#if he could bottle the sound and get drunk off her laughter every night he would LB SOC Kanej

[acourtofquestions]

Rowan laughed again— and Aelin thought she might never get sick of it, that laugh. That smile.

[blackdollette]

i wanna see plus size gf reader and euro. like one of his band mates r hanging out at a small get together (it's basically like an after party. so everyones high and/or drunk) and euros very much into pda when hes under the influence so he makes a little motion at his girlfriend for her to sit in his lap. and one of the guys is like "oo.. careful, euro. dont want her to break you." and euro can see she gets a little upset and moves back to her spot on the floor and euro is NOT having that. he isnt the most affectionate lover but he doesnt want her to ever feel bad about her having some extra cushion. so hes just like "you wouldn't know what to do with all that woman anyways, fucking virgin."

and if ur in a smutty mood maybe when they get home and he sees shes still upset he has her staring into the mirror and its pretty rare for him to do this.. but he eats her out and has her stare at her body in the mirror. and then when it hits the main course hes praising her body non stop. "fuck, baby. love the way your tits bounce like that" "yeah let that ass jiggle on me, slut" "thats a good fucking girl, nobody could handle these fucking thighs like i can" etc 🤭

yall are too good with there requests 😩

"the shape of my body." | euronymous

a&w. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1213

contents: bodyshaming, self harm (a little), oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

after his show, you and the rest of his band made your way to the den, getting ready for the afterparty of his biggest show yet. as soon as you arrived, the drinking and partying began. euronymous and his bandmates were drinking, smoking and having a good time, but you were just hanging out in a corner trying not to be seen.

he noticed this as he sat down on the couch, a beer bottle in his hand. you catch his stare as he looks you in the eyes from a far. then he gestures for you to come sit with him, or rather on him. you couldn’t help but smile as you made your way to him. you liked it when he was affectionate, and it seemed like you were going to get a lot of affection tonight.

you perched yourself on his lap, him instantly pulling you into him with a big smile on his face. then your heard laughter from two of his bandmates. you didn’t think anything of it until you saw one making a circular shape with his hands. it was happening again. one whispered something into the other ear, making him bark out a laugh.

then he walked up to euronymous, sitting on the couch beside him. he had an annyoing little smirk on his face. “careful there, big girl. you wouldn’t wanna break our guitarist’s lap, would you?” the rest of the members burst into laughter. you felt tears pricking your eyes as you slipped off of his lap and pulled your skirt over your thighs.

euronymous shot them all a glare so strong that it could sear off skin. “you’re saying that like you’ve ever felt the touch of a woman. other than your mother, that is. and even she won’t let you suck on her tits anymore.” the room went silent, apart from a few more laughs from a few other guys.

euronymous tried reaching out to touch you, but you pushed him away. you were silent for the rest of the night, keeping your head down and not looking up for even a second. you looked at your thighs, cursing every cell in your body for making you look this way. euronymous couldn’t help but look at you as your eyes filled with tears. he wanted to get you out of there.

so you and him walked out, driving back home. you didn’t say a single word the whole drive. one little comment had completely ruined the night for you, and all you wanted to do was disappear. you rushed into the washroom, turning on the tap to cover the sound of you crying. you undressed, looking at your body in the mirror.

you poked and pressed different parts of yourself, feeling more miserable by the second. you wondered why euronymous was even dating you anyway. you heard everything that his “friends” said behind his back about you, and it made your heart ache. you filled the bathtub with boiling hot water before getting in, wincing as the temperature made your skin burn.

after a long bath, you stepped out of the bathroom, your eyes red from crying for so long. you walked into the bedroom, meeting euronymous who was sat down on the edge of the bed. as you entered, he stood up and grabbed the towel that you were wrapped in, throwing it to the ground. you were about to protest when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a much needed hug.

you felt your eyes welling up once again. you didn’t think he’d care this much about how much that comment had hurt you, but he surprised you everyday. then he pushed you to the bed, right by the mirror and made you lay down. you followed his order, not really knowing what to expect. then he spread your legs apart, seeing your little pussy right there.

you gasped quietly, the mood changing in an instant. he buried his face in between your legs as he started hungrily sucking on your clit, rubbing your thighs as they started to shake. your moans quickly became uncontrollable as he licked every inch of your sweet little pussy. he began tongue fucking you, reaching a hand up to start playing with your tits.

he moaned into your pussy as he sucked it, telling you how beautiful you were and how you were the only person he would ever truly love. he felt your pussy throbbing on his tongue, signalling your climax. he inserted two fingers, quickly moving them in and out of your tight hole. you screamed as the pleasure in your body grew.

you saw him moving his hips a little, trying to get some movement against his painfully hard cock. you started gripping the bedsheets as he sucked on every single part of your pussy. you put your hand in his hair as you came all over is tongue. he licked up every last drop of it, wiping his mouth after and smiling at you.

he pulled you off of the bed as he laid down, taking your place. he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his aching cock. you already got the message. you crawled on top of him, your legs on either side of his. he grabbed your hips and lowered you onto his cock, feeling your tight walls clenching around him.

a long groan emerged from him as you started moving up and down. he sat up, not being able to resist seeing your beautiful tits bouncing in front of him like that. he took one in his mouth, sucking on it like his life depended on it. “such perfect tits, baby… so fucking pretty…” he used his other hand to pinch your nipple, making you squirm.

your eyes filled with tears as you felt yourself reaching a second orgasm. you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. it was taking all his willpower not to cum right there. then he pulled out of you for a moment, needing to catch his breath. he gave you a soft kiss before speaking in a breathless voice. “turn around for me, baby. wanna watch that ass bounce on my cock.”

you spun around and started riding him in reverse cowgirl, and his noises quickly filled the room. his hand grabbed your ass as it moved on him. the sight was irresistible to him and he couldn’t old back any longer. “just wanna cum all over your perfect ass…” he started pushing his hips into you, wanting to make you cum once more before he did.

you threw your head back as you felt an orgasm nearing once again. your milky liquid flooded down his cock, the sound of your wetness becoming louder and louder. he quickly pulled out of you and stroked himself quickly, cumming all over your ass with a low groan. he painted you with his cum, loving the piece of artwork that was in front of him.

he watched as your pussy dripped with your cum. he turned you back around and pulled you onto him, capturing you in a long kiss. then he looked deep into your eyes, looking kind for the first time in his life. “you’re perfect, darling. absolutely beautiful.”

author's note: i didnt mean for this to be so long, but i rlly loved writing it :)) im literally shaking i cant believe im starting university tomorrow :(( wish me luck, yall!

[spagheddiediaz]

inspiration saturday!

tagged by @thewolvesof1998

bc i woke up this morning to see that taylor sang you are in love as her second surprise song last night and i was immediately slapped in the face with buddie feels.

i think it will eventually be a full length fic based off the song but anyway please enjoy

