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Invited to a cult at lunch to "cleanse myself with good energy" or whatever, i wonder if the woman was out to recruit anyone or if i legit looked that rancid
#tbf being recruited by paper is as well as these things go#way better than being accosted by jehovah witness at the bus stop#still the idea that i might have cult target vibes because i'm an obvious loner is.. unpleasant to put it mildly#i'm already anxious about not 'acting right' in public spaces since i have no clue what's a normal stance/gaze to keep#i thought she was staring because i had been rude and stared first#but it's the kind of incident that lowers my anxiety tbh#truly the only people that might be caring about these harmless behaviors of mine are either straight up to no good#or at least have some fucked up beliefs#anyway of you wanna bless me with the light you could at least be karna#do the whole 'rulers can only rule while people let them' sermon and then we'll talk
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effortlessly yours ⧠jeon jungkook
summary: in an effort to catch a break from the people around him, jungkook stumbles into a bar on the other side of town and meets youâthe one serving his drinks. things happen quite effortlessly between you and before you knew it, youâve welcomed him to change your life for the better.
⧠genre/au: banker!jk x bartender!y/n [she/her. afab]. strangers to lovers. smut.
⧠16.9k words
warnings: smut. heavy plot. oc is lowkey broke as helll and jk is lowkey a chaebol but humble fr đŠ. princess treatment. beware ocâs ex is taehyung and heâs not great. slow burn. smutâriding. missionary. oral [both receiving]. heavy make outs. heavy petting. breast play. use of protection. needy af. â jkâs friends kinda rude but also not? rich boys. financial problems. mention of economic differences. damn near love at first sight. everyoneâs an ex boyf hater. oc forced to live with ex bc of money. love at first sight? jk is whipped :(. for once heâs not a fighter, heâs just a pretty boy with money to spoil his gf <3
song inspo: wasnât looking â eliza, love between â kali uchis, blue â billie eilish, salvatoreâ lana del rey, I wanna be yours â arctic monkeys
I forgot but god bless @vngelicc for putting up with my constant plot changes and helping me out đ
Many of your nights have been spent at this small place serving drinks to the same people, engaging in the same conversation, going through the same thing. Without a fail youâve lived in this cycle of mundaneness and it drive you insane.
Nothing ever happened to you and when it did, it was never for the better. Thatâs what youâve always thought anyway.
âAny Macallan? I'll have a glass,â You stared at the stranger with a blank expression, he met you with an unwavering gaze looking every bit out of place here as you felt.
Heâs asking if you carry an expensive bottle of Bourbon that a place like this could not afford keeping in stock. If you did, no one here would want to pay the price of a glass. Compared to the regulars around the bar he clearly stood out to everyone. The college guys who lived a couple blocks down looked at him just as strangely as the two office workers down the bar did.
âWeâve got Buchannanâs,â You said plainly, taking his attention away from the aged jukebox in the corner that now had a big screen attached to it. It was your typical bar with its dark countertops, pool tables, darts, et cetera. It was the first place he could find on this side of townâclearly not a place of luxury.
âIâll take it,â He tried to sound happy about it, biting down at his bottom lip as his phone screen lit up with notifications. He had nearly a dozen texts from close friends asking him what his plans were for tonight but he didnât want to talk right now and theyâd want to know why.
Soon you had his glass of whiskey in front of him and he was opening a tab while you helped others. You didnât think much about the man aside from how attractive he looked. Many stragglers found their way here but after one night theyâd return to wherever theyâre from and never look back.
âYou drink that expensive whiskey because you like it or because you can afford it?â
An older man spoke up from across the bar, looking at the stranger with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. Heâs one of those guys that gets a few drinks in him and either wants to spark conversation or a fight. Part of you paid attention to the conversation, part of you looked at the line of messages on your phone.
âIâm sorry?â The guy from earlier asked seemingly unimpressed by the attempt to get to him. The older man was dressed in a dirty t-shirt and flannel while he wore some expensive suit like heâd just gotten off work.
âOr is it to impress?â
âImpress who?â A light scoff left his lips, looking around the bar, eyes hesitating on you for a moment. Aside from you there were a few others who might catch his eye but not enough for him to point out or feel the need to impress.
You werenât even looking at anyone or him for that matter, your attention was solely on your cell phone and by the look on your face, whatever was on there was more important. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your brows began to furrow with concentration as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.
unknown: can we talk when ur done working?
unknown: itâs about us
What?
âY/n maybe? I doubt any of us are your typeââ
What? You looked up immediately at the call of your name, ready to make someone another cocktail or close someoneâs tab. Instead you were called in the middle of a conversation that you wanted no part of.
âAnother beer?â You tried to cut in and shut the regular up but it was a useless attempt because everyone around the bar was already staring at youâincluding the stranger. How did you miss whatever they were talking about? You were too focused on the texts from a certain someone that you had lost attention to people at the bar.
âWhat is your name anyway? Iâve never seen you here before,â The customer told him, ignoring you and trying to push for more talk. You just sighed and leaned back thinking back to your phone.
âJeon Jungkook,â He said in his usual confident manner, gaze flickering to you for a moment but you were distracted once more, this time typing rapidly. You were pretty, too pretty to be serving these guys on a Tuesday night.
Another man appeared from behind a door holding more bottles of liquor. He looked indifferent to whatever was going on out here but when he looked at you, you said something. Jungkook was more interested to hear what that was than whatever the people around him had to say.
The two of you talked for a while and he distracted himself with his phone.
hobi: doubles tomorrow with jimin and jin? đž
jungkook: I couldnât think of anything worse
jimin: watch urself
jin: and whereâd u run off to tonight
Your coworker, Yoongi, looked at you with concerned eyes. Youâve known each other long enough to know when somethings wrong and Yoongi was able to tell so fast, âIf you need to make a call just go, Iâll take over for now.â
His friend asked the question heâs been trying to ask himself all night. Howâd he find himself here on the other side of the city with the only people to entertain him being drunks and⌠you?
âIs he always like this?â Jungkook found himself asking now that the man from earlier had moved on to someone else to bother. You looked ready to run out but stopped to look at him. Yoongi was giving you time to sort whatever problem you had at the moment but now a customer was talking to you.
You shrugged, âYeah but heâs harmless, a little annoying but funny.â
jungkook: some bar but Iâm leaving soon
Jungkook looked at you up close now. You wore all black, somewhere between casual but dressed up enough. From what he can tell youâre pretty, like an effortless kind of pretty. You barely cared to engage with him, completely unaware of how he looked you over.
âCan I close my tab?â He asked as he fished for his wallet.
âNo problem, remind me the name,â Yoongi came up from behind you, hand on your back urging you to go and heâll take care of it. Jungkook looked at him with disinterest as you ran off in a hurry and sighed, âJeon Jungkook.â
jungkook: itâs boring
The place he called home was about thirty minutes away from the bar he visited a few nights ago. He lived on the upper side of the city where buildings towered sky high and rent was at high rates, lavish nightlife and lounge rooms he could spend all night in drinking with his friends. Thatâs why it baffled him to sit somewhere like the place heâd gone to and feel so comfortable. It felt secretive, a mutual understanding of where one goes when they want to be alone and have a drinkâno matter how bad it is. He wouldnât have been able to do that around here without running into someone.
âHave you decided who your date will be?â
No, he had not. In fact it was the last thing on his mind and something Jungkook would prefer to fully ignore. Itâs all heâs heard about for the past month and he doesnât think he can go any longer talking about it. A date to a charity event hosted by his parents was too overwhelming of a task. They have to be polite, well maintenanced, proper, et cetera. Heâs sure he can call up whatever woman heâd taken on a date these last couple of years but not a single one did he find��� good enough? Terrible phrasing but the truth.
âHave you?â Jungkook asked one of his close friends, Hoseok, as the two sat in his office wasting time before they could be done for the day. His office sat on one of the top floors of a national banking center just a few minutes from where he resided. He sat behind his black oak wood desk spinning a pointed leather opener against his notepad creating a small dent in it.
âObviously,â Hobi rolled his eyes playfully, making Jungkook look at him seriously. âWill she be as embarrassing as the one last time?â
âI hope not, last yearâs date was a total mess. I couldn't look your parents in the eye for three months,â He said back, sitting down on the black leather daybed just a few feet away from Jungkook. The office was big with tall bookshelves and floor to ceiling windows overlooking skyscrapers and the Han River not too far behind. There was a desktop with two monitors along with a laptop and television, a closet and storage roomâeven a few dumbbells and a treadmill in the corner. âDo you know how hard that is when your fatherâs the CFO of the company I work for?!â
âI couldnât imagine the difficulty of that,â Jungkook couldnât help but chuckle knowing firsthand how his dad can be when he feels disrespectedâespecially in front of the press while hosting an important, annual event.
âIâve got dinner with the girl tonight, sheâs been telling me about this friend whoâs been dying to meet you,â Hoseok said with raised brows, âSheâs pretty hot.â
âWho? The girl or her friend?â Jungkook asked, typing away on his desktop, searching for the bar heâd visited the other night. There was very little overview about the place, but he didnât expect much anyway. It looked like it brought a decent amount of business to get by but nothing more than that. You mustâve been local to the area or why would you be working there? Hell, for how little you seemed interested in him, he couldnât stop thinking about you. What was it that got his attention?
âBoth,â Hoseok said in response.
Jungkook let out a small sigh watching the time pass by, âIâll think about it.â
It was unlikely he ever would, he thought, attempting to focus back on his friend and who he was talking about. As arrogant as it might sound, thereâs always someone dying to meet him. Usually it never works out and instead itâs used as a bragging right that they were taken out by him. He would like to meet someone organically, nothing forced or ingenuine. Someone he runs into and charms them without his reputation involved. How could he meet someone like that?
There was moisture lingering in the air as you left the small cafe you worked at during the week. It was midday and you wouldnât have to be at work again till later tonight so the only thing on your mind was a good sleep.
You barely made it onto the bus when your phone began to ring and you put on your headphones to answer, âHello?â
âGreat, youâre alive. I was getting paranoid after the third ring,â Your friend said immediately once the call connected, âAre you off!â
âYeah, until tonight,â You told her, staring out the foggy window of the overcrowded midday bus.
âIs Taehyung home? You want to come to mine instead?â Yeaun asked, sounding concerned but you just shook your head no even if she couldnât see it.
âItâs alright, heâs not home anyway,â You said to her with a sigh, âI live there too and if heâs going to make a problem or it then maybe he should move out sooner.â
Yeaun was quiet for a moment, not sure if you were being serious or not. Or course itâs not the first time you and your âboyfriendâex boyfriendâboyfriendâ break it off suddenly but this is different. You live with each other now and have for a few months. Why would Taehyung ask you to find a place with him if he was going to end it a few months into the lease? What an asshole.
âAlright, well Iâll talk to you later, maybe Iâll stop by the bar and catch up,â Yeaun finally said to which you mumbled back your response and ended the call.
You arrived at an empty apartment with a stack of blankets and pillows on the couch and a large bed with one person claiming it now. You tucked yourself into bed hoping that you ex boyfriend wonât be home when you wake up.
By the time the sun set and the only plan Jungkook had was to go home, he began to think about the place he visited a few days ago. There was nothing special about it but it was somewhat comfortingâeven with some of the elderly regulars getting on his case, he kind of liked it. It was amusing and harmless banter that he could put up with for some time alone. When he was off and his friend asked him to go out for dinner, Jungkook turned him down to drive across town on his own.
Like last time, the same people sat around the bar but a few new faces took up some of the tables scattered around. You stood behind the counter indulging in conversation with the bartender next to you and Jungkook found himself sitting at the corner of the bar top and away from the loudness.
âI see they didnât scare you off,â You said once you spotted him alone. Thereâs not many new people coming by, especially ones that looked like him so he was easy to remember. He looked at you with rounded, curious eyes and shook his head, âNot yet.â
You asked if he wanted the same as last time and once he said yes, you were turning your back to him. Heâs going to be honest⌠he couldnât help but stare a little longer this time. You wore a short black skirt with dark stockings and a fitted tee making you seem casual and comfortable but at the same time he thought you were pretty. He couldnât tell if you were into makeup or not but he assumed youâd be attractive either way. Last time you seemed glum, but tonight you were smiling.
âAm I that forgettable?â Jungkook asked when you made your way back to his side, he nodded toward the old man who bothered him last time and how he barely acknowledged him today. He wonders if he asked because he cared or because he wanted to have something to say. There was nothing better going on and unlike before, tonight he's up for talkingâto you.
âNo, heâs just a Drunk,â You whispered jokingly, moving just a little closer his way. To be honest, he nearly forgot all about you. The two of you had such a small interaction days ago that his life just got in the way. It felt meaningless and like it was never going to happen again but here he is, finding comfort at the little bar you worked at. He couldnât help but be entertained by it.
âI asked my boss about the bottle you wanted last time and he said we canât afford it for just one person, so youâre out of luck if you start stopping by more often,â You said casually, looking indifferent but he caught a glimmer of curiosity in your gaze.
âIâll have to bring you some then,â Jungkook sat up straighter, âGive you a little taste.â
âIâm not into whiskey,â You gave him a small shrug, âI prefer the drinks where I canât taste the alcohol.â
That made him laugh a little harder than he needed to, âY/n, right? I think I remember hearing one of them say it.â
Your only form of response was a nod of your head but he didnât mind the lack of enthusiasm. Thereâs something about the way you seem reserved but not scared to talk back to him sort of draws him in. You looked at each other with the same intensity and he wanted to see how long it could go.
âY/n.â
You rushed away from him finding whoever needed help and he thought of what to say.
âSo how many nights do you spend working here?â He asked once you came by him again. So far both nights he stumbled into this place youâve been behind the counter with a blasè look to your eyes. It was a shame considering how pretty you were for you to be stuck behind a counter getting stressed over who knows what.
âPractically all of them,â You sighed leaning against the counter.
Jeon Jungkook doesnât care for meaningless conversation ike this. It was such a waste of time and he always found himself struggling for what to say.
âSo what happened the other night?â He blurted out before he could think clearly. He blames it on the whiskey for sounding so blunt as it rushed to his face. You couldnât read him as easily as he thought and tried to figure out what he was asking about. The other night?
Oh.
âNothing too concerning,â You brushed off your breakup with Taehyung hoping he knew nothing. The situation with Taehyung was not someone you wanted everyone to know aboutâespecially not a stranger. It was embarrassing to admit you were still living with your cheating on and off ex boyfriend because itâs better than sleeping outside.
âAnd here I was hoping for a story time,â Jungkook muttered under his breath, checking his phone and the dozen messages and missed calls. Like earlier, you left him to help someone else and this time instead of him trying to find something to say it was you.
âIf you start visiting more regularly maybe Iâll fill you in,â You said half-heartedly.
Youâve always thoughtâhopedâthat home is where the heart would be. You should live in a place that doesnât give you anxiety or depression. Living in this apartment with your ex boyfriends gives you both. When he was home youâd avoid leaving your bedroom at all and when heâs gone youâre worried about the time heâd get home.
You werenât scared of him, but you hated him.
The two of you have broken up so many times at this point itâs embarrassing to admit how he has you now. After cheating on you and treating you like shit, you still moved in with him just those few months ago and now youâre paying for it.
âAre you going to work?â He asked curiously as you came out of your now solo bedroom. Taehyung was gentleman enough to sleep on the couch but apparently not enough to keep it in his pants.
âNo,â You answered shortly as you slipped your shoes on. For some reason he thinks youâll forgive him soon. Heâs been trying to talk to you about it since the morning after he bothered you at work but you werenât listening. How could he do something on impulse and expect you to let it go?
Are all men this stupid? Most? Oh, definitely, but surely not all? Who would want to be on good terms with a cheating ex so recent after the breakup?
âWhat are you gonna do then?â
What he really meant was, âWhere were you going and who with?â
âNothing,â you closed the door after yourself, choosing to shut him out rather than tell him anything. He didnât need to know your whereabouts. For once you werenât going to be at work and although you didnât have big plans for your free night, you werenât going to tell him or worseâspend it locked up in your room that still had his belongings.
You settled into place at your best friendâs place, filling her in on whatâs been exciting or lack thereof.
âNot to feed the delusions but what if heâs stopping to see you?â Yeaun asked as you sat on her couch watching her look through her vinyls for something to play. After a while of telling her boringly endless tales of your life you came to the topic you were currently discussing.
Jeon Jungkookâthe irregular-regular whoâs begun to frequent the bar lately. Jungkook has been coming by for a few weeks now and although theyâre always small interactions with him they leave an impression on you. Heâs not like the usual guys who go there for a drinkâor anything like the ones when you go out with your friends. Every now and then you wonder if heâs catching a flirty tone with you or not but then you think harder and tell yourself; not likely.
Itâs too unbelievable,â You rejected the idea immediately even if it hurt you to do so, you had to be realistic, âHe probably has a girlfriend or wife or someone, I donât know.â
Call it a crush, whatever, nothing would ever come of it and you told your friends the same, âEither way Iâm done with men, theyâre all shitty.â
Yeaun shrugged, no longer pushing the idea of Jungkook. You havenât told her anything that made it seem like Jungkook had any interest in you at all so really she was just wishfully thinking. You know very little about the man aside from what the two of you have gone over but itâs enough for you to know it would never happen.
Youâre not crazy enough to believe otherwise.
Jungkook spent most of his day dreading for him to leave work and get ready for a dinner plan that was arranged for him. In all honesty, he practically disassociated himself from it the second he heard the tone the woman spoke in. Why did he let Hoseok talk him into doing this?
For nearly an hour heâs had to hear this woman compliment him on everything under the sun. Sure he was flattered but so? Did he really need to hear about himself from someone else? She didnât seem like a bad girl but she knew too much about him that he never told her. She was too in his space and not understanding to slow down.
âIâm happy our schedules aligned to be able to meet like this,â She said as she picked at her salad, âI know youâre very busy.â
âIâm pleased too,â Jungkook raised his glass of wine to his lips, searching around the restaurant for a clock. Jiwon was a sweet girl but he wasnât interested for some reason. She was attractive like Hoseok said but heâs not sure what is but thereâs something that seems to draw him away from her.
By the time the bill came and she pretended to look through her mini bag for her wallet, Jungkook was ready to call it a night. He never expected someone with him to pay but something just drew him back⌠seriously what was it? She waited outside with him in hopes of knowing if their night would continue from here or not but Jungkook couldnât wait to be done. He probably seemed rude with how he brushed her off and directed her into a cab, paying her fare with a lie that heâd see her again, but he couldnât think of that right now.
It was taxing to meet new people and try to feel anything romantic toward them. Jimin is looking out for Jungkook and heâs well aware of that but Jungkook does not want something forced. Heâs not asking for birds chirping and bells chiming but give him something thatâll make him feel things.
When he was alone in his car he found himself taking a familiar route in the opposite direction of his house. Heâd left his date with Jiwon and for some reason was heading toward the bar heâs been going to lately. It took him a while to realize where he was going and about a block away he stopped to think.
What was he doing here? He could find any shitty bar where he knew his friends would never go and be just fine. He could be out with his friends or maybe getting to know Jiwon more in hopes of something blooming but instead he was going out alone. It was a bad idea to make this a regular thing. People he knows will begin to question where he goes and invade his privacy, he just knows it.
With a deep sigh he turned the engine off looking up at the brightly lit building in front of him. It was a small convenience store and deciding to not make his drive all the way over here pointless, he went inside.
He is starting to believe the universe in playing a trick on him. Whenever heâs gone to the bar youâve been working at and tonight he decided not to go⌠bummed that he wouldnât see you but clearly the universe had plans that couldnât get changed. Instead of serving two drinks to customers, youâre walking down a refrigerated section of cheap flower bouquets. Itâs like he was going to run into you tonight one way or the other. Just because he wasnât going the bar after all didnât mean he could escape you as easily. It was crazy.
You hadnât yet spotted him as you opened the door to grab one of the cheapest bouquet of orchids you could find. It wasnât until you were ready to walk back down that you saw him looking a little too interested in the small pints of ice cream. There were two options you could do, One: pretend you donât know him and head to the counter or Two: acknowledge him? What if he was the kind of person that didnât like being approached? It would be embarrassing for you.
âNo work tonight?â
You stopped in your tracks, ready to walk past him when he spoke up. You looked around shyly, âNot tonight, Is that where youâre headed now?â
âOriginally yeah, but good thing I changed my mind. You wouldnât have been there,â Jungkook said, glancing down at the small shopping basket in your hands. He missed the way your face flushed at the comment, unsure if he meant it flirtatiously or not.
You had the small orchids, a couple ramens and drinks in the basket that made him smile just a little, âIâm assuming you live around here?â
âI wouldnât be working here if I didnât,â You say lightly, a smile playing on your face when you saw his, and glanced down at your basket with embarrassment. All Jungkook had in his hand was a single bottle of wine that he grabbed so he wouldnât look strange approaching you, âDo you live around here too?â
âNo, I uh, Iâm kind of far actually,â He scratched the back of his head nervously, âBut, I was doing some work over here.â
His face tensed at the way he must have sounded lying to you. It wouldnât have been a good look for him if he said he went on a blind date with someone his best friend set him up with but raced here right after. It feels like the conversation shouldnât end yet but he doesnât know how to make it go on. Usually heâs able to tell what he should say to get someoneâs attention on him for longer but he doesnât know with you.
After a while, you began walking toward the register with Jungkook not far behind and you tried to act normal when you set your things down to be checked out.
Please, donât decline, you thought as you tapped your card to pay. When you were done and hesitating to leave or not, Jungkook spoke up again, âWhen do you work next?â
âWhy? So youâll visit me?â You asked him with a little more enthusiasm. Maybe you were overthinking it but was there a chance that he wanted to talk to you too? It felt like he asked you something so you wouldnât rush off before he was done paying.
He smiled, pleased to have you respond the way he wanted and he grabbed his things off the counter and turned to walk with you. You held your bag in one hand and your cellphone and wallet in the other and it was hard to miss the way your screen lit up with a phone call. You ignored the ringing but Jungkook was distracted now, âDo you need to take that?â
He held the door open for you wondering if it was your boyfriend or not and if he was just wasting his time. You shook your head, âIt's no one important.â
âSo youâre not seeing anyone?â Jungkook found himself asking, too impatient to beat around the bush any longer, âOr would you like to see me this weekendâor when youâre freeâ over drinks?â
You didnât say anything for a moment, staring up at the handsome man in front of you with a baited breath. Jungkook was attractive, very attractive but did you need to be seeing anyone right now? Sure, itâs been a couple weeks since you and Taehyung fell off but you still live together. If he found out he would lose his shit⌠but at the same timeâŚ
Jungkook was intriguing and charming and so attractive you couldnât wrap your mind around anything else.
âIâm free this upcoming Sunday.â
Before you split ways, you made sure to exchange information and you were practically rushing to tell your best friend.
jungkook: next time we should have stuck around and talked longer
When Sunday evening rolled in, Jungkook wore one of his black Prada shirts and black jeans. He tried dressing casual but this was as casual as he could go for seeing you out on a night like this.
âI could meet you halfway,â Jungkook insisted on the phone as he stood outside your building. It was a rundown apartment complex just like all the others in the area and even he felt unsafe, he canât imagine how you feel every night. Okay, maybe heâs not used to anything outside of the private, gated community he grew up with.
âItâs fine, Iâll be down in a second,â You practically whispered as you hurried to hang up. With a final spritz of perfume, you left your bedroom as quiet as possible but it was no use. Taehyung sat there watching you.
âIâll be back late so donât wait up,â You practically grumbled as you went to put on your heels.
âSince when do you dress like that?â Taehyung asked with a slight scoff. Unlike your usual attire of baggy pants, sweaters, tees and the occasional skirt, tonight you wore a short, satin pink dress with heels to match. You looked pretty and it annoyed him because he knew why.
âSince I stopped being with you,â You told him, fishing for your key before closing the door on him like last time.
It took a lot of convincing on Jungkookâs part to let you let him pick you up and you had many reasons why. One, you didnât want him to run into Taehyung or feel awkward. Two, you didnât want him to drive all the way here if youâd most likely be in the inner city which was on the other side of town. And three, you were slightly embarrassed at your housing complex. Youâve seen Jungkookâs dress attire and the expensive watches, chains, drinking preferences he wears. Heâs got money while youâve got two jobs still struggling to pay your half of the rent on top of all the debt tied to your name.
âWell donât you look stunning,â Jungkook said with a nervous chuckle as you approached him, eyeing his all black Porsche and how perfectly it matched him. The silk of your dress felt soft against his touch when you hugged him politely in greeting. You were slightly flushed by his comment and let him lead you to the passengerâs side.
âWere you waiting long?â You asked when he got into the driverâs side, looking you over one more time before starting the car.
âA l-little,â Jungkook couldnât help but feel flustered as you turned your body enough to look at him better. Your dress rode up on your thigh and he tried to focus on the road, âBut itâs my fault for being impatient. Next time Iâll give you all the time in the world if I get to see this pretty view.â
To be clear Jungkook has always thought you were attractive but this was different. This wasnât just him finding the bartender serving him drinks hot or the woman at the convenience store pretty. This was you dressing up for him in a pretty color while sitting pretty in his car and looking at him with your pretty eyes.
âNext time?â You laughed softly, sitting upright and trying not to seem affected, âDonât make promises just yet. You might not be able to keep them.â
âI always keep my promises,â Jungkook said, diving over the small bridge that separated your neighborhood from the rest of the city.
You went quiet after that, looking out the window curiously. Usually you stick to your area, the bus fare to go shopping downtown or eat at a fancy restaurant wouldnât be too bad but the time. On the bus it would be at least an hour long drive full of stops everywhere in between and you didnât have the time to make it a round day trip. It was nice seeing all the city lights when most of your neighborhood is dark aside from the occasional street lamp.
You were pleasantly surprised when he pulled the car in front of a large building and a valet came to the doors, directing you both out of the car. Jungkook instructed the valet on something you didnât care to hear as you looked around. It was obviously a hotel but with a large restaurant inside.
âReady?â Jungkook asked, suddenly at your side with a soft hand on your waist and you let him lead you in.
You felt oddly out of place when you looked around at everyone else but Jungkook didnât seem to care. He was significantly underdressed but that didnât stop him from pulling attention without meaning to and it made you slightly more comfortable. The restaurant sat on the top floor of a large hotel with a beautiful view of the city and amazing interior as well, âDo you like this place?â
âI have never been here before,â Jungkook admitted as he helped pull your chair, âIâll give you an answer after dinner.â
âYouâll decide once youâve gotten food?â You asked playfully but he just shook his head. âIâll decide when you do.â
You werenât sure how to respond but something about the way he looked at you told you he was being serious. Has he always been this forward? You didnât think so. Usually he asked you a couple things and that was it. Or maybe you didnât think there was any more to it. Sure, sometimes youâd catch him looking from across the bar but you always assumed he just needed something. When he asked you out the other night you assumed it was on a whim but now youâre not so sure.
It was far from a problem but you werenât sure how to take it. Something tells you Jungkook comes from a different world than you do. When the server came you ordered a drink and tried to focus on the menu. All the prices were high and you couldnât find anything in your normal price range. There were a lot of good options but what were you willing to choose?
âSo, when you think of an ideal type, who comes to mind?â Jungkook asked, picking around his plate. The two of you had talked about practically everything you could on a first date. He was a couple years older than you, worked at a banking firm, lived in the upper east luxury apartments, studied abroad, et cetera. He learned that you have two jobs and dropped out of school because it was too expensive and honestlyâŚyou thought you lost him then. You thought he was unimpressed and no longer interested judging by the look of disappointment in his face but then he asks you what your ideal type is?
âHm, I donât know,â You started awkwardly, feeling his gaze shift toward you and looked you in the eye waiting, âWell I would want someone honest⌠and loyal buââ
You stopped yourself feeling embarrassment edge on, it was ironic of you to say that was your type when clearly the past men youâve been with have been anything but. A light scoff left your lips as you laughed a little, âI donât know.â
âThatâs it? Shouldnât that be expected?â Jungkook asked. He was very loyal to his partners in the past but those relationships have long since been over and hold no meaning to him. He didnât even think he wanted to dateâconsidering how bored he was when the Jimin set him onâbut here he was having the time of life trying to get to know you.
âAlright, well what about you? Maybe I need an example answer,â You joked, trying to shift the attention off you but Jungkook didnât hesitate.
âI want someone I can relax around?â Jungkook was honest, âSomeone I want to introduce to people close to me and someone that makes me think about them all day.â
âHow do you decide who that person is?â You asked, moving your hair off your shoulder as you ate.
Jungkook smiled, âI donât know. I just feel it.â
You talked about random things here and there. He explained what exactly he did at the banking firm and you told him your aspirations to be a hair stylist when you were younger. He asked why you never pursued it and you told him financial issues which made the conversation slightly awkward but it never ended.
By the time you finished and Jungkook footed the rather expensive bill, you rode down the elevator peacefully and walked out the building. Once the valet brought the car back around, you were less nervous to be riding in it than earlier and sat comfortably.
âI hope you donât mind but I got you something,â Jungkook said once he was seated, âI wanted to wait till after dinner and then I forgot it.â
He reached under his seat where he had placed a small box earlier. You sat beside him watching him feel around for it, âOh you didnât have toââ
âI wanted to,â Jungkook said, placing a small box on your lap as he drove onto the street, âThink of it as a thank you for coming out with me tonight.â
âItâs nice but⌠isnât it too much?â You swallowed dryly, looking at the simple Cartier bracelet, scared to even touch it, âI don't know what to say, thank you?â
âDonât think about it, I just⌠I liked it and I wanted to gift you something,â Jungkook said honestly. He liked giving gifts and yesterday he was shopping for a new watch with Jin and he ended up finding the bracelet instead. For some reason he thought of you and before he could stop himself he bought it. It was one of the simple ones, not that expensive at all so he hopes you donât think heâs stingy with money or anything. Heâll get you something better the next time you see each other. He cleared his throat awkwardly, âDo you need help getting it on?â
You nodded shyly, unsure if you should take the gift but would it be rude to turn it down? What did he expect you to do after? You donât mean to compare but Taehyung would never give you something like this. The most he spent on you is when he helped you get a new flatscreen but even then he only paid for half of it. When the car stopped at a red light, he quickly shifted in his seat to reach you better. With a hand around your wrist he pulled you forward as he helped you with the clasp. He was quite particular with how it looked on you and made sure the pearl motif sat at the center of your wrist.
It didnât go unnoticed how he held your hand now as the light turned green. You didnât pull back and let his thumb graze over your soft knuckles, âPretty.â
Confusion rendered you silent on the ride back. Itâs not that you were ungrateful but you were skeptical. Youâve never met let alone gone out with a man like him and you had no idea what to make of this gift. Was he seriously giving it to you or did you have to do something to earn it? Was he interested in you or just bored? Would a man like him just give someone a thousand dollar bracelet for no reason?
âYou can just park right here,â You mumbled quietly as you pointed to a spot in front of your building. He opened your door for you and looked up at the building. Earlier he missed how the street lamp flickered giving everything a ghostly shadow. You let him walk you up feeling slightly embarrassed by the appearance of the staircase and hall but he didnât seem to mind.
âThanks for everything, seriously,â You said as you stood at your front door. At some point his hand had found its way to yours again and was softly running his thumb against your knuckles, âAre you sure about the gift?â
âI donât accept gifts back,â Jungkook laughed softly, âBesides, it looks better on you than it would me. Iâm showing my gratitude for having you out tonight. I enjoy your company.â
âGood, I like talking to you too,â you smiled warmly and he couldnât help but mirror it.
âSo when can we go out again? Whatâs your schedule like this week?â Jungkook asked hopefully.
âSo youâll visit me or take me out?â You asked playfully, more forward than earlier and his smile grew.
âBoth, perhaps?â He asked.
Now, you donât usually do anything on the first date. There was a big âIfâ about the possibly of going out with the person again but Jungkook has been better than you couldâve imagined. It doesnât make sense why heâs single and interested in you of all people.
