leash to avoid some really dumb incidents. “Builder! I just had the best idea for how to get more investors for By the Stairs, but we have to act fast! I’m hopping on the next train to Atara right n- what do you mean it can wait til morning??” Arvio already slurs his words, so drunk Arvio I could see being almost unintelligible. Once he’s drunk enough, he’ll constantly flip back and forth between beaming over how much he loves the builder and sobbing over Fang’s most recent rejection.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE rizz

Amirah helps at first, but clocks out of babysitting after the first hour of shenanigans. Good luck Builder. He’s your responsibility now.

Burgess

Sweet, sweet summer child Burgess. He’s not much of a drinker, but would easily be peer pressured into drinking games, especially if the Builder wants him to play. Others offer to drink for him if he wants, but Burgess insists that, as the Chief Water Inspector, his high hydration levels and position of bureaucratic authority give him a high enough tolerance to make it through the whole game. They do not. Sweet baby boy’s never been drunk before and has no idea how to handle it, so be ready to babysit this one too. He’s gonna cry over how beautiful the cactus flowers are in full bloom, how Banjo jumped in his lap and started purring, and how you’re an angel from the Light sent to save Sandrock. Keeping him hydrated is easy, but if he does throw up, he’ll never forgive himself for the wasted water.

He’s very good at listening to the Builder’s instructions and advice on sobering up, though. Of all the drunks on this list, he’s the easiest to comfort and get to bed by far.

Drunk Burgess is a “sinner” (by his perspective) & 100% gives Pen the “you’re a bully but I forgive you” speech instead of turning the other cheek or forgiving immediately.

Ernest

It’s been a while for him. Did he drink and party with Luna back in Atara? 100%, but since arriving at Sandrock, he’s been so busy with hyper fixating on Logan and trying to survive droughts and sandstorms, there hasn’t been much of an opportunity for him to just let loose and party. Once he finally does, though? Mans is writing sonnets on sonnets on sonnets. None of them rhyme, or even make sense, but he gives them his all anyway. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” “Ernest, you said that one already.” “Did I? I guess every time I see you, I seem to just forget everything else.”

Ernest is pretty open about flirting with the Builder normally, so when he’s drunk, expect to hear it way way more. He’s gonna rizz up that Builder as well as his drunk brain can ‘cause he absolutely LOVES seeing them blush because of him. He’s all talk though, well aware that when he’s drunk, neither he nor anyone else should take him seriously. He’s just having fun!

Fang

I could see Fang going one of two ways when drunk: either he realizes he’s drunk and immediately goes to sleep regardless of location OR his walls come down and you get to see an almost completely unfiltered Fang. When his walls come down, oh man, Arvio better watch out. If Arvio were to try any shenanigans, Fang is definitely telling him to shut up and sit down. He’s grumpy normally, so drunk Fang would be much more likely to express that grumpiness. It’s not that he’s a mean drunk so much as he is just more comfortable expressing himself under the effects of liquid courage.

If he’s with the Builder, he becomes soooooo clingy and jealous. “The feel of your touch, unforgettable.” Yeah he’s not giving up the feel of your touch while he feels confident enough to truly demand it. If the builder is standing, he’s right behind them with arms around their waist. If the builder is sitting, his head is on their shoulder, hand on their thigh, glaring down other townies who get too close.

X lowkey loves when Fang gets drunk because it means he doesn’t have to filter what he says either, not that he does it too much normally. He definitely eggs Fang on if the kind doctor happens to be roasting someone (Arvio) like a squawking mini-hypebeast. At the same time, X helps the builder out a lot with getting Fang to drink water and go to sleep.

He has a very low tolerance, 4 drinks max

Justice

Our favorite Sheriff and tiredest dad of all the bachelors, Justice definitely knows how to drink. One of his best friends is the local saloon owner, so yes, Justice has a pretty high tolerance. With that, Justice tends to be pretty mellow when he drinks, but if he’s with the builder, he’s getting flirty too. He’s gonna lean hard into the cowboy aesthetic, with a fake tip of the hat before asking the builder to dance. During the dance Justice is pulling the builder close enough to stand on his feet (so he doesn’t drunkenly stumble on them) & going all the way with the spins and twirls. He’s not elegant by any means, but he is fun! He’s giggly and having a good time (probably annoying Logan).

If the builder is a friend, he’d insist on walking them home to see them off safely before stumbling back to his house. If the builder is more than a friend, Justice is definitely laying on the rizz and trying to get laid down at the workshop.

[insert “hmm society” question about life here] (seriously though, why do all the civil corps members wax philosophical so often?)

Logan

We all know the yakboy only dances when he drinks, but what else will he do when drunk? Logan has a temper, yes, but he’s also a soft gooey ball of affection with the people he cares about, and that dichotomy is on full display when he drinks. He avoids drinking games (they’re dumb & childish & he’s a grown man, damnit), but if the Builder wants to get up to drunken shenanigans? Oh he’s in.

“Darlin’, are you seriously tellin’ me ya wanna go build a scarecrow that looks like death to set up outside Cooper’s house ‘n scare him when he wakes up at 4am?” “Ye” “What do ya need me to do?”

Surprisingly, not a horny drunk at all (fanfic writers sue me). BUT, he is an affectionate drunk with the builder. Kinda like Fang, he’s all about the physical affection, especially in public. The builder is his, and he’s gonna make sure it stays that way. When they get home, he just wants to lay in bed with the builder in a cuddly vice grip til they both fall asleep.

He definitely relies on Rambo knowing the way home, just hops up, tells the goat where to go, and halfway passes out in the saddle. He’s definitely getting roasted for being a lightweight by Andy when he gets home.

Miguel

How else would a religious fanatic obsessed with discipline act when drunk? Off the rails ranting & outright simping for the builder. Full stop. I’m not even a Miguel fan and I know this man is so down bad for the builder. He wouldn’t even want to drink initially, until the builder challenges him to a game. “Very well, Builder. For the person who has done the most to promote telesis in this barren land, I can surely raise a glass or two in celebration.”

Once he’s drunk, expect a strange combination of sermon and praise for the builder (he will definitely be mortified in the morning). But if the builder even touches him by accident, he’s already hiding a sneaky semi tenting his pants.

“Miguel…are you hard right now?” “Builder, it would be a sin for me to deny the truth of this situation. *proceeds to dramatically throw his jacket off* Take me now, body and soul.” “I mean, sure, but…can that wait til we can get home?” “OH…………………..yes”

The next morning, while nursing a hell of a hangover and the raw, unfiltered embarrassment of drunken mistakes, he vows to never drink again. At least, as long as the builder doesn’t ask him to.

Owen

Honestly? I don’t see Owen acting too differently when drunk, just a lot less anxious when interacting with the builder. Seemingly out of nowhere, his stuttering and nervous way of speaking with the builder is gone, replaced with a more confident barkeep.

He’s wicked good at drinking games, having spent his entire life inside of a saloon. If you think you’re winning beer pong or rage cage against Owen’s 6 foot something ass, you’re wrong. There’s a reason Justice and Logan outright refuse to play drinking games with him, and it’s cause it always ended with someone throwing up. Never Owen, though. He’s got a finely tuned tolerance for alcohol and knows exactly where his sweet spot is.

He won’t really try to initiate any sexy times with the builder, but if they start dropping hints for him? “Justice, can you watch the bar while I step out with the builder real quick? They need some help..um…perfecting a new recipe.” Cue Justice’s shit-eating grin. “Sure pardner, take as long as y’all need” with a quick wink at the couple

Pablo

Is he drunk, or has he just been pretending to drink that much? Who knows? Pablo’s been around, especially in Walnut Groove. He knows how to drink and even more so, he knows how to look how to drink especially. He’s watching the town get absolutely smashed with glee, taking stock of everything that happens, especially anything embarrassing.

He’s the one who calls at 8am the next morning when you’re hungover to hell and back and tell you, in excruciating detail, every embarrassing thing you said and did, just in case you forgot. All in all, I think he likes to drink a little, socially of course, but he’s far more interested in getting others drunk instead of himself.

Pen

Assuming that Pen can get drunk (he is sensitive to Duvos peppers), he’s gonna be glued to whatever the nearest reflective surface is. But what actually surprises the builder is how genuinely affectionate he becomes with them, especially if they’re not officially a thing yet. He wants them sitting in his lap so he can wrap their skinny arms in his big arms the entire time.

When he’s not being affectionate, he’s definitely trying to spar with them, though. For Pen, fighting is very much foreplay, and this is even more true when he’s drunk. He would already be turned on just by the builder existing, so a drunken brawl at 2am? He’s the hardest he's ever been the entire time, full stop. Bro is so hard from fighting the builder he has to take care not to fall flat on his face or he might break Pen jr.

Pen avoids getting drunk because it also makes him feel guilty, at least some part of him. He doesn’t necessarily like deceiving the builder (Sandrock he could take or leave tbh), but he has to so he can protect the life he wants for himself. The builder changed a lot of that for him, so he feels a lot of guilt about keeping secrets. Don’t be surprised if drunk Pen says he needs to confess something, only to go silent for 5 straight minutes before telling them he’s just hungry.