burnt toast, sunday

Sleeping through the night was rare for Buck. If his neighbor’s echoing voice didn’t wake him out of a deep sleep, it was a nightmare. If a barking dog outside his window at 3am didn’t do the trick, Maddie drunk butt dialing him after karaoke night would pull him right out of his peaceful slumber. Tonight, though? Tonight was one of those rare nights where his brain was able to shut off the outside world completely as his body sank deeper and deeper into the familiarity of the Diaz couch.  At least the sun was up when he was awoken to the sound of an alarm blaring, his mind telling him to get up, jump into his turnouts, and hop into the truck. His eyes blinked open, realizing instantly he wasn’t at the station bunk room and was instead in Eddie’s living room, a half-empty beer bottle on the coffee table from the night before. He lifted his head, looking around and instantly recognizing the familiar smell.  The smell of …smoke. “Chris - CHRISTOPHER.” Buck screamed at the top of his lungs, his body bolting off the couch before his mind had the chance to even wake up. “CHRIS - EDDIE!” He screamed, knocking down the end table and running down the hall to find Christopher sitting at the kitchen table with a look of pure judgment on his face. Eddie was leaning against the counter, a fire extinguisher by his side as he stared at the piece of completely burnt toast on his plate.  “I.. don’t want to talk about it.” Eddie shook his head, moving the extinguisher back against the wall of the counter.  Buck’s heart was still racing even though he could very clearly see that neither of his boys were in any type of danger whatsoever.. Unless you count having no breakfast as danger. Which.. Yeah. Hangry Eddie could sometimes be dangerous. He went to pick Christopher up, needing to feel that he was safe. Christopher let him, wrapping his arms and legs around Buck and letting himself snuggle into his neck.  Once Buck’s pulse returned to a normal rhythm, he let out a long breath of relief,  his hand rubbing Christopher’s back in slow circles, the movement grounding him.  Chris was older now. And while the days of routine snuggles before bedtime were behind them, Christopher was the most emotionally intelligent kid Buck had ever met. He knew when to give Eddie space, and when a hug would ease his mind. He knew to ask Buck to take him out for ice cream after a rough shift, and when to “accidentally” fall asleep against his side during movie night. Most of all, he knew when and how to lighten the mood of any situation, really. “Buck?” Chris asked, lifting his head from where it was resting in his neck. “Yeah, Superman?” Buck asked, shifting him in his arms. He looked to the fire extinguisher, and then to his father. “Is this… technically ironic?” Buck was only able to keep a straight face for about .4 seconds before bursting out into laughter, having to set Christopher down so he could try and collect himself, but every time he tried he fell into another laughing fit, clutching at his ribs while tears started to roll down his cheeks. “It’s not that funny.” Eddie’s lips couldn’t help but curve up at the sound of Buck’s laughter, his body relaxing at one of his favorite sounds.  “It’s - Eddie. You do realize you just technically worked on a Sunday.” Buck said through his tears, wiping them away with his sleeve. It might not have been a five alarm, but Eddie did just put out a fire. “And without overtime pay!” He teased, knowing damn well Eddie wouldn’t be stepping foot into 118 on a Sunday unless the words “overtime” were spoken.  “I’d put you on the couch..” Eddie glared at Buck, his smile still not fading. “But you’re already there.” “Boom. Roasted.” Chris made a fist and punched the air towards Buck, letting both of them know he wasn’t taking anyone’s side.. At least not openly. “So… Buck. Can you make pancakes?”  “As long as your dad doesn’t go near the stove.” He walked towards Eddie, placing a hand on his waist only to push him out of the kitchen ever so gently.

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[bow-of-aros]

Your Laughter Stirs my Soul

Using @thebest-medicine's summer sentence starter prompts for a lot of these, so shout out to her! This is prompt 1 - "Was that a giggle just now?" Enjoy!!

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“Was that a giggle just now?”

It had been nearly a year since Charles and Edwin had met. Nearly a year since a dead boy had escaped seventy years of undeserved torment and gave a dying boy the first, and last, truly peaceful hours of his life.

Charles knew that Edwin was unaccustomed to touch. Specifically, he was unaccustomed to gentle touch, touch that had no ill intent, touch that didn’t set out to hurt him, but instead worked to comfort and soothe.

He’s been trying to very carefully reacquaint Edwin to touch. It started with sitting close enough on the couch that their knees occasionally brushed. Then came the occasional tap on the shoulder to get his attention. Charles would let their fingers collide when passing Edwin whatever book he needed.

Eventually, the flinching slowed. Now, it was only after a particularly bad day that Edwin reacted negatively to Charles’ touch, although he never does reach out himself.

That’s why Charles does it. He needs to make sure that Edwin knows that it’s okay, that he’s safe with him. And this is something that Charles is willing to put in the effort for, because he knows that, one day, Edwin won’t remember to fear an outstretched hand.

This is how they got to where they were now: Charles had been reaching for the rubix cube that sat on the table next to the couch. Edwin was sitting between Charles and the table. Charles decided to reach over Edwin instead of just asking him to hand it over, and brushed his hand over Edwin’s side in the process.

Edwin had giggled.

Charles has never heard Edwin giggle before, and he thinks that it might be his new favourite sound.

Edwin was looking at him, eyes wide and colour rapidly spreading across his cheeks. “Pardon me?”

Charles slowly sat himself up, cogs turning in his head as he did his best to appear nonthreatening, and said, “That sound you just made. Was that a giggle?”

“I haven’t the foggiest idea as to what you’re referring to.” Oh, but he did, Charles could tell. Edwin’s mouth tightened the slightest bit when he was trying to work his way out of a pickle just like it was now, and he drew his arms ever so slightly closer to his sides in defense.

Charles lifted his hands in supplication, “Of course not, mate. I just gotta test something. For research purposes, you know?” He moved his hand, slowly enough for Edwin to see it coming and move away if he chose to, and wiggled his fingers under Edwin’s chin.

In response, his head snapped down and his body jolted away. But there it was again, that sound that Charles would bottle up and get drunk off every night if he could.

Edwin himself was a sight to behold. His chin was still tucked against his chest with his shoulder hiked up enough that Charles could almost see a turtle retreating into it’s shell. A shy smile adorned his face, softening his features enough to make him look like the boy that he was and tugging to corners of Charles’ lips up in turn.

But his eyes. His eyes shone like stars, dancing with mirth and squinting in playful warning.

Charles would give up eternity if only to give Edwin a reason to look like that again.

“Charles,” Edwin pleaded, although he remained seated, “you don’t have to do this.”

He did. He might actually explode if he didn’t do it right now, but he had to make sure. “And I won’t if you’re not okay with it.” Edwin’s smile dipped in what seemed like disappointment and Charles rushed to continue, “But I really want to, and I think it might be good for you! You should see yourself, mate. You look, well, you look happy.”

Edwin’s mouth dropped open slightly at that, but he recovered himself quickly and said, “Well, if you must.” Then, with a quirk of his eyebrows, he added, “Consider it your next step in acclimatizing me to physical contact once more.”

Look, Edwin’s a detective! Honestly, Charles is just surprised that he wasn’t called out on it sooner.

There was no need for anything big, Charles could save that for when Edwin was more comfortable, so he stuck to trailing his fingers along his neck. Edwin’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter and the effort of not pushing Charles away.

While he appreciated the second one, he just couldn’t have the first. So, he snuck in a few sneaky pokes to Edwin’s side.

That seemed to do the trick when he half-snorted in surprise and tumbled into gentle giggles once more.

Charles only kept it up for a minute or so, occasionally jumping back down to his side to hear that half-snort again. Edwin’s laughter was bight and contagious and Charles couldn’t help but join in, the happiness of the two boys intermingling in the office.

After Edwin caught his breath, not that he needed to, but old habits die hard, he turned back to Charles and said, “Ah, thank you for that, I suppose. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to just…laugh. It wasn’t an unenjoyable experience.”

And before Charles was able to respond with a well I sure hope not, Edwin had laid his hand on Charles’ knee.

The touch stole the words from his mouth, all his focus converging on that one point of warmth. He only realized that he was beaming when Edwin’s lips slowly twitched up to match and he wished that he could exist in this moment forever.

Instead, he laid his hand over Edwin’s and said, with all the conviction in his heart, “Of course, mate. Anytime.”

No, that wasn’t quite right.

“Always.”

Yeah, Charles thought as Edwin’s smile grew just a little wider, yeah, that’s the one.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Three.

Huge thanks to the scant few showing interest in this. I really hope I can drum up a few more readers, too! :)

Previous chapters - One Two

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,473

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

It was the most uncomfortable bed he’d ever slept in, not even a bed at all, but having her curled up against him made it completely worth the fact he felt every bump in the road as the bus sped through the night.  

They were still absconded to the rear lounge, Jade pulling the removable couch seat cushions down onto the floor, her pillows and blankets from her bunk keeping them warm. He even had fresh, clean clothes. Katie was a big proponent of comfort, wearing t-shirts three times too big for her, so loaning one to him along with a pair of the boxers she enjoyed sleeping in. He certainly filled them out a lot better than she did, Jade couldn’t help but notice after he’d arrived back with her after washing and changing in the tiny bathroom.  

There was a shower in there, too, drainage facilitated by a small drain in the centre, but it didn’t work while the bus was in motion. Lesson one of tour life; learn to strip, wash yourself down with a soapy washcloth and get dried and dressed again in a three by four-foot space. It was not easy. Again, though, having her there made it worth it. As did the comedy he was subjected to by certain other people on the bus. 

“Skip?” Jen called, Adrien immediately snorting softly with laughter. Yes, he’d been made aware of the story behind her nickname. 