Before you could think of what to do, he was moving closer. His touch was soft but there was no denying the way his hand wandered up to your waist, pulling you into him gently. You wrapped an arm around his neck before you could overthink it and leaned onto your tiptoes. Jungkook smiled, his other hand cupping your chin and tilting your face up. His lips brushed against yours teasingly, taking a moment before pressing them together in a first kiss.
You both were nervous at first but it was like something inside you came to life and you kissed him with more intent. Jungkook welcomed it, smiling a little into the kiss as he pulled back to catch his breath.
âI should go inside,â You giggled softly, turning away feeling flustered.
A small sigh left his lips, holding you close to him, âIâll call you.â
It took less than a week for Jungkook to reveal to his close friends who the mysterious person heâs been seeing was. He was not trying to keep you a secret at all but there was only so much he wanted to say to them all and it was the basics. You were a just nice girl heâs met and went on a date with, but even that was enough for all the interrogations to arise.
âSo how far did you guys go?â Hoseok and his hyper sexual mind felt the need to ask, âOr were you a true gentleman and settled for a hug?â
âWe kissed,â Jungkook said, licking his lips at the memory, dealing his own cards for their next round of poker, âIâm taking it slow as of now.â
âWhyâs that? The gala is not too far, shouldnât you be focused on who is attending with you?â Namjoon asked, ashing his cigarette in the tray to the left of him. Jungkook ignored half of what his friend said as he readied to play.
âY/n seems very different from me and I just donât want to scare her off just yet,â Jungkook said honestly, thinking back to your reaction when he gave you the bracelet. He, of course, never assumed you came from much money especially considering he knew where you worked and lived but it wasnât a problem to him. He was more worried if youâd manage in his life with the people heâs close to. Itâs something he often wonders when the possibility of a relationship comes to mind but usually this is weeks into dating. The two of you have barely gone on one date and for some reason heâs already envisioning the future and what it could look like.
âHoly shit, thatâs like a thousand bucks,â Yeaun looked over the bracelet, âAnd he just gave it to you? Where can I find a guy like that?â
âI guess,â You said, shifting your eyes to Yoongi as if he had the answers. The two of you stood behind the bar while Yeaun sat at the counter. It was early in the evening and youâve been since 2:00pm and ready for your shift to end. Your friendâs been here âstudyingâ for over an hour but sheâs been too distracted listening to your date stories. The bar was empty aside from a couple stragglers who got off work early but nothing crazy and it put you at ease.
âDoes he know about Taehyung?â Yoongi asked curiously.
âNo, it was a first date. I didn't think I had to dish out all my problems so soon and scare him off,â You joked as you looked down at the bracelet, âBesides, who knows how long this will last.â
âHave you talked since then?â Yeaun asked, leaning against the counter with interest.
âA little, yeah. He works at a bank so heâs got long hours at the office so I donât really expect him to reach out to me much,â You told them honestly, âAnd who knows, it mightâve just been a one time thing.â
You shrugged it off like it wasnât a big deal but part of you wondered if heâd reach out for another date or not. He said he would but who knows. People make promises all the time.
âUgh, but he sounds like a dreamâa dream with money,â Yeaun pretended to swoon as she gathered her things and stuffed them into her book bag, âAlright, Iâve gotta go home and study, keep me updated though. Bye guys.â
You waved her off and turned to Yoongi as he polished some glasses. He gave you a small sigh, âI like the guy, he always tips well.â
As your shift came to an end and you left Yoongi to deal with the night people, you got on the bus to take your usual route home.
jungkook: will you be working tonight?
you: I just got off actually
jungkook: I wanted to see you :(
You read the message at least three times unable to think of a response.
jungkook: have you eaten? shall we get dinner?
Just as you hurried to type, your phone began to ring and a smile came to his face, âYou really are impatient, giving me no time to answer.â
Jungkook smiled as he drove over the familiar bridge that closed the gap between you, âSorry, Iâm not used to waiting. What are you doing then?â
âIâm on the bus, a couple stops away from home,â You told him looking at the passing buildings and the way the sun had fully set now, âWhat time do you want to meet for dinner?â
âNow?â Jungkook asked, âIâm not too far from your place, Iâll waitâor better yet whatâs the next stop and Iâll meet you.â
Jungkookâs Porsche looked strange parking at The bus stop waiting for you and you felt slightly embarrassed by your appearance. Compared to last time you were nowhere near as out together and it was clearly evident youâve just gotten off work. Jungkook was in his office attire but he still managed to look good.
âIf you had given me a little more time I wouldâve gotten dressed up for you,â You said light heartedly as he greeted you with a hug and kiss on your cheek.
âBut I like seeing you like this too, reminds me of that black skirt you wore the first night I met you,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his, âSo whereâs the restaurant you were talking about?â
Something has begun to really sprout between the two of you. Part of it still feels superficial to an extent but thatâs how itâs supposed to feel. Youâre not supposed to jump into anything so fastâŚ
Yes, youâve been meeting up a lot more regularly but you still keep each other at a distance. When you meet itâs usually out and tonight Jungkook wanted to be somewhere comfortable with you. He understood you got off work at the bar late and the last thing you wanted to do was go out so he opted for another way he could see you.
âCan I come over instead?â He asked as he sat at the bar one night. It was late, Yoongi had shut the music off and the lights turned on giving everyone a hint that it was closing time. Jungkook had arrived a couple hours before midnight to keep you company. Now that youâre closing he knows thereâs a chance the night would come to an end soon and itâs the last thing he wanted. He had a stressful day at work that involved a meeting with the CFOâhis father, about some reports. It spiraled into a conversation about the gala and who he thinks Jungkook should go with.
He had wanted to tell his father then that he wasnât interested in being set up on a date because he had you but he struggled saying it. He doesnât know where the two of you stand but he wants to figure it out. Jungkook watched you wipe the counters as Yoongi counted registers and he even helped wipe down a few chairs for you as he waited for a response. If the people at the office or his friends saw him cleaning up after strangers theyâd laugh in surprise. He wasnât the type to get his hands dirty and thatâs exactly what heâs doing just to be with you.
Usually you always changed the subject when he asked, or hinted at him to go somewhere else instead but it was so late nothing would be open. Taehyung would be asleep if he was home but that was very unlikely. It was the weekend and he was most likely with his friends getting drunk somewhere and looking for an after party. Thereâs a chance he wouldnât come home at all so what excuse did you have to turn Jungkook down?
In the end, you gave in and once the bar was closed, Jungkook drove straight to your apartment. He climbed up the familiar stairs, walked down the familiar aisle and stood behind you as you unlocked the door, warning him about a possible mess. Now, you werenât cruel. Jungkook wasnât walking in completely blindsided by the idea that you had a roommate but you werenât totally up front with him. He knew your roommate was a guy but he wasnât so sure about the relationship between you two.
Taehyung was half-asleep on the couch and Jungkook looked at him with furrowed brows as he followed into your room. You sighed, âSorry, my roommateâs here.â
âItâs fine,â Jungkook said with a shrug as he began to unbutton the cuff of his shirt so he could roll the sleeves up, âHow do you know him again?â
He wanted to ask more but he had to be patient.
âDo you want me to be honest?â You asked nervously but he nodded his head and waited.
âHeâs my ex boyfriend. Thereâs still over six months on our lease but weâve been broken up for⌠I think as long as Iâve known you now. Weâre stuck living together until the lease is up,â You confessed in a single breath, âHe sleeps on the couch now.â
âYour ex boyfriend?â Jungkook looked at the closed door, imagining the man who slept on the other side of it and his chest tightened. Why didnât he just move out or why didnât you? Was it a money issue, no one to let you crash out their place?
âYeah but donât worry, we donât talk at all,â You tried to reassure him but you could tell he was too busy in his head, âWhat are you thinking?â
âIs this you?â He asked, holding up a picture frame in hands and staring at who appeared to be you but years younger. A small smile played on his lips that made you feel flustered as you took the frame from him, âYes, donât look at it. I was in a phase.â
âI can tell,â he joked playfully, looking around for something new to take his attention. Admittedly your place was small and it seemed like you had everything that expressed you shoved into your small bedroom. He understood you lived with someone else but is that what itâs like? What in this room belonged to Taehyung? You once shared it so there had to be something and that didnât sit right with him. He had no need to get jealous but it made his throat dry to think about.
âWhat? You didnât have something you were obsessed with growing up?â You asked, sitting against your row of pillows as he took a seat on your armchair. There was a vase of orchids on your vanity and books surrounding him as he stayed back.
âI was hyper fixated on water polo as a kid,â He confessed randomly, âBut then there was an accident with my horse and I couldnât do it anymore.â
âWait, thatâs kind of sad,â You sat straighter, âBut water polo?â
âYeah, I switched to rowing and tennis when I was in college,â Jungkook said, and you looked at him curiously. Even in his business attire you can tell he had a lean, muscular body and you couldnât help but stare. With an awkward clear of your throat you looked away, âWould you like a drink?â
âI canât, I have to make it home tonight,â Jungkook said with a sigh as he stared out the window to his side. It was late and he wanted to spend more alone time with you but he probably couldnât.
âAlready?â You asked patting the left side of your bed as if calling for him. He looked between you and the spot, heart beating fast and he thought about it.
âOh, if you insist,â He watched the way you rolled your eyes playfully, and laid back in your bed a little more, âYou know, for some reason Iâm comfortable around you even though we still donât know each other that well. I think you did something to me.â
âLike?â You asked with a hint of amusement.
âYouâre easy to talk to and Iâm not used to that,â Jungkook said, noticing the distance between you getting smaller, shoulders nearly brushing against each other, legs angled in and your hand right in his reach. He took it shyly, looking over the bracelet he gave you last time.
Jungkook was being honest now. He doesnât understand how or why but once he met you, he felt good.
âYou like me that much?â You smiled teasingly and he couldnât help but smile too. In the beginning he always took you to be indifferent. You didnât pay more attention to him than you needed to and clearly you had things going on in your life that stressed you out.
When you began talking to him he finally got a hint of interest in your part but he found you hard to readâhe still does. You smile more often now and joke around, go out with him, but want more. If youâre closed off because of the relationship with the guy who slept outside the bedroom then he really canât stand him.
âI do,â Jungkook smiled harder, leaning into you, âAnd Iâve been thinking about kissing you again.â
Alone in your bedroom with a guy whoâs nice and handsome and charming and⌠overall dreamy made things hard to resist. You kissed him shyly, lips pressed against his and he felt himself sink into your bed even further. His hands found the belt loops of your jeans and he hooked a finger using it to pull on top of him. You both were still dressed in your work clothes but neither of you seemed to care.
He hugged your hips, soft lips hungry for more of your touch and his mind went blank. Your hands cupped his face and you didnât shy away from his wandering hands that snuck under your plain black tee and felt along your spine. With your body pressed to his, you rolled onto your back with him following after you, never wanting to break apart.
You donât know how long you stayed like that, kissing heavily and hands roaming but never straying too far. He didnât push you for more even when you felt the way you affected him. Instead he kept the pace mutual, made you feel good and cared for.
By the time your lips were too swollen and sore, you had to pull back. His breathing was heavy and his hair was a mess of tousled black hair. He looked more of a wreck than you did and you couldnât help but laugh softly trying to fix the collar of his white button up.
âIâve got a meeting in a few hours,â Jungkook mumbled against your skin as he checked the time on his watch. It was way past midnight and he had to be ready by 7:00am. The drive home was nearly a half hour and he hadnât prepared himself that well. As much as he wants to stay in your bed he knew he had to go.
You whined softly, hugging him closer before easing off. You let him stand up and he tucked the part of his shirt that had slipped out and attempted to fix his hair. There was an obvious bulge in his slacks that he tried to ignore even when you looked so inviting. It would be so easy for him to fall back into bed and keep going but he had to be responsible. Sadly, responsibility came in the form of having self control and remembering heâs got work tomorrow.
âIâll walk you out,â You said with a small sigh. It was late and you had to be up early for the morning shift so it was right to end things. You needed to get out of your jeans and into bed. The two of you left your room quietly. His hand was on your waist, following you blindly out with his shoes in his hands and a calm smile.
âI'll call you tomorrow,â Jungkook whispered his promise as you unlocked the front door. He stood in the brightly lit hallway now. The goodbye was sweet and he found himself lingering behind when you shut the door. He couldnât make out the full conversation but your ex didnât seem to have been sleeping at all.
âWho was that?â Taehyung asked, sounding tired or irritated. He was laying down but with the light from the hall shining in you can make out the shape of his open eyes.
âA friend,â You said blandly.
âCan you do me a favor and keep your friends out of here?â Taehyung asked bitterly, âItâs my apartment too. Iâve already given you the room, the least you can do is respect me enough to not bring guys over on my bed.â
He stood alone in his office, trying to take a break from the busy day heâs had. Back to back meetings, lunch with his father, endless paperwork, hearing Hoseok scold him about not going further with you, etc., he needed a break. His phone sat on his desk and it was taking everything inside him not to call you. Heâs tried distracting himself with the view outside his windows but it wasnât working.
âIâm just saying, whatâs taking you so long? If you actually liked this girl wouldnât you have gone for it?â Hoseok asked with a shrug of his shoulders, âSheâs got you whipped and you havenât even done anything, thatâs crazy.â
âItâs not even like that, Y/nâs justâŚâ Jungkook looked nervous like when he had a school crush and would get teased about it, âI wanted toâshe lives with her ex.â
âRed flag,â Jimin chimed in from his corner of Jungkookâs office, âWhy?â
âBecause she still lives with her ex, obviously. Thereâs still something there or else she wouldâve moved out by now donât you think?â Jimin explained making Jungkook run his fingers through his hair anxiously.
âMaybe moneyâs tight. Y/n said their lease still has another six months,â Jungkook bit his lip.
âHelp her pay to end it then, duh,â Hoseok said with a shrug, knowing money wasnât a problem for him or his friends, âFree her from the shackles of past relationships.â
This time Jungkook didnât say anything because he was too busy thinking about it. He could help you pay it off, maybe even find you a new place but would you want him to? You always seem so tired after working both jobs and although he hasnât made it official, he doesnât like seeing the person heâs dating stressed all the time. He could easily take the weight off your shoulders if you let him.
âIsnât Jungkookâs problem that he hates dating women after his money? Why are you volunteering him to pay for some random girlâs rent?â Hoseok asked with a scoff, âThe girl I set you up with would never, FYI.â
He rolled his eyes, sinking back into his chair, âI donât care about that girl. I care about Y/n.â
âSo make it official, offer her help, and take her to the gala. Boom!â Jimin clapped like he solved world hunger.
He was going to, he planned to at least, he was just thinking of how to do it. It should be something simple but for some reason heâs nervous to do it. Everyone has already been nagging him about his personal life and as much as heâd like to keep you to himself, part of him also wants to show you off. Youâre not what he expected
When he was alone in his office, he spent his time thinking about what you could be doing right now and how badly he wanted to see you. All youâve done is make out and he wants to do more but heâs also happy about the pace youâre taking things. It seems right. Heâs not jumping to get into your pants and youâre not running to his pockets. He respects you and finds you too stunning to let go even if you lead different lives.
After work, he headed right to where heâd find you and you were talking with some college guys who ordered shots at the bar. They were in some university jackets and seemed perfectly content taking up your time.
âAre those for me?â Yoongi asked, stepping out from the walk-in fridge of alcohol. He pointed at what Jungkook was holding and it seemed to catch your attention too, finally making you look over at him. Your eyes softened, standing up as he got to the bar.
He held a large bouquet of orchids, various types of the flower, some pink, some white, a little bit of both, a hint of yellow. They looked pretty and he held them out to you as he responded to Yoongi, âSorry, hyung. Maybe next time.â
âI didnât know you were stopping in tonight,â You said, taking the flowers graciously. Now that youâre sort of seeing each other he hasnât been stopping regularly. Usually he sees you in your free time and occasionally if he goes to the bar but itâs usually at the end when not many people are left and youâre about to close.
âI meant to call but I forgot, forgive me?â He asked with a teasing smile, eyes glazed over as he watched you, âI just wanted to ask you something.â
You didnât hesitate to step out with him, alone in front of your job, clutching the bouquet in your hands.
âSo, Iâve been kind of pushing it off because Iâm not sure what youâll think, but Iâve been thinking about it a lot lately and I canât wait much longer to ask,â Jungkook started off with a nervous scoff, âAnd now that weâre out here and Iâve distracted you from work, itâs probably shitty timing butââ
âJungkook,â You said, looking up at him, âWhat do you want to ask me?â
âWill you go out with me? I mean⌠I know weâve gone on a few dates here and there but I donât think to keep going with this without asking you for a relationship. I want to get to know you more and more and I donât want to think about you possibly misreading my intentions and I just⌠really want to be your boyfriend,â Jungkook finished.
A smile spread on your lips as you leaned into him, one hand around his neck while the other held the bouquet from falling. His hands fell effortlessly on your waist, pulling you closer, feeling you nod your head against him, âIs this a yes?â
âYes,â You kissed his cheek, âOrchids are my favorite also.â
âReally?â He asked feigning surprise, âI guess I was lucky picking them out.â
âAre you staying for a drink?â You asked pulling back despite his hold.
âI donât think so, Iâve got another crazy day tomorrow and Iâve got some errands to run. Do you close tonight?â Jungkook asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, âYou work too much?â
âI work too much?â You asked with a laugh, âYouâre the one with back to back meetings.â
It was oddly endearing seeing the way he pouted despite his tough exterior. He wore a black suit and his hair was combed back, driving his usual Porsche but then pouting at you rather cutely and delivering you your favorite flowers.
âYouâre right, Iâll take a few days off and spend all my time with you,â Jungkook said playfully, âIf you think Iâm clingy now just you wait.â
âOkay, okay,â You pushed against his chest lightly, âI have to get back inside before Yoongi kills me. Thank you for the flowers.â
âMhm,â Jungkook bit his lip, keeping you close to him still as he refused to let go of your hand, âCan I get a kiss before you go?â
You sighed, pretending to find it bothersome but let him pull you back. You kissed him goodbye with a promise to call him when you get home and went inside as he drove off.
The flowers looked pretty in the clear cylinder vase you fit them into once you got home that night. You ignored it when Taehyung slammed the door and set the flowers on your vanity, smiling a little to yourself as you got ready for bed.
It took a week for him to officially ask you to be his date for the event of the year. He wanted to appreciate the tranquility he had with you at least a little before he brought you to everyone close to him. He didnât want your opinion about him changing but he also wanted to show you off finally. In the end, he asked you over dinner and you had no reason to turn him down.
You didnât fully understand what he was inviting you to and the gift he left for you one day only left you more confused.
âJust try it on, baby,â Jungkook urged you on as he busied himself in your bedroom while you stared at the box on your bed, âIâm sorry I couldnât find anything better at the last minute but youâll look beautiful either way.â
He already thought you looked pretty with how you styled your hair and makeup, you just needed a pretty bustier gown with orchids to match. It was a vintage Dolce & Gabbana dress that accentuates your figure nicely. Your neck looked plane but he fixed that with a few gold pieces and rushed you out the room. Taehyung wasnât homeânot that either of you cared if he wasâbut if you could avoid him the better. You didnât need him looking at you some type of way and youâre sure Jungkook could go without it too.
âI couldâve found something to wear, you didnât have to,â You tried to say but it was clear he wasnât listening.
âI wanted to,â Jungkook fixed the cuffs of his suit, checking the time on his watch. âWeâll be late if we donât get going now.â
When he first told you about the charity gala, you werenât sure what to expect. Maybe a few auctions, some guest speakers or small press but this was so much more than that. Hundreds of people filed into the large venue, chandeliers held high and disco balls spinning. Everyone wore suits and beautiful dresses who wore them more confidently than you did yours. There were performance acts happening all around you and a few people youâve seen on television in attendance. Without meaning to, you leaned against Jungkook as he navigated through the seating and found your table.
âLook whoâs finally decided to let us meet his girlfriend,â Someone said from the table as Jungkook searched around for his place card. Usually, he sat with his parents and his brother and his family but he started with his friends first. The others were busy speaking on stage and right now the guys seemed less intimidating.
âY/n, this is Jimin, youâll learn he never thinks before he speaks,â Jungkook joked, making you want to smile but unsure if you should.
âYou clean up nicely for a waitress,â Someone else said and Jungkook looked up immediately. Hoseok was obviously jokingâperhaps to impress the girl heâs been seeing and the one he set Jungkook up with for a date [who was surprisingly on Jinâs arm now]. One of the girls snickered, making your brows furrow.
âDonât be an asshole,â Namjoon told him off, directing Jungkook to sit down, noticing how ready he was to speak up.
âYouâre prettier than he said,â Namjoon told you with a polite smile. Jungkookâs hand rested on the back of your chair as he looked around for his parents before asking you, âJust ignore some of the stuff they say. Iâll handle it.â
âIâm not worried,â You admitted, sitting straighter as you looked at your name plaque on the dining set in front of you. He smiled down at you, âYou are prettier than I first said.â
âSo whatâs it like busting tables, Y/n?â Some woman asked you and Jungkook turned, clearly annoyed. He couldnât understand why Hoseok would bring the girl he went on a date with to the gala as Jinâs date instead. It didnât make sense and once again his dear friend was bringing questionable guests.
âAbout as pleasant as your company,â You said with a smile, âPerhaps a bit more, Iâd assume? I donât know, I'm not a waitress.â
You were a bartender and a cashier, if this random woman is going to insult you could she at least be accurate? Either way, thereâs nothing wrong with being in the service industry but judging by everyone around the table, they all look down it. You looked at Jungkook, in his designer suit, wearing the designer dress he bought you and feeling very obviously out of place.
âIâm gonna go to the washroom,â You whispered to him and concern flickered in his eyes. Your hand barely grazed his shoulder as you stood up and he placed his hand over it keeping you from leaving just yet.
âEverything okay?â He asked, not caring for anyone else at the table but you at the moment. You nodded with a gentle smile, âYes, Iâll be right back.â
When you left the table it seemed like everyone was able to catch a proper breath, all looking at Jungkook as if he had something to say. He didnât let you get too far out of his sight before he stood up too.
âWhere are you going?â Jimin asked with an amused expression, âI want Y/n back, sheâs cute.â
âIâm gonna find us better company,â Jungkook said as he looked at the women and Hoseok, âSober company.â
âCome on man, weâre just messing around,â he said turning to Jin hoping for some help but Jin chose to stay out of it, âSheâs great, honestly. Not what I expected.â
âHobi,â one of the girls complained but Jungkook was taking his drink and leaving.
You tried to fix your appearance in the mirror but there wasnât anything specific you could point to. There was just something that felt wrong and maybe it was being here at all. Maybe youâre moving too fast? Youâve already agreed to go out with him and you have strong feelings for him but if those are his friends⌠and these are the parties he attends⌠maybe youâre not cut out for it.
The women were flooded in designer and a sort of elegance youâre sure you didnât possess and the others seemed just as luxurious. You work two jobs to keep a shitty roof over your head while youâre attending a ball in a dress worth more than what you make in a month. You might act like youâre not nervous but youâre anxious. It feels like youâre pretending to be comfortable. Do you deserve this sort of treatment from him? All heâs done since you met him is keep you company, shower you in gifts, listen you every word you said, and⌠brought you around those close to him but were you right for him?
He seemed too good for you.
âI was beginning to think you ran out on me,â Jungkook said with a chuckle as he watched you jump in surprise. He stood near the entrance to the washrooms and waited for you to come out for what felt like forever.
âYou really are impatient,â You teased as he pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips, âIs everyone still at the table?â
âProbably,â Jungkook said, taking your hand in his and walking through the crowds, âBut Iâm sick of them, letâs do our own thing for now.â
Jungkook was as attentive as ever. He introduced you to anyone who came up to him and he looked genuinely happy to have you there by his side. You havenât been seeing each other for long at all, but it feels right. At one point you reunited with his friends, except Jimin was off somewhere with Jin and the two girls. The rest welcomed you just fine and asked you questions about yourself. Sometimes Jungkook would say something about you that you had no idea he knew. Hoseok found it adorable how he spoke for you with a sense of pride or excitement. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention that Jungkook felt strongly for you and you for him. Although hesitant to let you in, you seemed to charm your way with his friends and it made him happy to see how well you fit in.
âLeaving already?â Namjoon asked when Jungkook made his rounds of farewell to everyone he knew.
âYeah, weâre⌠tired,â Jungkook said but the smile on his face said otherwise, âAnd itâs late.â
âHm,â Namjoon seemed amused as he looked down at the arm Jungkook had around your waist and how it ran along your hip, holding you close. The two of you looked like proper lovers on their honeymoon and he couldnât help but laugh, knowing neither of you were close to tiredâjust ready to leave.
He smirked, âHave fun.â
âWhat did that mean?â You asked as Jungkook led you out but he just shrugged. Valet brought his car and you got in with him.
âDonât know,â Jungkook said leaning over the middle consoled to kiss you, âWill you spend the night at my place?â
âI donât have clothes,â You said, smiling at the way he seemed to deject, worrying at his bottom lip.
âI mean⌠we wonât really need thaââ
âJungkook!â You hit his arm playfully, making him laugh. He drove to his place with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. He lived in a penthouse in the sky, at one of the most expensive apartments in the whole city. The entire ride up the elevator was filled with his rough hands holding you in his arms, telling you how beautiful you looked tonight.
âI canât take too much credit,â You teased, arms around his neck as you went to the top floors, âYouâre the one who picked out the dress.â
âItâs not about the dress,â Jungkook whispered, cupping your face in his hands, âItâs about the person wearing it.â
âAnd what about when Iâm not wearing it?â You asked, stepping out of the elevator once it got to his floor. You walked ahead of him and he couldnât help but look after you. Your hips swayed with each step, walking so effortlessly in a dress that accentuated your shape. It had his attention all night and he knew tonight was the night heâd have you. You were hard to resist but he was patient, he waited for the right timing to make sure what he felt was right and it was. He was so into you it was all he could think about.
âY/n,â Jungkook called for you before you could skip too far from him. The two of you stood in the foyer now and he was taking your hand in his to keep you from wandering too far inside. His place was huge, the entrance alone had a level of class you didnât expect. It was a two level penthouse with a grand staircase and pool on the balcony. Your heels created an echo that felt never endless and in the middle of the foyer was a rounded table with a small stack of mail and a large vase of orchids.
Now you feel bad always dragging him to your small bedroom in an apartment you shared with an ex boyfriend. It was something Jungkook never seemed bothered byâeven when Taehyung would make a fuss about somethingâand that made you feel even more embarrassed.
You were too distracted to notice when he closed the space between you, hands on your waist as he pulled you against him.
âYouâve been handsy all night, yâknow,â You teased him with a smile, turning in his arms to face him. He let his forehead lean against yours, and closed the space between your lips until you were kissing.
There was a hint of a smile into the kiss as he deepened it by dipping his head low, mouths moving in sync. Even with your heels, you couldnât quite reach him and tried to lean upward.
Jungkookâs hands traced down your waist, falling to your hips and without pulling away, pulled you onto the table, sliding his mail to the floor. A light squeal left your lips, holding him tighter, âJungkook.â
âI canât help it,â He began to trail soft kisses down your neck, nibbling here and there to get a reaction out of you, âIâve been good all the time.â
You couldnât help but laugh, a cute and amused laugh that made him smile. One of the straps of your dress slipped down your shoulders and he hooked a finger into the thin fabric and pushed it back into spot. Jungkook didnât hesitate to help you down from the table, not yet letting you go but walked toward the staircase âAnd Iâve got you all alone now. Nobody asking you for another round of drinks, or your⌠roommate, just you and I. I donât think I can hold back any longer.â
With that being said, he guided you up the stairs taking you down a hallway toward the main bedroom. It was modern and dark with a wall of windows that overlooked the city lights. His bed was at the center with black sheets that he set you down and begins kissing you again.
Your hands ran down the front of his suit, pushed the jacket off and untucked it from his slacks. Every time you see him heâs dressed so nicely but you wanted to see what it looked like underneath. One time it had been late and last minute when he saw you and was dressed in a casual hoodie and sweats. You made out on your bed but never got far enough to take your clothes off. You know heâs muscular and lean but you needed to see it all.
Although your pace of undressing him was quick to your knowing, it wasnât enough for him. He yanked at the buttons, pulling it off and your jaw nearly dropped.
"Tattoos?" You questioned with surprise, as he sat back on his haunches playing with the buckle of his belt. He unclipped the back of his silver watch, throwing it on the floor and pulled his belt fully out of the loops.
âSurprising?â He responded looking down at. Your dress was ruffled up around your waist and your legs looked smooth. You sat back on your hands to meet him halfway for another kiss and while his mouth was concentrated on yours and your tongues danced against each other, he slipped his hands down your back. Your dress had a lower back cut, barely held together by a ribbon that had been tempting him all night. How easy it would have been to undo it and kiss along your spine.
A soft gasp slipped past your lips and swallowed by his as he pushed the straps off your shoulder and let it pool around your breasts. He slipped it further down exposing more of yourself to him and he kissed down your neck. You were slowly fall back into his pillows with his mouth against your collarbone, guiding you to your back so he could take the dress off you.
He left wet kiss down your chest, hands tracing along your ribcage as you arched into him and your breasts fell and rose with each heavy breath you took. mouth left wet kisses down to your collarbone and between your breasts. You let out a sigh feeling his gentle touch and he cupped your soft mound, squeezing lightly before he brought his lips to your hardening bud.
âIs this good?â Jungkook asked almost shyly, tongue sneaking a touch on your nipple as his thumb swiped over it feeling it begin to stiffen. You could barely form words to respond when he repeated the actions a couple times.
"Jungkoângh," you whined wriggling around a little for more. He looked up at you through a mess of hair and his teasing tongue flicked your nipple as his other hand groped the flesh of your left breast.
You touched along his back wanting to feel more of him pushing your breasts in his face and he drooled all over your boobs, sucking and licking your skin while you arched into him.
Once his tongue had grown sore, Jungkook moved along down your stomach pulling on it in hopes that he could get it off. With a small huff in annoyance, he sat back, looking down at your half naked body and tried to work out a way to take it off you. He raised your legs against his shoulders, sliding the flimsy fabric off and throwing it to the floor next to his shirt.
It didnât go ignored the fact that you had been completely bare underneath, your pubic area exposed to him as youâve gone all night with no panties and it was only now he realized.
âYou had nothing under this entire time?â Jungkook asked, finally pulling his own pants down, not bothering to wait to get his briefs off and did them both at the same time. He barely gave you time to appreciate the veins leading down his V-line toward his hardened cock before he was leaning down to kiss you again, âIf I wouldâve known we wouldâve never left your apartment.â
âGood thing I didnât tell you then,â You said between gasps when he licked the shell of your ear, pressing his naked body against yours.
Tonight had been something heâs known for months and a yearly event that he needed to attend. If he had known and seriously kept you in bed youâre sure he wouldâve heard an earful. You only chose to go bare so you wouldnât get a panty line on the dress.
He mustâve liked your chest because he went back to your breasts hungrily latching onto a nipple again, choosing not to respond anymore as he got lost in your warmth.
Like earlier when he got the dress off, he hitched your right leg up until it was bent close to your stomach, exposing more of your wet pussy to his greedy eyes. Silky strings of arousal glazed over your folds making him run his tongue along his bottom lip. Jungkook was focused on your wet cunt, dragging a finger along the center where your juices puddled at your entrance. It was a wet, creamy sort of slick that coated his fingers and your clit.
You released a moan at stimulation, jaw going slack when Jungkook gripped your hips with his free hand and pressed you firmly to the bed. Making sure you wouldnât squirm away, he dropped to his stomach, face between your lips as he went for a taste.
His lips were soft against your folds, eyes locked onto the sight of your puffy lips and let his tongue lick up the puddle of arousal. He practically sucked on it for a taste and left open mouth kisses on your cunt. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, legs threatening to shut but whenever you tried to squirm his head followed your movements.