You know that meme about the guy’s roommate who blacks out and designs an entire airplane? That’s Qi when he drinks, but with spaceships. How did you get him to the saloon to start drinking in the first place? Three words: Saloon Trivia Night. Qi is competitive, and assumes that he’s usually at the top of his respective totem pole, so when Owen starts including trivia questions about archaeology, building, agriculture, etc, Qi can get frustrated relying on his team to answer for him. And for every round lost, that’s another drink finished. Soon enough, he’s ranting about the uselessness of “soft sciences” and the possibilities of interstellar space travel (someone please just make out with him and shut this nerd up) The drunker he gets, the more he only excuses the builder’s mistakes and no one else’s.

This man definitely gets hot and bothered when drunk, but has no idea what he’s feeling or what to do about it, so he usually just goes to bed. If the builder is romancing him, though? The builder will definitely need to initiate things, but from there a now-uninhibited Qi goes off, following any and every instinct he can that the builder will allow. He wants to try everything with them, for science of course.

Unsuur

Regular Unsuur is honest, if a bit stoic. Drunk Unsuur is too honest, and still kinda stoic. As soon as he has a thought, he’s saying it, no filter. It doesn't matter who he is talking to or what he is saying, he’s gonna let loose with whatever he’s thinking. “Hey Cooper, why do you talk so much? Like, you talk a lot. Going on and on, kind of like I am now. Why do you do that?”

“Unsuur, are you drunk?”

“Yeah. Oh. Builder, can I make love to you until you’re breathless and destroyed and the only word you know is my name? I think you’d be really beautiful like that”

“Unsuur, we’re in public! Everyone can hear you right now.”

“Oh, yeah. We should probably go home before doing that. Pretty sure having sex in public is a crime.”

Aside from shamelessly flirting with the builder, Unsuur would also just wax philosophical to all the town pets in some corner of the saloon. None of the other drunks there could keep up with his train of thought, but he doesn’t let that stop him. Now Macchiato’s third eye is open, and he’s considering joining the civil corps under Captain.

I hope you guys enjoyed the headcanons! Let me know if you want to see the bachelorettes too! Yan has dialogue in the game about "mixing yakmel milk and catnip" so if y'all want any other headcanon posts, intoxicated or otherwise, let me know!

#sandrock #mtas headcanon #my time at sandrock #mtas #unsuur #mtas logan #mtas arvio #mtas fang #mtas owen #mtas unsuur #mtas builder #mtas pen #mtas miguel #mtas pablo

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jaefluenza · 4 months ago

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Rekindlement | Jjh.

genre: suggestive, fluff, oneshot

characters: jeong jaehyun x gn!reader

2,251 words

“you didn’t mean it… but all it took was just the longing look on his eyes for you to realize; you missed him too.”

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The club pulsed with life—neon lights flashing, music thundering through the air. You swayed on the crowded dance floor, a cocktail glass loosely gripped in your hand. Your friends cheered you on, laughing as you twirled around, inhibitions completely long forgotten.

“One more drink!” someone shouted, and you giggled, stumbling toward the bar. The world spun, but in a fun, dizzying way that made everything seem brighter, louder, and just a little more reckless.

You turned, leaning back against the bar to scan the crowd, eyes catching on a tall figure near the edge of the dance floor. His face was blurred by the haze of alcohol and lights, but something about him seemed… familiar. Your heart skipped a beat, though you couldn’t quite place why.

He looked your way, and your eyes locked.

Without thinking, you pushed off the bar and walked toward him. Your movements were fluid, mind foggy, but one thought blazed clear: he’s gorgeous.

“Hi,” you said, voice louder than usual to compete with the music.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Hi.”

There was something in his tone—a teasing familiarity that tickled the edges of your memory—but you ignored it. Before you could second-guess yourself, you reached up, cupping his face, and kissed him.

It wasn’t a soft, hesitant kiss. It was bold, fueled by liquid courage and the heady rush of the moment. The stranger froze for a fraction of a second, then kissed you back, his hands lightly resting on your waist.

The world seemed to tilt, the music fading into the background. For a moment, it felt… right.

But then he pulled away, his lips hovering near yours as he whispered, “(Y/n)?”

Your eyes shot open, the sound of your name slicing through the drunken haze. You blinked, staring up at him. The neon lights painted his face in shifting colors, but now, with him this close, you definitely couldn’t mistake him.

“Jaehyun?” you breathed, voice barely audible over the music.

His expression was unreadable, a mix of shock, amusement, and something deeper you couldn’t quite name. “I thought you recognized me,” he said, his tone teasing, but his eyes betrayed something more intense.

Your hands flew to your mouth, cheeks burning. “Oh my God. I didn’t—I wasn’t—”

He chuckled, though there was an edge to it. “Didn’t expect to run into you here. And definitely not like this.”

You stepped back, suddenly hyper-aware of the people around you and the fact that your ex-boyfriend—the ex-boyfriend—had just kissed you back.

“I need… I need to go,” you stammered, spinning on your heel.

“(Y/n), wait.” Jaehyun grabbed your wrist gently, his touch sending an electric jolt through your body. “It’s been a while. Can we talk?”

You turned to face him, your heart pounding. “Talk? Now?”

He smiled softly, the kind of smile that used to make your knees weak. “Maybe after you’ve had some water first.”

You hesitated, torn between the urge to run and the pull of old feelings you thought you’d buried. “Fine. But just to talk,” you said, trying to sound firm despite the wobble in your voice.

Jaehyun nodded, his hand lingering on your wrist for a moment longer before letting go. As he led you to a quieter corner of the club, you couldn’t help but wonder if this accidental kiss was the universe’s cruel joke—or its way of reopening a door you thought was forever closed.

-ˋˏ✄- - - - - - - ♡⁠

He found a quieter corner tucked away from the blaring speakers and the crush of bodies on the dance floor. You sank into a booth, Jaehyun sitting across from you. A waiter appeared with water, and Jaehyun handed you a glass.

“Drink,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

You gulped the water down, grateful for the coolness that cleared some of the fog in your head. You set the glass down, but your hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting—twisting the rim, picking at a napkin, avoiding his gaze.

“I didn’t mean to kiss you,” you blurted, breaking the heavy silence between the both of you.

Jaehyun leaned back, his eyes studying you like he always did—calm, calculated, as if he could see right through you. “I figured as much. But it still happened.”

You looked up at him, the soft lighting of the booth casting shadows across his sharp features. “What are you even doing here?”

“Same reason as you, I guess,” he said, shrugging. “Needed a break. Didn’t expect to run into… someone I used to know.”

You winced at his phrasing. “Someone you used to know?” you repeated, voice tinged with hurt.

Jaehyun’s expression softened. “That’s not what I meant, (Y/n).” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You were never just someone to me. You know that.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, you forgot where you both were.

You sighed, breaking eye contact. “We broke up for a reason, Jaehyun.”

“And I’ve regretted it every day since,” he said, his voice low but steady.

Your heart stuttered. You hadn’t expected that.

“Don’t,” You whispered, shaking your head. “You don’t get to say that now. Not after everything.”

He reached out, his hand brushing yours lightly before you pulled away. “I know I hurt you. I know I wasn’t… enough for you back then. But seeing you tonight, (Y/n)…” He paused, his jaw tightening. “It made me realize I still care about you. A lot.”

Your chest ached, the sincerity in his voice cutting through you like a knife. But you couldn’t afford to go down this road again.

“We’re not the same people anymore,” you said, voice trembling.

“Maybe not,” Jaehyun admitted. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t start over.”

You laughed bitterly. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” he said firmly. “But maybe it’s worth it. Maybe you’re worth it.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with possibility and pain. You stared at him, mind racing. Part of you wanted to walk away, to leave the past where it belonged. But another part—a stubborn, reckless part—couldn’t help but wonder if this was fate giving you both another chance.

“I need time,” you finally said, voice barely above a whisper.

Jaehyun nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “I can give you that. As long as you promise not to disappear on me again.”

You looked away, lips pressing into a thin line. “No promises, Jaehyun.”

But even as you said it, you couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight was the start of something you weren’t ready to name.

-ˋˏ✄- - - - - - - ♡⁠

The walk back to your apartment was quiet at first, the city buzzing softly around them. The cool night air brushed against your flushed skin, grounding you slightly. Jaehyun walked beside you, his hands tucked into his pockets, his strides calm and unhurried.

“You didn’t have to walk me home,” you said, breaking the silence.

“I wanted to,” Jaehyun replied simply, glancing down at you.

Your heart did an uneasy flip. The streets felt emptier than they were, the world narrowing to just the two of you. Every now and then, your arms brushed, and each time sent a spark shooting through your already fragile resolve.

As moments passed after Jaehyun walked you inside your apartment building, you paused in front of the entrance, hesitating. You fished your keys from your bag, hands shaking slightly. “Thanks for… tonight, I guess,” you said awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.

Jaehyun chuckled softly. “What are you thanking me for? Walking you home after you kissed me in a club?”

Your cheeks burned. “You didn’t have to say it like that.”