“What?” she softly yelled back, reaching for her bottle of water. 

“You guys banging yet?” 

“No.” 

“Alright.” There was a brief pause. “Can you let me know when you start? I’m horny, and I want some live action porn to listen in on. Hey, if you’re feeling it, I’ll sit back quietly if you let me watch?” 

Jade winced, shaking her head as she hissed with giggles. “Jen?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Go to sleep!”  

“I can’t, homeslice. I’m entertaining your boy! I hear him laughing back there!” she called, “S’up, Adrien? How’s bus life?” 

“Not too shabby,” he called through his chuckles. 

“You lie, it’s gross and you’ll hate it after a week.” There was another pause, both thinking the little entertaining spiel had ceased for a moment. “Adrien?” 

“Yes, Jen?” 

“If I come and lick your face again, will that get the ball rolling?”  

Various other giggles emerged from the bunk area, Jade hearing their bass player Jess telling her to stop it, Adrien closing his eyes with a soft frown. 

“Is she always like this?” 

“Oh, yeah. Especially when she’s drunk,” Jade confirmed, fingers wandering in a circle over his chest. 

“Well?” Jen called. 

“Go to sleep, Jen,” he laughed. 

“No! I can’t do that, I’ll miss the sex!” 

Oh, god. Yes, Jade had considered spiking her with sleeping pills in the past just to shut her up, wishing she was wired like a canary she could throw a blanket over to trick into sleep. Jennifer Crowley always was and always would be much too chirpy for her own good.  

“You might as well, because it isn’t happening,” he called. Suddenly, there was a bump, two feet landing on the gangway, footsteps preceding the lounge door flying open.  

“What?” she asked sharply, eyes wide. 

He shrugged. “Not happening tonight.” 

“Why?” 

“Because it isn’t. Besides, no condoms.” 

“Wait!” Off she headed, the sound of rummaging becoming audible, the drummer returning to hurl a strip of Trojan’s at him. “There! I have provided. Go forth and bang!” She couldn’t keep her laughter in, a few drunken snorts sounding the air, waving her hand dismissively. “I’m just playing, I’ll stop being a terror. Love ya!”  

The door closed, Jade retrieving the condoms from the blankets and throwing them to the side, not needing the temptation right there in front of her before cuddling up against him again. “I’m sorry, she’s insane.” 

“She’s fine, she’s a lot of fun.” he reassured her, tightening his hug as he slid his thigh between her legs, Jade resting hers over his hip as they shared a few kisses. In truth, she was a little too boisterous for him, but he kept that to himself. Besides, it wasn’t the drummer he was there for, it was the beautiful woman he kissed with soft longing.  

A few more moments of affection elapsed before they fell asleep, Jade dead to the world, used to the motion of the bus beneath her, Adrien woken up at several points as the huge vehicle shunted its way towards the city limits of Oakland, where their next show was taking place that night. As such, he didn’t feel very well rested when he awoke, lying there checking his phone, the bus having come to a stop at some point while he’d still been fitfully sleeping.  

Looking up when a soft tap sounded the door, he saw it open to reveal the wide smile of the one member of the band he hadn’t properly met yet, Jess, their tiny bass player.  

“Hi!” she beamed, pointing at him. “No way, you’re Adrien Brody!”  

Her whispered exclamation was as cute as she was, Adrien nodding. “Guilty as charged. Nice to meet you, Jess.”  

“Sorry, I won’t fangirl. You probably hate it. How’d you take your coffee?”  

“Black, one sugar, please.”  

She grinned again. “Be right back.” They were a very nice group of women, Charlotte and Jess definitely the quietest of the five, with nothing really topping the hyperactivity and volume of Katie and Jen. Well, Katie wasn’t so much loud as she was extremely fast talking. Then there was the sleeping woman beside him, who he could never classify as quiet, with her ear bursting roar. Who she was away from the stage was definitely more toned down and understated, though, but as he’d learn later that afternoon, she was right when she revealed to stand no bullshit.  

He was in the backstage area keeping himself inconspicuous, chatting to a few of the road crew as they scurried around, when he heard her begin to become agitated out on the stage. He’d only just returned from heading out to buy himself a week’s supply of everything he needed from the nearby mall, returning to the venue to hear the girls running through a soundcheck after their techs had been out to set everything up.  

“Nah, mate. Left is definitely lower,” Jade spoke through the mic to the guy at the back of the venue, sitting behind the sound desk. 

“Isn’t. They’re both set at seven.” He both looked and sounded completely disinterested in her complaint, which never failed to begin turning the key in her back.  

“I’m fucking telling you, it isn't level. When you stand centre stage, it’s coming through way louder on the right.” 

He still couldn’t be convinced. “Happens, mainly if you’re wearing cheap IEM’s.”  

“Yo!” Katie shouted into her mic, “I just stood and played in the centre and she’s fucking right, my guy. It’s louder on my side, and that’s my fucking feed, too, so if you’re putting too much juice through then I’ll be drowning out both Jade and Jen.” 

“And our IEM’s cost over a grand, you rude fuck,” Jade added, folding her arms. Gone were the days of cheap in ear monitors, the girls now opting for much better quality equipment.  

He stood up then, throwing the copy of Rock Sound magazine he’d been perusing down. “Wanna quit with the attitude?” 

“Want to actually do your job instead of stonewalling me, since you’re too precious with your desk to let our sound guy up there and do the job he’s bloody paid to do?” she fired back, noticing Adrien appear over by the long bar that ran down the side of the venue. Well, if he was going to witness her at her feistiest, it might as well be right at the start. “I mean, by all means, get off your arse and come down here, listen for yourself?”  

“Don’t need to. Levels are even.”  

Placing her mic back into the cradle atop the stand, her jaw tightened as she swung her arms down, clicking her fingers in annoyance while pacing a circle. “I’m gonna fucking chin the twat. Why the fuck won’t he just let Scott up there? Fucking jobsworth wankers!” she fumed, Jen giving her wide eyes from her place behind the drums, Jade hearing a short, sharp little whistle behind her. Turning, she saw Adrien at the front of the stage, holding up a plastic cup containing something that looked suspiciously like... 

“Here, double Jack. Looked like you needed it.” He’d remembered. She only mentioned it in passing, that Jack Daniels was what she sought in times of needing to calm herself down. Taking it, she mouthed her thanks, knocking it back, Adrien reaching for the empty cup again. 

“I’ll leave you to it. Give him hell. You’re right, he is rude. And it is louder on the right,” he winked. 

“Ain’t a thing wrong with your ears, huh, bro?” Katie spoke, pointing a wiggly finger at him.  

“Nope. Same can’t be said about your man at the back there,” he said with widened eyes, jerking his head back towards the rear of the venue before walking away to return to the backstage area, Jade clasping a hand to her chest as she poked out her bottom lip. 

“He’s so cute!” Katie cooed, watching her nod. 

“I know! He just watched me go full indignant beast and he just casually bought me a drink and told me to give him hell!” she spoke, her voice a little pinched. It definitely calmed her ire towards the troublesome sound engineer, returning to the mic to speak to him a little more civilly.  

“Can you please just turn it up a notch on the left, or down on the right? Come on, it isn’t like I’m asking you to rewire the entire PA system, is it?” she spoke, the man rolling his tongue around his cheek a little, thoughtful for a good ten seconds. 

“Going up on the left.”  

Another brief run through confirmed they were happy, thanking him before leaving the stage. Usually, it was a job solely fulfilled by their various techs, but should they have the time, they always wanted to go up to hear the levels for themselves, perfectionists that they were regarding how their show would sound. Heading backstage, Charlotte and Katie retreated to the bus for a while, Jen, Jess and Jade entering the dressing room, the latter collapsing down on the provided couch next to the man waiting for her. 

“Sorry you had to encounter me being a beast,” she spoke, Adrien pulling her legs across his lap, stroking her thighs. It was something she very much liked about him; how openly affectionate he was with her, but not in an overstated way. And to think, they’d only met the day before. Almost exactly twenty-four hours ago, to be precise. It felt so easy with him, like she’d known him for years. 

His brows upturned a little, shrugging. “I didn’t see any beasts, just a woman intent on making her point, for the good of the job she’s up there to do.” He then paused, holding up his thumb and forefinger, a small gap between. “Maybe this much of a beast. Beast I can handle, though.”  