Jungkook could barely breathe but it felt unnecessary as he nipped at your labia, sucking it into his mouth and letting your clit rut against the tip of his rounded nose. In all honesty, there was only one thing on his mind right now. He wanted to please you and make you feel good. He wanted to make you forget about any other guy and make you think of him and only him. His mouth closed over the stiffened clit suddenly and he began to lick and suck, feeling the outline of your slit get his chin wet like a dog lapping at water with thirst.
You had to be the sweetest thing to ever grace his tongue and it was making him lose his mindâaimlessly rutting his stiff cock against the bed.
Your head had fully tipped back, no longer paying attention to the pleasure he brought between your legs and sunk into the pillows, staring up at the ceiling moaning. Jungkook watched you succumb to what he gave you and he snaked a hand along your body, feeling the way your stomach caved in with deep breaths and settled a grip on your tits. His fingers were wet and he used the liquid to coat your nipples, rubbing them between fingers and quite literally tongue fucking you with your hips humping his face.
You were in ecstasy with his mouth slobbering all over your cunt. You couldnât remember the last time you let someone touch youâpleasure you. It surely wasnât with the ex you lived with. You stopped letting him in long before you broke up and even then he didnât make you feel the way Jungkook did.
"Ohâ" you moaned softly, hands in his
dark hair keeping him in place. He didn't say anything only guided you through an orgasm, feeling the way your legs shook and your breath hitched. Your clit twitched in his mouth and he tried to soothe the feeling with tender lips, tongue lapping at your release as you came down from your high.
Your eyes opened, looking right at the red tip of his cock, aching with need and pointing straight at you. He leaked with precum just from what he had done to you and he needed more. You tried to sit up on shaky legs, meeting him halfway for a messy tongue kiss, licking your arousal off his lips and some spit mixed into it. It was nasty but it made him grown with lust, especially when your hand snaked around his mushroom tip.
Jungkook dropped his forehead against your shoulder, staring down at your naked bodies and focusing on the hand you had on him. Your thumb was rubbing against the slit, smearing clear arousal around his head. His brows knitted together, a confused expression as you tried leaning back, managing to pull him into bed. It didnât take long for him to get the hint and get on his back.
âBaby,â Jungkook tried to warn as you shifted to sit between his legs, leaning down to his stiff member. He was so close already and wasnât sure how much heâd be able to handle before he had a chance to be inside you. A dry gasp left his lips as you went in without warning.
You flattened your tongue on the underside of his length, teasing a long lick from his base to the tip. Spit pooled in your mouth that you let drool out of your mouth and cover his tip, eyes on him the whole time. His eyes felt heavy but he refused to let them shut, wanting to see the way you took his cock into your mouth seductively.
A deep, throaty men left his lips as you swallowed as much of him as you could; never pulling your eyes off him and his head nearly tipped back with pleasure. Holding the base of his cock with one hand, you begin to bob your head setting a good pace, with your other hand on his muscular thigh.
Your eyes lock on the obvious muscles flexing under your touch, his abdomen more prominent than before and you eyed his tattoos curiously. Whatever you couldnât fit into your mouth was jerked off by your free hand that would occasionally run a little lower to massage his scrotum.
You can tell he was close which left you with a sense of pride. Your nose pressed into his pubic bone, taking steady breaths as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat to fit whatever more you can. Jungkook panted feeling the throb of his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat.
You roughly swallow around him, suppressing a gag and resume to deep throat him.
"Fucking hell," he groaned tossing his head back in bliss, hand hiding his face as it scrunched together in pleasure. Moans were pouring out of his mouth, sounds muffled into his hand, "I'm soâclose."
It hit him at once, hips nearly licking from how hard his muscles tightened with pleasure. His cock twitched warning a gag from you before he couldnât take anymore. You didnât pull away, swallowing what you could of his release.
Jungkook slowly comes down from his high, hand petting your hair. His eyes were hazy and his mouth dry. It felt like he couldn't move a muscle but he needed to feel your mouth on his. He could taste himself on you and with your aftertaste on his he wished to kiss more, pulling you onto his lap.
It was the best head heâs ever received yet his cock ached for more.
âCondom?â You asked, nipping at his ear lobe making his eyes roll. He didnât bother to shift you off his lap as he blindly felt around his nightstand for protection.
He let you slide it onto his member, watching it bounce back up, too stiff to budge and held placed a hand at the base as you moved to straddle him.
The expression you made as you sank onto his length was utterly beautiful and you radiated a confidence in taking him that he hadnât seen before. Every time heâd seen you has led up to this moment where you could finally be as intimate as you please and he wasnât the only one jumping for the chance. He didn't push to move even if he really wanted to and instead let you adjust. He wanted this to be pleasurable to you too.
"Jungkook," you whined, hands flat on his chest making your tits perk up and he carefully shifted his hips, rolling them up to dig just a little deeper.
âThatâs it baby,â he muttered under his breath, watching your hair fall forward as you tried to concentrate on his thrusts. You ground your hips against him and he watched your body shudder with pleasure. It was hypnotic the way you pulled him and he couldnât help but lean upward, kissing one of your breasts as you rode his dick for the first time.
He groped at your ass, spreading the soft cheeks apart and rammed into you when you threw your head back with a whimper, "Feels good."
You threw your arms around him, suffocating him against your chest as he bounced you on his dick, moaning against your nipples and drooling. Jungkook's nail dug into your soft flesh as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
He felt stuck, unable to move his hips as much as he wanted to and with a low grunt, he rolled you onto your back, knees digging into the mattress as your legs wrapped around his waist, âFuck, I canât.â
You didnât pay much attention to his words as Jungkook began to quite literally drop dick inside you, grinding his pelvis into you with each deep thrust and it felt nasty to be fucked this way.
A familiar ring of nerves clenching around his member as it sucked him into your folds. He wasn't going to last much longer either.
He hasn't slept with someone in months and it definitely didn't feel like this. He didnât give it up to just anyone despite what reputation he might have, and it took him time to sleep with you. He had to feel intimate in other ways before he let himself feel the pleasure you brought him.
âGonna cum for me?â He asked softly, kissing your jaw and hugging your waist as he dug your pussy out, feeling your nails claw at his back.
âPlease,â you begged, snuggling into his neck and his chest tightened with want. He put more purpose into his thrusts, bringing you and himself so close to the edge that you would tip over any moment. You sounded too pretty begging for him to just ignore.
A wave of pleasure washed over you, skin rising with bumps as a shiver ran down your body. He held you tightly as you moaned in euphoria, coming undone once again. Jungkook couldnât hold on much longer and your legs around him gave him no choice but to fuck the rest of length in you until he came into the condom.
You laid together for a moment, both shaking and softly petty each other as you came down. Jungkookâs fingers combed your hair back and you straightened your sore legs as you let him pull out.
You donât remember much aside from the drowsiness and he cleaned you up better than you couldâve.
He lied back in bed, pulling the covers over your naked body and fell asleep in your arms.
Once the sun rose into the sky, sneaking into the bedroom through the blinds and waking you from a heavy sleep, you found yourself feeling sore. You attempted to stretch but Jungkookâs arm trapped you against him.
âWhat time is it?â You mumbled to yourself, looking down at your naked body feeling self conscious as you rolled onto your side to find your phone. It was somewhere out in the foyer with the rest of your things youâd forgotten.
The time on Jungkookâs alarm clock read ten minutes past the bus. You shouldâve been on it and on your way to the cafe.
âY/n,â Jungkook mumbled sleepily, sitting up a little to see what was holding your attention, âBack to sleep.â
âIâm going to be late to the cafe,â You said, attempting to get up but failing miserably once he pulled you back down.
âWho cares about that one, letâs sleep a little longer,â He said and although your heart raced, you canât help but roll your eyes.
âDonât you have work today? Weâll both be late,â You tried to reason but your now clingy boyfriend wasnât hearing any of it.
âIâm in line to be CFO, I can do whatever I want and today Iâm choosing to spend as much time with you as possible,â Jungkook said arrogantly but it was so easy to look past when he kissed your palm affectionately.
âNot all of us are as lucky,â You sighed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as you tried getting out of bed. Instead you just ended up underneath him.
His smile was mischievous, âSo Iâve been thinkingâŚâ
âYes?â
âWe already barely have time to see each other,â Jungkook said with a small pout, âAnd you live so far with someone who doesnât deserve to see you as often as he doesâŚâ
âWell, maybe you should come stay with me. I know you said Yeaun doesnât have the space to let you move in with her and I really donât want you stressing about rent or living with someone you donât want to live with,â Jungkook told you, slowly rolling off you once he felt he had your attention, âSo what do you say?â
âYou live far,â You tried to say, sitting up and clutching the sheets to your front. You werenât completely opposed to it but shocked nevertheless.
âThatâs why I think you should quit at the cafe,â Jungkook said eagerly, âThat way you could focus on just one job and have so much more free time. Iâll take you or get you a driverâa car?, whatever you need to get to the bar. I know you like working there but at least you wouldnât be running back and forth between jobs. I live far but Iâm asking you, will you move in with me?â
âI have to think about it,â you sighed, sinking further into bed and the thought of getting up to answer missed calls from your job made you want to hide under the covers. You really did not like working there. It was early hours, shitty pay, and rude people. At least at the bar it was nighttime and the people knew you. And it would be nice to no longer live with TaehyungâŚ
Jungkook couldnât help but smile, pulling you into his arms knowing you were seriously considering it, â⌠And if you ever decide you donât want to be at the bar either⌠youâll be with me and have all the time in the world to do what you want.â
âYouâre offering too much,â You said playfully, hugging him lovingly, âIâll really start to think about it.â
âPlease, I could give you whatever you want if you just let me,â Jungkook says.
In some strange, unexplainable way, he fell for someone so unlike him. It was effortless and comforting to the point that nothing would bother him about it and all he wanted was to be with you. He could ignore everything else, or solve anything just to be with you.
Itâs like youâre what heâs been looking for and heâs what you needâsomeone trusting, reliable and loving.
Ever since he saw you buying orchids at the convenience store, he canât help but think of them when he thinks of you. You remind him of one.
Beautiful, charming, graceful. It didnât matter if you had different upbringings or experiences, all he knows is youâre fit for him and heâs fit for you. Heâll show you things youâve never seen, treat you to luxuries and care while you teach him more about yourself. Let him really get to know you and what makes you smile.
To do that, you have to let him in.
âSo no work?â Jungkook asked hopefully making you roll your eyes, trying not to smile.
âI guess not,â You sighed, feeling him begin to smile against you and hurried to stop him, âBut I should still go home.â
âTo pack?â
âNo, to shower and get dressed,â You corrected him, laughing at how he whined, âWell talk about it more later, last night wasâŚâ
âA lot?â
âYou can say thatâ
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D. WAYNE + BRUCEâS GF!F. READER
đ¨đŞđ˘đ˘đđ§đŽ ; damian doesnât particularly like his dadâs girlfriend but soon, she ends up being his favorite family member.
đŹđđ§đŁđđŁđđ¨; fluff, platonic obvi, age gap between reader and bruce (mid 20s and early 40s), rude damian lmao and skin tone not mentioned
It wasnât necessarily a secret that Damian did not like you. You were Bruceâs girlfriend and that wasnât something that wouldâve made him not like you but instead it was the age gap that made him not like you. I mean you were in your twenties and his father was in his early forties, you canât expect him to not see anything wrong with that. It didnât really surprise you per se because although the others never hated you for it, they did tell Bruce it was weird for him to date you.
They would always make sure to tell you that they meant no offense to you and that you were a sweetheart but still said it was weird. So Damian not liking you for that reason was not surprising, especially considering the number of people that told you how uhm⌠let's say âstuck-upâ he was before you went to meet him for the first time. Of course, you were still bummed out but it wasnât a surprise. You tried everything to get Damian to like you but nothing really made him budge.
Heâd still make the same snarky remarks, rude comments and sometimes itâd make you a little upset but not all the time. âDude chill.â âYou donât have to be rude damianâŚâ âDonât talk to her like that.â Theyâd all tell him even though you brushed it off and would tell them you didnât mind. For someone who was just like Damian at first, Jason was very unhappy whenever damian would make his comments.
But maybe it was just because the two of you have never had a time to actually talk before, you thought. And you would prove to be right one late night at the manor.
Damian walked down the long stairs only in his pajamas with a yawn escaping his throat. He had been awoken to a rumbling stomach just begging for a midnight snack so he was going to fulfill that need but he did not expect to see you in the kitchen when he got there.
You sat at the long table very obviously crying your eyes out. Damian didnât say anything and only stood at the other end of the table staring at you while you sniffled. He wondered why you seemed so upset, Bruce was home from patrol. He hadnât said anything rude to you all day, actually, heâd barely seen you today. Maybe that was just because he had school but still.
Damian had no idea what was going on. He did not like being in the dark.
With the floorboard uncharacteristically creaking under his footstep, his presence was known to you. Your head snapped up immediately and he was able to see your red eyes more clearly. âOh, hiâŚIs everything okay?â You asked, trying to go back to your cheerful mood, but he saw through your facade.
âEverything is alright. I suppose I should be asking you that question.â The younger wayne said walking closer to you and undeniably, it made you quite nervous. âIâm okay, justâŚuhm.â You muttered not able to come up with a lie quick enough which made Damian quite suspicious of you.
He eyed you up and down before making eye contact once again âExcuse me for asking this but, are you pregnant?â Damian asked out of pure curiosity. In his mind this was the only logical answer.
I mean you were crying in the kitchen at one in the morning and got extremely nervous when your boyfriend's son walked in. Not exactly pointing to pregnancy but the hints are there. âNo!â You whisper-shouted out of embarrassment.
âThen why are you upset?â Damian asked now standing by your side and you knew you couldnât lie to him. He was too smart for that. âI-I just had a hard day, itâs nothing.â Your response only earned blinks from the boy. âYou stay home all day. What possible could be hard about that?ââ He questioned and it made you feel a bit worse but you didnât show it. Tim told you not to show weakness to the âdemon childâ and he was probably right about that.
You glanced side to side awkwardly as you tried to find your words. âErmâŚDamian thatâs not exactly true but okay. It was mainly about the other people I was around instead of the day itself.â You told him and Damian plopped down on the chair to your left now intrigued with this conversation. Or maybe he was listening to tire himself out you knowâŚbecause of boredom.
âI was just out buying food for Jason because heâs sick andâŚhe doesnât exactly have edible things in his fridge.â Damian nodded at your sentence as he observed your expressions whilst you talked. âGraysons place has a better selection.â The boy muttered under his breath before urging you to continue your talking.
âAnd there were these women in the store talking about me like I wasnât even in thereâŚsaying awful things about me not really loving bruce.â You admitted. It was weird to be confining your feelings in a twelve year old but Damian was hardly a child, he was probably smarter than you. So it wasnât all that horrible.
You made eye contact with him for the first time in a while and Damianâs cold expression softened at how tears were brimming at your lash line all over again. You were really beat up about this. âI know I shouldnât because people say it all the time but itâs not like that. If I was with Bruce for the money, I wouldâve quit my job a long time ago. It doesnât even pay that much anyway.â Damian didnât even know you had a job.
He was rarely home with school and patrol but when he was, you were always there too so he just assumed you stayed at home all day. Damian didnât really know much about you up until now. âBut I really do love Bruce.â He hummed in response not knowing how else to reply.
You became aware of the situation and grew stiff and awkward. âUhm sorryâŚIâm keeping you up.â Your words were mumbles as you stood from your chair prepared to leave the room and let Damian be alone. You were probably a bother to him.
Then you were stopped by his voice âNot yet.â You turned around and he was now standing by the fridge and pointed up at the cabinets that contained the breakfast items. âI need you to get cereal for me.â Damian requested and you smiled at him before obliging and grabbing his favorite cereal and handing it to him.
âGoodnight Damian.â Damian hummed in response as he watched you start to walk away ââŚHave a good night [Y/n].â He told you, making you grin. It wasnât much but it meant a lot to you.
Little did you know, that was the start of it all. After that night, Damian stuck to you like a koala but not as if he was hugging you but everywhere you went, he was right next to you. Everyone (including you and Alfred) thought it was super weird. It was literally overnight that Damian started to take a liking to you.
You may have thought it was weird but you enjoyed it. It made you feel like you were truly part of the family. Damian only took a liking to you because he saw the real you, not the cheerful one that put on an act for cameras and paparazzi. You had feelings and he realized that he was hurting them for no reason.
I mean you werenât like the others. You didnât treat him like a child, you treated him just how he wanted to be. Not babied and not having his intelligence insulted because of his age, you treated him with the respect he deserved and saw his points of arguments like not needing school. He liked that and now that he had realized he was hurting you by saying the same things those women said, he felt bad. So he accepted you, a little too accepting for everyone elseâs comfort.
You thought it was weird but you enjoyed it. It truly made you feel like part of the family because now everyone liked you. Damian seemed to like you a bit more than the others though mainly your presence.
âOh hey, weâre about to watch a movie. Come sit.â Dick said, inviting Damian over as he reached the living room. A frown formed on his lips at the spot next to Bruce that was empty. You werenât here.
His gaze traveled to his father âWhere is [Y/n]?â Damian asked, tilting his head slightly. âIn the room. She wanted to catch up on her reading.â Bruce said and without a word, Damian started to make his way back up the stairs and toward you and Bruceâs shared bedroom.
Opening the door, there you were sitting on the bed reading but your focus turned to him when you heard him approach the bed âItâs movie night.â Damian spoke before you even asked what he wanted âOh I wanted to finish reading this book.â You replied carelessly but Damian did not like that answer.
âBut I want you thereâŚyou protect me from Graysonâs popcorn when he gets excited.â Damian said, growing a bit flustered mid-sentence after noticing that he had just aired his feelings out. You looked at him as you sighed âI can still read my book, right?â You questioned and Damian nodded as he reached out to grab your wrist.
You allowed him after putting a bookmark in your book. Damian dragged you down stairs, book in hand and everything while you tried not to trip and fall. âYou actually went and got her?â Jason asked as you and Damian sat side-by-side next to Bruce while Tim sat at your feet on the floor.
Jason wasnât here often, honestly he only came here for Alfred and your cooking and to spend time with you. You were probably the only one he could actually stand for longer than five minutes. âYou didnât have to bother her.â Stephanie said from one of the armchairs but you waved your hands in defense of the boy who did not care whatsoever.
âI donât mind.â âSo mind your business Todd.â Jason scowled at Damianâs rude comment after your kind one that wasnât even directed toward him but stayed quiet and just continued to watch the movie. You continued to read through your book with Damian sometimes leaning over to catch a glimpse at what you were reading.
Movies that Dick picked out didnât particularly interest him that much. He could usually fish out the plot twists from miles away and it was the same with books but more often than not, books were more interesting.
Halfway through the movie, Damian got intrigued in a certain page he had read through âWhat book is this?â He asked, blinking up at you with his large green eyes and you thought they were so adorable but you didnât say anything. âGone girl, I think youâd like it actually. I found it in the library.â You whispered to him but somehow, with his dog-like hearing, Dick overheard the conversation.
âOo! Gone girl? I love that movie, we should watch it next.â The oldest boy said and Cassandra and Tim were quick to shush him and he did so but not without rolling his eyes. âItâs a movie?â Damian whispered to you, who nodded. Bruce almost cooed at how cute the two of you were.
Damian considered sticking around for the rest of the night to watch this movie but when less than twenty minutes passed and popcorn went flying everywhere, he was questioning that idea. âHoly shit! Why would he do that!?â Dick shouted as everyone complained about the popcorn in their hair and on their clothes.
Damian, of course, had nothing on him because you shielded his body âHow could you be so careless? You got popcorn all over her.â Damian said snarkily while crossing his arms against his chest. Dick rolled his eyes âOh please, you just started liking her. I was the first to like her!â Dick shouted in defense, making you and Bruce sigh.
Somehow, always, movie nights ended up in arguments that almost always involved Dick. âWhatever! You still put this filth on her.â The young boy cursed while the others merely groaned in annoyance. âUh, can you guys keep watching the movie? Iâm still trying to read.â You said a bit quietly trying not to get in the middle of their argument.
It happened every time. Youâd get in the middle and theyâd start asking you questions which youâd have no answer to because you didnât want it to look like you were playing favorites. âOops. Sorry.â Dick apologized and Damian nodded in agreement. âIâll be quiet too.â He muttered before beginning to watch the movie again.
You sighed in relief as you leaned against Bruceâs arm. He thought it was so cute how the two of you were finally getting along, it made him so happy. Until you started backing him up even more on stupid shit like the topic of school and patrol.
A few days after movie night, Bruce was getting ready to walk out of the door for work when he spotted you and Damian on the couch still in your pajamas watching Criminal Minds while eating toast. âUm, what are you two doing?â He asked, buttoning his suit as the two of you looked up at your boyfriend.
âWeâre watching Criminal Minds father. It is quite an interesting show.â Damian said, shrugging. Initially, he had planned to just jump straight into training after you told him he could stay home but you asked him to watch at least one episode and that episode turned into almost half a season watched.
Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before pointing at Damian âYou need to be at school.â He then pointed at you, âAnd you need to be at work.â Bruce finished earning an irritated sigh from his son and a loud whine from his girlfriend.
âDamian doesnât need school and the shop is closed for today.â You said sitting up while Damian continued to lay down while humming in agreement. âOkay well Damian still needs to be at school.â The older man said fairly tired with how Damian upright refused to go to school everyday and now you were helping him.
âNo need. I think Iâm well off on sex education, slope and how to understand The Lord of the Flies.â Damian said passive-aggressively which made you chuckle a bit but when Bruce gave you a slight glare, you shut your mouth and looked away.
Bruce sighed once more and you grabbed Damian by his shoulders and hugged him close to you. Damian still was not used to your affectionate side but he could live with being hugged by you now. âPlease! Brucie, Iâll make sure he doesnât train too much and Criminal Minds could help him on his patrol and stuff!â You shouted and Damian nodded in agreement as usual despite not exactly agreeing with you.
There wasnât anything on Criminal Minds that he hadnât already learned except for maybe the occasional Spencer Reid comment but itâd make his case of staying home better. âOkay fine.â He said putting his hand on the doorknob but then he looked back at you and pointed âIâll deal with you later.â You looked away awkwardly feeling a bit embarrassed but wished him a goodbye as he left the Manor.
Damian scoffed and continued to eat his cereal âHeâs annoying.â He muttered and you looked at him with a shocked face but he only looked confused. âHm? You say that all the time. I remember when you said that about Kent.â Damian responded and now it was your turn to look confused with a small laugh.
âWhich one?â You asked and Damian hummed âYou said it to his face.â Yet again you seemed confused and Damian smiled. He loved how mean you could be sometimes âClark.â Damian responded plainly. You laughed, making him chuckle a bit.
It seemed that life was a bit more pleasant for him because of his and your alliance. He canât wait for when you start tagging in his arguments with Dick and Todd while you were just happy that your boyfriendâs son finally likes you!
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Not sure if Iâm doing this right since Iâm new to tumbler :D but hi love ur writing followed you in an instant!
I was wondering if you could write something for a very low self esteem, inexperienced reader who goes to uni so is like 21 or something and is Miguelâs neighbor. They live in this building and their other neighbor is a rude lady who complains at the slightest Noise basically. she doesnât dare bother Miguel but is always bothering the reader since reader canât tell her to f off. Reader is just such sweet chubby lil cinnamon roll :(
Idk if I should have been less descriptive or more TvT; ?
Anyway hope youâre doing great :D donât forget to hydrate âĽď¸
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Pairing: Miguel OâHara x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap, Sexual Touching (With Clothes on), Slight Fluff
Summary: He helps you, you help him.
A/N: This is perfect, donât worry, love!!!
Word Count: 2.4K (Not Edited)
This is most definitely going to leave you a crying wreck in your bathroom later.
Your nerves were already on high alert with finally becoming independent and moving out of the college dorms, that pesky exam and assignment you procrastinated on working on, and your job has been firing and hiring people left and right. The last thing you needed was your cranky old neighbor, (it is crazy to think that you once thought she was going to be a kind old woman who would give you cookies when she was lonely), to come banging on your door with a list of complaints and reasons why she could get you evicted. You do not know what to do, never being in this type of situation before. Honestly, you do not even know about half the things this woman is accusing you of.Â
You can only stand there, hand tightly holding the door open as you try not to cry from stress. In your head, you are counting in an effort to make sure your breaths are coming out evenly. The last thing you want is to have a panic attack and have your neighbor add the threat of a mental hospital to the list. You nod along weakly to what she says, letting out whispered apologies that only seem to make her angrier.Â
âYou useless teenagers and your need to ruin good things, donât think I forgot when you tr-â
âIs there a problem here?â
His voice is deep and smooth, causing the both of you to jolt. You visibly relax when you turn your head to find Miguel standing outside his apartment door. He has just gotten back from work and running errands, his lab coat draped over his arm as he holds paper bags in his arms. His hair is slightly tousled from the autumn breeze, and a few strands of his black hair are scattered with grey. His sweater hugs his arms and torso in a way that is mouthwatering, and you quickly look away when his eyes meet yours.
Miguel is the only neighbor you really know. He had helped you the first time you moved in, hearing the way you struggled to bring some things up to your apartment. He offered to help, carrying in boxes faster than you could into your apartment. When you had gotten furniture, he was happy to come over and assemble it for you. He is so kind to you, offering to help with a leaking pipe or to answer any of your questions about how to do something. You might have grown a slight crush on your neighbor, something that slightly freaked you out when you realized because of the obvious age gap the two of you have. You have not even finished college yet and he is in his mid-thirties working in a big corporate lab.Â
Miguel clears his throat and you look back at him. He stares at you expectantly, totally ignoring the stuttering woman who tries to answer his question. He is only ever interested in what you have to say. You flush under his intent gaze, quickly shaking your head. You do not want to cause more problems, and you definitely do not want to have your cranky neighbor form a bigger vendetta against you.Â
Miguelâs eyebrow raises, definitely catching the anxious expression on your face. He hums dismissively after a minute, eyes lazily trailing back to the older woman. His nose scrunches up slightly at the sight of her and he looks away again as the woman stops trying to defend herself. Miguel shrugs, the paper bags rustling with their contents. He turns to face you, once again ignoring the older woman.Â
âThen you wouldnât mind helping me put away my groceries, right? Canât get my keys with my hands full,â Miguel speaks in a lazy drawl.Â
You are quick to nod your head in agreement, stepping out of your doorway and closing the door. The woman steps back, a displeased look on her face as she watches you walk over to Miguel. Miguel keeps his eyes trained on you, watching everything you do. You are shy when you smile up at him. With your back turned towards the old woman, you mouth a âthank youâ to him. His eyes instantly snap to your lips, intently studying your exaggerated words. His eyes seem to darken for a second before he blinks and it is gone. His eyes trail back up to your eyes and he tilts his head slightly down.Â
âKeys are in my pants pocket.â
You quickly nod, whispering out an âokayâ. Your face burns as you have to get closer to him to not knock into his arms. The angle is slightly awkward, your hands slip into his pants pocket and your face burns from having your hand so close to hisâŚthing. As you try to find his keys, Miguel looks down at you with a heated look. He watches silently for a few minutes before looking back up and over your shoulder to the older woman. His face is masked in indifference, maintaining eye contact with her until she fidgets and turns away without saying a word.Â
At the same time she walks into her own apartment, you make a sound of victory as you finally retrieve his keys. You dangle them in his face with a proud smile, and he gives you an amused smirk. He steps away from his apartment door, giving you room to step in front of him and unlock his door. As you insert the key, you feel Miguel press up against your back. His warmth seeps into your spine and you are quick to bite your tongue so you do not let out a squeal. Â
His breath tickles your neck and ear, warm and slightly minty. âWhat did I tell you about standing up for yourself, hmm cariĂąo?â
The question rumbles with his voice and you have to hold your breath in order to not make an embarrassing sound. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and instantly regret it. He has not moved his face yet, and you are a breath away from him. If you leaned forward the slightest bit, your noses would be touching. You gulp nervously, and Miguelâs eyes trail down to your lips once again. He lets out a deep hum as you lick them nervously.Â
âI- sheâs not that mean to me.â You whisper out in the older womanâs defense. You cannot help the way your lashes flutter as you try to meet his eyes.Â
Miguel scoffs at your defense, finally backing away from you. He shifts his hold on the bags, freeing his hand to turn the doorknob. Your hand is still there, and your breath hitches when his large hand encompasses yours. His hand moves both yours and the doorknob, making a combined effort to open the door. You are still watching him from over your shoulder, mouth slightly opened in awe. Miguel looks down at you, something playful in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side.Â
âYouâre blocking the doorway, cariĂąo. The ice cream I got you is going to melt.â
Your blush returns from the pet name and you stutter out an apology as you rush inside his apartment. Itâs warm, and youâre hit with the smell of him. You find the light switch and turn on the lights, flooding the whole place with a warm glow. Miguel follows you into the kitchen, placing the paper bags on the dining room table. He rummages through them, glaring at you when you try to grab one to start helping. His hands connect with something cold, and he pulls out a personal pint of ice cream. He hands it over to you and you turn it around to see the label. Your eyes instantly light up when you read the brand and flavor. Last week you had ranted to Miguel about how the grocery store did not have your favorite ice cream in stock as he was fixing a problem with your internet. The whole time he just hummed along, you did not actually think he was listening.Â
He smiles softly at you as you beam up at him. He turns back to the groceries, sighing when he sees your hand reaching for the bags again. He turns to you with a bored expression. He gently removes your hands from the bag, telling you to go eat your ice cream before it melts. You grumble playfully under your breath, complaining about how you were supposed to be helping. He chuckles as he follows after you, getting a spoon out for you.Â
âI thought the whole point was that I was supposed to help you put the groceries away, not eat them.âÂ
Your complaining is cut off by a yelp when Miguel grabs your waist. He lifts you up, putting you on top of the counter. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You squirm slightly from his proximity.Â
âYou can help me by sitting prettily and keeping me company. Tell me about your day.âÂ
He pulls away then, returning to the dining room table and carrying a bag to the counter next to you. Your eyes are still bashful as you watch him, quietly opening your ice cream and beginning to eat it. Miguel starts to pull contents from the bag and looks over at you expectantly. Hesitantly, you begin to go through your day, easing into it the more you talk. You speak between bites of ice cream, half paying attention to Miguel as he walks around the kitchen to place things in their proper places. Occasionally, he looks over at you as you speak, his eyes trained on the way you place the spoon in your mouth and lick at the delicious treat.Â
You are almost done when he puts the last thing away. He walks over to you as you continue talking absentmindedly, just finished slipping the spoon out of your mouth again. You stop talking when Miguelâs eyes drop to your mouth, his thumb coming up the swipe at your lower lip. When he pulls it away, a bit of melted ice cream is stuck to his skin. His eyes meet yours again when he brings it to his mouth, licking it away. He hums in appreciation for the taste.Â
Your mouth drops open with a gasp as you watch, eyes trained on the pink muscle. You watch as his lips form a sly smile, and you blush as you look back into his eyes. But his eyes are still trained on your parted mouth, eyes dilated and hungry. He leans forward slightly, hand returning to rub at your bottom lip before he replaces it with his lips. He is not kissing you exactly, only sucking on your lip until it is swollen and red. He gives it a small nip before he pulls away, his hands falling to rub your thighs. It causes a small whimper to escape your mouth and Miguel basks in the noise.Â
His hand seeps closer and closer to the area between your thighs, grabbing the carton of ice cream and moving it to the side. His hands hastily return to the area between your thighs, fingers brushing against your center. Your breath hitches and you look down to where his hands are. Your attention is snapped away when his gravelly voice meets your ears.Â
âContinue with the story, querida. You donât sound like you finished.â
You stutter over your words, the topic of conversation blanking from your mind. Miguel chuckles knowingly, his fingers continuing to brush up and down until they land on your clothed bud. He presses into it hard enough so you can feel it through the fabric of your pants and panties, gently reminding you where you left off. You nod nervously, hands snapping up to meet his shoulders as you feel wetness rushing into your panties. You stutter and choke on your words, eyes shutting as you rotate your hips sloppily into his hand. The movement is jerky, and you feel slightly embarrassed at how painfully obvious it is that no one has ever touched you like this before. But Miguel seems to like it, likes the idea that youâre untouched and he is the only person who has seen you like this.Â
It gets even better when you make those soft noises, cutting yourself off and having to be reminded about what you were saying. Miguel continues his hand movements, pressing into you and rubbing and stroking. Your wetness has seeped through your panties, dampening the material of your leggings. If you were not lost in how good it feels, you would have been grossed out and uncomfortable. A weak call of his name escapes you and Miguel looks up from your cunt to look at your face. He hums in acknowledgement, watching as you try to pull his face closer to yours in a kiss.Â
He swiftly avoids it, and you would have curled into yourself at the blunt rejection if you did not become distracted by his mouth suck and licking along your neck and jaw. Your mouth falls open with a moan, head leaning back to give him more room. He groans against your skin, fingers pressing tight circles to your clit. With a few hard circles, your back arches and your hold on him tightens. Gasping moans leave you and you feel the band in you snap, releasing more wetness into your panties as you finish. Miguel pulls his head away from your neck, keeping his fingers to your bud as you ride out the orgasm. Once you slump back down, he pulls his hands away. As you catch your breath, Miguel cleans up the mess on the counter. He reaches over, closing your melted ice cream and putting the spoon in the sink.Â
You are still in a daze when he pushes the warm container in your hands, his own hands gentle as he lifts you off the counter. Your eyes are glossy in after-lust as he gently guides you out of his apartment and into yours. His warm hand leaves the small of your back, massaging your sides before he whispers a thank you into your ear for your help. You are only pulled completely out of your daze when you hear your door lock and close as Miguel leaves. You turn to look at the door, cheeks blazing as you clutch tightly onto your ice cream.