He stepped closer, his presence warm despite the cool night. “Why not? It’s the truth.”

You looked up at him, your annoyance melting into something softer. His gaze was steady, intense, and far too familiar.

“Jaehyun—” you started, but the words caught in your throat as he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Can I come in?” he asked, his voice low.

Your breath hitched. The air between you grew heavy, and yourbmind raced with a hundred reasons why this was a bad idea. But when you looked into his eyes, you saw the same longing that mirrored your own.

Without answering, you turned and unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. You glanced over your shoulder, catching Jaehyun’s hesitant expression. “Are you coming or not?”

He followed you in, the door clicking shut behind him.

Inside, your apartment was dimly lit and quiet, the faint hum of the fridge being the only sound. You set your keys on the counter, your back turned on him. You could feel his presence behind you, his closeness magnetic.

“You really didn’t have to walk me home,” you repeated, more to fill the silence than anything.

“I know,” he said softly, his voice closer now.

You turned around, only to find him mere inches away. Your breath hitched as his gaze captured yours, a blend of hesitation and longing flickering within.

“Jaehyun…”

Before you could say anything else, he closed the distance between you two, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. This time, it wasn’t a drunken mistake or a spur-of-the-moment impulse. It was deliberate, slow, and full of unspoken emotions that had been buried for far too long.

Your hands found their way to his shirt, clutching the fabric as you kissed him back. The world outside the apartment ceased to exist as Jaehyun pressed you gently against the counter, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jawline.

“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and uneven.

You pulled back slightly, gaze meeting his. For a moment, you wavered, torn between the past and the present, between caution and desire. But as your eyes met his, all you could sense was the heavy silence of unspoken words and the emotions you had kept locked away until this moment.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice trembling but certain.

Jaehyun exhaled sharply, relief and hunger flashing across his face before he kissed you again, this time with a fervor that left no room for doubt.

The rest of the night blurred into a haze of intertwined bodies, murmured apologies, and rekindled closeness. By the time he laid you gently on your bed, the city outside stirred to life, but within the apartment, it felt like the dawn of a second chance.

-ˋˏ✄- - - - - - - ♡⁠

You lay on your side, back turned to Jaehyun, staring at the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet except for the sound of both you and Jaehyun’s breathing, uneven and heavy in the aftermath of what had just happened.

You clutched the blanket closer, mind racing. What had you just done? You could still feel his touch, his lips, the weight of his presence lingering like a ghost you couldn’t shake.

Behind you, Jaehyun shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. His fingers ghosted over your shoulder, hesitant at first, before he let them rest there.

“(Y/n),” he said softly, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t respond, lips pressing into a thin line as you squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t quite trust yourself to speak, not yet.

He sighed, his breath warm against the back of your neck. “I miss you.”

The words hit you like a blow, the weight of them sinking deep into your chest. Your eyes opened, and for a moment, you just stared at the wall, heart pounding.

“Don’t,” you whispered, voice breaking slightly.

“Don’t what?” he asked, his tone gentle but insistent.

“Don’t say things like that,” you said, turning to face him. Your eyes searched his, looking for something—anything—that would make this easier.

Jaehyun looked at you, his expression raw and unguarded. “Why not? It’s the truth.”

You shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “Because it doesn’t change anything. We broke up for a reason, Jaehyun. Saying you miss me doesn’t fix what happened.”

“I know,” he said quietly, his hand reaching out to brush a tear from your cheek. “But it doesn’t mean I stopped feeling it.”

His touch was soft, comforting, and it made your heart ache even more. You closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. “Why now? Why tonight?”

You hesitated, subtly aware of his hand still resting on your cheek. “Because seeing you again brought back everything I tried to bury. And kissing you…” His voice faltered, thick with emotion. “It made me realize I never truly let go.”

Your chest tightened, and you bit your lip to keep from breaking down completely. “I don’t know if I can do this again,” you admitted, voice barely audible.

Jaehyun leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m not asking for anything right now, (Y/n). I just… I needed you to know how I feel. That I never stopped caring about you.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you let it fall, too tired to wipe it away. “I missed you, too,” you confessed, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Jaehyun’s breath hitched, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you as if he were afraid you might disappear. You let yourself sink into the embrace, walls crumbling piece by piece as you clung to him in the quiet stillness of the night.

For now, the world outside could wait.

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hxlxnaaa · 3 months ago

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can i pretty please have the extended version of what happens in zaynes exclusive tutorial……. asking for a friend……..

ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ….

𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: an extended version of zaynes exclusive tutorial 5-star ;)

★ 𝐜𝐰/𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: first person pov, quickie SMUT!!!!, a lot of the dialogue is just taken from the card

★ 𝐰𝐜: 3.5k

★ 𝐚/𝐧: i literally have not wrote smut since i was at least 13...i lowkey blacked out writing this so if it sucks i'm so sorry. it was good practice though so ty for the request!

Internally, I was dreading this. As a Deepspace Hunter, low-key yet high end, relaxed events were not something I was accustomed to. While it was a nice change from the chaotic atmosphere of my own work, I couldn’t help but worry I may embarrass myself.

When Zayne first invited me, I was a bit surprised he’d ask me of all people. I was sure the man was convinced I’d, at some point during the night, make a fool of him and myself. Though I was pleased he thought of me, and honored to be chosen, it put the stakes of the night higher.

I tried to make myself as fancy as possible, without overdoing it, because I was convinced these people would know I was trying too hard. I mean, they were all top med school alumnus who probably made more in a day than I made in a year.

Walking in with Zayne, the club lighting was low with soft jazz playing in the background. I scanned the perimeter, and observed the people around. Nearly everyone had brought a companion, and I smirked to myself. Mentioning I could tell why he brought me along, I gestured for him to lean down to my level.

“Did you feel left out because everyone else brought someone? Is that why?”

Zayne looked back at me, “Yes. It’s why I invited you.”

“Lame… I thought you’d make up an excuse and deny it.

Bantering with him for a second, one of his classmates approached us. The two make small talk with each other, when the man finally introduces himself as Steven to me, reaching out for a handshake. Before I can even respond, Zayne quickly grabs my hand instead.

“Let’s find a place to sit down and talk.”

Sitting at the bar with Zayne and his classmates, I get to finally turn off my brain and just listen. All of them go on and boast about him, Steven particularly going on about his pool skills. Zayne sits comfortably with the attention, and it’s safe to assume he’s well accustomed to being the center of it all; though it didn’t last when I quickly caught his eye, as he gave me a helpless look.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” He whispered to me, an edge to his voice that was practically begging me to get him out and away from these people.

Zayne grabs his drink, assuming I was going to agree, and I stop him. He gives me a confused look as I turn my body to fully face him. Deciding to have some fun, the drinks I’ve had giving me some liquid courage-

“I haven’t seen Dr. Zayne play pool either… Is he really that good?” I smiled at him.

He pauses, lips forming into a tight line, “Ah, so you’re ganging up on me.”

I was pushing the right buttons.

While another classmate comes up to Zayne, doting all over him like the others, as he goes on about “hands on learning” with him.

I smirk inwardly, taking a sip out of my wine glass. Oh yeah, I thought to myself, I’m gonna use that one.

After the man leaves, Zayne playfully pinches my ear, “I could see you eavesdropping from a mile away, did you find anything interesting?”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, “I heard…” Pretending to think for a second, I looked around the room, then back at him, “you’re incredibly considerate to your juniors and are highly respected by everyone, Dr. Zayne”

He sighs, looking away, clearly unsatisfied with my answer. “I guess you can be nice…” I tapped his shoulder.

Zayne raises an eyebrow, “You guess? Do I not treat you well?”

Shrugging, I shake my head and raise my hands, feigning innocence, “It’s hard to say…” I take another sip out of my glass. “You never did any ‘hands-on’ learning with me.” Sticking out my lower lip in a pout, “And everyone says it’s an honor to be taught by you, sir…”

Putting down my wine glass, I sigh, “I wonder when I’ll get to experience it…”

“It seems you truly do want to learn about surgeries.” Zayne retorts.

“Who says it has to be for work?”

He looks at me, almost startled.

“Follow me.”

On the club's second floor, the billiard hall is tucked away, secret, and empty.

Perfect.

Walking forward, I circle around one of the pool tables.

“Why are we playing pool all of a sudden?” Zayne asks from behind me.

I flip my hair and look at him over my shoulder, “Because I wanna learn from you of course. Dr. Steven was praising your pool skills, but you’ve never mentioned them before.” I pushed my back to the table, leaning back on my hands.

Zayne walks up to me, “He was drunk and just rambling.”

“Oh? He said you were really good…” Cocking my head to the side to look at him, he stared back at me with intent, “Like a professional.”

“Maybe because a surgeon has steady hands.”

“Then-” I stood up straight again, crossing my arms and smiling sweetly, “it’d be nice if I could get some tips from you.”

“While I can’t give any tips per se, we can play.” He looks at me and smiles back, “If you want.”

Picking out two cue sticks, handing me the shorter one, he walks to one of the tables in the corner, “Have you played before?”

“Once or twice. People say I have potential,” Zayne raises a brow at my confidence, “but I ‘can play’.”