“You provided the correct medicinal tonic in taming of said beast you can handle, too. Some definite points were scored there, Mr. B,” she quipped, watching him point casually towards his head. 

“Stored the information on the hard disk.” 

Oh, how she was enjoying herself with him, the witty repartee, the laughter, how she’d slept so very soundly right next to him all night long. Usually, sharing her sleeping space with a new person made her feel a little anxious, especially since she was famed for her embarrassing sleep noises. With him, she’d simply curled up with nothing more on her mind than slumber.  

Well, that hadn’t strictly been true.  

After the show, the girls took advantage of the venue having showers backstage, getting fresh after fulfilling meeting the legion of fans waiting at the rear doors, sighing autographs and posing for pictures. They then returned to the dressing room to have a few drinks before boarding the bus, Jade taking Adrien straight to the rear lounge where a surprise waited.  

“When did you get chance to do this?” he exclaimed, looking down at the much more comfortable looking bed laid upon the floor. 

“I didn’t, but Kim, our assistant did,” she began, kicking her flipflops off and flopping down on the airbed below. “Ahhh, that’s good. Come try this, it’s good. Really good. Incredibly good.” 

“Ahh, but is it good?” he joked, joining her. Oh, she wasn’t wrong.  

“It’s a bed. Air it might be, but we have a comforter, and two pillows each. I’m happy.” Moving onto her side, she propped her head up on her hand, rooting in the pocket of her cargo pants to pull out the near ever-present tube of throat lozenges. “I could stand to be happier, though. I’m still on a high from the show, and I feel like further alcohol would improve this.”  

His mouth tilted into a grin. “I’m game.” Getting up, they relocated to the front lounge, all the other girls present, Jen the final to jump on while shouting goodbye to a few fans still milling around, the doors hissing closed as she thrust her arms forward. There in her grasp, a bottle of Crown Royal in each hand. 

“Venue manager gave ‘em to us, to apologise for the sound guy being a dick!” 

Well, that was the six of them set for the evening, the bus pulling out as large measures were poured, topped off by the tiniest dashes of Pepsi, Adrien knowing that while he was no lightweight, drinking with five rockstars required he bring his A game to the proceedings. When he saw the speed they put away those first huge drinks with, though, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t internally wince.  

He did keep up with them, though, the alcohol flowing, music blaring, enjoying when Jade commandeered the stereo and put on the album Life After Death by Notorious B.I.G so he wasn’t forced to listen to the ear-splitting metal Jen had been insisting upon.  

“Hey, I used to drive for this guy!” Marv spoke from the front as soon as the opening bars to Hypnotize blasted out, Adrien’s head swivelling in the direction of the front. 

“For real?” he exclaimed, Marv popping a fresh piece of gum into his mouth.  

“Hell yeah, brother. Ain’t ever seen so many strippers in one place at one time in all my days, and I used to drive for Motley Crue back in the eighties. Tells ya everything, my man!” He could imagine well. Just then, he felt a soft nudge at his side, Jess holding out a joint that was almost as big as her.  

“Hmm,” he mulled. He did smoke weed very, very occasionally, but... “Don’t know whether I should. I have two modes when stoned. Either I fall asleep, or...” 

Her eyebrows arched, poking him gently with her finger. “Or?” 

“Or the horny sex demon comes out.” 

Looking around him, she nodded at Jade, locked in conversation with Katie. “She hasn’t gotten laid in a while. You have a fifty-fifty chance of a very happy ending tonight. Smoke the damned weed, buddy.”  

“Well, if you put it light that.” Taking the joint from her, he took a few puffs, nudging Jade and passing on to her. “Damn, that’s strong.” he croaked, Jess beaming her megawatt grin. 

“I don’t bother with the chronic unless it is. It’s my only vice, other than buying expensive bass guitars I’m then too scared to take on tour with me. I dropped way too much money in an auction for one of Jaco Pastorius’s old ones a while back. That’ll never leave the house. I was too scared to play it for the first three days, I just sat staring at it in awe that I owned something one of my biggest influences had used.” she explained, Adrien listening intently, reaching to rest his hand on Jade’s thigh while he sat back and enjoyed a conversation with her bandmate. 

As the night wore on, he definitely felt it was the former taking a hold of him, his eyes growing heavy at close to 3am, Katie and Jess already returned to their bunks, Charlotte and Jen going strong, and Jade curled into his side just as they were entering Los Angeles. The band had the next day off, resuming the tour on Tuesday, playing three shows in LA before they’d hop on a plane and move down to the southern states for the next leg of the tour, playing Dallas that coming Saturday.  

He’d be gone by then, he thought with much lament, nudging the sleepy woman at his side and then lifting her with ease, saying goodnight to the others as he carried her to the back of the bus. A quick brush of teeth and wash each prepared them all they needed for bed, curling up under the covers, both asleep within moments. No horny sex demon would prevail that night, but in the morning, however... 

When Jade awoke, feeling a little bleary and in dire need of mouthwash, the warm body beside her was still lost to slumber. Pressing a kiss against his shoulder, she stroked his hair softly before getting up, going to the bathroom to kickstart herself with her morning routine. Once freshened, she returned to him, finding him awake and smiling, welcoming her into his arms with a big kiss.  

“How’d you feel?” she asked, happily entangling herself within his long limbs. 

“A little rough,” he admitted through a yawn. “It’s nothing a coffee the size of my head wouldn’t fix, though. How about you?” 

“A certain way,” she spoke, lifting her head to press a kiss beneath his chin.  

“Mm?” His inquiring hum was met by a look not even a blind man could mistake, his eyebrow raising as his finger slid beneath her bra strap. “Would you like me to help with that?” 

“I would, but not on an airbed. You have a rental place in LA, right?”  

“I do,” he confirmed, “but it’s an hour away. Well, not an hour, but LA traffic, right?”  

She nodded knowingly. “Hold on, let me make a call to my home from home.” With her home there now vacated and on the market for rent, there was one place she knew she might get lucky, calling up the Chateau Marmont, the iconic hotel located on West Sunset Boulevard, just fifteen minutes from their current location. “Okay, get your stuff together. Got us a room and we can check in early. Gustav loves me to death, so he pulled some strings.”  

While the hotel manager who did indeed adore the first lady of metal had a room prepared, they got themselves ready, a cab pulling up beside the bus ten minutes later. The usual smog clouded thick over the city, the heat of the late summer morning beginning to rise, but it truly had nothing on what the two people sitting in the back of that cab felt burning between them.  

For Jade, she didn’t dare look at him too much, save straddling his lap and beginning what she was longing for right there on the back seat. She did, however, allow her hand to trail up and down the hard muscle of his thigh, knowing she was going to enjoy every last second of acquainting herself with the ripped body beneath his clothes, the thought alone leaving her with the familiar ache of arousal tingling through her apex.  

The check-in was done rapidly, Adrien insisting on giving Gustav his card, a small battle between him and Jade enduring that he eventually won through staunch insistence. They were escorted down to Bungalow Three, famed as the place actor John Belushi had died from a drug overdose, Jade tipping the bellboy before he left.  

“Finally,” she spoke, sliding her jacket off and casting it onto a nearby chair, “you, me, a hell of a lot of privacy and a nice, big bed.” Her gaze locked to his, blue meeting green unblinkingly as she removed her t shirt, then her bra, sauntering towards him. “Whatever shall we do next?” 

Feeling her bare breasts brush against the cotton of the black t-shirt he wore, her lips pressing softly against his throat as her fingers trailed through his hair, his heart almost broke ribs with the severity it began to thump with. His reply came in the form of a fiery kiss, lifting her with ease, and charging her in the direction of the bedroom.  

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five.

Zora felt compelled to call her sisters up and get together, especially after the conversation she and Leon had, a few nights ago.

Meeting them at Snooze, they're at their usual spot, in one of the middle rounded booths.

“Hey y'all,” she greets, sliding in on the left side of Lovita.

“We know your secret.” They say in unison.

“What?” Zora asks, her lips barely parting.

“We. Know. Your. Secret.” Neoma repeats.

“Want us to spell it out, next?” Lovita asks.

“No, smart ass.”

“Alright, then spill it.”