You are totally getting a noise complaint for that old woman tomorrow.
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OKAY OKAY idk if you still do Eddie Munson if not it's fine but I just ended a situationship/fwb with a rude white boy, I lowk wanna see a fanfic. where Eddie has this relationship with reader, then he flirts with someone else and takes them to bed, and reader is just heartbroken,and gets revenge
toxic!eddie munson x female!reader
summary: you think Iâd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? no fucking way. he doesnât get to win.
warnings: smut! 18+, cursing, very much angst, arguing, mature content, etc..
a/n: wow, you actually got me out of hibernation with this one. i haven't wrote eddie in a long time so bear with me but since fuckboys very much PISS ME OFF, i had to do you a solid and i hope you enjoy! as always, apologize if you hate this.
Your relationship with Eddie was not something that you could explain in a few short words. Of course, it was complex, complicated, difficult, angering, loving, warm.... But again, not something you could name with a few short words.
It had been about three months ago when you caught Eddie staring at your ass while you were playing dodgeball and he was sitting at the bleachers.
He had that sly smile on and his back leaning on one of the levels on the bleachers, staring at you intently. Not only was it enough to catch your attention but enough for you to keep looking.
All it took was a wink and a few whispers in the locker room for you to be hooked. But after, Eddie had made it clear with you that he wasn't ready to be in a relationship.
Eddie kissed your neck while his grip on your neck was harsh, "Listen baby, I want this so fucking bad but I'm not ready for somethin' serious," He whispered but the trance you were in only had you saying,
"Uh-huh,"
And since then, you had been stuck in a friends with benefits situation with Eddie Munson.
It wasn't the worse thing in the world but sometimes, it never felt the best. I mean, it wasn't like Eddie was an asshole who didn't care about you after you fucked or did anything. He would always cuddle you or clean you up when you felt tired.
He would always let you vent to him, give you kisses, and make you laugh. Those were the times when you felt like you could be more with him.
And then there would be times where he talked about Stacey Callahan's ass with a sly smile and glint in his eye, almost making you want to stab him.
You would shoot daggers into him but he would never notice because he considered you a friend.
And you could never tell him your real feelings because then you guys would be nothing and that seemed like a worse fate.
But at least, he never made an actual pass at girls in front of you and from what he had told you, he hasn't fucked anyone since you and him had started.
And that made you feel like you could be more.
But you were afraid you spoke too soon when you were trying to find Eddie and saw him and Caroline Blaren making out under the bleachers.
His hand groping her ass and her moans echoing throughout the gym. If it wasn't for the fact that it was after school, almost half the school population would've been cursed with this sight.
His mouth leaving hot kisses on her neck as he did with you a multitude of times, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she giggled.
For the first time in your life, you had felt as if your heart had shattered.
A part of you wanted to make a scene, maybe go batshit crazy and curse Eddie to the brink of eternity and then the other part of you wanted to walk away, realize that you were worth more than someone who you thought cared for your feelings or for you at all.
Before you could leave the gym and maybe cry in a corner, Eddie locks eyes with you and smiles before he excuses himself and tells Caroline to wait under the bleachers.
She scoffs a little bit but twirls her hair as she stands there, mugging you.
You still have a shocked expression as Eddie approaches you, grinning ear to ear,
"I know I said we were gonna meet today but," He shyly cheers, "I've been trying to bag this for months and I really need this, Y/N, we can meet tomorrow though," He says as if this was casual.
You blinked at him as he awkwardly laughed at your expression, "Earth to Y/N?" He waved his hand in your face as you closed your mouth and swallowed.
You did your best to form a smile, "Uh- yeah sure,"
He cheered, kissing you on the cheek, "You're the best, I owe you one," He winked at you before going back to Caroline.
He put his arm around her shoulder before exiting the other way of the gym.
You couldn't believe that you let Eddie Munson break your heart.
There were multiple thoughts entering your head the sight of this.
One was that you were a complete idiot and let Eddie Munson play you like a fiddle. The second was that he had never taken you seriously. The third was that you needed to make him feel as you did.
And maybe it was petty for you to feel like you needed revenge but you couldn't let Eddie get away with making multiple girls feel this way,
Harmless to him but cruel to you.
And now you had to make him pay which you knew wasn't going to be easy.
Making Eddie Munson jealous was one of those things that was damn near impossible. He always prided himself in being as 'chill as a cucumber, when it came to his love life.
You had never seen him get jealous once and you didn't even think it was a feeling to him.
But you did know Eddie hated being ignored.
You remembered when he jokingly called your ass flat and you ignored him for an hour before he looked like he was on the brink of tears.
That was the one sore sport of his that you knew of and it certainly wouldn't hurt to use it to your advantage.
So when Eddie had called you that very night, you answered but not with the same eagerness you always had,
"Hello?" You answered, holding the telephone up to your ear.
"Hey Y/N," You heard Eddie's voice on the other side of line, voice excited.
You swallowed before answering back flatly, "Hi,"
He sounded surprised at your tone but didn't mention it, "Jus' wondering if you wanted to come over, Caroline just left,"
Your blood felt like it was boiling. It was as if he wanted a snack to go with his meal which only pissed you off more and it had been six hours, he had been fucking Caroline for six hours.
"I can't," You said, concealing your anger.
He sounded astonished, "Uh, why not?"
"Busy," You replied, annoyed.
You could feel your vagueness starting to worry him, "Busy with what?" He said snarkily.
"Stuff," You scoffed.
When did Eddie care so much about what you were doing? Maybe once he realized you wouldn't be at his beck and call any longer.
He took a breath, "What about tomorrow?" He asked, hoping your answer would be different.
"I'm busy, Eddie," You snapped.
There was silence on the other line for a few seconds that felt like decades before he replied again, "Is something wrong?" He asked, the worry present in his voice.
"No, I really can't talk right now, I'll see you later," You said quickly, putting the phone back on the link before he could answer.
You sighed, trying your best to feel as if this was the best decision. Of course, you knew ignoring Eddie wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world but you didn't expect it to be the hardest either.
Once Eddie gets fixated, there's not really a way to get him off the case.
And that turned out to be a fact when you saw him at school the next morning,
"Y/N," Someone grabbed your arm, pulling you in the custodian closet.
You made a surprised sound before realizing it was Eddie, "Jesus, I thought you were a murderer," You said, releasing your arm from his grip.
He ignored your joke, locking his eyes into your eyes, "What's up with you?" He asked.
You gulped, "I don't know what you're talking about,"
He scoffed, "You fucking dodged me on the phone,"
You rolled your eyes, "I told you I was busy,"
"You've literally let me eat you out before you had an huge exam in the next hour so that's a load of crap," He replied as you gawked, "So tell me what's actually up,"
You moved your jaw to the side, looking away as Eddie fumed in front of you.
You were lost for words but this didn't stop Eddie from waiting for answer so you gave one,
"I'm done fucking you,"
Eddie looked shocked, lost for words, he almost seemed as if he was having a stroke. He snapped out of his trance by laughing, "Are you serious?"
Your demeanor didn't change, "Deadly."
He bit his lip, almost wanting to laugh because this had to be a joke, "Baby, thats a big decision," His chest was against yours at this point, "Are you sure about this?" He asked, his breath whispering against your ear.
You could feel yourself breathing harder and a bit turned on but you knew this cycle wouldn't end if you didn't stop it. You pushed against his chest as he stepped backwards, "I'm done Eddie." You stated, walking out of the closet and leaving him in there.
You took a deep breath before walking to your class, it was hard to believe that you had just rejected Eddie and that he didn't utterly make you regret it.
You sat in class as you watched Eddie come on minutes after, always arriving after the bell. You could feel the tension radiating off you both but he didn't care to take a glimpse of you, his hard expression already telling enough.
You eyed him as he sat down next to you, a shocked expression on your face. Eddie had never sat down next to you in classes or let alone even show up.
You could already tell he was about to start fucking with you.
As Ms. Rodriguez started her lesson, you started to feel a fingertip tracing your knee as you swallowed. You looked at Eddie but he kept his hard expression, not even a smirk forming.
You watched him as his finger rose higher, almost at the hem of your skirt.
There was something in you that wanted to let him, maybe get your last taste Eddie before it was over forever but if you did this, it would never be over.
You knew this was Eddie trying to win and you couldn't let him.
In a flash, you grabbed his hand which caused him to finally look at you and you slammed it into his own lap. He looked furious and you felt a small victory as he pushed out his chair and stormed out while Ms. Rodriguez yelled for him to come back.
âââââ
The bell rang as you went towards the cafeteria, going to sit with the mutual friends you shared with Eddie.
Ever since you and Eddie had started hooking up, he had introduced you to his friends and you didn't actually mind sitting with them. They would always banter in front of you which always made you giggle and it was never superficial with them.
Usually, you would've sat next to Eddie but since shit hit the fan, you took a seat next to Gareth.
You saw Eddie shooting daggers into your soul but you kept your composure and ignored him.
You could hear them arguing over something about D&D which only made you laugh before Gareth noticed you, "Hey Y/N!" He beamed as you smiled.
"Hey Gareth, what are you guys talking about?" You asked, looking at him.
Gareth grinned, ready to start his tangent, "Oh so basically, we were talking about if Paladin or the Monk had more of a power bu-"
Eddie cut him off, "What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you as the table went silent.
You steamed, "What are you talking about?"
He began his theatrics, "I mean did I say you could sit here?" The whole table looked between you and him, there had never been one argument between you and Eddie, let alone one in front of them.
You sneered, "Why would I not be allowed to sit here?" You asked, wanting to kill Eddie for doing this in front of everyone.
"Well because, you don't belong here," He said, nonchalantly.
You laughed, "I don't belong here?" Your eyes were locked onto his, anger present in them.
"Yeah," He smirked which only made your blood boil.
"So since I'm sucking your dick anymore, I can't sit here?" You questioned, causing the entire table to gasp.
You weren't planning to reveal that you and Eddie had fucked several times but since he was really trying to get under you, there was no other choice.
"You can't sit here because nobody wants you here, Princess," He said, hatefully.
You looked at everyone around the table but they kept their gazes low, not wanting to go against Eddie.
Eddie was expecting pure anger to come out of you or maybe you would have to reconcile with him and you guys could go back to how you were but instead, you had gotten up and a smile was present on your face.
"I think I'm actually gonna sit with Jason," You slyly said as Eddie felt enraged, "I think that's a dick I actually would like to suck," You grabbed your tray heading over to jock table.
It wasn't exactly the best plan considering you hated Jason but Jason had been trying to get under you for years and this was the only way to get under Eddie's skin.
Your skirt rose up as you blinked dumbly at Jason sitting next to him, "Hi Jason," You sweetly said as he grinned from ear to ear.
"Y/N, what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, him eyeing your body.
"I was wondering if you could teach me a few things about basketball at yours, I've got a research project," You said, fingers grazing his thigh.
It was not your best effort at being seductive but it was enough to get Jason Carver.
"I think I could help with that, mine at seven?" He said as you nodded.
You turned your back to see Eddie staring at you, more mad than you had ever seen him.
He was jealous.
And this was only the beginning.
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f**k you.
ellie williams x afab!reader
warnings: hate sex, ellieâs rude as shit in the first half, alcohol use, some name-calling, aggressive kissing, fingering, scissoring, brat taming, spanking, edging/overstim⌠i think thats it
a/n: kinktoberâs here! ik im a few hours late guys im sorry. but hopefully this juicyness makes up for it !! wc 3.4k
Ellie couldnât stand you.
She found you so incredibly annoying, and yet you shared the same friends. Which was the biggest problem, ever.
She never failed to make sure to let you know what she thought of you.
âHey, idiot. Weâre trying to have a conversation. Shut it for once, yeah?â
And you made sure to let her know that the feeling was mutual.
âSuck my dick, Williams.â
And like clockwork, sheâd say something along the lines of âSorry babe. Not into that.â
Truthfully, the two of you had been doing this for a while. This was nothing new. Youâd go at eachother back and forth until one of you gets genuinely pissed off. Rinse. Repeat.
Dina hated it because she loves the two of you; she just canât handle being in a room with both of you at once. Jesse would find it amusing until you and Ellie wouldnât shut up during a movie.
It didnât matter what you said or did. Ellie would either laugh, mock, or straight up disagree with you. Even if you stayed quiet and said nothing at all.
âLooks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.â
Sheâd wait for your response, and when you didnât have one, sheâd keep going.
âNo seriously. You look like dogshit.â
âEllie please shut the fuck up.â
It was like she couldnât ignore you. As if your presence was so incredibly overwhelming, that she just had to react to everything you did. You didnât get it.
If you met up with the friend group to eat, Ellie somehow âforgotâ to get you something. Sheâd make plans and purposely exclude you. And if you brought it up, sheâd tell you to âchill the fuck out, itâs not that serious.â
You hated Ellie. And yet here you were, six feet across from her, sitting on the rug of her living room floor. Dina had insisted on a friendly get-together at Ellieâs, specifically requesting that âyou donât kill eachother.â You told her youâd try, but made no promises.
âHey, Jesse.â Ellie said. âCould you grab me and Dina another beer?â
âEllie,â Dina says. âYou didnât even ask if Y/N wanted one.â
âSo?â She replies. âSheâs a big girl. If she wants another she can get it herself.â
You rolled your eyes. She always did this â talked about you as if you were the dumbest person to ever exist.
âIâm right here, Ellie.â You snap. âI can hear you.â
âI know.â Ellie says. âThatâs why I said it.â
âGuys, please.â Dina groans. âJust one night. One good night is all I ask.â
Jesse brings over more bottles. He cracks one open before handing it to you. Ellie stares at you, waiting for Jesse to hand out the rest before speaking.
âIt would be easier if I didnât have to look at her fuckinâ face all night.â
You scoffed. âYou know, youâre really cocky for someone who lives in a fucking garage.â
âYouâre lucky I even let your ass in this garage.â Ellie mutters. âProbably tracked in a shitton of dirt.â
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â You ask abruptly.
Dina rubs her temples. âGuysââ
âYou that stupid?â She questions. âIt means Iâm gonna have to sweep once you leave. Donât want your germs gettinâ on my shit.â
âFuck this. Nope. Not doing this.â Dina says, getting up from the floor. She whips around to face you and Ellie.
âI have tried to ignore the two of you in hopes of having a good time. I have begged you to get along for once. But clearly, none of itâs fucking working!â She throws her hands up. âIâm done. Seriously â come on, Jesse, weâre leaving.â
Jesse thinks for a moment, then shrugs. He begins walking towards the door with his beer in hand.
âWait, what?â Ellie asks.
âYou guys are gonna sit here and sort this shit out.â She says, throwing on her coat. âUntil then, me and Jesse are going somewhere else.â
âYou canât be serious.â
âDinaââ
âDonât wanna hear it.â She states as Jesse opens the door for her. âThe two of you are smart, figure it out. You can come find us when youâre done.â
âSee you,â Is all Jesse says, before pulling the door shut.
You and Ellie look straight ahead.
What the fuck.
Heat rushed to your cheeks. You didnât know what to do. Dina was obviously pissed, but being left alone with Ellie was the last thing you wanted.
Itâs as if she could read your mind.
âGet out.â
You raise your brows. âExcuse me?â
âThey left because you donât know when to shut your mouth,â She says. âAnd I donât wanna keep hearing it, so get out.â
Your previous desire to get up and walk out of the door suddenly disappears. You set your drink down.
âNo.â
âWhat?â
âYou donât like me? Great.â You say, kicking your feet back. âI donât like you either. But Iâm not gonna do what you say, when you say it, every single fucking time.â
âWow.â She takes a sip of beer. âYou know, you can be a real bitch sometimes.â
Your eyes flash over to the brunette in less than a second. But she doesnât budge. Just leans into the couch, legs spread.
âEllieââ You begin. âWhat the fuck is your problem with me?â
She smirks as if you said something funny.
âIâm serious. What the fuck is it?â You repeat, staring intently.
âAre you that dense?â She meets your gaze. âYour attitude. If you couldnât tell, you have a serious attitude problem. Should really get it checked out.â
It was your turn to laugh. âLike you donât have an attitude problem.â
âYeah, but thatâs me.â
âOh,â You nod sarcastically. âOkay. Sure, yeah. Because that makes sense.â
âSee? Again with the attitude.â
Silence fills the room as you bite your tongue. The fact that you felt the impulse to respond immediately kind of proved Ellieâs point.
It pissed you off that she was right. You did have a bit of an attitude problem with her. In your defense, she never leaves you alone. You get along just fine with everyone else.
You had given up. You were ready to just go home and tell Dina the truth later. But as you stand up, out of absolutely nowhere, Ellie says:
âIt sucks, âcause youâre hot. Itâs a shame youâve gotta act like such a fuckinâ brat.â
Were your ears deceiving you? Did Ellie fucking Williams just say that?
You laugh it off and shake your head. âYou are truly something else.â
âIâm being serious.â She replies. âYou could just sit there and look pretty. Donât know why you choose to be so damn annoying instead.â
âIt would be so nice if you just learned when to shut up, Ellie.â
âYou gonna make me?â She says, watching you. You sigh dramatically.
âDidnât think so.â
The way she was toying with you made your skin run hot. You werenât sure if she really meant what she said, or if she was just trying to get a rise out of you. Either way, her sweatpants and sports bra combo wasnât helping; you could feel yourself getting worked up.
âWhat are you getting at?â You blurt out. âWhat are you trying to do?â
âIâm not trying to do anything,â She murmurs, looking down then back up again. âAre you?â
You laugh harshly. âWhat the hell makes you think that?â
âYouâre an attention whore,â She answers. âIt wouldnât surprise me.â
The way âwhoreâ rolled off of her tongue was so incredibly casual. And yet, you enjoyed the fact that she was saying it to you. Pigs must be flying. There was no way this was happening.
âIâm not a whore,â You stated.
âOh?â She says coyly. âI didnât call you a whore, I called you an attention whore. But you were quick to argue, so now Iâm curious.â
You shift your weight to one leg. âIâm not gonna fuck you, Ellie.â
âYeah? Then why are you still here?â
You felt your neck and ears become incredibly hot. Ellie leans forward, pushing herself up from the couch and faces you.
âIâd be flattered if you said itâs âcause you like me as a person, but we both know thatâs not true.â
Her eyes were dazed and unwavering. It couldâve been the alcohol, but it also couldâve been the fact that your mini skirt had been riding up your thighs all night.
And as for you, you surprisingly werenât repulsed. In fact, you liked seeing Ellie like this. If you were sober you might have dipped already, but your legs were heavy and your panties started to feel very constrictive.
âI thinkâŚâ She begins walking closer. âThat you want the exact same thing. You just act like youâre too good for it.â
You could feel your inhibition weakening. You drunkenly stare up at her. âYou think Iâm not?â
âI know youâre not.â She takes another step. You go to step back, but your heel hits the wall.
âI donât blame Dina for trying, but we both know weâre not gonna make up.â Another step.
âNo?â You whisper.
âMm-mm.â Her nose was almost brushing up against yours, now.
The eye contact was unmatched. Ellie wasnât budging, and neither were you.
âI fucking hate what you do to me,â You whispered against her lips.
She smirks. âI fucking love it.â
Immediately, her lips are engulfing yours, with so much damn fervor and need. You curled your fingers in her hair, and tugged down hard. You didnât care if you hurt her â after all, she deserved it.
Ellie smiles into the kiss, pulling you in closer as a small grunt leaves her lips. Her legs cage you in against the wall as she forces her tongue into your mouth.
You hated her. You hated her. You hated her.
So how was it possible for her to make you feel so goddamn good?
Her hands begin grasping at the hem of your clothes with frustration.
âFuck, baby.â She moans. âTake this shit off.â
You were compliant at this point; you merely slid your hands under your shirt and did what she said. Ellie presses her head against your chin, whispering a few more curses as she looks at your exposed breasts.
âSo fucking hot,â She groans, pressing her lips to your neck. You whined out of pleasure as you pulled her hips closer to you.
âThis is so embarrassing.â You mumble, shutting your eyes.
âMm,â Ellie hums. âSeem to be handling it quite well, though.â
The brunette begins trailing her kisses downwards. You jump at the new sensation.
âEllieââ
âShh.â She murmurs, teething dangerously close to your nipple. âGotta focus.â
When she latches on, your head immediately falls back. Youâre practically speechless as she sucks and swirls her tongue around the hardened bud.
You wanted her to keep going, but you were worried. If Dina and Jesse caught you like thisâŚ
As for Ellie, she is absolutely shameless in the way sheâs going in on your tits. It was clear that she had wanted to do this for a very long time â she was just being a complete ass about it.
She pulls away with a hard âpopâ before looking up at you with her green eyes. âCome here,â She says, grabbing your waist and pulling you down with her.
You gasp as the two of you land on the couch. Her hand quickly finds the back of your neck as she kisses you again, bucking gently against you. A soft moan escapes your lips as you pull back.
âWhat if Dina and Jeââ
âY/N,â She whispers, pulling her shirt over her head. âIâm in front of you, and I wanna fuck you. Please just shut up for once. Alright?â
You blush, looking down at her chest. Her nipples were poking out, hard as rocks. âYouâre so fucking mean.â
âYouâre fucking mean,â She says, smirking. âDepriving me of this for so damn long.â
âDidnât think you wanted me,â You slur against her lips.
âYeah, well⌠you are pretty fuckinâ annoying.â She huffs, as you lean in to kiss her again. As the minutes pass, you find yourself rolling your hips against hers.
âMore,â You say quietly.
âHm?â
âWant more of you, Ellie.â You sighed, nudging your fingertips under her waistband. âPlease.â
She grins before sliding her sweatpants and underwear off. âOnly because you said please.â
When your fingers drag down against her clit, sheâs wet, and you absentmindedly moan. She sneers, staring up at you.
âWhat?â You ask.
âNothing, just⌠that was the sluttiest thing Iâve ever heard in my life.â
You hum against her skin, gently rubbing your thumb against her hood. âI could be sluttier.â
âOh yeah?â She responds, grazing her teeth against your jaw.
You drag your fingers from her pussy to your lips, gently engulfing them in your mouth. You keep your eyes on her as you suck her juices off, groaning at the sweet taste.
Ellieâs face becomes that of a pornstar. Her eyes are half-lidded, nearly rolling back as she stifles a moan.
âHoly fuck,â She says, biting down on her lip. Her gaze drops to your lower body, and she begins shoving the fabric of your skirt up.
âWhat are you doing?â You murmur, watching the skirt bunch around your waist.
âNot gonna waste anymore time,â She explains, tugging at your panties. âI fucking need this pussy.â
You help her remove the undergarment, letting it drop onto the floor. Her hands settle on your ass as you gently lift her leg, lining yourself up against her.
âFuck yes,â She whispers, watching carefully as you gently slot your cunt against hers.
Her cunt was soft, and incredibly slick and sticky. It takes you a moment to get the right angle before you begin to get a rhythm going.
Once you start speeding up, Ellie practically loses it. Sheâs breathing like she canât get enough air.
âFuck yes.â She repeats, bringing her hand down onto your ass with a hard slap. Her eyes are closed as she scrunches her brows in pleasure. âHoly fucking shit.â
âGod,â You moan, sloshing your pussy up against hers. âYouâre so wet, Ellie.â
The room becomes one filled with wet noises and moaning. Ellieâs hands are grabbing at everything â your ass, your tits, the couch. Sheâs in euphoria, seeing stars as she tries not to black out.
âGoddamn,â She mutters. âSo fucking good, baby. Doing so fucking good.â
You whimper at the praise, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening. Ellie had been your worst enemy for months, and here you were, bumping clits with her like a fucking slut.
âShitââ She grunts, pushing her head back. âIâm close, âm gonna cum.â
âAlready?â You joke. âThatâs quick, donât you think?â
She quickly opens her eyes and looks at you. âDonât.â
âDonât what?â You say slyly, slowing down ever so slightly.
She smacks your ass, hard. âDonât you fucking dare.â
You slow down even more, grinning proudly. âI donât know what youâre talking about, Ellie.â
âY/N, you better fucking finish me off.â
âBut⌠â You whisper in an innocent tone. âWeâre having so much fun, right?â
âI swear toââ She exhales vexedly before sinking her nails into your hips. âFuck it.â
She sits up, grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down so youâve switched places. Ellie props your leg up on her shoulder.
âWanna be a fucking brat? Hm?â She whispers, bringing herself down on your cunt harshly.
You moan in response, goosebumps beginning to form on your arms. You place your hands on her abs, pushing slightly in an attempt to get her to let up.
âEllie, âs too much.â You mewl, as she ruts her pussy against yours.
âShut up,â She mumbles. âYou can take it.â
She keeps you down as she fucks you, ramming herself against your cunt. The sloshing of your clits sends you into a spiral.
âOh my god, Ellie,â You murmur. âFeels so good.â
âYeah?â She grunts. âYou like this?â
You nod, but Ellie places a sharp slap on your boob.
âAnswer me.â
âY-Yeah,â You stammer, trying to grasp reality as the only thing going through your mind is how good her pussy feels on yours.
She uses her hand and grabs your chin, tilting your head up. âYou better not fucking cum until I do, you hear me?â
You nod again. âY-Yes, Ellie.â
The way Ellie scissors is ruthless. Sheâs concentrated, hair sticking to her forehead as she stares down at you. She watches the way your tits bounce as she fucks herself on you, watching as you beg her to slow down.
Her teeth clench as she nears her orgasm. She looks up at the ceiling before dropping her head back down.
âFuck, Iâm, shitâ âm getting close.â
âYeah?â You murmur.
âUh-huh.â You bring your hand up to her cheek as she maintains her rhythm.
âWanna cum with you, Ellie. Wanna cum all over your fucking pussy.â
âFuck,â She says through gritted teeth. âFuck yes. Keep talking, just like that.â
Ellie knew she wasnât very far off. But she figured sheâd make the most of it, in case this was the last time she got to see you like this.
âSo good, Ellie,â You say softly. âYour pussy feels so fuckinâ good.â
âYeah?â She exhales.
âMhm,â You murmur. âBest Iâve ever had.â
Ellieâs eyes roll into the back of her head, her moans becoming choppy. She gently holds your foot as she grinds her hips down faster.
As Ellie becomes wetter, you stiffen and feel your stomach tightening. You were getting really close, and she could feel it.
âY/N,â She says. âIâmââ
âMe tooââ Is all you can say, before drawling out into a moan. Ellie rides you deep into your high, breathing sporadically as she cums, herself.
For a second, the two of you barely move, merely catching your breaths. But eventually your leg starts cramping, and you slide it off her shoulder.
âHoly fuck.â You whisper. âI canât believe we just did that.â
âI can.â Ellie says, slowly hopping off of you.
âYouâre a liar.â
âHow?â She says, leaning against the opposite end of the couch. âIt was only a matter of time âtil I got into your pants.â
âOh,â You scoff. âSo it was easy?â
âIt was so easy.â She says, smiling. You look at the floor.
âShut up.â You grin, reaching over to grab your clothes. You slowly put them back on as she copies you.
âWanna go find Dina and Jesse now?â She questions, pulling her shirt over her head.
âI thought you said we couldnât,â You say. âSince we werenât gonna make up.â
âMm, âcause we didnât.â She states, cocking her head. âI need about three more rounds of this before we re-visit that topic.â
âOh, fuck off.â You giggle, tossing your jacket at her. She laughs, putting her hands up to shield herself as it hits her.
âIâm kinda serious though,â She says. âYou wanna give me head next time? OrâŚâ
You smooth your hair down. âIn your dreams, Williams.â
She looks around, contemplating for a moment. âDoes that mean I give you head instead?â
âEllie please shut up now.â
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hiii can i request a jace velaryon x reader where they are betrothed and jace is head over heels for her but she doesnât want to get married because she knows itâs a political marriage and she doesnât think jace likes her because he avoids her (not really âavoidsâ but tries to keep distance by ending convos quickly or not sitting next to her during mealtimes etc) due to his crush and being nervous around her.
ps. iâm so sorry for you loss, my cats are my babies so i am sending you an extra tight hug :(
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Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.
To say that you are excited about your engagement would be a lie.
Well, actually, at first you were, after all, every girl's dream was to marry a prince. But any fantasy of a loving marriage was put to rest with your fiancĂŠ's attitude.
Jacaerys Velaryon is not a bad man, he is not rude or treats you badly. But he clearly doesn't like you. Every time you try to have a conversation with the prince he finds a way to excuse himself to quickly end any interaction with you. When he arrives after you to the dining room and you smile at him giving him a clear invitation to sit next to you, you always end up disappointed because he is going to sit next to his brothers. But you never felt so humiliated as right now. You thought he would ask you to dance, you were sure he was watching you from the other side of the room and when you saw that Prince Aegon, King Viserys' son, gave him a push towards where you were sitting you thought it was to encourage him to ask you to dance, but when Jacaerys approached instead of offering you his hand he gave it to Baela, who was sitting next to you. You stared at your lap feeling deeply embarrassed and wishing to go home.
Maybe the problem was that Jacaerys wanted a Valyrian bride and instead, he had to settle for you, a noble girl without a dragon or violet eyes. But if that was the reason why Jacaerys wasn't even forcing himself to make this not just a political marriage then you thought he was a fool.
You wanted the party to end so you could go to your chambers and write to your mother to beg her to convince your father to break off the engagement. You didnât want to marry Jacaerys.
âWill you dance with me?â
You raised your eyes from your lap to see Aegon Targaryen, your fiancĂŠâs younger brother. You felt mortified, you must have been such a pitiful sight that the kid decided to take pity on you and put you out of your misery.
âIt would be an honor my princeâ You took a while to reply but Aegon never got nervous, in fact, he seemed sure that you wouldnât refuse him.
The little prince led you to the dance floor like a good gentleman and the two of you began to dance. You honestly thought that he would at least step on you by accident once but the truth is that he dances very well.