“Are you gonna be strict with me, sir?” I playfully swing around the cue stick. Zayne crosses his arms, leaning into me, “Strict teachers make outstanding students.” He states, “Let’s start.”

Gesturing for me to go, I lean over the table, feeling his eyes boring into me. I hold my breath as I hit the ball, the only sound in the room the echoes of the balls scattering.

Zayne chuckles under his breath, and I look back at him, “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

“You have more than enough strength. If you adjust your posture, you’ll see better results.”

“I need you to help me identify my weak spots via ‘hands-on learning’, sir.”

I watch as his facade begins to crumble a bit, before he quickly regains himself, “We’ll have to work on your posture then.”

Coming up next to me, I stand up straight as he leans down over the table, “Like this. Place your right foot back…” He strikes, graceful as ever. When I try, I look like a klutz.

Bent over the table, he comes up behind me. “Relax,” He whispers, “you’re too tense.” He places his hand on my back, and almost as a reflex to his touch, my waist immediately bends. “Now you’re too relaxed.” He clicks his tongue as I become jelly under his touch.

“Relax your left arm. Allow it to bend naturally.” His arm snakes up under mine, “Your head, right arm, and the cue stick should form a straight line.”

He places his hand softly on my cheek, shifting my head to the left, “How is it?”

“It,” I winced at the uncomfortable position, “hurts a little.”

I hear him smile, “That means it’s correct.”

Making a face, I try to give him my most pitiful look.

“You’re so harsh, sir.”

He grabs my chin, making me face the table again. The gesture makes me gasp.

“Don’t tilt your head.” Zayne remarks, “You messed up your posture again.”

“Is there an easier way? Like something I can do without much trouble?”

“Yes, but are you sure you want to do it?”

I groan, my body feeling stiff from holding this pose for so long, “Bring it on.”

I feel him shift from beside me, “Don’t move for now.”

Zayne comes up behind me, positioning himself where his chest is flush against my back. Reaching his arms around me, one of his hands comes up to grab mine. Lowering his head, I feel his breath on my neck as his lips settle next to my ear, “Your rhythm with the cue stick…isn’t quite there yet.” My eyelids flutter closed at his voice, “You need more hands-on training.”

He directs me carefully, “You should neither be too fast nor too hesitant.” His words sound distant as all I can focus on is the feeling of his body pressed against mine, as heat spreads in between my thighs.

My hand is enveloped in his, and the back and forth motion of the cue stick slows down, “Move the cue stick three or four times..” He instructs, everything about this feeling overwhelmingly provocative, “Stop at the point closest to the ball…”

“Did you get that?” He whispered, turning his head away from the pool table to face mine.

“Yeah…” Was all I could muster back.

Softly smirking, he turned back to follow my vision, “Keep your eyes on the ball, one…two…three…” I think I may actually combust if he keeps this up.

“Stop, and pull back the cue stick.”

He loosens his grip on me, “Snap out of it. Are you even listening to me?”

No, not really Zayne. I can really only focus on not grinding back into you right now.

“Ah yes,” I cough, “Pull back the stick…”

“Very good, just like that…” I bite back a whimper and the urge to rub my legs together at his praise, he knows good and well what he’s doing.

“Now…strike.”

I hit the ball, and when it goes in I snap out of whatever hypnotic haze I was in.

“It’s in!”

Zayne pulls back, and I stand up straight, placing my hands on my hips. “Did you see that? It was a great shot! I’m so cool…” Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I flash him a smile.

“I did.” He smiles warmly back, “You’re not a total beginner.”

“Maybe it’s because I practice shooting all the time. Or, it’s possible I’m a prodigy…” I started regaining my confidence after it had ever so slowly faltered on the pool table.

“Perhaps.” Zayne shrugs, “To be honest, all you need to be good at pool is…”

He leans over the edge of the table, looking over at me. My breath hitches at the sight.

“A steady hand, precision, and a calm attitude.” His eyes bore into mine, “Once you’ve locked into your target, don’t let go.”

I swallowed. Even though he was clearly talking about the ball, it felt oddly personal.

He has me play a bit more, teaching me as I go. I easily earn his praises and they ring like music in my ears.

“If a student does a good job,” I remind him, “shouldn’t they get a reward?”

He considers it for a second, “What do you want?”

Confidence bubbling up again inside of me, I sigh dramatically. “Well, it might be difficult to hit this next ball. Help me.”

“Is that all?” Zayne asks, clearly not convinced. Pausing before coming to help me, I give him a smug look, “What’s wrong Dr. Zayne? Are you scared?”

I was pushing my luck, and loving every second of it.

He frowned, “Provocation doesn’t work on me.”

“Then come here.” I nodded toward the pool table, giving him a sweet smile.

Zayne inches towards me, only moving slightly closer.

“Closer.” I demand, “Or else I can’t reach it.”

He gives me a confused look, “What exactly…”

I grab him by the collar, pushing him back onto the table. Zaynes cheeks turn pink as he stares up at me with a shocked expression. Lips slightly agape, I can see a million thoughts running behind his eyes. The dumbfounded look on his face makes me want to take him on the table right now.

“Look,” I pout, “the ball’s so far away. I think it’s time to use a cue rest.”

I tap the cue stick on each side of his head. Zayne narrows his eyes at me, “Using cue rests would be overkill.” He sits up, and I use the stick to slowly tug out his tie, “And this,” he glares, “is inappropriate.”

Though he feigns annoyance, the look in his eyes is a dead giveaway.

“But…” I pull the stick away leaning towards him, my breath dusting his ear, “I think you’re enjoying it…” He looks down and away at the table, clearly embarrassed, “I shouldn't have taught you so much” he mutters.

Running my fingers through his dark hair, I slowly tease my hand down his body, caressing his face, down to his chest, down to where I see where he’s aching for me to touch the most. I coo at him when I see the desperate look in his eyes, and quickly snap my hand away before I reach the bulge growing in his nice slacks.

Zaynes face is red hot as he sits up on the table enough that he’s eye level with me, “Who taught you to use your teacher as a cue rest…” he frowns.

“Well,” I place my hand on his chest over his heart, “this cue rests heartbeat is going to ruin my accuracy.” I tut.

“Is it my heartbeat affecting your accuracy, or yours?” His hand comes up to caress my cheek, “If you actually want to learn, I can show you another way…”

Zayne leans in, lips almost to mine before I grab his shoulder and push him back. He looks at me, wide eyed at the denial.

“Sir, this seems to be lacking professionalism.” Crossing my arms across my chest, his lips curve at my attempt to scold him.

“Weren’t you just using me as a cue rest?” He leans back in, “Talking about professionalism… is a bit too late.”

As he grabs me by my waist, I push him back onto the table again as a reply. The gesture only lasts a few seconds before Zayne smiles at me, quickly sitting up and using his hand around my waist to reverse us; flipping me onto my back and onto the table, he settled in between my legs. I squeak at the sudden change, as he now hovers over me, my head caged between his arms.

“Why don’t you let me show you…” Zayne pulls back, standing up straight. He grabs his cue stick, “Watch closely, I’m only going to do it once.”

Pushing his chest against mine, he goes for the ball right behind my head. His head hovers right above my face, and I lean up to place a kiss on his adams apple right as he strikes the ball. I have half a mind to bite into his neck, but he quickly stands back up as he watches the ball go in.

He looks down at me, and I’m sure I look utterly disheveled. From where he stood in between my thighs, my dress had ridden up high enough that every inch of my bottom half was almost on display for him to see. My hair was splayed out around me on the table, and my chest heaved with the breath I was so desperately trying to catch.

The sexual tension that had slowly built up throughout the night was now thick enough to cut with a knife. Smiling softly, Zayne tilts my chin up, caressing my jaw as his thumb slowly parted my lips, dipping it past my teeth and pressing it against my tongue. “Pretty little mouth…” he mutters, staring at the way his finger sits in between my lips. I look up at him through half-lidded eyes, sucking down on his thumb.

He frowns, “Always such a tease.” Zayne sighs, picking up my ankle, pressing a kiss to it. I craved his lips on mine, but I always enjoyed the shows he’d put on for me. He continued to kiss up my calf, closing his eyes as he felt my skin against his lips.

“Zayne.” I demanded, and he looked at me annoyed, as if I was interrupting something.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me…”

He leaned down, nose brushing against mine, but not meeting my lips. I pushed myself up, trying to connect us, but he pulled away at the last second. Frustrated and tired of his games, I grabbed Zayne by his tie, crashing my lips against his, pulling him down on top of me onto the table.

“Behave.” He groaned as I took his bottom lip in my teeth, tugging softly. Grabbing my wrists with his hand, he pinned them above my head. Zayne’s free hand roamed up my thigh, fingers dusting over the place I was praying for him to touch the most.

I squirmed under him as he toyed with the lace on my panties, never dipping his fingers past. His grip on my wrists tightened, lips leaving mine so our eyes could meet. Waves of lust crashed in his green eyes.

“What do you want?” His lips kissed down my neck and chest.

“You to touch me.” I whimpered.