“Okay fine, but it wasn't my fault!,” she whispers, “I was drunk! Nique said she'd keep quiet about the body!”

“What??” Lovita asks.

“A body?? You killed the man?!” Neoma whispers back, not knowing whether to laugh or be concerned.

“I had to. He was too pretty!” Zora whispers back.

“Would you two stop it!”

They fall into a fit of laughter, just as their waitress comes to take their drink orders; rummosas all around.

“Okay, you met a man, and apparently he's a good one?” Neoma asks.

“He seems to be, yeah. He's so sweet. So fine, my god y'all. So patient. He's got some soft ass lips.”

“Oh, you've kissed this man?” Lovita eyes her like an older sister would.

“A couple times, uh-huh.” She answers, making them gasp.

“Oh, you like him.” Lovita says.

“No, no. She likes him.” Neoma corrects.

“What's the difference?” Zora asks.

“Right, so how much did you drink and how much did you tell?”

Zora's sisters knew her like the back of their hands, especially Neoma. She was the most intuitive out of them all.

“Those buzz balls are like fifteen percent a gulp, I swear!” She defends against their groans of disapproval.

“Okay, we'll give you a pass on the alcohol. But, you're painting again, yay!” Lovita cheers, Neoma joining in.

“Yeah, it was kinda like another break the ice type of thing, not sure when I'll paint again.”

“How'd it go? I know you get a lil nervous, sometimes.”

“I was nervous as hell! But he's big on reassuring me that it's all good, and I needed that. Made it easier– took the pressure off a lil, ya know?”

“Sounds like quite the man!”

“Yeah, can we see him? You got pictures??”

Their drinks come out and their food orders get put in.

Zora flies to her camera roll, giggling before she turns the phone toward them, swiping through the pictures they'd recently taken together.

Some of them were cute, and others were cuter.

“Wow,” they say in unison, making her giggle all over again.

“I know!”

“Damn, he might be the prettiest man we've seen you with!” Lovita adds.

“I know!” Zora repeats. “Look at me, I'm evolving!” She laughs.

“That smile is killer, my goodness!” Neoma adds, before Zora pulls the phone away.

“Every time he smiles at me, I die a little.”

“Oh, girl. I bet!”

“So when do we get to meet him?”

“Uh… I need a little more time, but he's fond of you both, already.”

“Oh, we've been talked about??”

“Yes, I was telling him about my sarcasm gene and how it's one of a kind and that you two can attest, cause y'all are y'all, and I am me.”

Like clockwork, their eye rolls sync up and the bickering starts, making her chuckle.

“Here she goes!”

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“So, you got yourself a boo, huh?” Eryn asks Leon, handing him a bottle of water.

“What??” Their cousin, Damon, asked. “Leon got a boo??”

He chuckles with a shake of his head. “Yeah, man. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“It's not, don't take it like that. You just haven't had a girlfriend since Candy’s wild ass. I'm just a little shocked.”

“Yeah, well it's definitely not another one of those situations so I think I'll be okay, this time around.” He snorts, making them both join in.

“She was a mess, I tried to tell you.”

“He ain't heard nothing once he saw that ass on girly.” Eryn shakes her head.

“Anyway, y'all third degree over?”

“Just getting started, actually. Where'd you meet her?”

“At the flower shoppe. She could be a botanist if she really wanted to be. Naming flowers without so much as a glance in their direction, like she's mapped the whole place a dozen times.” Leon rambles, making Eryn smile.

“What a hobby! I love flowers!”

“You two will get acquainted, don't you worry,” he laughs.

“Okay! What does she look like?”

“She's about your height, curvy as all hell, mocha kisses skin– good lord, she is beautiful.” He stops himself, knowing he'd go on and on about her.

“What's her name?”

“Zora.”

“Wow, that's such a pretty name.”

“It matches her perfectly.”

“You in love, my guy?” Damon asks.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I really like her, though.”

“Does she really like you back?”

“Yeah, she does.” He smiles. “We've progressed a lot over the last couple weeks.”

“Aw, he's learning that these things do take time!” She claps, kissing her hand up to the ceiling.

“You are something else, Ryn.” He laughs.

“I'm just sayin’,”

“You're always just sayin’ something.” Damon interjects, catching an apple to the head.

“Ow!”

“Yeah, shut up.” She cuts her eyes at him, before turning back to her brother. “I'm just sayin’, maybe don't rush through, this time around. The way you light up when you talk about her, makes me think she's something seriously special, so treat her that way.”

“Precious cargo, I am. She's been teaching me about patience, just like you always do. I hear you, I promise.” He assures her, putting her at ease.

“Good. So have you kissed her, yet?”

“Yeah, I couldn't help myself.” He sighs, making them laugh.

“Aw, how sweet!”

“It was sweet, man! I felt like I kissed an angel.”

“Oh! And where have you and this angel gone, date wise? Yes, I'm being super nosy.”

“I've taken her all over. We went back to the flower shoppe, I took her her to What The Fries, cause she's never been and surprisingly she'd always wanted to go, so that was an extra pat on the back for me,” he smiles, nudging arms with Damon, “we've gone on several picnics, cause she's a nature girl and I'm all for sitting in some grass.”

“Country ass.” Damon snorts.

“Boy, fuck you.” He jabs with a laugh of his own.

“Have you taken her dancing?”

“That might be the only thing we haven't done— well, if dancing in her living room counts, then we've danced a couple dances.”

“Well, we’ll count those but you should take her to that place I was telling you about!” She snaps her fingers, trying to remember the name of the place.

“Flavor?” Damon asks.

“Flavor! Yes, everybody be down there!” Eryn claps, making them both laugh.

“Okay, okay. Next date, we’ll go dancing.”

“Ugh, take pictures or something!”

“Oh, you wanna see her? I've got pictures.” He says, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“If I smack him.” She stares at Damon, who just shakes his head.

“Leave me alone, y'all. I don't be thinking, sometimes.”

“We know.”

He slides the phone in her direction, telling her to swipe from the left.

“Wow, she's absolutely gorgeous! Ugh, I love her hair!” She squeals, swiping through to see a couple of her and Leon together, cheesing wide.

“Aw, you two look really good together!” She squeals, passing the phone to Damon.

“Thank you.” He smiles.

“Damn! She's breathtaking, my brotha.”

“You don't know the half, man.” He shakes his head with his eyes closed.

“Okay, I gotta know how you rolled up on shorty, cause she looks like she plays no games.”

“She don't. She actually fried my ass up a lil when I was talking to her, but ol Leon don't back down. Mama ain't raise no quitter.”

“Mhm, so what you say that made her feel different about you?”

“I'm an honest man and she appreciated that. Told her I wasn't on funny business and I wanted to take her out, and she let me know up front how things were gonna go. I listen, unlike some men.” He sideyes Damon.

“Don't start on me, man. What Keisha tell you??”

“Nothing. But you about to spill everything!”

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Zora was currently sitting in front of a blank canvas, when her phone started ringing.

A facetime call from Leon. She smiles and answers.

“Hey, beautiful.”

“Handsome. Wassup?”

“I was calling to beg for another date with you.” He says, making her laugh.

“Begging? I'm not that bad, am I?”

He smiles, shaking his head. “Nah, you're not bad. But I would love to take you dancing.”

“Aw, you tired of dancin’ in my living room?” She teases.

“Never that! I just feel like we might need more room to show off our moves, ya know?”

“Yeah, I hear ya. So where are we going?”

“There's this place called Flavor, my sister recommended it. She also told me to tell you hello, and that she thinks you're absolutely gorgeous.”

“Aw, she's too sweet! Tell her I said hello and thanks! And Flavor sounds fun, I'm down!”

“Great, are you off next weekend?”

“I am! I took Saturday off, cause ya girl be tired.”

“Well good, sleep til you can't no more and then we'll dance the rest of the day away. Sound like a plan?”

“Of course it does!” She agrees with a smile that matches his own.

Their playful banter continued on for about ten minutes, and then his mama called, making them reluctantly hang up.

“How's my boy?”

“Always good. How's my favorite lady?”

“Well I talked to Eryn and it seems like you've got yourself a girlfriend. Am I hearing that correctly?”

“Well, she's not my girlfriend, but we're working our way there.”