âMy brother can be quite a fool sometimes,â Aegon said, drawing your full attention, and if you werenât already so upset with Jacaerys, then you would have told him he shouldnât talk about his own brother like that. âI think he acts like that with you because you make him nervous.â
âThat sounds foolish,â you said, not allowing yourself to have any hope that your possible future brother-in-law is right.
âI told you, heâs a fool,â he said with a small smile before spinning you around.
You were shocked when you finished spinning and found that your new dance partner was none other than your headache: your fiancĂŠ. You tried hard not to feel anything when his hand took yours and his other hand placed itself on your hip.
âYou look beautiful,â Jacaerys said, surprising them both because he hadnât planned to say that out loud. âItâs not that you didnât look beautiful the other days, you always look beautiful,â he quickly clarified, afraid that he had offended you unintentionally when he saw that you remained silent.
You bit your lip, trying not to smile when you noticed his nerves. Maybe Prince Aegon was right.
âThank you, my prince. Itâs good to know that you donât displeasure me.â
âDispleasure me? âWhy would you think I displeasure you?â His pretty brown eyes looked at you distraught.
âBecause you donât spend time with me,â you answered obviously. âYou seem to prefer being anywhere than being with me. Itâs a miracle that youâre dancing with me right now.â There was no harshness in your tone but Jacaerys still felt embarrassed. âYou know your brother told me something interesting, Iâd like to know if heâs right or wrong,â you said, drawing the prince��s attention.
âWhat did Aegon say to you?â
âHe told me that I make you nervous and that's why you avoid me,â you replied cheekily and watched with delight as a slight blush appeared on his face upon being discovered.
âI am so sorry, my lady."I shouldn't have had such a shameful attitude,â he apologized, realizing that because of his nerves, he had given you the wrong idea. It had never been his intention to make you think he didnât like you.
âI will not accept your apology,â your words were like a slap to him and he couldnât help but tense up. You werenât even married and he already managed to upset you. âAt least until I see your change of attitude,â you declared and felt excited as you saw his eyes fill with determination. Suddenly he seemed to have gained confidence.
"I'll do it. I will reward you,â Jacaerys promised, determined to be a better fiancĂŠ and not disappoint you again. He wanted to lay the groundwork for a good marriage with you.
âI canât wait to see that,â you smiled, and he quickly returned your smile, feeling happy that you were willing to give him another chance.
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[4.4k] upon meeting their captain's new girlfriend, some of the devils are convinced there is something supernatural about her. others aren't. jack deems it his job to prove it.
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âShe is hiding something.â
Jonas watched the way Jack slumped onto the couch, wiggling his way between himself and Timo. He also watched the way Timo took a long sip from his beer, pretending like he hadnât heard what Jack just said despite the boy staring at him expectantly.Â
âWhoâs hiding something?â Jonas asked, despite knowing he would regret even opening his mouth. Which was confirmed even more when Jackâs head snapped around, a glint in his eyes that made Jonas a little uncomfortable.
âCapâs new girl.âÂ
Jonas blinked before raising brows. âYou mean the girl we just met for the first time half an hour ago?âÂ
âYes, her,â Jack confirmed with a nod, frowning. âGeez, you think Nico would two time someone? God, Siegs, heâs a Capricorn, not a monster.âÂ
Jonasâ nose scrunched. âI have not drunk enough for you to start talking nonsense. Whereâs Luke, I need a translator.â
Jack jabbed his side with his obscenely pointy elbows in response.
âOuch,â Jonas hissed.Â
âBut Iâm telling you,â Jack insisted, leaning back against the couch. âSheâs weird.âÂ
âDude,â Dawson muttered from the armchair beside them. âNot cool.âÂ
âYou literally donât know her,â Jonas pointed out. âAnd youâre also the last person to call someone weird.â
âNot like bad weird,â Jack huffed. âJustâŚsuspicious weird.âÂ
Timo groaned. âSomeone make him stop.â
âSuspicious weird?â Nate repeated, his brows raised like he was thoroughly amused by the whole conversation. âSuspicious how?âÂ
Jack lifted his chin. âSuspicious in the supernatural way.âÂ
Nate let out a boisterous laugh in response.
âJack,â Jonas sighed deeply, pressing his fingers against his temples like it would rid him of the thumping pain that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the boy next to him. âWhat in loving fuck are you talking about?â
âIgnore him,â Luke piped up as he appeared from thin air, moving around the gangle of stretched out legs before settling down on the armrest of Dawsonâs armchair. âHeâs been watching loads of Vampire Diaries right now. He is delusional.âÂ
âItâs a seasonal show,â Jack grumbled.
âItâs giving you stupid ideas,â Timo retorted. âWhat, you think Cap is shacking it up with some vampire chick?â
âWell, nobody said vampire. I havenât narrowed it down yet. Feels rude to assume, you know?â Jack said. âBut sheâs something.â
âSheâs Nicoâs girlfriend,â Jonas stated bluntly. âAnd this is probably why he waited so long to introduce her to us. Because youâre insane.â
âOr because she knows we will find out what sheâs hiding,â Jack insisted, his eyes narrowed at the scene across the room.Â
Jonas turned his head to catch a glimpse of what Jack was looking at, just to find Nico tucked away in the corner of the room with one arm around you. He kept you plastered to his side, a fond smile on his lips and a look of pure adoration in his eyes as he listened to you whisper something to him. It was a sweet sight, and very lacking in the supernatural aspect.Â
âOn the very slim chance she is,â Nate started.Â
Jonas groaned. âDonât encourage him.â
âWhat are you gonna do about it?â Nate finished, his eyes fixed on Jackâs pondering expression.
âWell,â Jack shrugged. âIâm his A. I gotta make sure heâs safe.âÂ
âHeâs a big boy, he can handle himself,â Timo waved him off.
âNot if sheâs a siren. Iâve seen what those things can doââ
âIn a TV show made over a decade ago.â
âShut up, Luke.â
âŚ
All in all, no one had given much thought into Jackâs insane theory.Â
Over the course of the next few weeks, there had been a few more interactions between you and the team but Jonas had assumed Jack had realised how delusional he was being and dropped it. That was his mistake for thinking Jack was anything close to self aware. But in Jonasâ humble opinion, every interaction with you had been completely normal and completely human.
And Jack had seemed to think so too until the Devils Family Skate Day came up.Â
âBig day, huh?â Nate teased as he walked into the locker room, giving Nico a playful nudge as he walked past his stall.Â
Nico lifted his head, brows furrowing together a little but he smiled nonetheless. âI mean, yeah, I guess.âÂ
Nate raised his brows. âWow, Cap, pretty sure you are meant to be a bit more hyped about your girl meeting your family for the first time. Your folks flew over, didnât they?âÂ
âWell, yeah,â Nico smiled but shrugged his shoulders. âBut uh, they arenât meeting her today.âÂ
Jonas paused what he was doing, somewhat surprised. âShe isnât coming today?â
Nico shook his head but Jack opened his mouth before he could say anything.Â
âWhat? How come? I thought you two were serious now,â Jack questioned, a weird glint in his eyes that Jonas didnât like the look of at all. âYou know, she hasnât been to any games either, has she? Is she not a hockey fan?âÂ
âStop interrogating,â Jonas grumbled.Â
âNo, she is but,â Nico paused, waving his hand like the motion meant something. âSheâs not feeling great today so she is staying home.âÂ
âSheâs sick?â Jack asked.Â
âProbably Nicoâs cooking,â Timo snorted. Â
âShe just feels a bitâŚuh, whatâs the wordâŚsensitive?â Nico answered, his brows furrowed together like he was thinking hard about his response. âSheâll be better for the dinner at Pallyâs house though, donât worry.âÂ
Jackâs face lit up. âThe dinner at Pallyâs?âÂ
Nico shot him a weird look. âYes, Jack, the one you know about too because youâre in the group chat.â
Jack didnât seem fazed. âThe one on Thursday?âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âThursday night?â
âIs there a joke Iâm missing?â Nico retorted but nodded. âYes, the one on Thursday night. Itâs nothing contagious, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
âOh, Iâm sure itâs not,â Jack responded, absolutely gleeful.Â
But Nico decided not to question it furtherâbecause he was a smart manâand instead continued to gear up before he made his way out onto the ice, stepping up as captain to be the first one on the ice for the cameras.
It took less than thirty seconds after Nico walked out before Jack broke.
âI fucking knew it!âÂ
Heads turned in the locker room, a mix of confused and baffled faces staring at the boy but it was Jonas who sighed deeply and took one for the team, instead of ignoring Jack like his conscience was telling him to do.Â
âKnew what?âÂ
âSheâs a vampire!âÂ
Jonas blinked. âExcuse me?âÂ
âCapâs girl!â Jack insisted, almost giddy in his seat. âSheâs a vampire!â
âI thought you didnât want to make any assumptions,â Jonas deadpanned.Â
âWell, Iâve assumed now and my assumption is right,â Jack replied, a little snotty when he did. âSheâs a vampire. Itâs so obvious.â
âI am gonna regret asking this but,â Jonas paused, taking a deep breath like he was preparing himself. âHow is it obvious?âÂ
Jack shot him a look. âDude.â
Jonas raised his brows in response.Â
âWe never see her during the day,â Jack stated, as if that made his way of thinking any clearer to Jonas.Â
âOh shit,â Nate murmured, nodding. âHughesy has a point.â
âNo, he does not. Stop encouraging this,â Jonas sighed before turning back to Jack. âWhat the fuck are you on about?âÂ
âHow many times have we met her?â Jack questioned, that odd glint in his eyes shining brighter than before. It was very disconcerting.Â
âUh, like five?âÂ
âUh huh,â Jack nodded, grinning. âAnd whatâs the common denominator with each of those meetings?âÂ
Jonas didnât bother to hide his surprise. âYou know what denominator means?âÂ
âShut up and answer the question.âÂ
Jonas huffed. âI donât know, you were watching her like a creep?âÂ
âObserving in the name of science,â Jack corrected before leaning over to smack Jonasâ arm. âDude, we only ever saw her at night. We have never met her during the day. Nico has only brought her for dinners.âÂ
Jonas blinked. âSo that makes her a vampire?âÂ
âNico said so himself!â Jack exclaimed. âHe said she was feeling sensitive!âÂ
âYou feel sensitive after one rum and coke,â Nate countered.Â
âLow blow, Bas.âÂ
âThis is ridiculous,â Jonas grumbled, shifting his attention back to lacing his skates and getting the rest of his gear on before one of the media staff came in to yell at them, âShe isnât a vampire, Jack. Drop it.â
âIâm gonna prove it.â
âPlease donât.â
âJust wait and see, Siegs.â
âŚ
Jackâs first attempt at proving that his assumption was correct actually happened at Pallyâs dinner that Thursday.Â
It was a laidback get-together, something to keep team morale high with not as much effort, considering hitting restaurants around Jersey wouldnât be the most relaxing or lowkey environment most of the team desired on their off days. Every once in a while, one of the older guys with the bigger houses offered their place up and everyone brought something for the table.Â
Jonas made the mistake of assuming Luke would keep his older brother in line.Â
Because Luke did not, in fact, keep his brother in line. If anything, half of the team were encouraging his snooping and theorising. Well, mostly Nate who kept sending Jack bullshit articles that Jonas was pretty sure were just Twilight fan websites.Â
âReady to eat dirt?â
Jonas frowned. âDonât tell me thatâs what you brought with you, Pallyâs kids are eating with us.âÂ
âIââ Jack sighed, shaking his head. âNo, I didnât bring dirt, Jonas. Itâs an expression. Iâm asking if you are ready to accept that you are wrong.â
âIs this about the vampire thing?â Jonas questioned.
âGlad to know you think there are multiple options of things I can prove you wrong on,â Jack retorted, grinning boyishly. âListen, this is foolproof. Trust me.â
Jonas did not trust him a single bit.Â
He also made the mistake of taking his eyes off Jack for longer than thirty secondsâto have a very nice conversation with Pallyâs wife about the lasagna dish she madeâwhen he realised the boy was heading straight towards where you and Nico were sitting on one of the couches in the living room.Â
âOh fuck,â Jonas muttered, his feet already moving in that direction.
âYou guys have to try this, itâs my motherâs recipe,â Jack announced as soon as he was in front of you both, extending the plate towards you and ripping the foil off the plate.Â
Nico blinked. âGarlic bread?âÂ
âYup,â Jack answered happily, popping the âpâ a little more because he was obnoxious like that.
âIt looks like garlic bread from the store,â Jonas commented, standing by Jackâs side with his hand on his elbow, like he was ready to yank the boy away.
âRude,â Jack sniffled. âItâs been passed down in my family for years.âÂ
Somewhere from the other couch, Luke snorted loudly.Â
âTry a bit,â Jack insisted, pushing the plate closer towards you. âItâll taste great with the lasagna. Promise.âÂ
You looked at the plate of garlic bread with weary eyes before flashing an apologetic smile. âIâll have to pass this time round, sorry.âÂ
Jack downright beamed in response. âIs that so?âÂ
âDonât want to eat anything too heavy,â you explained, lifting your plate to show the few appetisers you had nibbled on. âYouâll have to bring it to the next dinner though, it smells great.âÂ
âI am sure it does,â Jack grinned, not getting a chance to say much more before Jonas took pity on himself and Nicoâs discombobulated face, dragging the younger boy away from everyone else.Â
âGarlic? Really?â Jonas deadpanned once they were far enough away.
âTwo-zero, team vampire,â Jack said smugly, picking up a piece of garlic bread and taking a large bite from it. âJust admit Iâm right.â
âYou need help.âÂ
âŚ
The next attempt happened a week later.Â
You had finally managed to make it to a gameâa late game, much to Jackâs delightâand the excitement was clear on Nicoâs face. Along with the hint of nerves. But the boys were more focused on the shock of seeing Nico walking into the locker room in a fucking turtleneck.Â
âWhat?â
âWhat the fuck are you wearing?â Jesper managed to ask, considering the rest of the guys were staring at their captain like he had grown another head.
âItâs stylish,â Nico huffed, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers along the collar of his turtleneck. âThought Iâd switch it up from the shirt and ties.âÂ
Timo raised his brows in amusement. âDid your missus get it for you?âÂ
âWhy does that matter? I wanted to wear it,â Nico retorted.
Jack smacked Jonasâ thigh to gain his attention. âAha!âÂ
Jonas turned his head. âAha?âÂ
âAha!â Jack repeated, keeping his voice low as he watched Nico from the other side of the locker room. âYou know why heâs really wearing it, right?âÂ
âBecause he is whipped?â Nate supplied from the other stall beside Jonas.
âWell, maybe,â Jack murmured, shrugging his shoulders. âOr maybe because he is hiding something.âÂ
âYou need to get a hobby,â Jonas grumbled.Â
âLike what?â Nate questioned.
âA bite mark,â Jack whispered with wide eyes.
âShit, you think sheâs making Cap one of her own?â Nate murmured, letting out a breath of disbelief.Â
âOr she is feeding from him,â Jack added.
âYou both need to get a hobby,â Jonas decided, shoving both of them back to get ready for warmups.Â
For what itâs worth, none of them manage to catch a proper glimpse of Nicoâs neck before they leave the locker room or even after the game.
âŚ
During a small break between games where the boys were in Jersey for longer than three days, Nico had invited the whole team over for a housewarming party in his new placeâthe one he was sharing with you.
Jonas had mostly forgotten about the vampire nonsense because Jack hadnât brought it up in the last few weeks, most of the boys far more focused on the games as they approached the end of the year. They wanted the best chances running into the new year and into playoffs, they wanted to utilise these games whilst their bodies didnât feel too wrecked and tired.Â
It was his own mistake for assuming the season would preoccupy the boy enough to forget it completely.
âJust a heads up, you should probably babysit Jack tonight.â
Jonasâ shoulders tensed slightly as he turned to look at Dawson with a frown. âWhy? What is he planning?â
Dawson just flashed him a sheepish smile, shrugging before he quickly went to hide in the corner where Luke and Simon were sitting.Â
Jonas let out a deep sigh, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling like some higher being would explain how in loving fuck he managed to be the one to babysit Jackâs vampire shenanigans before he pushed himself off the couch he was sitting on. He gripped the beer bottle in his hand, wondering if it would be worth grabbing another bottle before he started his hunt.
All things considered, it didnât take long to find Jack considering the apartment itself wasnât very big. For a second, Jonas thought maybe Dawson was trying to wind him up (it would not be the first time Luke had put the boy up to it). Until he saw Jack thrusting a gift bag towards you.
âHere we go,â Jonas grumbled.
âOh, you didnât have to,â you said with a smile, looking so genuinely surprised and touched by Jackâs thoughtfulness.
âItâs just a little something,â Jack shrugged. âLiving with a hockey player and all that sweaty gear can be gross sometimes, I thought a candle would be something acceptable and useful.â
Jonas frowned at his wording.
âOh,â you let out a noise of surprise as you pulled the candle from the bag, blinking a few times too many. âThatâs really sweet of you. Iâll just go put this somewhere for safekeeping.â
âNonsense!â Jack grinned as he reached into the bag, pulling out a box of matches. âWe can light it now.â
You let out a slightly nervous laugh. âThereâs really no needââÂ
âPlus thereâs a high chance someone will set their clothes on fire if we have an open flame,â Jonas jumped in, pausing for a moment before he frowned. âAgain.â
âYou could barely notice,â Jack scoffed.
âJesper had no pants for the rest of the night,â Jonas retorted before flashing you a smile. âYou should probably hide the matches too.â
âOn it,â you said with a smile, rushing out the room like you couldnât leave fast enough.
Jonas shifted his attention to the younger boy. âReally?â
âVampires hate fire,â Jack explained with a casual shrug. âSheâs just proving that Iâm right.âÂ
âYou are proving shit,â Jonas grumbled in response, shaking his head. âStop scaring the poor girl before she gets a restraining order on you.â
âYou know Iâm right!âÂ
âI literally canât think of something I disagree with more.âÂ
âŚ
Jack Hughes was determined to prove that his captain was dating a vampire.Â
He wasnât likeâŚanti-supernatural or anything like that. He just couldnât quite seem to understand how some of his other teammates (or well, mostly Jonas) couldnât see the obvious signs. He didnât understand how those signs could be so easily ignored.Â
Jack wasnât against vampires by any means, but he watched enough movies and shows to know that not all of them were friendly. He just wanted to make sure you were one of the good ones. Surely, Jonas could see that.Â
But instead, Jack found himself trying to prove you were a vampire to Jonas rather than figure out if you were one of the good ones.
In Jackâs humble opinion, the daylight coincidences, the garlic bread situation, the turtleneck fiasco and the candle incident were more than enough to prove his point. There were too many instances where the clues pointed to the obvious for Jack to ignore.Â
Jonas seemed to think otherwise.Â
And if he was being honest, Jack was tired of the constant doubt. If Jonas wanted proof, then Jack was going to give him proof he couldnât deny with one of the most well-known facts about vampires.Â
They do not show up in photographs.Â
It was an old legend, possibly a myth, but one that Jack was banking on being true just to shove it in Jonasâ faceâfor purely selfish reasons. He had even gone as far as buying an old polaroid camera, gripping the device in his hands as he wandered around Curtisâ house, hoping to find the couple for a quick photo.Â
It was New Years, the house was full of people Jack both knew and had never met before in his life and he was thoroughly buzzed from the countless glasses of champagne that had been shoved in his hands since he walked through the door.Â
So obviously he was in the perfect condition to expose a vampire.Â
Jack stumbled his way up the stairs, muttering a soft âfuckâ under his breath when he almost dropped the camera. The music was a little more muffled upstairs, the party a distant thought as he began walking around in hopes of finding you and Nico.Â
He was passing by one of the guest rooms when he heard muffled voices and quickly skidded to a stop. He pressed his ear against the door, only to pause when he saw it was slightly ajar. And against his better judgement, he found himself peaking through the small crack.Â
Nico was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head hanging as he seemed far more interested in the carpet than anything else. You were stood between his legs, your lips turned downwards as you let out a sigh.Â
âCâmon, say it again.âÂ
âI donât wanna.âÂ
âNico,â you said in a pointed voice, running your hands through his hair before tugging his head back. You tilted your head, watching him closely before he spoke. âSay it again.âÂ
âIâm your boyfriend and you love me,â Nico murmured.
You raised your brows. âSay it like you mean it.â
Nico huffed out a small laugh but his eyes didnât look away from you. âIâm your boyfriend and you love me.â
âAtta boy,â you grinned in response.Â
However, the moment was ruined by the sound of Jack dropping the camera. Both of your heads snapped around and Jackâs feet didnât seem to catch the memo to move before he landed flat on his ass, surrounded by pieces of his camera that were completely shattered.Â
âJack?â
Jack let out a shriek, lifting his hands over his head whilst the words tumbled past his drunken lips before he could stop himself. âPlease donât suck my blood!âÂ
You stood in the doorway, staring at the boy with a confused frown. âWhat?âÂ
âIâm sorry! I didnât see you compel him! Donât eat me!â Jack continued to ramble, his eyes clenched shut like he was waiting for a hit he knew was already coming, like he was prepared for it.
Nico shifted to stand behind you, also frowning down at Jack. âCompel what?âÂ
Jack slowly blinked his eyes open to find you both staring down at him with mixed expressions of amusement and concern. He gulped, his logic and common sense thrown out the window in his inebriated state.Â
âUh, her,â Jack stated dumbly as he glanced at you. âShe compelled you.â
You blinked. âI what?âÂ
âBecause youâre a vampire,â Jack said, a little bolder than before.Â
Your lips parted. âIâm a what?âÂ
âJack,â Nico sighed, all captainy and authoritative in a way that made Jack squirm a little in his seat, like he disappointed someone he shouldnât have. âWhy would you think my girlfriend is a vampire?âÂ
âBecause it was obvious!â Jack insisted, scrambling to finally stand upâwith the help of Nico reaching out to balance him when he began to sway.Â
Nico, who now looked more amused than disappointed, only raised his brows in response. âAnd how was it obvious?âÂ
âWe never saw her during the day!â Jack blurted out. âIt was always at dinners or other night events. Never during the day.â
âJack,â you said in a soft voice. âI work during the day. I donât get off until six, and thatâs on early days.âÂ
âOh,â Jack murmured with a frown. âWhat about the garlic?â
âYou mean the day you tried to shove store bought garlic bread in our faces?â Nico mused, shaking his head. âI told you she wasnât feeling well. The garlic bread was too heavy, it wouldâve upset her stomach.â
âAnd Iâd rather not puke all over my boyfriendâs teammateâs house the first time Iâm invited,â you added with a snort.
âThe turtleneck?â Jack questioned.
âLike I said, a fashion choice,â Nico huffed, but his cheeks burned a little as he quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead. âAnd I loved the turtleneck, baby. One of my favourite outfits.â
You snorted in response.Â
âWhat about the candle?â Jack insisted, his brows furrowing together. âYou were so against me lighting it!âÂ
âBecause Iâm just sensitive to most smells,â you explained with a sheepish smile. âMost candles give me a headache but I didnât want to hurt your feelings because it was very thoughtful.â
âOh,â Jack repeated, feeling stupid for what felt like the millionth time in the last few minutes.
âItâs sweet that you were so concerned about Nico dating a vampire that you did all of this,â you added, giving his shoulder a soft squeeze. âEven if you did just wreck your camera.âÂ
âDonât worry about it,â Jack murmured, his cheeks burning hot and pink.Â
âAnything else you wanna get off your chest?â Nico questioned, watching as the boy blushed even moreâif that was even possible.
âMaybe donât mention this to Jonas?âÂ
Nicoâs lips twitched. âMy lips are sealed.âÂ
âOkay, good,â Jack nodded, swallowing harshly. âNow, if you excuse me, I need to go either sober up or get even more drunk.âÂ
You snorted in response.
âSorry once again,â Jack added with a sheepish smile.
You waved him off. âWater under the bridge, Hughes.âÂ
This was definitely something Jonas would never let him forget when he found out.
âŚ
âBe honest: was that your attempt of causing a distraction so I would forget why we came up here?âÂ
Nico couldnât help but let out a laugh as he turned his head to look at you, smiling fondly when he found you already grinning back at him. He shook his head, winding his arms around your waist to tug you closer once he was sure Jack had disappeared back downstairs where the party was.
âYou think I had anything to do with that?â Nico teased. âPlease, I would know better.â
Your nose scrunched up a little. âI mean, a vampire? Come on!âÂ
âYou would make the cutest vampire ever,â Nico said, laughing when you pinched his hip in retaliation. âKidding, baby, I would never think you were one of those bloodsuckers.âÂ
âDamn right,â you huffed before your gaze softened. âSeriously though, before all the Jack stuff, you know itâs true, right? I love you and nothing will change that.âÂ
âEven your parents prefer your ex-boyfriend over a âmeasly humanâ?â Nico questioned, trying and failing to keep his voice lighthearted and playful as he repeated your parentsâ hurtful words.
âNico, baby,â you lifted your hands to cup his face, your voice honest and genuine as you spoke. âYouâre it for me. I donât care what anyone says, whether it's my parents being disapproving of me dating a human or your teammates thinking Iâm a vampire. I want to be with you, no matter what. Itâs you and me, Hischier.âÂ
Nico didnât even bother to bite back the grin taking over his face as he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours and letting the tension slip away from his shoulders. âYou and me,â he murmured between kisses.Â
âEven if I was a bloodsucker?â You teased, something in your chest tightening at the way he smiled against your lips.
âEven then,â Nico mused before pulling away, a completely fond expression on his face. âLucky for me, my girlfriend is way too pretty to be a bloodsucker.âÂ
You raised your brows. âButtering me up, Hishcier?âÂ
âJust stating the truth,â Nico shrugged, still smiling down at you. âI always thought the werewolves were way cooler when Jack made me watch Twilight.âÂ
You snorted, shaking your head. âIâm much cooler than those wolves.âÂ
âMuch cuter too,â Nico added, pressing his lips to the crown of your head and beaming when your eyes flashed yellow in response, something like a pleased purr leaving your lips when he pulled you closer.
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cedar | spencer reid
summary; breaking up on good terms and remaining friends is difficult, especially when you and spencer work together, its even harder when your life is put at risk and spencer is faced the possibility that he might really lose you.
warnings; exes who cannot stay exes, angst, fluff, they flirt w each other, fem reader, mentions of being stabbed, all cm minds things, happy ending, avoidant!reader, self sabotaging reader. BUT THERES SOOO MUCH FLUFF GUYS, they flirt and banter so much, reader is sarcastic and very playful, shes lowkey lorelai gilmore coded a little idk
an; cedar is my song. i love cedar, i love gracie abrams. thank u and goodnight. not proof read bc if i read it i probably wont post it. thank u so very muchly to @gghostwriter for all the advice on this fic and letting me yap about it.
âBreaking up is funny, I forget you aren't mine, I forget you aren't mine. It's impossible to acclimate, every time we talk, we understate, how I know we both could die, we both could die. But you told me that you felt the same, when I told you how I needed space, but I think it was a lie, it was a lieâ
âYou know pointing is rude.â You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as you leant back in your chair. The room went silent as everyone turned their gaze to look at you. Was the timing of your statement the best? No, did you care? Also no. Hotch was in the middle of going on the details of the case you had traveled out to Louisiana for, he was pointing at the screen and the thought just slipped passed your lips before you could help it.
Spencer turned his gaze to you, eyebrow rasied, âDo you ever think before you speak?â He asked. Your lips parted before shutting again, then you let out an amused huff and shook your head, lips pulling into a half teasing smile.
âIf I did that Iâd lose my sense of humourâ you all would be miserably bored.â You sighed back, the smiling pulling further on your lips as the messy haired brunette sitting opposite you raised his eyebrow further and let out a half heartedâ almost sarcastic chuckle in return.
He tilted his head slightly, âHumour? Is that what we are calling it?â He asked. You nodded instantly, a wide, half proud smile taking over your features. He hummed, clearly amused.
âWhy is pointing rude?â JJ spoke up, your eyes widened in almost excitement to be able to talk about why the thought had crossed your mind in the first place.
âWell when you point you kill all the fairies.â You replied, matter-of- factually. You knew it was technically silly but it was a sweet childish thought that had been engraved in your mind since you were younger and you heard it from a distant relative, probably as a way to you from stop pointing at someone (because that was rude but explaining that to a five year old would be useless so they settled on something more interesting for an adolescent)
Spencer let out an audible laugh, âYou are a child.â He said, almost teasingly.
Your head turned away from JJâs to meet his eyes, this time you sat up a little straighter, âWhat does that make you?â You teased back, raising your eyebrow at him.
Seemingly, that made his lips part then close, and he resigned, yet there was still a slightly amused smile on his lips, which he bit his lip to try to hide, as he turned his attention away, making your smile only widen as you settled back in place, slumped against your chair as you turned your attention back to Hotch. who was standing arms crossed, clearly unamused by the interruption.
You however just smiled widely at him, âYou may continue now. Without pointing, donât be a fairy murder.â You huffed out. Hotch stared at you for a moment, no emotion evident over his features before he shook his head, turning his attention back to the case at hand.
Your eyes caught Spencerâs for a moment. In those moments it was increasingly difficult to remember you werenât together, it was further difficult to remember why you had broken up in the first place. The way you interacted, the looking for one another in a crowded room, the soft touches and the teasing taunts went against every breakup âruleâ
The breakup wasnât messy. Not really, Not at all. It wasnât mean, there was no big argument, no mind changer, no feelings lost, it just.. happened. It started when you had admitted to Spencer you were getting overwhelmed with the fast pace of your relationship, and he agreed he was too. You both agreed to take space, time, to reevaluate on what you both needed at this point in time.
When the conversation finally happened, you told him you thought it would be better to end things now, while everything is good so theres no chance of things going bad. You explained your reasoning by saying you didnât want to lose your friendship with him if that feeling in your chest never went away, you didnât want things to be awkward at work.
He had agreed, and it was mutual. You both mutually agreed to end things out of the fear of things ending.
It had been a month since the breakup, there was no awkward phase between you two. There was no tension, bitterness. It instantly fell into the same rhythm that had always been there, playfulness, teasing, lingering glances. The only difference was now he didnât steal kisses to cut off one of your dramatic rambles, or wrap his arms around your waist at the end of the work day to signal he was ready to go.
You hadnât decided yet, if the breakup was the right thing to do, if keeping this close knit bond with Spencer stumped any chance of you moving on â not that you planned to right now.
The breakup wasnât messy, but everything after, everything now and everything in your head was.
âSpencerâ You poked at his arm as you approached where he was standing, leaning over a desk reading over something, you werenât sure what it was, you didnât really care. He didnât look at you as he let out a hum of acknowledgment, making you smile. âSpencerâ You repeated, poking his arm again, and then again, until he turned his head to look at you.
His raised eyebrow and the way his lips pulled into a tight thin line showed he was unamused, not annoyed. You smiled widely at him, âYouâre in my way.â You said, something you could have told him when he was half paying attention, but that took all the fun out of it.
He stared at you blankly for a moment, before crossing his arms over his chest, leaning his body against the desk further, turning towards you. Which only further blocked your path. âThats unfortunate.â He sighed, you squinted at him slightly.
âCan you move.â You huffed. No longer amused because it was less amusing when he was amused as well. Maybe that was silly but you couldnât help it.
He raised an eyebrow, pretending to think about it for a moment, before looking back at you. You glared at him, crossing his arms over your chest before he spoke. âWhats the magic word?â He mumbled, tone laced with faux seriousness.
A huff left your lips, as you glared up at him, squinting your eyes slightly, âChivalry is dead?â You suggested sarcastically.
He grinned, âNo. And thatâs a sentence. I said magic wordâ
âYou know what? I will just go the other way.â You decided, turning on your heels to walk away. A laugh left his lips as he reached out to grab your wrist, stopping you from getting too far, he dragged you back to stand in front of him.
âStubborn.â He mumbled, shaking his head as he looked down at you, you returned the gaze, tilting your head slightly as you looked up at him, trying to keep the smile threatening to make way onto your face.