He tsked, “Beg.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me. Or do I need to teach you how to do that too?” Zayne nipped at my collarbone, then kissed the skin.

“Please…”

“What was that?”

“Please, Zayne.” Everytime I said please, his fingers inched closer to the arousal pooling in between my thighs, “Zayne, please, please, fuck, please.”

I felt him smile against my skin, and he dipped a finger inside of me.

Clenching around him, I moaned at the satisfaction.

Zayne groaned, “God, you’re so wet. You’ve been eager all night…” Pumping in and out, I stifled my whimpers and moans against his shoulder. He let go of my wrists, and my hands flew to his collar, gripping for dear life as he added another finger.

Tracing his thumb on my clit, two fingers curling up inside of me, Zayne always knew just how to make me come undone. He could get off on this alone, watching me fall apart underneath him by just his hands. I was seeing stars, thinking nothing could get better than this.

Zayne pulled away, and I cried out at the emptiness. He stood there for a second, just taking all of me in, “You’re so beautiful.” He took off his tie, gently grabbing me by the back of my head and lifting it up so he could tie the fabric around my mouth as a makeshift gag.

“As much as I love to listen to you, I don’t want anybody else to hear. Is that all right?”

I nodded at him and he smiled, petting my cheek, “Good girl.”

Reaching forward, I palmed his hard on through his nice, business slacks. The idea of them being around his ankles as he takes me on this table was enough to almost make me cry from joy. Sighing at the friction, Zaynes eyes fluttered closed, and I worked my hand up and undid his belt. Getting too eager, he freed himself, and slid my panties down to where they loosely dangled off one of my heels.

“I wish I could take my time with you,” He pressed his tip against my opening, “but this will have to do.” Sinking all the way down to the hilt, I choked out a muffled scream, squeezing my eyes shut as the tie killed my lewd noises.

Zayne grabbed my chin, fingers digging into my skin, “Eyes open.” He demanded, pulling out, and slamming back in, “Keep looking.”

Already overwhelmed from the stimulation he provided earlier, tears welled up in my eyes from just how good all of it felt. The impossibly delicious way he could fill me up, lips dancing across my skin as he chased after his own pleasure. His hand gripping into my hips, most likely leaving bruises, as he drilled into me; kissing my palm before biting into the skin to muffle his own groans.

Zayne’s skin glistened with sweat, the top buttons of his shirt undone, his lips red and swollen from my aggressions. He railed into me like a maniac, like he was fucking starving. Gracefully, his hand found its way back in between my thighs, finding the bundle of pleasure that made me cry out. At the feeling I blinked out tears, my eyes burning from the mascara I was practically sobbing away. I was moments away from ruining this table beneath me, and Zayne knew that.

He grabbed my neck, almost as if for stability as he picked up his pace. Desperately rolling his hips against mine, I clenched down around him “Just.. like that, oh... God." He moaned. I lifted my hips up to meet his thrusts, trying to chase my own release and his. Zayne looked me in the eyes, squeezing the hand around my neck, “My girl. Mine.” He groaned.

With one last thrust and his praise, I was screaming behind the tie, shaking from my release beneath him. Digging my nails into his biceps, his hips stuttered, and with a moan he pulled out, finishing all over my nice dress.

Zayne nearly collapsed on top of me as we laid there for a while, just soaking in the aftermath. As he pulled away, I watched him cringe at the mess he had left on me. For some reason, I started laughing.

“What’s that for?” He questioned.

I continued to giggle, “I didn’t know you were that good at pool…”

“If we had more time, I’d show you more of my techniques…”

Slapping him on the shoulder, I sat up, and he swept me off the table and back onto my feet. Brushing my hair with his fingers, he attempted to wipe away the mascara stains on my cheeks. “I know the back way out of here,” He pressed a kiss to my temple.

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heartfullofleeches · 9 months ago

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[Request] Reader caring for a sick Remmy [Dollmaker Yan Oc]

Warnings: None.

Words: 1.1k

“Remmy isn't home right now…. Please come back later.”

Could this day get any worse?... Weeks, months even, building up the courage to ask you to hang out with him. It wasn't like he asked you out on a date or anything, not yet anyway. He still needed to test the water a little longer, make sure the signals he had picked up from you weren't figments of his imagination. All that time, all those embarrassing hours spent in front of the mirror practicing what to say given any outcome - flushed down the drain in one night.

Remmy could hardly open his eyes the morning you were intended to meet. You didn't even recognize him over the phone at first. In his heightened state of delirium from the fever racking his weary mind, he hoped the same would happen as you continuously rang his doorbell - demanding in the softest voice you could manage for him to open up.

As if he could be that lucky….

“And where, pray tell, would someone hacking up a lung over the phonean hour ago be right besides the hospital? It's not that far away. I can head over right now and check.”

….

“Open this door right now, Remiel. You're not going to flake on me twice today.”

Did you have to phrase it like that? Kicking a sick person while he could barely stand was cruel - even if you did come to check up on him.

“O…okay…. Remmy is- I'm going to unlock the door, just…give me a minute to clean up my room. I have some stuff out I really don't want anyone to see…”

The muffled shuffling of plastic splices between the click of the lock as Remmy unlocks the front door.

“60.”

“Crap.”

Hobbling away from the front door, Remmy clings to the hallway walls as he makes a break for his bedroom. The straight path twists and bends as his stress levels skyrocket from the very real fear of you finding out what he had stored. There wasn't enough time for him to hide everything. His top priority were the worst offenders - items he couldn't excuse as being a result of his relatively harmless hobby. Doll clothing fashioned after clothes you'd yet to wear for the public eye. Others you never owned and probably would never wear, unless they were for a partner or to make yourself feel good. Pictures of you hung up on his walls. So much to bury in such little time.

“They can't see that…That one either. God, they'd kill me if they saw-”

“Saw what?”

A hoarse yelp claws its way out of Remmy's aching throat. Standing in his doorway, you balance two separate bags in your arms - awaiting his response. Remmy hurriedly pulls the corners of his blankets over the space beneath his bed.

“I…threw up a bit ago. Guess I'm feeling worse than I thought when we spoke over the phone.”

In the blink of an eye you're by his side. Remmy flinches as you press the back of your palm against his forehead.

“Oh, Rem….” Concern oozes from your words as you set your bags down, taking hold of his arm. You're burning up. Come on. Let's get you back in bed.”

“You don't have to go through all this for me, Y/n. Really, I'm-” His sentence falls short as you scoop him off the floor, sitting him up on his bed. Were you always this strong - or had he always been this easy to carry? In that moment, Remmy felt just like one of his dolls. His head spins at the very thought. You take the opportunity to gently ease him down against the mattress, rolling the discarded sheets up to his waist. You pick up the plastic bags, setting them on the small table in the center of his room as you rummage through them.

“Got some chicken soup from this dinner down the street. If you can't keep anything down, maybe the broth will be a good place to state. Oh!- picked up some ginger ale too. That might help with your stomach too. Cough drops, cough medicine…. Do you prefer liquid or pills?”

Remmy turns his head away from you as he coughs into his fist. “...whichever…whichever you brought is fine.”

“Well,I actually bought both, but I can just return the other on my way home later. I'll go grab you a cup real quick.”

Heading for the door, Remmy’s meek voice calls out to you - barely about a whisper. “Y/n?”

Hand on the doorframe, you gaze over your shoulder at him. “What's up? Need something else while I'm in the kitchen?”

“No…” Remmy shakes his head, the pressure of a headache hammering at his skull. “Agh… Remmy… I just wanted to thank you…for this. You really didn't have to come over…”

A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips. “Don't think I did this for nothing. Gotta make sure you're well enough for our date next weekend. The park is nice and all, but that's where we always go. I expect to be taken somewhere else for our first date.”

“Date?” He couldn't have heard you right. But, you said it - twice. You disappear down the hall before he can properly question you. Was this all a dream? The conjurings of his ill mind as the sickness took hold? This felt better than anything he could imagine- Your hushed voice as you reenter the room confirms it. You wiggle your arm behind his head, helping him sit back up just enough to place the cup to his lips without him choking while swallowing. A part of him wished this was a dream. One that he'd never wake up from if he had the choice. Another dream come true was waiting for him once he got better.

“Remmy?...Rem?”

Soda spills onto your hand as the weight of his head crashes upon your shoulder. Did he…. fall asleep? Just like that? You hadn't even given him his medicine yet. At least the sleep will be good for him. You should probably go put everything else you brought up to pass the time until he wakes up.

“Mmm…”

Remmy’s face scrunches in discomfort as you part from his side, lowering his head onto the pillows as you stand. Your foot touches something soft beneath his bed. You reach a hand underneath - completely forgetting about his earlier warnings as your fingers wrap around the squishy item. A doll with instantly identifying features stares back up at you as you drag it from its prison. Funny - you don't remember wearing this shirt around Remmy. You only bought it a few days ago. You planned to wear it today before he told you the bad news.

Shrugging, you raise Remmy's arm - tucking the doll against his chest. His face melts into that of peaceful bliss, body curling around the doll as his other hand strokes its face as if on auto-pilot. You press a kiss to his forehead - shutting off the lights in his room as you depart for a second time.