“Oh, okay! So tell me about her.”

He easily goes into his spiel about Zora, how beautiful, funny and intelligent she is. How her fire is his favorite attribute of hers.

“Sounds like your aunt Moonie.”

“I said the same thing, ma. I swear!” He exclaims, making her laugh.

“A spitfire, huh?”

“Yeah, she's not psycho or anything though. She's a sweetheart.”

“Well, when do we get to meet her?”

“I need a little more time.”

“No worries, son. But do make it before I gray all the way over,” she jokes.

Flashback.

Zora is at her easel like usual, painting away. Music blasting in her ears as she's in her zone.

It’d been a long day and she needed to destress in the ways she knew best.

And everything was going great, until he showed up.

Turning this light on, knocking this over, stepping over her materials that weren't even in his line of sight, just because.

“What you in here in the dark for?” He asks, but she can't hear him due to her headphones, which she points to.

“Take ‘em off your ear for a sec,” he says, before reaching and doing in himself. She snatches ‘em back before he removes them altogether.

“Yes, what do you need?” She asks.

“Wassup? Why you in the dark?”

“It's been a long day and I just needed to come home and sit and paint. My head hurts so I kept the extra light off. Could you turn it back off?”

“Nah.”

“Fine, I'll do it myself.” She gets up and cuts it right back off, beginning to move back to her easel when he steps in front of it, staring at the painting.

“What is this, Z?”

“Flowers, J.”

“They're ugly.” He snorts, looking over at her defeated expression.

“Thanks. I really appreciate that.” She responds, way too beaten down to argue with him.

“I'm just sayin’, maybe you need a new hobby or sumn.” He continues, making her brows scrunch together.

“Excuse me?”

“This shit blows. I'm tryna help you out, here.”

“You wanna help me by insulting me?”

“Constructive criticism, ain't that what they called it at that fancy ass school you went to?”

“You're just being rude, that's all you're doing right now.” She says, pulling the canvas away before he gets any ideas.

“Well shit, somebody had to tell you. Your mama loves everything you do and so do them sisters of yours. But I gotta be the voice of reason–”

“Oh my god, voice of reason?! Who asked you to do that?? Who asked you to be that?? I had the worst day at work and you're in here tearing me further apart over some fucking flowers? You can't even draw a stick figure and you're giving me advice?! Please get out.”

“Look Zora. Whether you like it or not, your shit is not good. I hate to be the one to break it to you.”

“I think you love to break shit to me. Makes you feel like a man or something, like you can't be a man in other ways— important ways. You'd rather go toe to toe with me, than listen to anything i'm actually saying.”

“I don't have time for this.” He says, making her sigh so heavily.

“Of course you don't. Why not just leave?” This is my apartment. Just go.”

“Fine. If I leave, I won't be back.” Is something he'd always say, but he always came crawling back to her with an apology and like the sad girl she was, she'd always take ‘em back.

Maybe this time would be different.

Who knew it would take another six months before she was finally done with his verbal abuse, lack of communication, concern and care.. amongst other things.

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Putting the finishing touches on her outfit, she steps back in front of Nique, doing her little twirl as she claps and whistles.

“Damn, girl. You look so good!”

“Thank you! I spent two days searching up and down prettylittlething.com and this little baby popped up, I almost— I screamed. I won't lie.” She squeals, twirling around in the hot orange number.

“I bet you did,” she laughs. “I love how you've got your hair, too!”

A half up, half down style worked beautifully with her curls as they bounced above her shoulders.

“Thanks! The hair goddesses were on my side, yet again!” She kisses up to god, before spraying her bergamot and vanilla perfume again.

“You don't think that's enough?”

“Can you smell it??”

“Yes! Put it away, before you start a fire!” She half jokes.

“Jesus,” Zora huffs, placing the bottle back on her dresser just as the doorbell rings.

If it weren't for the deep slit in her dress, she woulda been able to fake out the tremble in her knees.

“Sis, are you nervous?” She asks, totally surprised.

“I— I just might be!” She laughs, as they head down the hall towards her door.

Blowing out a breath, she opens the doors and the air is knocked right back out of her lungs, and she isn't alone as he takes a moment of his own to drool at the sight before him.

“Hi,” she greets, kicking one leg in front of the other.

“Hey,” he greets back, taking her hand into his to kiss the back, making her blush.

“You look amazing,” comes from them both, making them laugh at each other and Nique clears her throat.

“Leon, this is my dearest, bestest friend Nique. Nique, this is the infamous Leon.” She introduces, watching them shake hands.

“You're much taller than I thought,” she blurts, making Zora shake her head.

“I get that a lot,” he chuckles. “It's nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise! It's about time we crossed paths. Now tell me, how much trouble has she gotten you into so far?”

“Oh, we're about waist deep, right Zora?”

“We’ll be up to our necks, after tonight.” She winks.

“Oop— well, let me get on outta here and let y'all get y'all's night started! I hope it's wonderful.”

“Thank you,” Zora says, hugging Nique before she opens the door back up. “I'll call you tomorrow.”

“You better,” she whispers, waving at Leon, “it was nice meeting you. Treat my girl great!”

“Of course, it was nice meeting you too.” He responds, before she leaves.

“You look absolutely stunning, mama.” He compliments, twirling her around as the frills on her dress flow about.

“Thank you, handsome. You look really good, yourself. I like this shirt.”

“Thank you. My sister helped me pick it out.”

“She did a good job!”

“I'll be sure to tell her so she can gloat about it,” he chuckles. “You ready to dance the night away?”

“Absolutely.”

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Out of all of my options, you'll be the top one

Baby, you got one-up

Get me high, get me louder

Damn, all that power I want you much too much

That sure do get me high

To God, oh, what I'm feeling

Well, you decide

'Cause, baby, all summer

They been all on my heels

I just need to know that if I pull up, you gon' be there 'cause you talkin' real, real And I don't wanna wonder

If you doin' side deals

I don't trust nobody, but that body keep on callin' me

(It got me roaming through these empty streets)

Thinkin' you ready for love

A strong hand at her back and a dainty one on his shoulder with their other hands clasped together, the two glide across the floor with ease, earning a few whistles from other couples.

“See, you're a natural!” Zora teases Leon, who swears he has two left feet.

“I'm only this good when I'm dancin’ with you,” he chuckles. “You know I got two wrong feet.”

“Lord,” she rolls her eyes as he twirls her once more, pulling her back to him.

“That your favorite move?” She asks, losing her breath from being so close to him.

“Mmhm,” he pecks her lips, starting a wildfire across her cheeks while they continue to sway.

“How's the last couple days been?” She asks, staring up at him.

“Hectic.” He huffs. “I got into it with one of my boys at work, which pissed me off cause he's usually pretty chill.”

She frowns. “It made it awkward, huh?”

“For him. I get my work done, regardless. It just slows us down cause now he acts like I gotta go through somebody else to give him information, and I'm not doing that.” He shakes his head, moving his other hand to her back now.

“Don't let ‘em push your buttons. I hate when people act like they're too important or butthurt to be bothered. It always boils over to them just being a jackass.”

“You're right,” he nods, laughing as she shoots him a look that screams “I know!”.

“What about you? I know you were a little more tired than usual.”

“Oh yeah, it gets super busy at the restaurant and those customers just lose their minds from time to time.. to time.” She sighs with a laugh. “It just took a little more outta me than I expected. But I'm okay!”

“Yeah? You sure?” He asks.

“Yeah, if I fall asleep on you, just splash some water on me,” she shrugs, instantly cracking up at his expression. 

“I'm joking, Leon!”

“I'm not too sure,” he squints. “Splash some water on you. We'd get you tucked in, before that happens.”

“Aw, ever the gentleman.”

“You know I do my best for you,” he humbly responds, making himself even cuter to her.

“Can I tell you something?” She asks, knowing she should hold her tongue.

“Of course.”

“I like you, Leon.”

He flashes that beautiful smile, and thank god he was holding onto her so tight or she surely woulda hit the floor.

“I like you too, Zora.”

The butterflies in her belly do a dance similar to the two-step she and Leon are doing, making her feel fuzzy and warm.

Unfortunately her pretty mules turned on her about an hour ago, forcing them to move from the dance floor, to a tiny rounded booth off to the left side of the place.