âYou just noticed?â You replied in the same tone. Although you knew he had known this for a while, he never failed to mention how stubborn you were throughout your relationship, whether it was playful or in the middle of an argument, he constantly reminded you just how stubborn you were.
He shook his head, not bothering to hide the amusement on his face. âNo, No. Trust me you make it very known.â He said, emphasising his words to make it clear that not only he, but everyone was aware of your stubbornness.
You smiled, âBeing stubborn isnât a bad thing, you know.â You mumbled, gently pulling your wrist away from his hold, not because you didnât enjoy the touch but more-so because you felt an undying urge to cross your arms.
He hummed, looking down at you, âI didnât say it was.â
You tilted your head, the same entertained look in your eye that mirrored his, âYou inferred it.â You said, matter-of-factually, although he didnât, not really. He actually didnât give any hint to what he meant by his words, but you were okay with that. It kept things lighthearted, easy.
âYou assumed.â He said in the same tone. âI didnât infer anything, I simply made an observation.â He said, raising his eyebrow as if he was trying to figure out how you were going to find a way to reply â he assumed something witty, dramatic.
âCan you observe from elsewhere.. youâre still in my wayâ
He let out an amused laugh, âIm still waiting on that magic wordâ He said, clearly enjoying this and the light hearted banter between the two of you.
You rolled your eyes, in a huff of frustration you ramble, âYou are creating a hostile work environment. I feel unsafe. I feel targeted and threatened. How do you feel about yourself, after treating me such a way? You are a horrible evil person. Im going to take this to corporate.â You babbled off into a dramatic tangent which only furthered Spencerâs amusement of the current situation.
âI feel pretty great actually.â He shrugged, you glared at him, staying in place for a moment to see if he would move, he didnât, instead he continued smirking slightly. You groaned dramatically before turning on your heels and walking away. You could hear his laughter as you walked around the opposite direction to get where you wanted to go in the first place.
âI hate when my job actually requires me to do my job.â You huffed out, shaking your head as you tightened the straps of your vest. It wasnât true, you loved your job, you loved what you did and that wasnât a question. It was just the dramatics and the emphasis on how tired you were today, although that didnât stop killers from killing, or kidnappers from kidnapping.
Unfortunately this case was particularly tough, it had taken an abundance of days to just figure out the victimology and connection because of how random the killings were, then it took another day to figure out the MO, then the profile was completed, then the next day, today, you had finally gotten the location of where the unsub was keeping his victims.
âYeah, Such a struggle, poor youâ Spencer mumbled out as he came up behind you, readjusting the straps on the back of your vest to make sure it was on properly, his voice was laced with tease, you just hummed in acknowledgment.
âMake sure youâre careful, and cautious.â Hotch reminded you. You didnât think much of it at the time, it was the same reminder as always when catching an unsub, donât do anything unnecessarily dangerous, donât split up unless necessary, donât put yourself in a situation that you cant get yourself out of, the words you had heard probably a million times.
You wished you paid closer attention this time.
You and Spencer walked through the house, it had an ominous feel to it, the air in the house was colder than outside, and it wasnât a particularly warm day â but it wasnât the temperature that made the house feel as cold as it did.
Instead it was the guttual sobs you heard from underneath the floorboards that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand, and goosebumps to line your arms. They werenât sobs of pain, instead just ache, a cry so loud begging for someone to hear. Before that you were about to whisper a stupid joke to Spencer, now you felt as if you couldnât breath.
âStay here.â He whispered to you. There was something unfamiliar about the look in his eyes and any wit you could muster up was thrown out the window at the sound of his voice. It was a stupid request, you couldnât just stay here in the hallway while he wandered around. You had a job to do.
When he turned the corner, gun pointed protectively, his movements were calculated and careful, every step he took he knew what he was doing, You thought you did too. The first step you took was quiet and your gun was pointed, your finger hovering over the trigger.
Spencer moved towards the sound of the sobs, you moved towards the living room, trying to clear the downstairs area of the house. There was a pull in your stomach for a number of seconds, a twist of anxiety you pushed to the side to focus on the matter at hand.
That didnât last. Ignoring the feeling in your stomach turned into gasping at the feeling. A gasp of pain leaving your parted lips as you stumbled forward, the gun left your hand and hit the ground, the sound of the contact blurring as a ringing swindling sound took over your sense of hearing.
You were stabbed. You could feel the metal, more than you wanted to admit, you could feel the way it pressed into your skin, the coldness of it against the warmth of you. A sob of pain left your lips before you could help it. There was someone holding you, wrapping a tight arm around your chest and a hand over your mouth to silence your cry.
The arms werenât comforting, in any sort of way. They were too tight, too suffocating for the lack of air you were able to breath in between the hand covering your mouth and the pain in your stomach, you wished adrenaline would kick in but it seemed to dwindle out as your head spun, then the knife was ripped away from your stomach.
That hurt.
More than it did when it first went in.
Then you were released from the mans arms and your body collapsed in pain, eyes squeezing shut as your hands scrambled to press against the open wound now bleeding out. You didnât know where the unsub was, you didnât hear footsteps, you didnât really hear anything. Everything seemed blurry, not your sight so much since your eyes were squeezed shut but you could feel your mind blurring with every second that passed, any first aid training you had learnt flew out the window.
You missed it at first, the sound of the door opening, the sound of back up coming in, Derek, Emily. They were in the house now but not in the living room, not where you were lying on the floor in a helpless pool of your own blood. You wanted to yell out, or sob but every sound got stuck in your throat.
Then you felt a larger hand pressing on top of yours, placing more pressure against the wound than your tired arms had allowed, you made out frantic talking but nothing your half conscious mind could string together coherently. It didnât matter, you could recognise the roughness of the gentle hand anywhere.
âSpencerâ You gasped out, panting.
Had you been holding your breath? You didnât remember but you knew breathing was getting more and more difficult.
His hand pressed against yours, other hand coming to brush hairs out of your face. âIm here. Can you open your eyes for me?â He almost begged, his voice gentle and reassuring and laced with panic even though he tried his hardest to remain calm for your sake.
You didnât reply, only letting out strangled gasps for air, eyes remaining shut, squeezed tightly, as if the harder you squeezed them shut, the more your pain decreased. Unfortunately thats not how anatomy works.
âOpen your eyes for me angel, look at me.â He now did beg. If you were conscious you wouldâve given him a look for the use of the term of endearment in your current broken up state, but you could hardly process anything else he was saying, and you were bleeding out so there was clearly more important things.
You struggled, but after a moment peeled your eyes open to look at him. Vision was blurry and fading in and out even few seconds even when your eyes remained open, you couldnât make out his features, you couldnât see the tears he was trying to hold back. God you wished you could see his face.
âGood, thats good. Keep looking at me, Okay? Weâre getting you help, youâre gonna be okayâ He reassured but it was more of a slight reassurance for himself, trying to convince himself as such. His voice became a ringing in your ears, along with every other sound around you.
âWh- Where- Isââ You words came out mumbled, muffled by gasps for air and whimpers of pain. âHe.â You finished, trying to keep your eyes open, trying to focus, trying to stay alive.
Spencer spluttered for a moment because he didnât knowâ He had no idea. Whether the unsub was right behind him or whether they were being taken into custody by Derek or Emily, whether he was lying dead on the floor somewhere. Spencer didnât know. He couldnât. How could he focus on anything else?
âI donât knowâ He said.
âGo awayâ You mumbled, eyes now fluttering closed, even in the state of half consciousness you knew Spencer was still in danger, more danger by keeping his back to his surroundings and his focus on you. That was putting himself in an unnecessarily dangerous situation.
He shook his head. âIm not going anywhere. Keep your eyes open.â He repeated.
âSpencerâ You huffed out a breath of air, your eyes remaining closed because you were so tired. âGo. You- You arenâtâ You arenât my boyfriend anymoreâ You huffed out the words that came across way harsher than what you intended them, âStaying- With.. Me isnât your.. Responsibiltyâ Your words came out laboured along with the way your chest rose and fell, the breaths that left your lips.
âDonât say that. Open your eyes.â He shook his head as his other hand trailed down to your neck, fingers pressing against your pulse point. You couldnât feel it, every part of you and every inch of his touch felt like a lingering sensation over the numbness of your body, your eyes remained shut.
âIf i dieâ You huffed out, your voice quieter, more rushed as you tried to get more air in, âPleaseâ You started before you let out a gentle sob, not of pain, you werenât in pain, not anymore. âPlease donât let them use a badâ photo of me.. at..- my funeralâ
It was the most you things to say before you stopped replying, before your body tensed slightly. To joke, to be playful at a time like this. Spencer wondered if it was an attempt to calm him down, to relax his mind a little bit, to sooth the ache in his soul with the wit that was unforgettably you.
The cream coloured walls seemed taunting, they were warmly lit, contrasting how cold the space felt, how daunting it was. There was different people scattered around, some crying, and grieving, some reading newspapers, others celebrating. There was really no contrast of emotions quite like a hospital waiting room.
âShe just got out of surgery. Shes in the ICU.â Hotch said as he stood in front of the few members of the team that were sitting by waiting. Everyone wanted to stay at the hospital and wait throughout the time of your lengthy surgery, not everybody could.
âIs she okay?â Emily asked, sitting up a little straighter as Hotch spoke, Spencer remained silent in place, every part of his body relying on the ache in his chest to keep his heart beating. He didnât know if he could form words even if he wanted to, he didnât know if he could speak without his voice breaking.
Hotch was silent for a moment, which caused Spencerâs head to snap towards him in nothing but pure dread. Hotch realised and shook his head. âShesâ Shes fine. Shes alive. Shes still asleep, they said it could be a few hours before she wakes up. The surgery went fine - She will be okayâ Hotch sounded relived as his spoke, an unfamiliar sense of emotion in his voice.
âCan I see her?â Spencer spoke urgently before he had even fully understood what he was saying. If he had thought about it for a moment more, he wouldnât have bothered asking. He wasnât oblivious to the inner workings of a hospital. ICU. Family members only.
Hotch seemed to know that Spencer already knew what the answer was, âReid..â It came out regretful, apologetic, empathetic. Spencer didnât reply, instead re-slumped back in his seat in defeat.
There was hours. Hours before you were awake. In those hours Spencer was nothing short of a mess. He tried to work, reading over case files, trying to summarise what had happened and then the memory of your blood painting his hands came back and he was left in a state of overwhelming thought.
âYou alright, pretty boy?â Derek asked, despite the playfulness of his words, his tone was serious. It wasnât a secret how much you meant to Spencer, it wasnât a secret how much he cared about you. Spencer looked up from the hospital seat, the room had grown more absent of life as the hours passed, families came and went, the crying stopped and started again, the celebrations happened and passed. Yet spencer never stopped feeling so lost.
He shook his head, saying he was fine would be a lost cause to the knowingness of his best friend, and his current state. He was so evidently not all right that saying so would be humorous. His cheeks were flushed, hair a mess from the amount of times he had run his hand through it, tugged on the strands stressfully.
âYou know what she said to me?â Spencer mumbled out as he pulled his gaze away to look at his fiddling hands, âShe was laying on the floor, dying, and she told me to go away because I wasnât her boyfriend anymoreâ Spencer huffed out the memory.
Derek sighed, taking a seat next to the mess of his best friend. âI donât think she meant it like that. The situation was still dangerous and you were putting yourself at risk.â Derek said. Spencer wanted to cry.
âI knowâ I know. She said âitâs not your responsibility to stay with me anymoreâ â I donâtâ I canâtââ Spencer couldnât articulate the emotions swamping his mind. Everything was overwhelming, every time he closed his eyes he saw you on the floor in a puddle of deep red blood, anytime his fingers remained still for too long it was like he could still feel your pulse running flat against them.
âBreathe.â Derek reminded as Spencer got himself worked up.
âI lost herâ I lost her.â Spencer shook his head as the words came out, his hands pulling to his face to rub over his eyes, maybe as to hide the way theyâd begun to water, maybe to feel anything besides the heat of his cheeks.
Derek sat up a little straighter to rub Spencerâs shoulder, âShes okay. They said she will be fine. They just want to look over her for a while. She was in a tough surgery, I donât know much about hospitals but Iâm pretty sure being in the ICU means shes getting all the care she needs to recover better, and faster.â Derek tried to comfort.
âIts- No- I already lost her Derek. I was an idiot and I didnât say anything â I didnât say anything because I was scared of losing her and i lost her anyways.â He rambled, an overwhelming force of regret lingering in every word he gasped out.
âYour breakup? I thought that was mutual?â Derek furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Spencer wanted to laugh, because technically it was. Technically they had both agreed, technically this is what he wanted as well.
He just wanted you.
âShe wanted spaceâ I thought.. I thought everything would be okay. Then she suggested we break up while things are still good enough for us to end on good terms and be friends. I just â I didnât want to lose her; I wanted her to be happy and in my life so I didnât say anything.. I- I settled for being friends because it meant â I thought it meant i still had herâ Spencer was a mess and it was evident in the stammer of his words in the midst of his ramble.
âYou donât think you do?â Derek asked, Spencer shook his head as he brought his hand down to rub gently over his chin and bottom lip, a shaky breath leaving his lipâs. âI think you do.. I mean everyone does. You two still act like youâre together.â Derek said, furrowing his eyebrows.
Spencer sighed, âThats justâ Thats how it was before we started dating. Sometimes it feelâs like we are still together.â Spencer mumbled, Derek opened his mouth to speak, but Spencer cut him off. âShes going to wake up, alone. Her family is in a different state and Iâm not allowed to see her? I- This is bullshit.â
âJust say youâre her husbandâ Emily said, catching both of the boys off guard, they hadnât heard her approaching. Spencer lifted his gaze from the ground to look at her, eyebrows furrowed. Any other time, if it was for any other person he would probably go over how that went against so many rules, but he couldnât find himself caring.
Not when it came to you.
He broke protocol. He wondered how many times that had happened today as he sat beside you, his hand on of yours, thumb gently running over your knuckles as you laid still unconscious on the bed. He paid attention to the beeping of the machine, the rhythm of your heartbeat, making sure it stayed consistent like his life depended on it â like your life depended on it.
You mumbled something, causing his gaze to break away from the screen to your face, watching it twist slightly. Your eyes remaining closed, then your hand twisted to interlink your fingers with his. You were evidently in pain.
âHey- Hey donât move too much. Do you want me to get your nurse? They can give you some different medsâ Spencer ushered gently, leaning closer to the bed as you stirred awake. He wasnât sure if your lengthy amount of time spent unconscious was purely because of the antiseptic leaving your system or also the need for sleep but he was glad you were awake.
âNoâ You rasped out. Whatever medicine they had been pumping you with since you got out of surgery did its job. You werenât necessarily in pain, just uncomfortable. Even with your eyes closed you could feel the brightness of the white hospital lights. You knew where you were.
Spencer squeezed your hand gently, making you now very aware that he was holding your hand. âWhat the fuck happened?â You huffed out, voice groggy and full of confusion. You knew where you were, you knew it was something that happened on the case, you knew you were stabbed, but everything after the knife made contact with your abdomen was a blur in your memory.
âYou were stabbed.â He stated. You opened your eyes to glare at him, âYeah- Spencer, no shit.â You shook your head, he smiled. âI justâ Is everyone else okay?â You asked.
He nodded. Derek and Emily had saved all the victims and the unsub was in custody, he explained that to you softly, mapping out every detail so you could make it out enough in your mind to satisfy your need to know what was going on.
âNext time can you tell him to do better? This bed sucksâ You referenced to the unsub stabbing you, and leaving you alive and uncomfortable. It was a joke. You tried to move without causing yourself any pain over the uncomfortable thin mattress of the hospital bed. Spencer smiled and let out a breathy half hearted laugh.
âIâll be sure to let him knowâ He returned your playful tone but it was heavier, quieter. It was filled with something more, something unsaid. His eyes dropped from your to back to your hands that were twined together, rubbing his thumb gently over the webbing of your own.
You tilted your head slightly, âWhatâs wrong?â You asked, it didnât take a genius to read Spencer. You had memories the is and outâs of his head, or you thought you did. You knew enough.
âI thought I lost you.â He said, shaking his head slightly. His voice was so quiet and filled with guilt. âWe broke up and.. because of what? Because we didnât want to lose each otherâ I almost lost you.â His words held so much gravity it felt like it had all been taken from your surroundings and you were floating on everything left unsaid and unfinished.
âBut you didnât. Im alive.â You smiled playfully. He said your name, serious, showing he wasnât playing around about this, that it went further than just this situation. You sighed, and shook your head. There were only so many jokes you could make to downplay the weight of the space between you.
âOkay. We broke up.â You mumbled, looking at him. âBecause things were weird and it was too much and if things kept going then if we ended later it wouldnât be on good terms and then we wouldnât be able to be friends and thats horrible for everyoneâ You said, recapping your mutual decision to break up.
âWhy do you do that?â He asked, squinting his eyes as he looked up at you.
You furrowed your eyebrows, âDo what?â There was a number of things he could pull you up on, your avoidance, your jokes, your way of downplaying everything and anything.
âPlan the end of things when they have hardly started. You were planning a breakup for a relationship that was doing perfectly fine. You needed space, I gave you space, then you decided you wanted to break up? Why?â He huffed out.
You furrowed your eyebrows further at his words, but he was right. Of course he was right. âYou said you felt the same.â You mumbled, maybe if he had called you on your bullshit a month ago things would be different and you wouldâve worked things out, you two would be together and maybe everything would be different. You also knew it wasnât his responsibility to try and understand emotions you couldnât comprehend or communicate to him.
âI didnât want space, I didnât want to break up â but I didnât want to lose you all together.â He admitted. You suddenly felt the wind knock out of your chest. You wondered if the way your heart beat increased showed on the monitor, which seemed all too revealing.
âYou didnât say that.â You muttered.
He sat up a little straighter, not letting go of your hand, his fingers stayed tangled with your own. âWould it have changed anything if i did?â His voice was quiet, as if a question that didnât need an answer.
âIt was going.. too fastâ You huffed. The relationship did go fast, but maybe it was because the two of you spent way too many years in this flirty banter phase before either of you actually made a move; maybe because you were both already so comfortable with one another.
âWe could have slowed it down.â He said, rebutting.
âAnd if that didnât work? If it was all just too much? Then we argue and we end on bad terms and then not only is it awkward for everyone at work but then we canât even be friendsâ You repeated your point, the fear engraved in your mind.
âWhat if it did work?â He shut you up with his point, before he continued. âWhat if it did work and then everything was fine. What if you told me when things are getting too much or overwhelming you and we work together to fix those issues so we donât end at all.â
âThatâs optimistic.â You mumbled sarcastically. Everything he was saying made sense, everything he was saying was ideally how a relationship would go, but it wasnât as simple as that for you. You couldnât help the way your mind thought the worst.
Spencer huffed shaking his head, âYouâre stubborn.â He said. And he never let you forget it.
âIm realistic.â You resorted, but you werenât: You hyper fixated on everything that could go wrong and got yourself out of those situations before giving anything a chance to work out itself.
âYouâre an idiot. And I love you.â Spencer exhaled. It wasnât a crazy love confession because you knew this. He made it known everyday. Even everyday you were broken up. He didnât need to hide it. âCan you give us a chance? A proper chance without planning our breakup before theres any actual reason for it, please.â He mumbled, half playfully and half so serious.
You considered his words. Honestly your last thought before falling unconscious was the fear that you would die without Spencer knowing how much you loved him, how much regret you lived with for the state you had got yourself into with him, the fear you had of not having him in some way, none of these thoughts you could voice aloud when dying.
âOkay.â You settled.
âOkay?â He asked, repeating it back as if he didnât believe you. You nodded, repeating it again. He breathed out a sigh of relief.
âOkay good, because everyone on this floor thinks Iâm your husband and it wouldâve been really awkward if you just rejected me.â
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Carlos Sainz x reader
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Smut, feeling guilty about sexual thoughts, age gap, I think that's it?
Notes: Heyyy, Carlos??? Hope I read this request right! Probably changed it a bit. This is more from Carlos perspective than anything else
Request Don't know if you are taking any requests or not, but how's best friend brother's with Carlos Sainz when suddenly having ons with the reader and Carlos been wondering how having her in his bed
Pt 2 here
Carlos breathed in the familiar hot air as he stepped out of his car and onto the gravel of his family home. He had finally touched down on home ground and planned to spend the majority of his summer break here.
He smiled to himself as he watched the big house and the green grass. He loved this house, he loved their summers and he was excited to spend some down time with his family.
Ana and y/n should be there already, Blanca maybe but she could also arrive later. His parents weren't home, he knew that already but they would come in an hour or so.
Someone was home at least judging by the open porch door and small talk coming from the other side of the deck.
Carlos walked over the grass, trying to see who was there but he opted to take in his bags first. He had just stepped into the big hallway when he saw a figure from the big window. Ana was there and.. who was that? All he could see was a beautiful woman, hair moving in the wind and a beautiful figure on the deck. Carlos swallowed before moving away, it was rude to stare.
Who was that? Was that.. no it couldn't be Y/n, could it? But who else would be here to stay for the summer. It was always Y/n.
Carlos' mind ran on high speed as he tried to process who else it could be because this was certainly not the Y/n he remembered. No, last summer you had been this, very cute sure, but nerdy little girl who had barely graduated school and was now working at the downtown cafĂŠ whilst studying in university.
You had always been sweet and cute but he had never ever seen you as attractive. No this, this was surely someone else. Maybe one of Blankas work-friends. It could not be you.
Carlos forced the thoughts away as he marveled into the house, his house. It was hot, summer and he was settling for some downtime before the next part of the season began, that was the focus he reminded himself of.
He opted to start on food, eyes flickering back to the garden to try and get a look at whoever it was out there but they had disappeared from the kitchen view. Maybe that was for the better actually.
"Carlos!"Carlos flinched at the sound of his name, too deep in thoughts to realize someone had entered the open kitchen from the patio-doors in the living room.
He turned around with a wide smile as he recognized your voice opening his arms to hug you which you welcomed with a giggle.
His face fell however when he looked at you after you had stepped away. What the fuck had happened over winter?
The before young, teenage-looking girl had really grown into a young looking sure, but gorgeous woman. Face more mature-looking, smile as captivating as always and your body. Carlos had to force himself to look at your face as you were dressed down in only a small skirt and a bikini-top from having been sunbathing and swimming all morning.
Fuck it was you, how?
He quickly averted his eyes from your body to look at your face
"Hola Y/n" he smiled warmly as you hugged him in greeting. "We thought you came but we didn't see you" you smiled as you watched the counter top that was filled with ingredients. "Sorry, I planned on going out but..."
That Ana came out was perfect timing because Carlos had no idea how to finish that sentence. "Carlos! Why didn't you come out to greet us?!" she scolded as she wrapped her brother into a warm hug, Carlos stuttered, what he wanted to say, or the reason for it was not something he wanted to say at all so instead he shrugged. "I was about too" he said instead , ignoring the look Ana gave him and the food on the counter.
Ana dropped it quickly, the excitement of seeing her brother taking over the weird behavior and she soon proceeded to ask him a million questions but it was all like usual with the Sainz siblings.
You were happy, content in stretching out on the sofa and listening to their chat during the evening and when the night came you gladly welcomed the soft bed in the Sainz's guest room.
-
Carlos wanted to hit the person of his family that had suggested a boat day. He loved being on the boat and he loved being with his family and the boat was a tradition in your summers. You used to take the boat out to a small little island only an hour away and spend the day swimming, laughing and grilling before going back home in the evening when the light had already gone away and the city lights illuminated in the water.
However the only thing he could concentrate on all day was you in your tiny little bikini that barely left anything to the imagination. If he was realistic it was a normal bikini, but it was still tiny and he could barely keep his eyes off of you.
When you had been exiting from the water with your hair drenched and dripping with a huge smile on your face he had stared so long that Blanca had hit him in the back of the head with a scolding look and Carlos had coughed, looking away feeling guilty.
It was a nice day, the sun grilling your skin and everyone was happy that summer had finally arrived. Carlos' parents grilled over the open fireplace as everyone settled down, chatting lowly and laughing.
He enjoyed it, laughing and joking with you and his sisters, chatting with his parents. Swimming in the hot sun. It was a great day but when the time came and you decked the boat and walked up to the villa Carlos felt like he would snap off the tension in his body.
-
He still couldn't really grasp it, couldn't grasp how attracted he suddenly was to you.
He groaned as he collapsed down on his bed, his head in an awkward position against the headboard. He let out an annoyed groan and flopped down in an ungraceful movement.
He felt annoyed, tight like a string as he tried to sit more comfortably. He was hard in his sweatpants and that annoyed him more than anything else. He felt ridiculous, like a teenage boy watching a pornmagazine for the first time. All this for only a little bikini, it was ridiculous but he couldn't help it, couldn't make it go away.
He closed his eyes, groaning when the only thing he saw in his head was just in that stupid little bikini. He couldn't help it when his hand crept down his body, his mind telling him it was wrong but the satisfaction he felt when he finally wrapped his hand around his cock pushed away all those thoughts until the only thing he could think about was dirty dreams.
At first the pictures were more okay, if there were something like this in picturing his sister's younger friend while jerking off.
It was you, in that bikini you had stropped around in all day, your smile and your elegant figure. Then it was your lips, then it morphed into your lips wrapped around his cock and from there on he was screwed.
He pictured how you would look as you sucked him off, he could picture the look in your eyes as you wouldâve licked over his tip, he could almost hear the sounds you would make as he pushed your head that slight bit further.
He pictured laying you down on his crisp white sheets, pictured how he would pull your legs apart, could hear your moans in his head.
He could almost taste her on his tongue, see her face contorted in pleasure. His mind wandered further and further away from reality as his hand moved up and down his shaft. He would feel guilty, he would feel so guilty afterwards but right now, at this moment he only felt pleasure and his thoughts only added to his arousal.
It was wrong, he knew it, but he didn't feel it. It felt fucking amazing, the pictures, the imaginition he had made him harder than he'd been in a long time.
He pictured your face as he would fuck you, imagining how hot you would feel around him, how tight you would be. He pictured the sounds you would make as he made you orgasm, the picture stuck in his head as he finally released with a long groan, head falling back as the relief finally washed over him.
Only then did the realization hit and he felt disgusted over himself. The cum on his skin added to the sick feeling in his chest. It was not normal. It was disgusting. Jerking off to Ana's best friend who was many years younger than himself just because he'd find out she'd been growing curves. He felt a tight feeling in his stomach, like he would need to throw up. He hurried into the bathroom and jumped into the shower like he was on fire.
His skin was red where he had roughly scrubbed the cum of his skin and he felt slightly better when he dressed in clean clothes and shook the water off his hair. Maybe it was okay.
The guilt however came back full force once he saw you on the sofa with Blanca, gossiping and laughing. He had to look away to swallow the lump in his throat that had formed.
-
You were sprawled out in one of the outdoor chairs next to Blanca in the hot sun. You had just been taking a dip in the ocean and was now drying up on the big deck of the Sainz's house.
"Do you think Carlos has anything against me?" you asked Blanca randomly, noticing the way she jerked up in her chair to give you a wild look.
"Que?! Carlos loves you silly" she waved you off. Summer at Sainz, anything with the Sainz's had been always consisting in your life. You and Ana had met in kindergarten. She was two years older than you but somehow you had stuck together throughout school and then throughout adulthood. You had spent every summer since then here, in the amazing villa with her family. You had traveled with them, watched Carlos's races, you had been a part of them forever so maybe you understood her wild look but still. It had felt like something was bothering him these first couple of days. He had been acting slightly... stiff around you.
"I know... I don't know why but it's just.. he has been so awkward with me, barely spoken to me alone" you shrugged and Blanca hummed. "I think Carlos is having a bit of a crisis" Blanca grinned as she leant back in the soft chair
This time you sat up to give her a look. "What do you mean? Is something wrong with his racing?"
Blanca laughed and shook her head with a huge grin on her face. "No, not about racing" she calmed
"I think little Carlos is having a crisis about how gorgeous you have become" she smiled before adding "You have always been gorgeous, but over the winter..." she made a face expression as if to express the change and you giggled, it was true. You had matured in your body a lot over the winter, felt more comfortable, more secure.
"I don't think that's it though" you hummed, waving it off. Carlos was a formula one driver, he could basically chat up and model he wanted, and have the most gorgeous girls. He had many options, he would never choose you, his sister's friend.
"I think it is, I've catched him staring a bit too long and often. And every time I catch him with a slap on his head he looks extremely guilty"
You giggled at that, leaning back into the seat "I'm pretty happy with that reason to be honest" you smirked at Blanca who shook her head with a grin on her face "Watch it"
-
The next few days were fine, he still got a semi everytime you walked around in your mini bikinis and those shorts that showed all of your ass but he tried to control himself, felt he succeeded okay.
It was on the fourth day he snapped again. You had been taking a walk from the restaurant you had eaten at and stopped to buy ice cream and take a dip in the ocean.
You were yet again wearing only your bikini top and those tiny shorts that felt unnecessary to even have on because they didn't hide anything in Carlos's mind. Your hair was once again wet, dripping down your back and then it was the ice cream.
He knew it was just in his head, but it felt like you were provoking him, licking the tip of it in such a way he almost wanted to moan.
When he came back home he immediately walked up to his room and into the shower. He couldn't stop the images of going wild. Once again you were on the floor looking up at him with those big innocent eyes and licking the tip of his dick just as you had been the ice cream.
He could feel the tip of your tongue, could hear the small sound you surely would make at the taste of his precum that was pearling at his tip, he slid his thumb over it, imagining it was your tongue and he moaned loudly. He gripped his cock harder, slowly moving it down, imaging it was your mouth sinking down on him. The picture was so hot he jerked in his hold.
He sped up eventually, eyes closing to savor the filthy imaginations that were playing in his mind, like a slideshow. He could feel your touch, hear your voice and see you. It was all too much and he soon came over his hand, for the second time thinking about you.
He sighed as he let the water run down his body, cleaning him up and he let his head fall back against the tile. Maybe it was what it was. He would move on eventually, not get hard at the mere sight of you. It would be fine.
Carlos didn't fight it anymore, there was nothing he could do about his body's reaction. He sighed deeply and shrugged to himself. He lost the battle and he was really fucking attracted to you. Maybe that was just how it was now.Â
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Sooooooooo OBSESSED with Rafe s4. Thinking Pogue reader is afraid to introduce her parents to Rafe, because she is afraid of what Rafe will think and whether he will be all arrogant or not. So her parents go to Tannyhill to have lunch with her and Rafe and her mother is impressed with the house, and her father doesn't even know what to say and starts talking about things from their reality and God. The reader wants so badly for her parents to like Rafe, but she is also so apprehensive about what Rafe will think of her parents. And I keep hammering in my head what Rafe would think and do.
MEETING YOUR PARENTS! ⸝ rafe cameron
notes / ahh i love this idea! tysm for sharing đ i think rafe would try his best to impress your parents, maybe even going a bit overboard with his charming demeanor, and saying exactly what they wanted to hear, so i hope u enjoy this little drabble!
content / rafe cameron x fem!reader, bf!rafe, fluffy, rafe being the perfect boyfriend, lovey dovey type shit
You paced nervously in your bedroom, running your fingers through your hair as you glanced at your reflection in the mirror. Your heart was racing, and your mind was filled with a hundred anxious thoughts.
You had been dating Rafe for a few months now, and while things between you two had been great, the thought of introducing him to your parents filled you with dread.
The Camerons had a reputationâpowerful, wealthy, and a bit presumptuous. The last thing you wanted was for Rafe to come across arrogant and full of himself, like he could be from time to time, and clash with your modest, down-to-earth family.
"What if he says something rude?" You muttered to yourself. "Or worse, what if he acts like he's better than them?"
You sighed and grabbed your phone, your fingers hovering over Rafe's contact before you hit send on the message, asking if he was still okay with meeting your parents.