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chukys-mouthguard · 9 months ago

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I’m a slut for some Matt Rempe smut

Can you please do prompt #6 with fluff as well

Prompt: “We saw each other earlier. Why didn’t you tell me then?”

Warning: sexual content

You weren’t sure how you ended up in this position, but you certainly weren’t complaining. Sitting on Matt Rempe’s kitchen island with his tongue down your throat and a hand in your pants certainly not on your bingo card for this year. But here you were.

The two of you had been out with your respective friend groups, crossing paths at a bar and sharing a drink. But nothing more than that.

It wasn’t until you’d run into him again, several bars and several drinks later, that the two of you had made it your mission to tease each other until one of you caved.

For weeks your friends had been trying to set the two of you up, and nothing had really come of it. Both of you attracted to one another for sure, but things never reaching a point of action or follow through on your thoughts. That was until now.

“God, I’ve wanted this for weeks.”

You moaned as Matt’s lips attacked your neck, his hands working on getting your jeans off as he smirked as how badly he could hear you wanted him.

“Yeah well we saw each other earlier. Why did you tell me then? I would’ve left the bar on the spot if it would’ve led to this!”

Helping him get rid of your jeans, you shivered at the feeling of the cold marble against your thighs and ass. Matt smirking down at you with lust filled eyes as he pulled his shirt from his torso.

“I needed a little liquid courage I guess.”

Watching as he ditched his pants and boxers in one motion, you’d felt yourself dripping wet on the counter. Ready to explode if he didn’t fuck you within the next twenty seconds.

Not bothering to remove your thong, he simply pulled it to the side. Teasing your slit as he groaned, loving how wet he made you.

“Fuck…why didn’t we do this sooner? We could’ve fucked on every surface in my apartment by now if we had.”

“I don’t know, but if you don’t fuck me soon I’m gonna lose it Rempe.”

Your words igniting the fuse in him, his hips thrusting forward as he’d finally given you what you wanted. What you needed.

The two of you moaning as an array of expletives poured from your lips. His hands gripping tight at your hips as your nails dug into his biceps. The two of you not bothering to keep quiet, surely Matt’s neighbors would let him know their displeasure in the morning. All he could focus on was making sure you got everything you needed from him.

“Shit, Matt, you feel so fucking good. Oh my god…”

Without wanting he pulled himself from you, earning a whine as you lost your building high. Sure to show him your disappointment as he smirked at you.

He picked you up in one swift motion and he carried you off to his bedroom.

“Relax, I’ll make up for it, we’re just getting started.”

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slutforsilverfoxes · 1 year ago

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Devil in Disguise

[A/N: Let's just pretend this isn't like two weeks overdue, mmkay?]

🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃🖤

Request: Jethro Gibbs x female reader (possession, brat/brat tamer dynamic)

“Tell me you’re not wearing that right now.”

Pressing your phone closer to one ear and your finger into the other, you say, “What? It’s so loud hear, Jay, I can’t hear you.”

“I said-”

“Hang on.” Snagging a fresh beer from the cooler, you pass your favorite colleague on your way to the balcony and mouth, It’s Jethro, by way of an explanation for your absence for the next few minutes. She nods in understanding before throwing you an exaggerated wink, and you indulge in a smile back. “Okay,” you breathe once out in the fresh air. Music is still pumping from inside the building, but it’s at a much more reasonable level with the door closed behind you. “What’s up, baby?”

“What’s up? What’s up?”

“Mhm,” you respond easily, masking your delighted giggle with a pull from your beer.

“I found your little… gift,” he grumbles. “That’s what’s up.”

“You like it?”

He peruses the Polaroids spread out across the coffee table featuring you in a “Halloween costume” -that, to him, looks better suited for roleplay in the bedroom- in various suggestive positions. You had been kind enough to sneak the stack into Jethro’s current nightly read so that the photos would fall out as he settled into the couch to pass the time before you returned home.

“What do you think, brat?” he growls lightly, pulling one photo of you kneeling before the mirror in your bedroom closer to admire the way your lacy red lingerie peeks out from beneath your white skirt.

You hum in mock contemplation on the other end of the line before settling on, “Sounds like you like ‘em a lot.”

“I want to take you over my lap for wearing it out of the house without me there to ward off any straying eyes. And then I want to rip it off with my teeth.”

You inhale a sharp breath, then produce a dumbfounded albeit excited, “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. When are you coming home?”

“A few hours?” you guess. “I didn’t expect your case to wrap up tonight.”

He grunts by way of a response, ever the poet. Then, “Are you having fun at least?”

An idea pops into your head, and you grin to yourself. “Not as much fun as I could be having, but yes. I’ll see you at home, okay? Love you, handsome.”

“Call me when you’re ready for me to come get you,” he says, one of his many versions of I love you. “See you later, honey.”

After catching up with your coworkers and downing some more liquid courage, you sneak off to the nearest bathroom, securely closing and locking the door behind you. You hike your leg up on the counter to show off your lacy underwear and tug your top down enough to free your tits from the confines of your push-up bra before snapping a picture with an angelic smile to complement your all-white outfit and wings.

You type out, If only I had a strong, sturdy gunnery sergeant to teach me a lesson about respecting my elders… and send your text off with a sly grin before righting yourself and returning to the party.

You can’t help checking your phone and watching the minutes tick by without a response, wondering if your old man is upset with your bratty teasing- or if he even managed to open the attachment on his ancient device.

When you look up from checking your phone for the twelfth time in as many minutes, you find your friend’s eyes widening comically as she quietly announces, “Boyfriend at six o’clock and he does not look happy.”

Before you can even process her words, you find yourself hoisted into the air, your angel wings flapping in protest as you settle over Jethro’s solid shoulder. “Took you long enough,” you huff with faux indignance. Even without looking, he knows your lips are turned downward in a pout and your arms are crossed.

“Yeah?” he rumbles out, waiting until you’ve exited the building and are away from prying eyes to land a firm smack to your ass. You let out a yelp and he asks, “This what you wanted?”

“Pretty much,” you admit, shooting him a cheeky grin when he lays you down across the backseat of his truck before climbing in between your spread legs.

Jethro shakes his head with a laugh, plucking a stray feather from your fake wings off his shoulder. Then he leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, and you can’t help but moan and buck up against him in response. “Need you,” you whine, using the collar of his polo shirt as leverage to pull him closer.

“I know,” he soothes quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth while his fingers hook into your panties to tug them down your legs. His eyes grow a shade darker when you squirm beneath him with a whimper, the dim overhead car light reflecting in the wetness coating your upper thighs. “But first I need to teach my little angel a lesson about respecting her elders.”

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dovesdreaming · 8 months ago

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I would love to see some more Hazel Callahan SMUT!! Maybe it’s a costume party at PJ’s and she demands seven mins in heaven and reader has a crush on Hazel but doesn’t see her anywhere at the party and then she gets sent into 7mins with this random person in a masked costume and Hazel says something that makes reader realize it’s HER and hot n heavy??? :p

Spontaneous kisses

Hi sorry this took so long and I don’t write smut yet because I don’t trust my writing capabilities yet but I loved this request so created something still and it has suggestiveness! I hope it’s ok I struggled with costumes a little <3

Word count: 1.1k (why do I always write the most for Hazel?)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, suggestiveness

I will edit and format this properly later

It was your first year in college and before you had left you had told yourself you would put yourself out there more. This had yet to happen but an opportunity landed itself right in front of you. You had been invited to pjs Halloween costume party. You knew pj from your course and had worked with her on a few projects. She had become one of the very few friends you had actually managed to make. Pj on the other hand knew quite a few people to invite. One of them being Hazel, a girl you hadn’t spoke to yet but had seen in passing as pj was a close friend of hers. You would usually lock eyes with each other when in groups yet neither of you managed to gain enough courage to speak to the other. If you saw her at any point on campus you would politely exchange smiles and quickly walk to where you were going.

You wanted a friendship with the girl, if not more, yes you found her attractive but it didn’t mean that thought was reciprocated and you could settle with a friendship.

When you got the invite to the party you very quickly wanted to say no as parties were definitely not your thing but we’re quickly denied to say that by pj who wouldn’t allow you to miss another one of her parties. Although it made your stomach twist at the thought it also ignited a spark of excitement for your first real college experience and the possibility of liquid courage helping you to speak to Hazel for the first time.

You had decided to pull all the stops for your outfit to make it a night to remember. You were dressed up as your favourite monster high doll. You had everything perfect from the accessories to the hair streak colours and the outfit. You looked hot. You felt hot, in both interpretations of the word as your hands couldn’t stop sweating. You left the house as soon as you were ready not giving yourself anytime to second guess your outfit and back out.

The party was in full swing and you had been complimented and recognised all throughout the night. As soon as you had gotten there you had downed a glass of two of whatever alcohol you could find to calm your nerves so you could make it through the night. The alcohol might have worked to week though as you were dancing with random strangers and talking to people you had never seen before. You and oh had spoken several times throughout the night. She had dressed up as a sexy version of Velma meaning many people came up to her and stole her attention from you. This didn’t really bother you much though as she didn’t have your full attention either as your eyes kept skimming the crowd for a particular face, hazels. You had yet to come across her and the further the night went on the more hope you lost of this being the night you made a move.