Were her feet pulled into his lap, while she sipped her margarita and danced in her seat to the music? Yes.

Was she enjoying every minute? Absolutely.

“So I feel compelled to tell you a little story.” She starts, and he's all ears.

“You know I'm listening,” he smiles.

“I know,” she smiles back. “It's not a nice story, but I won't get too sad on you.”

“Oh, is this about your ex?”

“Yeah, that rotten bastard.” She sneers, making him snicker.

“Seriously! He was a hater. He'd come home just to piss me off, I swear. Never a good full day, ever. Never any concern above his own. And it wasn't always like that, ya know? It's like he woke up one day and just started hating me.”

His brows furrow. “Who could hate you?”

“Ya know, I would ask myself what I did. Hell, I even asked him and he'd always tell me that I was trippin. Thinking too much into him dashing away my dreams, leaving more on my plate than not, shutting me out. You name it.”

“You're right, he was a hater.” He frowns. “Who the hell does that someone they care about?”

“I tried so hard to figure that out, that I made myself sick over it and him. I mean, imagine just graduating from college, working at a rundown job and your boyfriend comes home just to tell you that you should find a new hobby, a new lifestyle and a little bit more money because he wasn't gonna sit around and wait for a miracle to happen. Said he was my voice of reason.”

“Sounds like he needed an ass kick off that high horse he was on.” Leon says, shaking his head.

“Ugh! I can't tell you how many times I told him that. But, it never mattered what I said, cause he never listened. Plus, I'd take him back every time he'd crawl back to me.” She sighs.

“Don't beat yourself up about that, Zora. You just wanted him to do better. We all hit the wall, sometimes. You realized at some point that he wasn't gonna change and you left, yeah?”

“Yeah. It might've taken me a minute, but I did leave his ass alone. After I beat it.” She laughs, making him join in.

“I'm sure that was hilarious!”

“Nique has the video if you ever wanna see it.” She adds, going back to sipping on the fruity drink.

“Definitely taking you up on that.” He nods, reaching out to twirl a curl around his finger.

“I'm glad you shared with me. I won't be a bad story to add to your collection, I promise.” He says, making her smile.

“I'm starting to believe that. I really am.”

“Good.”

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Carrying Zora all the way inside her apartment, he closes and locks her door behind them and sits her on the sofa.

“Thank you,” she sighs, sliding her feet out of her mules and rubbing her feet over her plush rug. “I hope I wasn't too heavy.”

“Light as a feather, baby.” He assures, kneeling down beside the couch to be level with her.

“Baby, huh? That's me?” She asks.

“If you wanna be.”

“Oh, I wanna be.” She replies, making them both laugh.

“Good. Cause I wanna be yours, too.”

Moving from his kneeled position, he sits beside her on the couch, reaching for her hand to pull her closer to him.

“I had fun, like always.” She smiles, kissing him again.

“Me too, like always.” He replies, returning the gesture.

“So, where we goin’ next, handsome?”

“Still on the fence about meeting my people?” He asks.

“No, not anymore. I'd love to meet ‘em.”

“Great,” he smiles, linking their fingers. “Cause I gotta meet these sisters of yours. Mama, too.”

Ch 6

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Winner Takes It All || Ten Five Minutes, That's All I ask

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina didn’t expect Charles to turn up at her family home. It seemed like everyone was wanting to bombshells on her recently.

Warnings: I don’t think there is any

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The moment I arrived home it was like the party was in full swing, Pierre was sitting on the kitchen counter with a bottle of beer in his hands, my mum was giggling away with a large glass of prosecco, Josh was raiding the fridge, I had no idea he was here I thought he was in Italy but I shrugged it off. There were a few other people I recognised but didn’t know the names of but knew they were mum and dad’s friends.

Looking around the room there were two people missing, two people that should be here celebrating with us all.

Pushing the sad thoughts away I was gently pushed into the kitchen by my Dad, the moment I stepped foot over the threshold Pierre jumped off the counter, pouncing on me like it was the first he knew about this.

“I am so fucking proud of you, Nugget.” he breathed, spinning me around.

“Okay, okay, please put me down.” I giggled, trying to land on my feet and ignore the dizzy feeling that had washed over me. The moment my feet touched the floor I had a drink shoved in my hand and glasses were clinking around me.

I was on the top of the world right now and nothing could bring me down, or so I thought.

The hours passed and everyone was either drunk or on their way to being drunk but I decided that tonight wasn’t going to be a night where I got blackout drunk to forget my problems, this was a night I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. The sound of laughter filled our family home as I took a step outside into the crisp winter air.

I needed a moment to myself, a moment to take everything in.

This was everything I had ever dreamt of, well nearly everything.

No matter how hard I tried to fight it my mind instantly wandered to Charles. He was meant to be standing by my side for this moment, the mere thought of that left a bitter taste in my mouth. He wasn’t here for a reason and if things were meant to be then we would still have been together going wheel to wheel as a couple, rather than ex’s with a long history.

Deciding that I had spent enough time having a mini pity party for myself I headed back inside, instantly freezing when I spotted a new body in the kitchen.

Even with their back facing me, I knew who it was.

I would always be able to pick him out of a crowd, it was like my mind had memorised every inch of his body.

My mind started racing, millions of thoughts flooded my head. Why was he here? What did he want? Did someone invite him?

“No one invited you.” I scoffed, once my brain had finally caught up with the situation. I desperately wanted to walk out of the room but it was like my feet were frozen to the floor.

Charles turned to face me with a sad smile on his face. I couldn’t quite get a grasp on his emotions but it was like it was just the two of us in the room and that scared me.

“I wanted to talk.” he hummed, taking a few short steps closer to me.

“Maybe I don’t want to fucking talk to you.” I scoffed, taking a few steps back, cursing once I hit my back on the kitchen counter.

“Please, Vali.” he pleaded, “this is important.”

“Everyone out.” Dad’s voice broke the tension slightly, causing me to remember we weren't alone.

Soon enough it was just me and Charles in the kitchen, the tension that fell across the room was thick.

“Cinq minutes, c'est tout ce que je demande. Five minutes, that’s all I ask.” he asked, his voice was quiet and tears glistened in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose. Part of me wanted to tell him to fuck off but the other part of me knew that this was the right thing to do, especially with the fact we needed to be civil come race weekends.

“You have five minutes.” I sighed, giving in and joining him at the kitchen table.

I knew full well that this wasn’t going to be a five minute conversation, the look in Charles’ eyes told me that. Taking a seat at the kitchen table I started fiddling with the label on my beer bottle as the awkwardness filled the air.

“I know you don’t want me here but you need to know the truth.” he said softly, finally looking up at me. “I don’t want to go into the new season without you knowing this.”

Leaning back in the seat I nodded at him, letting him know that I was listening, he looked like he was being eaten up by something, there wasn’t the same sparkle in his eyes like normal.

“The night I walked out on you,” he sighed, running his hand over his face. “I was being black mailed. Becky had found out about your arrest and was using it against me. For weeks leading up to that night she kept trying to get me to cheat on you but I refused which lead her to threatening me.”

I was frozen at his words, so that night was all because of Becky, I mean I knew she had something to do with the heartache but nothing like this. Taking a breath I looked up at Charles to see the tears streaming down his face, when he realised that I was looking at him, he reached across the table taking my hand in his.

A sad smile crossed my face as his touch still sent shivers down my spine, but I surprised myself by not pulling away. But I deceived to let him speak before I flipped out.

“She told me if I didn’t break up with you and start dating her then she would leak the information about your arrest, including the mug shots and police report.” He said with a heavy sigh. “I didn’t know what to do, we were both young and I thought I was doing the best thing to protect you but in reality I was the one to hurt you.” his voice was cracking as he spoke but he never pulled his hand away from mine, instead he softly ran his thumb over my skin as if he was trying to comfort himself.

“Four years, Charles.” I sighed, finally pulling away from him, unable to take his touch any longer. “You have stayed with her for four years.”

“I know, I am stupid.” he nodded, wiping his tears with his hoodie sleeve. “Every time I tried to end the relationship she would threaten me about going public with the information. The last thing I wanted was to ruin your career.” He took another deep breath before speaking again.