Almost immediately, your phone buzzed with a response.
Rafey: Of course, baby. I'm actually looking forward to it. How about this, I invite them to Tannyhill for lunch? It'll be perfect.
You stared at your screen, surprised. You hadn't expected him to be so enthusiastic. Yet your first instinct was to panicâTannyhill was a mansion, the epitome of the Cameron wealth. Your parents would be so out of their element. But before you could talk yourself out of it, you agreed, trusting Rafe's judgment for the moment.
The day of the lunch arrived, and your nerves were in overdrive. You could barely focus on getting ready, your mind playing out all the potential disasters. What if your parents felt overwhelmed by the grandeur of Tannyhill? What if they felt judged? And what if Rafe didn't like them?
While Rafe also had a thousand things rushing through his head, a rare hint of nerves creeping into his usually confident demeanor. He wasn't used to feeling this wayâafter all, he was a Cameron.
His family's name carried weight in the Outer Banks, whether people liked it or not. But today was different. Today, he was meeting your parents, and despite his outward calm, he knew how important this was to you.
And he knew how nervous you were the last few days, afraid of what your parents might think of him or what if they didn't like him. Rafe didn't want that. He cared about you, more than he'd ever admit out loud, and the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable.
That's why he'd come up with the idea to host your parents for lunch at Tannyhill. It was his home, a place where he felt in control, and if it would help put you at ease, he'd do whatever it took.
When you arrived with your parents, Rafe was outside waiting, standing tall with his hands in his pockets. Your mom gasped in awe. Your dad on the other hand was quieter, his expression more difficult to read. Rafe knew that feelingâtrying to find your footing when you're surrounded by things that scream money and privilege. But he didn't let that faze him. Instead, he smiled, genuinely happy to see them.
"Well, it's certainly... big," your mom said with a polite smile, her eyes wandering over the sprawling estate to which you could just shyly smile before approaching Rafe.
"Beautiful place, huh?" Rafe greeted them as as he walked toward them, slipping his arm around your waist and a genuine smile on his face. He kissed you on the cheek, hoping it might calm your nerves.
"I'm really glad you all could make it. I've been looking forward to this."
Your heart skipped a beat, pleasantly surprised at how at ease he seemed. No arrogance, no flashy behaviorâjust Rafe, being himself.
He guided your parents into the house, doing his best to make the atmosphere feel casual, even though you were surrounded by the grandeur of Tannyhill. As the four of you sat down for lunch, he could feel your tension next to him. He knew you were desperate for your parents to like him, to see past the Cameron name and see who he really was. And honestly, he wanted the same thing.
Your mom was still clearly impressed by the house and couldn't help but comment on the elegant architecture and the lush gardens outside. Your dad still being his usual analytical self, began to warm up slowly and instead of retreating, like you feared he would, he filled the silence with casual talk, touching on everything from fishing to local news to the weather.
Rafe wasn't sure if it was nerves or just the quiet nature of the man, but he respected it. He could tell that the man was trying to find common ground, and he appreciated the effort.
To your immense relief, Rafe engaged in the conversation effortlessly, showing interest in your dad's stories and even sharing a few of his own. He didn't flaunt his wealth or statusâhe was present, attentive, and respectful. He was just... your boyfriend, and he wanted your parents to see that.
As the meal progressed, you began to relax, though you still couldn't shake the lingering worry about whether Rafe liked your parents. You wanted so badly for everything to go well, for them to see the side of him you sawâthe side that was caring and thoughtful, not the side everyone in the Outer Banks assumed existed.
Your mom was laughing, your dad still engaged in conversation, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. It was a good sign, but Rafe wasn't the kind to get cocky about it. He knew this meeting was important, and he needed to do right by you.
After dessert, Rafe stood and cleared his throat, looking directly at your parents. "I just want to say, I'm really glad I got the chance to meet both of you. Y/n means the world to me, and it's important to me that her family feels comfortable with me, too."
Your mom smiled warmly, reaching across the table to give your hand a squeeze. The reassurance making you sigh in relief. "We're happy to meet you, Rafe. You've been a wonderful host today."
Your dad nodded, and you could see the approval in his eyes. It was enough to calm the last of your anxieties. And It was definitely a sign for Rafe to know that they were okay with himâand that was enough.
As your parents said their goodbyes to your boyfriend and already walked ahead, Rafe gently pulled you aside, his hand resting on your lower back. "How do you think it went?" he asked, his voice low enough for only you to hear.
"I think it went well... better than I expected, really.." you admitted, finally allowing yourself to smile. "Thank you for being so great with them."
Rafe leaned in, kissing your forehead. "I told you it would be fine. I care about you, y/n. I wanted your parents to see that, too."
You wrapped your arms around him, your earlier anxiety replaced with something softer, more content and feeling grateful for how everything had turned out. Maybe you'd worried too much after all.
And Rafe knew he'd done something right as you smiled brightly. For once, it wasn't about being a Cameron or living up to some image. It was just about making you happy, and that, more than anything, made the day special.
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odio amarte
Alexia Putellas x Lionesses!reader
summary: All of your Barca teammates think you and Alexia need to get together, but the two of you are 'enemies'.
(i do not speak much Spanish, so if some of my translations are wrong I apologise!)
a/n: not proof read or edited and very short
'What is wrong with you Alexia!' You exclaim when the Spanish girl spills her cup of coffee all over the table, the brown liquid smudging your notes that you had been working on forever.
She looks up to you and sends you a dirty glare. 'It's not my fault that you've taken up the whole table with your stupid homework meaning I had no where to put my cup.' She snaps back gesturing to the mess you had created everywhere.
'You could've just asked me to move some stuff.' You tell her sighing as you try to make out the messed up words. 'Or do I scare you to much?' You tease a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.
'Âżalguna vez te callaste?' (do you ever shut up?) she mutters walking away into the kitchen leaving you alone to try and clean up her mess.
No one really knew why you and Alexia despised each other so much, some of the fans thought it was because Alexia was scared that you would replace her on the team and others would make up crazy rumours that were definitely untrue.
You're teammates didn't have a clue and to be fair neither did you. You hated Alexia because she had always been mean to you, and you had no idea why. If you were entirely honest you didn't really hate the girl, you often found yourself enjoying the attention she gave to you whenever you two were arguing.
After a while of rewriting your notes you placed them all in a neat pile and stood up stretching your back. You're teammates had left to go to the shops about an hour ago, leaving you and Alexia home alone together. They were meant to be back soon but you still had some time to kill and decided to do one of your favourite things.
Annoying Alexia.
You wonder into the living room of your and Keira's shared apartment, sitting on the armchair next to the couch where Alexia was already sitting, her eyes glued to her phone.
The Spaniard hated it when you would bite your teeth, a nasty habit you often found yourself absentmindedly doing.
This time however, you purposely starting chewing on your nails. Pretending to stare out the window, when in reality you were staring at the blonde girl on your couch, a grin forming on your face when she noticed your actions and her jaw tensed.
Her mouth stayed shut though, not wanting to give you the reaction you clearly wanted.
Alexia had not known you for very long, but in the time you had been teammates at Barca your relationship had been rocky to say the least.
She was entirely to blame for your constant bickering, she was the one who hadn't even bothered being nice when you'd approached her on your first training session.
Alexia did feel bad for how rude she had been to you, but once she had began and you had retaliated she couldn't back down and seem like a coward in front of you.
That would be humiliating.
On your first day, Alexia was late, but you'd immediately caught her attention. You'd only been there for a few hours but you already seemed so comfortable talking with all the girls like you'd known them for ages.
You'd already had Alexia hooked and she didn't like that. She didn't like the way that her heart would race whenever you laughed or the way she'd look in the mirror to checked how she looked whenever you walked closer.
In all honesty she was scared of her feelings.
She felt like a stranger in her own body, completely foreign to all the feelings she was experiencing.
She'd never felt this way before for someone she'd only just met.
It didn't seem like it at all. But those feelings had stuck with her for almost a year and a half now.
She hid it behind every insult and eye roll. She'd blame it on her anger whenever her cheeks flushed red at something you did.
But the Spanish captain was still yet to react to your nail biting, which was unusual for her, and you're nails were beginning to bleed from biting them for too long.
Disappointed in the result, you decided not to back down just yet, starting to make clicking noises with your tongue knowing that it always drove Alexia crazy.
It only took a few seconds for her turn around and face you. 'I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work.' She snaps making you grin as your plan had worked.
'Are you sure about that?' You tease, making her roll her eyes and huff as you begin clicking your tongue even more.
'odio amarte!' (i hate that i love you) she groans hands flying up to her hair.
All of a sudden your clicking stops and your whole face burns bright red. You didn't know a lot of Spanish as you sucked at learning languages but you'd learnt quite a bit from just hanging out with the other girls.
You thought you hadn't heard her right. Surely she wouldn't say something like that right? You must've translated it all wrong.
Alexia had noticed the way you'd frozen up and how a light blush painted your cheeks.
'Alexia?' You questioned, voice weak and quiet not quite processing what she had just said. 'Why did you say that?'
Her eyes widened and all of a sudden the normally cool and composed Spanish captain felt sick. She was so used to muttering stuff in Spanish around you that she'd forgotten you actually did know a fair bit.
'Nothing.' She said but it didn't matter, you both knew exactly what she had said and now all insults were long gone, instead you sat in an awkward silence.
Taking a deep breath, you decided to take a big risk; 'Do you mean it?'
Alexia didn't know how to respond, she couldn't really say that no, but she also didn't want to confess the truth.
'I-I guess...' She stutters her cheeks permanently pink. 'I guess that I do.'
You were in shock for a while not knowing how to respond.
Alexia didn't know what to do either. She don't know what made her get up from her seat and do the one thing she never thought she'd do.
She kissed Y/N L/N...
'I keep finding new ways to stuff up don't I?' Alexia sighed when she pulled away from the kiss.
'No.' You say, putting your fingers up to her lip. 'You didn't.'
'I didn't what?' Alexia says shocked, looking at you with wide eyes. Not believing what you had just said.
'You didn't mess up.' You said sternly, placing your hand on her shoulders and looking at her in the eyes 'Not even a little bit.'
'You sure?' Alexia asks you, looking down and biting her lip in nervousness.
'I think I'm sure.' You say, a small and nervous smile on your face. 'As long as you don't regret doing it.'
'I don't' Alexia exclaimed a little too loudly causing you to move a little bit away from her due to the loudness of her voice.
'I'm sorry.' She said, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of her head.
'Don't worry about it.' You smile a small laugh also escaping from your lips.
'No really I'm sorry.' Alexia says, her mood changing to much more serious 'I'm sorry for being a dickhead for the past year, I shouldn't have been that rude to you.'
'I mean, I was rude as well, you're not the only one at fault here.' You laugh lightly.
'No, you were only like that because I didn't give you a proper chance and I'm sorry.' She says, looking genuinely sad.
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Meanwhile, Keira, Lucy, Ingrid and Mapi were all walking home from the shops together. Mapi slower than the others as she had been forced to carry all the bags.
'I wonder how Y/n and Alexia are?' Keira wonders, everyone knowing how much you to argue. 'Probably wasn't the best idea to leave the two of them alone together.'
'y/n/n had uni work and Alexia said she'll stay and make sure she's alright.' Lucy states 'Half the time I can't tell if they're fighting or flirting, it's kind of funny. I wonder who'll make the first move.'
'Let's just hope they're not at each others throats again. I hate when they fight.' Ingrid sighs, taking a bag of Mapi after noticing her struggling.
'I agree, when they fight they're one step away from getting together. I don't think I can handle anymore of their longing stares at each other when they think no one is looking. The two of them cause most of my stress now.' Keira sighs, shaking her head.
The English midfielder sticks her key into the lock of your shared apartment when the four footballers arrive opening the door and walking in.
They all make their way to the living room. Absolutely nothing prepared them for what they were about to see.
Sitting on the couch, Alexia Putellas and Y/N L/N were at each others throats. But not in the fighting way. Keira choked on her own saliva in shock, Lucy and Ingrid gasped and Mapi just yelled.
'ÂĄmis ojos!' (my eyes) Mapi exclaimed, startling you and Alexia causing you to pull away from each other. Blushes covering both of your faces.
'Surprise?' You say sheepishly.
part 2?
sorry this isn't the best
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DPxDC Demon Children Are Multiplying
This idea is still stuck in my head, and I might even end up writing something out of it, but for now, I just thought of something equally really, really stupid and really, really funny.
What if I combine that idea with Al Ghul Twins. I don't know how. Maybe Talia was cautious about Ra's not wanting to keep two kids for a position of Heir, or maybe she staged Danny's death, or maybe something else entirely happened. But anyway, Danny is Damian's twin.
Then, Dani is the same age as Danny in this AU. And Dan is de-aged to be the same age as both of them.
Now behold an absolute train wreck of a situation where Bruce attends a Gala hosted by Vladimir Masters. Together with Damian, of course, and maybe other batkids are there too. They all part their ways to make their rounds or whatnot. And they all keep seeing Damian wherever they go. Just everywhere.
Dick is talking to someone, and Damian walks past him, not paying him any attention. Which is not surprising, but a little rude, and, wait, wasn't he wearing a red tie? When did he change it to green one?
Tim is just going on the top floor to greet a lady he recognizes from some other event, and Damian all but storms in the opposite direction, only letting Tim catch a glimpse of his face. But when Tim turns around, he is really confused: the person running down the stairs is clearly a girl, albeit she is wearing a suit. Her long hair is up in a complicated braid. Why did he even mistake her for Damian?
But the ultimate confusion happens when Bruce is talking to Vladimir Masters, and a very familiar voice calls, "Father". Because both he and Vladimir turn to face the boy and ask, "Yes?" at the same time.
Damian is standing there, looking between Bruce and Vlad. He looks a little off somehow, but before Bruce can figure out why, the boy blinks and focuses on Vlad.
"We've been looking for you," he tells the man, and, wait, when was Damian looking for Masters? Furthermore, who is we?
But then another child comes closer. And-
That's Damian.
That's two Damians.
Wait, no, none of them are Damians.
"What is it?" Vladimir raises an eyebrow, not paying too much attention to Bruce's blanched expression.
A third child comes towards them, and this one also looks like Damian, only this one is a girl.
"Template's duplicate is here," she says, and Vlad frowns, turning to the Damian lookalike in the middle.
"Have you had another incident that I don't know of?"
Whatever answer the boy wanted to give is cut off by a n o t h e r child who looks like- no, this is real Damian, thank God, Bruce had started to wonder if the champagne was spiked with hallucinogens.
"Father-" he stops in his tracks as the three other children turn to him, and the four of them just stare at each other for a long moment. Then the one in the middle takes a sharp breath in and stage-whispers:
"Quick, do the meme!"
And all three not-Damians start pointing at each other.
Bruce is going to have an aneurysm. Judging by Vladimir's face, he is also not far from one.
Just my ramblings under the cut
I think you all know what meme I'm talking about, but I'm still gonna add it
This is so fucking hilarious to me, I'm sorry, I just can't
Danny is not missing this opportunity of a lifetime, even though Vlad specifically asked all three of them not to cause a scene. And yes, they all call Vlad "father" just for the spite of it or for shits and giggles. I'm going with Bad Fentons idea here, although I'm not sure to which degree they are bad, but anyway, Vlad is their legal guardian, and he is redeemed.
Yes, Dick took a picture. Yes, it's already in the group chat. Yes, other batkids are going wild.
Damian is greatly confused because, first, he thought there was a clone of him at the gala, but apparently, there were three of them, and second, why are they pointing at each other? Should he join them? He is under the assumption his brother is dead (he's not exactly wrong on that account), or he doesn't even know he existed.
This is as far as I got now, feel free to add anything!
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batfam#batman#damian wayne#bruce wayne#danyal al ghul#al ghul twins#vlad masters#gala#dani phantom#dan phantom#there are four identical children#they end up pranking e v e r y o n e#vlad can tell them apart#but only because he can feel their ectosignatures#cork prompts#cork writes
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the reason
alexia putellas x reader
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When you showed up to your first training session of the season, you werenât expecting to see your ex-something standing in the middle of the locker room.
; some angst, happy ending though, just a bunch of miscommunicationÂ
âY/N! Youâre here, perfect,â Jonas gave you a huge smile as he directed you towards the woman you hadnât seen in months. âMeet our new signing!â
You swore youâd never seen Jonas smile that big during your time at Arsenal, which was understandable if he managed to sign Alexia Putellas to this damn club.
You looked at her outstretched hand, acting as if this was the first time you two metâacting as if she didnât break your heart just a few months ago.Â
At once, the memories came rushing in and you looked up to meet her eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart started to pick up its pace. For a second you were shocked at how familiar it was, to have her staring at you like you were interesting to her, but you quickly shook it off. You knew it was all a lie, a façade. Alexia was good at making people think they matter to her when she couldn't care less about anybody but herself.Â
You ignored her and you ignored Jonasâ yelp of surprise when you didnât kiss the ground Alexia walked on. You went straight to your cubby and did your usual routine.
Training gear checked.
Boots checked.
Hair tie checked.
Alexia standing next to youâ
âWhat?â you hadnât meant to sound harsh, or maybe you did. You didnât really care.
Out of all the things you expected to come out of her mouth, an apology for breaking your heart, or a simple âhow are youâ or whatever, you hadn't expected her to say, âI missed you.â
You were indifferent to her being here before (that was what you convinced yourself anyway), but now you were livid.Â
âSeriously?â your voice apparently was louder than you intended because you could feel a couple of eyes on you.
âY/NâŚâ maybe it was hearing her say your name again after all this time. Maybe it was the way she said your name with a hint of longing when she had no right to do so after what she did to you. Maybe it was the way she was standing there within your reach after you thought that you were never going to see her again.
You think it was all of it combined that made the ache in your heart, which youâve managed to seal tight all this time, to seep through the seams and inject itself back into your veins.
Taking a deep breath, you will yourself to stare into her eyes. âGo fuck yourself, Alexia.â
You heard everyone inhale a sharp breath all at once as you exited the room. You definitely were getting an earful from Jonas but you didnât care.
Alexia could really go fuck herself for all you care.
â
It was Leah that Jonas assigned to talk to you.
You hated it because aside from the fact that she was your captain in the Lionesses, she also had known you since you were barely in diapers, seeing as your mothers were best friends.Â
You were hiding in your usual spot, the old storage room that no one used anymore.Â
âWant to talk about why you were so rude to one of the best footballers on this planet?â
You scoffed. Great. Even your best friend was kissing Alexiaâs ass. âSheâs overrated.â
Leah sat down on the floor next to you, grabbing the back of your shirt when you went to stand up. âYouâre not going anywhere, mate.â
âYou can't make me talk,â you scowled at her. âI just hate her. Donât really care if I was rude to Jonasâ newest favourite.â
Leah laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. âChill out will you! Youâre acting so tense.â
âIâm not tense! Itâs just been a shitty morning, with her being here and all.â
âI feel like thereâs something Iâm missing,â Leah looked at you questioningly. âYouâre jealous of her or something?
You barked out a laugh at that. That was good. âHell no. Why would I be jealous of her? Like I said, sheâs overrated.â
âThen?â
âThen nothing,â you rolled your eyes. God, why was it so hard to be moody about your ex in peace?
âIf itâs nothing then you wouldn't mind going back there and being nice to her, yeah?â
âNo.âÂ
There was no way in hell you would be nice to Alexia. No. fucking. way.
âY/N. Jonas is counting on me to talk some sense into you, he's scared Alexia is going to resign on the first day here if her teammate is rude to her.â
That sounded like a great idea, you thought. Just as you smiled at Leah, she was frowning at you.
âY/N. Be nice. Please. For me?â
You always did have a soft spot for Leah.
âFine.â
â
Everyone was already at the field when you returned with Leah.
You weren't sure who witnessed your little interaction with Alexia earlier so you kept to yourself for a bit, not wanting anyone to ask anymore questions.
You got through the training smoothly and it was over before you knew it. You kept on avoiding Alexiaâs gazes, trying your best to pretend that she wasn't there at all. In your mind, Alexia was still in Barcelona, right where she should be.
Not in London Colney here with you. Definitely not.
âHola.â
Damn it.
You were putting your stuff into your duffle bag aggressively, lifting your head just for a second to glare at her.Â
Alexia seemed unperturbed at your cold gaze, sitting down on the cubby next to yours so she could look up at you and catch your eyes.
You were always a sucker for her stupid puppy dog eyes.
But you were stronger now. You were.
âY/N,â she tried again, her voice a whisper. âCan we talk? â
You replied with a simple âNo.â
âWe are going to be teammates, we should at least be civil to one another, no?â
âNo,â you rolled your eyes, who did she think she was? âIâll pretend you don't exist and you can do the same.â
Alexia scoffed at you. âWhy are you being so difficult?â
That got your attention. âMe?â you raise your voice and Leah suddenly stepped in between you two, probably fearing that things might escalate.
âHey,â Leah gave you a pointed look. âPeople are watching.â
You glanced back and people were watching, most had a curious look on their faces. No one knew you and Alexia knew each other, but everyone knew you and they knew you were anything but hostile. So this attitude might be slightly disconcerting for them.
You took a deep breath and willed yourself to calm down. You need time to process the events that happened today.
âIâm just gonna go,â you told Leah. âIâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â
Not sparing Alexia another glance, you grabbed your bag and took off.
Tomorrow. Youâll face her again tomorrow and maybe you can try to be civil with her. Only for the sake of your teammates.
â
âYou know⌠if you keep on staring at me like that, one might think youâre in love with me.â
You thought you were being discreet with your gazes towards the brunette who was sitting a few seats apart from you, acting as if you were staring at the ocean instead.
But apparently that wasnât the case and as soon as you heard those words come out of her mouth, you choked on your ice tea and patted your chest repeatedly to stop the coughing fit.Â
The brunette beside you laughed and you halted your movements to stare again because wow, the pictures really didnât do Alexia Putellas justice.
She turned towards you and held out a hand for you to shake. âIâm Alexia.â
You accepted her hand with a bashful smile. âI know.â
She raises her eyebrows at you.
You could feel the blush rising to your cheeks, trying to play it cool with a simple shrug of your shoulders. âWho doesn't know Alexia Putellas at this point? It would be weird if I didnât.â you paused. âAnd I wasnât staring at you, by the way.â
âOh, you werenât?â Alexia smirked. She slid into the empty seat between you and you could feel your heartbeat racing once you caught a whiff of Alexiaâs perfume. A strong flowering scent. Huh. You've never thought about what Alexia Putellas would smell like, but it probably wasnât this. It somehow made you even more attracted to her.
You nodded, playing with the straw of your drink. âI totally wasnât.â
âThen what were you staring at?âÂ
âThe⌠sea.â
Alexia laughed once more and you couldnât help but laugh with her. Her laugh was infectious.
âOkay, sure,â Alexia took a sip of her drink. âJust so you know though, I wouldnât mind if you were staring at me.â
You hummed, pretending to be in thought. âIâd rather not.â
âNo?â Alexia raised her eyebrows. âWhy not?â
You shrugged. âThen youâd think Iâm into you, or something.â
âWell arenât you?â
You clicked your tongue. Her ego was through the roof. You get it though, if you looked like that, youâd think everyone was into you too. âNo.â
âYour stare suggests otherwise.â Alexia smiled smugly.
You stepped down from your stool and put your hand out. âWhy donât you take a stroll around the beach with me?â
When Alexia was still staring at your outstretched hand, you motioned for her to take it. Alexia complied and let you drag her away to the shore.Â
âIt was getting kinda boring, wasn't it? Just sitting by yourself at the bar,â you explained, swaying your hands back and forth as you walked along the coast. âI don't know if you know me, but I play football professionally too. For Arsenal and England. Iâm here on holiday with my family but they can get kind of crazy sometimes so I want to have some alone time for a bit.â
âI know the feeling. I'm here with my sister but she drives me crazy most of the time.â you laughed along with her.Â
âSo youâre free then,â you halted your steps. âSpend the day with me?â
Alexia gave you a huge smile and you wanted the waves to swallow you whole, because how can someone be so gorgeous?
âI thought the answer was obvious the moment I let you drag me away from my unfinished cocktail.â
âSorry,â you laughed. âIâll buy you a new one.â
âThatâs okay,â Alexia leaned forward and whispered in your ear. âAs long as you admit that youâre attracted to me at the end of the day.â
You gulped, the close proximity was making your head spin. âNever,â you stuck your tongue out at her.
âWeâll see.â Alexia leaned back and grinned. âFor now, can we go see some dolphins?â
You had already seen the dolphins the previous day. You hated it because the dolphins thought it was a good idea to splash water all over your brand new Dior bag and you swore you would never come back.Â
But Alexia was looking at you with wide, excited eyes and a smile so bright that you didnât have the heart to say no to her. So you went to see the dolphins and you did everything Alexia wanted.
The entire day, Alexia didnât let go of your hand and you swore you had never been happier.
â
You and Alexia ended up talking to each other everyday ever since the Ibiza trip. She didn't exactly tell you that she felt the same way you did, but you figured that her constant flirting was supposed to clue you in.Â
It went on for months and before you knew it, you were hopelessly in love with Alexia.Â
Alexia was kind, thoughtful, she was so passionate about the sport that you both loved so dearly and you were just a goner.Â
Who wouldnât be, honestly?
It was certainly a bonus point that she was super attractive too.Â
In the morning when Alexia would call you on facetime, and you were greeted with her face still full of sleep, blanket engulfing her as she recounts to you her plans for the day, you couldn't do anything but stare helplessly at how good she looked and how extra raspy her voice was.Â
You and Alexia never put a label on things but you figured you were sort of⌠dating? Or it was a⌠situationship? Whatever it was, you knew it was beyond the level of friendship.
You loved your friends and you called them on the daily, but you couldn't imagine doing it to this extent. Alexia would call you in the mornings and at night. Youâd call her when you got off training, youâd call her when you heard a funny joke Kyra said and you wanted to tell Alexia about it. She would call you when she got anxious because she was starting her match and her doubts of still being not good enough post ACL still haunted her.
You loved Leah, your bestest friend in the whole world, but you couldn't imagine telling her the things you told Alexia in the early hours of the morning. There were some things that you didnât think you'd share with anyone, but with Alexia, it was⌠simple. It was easy. It felt right.
But maybe it was all in your head.
It went on for so long that you didnât even think labeling it was important anymore. You were Alexiaâs and she was yours.
She told you she loved you, for fuckâs sake.
She told you she loved you and one day when you were at camp, Lucy mentioned how Alexia was seeing someone.
Someone who you thought was you, but how could that be if Lucy was talking about having a double date at the best paella place in Barcelona with Alexia and her girlfriend when you were all the way in London.Â
Apparently Alexiaâs girlfriend was someone named Olga and they'd been dating for a few months and your blood pressure went through the roof.
A few months.
You thought you were dating Alexia for a few months (one year actually, but you didnât give a fuck anymore).
You ignored Alexiaâs call that night because, what the fuck? She had a girlfriend in Spain and you were what? Her side piece? That thought made you sick.
You didn't reply to Alexiaâs messages anymore. Too hurt, too embarrassed at everything.
donât text me again, AlexiaÂ
I mean it
You declined all her calls and never bothered replying to her texts that were pleading to tell her what was wrong.
Eventually when weeks passed by and you still gave no response, she stopped trying.
You didn't know if you were relieved or disappointed.
â
It seemed like the universe had something against you because as soon as you got out of your car, Alexia was also getting out of her car across from you.
If you weren't so pissed off at the reminder that she was actually a part of Arsenal now, you would laugh at how comical this sight wasâyou scowling at her and Alexia scowling back at you.
âBon dĂa,â Alexia had the decency to greet you.
âMorning,â you grumpily greeted back.
You walked side by side into the building. you didn't know why, you could have walked faster, or slower, or turned in the other direction so you wouldn't have to walk by her side, but you did it anyway.
Despite only having hung out with her in person a few times during your time together/not together, you kinda missed her.
âIs this you finally being civil with me?âÂ
âI still hate you.â
âOkay ouch,â Alexia placed a hand over her heart, pouting at you. You continued to scowl at her, trying to hide how your heart had betrayed you and skipped a beat.
Before you had the chance to respond, you two arrived at the locker rooms. Only Leah was there, who immediately came over and sling an arm around your shoulder and grinned cheekily at you. âBest mates already, are we?â
You flicked Leahâs forehead, causing her to yelp and do the same to you. âLeave me alone, Leah,â you grumbled.
âSomeoneâs moody this morning,â Leah whispered to Alexia, to which the latter hummed in agreement.
âHave I mentioned how much I hate you both?â
Leah chuckled, whispering something to Alexia that you didn't quite catch. Nor did you care enough to find out.Â
How funny was your life right now? Your best friend and your⌠something were friends. Ugh. Your ex-something, now your teammate. Ugh.
You were too caught up in unpacking your things that you didn't notice Leah calling your name.
âY/N!âÂ
You turned around and raised an eyebrow at her. âWhat?â
âIâve been calling you twice! Alexia distracting you that much?â Leah said teasingly.
You looked towards Alexia who was changing her clothes, leaving her in a Nike sports bra and her abs on full display. Fuck. Bad idea.
âOh fuck off,â you quickly turned back around, feeling the heat rushed to your cheeks.
âStop being so moody,â Leah shook her head in amusement. âYouâre terrible when youâre moody.â
âNot moody.â
Leah chuckled like she couldnt believe you but she let it go. âWeâre planning a welcome party for Alexia this weekend at my place. Youâll be there, yeah?â
Your reply was immediate. âNo.â
âOh Iâm hurt,â speak of the devil. Alexia joined in on your conversation with Leah, now all dressed in her Arsenal training kit. Your eyes raked up and down her body. You didnât have time to admire her in her Arsenal kit yesterday. (You wouldn't admit that it looked good on her.) âYou wonât attend your own teammateâs welcoming party? Dios mĂo. So much for being a team.â
âNot if the teammate is you,â you retorted.
Alexia pouted at you. Leah looked like she was having the time of her life watching your interaction. âDo not be like that, darling,â Alexia teased. You badly wanted to smack her in the face. âYou did say you have always wanted us to play together. Now we are on the same team and you are acting like you hate me?âÂ
At that your eyes bulged out of its sockets. Leah looked mostly confused. âI never said that!â
Alexia only smirked at you as she passed by, blowing you a kiss before she went off to the pitch.Â
âSheâs so bloody annoying,â you grumbled after her. âI never said anything like that!â
â
The first time you argued with Alexia on the pitch, it was entirely your fault. You could admit this.Â
Alexia was dribbling the ballâlooking so good doing it, like everything was so effortless for her, that you sort of got annoyed and went in to tackle her. It couldâve ended badly if it werenât for Alexiaâs quick reflexes.
âOh come on! Thatâs a yellow!â Alexia looked genuinely pissed off, she quickly stood up, throwing her hands in the air.Â
âOops,â you shrugged, mockingly patting her cheeks. âGood reflexes though.â
All your teammates looked away as Jonas scolded you in front of everyoneânot that you care, you werenât hearing a word he said. You were too busy sending a smirk Alexiaâs way. You didnât look guilty in the slightest and that was probably what made Alexiaâs blood boil.
She took her water bottle and she didnât just spray water on you, she turned the cap and poured the whole thing on top of your head.
âOops,â Alexia mocked your earlier words.Â
Oh you were livid. âWhat the bloody hell is wrong with you?!âÂ
Alexia leaned in and whispered in your ear, âYou should work on your reflexes, babe,â before walking away. She didnât get to walk very far before you ran after her and jumped on her back, tackling her to the ground.
You didnât know what you wanted to do but you were so annoyed at Alexiaâannoyed that she was able to get under your skin, annoyed that she was so attractive and you were still so attracted to her even though she broke your heart! It was ridiculous.
You were tackling each other on the field, and you could hear Alexia start to laugh and you realized it was because you were tickling her and Alexia was ticklish.