As the night wore on and it got later a few people left leaving a smaller group, some more intoxicated than others. You had been smart with your drinking having enough to be tipsy and not having any anxiety but not enough that you couldn’t make any bad decisions. Pj had been itching to play a part game all night, she also knew about you and hazels little glances. She noticed it anytime you were in the same hangout together how you both would steal glances at the other when they weren’t looking. You both had thought you were sleek with it but pj had picked up on it. It was one of the reasons she had been so insistent on you coming to this party.

Pj knew it was a perfect plan to set you up together with a party game she hadn’t seen it fail once, given all her evidence was from films. What pj didn’t expect was for Hazel to go with a classic easy costume of ghost face. It had hid her face which pj was initially disappointed about, not being able to see if she could play Cupid without the party game. However she noticed this could work in her favour as she could get you to play the game without saying no due to being nervous around Hazel.

She called everyone who was left into a game of seven minutes in heaven and made everyone put their names into a hat. What no one else other than pj knew though was that she rigged the game so that she had to pull out yours and hazels names. However she didn’t want to ruin the surprise of who was under the mask for you so she just shoved you both in the broom closet under the stairs.

You had your back against the wall and your front was only centimetres from the chest of the person opposite you who you didn’t know. Neither of you moved for a while, not til a knock from pj on the door shouting “I don’t hear any snogging going on!” echoed in the small space. Pj had definitely had too much to drink. The person in front of you beat you to speaking first “Y/N we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to”.

The voice rang in your ears as silenced followed from you. You had recognised her voice but from where?

The realisation felt like you had been thrown into cold water with any liquid courage you had left, escaping. Hazel finally took off her mask and it left you more stunned. You were yet to say anything and hazels face showed the awkward tension that was hanging in the air. Instead of replying you gathered any confidence you had left in you and surged forward locking lips with Hazel. Her head jolted back ever so slightly, muscles tensing at the contact before relaxing into the kiss. The kiss grew progressively more passionate with Hazel grabbing your face and pushing you against the wall and you wrapping your hands around her neck and burying your fingers in her hair, pulling the strands ever so slightly. The sounds were also getting progressively needier both of you wanting more.

The door unexpectedly flies open and pj goes to say something before she is stunned into silence at the sight in front of her. You and Hazel barely brought your faces apart both turning to pj. You were both breathing heavily and gave each other a look before Hazel reached for the door handle and yanked it back shut with a resounding bang. Pj still stood shocked on the other side, she hadn’t expected her plan to work so well.

Hazel turned back to face you and smirked before saying “where were we?” Before diving right back into kiss you again, this time filled with more hunger.

Thank you for reading! As always requests are always open!

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suugarbabe · 9 months ago

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Respect the Family

| Chapter 1 |

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of drinking

an: Surprise, it came earlier for you all. I told you things would happen fast once i could write comfortably again. this is the first chapter in the sequel to the Protego Series. click the hyperlink if you haven't read that first. While it isn't necessarily a need for you to read Protego first, it may help you better understand some of the characters personalities and how they function as a family. There will be sections in later chapters that call back to portions of protege that may make you confused if you have not read this series. <3

The reflection in the mirror was someone you didn’t recognize. Yet every time you moved, it moved with you. You applied mascara, the reflection did the same. You glossed your lips, so did the woman looking back at you. A pair of hands landed gently on the woman’s shoulders in the mirror and you felt the pressure on your own. “You look great, hun!” Roxy’s chipper tone was an encouraging attempt to calm your nerves. Pouting slightly you made eye contact through the mirror, “Dunno, Rox. I’m super thankful you got me this job but I’m proper nervous.” Roxy gave your shoulders a squeeze, “It’s alright, hun, happens to all of us. I’m having the bartender bring you a little liquid courage to help with all that.”

You let out a low groan, closing your eyes and using the tips of your forefingers to rub your temples with slight pressure. A clinking of glass on table made you straighten up. A large shot glass filled with clear liquor was sat down in front of you. Looking up you were met with a tall and lean frame of a man. A messy fluff of dirty blonde hair settled and framed his features after he ran his hand through it, “Erm, Rox said you needed this?” His eyes seemed to dance with a mixture of shyness and mischief as his finger pointed toward the shot glass in front of you. You nodded, smiling awkwardly as it felt like your voice was lost in your throat. Taking the glass you threw your head back, clearing the shot in one smooth motion.

The man in front of you let out a low whistle, “That nervous, huh?” You let out a small laugh, adjusting the straps of your outfit in the mirror, “Just a little. First day jitters I guess; we all get them right?” The man smiled back at you, the action reaching his amber eyes. “I’m Lorenzo by the way, erm, Enzo. My friends call me Enzo. You can call me either, w-whatever you like,” his slight stammering made you smile, a real genuine smile and you felt yourself relax slightly. Enzo mirrored your expression, asking for your name in return. You enlighten him, giving him your name before listening to him repeat it to himself like he’s trying to commit it to memory. The way he looks at you, smiles at you, there's something different, you can’t quite put your finger on just what yet.

A voice calls out behind you, “Bunny, you’re up next! Oh, hey Berk, what’re you doing in here?” Enzo’s cheeks turned a blushing pink, “Erm, hey Blaise. Roxy asked me to bring a drink to -” he turned to face you, “I thought you said your name was-” You cut him off with a raise of your hand, “It’s my stage name, you can call me that if you’d like, or any other nickname variation your pretty little head can think of.” You threw him a wink as you stood up, Blaise stepping aside to let you exit towards the stage. Enzo’s eyes never left your figure your entire walk out, his vision trained on the door you walked through. He didn’t notice Blaise walked towards him, now resting against the vanity you were just sat, “Developing a crush on the new girl already, bruv?” Blaise’s teases caused another dusting to cover Enzo’s freckled cheeks before he cleared his throat, “‘Course not. Roxy just asked-”

“Roxy just asked,” Blaise mimicked Enzo with a teasing high pitched tone, “Come off it, mate, you might be able to fool Nott with that shite but you’re not fooling me. Have your looks and your fun, but you know that’s all it can be. You know Riddle’s rule.” Enzo rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry, mate, you know I’m not a relationship type of guy. Like you said, I’m just gonna have my fun while I can. You know we haven’t gotten any new faces around here since long before Birdie showed up and she’s like my sister. I’m just enjoying the new fruit.” Blaise clasped a hand on Enzo’s shoulder, “You keep telling yourself that.”

Enzo shoves Blaise’s hand off his shoulder playfully before straightening his vest, smoothing his hands down his chest as he walks out of the dressing room. He makes a b-line for the bar, responding quickly to Birdie when she asks how he’s doing, “Fine!” his voic betrays him at first, high pitched and cracking before he clears his throat, “Erm, fine, doing just fine.” Birdie’s eyebrows raise slightly, “Three fines and a crack? What’s got your pants in a twist huh?” Enzo rolls his eyes, taking a drink order for the man in front of him and turning his back to Birdie while looking for the right liquor. Birdie, ever the persistent one, isn’t too keen on this reaction, “One of the dancers reject you again or something?”

He scoffs at this, “Oh, please, Angel. You know they never reject me.” The playful smirk on Enzo’s face makes Birdie laugh out loud. He hands the drink to the patron in front of him, seemingly getting distracted by the scene over his shoulder. Up on the main stage was something Enzo should’ve expected but wasn’t prepared for. He knew you were a dancer, but he didn’t know you could dance like that. His eyes were trained on your figure as he watched you spin around the pole, the thickness of your thighs sparkling with whatever lotion you had coated yourself in having him in a trance.

When you crawled on your knees to the edge of the stage, picking up muggle money being thrown in your direction he felt his jaw tense reflexively. You sat back on your heels, knees spread wide open as you ran your hands up your body to the suggestive lyrics of the song. You pulsed up and down on your knees slightly as you ran your hands through your hair before leaning back fully, the position making your chest push out more and Enzo’s pants tighten. You flipped over to your stomach before pushing back up to your hands and knees, back arching to put your ass on full display for the patrons as you twirled your head in a circle, your hair whipping around wildly. Bills and galleons started hitting the stage like rainfall and Enzo could feel his grip on the neck of the liquor bottle tighten dangerously.

“She’s a cute one, isn’t she?” Birdie's teasing tone brought Enzo’s focus back from his growing delusions, his cheeks heating exponentially. “Who’s cute?” He wipes the top of the bar with a rag, avoiding eye contact and hoping he can avoid accusation. Unsurprisingly he’s wrong for both, “Bunny, obviously. You’re basically fucking her with your staring, Enzie.” He shakes his head a little more adamantly, a mistake leaving his mouth without him realizing, “That’s not her real name you know.” He stops mid-motion, eyes closing as a low curse leaves his lips in a whisper.