âY/N! Stop! What the hell!â You sure as hell werenât stopping now.
(It was definitely not because of how addictive the sound of Alexiaâs laughter was.)
âSay sorry!â You shouted back, you were straddling her at this point, your hands still poking at her sides.
âNo!â
âAlexia! Say sorry!â
âNo! Get off!â
âIâm not getting off until you say sorry!â
All your teammates were watching the scene with bewilderment on their faces. Earlier, when you tackled Alexia, everyone was holding their breath, anticipating the bomb that was due to explode anytime (the bomb here being the tension created by you and Alexia being in each otherâs vicinity).Â
Now, everyone was just amused. You two were still taking turns straddling each other, trying to outpower the other, a scowl ever present on your face (although if one were to look closely, you did let a smile slip). Everyone thought you hated each other. Jonas was making himself go crazy trying to find the history between you, needing to find a solution to make you like each other as one of you leaving was not an option.
Now, everyone could see that you two were fine. Some unresolved tension, for sure. Full on hatred? Not so much.
â
The days passed by pretty quickly and the next thing you knew you were standing in front of Leahâs door, about to enter Alexiaâs welcoming party, the one you were adamant to not show up to.
Leah then threatened to take away your PlayStation for a month to which you finally caved in with the biggest sigh and âRemember Lee, itâs not about me wanting to be friends with Alexia, okay? I literally cannot live if you revoke my PlayStation privileges!â
You entered Leahâs place with an even more sour mood than you were at training this week.
Training was fine, as always. Having Alexia there to train with you in London Colney was not fine.
(Although you couldnât help but notice how well you and Alexia played with each other, managing to have some sort of telepathy that let you two find one another on the pitch.Â
Just your damn luck.)
You made your rounds and spoke with everyone. You were less tense now, somehow having adjusted to Alexia being around.
You could see the relief in Leah and Kimâs face when they saw you werenât trying to start fights with the new signing anymore.
So much so that they decided it was you and Alexia that had to be the one to get more beers in Leahâs pantry. You took the instructions with a scowl, Alexia trailing behind you like a lost puppy.
You entered Leahâs pantry (if one could even call it that, it was spacious, Leah had more space than one living alone would need), and you were about to tell Alexia to hold the door open and not let it shut because the handle was broken and Leah still havenât gotten it fixed when Alexia shut the door closed.
âFuck.â
âWhat?â
âGuess weâre stuck here.â
â
After both of you had tried your luck by pulling the door handle and nothing seemed to work, you two settled on the floor, sitting on opposite ends of the room.
You were scowling at the blonde, who was looking everywhere but you, a guilty expression on her face.
âThis is all your fault,â you were sulking. You both stupidly didnât bring your phones and you couldnât call anyone for help. âThis is all your fault,â you repeated.
âI told you, Iâm sorry,â Alexia mumbled, bringing her knees to her chest. You hated that she looked like a kicked puppy.
You sighed. Maybe you were being too harsh on her. âIâm surprised there hasn't been an uproar online with you leaving Barcelona,â you changed the subject.
Alexia raised an eyebrow at you, not expecting you to start another conversation apart from telling her that being stuck here was Alexiaâs fault. âIt hasn't been announced yet,â she clarified.
âWell, goodluck,â you felt bad for her. Just a bit. âTheyâre going to rip you apart for that. Unloyal, how you downgraded, and all that.â
Alexia let out a big sigh. âI know. I have prepared myself for it. The goodbye video is a good one though, it was so emotional, I even cried. I just hope people understand.â
You looked at her, you still couldnât understand her. âI thought you loved Barça? You are quite literally a carbon copy of Leah with Arsenal.â
âI did. I do. I love the club with all my heart, you know that.â
When you didn't reply Alexia continued.
âThere were a lot of factors, to put it simply. Financials, is one. I didnât like that in order for me to receive more, someone has to get less. We won the Quadruple, we won a lot of fucking things for the club, there should be enough money going around. Anyway, I wonât go into detail because it is a lot more complicated than that. Then there was going to be changes, with Jona leaving and all. I didnât like where it was headed.â
Alexia took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. âI didnât want to leave everyone behind, but I felt that it was for the best. They still have Marta and Patri so Iâm leaving them in good hands.â
âSorry to hear that,â you murmured, now feeling guilty for your behaviour towards her ever since she got here.
Alexia turned to look at you and gone were the wistful look in her eyes. She looked sereneâif that was even possible after leaving the club of your life.
âThen you were also a factor, definitely,â Alexia said so softly that you might have missed it. âI didn't know why you were suddenly ignoring me, I feel like I definitely did something wrong because we were fine one day and not the next. I want to apologize for whatever it was. I really do miss you.â
You could only look at her as you processed her words. Your loud laugh broke the silence âMe? You moved to shitty Arsenal because of me? Please be serious.â
Alexia laughed at that. âDonât call your club shitty. I think itâs quite a good club. With an interesting league.â
âIf you're comparing it to Barcelonaââ
âI like it here so far,â Alexia interjected. âYou should be proud of your club.â
âOf course I amââ
âAnd youâre here so itâs definitely a bonus point.â
âNo, no, wait, just pause,â you ran your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath. What the fuck was going on. You stood up and started pacing the floor, Alexia looking at you expectantly. âYou,â you pointed at her. âMoved to Arsenal, to bloody London,â you waved your hand around, âbecause of me?â you pointed at yourself in disbelief.
âOne of the reasons, yes.â
âNo!â
Alexia looked taken aback at your outburst, her face showing that she was amused at you. âWhat do you mean no?â
âNo as in you're lying.â
âIâm not lying,â she rolled her eyes at you.Â
âYes, you are.â
Alexia mumbled some Catalan you didn't understand and stood up, inching closer to you. When she was about to take your hand, you immediately pulled away, âStop,â you warned her, âyou have a girlfriend.â
âWhat?â Now it was you who was taken aback by her outburst.
âI know all about your Spanish girlfriend,â you crossed your arms over your chest. âSo cut it out.â
âI donât have a Spanish girlfriend?â Alexia was confused and you were too, but you know she has a hot, Spanish girlfriend somewhere in Barcelona and it was igniting the rage in the pit of your stomach.
âLucy told me that you went on a double date with her and Ona. While we were together,â you scoffed. âSo not only do you have a girlfriend but you cheated.â
âWhat!â Alexia looked at you like you were crazy. âCheated? SĂ, I was in love with you, but we were never together?!â
Your jaw went slack at that, how could she?
âNever together- all the daily calls and texts and the I love you? Jesus, Alexia. What was all that?â
Realization seemed to dawn on her face at the same time as yours. There was a chance that⌠Alexia didnât think you were together when you thought otherwiseâŚ?
âI didnâtââ Alexia sighed, shaking her head. âI thought we were friends!â
You groaned, palming your face. Oh my god. This must singlehandedly be the most humiliating point in your life. You were heartbroken over someone who didn't think you were together? âWhat kind of friendsââ
âOkay, okay,â Alexia stepped closer to you, her hands reaching out in an attempt to touch yours. âLo siento. I really am.â You let her touch you, Alexia immediately holding your hands and running soothing circles with her thumb.
âI didn't know you felt that way towards me, honestly,â Alexia continued. âI was trying to forget you, so I went out with someone for a bit but it was nothing serious. Iâwait, was that why you stopped talking to me?â
Still feeling the embarrassment, you pulled your hands from her grip and began walking towards the door. Before you remembered that you were locked in. Great.
Alexia caught up to you, essentially blocking your path. Not that you could go anywhere anyway.Â
âY/N,â Alexia gave a small laugh and you frowned at her. What was so funny about this? âYou thought we were together?â
Your frown deepend even further, hearing her say it out loud was so, so embarrassing. âYeah, whatever, go ahead and laugh at me.â
Alexia turned serious at your tone. âI am not laughing at you. I promise,â she took your hands in hers. âI think it is⌠cute. We both suck at communication. Iâm sorry.â Alexia brought your hands up to her lips, pressing the softest kiss to your knuckles.Â
You wanted to die, in a good way. But you were still so embarrassed about this whole thing, so you remained quiet.
âI was in love with you,â Alexia clarified. âStill am. But I did not know that you feel the sameââ
You groaned. âI donât call my friends 24/7 or end everything with an âI love youâ. Of course I was in love with you!â
âI am oblivious, I know!â Alexia laughed. âSorry! But you never clarified things.â
âI thought it was obvious,â you pushed her shoulder halfheartedly. âIf we were to date and you do those things with someone else, I would be concerned.â
âNever,â Alexia placed her hands around your waist, having you essentially pressed against her. âSorry again about everything.â
âYou should be,â you whispered, the close proximity making your heart beat wildly against your chest. âYou broke my heart without knowing it.â
âWonât ever do it again, te prometo,â Alexia rested her forehead against yours. Alexia filled all your senses and you were overcome with a wave of contentment. âJust so we are clear⌠you like me in a romantic sense and you want to date me, romantically, yes?â
You could only roll your eyes, grabbing her by the neck to pull her in for a kiss.
Suddenly the door flew open, causing you two to break apart. It was Leah, a bewildered look on her face with a screwdriver in hand. You didnât even realize she was trying to open the door.
âI thought you two hated each other?!â
You opened your mouth to reply but you didn't get the chance to, not when Alexia grabbed your jaw to turn you towards her and placed her lips back on yours.
âSeriously?!â
You heard Leah muttering curse words as she slammed the door shut and Alexia giggling against your lips at the same time. You were the most content you had ever been.
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When you and Alexia werenât throwing snide remarks at one another, people started to look at you weirdly, apart from Leah, obviously, who was sporting the biggest scowl on her face.
You didn't get a chance to talk to her after she caught you, your best friend prying the door open once more then left without a word, trying to act like a good host and preparing unnecessary foods and drinks for everyone. Basically, she was ignoring you.
You've known Leah all your life and you knew she was pissed that she was kept in the dark about your⌠developments with Alexia. To be fair, the developments did happen a few minutes before Leah got the door to open, so you didn't really have time to tell her.
Plus, you hadn't told her about how you and Alexia were sort of together but not really for a year and you knew Leah would be even more pissed that you decided to omit this from her. You loved Leah for it though. You knew she meant well. She was very protective over you.
You knew better than to approach Leah when she was like this, opting to leave her to brood in peace for a few days.
You would tell her about Alexia eventually, never really one to keep secrets from her.Â
At the thought of Alexia, you instantly had a smile on your face.
You two were back to the way it was beforeâregular calls and texts, only this time you could meet each other for coffee in between the time you werenât calling or texting each other.
This time, you two were on the same page. You were in love with each other. No one else. And you were dating each otherâno one else.
Training became⌠eventful.Â
Not only were you and Alexia civil, you two were making jokes with each other. At one point, you even managed to hug her discreetly, when no one was aroundâor so you thought anyway.
âWhoa.â
You instantly pulled back at the voice, it turned out to be Mariona, Alexiaâs Spain teammate.
âSince when is La Reina a hugger?â
âShut up, Mario,â Alexia glared at her, although you could see the small smile on her lips. âWe are dating. Of course we hug. Just be thankful we were not in the middle of making out or doing something worse.â
What?
You could only stare at Alexia in shock, mouth hanging open. Mariona was the same, she was catatonic.
Whatever you were expecting to come out of Alexiaâs mouth, it wasn't that.
âI think you broke poor Mario,â a voice chimed in from the doorway. âI was the one who walked in on their making out session,â Leah continued, stepping into the room. âThat was pretty traumatizing.â
Leah was looking at you with that glint in her eyes, one that told you all was well. âYou still mad at me Williamson?â
Leah scoffed. âOh please. Why would I be mad at you?â
âBecause I didnât tell you Ale and I were a thing, and because you had to walk in on me being all over her- in my defense, have you seen her? How could you not want to jump her bonesââ
âOkay, nope!â Leah closed her eyes with a grimace, trying to burn the memory away. âPlease, please keep it in your pants.â
You shook your head fondly at her, moving forward to engulf her in a hug. âDinner at my place tonight?â
Leah pulled back and placed the sloppiest kiss on your cheek. âSure, darling. I know youâve missed me!â
âLee! What the fuck!â Leah was giggling and you were shooting daggers at her. Alexia was looking at the both of you with amusement on her face.Â
Mariona suddenly burst into laughter, taking everyone by surprise. âThis is gold,â Mariona said in between her laughs. âSo I am not the only one who moved countries for a girl?â
Alexia looked genuinely offended at the accusation. âI did not move here because of a girl!â
You wrapped your arms around her waist, âOh you so did, babe. Thatâs okay, no one is holding it against you. I am pretty hot.â
Alexia was about to counter your statement when Mariona chimed in, an ear-splitting grin on her face, âI am going to go tell everyone about this.â
âWhat- no! Mario!â Alexia went to chase after the brunette who had made her exit. You could hear their voices echoing throughout the hall. âI moved here because of a lot of reasons, you know this!â
âSo,â Leah kicked your shoe to get your attention. âAlexia, huh? Didn't you say she was overrated?â
âShut up.â
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This happen to my bestie last week ajsjsjsjsns
She came to school all moody instead of cheery and vibrant and it's not normal to see her like thatâ I asked what happened, at first she doesn't speaks and just shook her head. Like, 20 minutes later, she suddenly cried. I was there next to her and comfort her, (I literally get all concerned and panicked)
During break, I asked again why she is like that and she told me that her mom told her to die out of frustration (Likeâ girl, wth) it is all because her little sister overslept and make her late for school. And her mother also late for works.
So, can I ask how LaDS men comfort their partner when they're feeling down? đĽşđĽş
Thanks âĄâ (â ÓŚâ ď˝â ÓŚâ ・â )
Lnds: Comfort for a crying heart
Warning: Comfort. GN!Reader
Author's note: I'm sorry to hear that about your bestie, no person should ever be told that especially by their mother. I'm sending my hugs to you, your bestie and everyone who's having a hard time! You have my full love and support!
Zayne: The Patient Comforter
Zayne never sensed the shift in your personality that day. He knew there was something different with you, but he didn't think much of it, considering it was morning time. When he got home after work, he found it odd that his house was very silent. It was as if it had gone back to the days when you hadn't moved in yet. He entered your shared bedroom and found you sleeping, but it was odd, too, because the room was too dark and the air was too dry.
He changed his clothes and tucked himself into bed, but unlike his usual routine, he wrapped his hand around your waist and buried his nose in your hair. You were running hot, and simply by that alone, he knew you had been crying. He hugged you while you sobbed quietly and tried to catch your breath.
"It will be alright, honey," he would whisper to you and rub your arms. When you rolled over to him, you immediately buried your face in his chest. There was nothing to say to him at all; it was just one of those bad days when all the bad things chose to be at the forefront of your mind. Zayne stroked your hair and pulled you in closer to his chest, not minding the snot and tear marks you were making on his gray shirt.
When you let go of him and scooted back a little, he went to the kitchen and brewed you tea. He came back and handed it to you while waiting to see if you wanted to tell him how you felt. You looked so tired in his eyes, so he was very, very patient with you. You both talked to each other for a good hour or two, and Zayne listened intently, asking you how you felt.
He wiped your tears for you and lent you his shoulder when you spoke. His hand held onto yours, and his thumb brushed the back of your palm while you cried again.
Rafayel: The Comforting Joker
Rafayel is more perceptive than you thought. The moment you stepped into his house, he could see that you were in a bad mood. He stared at you, and the first thing he asked was, "Why the long face?" which was pretty odd considering that you were smiling.
You thought you were holding it in so well, but when he asked that question, everything seemed to slowly topple down in an instant. You found a way to distract yourself in his home, but Rafayel was having none of it. He looked so serious about it, and not a single hint of teasing escaped his mouth.
His frown made you frown as well. You decided to give in and tell him what was wrong, how you felt heavy when you woke up in the morning, and how things seemed to go wrong the moment you got out of bed. The moment a single tear fell down your cheek, Rafayel pulled you into a tight, long hug. He said a lot of stuff to try and cheer you up, and he did his best to make you laugh even if it made him look stupid; he didn't mind doing it for you.
Along the way, he talked about how he'd rate bomb that rude store and punch that post you walked into, and as stupid as that sounded, you managed to let out a stupid laugh. When Rafayel saw that, he was more than glad to see you slowly getting back on your feet.
Throughout the whole day, he gave in to your whims, doing things that you liked and eating the food you wanted to eat at that moment. He acted all cutesy for you because he knew you liked that about him the most, but he didn't joke with you in return. Instead, he acted all romantic and such.
Xavier: The Silent Comforter
Xavier could sense that something was off. Everything was in its place, and you were acting practically the same as every day, but he couldn't help but be instinctively close to you as if the energy he was sensing was oozing out of your body. He was quiet beside you, tending to his own entertainment, but the moment he heard a sniff, all his suspicions were confirmed.
Xavier kept his lips shut and reached an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. He didn't say a word to you. You continued to sniffle and hiccup while watching the movie, but both of you knew you weren't actually paying attention to the show.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
Xavier would pat your arm or your thigh to comfort you, placing a kiss every now and then. He listened intently to your rants and your concerns, nodding and asking the right questions. It was his strategy to get you to relax and let it all out naturally. Albeit he'd have a hard time trying to understand you through your sobbing, all he knew was that you needed him at that moment.
It didn't take long for you to calm down and doze off to sleep, feeling the emotional exhaustion weigh you down more than you'd like to admit. You always fell asleep on his lap because he would always comb through your hair while you spoke.
A few hours later, you would wake up next to Xavier on the bed, and on the night table was some convenience store food that he bought.
Sylus: The Kissing Comforter
Sylus didn't know you were having a bad day, even if you were going on and on about that small little thing that made you feel so infuriated. Although he was listening very, very intently, offering you some practical advice and partially suggesting that he could deal with it for you, it wasn't until you headed to the restroom that Luke and Kieran sneaked into his office after hearing the entire thing.
Sylus was confused when the twins told him that you were crying on the way to the bathroom. At that moment, Luke and Kieran thought that their boss was tooâŚinsensitive. Sylus knew the look on their faces.
When you headed back to his office after half an hour, Sylus was waiting for you by the door. He pulled you into his grasp and brushed his thumb under your puffy eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked, and you burst out crying ugly like you did in the bathroom. He frowned when you told him that you were just having a bad day, but Sylus could see right through you.
Your efforts in brushing your own misery aside were futile at best.
He picked you up and carried you to the couch, and he patted your back like a baby. You went on and on again about how you felt so bad and why everything was going in the wrong direction, and this time, Sylus was quiet, shushing you and telling you, "Don't cry; everything will be better tomorrow." When you had nothing left to say, Sylus slowly began to distract you by giving you kisses in between cries, touching you, and petting you until you couldn't think of anything else for a few minutes. He nibbled on your ear and whispered sweet nothings alongside comforting words.
Author footnotes: I'm more than sure that their way of comforting the reader/you would vary depending on how you particularly act when you're having a bad day so I decided to go generic and not specify anything... Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost |
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Forbidden dream (G!P Nayeon x Fem!R)
I was thinking of this little sadistic fucker and well... I hope you enjoy yourselves. I know I did.
cw: g!p, dacryphilia, masturbation, noncon, dubcon, jerking off, face slapping, humiliation, unprotected sex, degradation kink (sorry I'm not big in degradation since i prefer praise but I tried ok), tit slapping, spitting, a lot of cum in face (nasty, i love it), creampie, anal fingering, sadistic nayeon, bully captain im, not really proofread, etc;
The military was definitely an experience. Sometimes you honestly questioned what the fuck you had in mind when you decided to join, specially because you have been tormented by your boss, Captain Im, since the very beginning. She would pick on you for every apparent reason, always making very known her distaste for you and your quiet demeanor.
You tried your best to ignore her, but it was seemingly impossible to, specially after you had a three week mission together, staying on the same dorm because you were the only two women at it. Of course it was a fucking bunk bed and of course she made you stay on the one under hers. It was impressive how that woman could be captain when in reality she was nothing but a mean girl, a bully.
A very scary one.
It's been months until you finally hit your breaking point. Sort of.
You were leaving the shower when you bumped face first into her, your wet self literally "staining" her green shirt with nothing but water. She made a scowl, rolling her eyes.
"Look where you are going" Her nasty look didn't help at all.
"I'm sorry-" You started saying but she cut you off.
"No need to start whining" She walked past you, unbuckling her belt to get in the shared bathroom.
You stood there for about a minute or two bsolutely stunned at how uneducated that woman could be, how very rude and unnecessarily mean she was. You were mad. Why did she always had to make a comment, be rude to you at all? What did you ever do to her?
Oh no you weren't mad, you were enraged.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You entered the shared bathroom, opening the stall full force, not caring if she was naked or not.
As if you were nothing but an insect, she turned around very slowly.
"What did you say?" She said very calmly, poison dripping from that 'calm' tone.
You tried, you really tried to not stare but it was impossible not to notice that thing between her legs. It was pretty big and you were sure it was semi hard by the looks of it. It literally twitched and you gulped.
"You were saying, Sargent?" She closed the shower, pulling a towel to cover her lower half and not really minding to hide her perky tits as well.
"I- uhm" you tried to say, staring at her face now. Your cheeks felt so warm you knew you could fry an egg on them. You lost every single line of thought you could ever have, specially because the bulge under the towel was getting visibly bigger.
She scoffed.
"I don't even know why you bother starting something you can't finish" She stepped closer, her body now warm because of the hot shower. You clutched your towel so hard it hurt. "You wanna know what's wrong with me..." She eyed you up and down and you shivered, your eyes watering. "You are a cry baby, sweetie. That's the whole problem" She lift her hand and you flinched, but she didn't hit you. Nayeon caught the tear that fell from your right eye with her thumb, taking it to her lips and smiling. "You are damn lucky you are pretty when you cry"
She lightly pushed you out of the bathroom, slamming the door on your face. You were stunned now, shocked out of your mind.
"What the hell did just happen?" You put your hand on your cheek, the one she touched. You could feel yourself tightening around nothing.
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The aftermath of your wannabe rage outburst was awkward. Staying in the same room as her made your mind wander over and over again to that huge thing between her legs. You kept your eyes down the whole day, trying your best to not cross her at all, but anytime you saw her point to anything you remembered her thumb on your cheek and that feeling came back cascading like a waterfall.
And soon as they said the meeting for the day ended you ran back to your shared room, taking a quick cold shower to try taking that wetness and dirty feelings off of you. Unfortunately for you, she was right there when you left the shower, resting on the small couch with her eyes closed, still on her uniform. Her legs were spread and her bulge quite visibly there.
You shook off that feeling, doing your best to try changing into your pajamas without disturbing her peaceful rest, going straight up to your bed. You closed your eyes, focusing on sleeping and trying your best to not make any sound and relax.
You sure managed to do all that, relaxing onto the comfort of your covers and mattress, finally able to let Captain Im Nayeon go from your thoughts.
Or so you thought.
You first heard a faint whimper, not really picking up on what that meant; then the wet sounds came. You froze. 'Okay maybe that's not what I think it is' you thought.
"Fuck..." You heard her whisper. Your heartbeat quickened and you pondered if she'd see you peeking. You gulped moving ever so slightly, slowly you peeked under the bunk bed and to where you saw her figure and there she was.
Lights were off but under the dim light of the moon entering the room from the windows you could see her silhouete, her legs still spread but this time they were unzipped and that bulge was now standing out of it's confinement. Her cock seemed big and by the sound she was making, very senstive too. She was fucking her hand very slowly, the end of her shirt between her teeth so it wouldn't stand in the way of her ministrations or maybe to muffle her noise. Actually, cut that last part out, she wouldn't hide that from you.
"Jesus christ" You heard her mutter, her hand sliding up and down faster and harder now, eyes closed and furrowed eyebrows, hissing when her other palm cupped the tip in a rubbing motion. She was almost climaxing, you could see by the way her hips bucked. You slid your hand inside your sleeping shorts as well, touching your wet pussy and biting the back of your other hand. She looked right where you were, almost as if she could see through you. It scared you but of it didn't stop what you were doing; in fact, it turn you on even more.
You circled your clit faster, it was pulsing under your fingers. Nayeon smiled when you moaned.
"Fuck, look at your pathetic little face" Her cock was leaking so much precum, you wanted to drink every single drop. "Come here" She commanded and as if you had no free will, you immediatelly got down your bed, kneeling right between her thighs, pleading eyes watcing her face contort in this beautiful way. "I'm gonna cum all over your face" She growled, aiming the slit of her cock to you and doing what she just said, splashing her cum on your face and boobs, smiling down at you. "Open your mouth now"
You were about to do what she told you to, when all of a sudden the sound of your alarm went off pulling you out of that dream.
You woke up confused, looking around and seeing her in front of the mirror, tightening her bun. Your eyes met and she gave you a side smile.
"Nice dreams?" She turned around. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" She stepped closer to where you were and your heart sunk, your eyes looking down. "Although one can't consider all those noises 'talking'" Nayeon shook her head and left, leaving you there with a throbbing pussy and memories of the wildest wet dream ever.
A week or so had passed since the dream.
You were so confused. Why would you feel attracted to her? Why couldn't you stop imagining her cum all over your face? Her degrading you while those huge hands wrapped around your neck and her cock fucked you hard? Ugh, you were going insane, your horniness reaching places you never thought it could, even walking was becoming something umbearable due to the stickyness of your throbbing pussy.
You finally had a moment alone after she went on a mission and was expected to come back in two days. You had two days to fuck yourself dumb to try to satisfy your needy state.
You sat down on the small couch, immediately pulling your pants off and reaching for your aching clit.
"Fucking hell" You hissed, pulling them off too. It was drenched, sensitive as you never felt before. You circled it lightly, whimpering when you felt that rush of energy going through your body, your clit hard and poking out of its hood.
It took you less than you expected to cum. So you did it again and again until all you could feel was your trembling legs and that stickyness gushing out of your sensitive slit. You barely registred when you fell sleep, legs slightly apart, your glistening pussy furiously reddened due to all that action.
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Nayeon reached for the doorknob and it was, unusually, locked. Her perverted mind going far so so quickly, thinking you might have someone over. She could tell by the whimpering and the talking in your sleep that you've been having wet dreams for a while now and she definitely knew it was about her. So since you couldn't have her you'd probably try to find some replacement. Oh but she wanted you to wait a bit more to actually have what she had for you.
Nayeon was a patient woman. Not once touching herself to your sounds just so she could store her load better for you. Biting her lip she got her keys and unlocked the heavy door. The sight was better than she imagined, her cock instantly getting erect inside her trousers, her mouth wattering with desire.
You looked dazzling for her in your dishevelled state; your shirt lift up showing your tummy, legs spread and swollen pussy. Oh she was having a feast.
Slowly unzipping her pants, she freed her girthy cock as her eyes scanned your face and pussy. It was painfully hard as she spat on the tip; the first stroke felt heavenly, her eyes slowly rolling to the back of her skull as she whimpered, a moan scaping her plump lips. She hated your whiny little self, but since she saw tears roll down your face she thought nothing but how to make you cry even more for her, getting off to the feeling of letting you desperate for her.
She positioned herself just above your face, her precum doing all the work on making her big hands slide up and down on her cock; the loud squealching sound slowly made your eyes open as she stared down at you.
There she was in her glory, jerking off just as you were god knows how long ago. It was a dream. It only could be.
Thinking it was a dream, you wrapped your hand around her base, horniness filling your mind as your cunt pulsed in need, desperate to feel something. Without a word you got down from the couch, kneeling in front of her and taking her inside your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip and she hissed, grabing you by the hair with much needed strength, pulling your mouth closer to the base of it.
You gagged hard as she bobbed your head up and down, clenching each time your nose touched her abs, your eyes welling up with tears.
"Fuck" She held you in place for about 5 seconds as your throat clenched on her big cock. Your hands pushed her by the thighs but she wouldn't move. It wasn't a dream. "Pushing me away now pretty girl?" She pulled your hair back, taking her cock off your mouth. "You were the one who started it" She slapped your face as you panted, wetness dripping down your leg and on the carpet. "Now you are going to take it and I won't hear any of your pleas for me to stop" She growled.
"I-" You tried to say anything but that humiliating feeling of being so aroused by that bully was something overwhelming to the point of despair. "Please" You said in this shaky moany breath, eyebrows knit together.
"Oh fuck, you look pretty like this" She squeezed your face between her fingers, her nails digging a bit as she jerked off to the sight of you. "I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face" And that being said her cock was back inside your mouth, pistoning fast as you gagged and cried, drooling all over your boobs and her thighs, your nose runny as well since you tried hard to breathe through it. "Fucking pathetic slut" She said, panting. "You think I haven't seen how you were looking at me?"
Uncousciousness was almost reaching you due to the lack of air, but nayeon wouldn't stop if you wanted to. You definitely didn't wanted to.
"You think - fuck - I didn't hear you whining in your dream for me to fucking cum on your pretty face?" She said, her hips moving with violence. It hurt so bad but felt way too good. "Now take it you filthy thing" She held your head with one hand and her cock with the other, splashing her hot semen all over your face as you closed your mouth and eyes. It was a never ending rope of thick white liquid, it really did the job for Nayeon as her hips stuttered. "Hell" She kept jerking off, squeezing every drop of her cum all over your face. "You look pretty now"
She took her sweaty uniform tshirt off, doing the same to you as she ripped it off of your skin. Manhandling you, she slapped your tits hard as you moaned, pulling you to get on your back, your knees pushed by her hands to your chest to show your whole swollen pussy for her. It was pulsing, leaking your arousal onto your asshole.
"Now that's what i'm talking about" nayeon didn't even stop to think, shoving her cock inside of you in one go, hissing.
"C-captain" You whined, hands grabbing her wrists as she suffocated your with her whole weight, holding your cum splashed face between her slender fingers to open your mouth for her to spit on your tongue.
"Filthy whore" Nayeon spat again, now on your face. Your pussy needed that attention, that heat inside of it.
"I'm gonna cum, god" you cried out and she fucked you even harder, your scalp tingling as your muscles spasmed.
"I don't give a fuck" She closed her eyes, chasing her own climax as yours washed over you just by hearing her degrading tone, the skin slapping so loud your were almost deaf by it, your breath being knocked out of you over and over. Your womb hurt with how much force she was putting behind each thrust.
You squeezed her cock so good, but she wanted something different. She pulled you up to turn you over in all fours, her big hands immediately finding your hips after she pushed you face down on the floor.
She spread your ass cheeks with both hands, gripping the skin so tight you could feel her nails digging in. Nayeon moaned, her eyes trained on where the two of your were connected, your pussy deliciously stretched around her big veiny dick.
"Oh you are swallowing me whole" She said, one of her fingers circling your asshole as you clenched. It was too much but you had nothing left in you to say or do anyhting.
She spat on her fingers before pushing her thumb past your entrance and your knees almost gave up on holding you. It hurt, it was humilliating.
"More" You sobbed, crying like you never had before. "Cap- please" You choked, rolling your eyes as one more finger was added inside your asshole, her cock furiously sliding in and out of you.
"Dumb little whore, you can't even speak properly and want more?" Nayeon moaned, her eyebrows furrowed together as her vision started to go white.
She was the Captain Im Nayeon and you were draining her. Resting her weight on her heels, not thrusting anymore only pulling you to her with her right hand as your ass swallowed two fingers of her left.
"Fucking hell" Nayeon closed her eyes, unable to hold back anymore. Holding your hips flush into hers she came, trembling, her sweat dripping down her face to your back.
Her cock throbbed inside you, spurting her cum each time it happened. You clenched, absolutely spent as she thrusted a few times, pulling it out at the same time she pulled her fingers, watching her cum ooze out of you and your asshole clench because of the sudden emptiness.
"You are a whiny little thing but damn..." She tapped your drenched pussy with her semi hard cock, eliciting a loud cry from you. "That's a good pussy" She breathed out, exhausted.
You fell forward spent, used, stretched, humiliated and so full of her cum. Watching her get up you closed your eyes, this time knowing very well your forbidden dream came true as you dozed off.
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