The grin that encompassed Birdie’s face made Enzo’s stomach twist nervously, “Oh! So she introduced herself real name first, huh? She must have looked into those pretty eyes of yours.” She pinched his cheek playfully before being swatted off. “Did you give her a handsome smile, bub? Shoot her a signature wink like you do?” Birdie grinned as she bit into an orange slice from the bar. Enzo huffed in annoyance, “You know, Angel, you’re acting like a fucking tosser. Been hanging out with Nott more lately?” Birdie doubled down, her grin growing knowingly at her friend, “You fucking choked up didn’t you…does this girl make you nervous Enzo?”

Enzo rolled his eyes, taking one last peek at you on the stage, “You know I don’t get nervous, Angel,” he patted his vest pocket, checking for his cigarettes, “I’m going for a smoke, I’ll be back in 15.” Birdie made an ‘okay’ symbol with her fingers, giving him a wink before turning back to her tasks. Enzo took long strides through the club to get to the back door, pushing it open with more force than probably necessary. The outside air was cool on his skin, a relief to the warmth he seemed to be overwhelmed with since meeting you earlier tonight. A chill overcame his body, the hairs on his arm standing up; he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the slam of the back door, “Fucking Salazar, mate you sca-“, he cut him self off when he realized who had come through the door. He expected Blaise or Theo to have followed him out, but he was blessed with a surprise instead.

You sauntered over, still in your stage outfit, the slightest of quirks on the edge of your lips, “Awh, are we mates now, Lorenzo? That’s so sweet of you. Can I bum one?” You nodded toward the pack of cigarettes in his hand. He held them up wordlessly, his own loose on his lips while his eyes followed your every move. You took one from the pack, your glossed lips wrapping around the butt in such an average way yet to Enzo it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. With a snap the tip of your finger was on fire. Lighting your cigarette the flame disappeared and you took a deep inhale.

“The crowd always so eager?” You sat into your hip, voice causing Enzo to repeatedly blink himself out of his daze. “Erm, m’sorry, what?” A soft laugh left through your nose as you took another inhale, smoke billowing from your pillowy lips as you spoke again, “Is the crowd always so eager with all the dancers?” Enzo took a long drag before answering, “Do you want me to be honest or do you want me to boost your ego?” A sly smile toyed on your lips, “Can you do both?” Enzo hummed to himself, trying to hide his growing smile. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but something about you made it feel like his insides were on fire. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to impress you, intimidate you, or push you up against the brick wall and take you right in the back alley.

Enzo flicked his cigarette, ash tumbling off the end, “Most of the men who come here are pretty mindless, always throwing their money carelessly at any dancer on stage with the delusion that maybe they’ll get to take one of you home. You are one of the more beautiful dancers we have though, I'll give you that much.” You snorted at this, Enzo smiled, “They probably seemed so eager because you’re the new girl. You know, fresh meat to their eyes; the new shiny toy.” You raised your eyebrows at this, nodding as you took your last drag before tossing your cigarette on the ground and crushing it beneath your pump, “So you and them aren’t much different then, huh Lorenzo?” Head tilting to the side, Enzo’s eyes squinted slightly, “Dunno what you mean by that, love, care to enlighten me?”

Maybe it was the responses you were getting on stage that made your confidence flip from earlier in the night. Or maybe it was the three additional shots you had downed with the other dancers backstage as your ‘completed first dance tradition’. Either way you were feeling braver, feeling like you were more in charge of yourself, feeling more like your actual self. “Aren’t I just the new shiny toy to you too?” You took a step closer to Enzo and he took a step back towards the wall as a response. “I don’t mess around with the dancers, Bunny,” Enzo took his last drag as a cover for any facial expression that might give him away. You, however, weren’t buying it.

“That’s not what I heard,” you step closer once more, making Enzo’s back hit the wall and a grunt leave his lips. “I heard Berkshire has a list of dancers he’s shagged, and I was just wondering,” you toyed with one of the buttons on his vest, “am I gonna be added to that list?” You had to tilt your neck slightly to meet his eyes now, but that was exactly your plan. Peering up at him you batted your lashes, the teenset of pouts on your lips. Enzo was thanking every high wizard, Merlin, Salazar, hell even fucking Godric Gryffindor for the strength of his restraint in this moment. He grabbed the wrist of the hand that was toying with his vest, the action so quick it startled you that it even happened. “Oh, Bunny girl, you will never be on that list,” he leaned down now, lips ghosting at the shell of your ear, “but if you really want me that badly, I’d never say no to a pretty girl throwing herself at me so desperately.”

You took a step back from him, trying, and failing, to jerk your wrist away from his grasp, “I’m not acting desperate.” You were insulted at the insinuation. But it seemed like Enzo wasn’t listening as his brows furrowed looking just past your shoulder and then he rolled his eyes, “I have to go, we can do this again your next shift, yeah?” He released you then but the heat from his palm still radiated on your skin as you watched him walk back into the club.

Enzo shook his head a few times, trying to clear his mind of all the horrible and raunchy thoughts that were consuming him about you as he tried to ignore Draco’s voice in his head again, We’re waiting on you, Berk, get your ass in here, NOW. Enzo huffed out an annoyed sigh as he opened the door to Mattheo’s office, all eyes turning to him as he entered. Enzo wore a saccharine grin as he touched his cheek, “What? Got something on my face?” Mattheo wore a less than pleased look as he leaned against the front of his desk, arms crossed over his chest yet still not a wrinkle on his black designer suit. Birdie sat perched on the desk next to him, a smirk on her face as Mattheo spoke. “What the hell took you so long, Berkshire.”

Theo raised his hand as if they were back in school, “I know, call on me, Matty!” Mattheo gave a half-assed wave of his hand, but it was all the permission Theo needed to be his idiot self before he opened his mouth again, “Berk was in the alley with Buuunnnyy.” Theo said the end in a sing-song voice before settling into a quiet giggle as Enzo glared at him, ignoring the glare he was receiving himself from Mattheo. Enzo opened his mouth to respond but was cut off quickly by Mattheo's harsh tone, “Cut it off, Berkshire. And do it now. We don’t have time for you to go gallivanting around with your cock out for the new dancer, not with what we have coming up right now.”

Enzo clicked his tongue in response, “Okay, first off, I don’t go gallivanting my cock around or whatever the fuck you just said. Secondly, I just turned her down in the alley, thank you very much.” Birdie and Blaise both raised their eyebrows before exchanging a look that Enzo did not want to delve into right now. Mattheo pinched the bridge of his nose, growling out in slight frustration, “Whatever the fuck it is, stay clear of it. We’ve got more important things to worry about and I need your head on straight, Enzo. You can’t be weakened by some stripper when we’re dealing with the Corvo family.”

Pansy gasped in disbelief, “The Corvo family, are you serious Mattheo?” He braced himself with a hand on his desk, the other grabbing hold of Birdie’s thigh, “Yes, I’m serious, Pans. I know everyone thought they were dormant, but at the last meeting there were rumors.” Draco crossed his arms, “What kind of rumors?”

“Like the kind of rumors that could start a war, Cousin,” Mattheo took a slow glance around the room, making sure everyone took in what he was saying, how serious this information really was. “We have four shipments to get out in the next four weeks; there cannot be any mistakes, do we all have an understanding?” A unified ‘yes, boss’ rang out in the room. “The Corvo’s cannot interrupt this arrangement. The trades we’re doing are creating allyships that are heavily important to our family. No one outside of this room is to be involved. I understand some of the dancers have a suspicion of what we do beyond the club, but as far as anyone else is concerned, it’s all rumors. Outside of the mansion and outside of this room the business is not to be spoken to with anyone. Inside this club, the club is all we speak of, that’s the only business we have and that’s the only thing anyone is concerned about.

“With this mess of rumors concerning the Corvo’s we cannot and will not have any information leaked in any capacity. While we love our Birdie,” Mattheo turned and kissed his girl on the cheek, “we fucking hate rats.” Enzo and Theo made eye contact across the room, both simulating a fake gag at the scene. However, Enzo perked up at the end of Mattheo’s speech, “You know, personally I love a rat, they’re one of my favorites to kill.” Enzo wiggled his eyebrows while cracking his knuckles. Pansy rolled her eyes, “Okay, killer, calm down. If we need you we’ll call for you.” Enzo blew her a kiss. Pansy pretended to catch it mid air before turning her hand and displaying her middle finger.

Mattheo groaned in annoyance, “Alright, if we all understand then there shouldn’t be any problems. You all can go.” Except you Enzo, you stay, Mattheo’s voice rang in Enzo’s head. The other’s all left the room as Enzo took a seat in front of Mattheo’s desk. With the click of the door locking again, Mattheo’s full attention was on Enzo. “Are you sure I don’t have anything to worry about with Bunny? I know I didn’t hire an ugly dancer, I never do and I know how much you enjoy that.” Enzo pulled at his bottom lip, head nodding, “I know, I know, but I swear, Matt. I’m good. I was serious earlier, girl came on to me hard, asked to be my shiny new play toy and everything, I told her it would never happen. You have nothing to worry about. I’m fully focused on the family business.” Mattheo raised his eyebrows, as if to ask one more time if Enzo was sure.

Enzo held his hands up, sincere smile on, “I promise, Mattheo. Bunny means nothing to me.”

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