I was stunned to say the least, all the pain I had been through over the last four years was all because of my stupid arrest record, one that I thought had been sealed and hidden from my record. Pushing myself to my feet I started pacing the kitchen, my hands hiding my face.

After four years of always wondering why he suddenly broke up with me, I now finally knew and I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Part of me was pissed that it had taken him this long to grow a set of balls but the other part of me was screaming because everything he said that night was a lie.

“I can’t believe this.” I mumbled, trying to calm myself down as the more I thought about it the more frustrated I got. “So you are telling me that the last four years have been hell for me because of some stupid box blond bitch? This has got to be some sort of fucked up joke right.”

My fingers ran through my hair as I tried to get my head around everything but it was no use.

“I am so fucking sorry.” he cried, moving from the kitchen table, moving until he was in front of me. His hands went on my shoulders as he let out a shaky breath. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right fucking thing would have been to tell me what was going one.” I screamed, finally giving in to the tears that had built up. Anger fueled me right now as I shoved Charles off me, I didn’t need him touching me right now. “We could have fucking got through the blackmail, but no instead I have spent the last four years wondering what I fucking did wrong.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, I tightened my grip on the empty beer bottle that I had somehow picked up during my pacing. I was so angry I didn’t realise my grip was getting stronger until the glass bottle shattered in my palm.

Cursing at the feeling of the glass piercing my skin I dropped the large part of the bottle on the floor as Charles instantly rushed over to me.

Without saying a word he silently guided me over to the sink, nudging the tap allowing the water to run freely. His touch was gentle as he held my hand under the water to try and stop the bleeding before carefully picking the shards of glass out of my skin.

“Please, just fucking stop.” I snapped, shutting the tap off before grabbing a tea-towel holding it around my palm. “You are messing with my fucking head, you act like I don’t fucking exist and then you act like you care.”

“Je tiens à toi Vali, je pense que c'est mon problème, je tiens trop à toi. I care about you Vali, I think that's my problem, I care about you too much.” he hummed, staring straight into my eyes. “I never fucking stopped caring about you. That is why I came here, I finally grew some balls to tell you the truth because I am ending things with Becky tonight but wanted to give you the best chance possible as who knows what she will do now you have made it to F1.”

“Whatever,” I scoffed, tossing the tea-towel into the sink. “I am a big girl now, you don’t need to try and protect me. I can handle myself.” I couldn’t take this anymore, my head was spinning even worse then when I found him standing in the middle of the kitchen. On today of all days he had to spill the truth, something I had been wanting for years now.

Barging past him I stormed out of the kitchen, completely ignoring everyone as I stormed up stairs to my room.

I just needed to be alone right now.

It seemed that everyone I was close to in my life loved dropping bombshells on me at the moment and it all seemed to centre around one individual.

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[the-offside-rule]

Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Butterflies

Requested: yes

Prompt: 3) "His smile gives me butterflies."

Warnings: none tbh

The night was young, and the atmosphere was filled with laughter as Y/n and her friends gathered for a vacation getaway. The whole found themselves on a yacht in the Mediterranean Sea. As the night unfolded, drinks flowed freely, and inhibitions were left at the door. Mitch had wandered from the main group on this specific night. As he stood watching the moon shine off the ocean's surface, he suddenly heard giggling. He walked towards it, seeing Y/n and and their friend Erica sat on one of the secluded sofas, pouring another glass of champagne and laughing relentlessly.

"D'you know, Erica-" Y/n slurred slightly, her words laced with a hint of intoxication, "Mitch has this smile and it just...I d'know, it jus' gives me butterflies. I mean, have you ever seen a smile so perfect?" Erica chuckled knowingly. "Oh, come on, spill the details! What's got you swooning over Mitch?" Y/n shrugged. "He's just... everything." Y/n sighed dreamily. "The way he laughs, the way he listens – it's like he sees right through me. And when he smiles, it's like the whole world stops."

Mitch stood back, leaning against the wall of the yacht, taking a swig of the massive bottle of Moscato he had brought with him. Intrigued and flattered, he decided to let the night play out before making his move.

The following morning, the group gathered for breakfast. Mitch had be placing the food onto the table, and he saw Y/n walking in. She didn't look hungover in the slightest. She just looked....perfect. "Morning, Y/n." He chirped as she grabbed a piece of toast off of his plate. "You're in a good mood. You're not usually a morning person." Y/n smiled. Mitch hummed in response. "What can I say? I've had a change of heart." Y/n went and sat beside Jake, one of the guys they brought on the trip. Mitch felt his eyes wandering to them laughing every so often. Something happened, it rarely ever happened before. Was he jealous? Surely not- no yeah he was. He was totally jealous.

"Y/n?" Y/n looked down, a soft smile resting on her face. "Wpuld you mind giving me a hand with something?" He asked as the whole table was now looking. Y/n and Erica exchanged a look before Y/n nodded. "Yeah, sure." The pair got up and walked to a secluded corner of the dining area. "What do you need help with?" She asked. "I don't need help, I just wanted to talk with you. Away from them." Mitch explained. As they sat down, Y/n couldn't help but feel a strange tension in the air.

"So, Y/n-" Mitch began with a small grin. "I heard you had a lot to say about me last night." Y/n's eyes widened. "What? What are you talking about? Did Erica say something?" Mitch scooted closer, his tone playful, "Oh, she didn't have to. I overheard your little confession to Erica. Something about my smile giving you butterflies?" A blush crept up Y/n's cheeks as she realized she was caught. "You heard that?" Mitch chuckled. "Yeah, and I have to say, I'm flattered. So, I thought, why not give this a shot?" He leaned in closer, watching as her eyes had changed slightly. Y/n's heart raced as she tried to process the situation. "You mean... us?"

Mitch nodded, a twinkle in his eye. "Why not? I like you too, and it seems like you like me quite a bit." Y/n felt her breath stuck in her throat as he lingered dangerously close. "You like me too?" Mitch nodded, looking between both of her eyes. "Yes, and your confession about my smile giving you butterflies, it's completely mutual. I just didn't know you could get so poetic when you got drunk."

"You're very close." Y/n whispered. "Do you want me to-" She closed the gap between them, their lips connecting and their hands immediately finding eachother. It was perfect. The sound of the ocean and the seagulls flying overheard being the only thing to break this silence between them. Well, that was until they heard a certain someone. "Jesus! You know there are 5 other people on this boat!" They quickly jumped away from eachother as they turned to see Erica, running away quickly. "Erica! Get back!" Y/n gave up before standing up. "It's fine. They would have figured it out eventually." Mitch stood up helping Y/n. "Yeah, I thought we could have kept it secret a bit longer than 20 seconds though."

Mitch and Y/n walked back to join the others at breakfast, immediately being bombarded eith questions and all they could do. Simply smile at one another and give eachother butterflies.

[littlemissfasd]

I wrote this a while ago, Unedited. Long one.

Warnings - mentions of alcohol usage, grief, vomiting, smut.

It had been almost six months since ellie broke up with Hayley, Ellie insisted there was no reason but you knew it was because she lost joel. Since then ellie had barely spoken two words to her, until christmas night.

Every year like clockwork, people would gather to eat, give and receive presents and get drunk. Tonight was that night, myself and a few others spent days helping Maria and Tommy prepare for it, and finally we were done. The chatter and laughter started to take over as more people started to show up. Tommy pats me on the shoulder and leans closer "hey..uh i know you and ellie aren't on the best of terms but she's really struggling."

I let his words sink in and sigh "i'll check on her." He gives me a sympathetic smile "how are you doing?" I ask, knowing its the first Christmas since Joel passed. God i miss that miserable old man.

"I'm getting there." I hand him a drink and nod "He'd be proud of you Tommy." His eyes light up a little as those words leave my mouth, he says nothing instead he pulls me in for a tight hug.

"Don't you ever forget that." I whisper before pulling away, i can tell he needed to hear it as his tears well up slightly. "I'll see you tomorrow okay?" I say, he nods waving at me as i start to walk off.

I walk around the crowd, knowing I don't do well in the midst of them. I walk down the street past Joels house, Maria insisted on putting all of joels favourite decorations up one last time. It looks beautiful. I kneel down placing a single flower on the grass "Merry Christmas Joel." I whisper as i stand up.

"Oh your here" I don't have to turn to know who it is. I can tell just by the attitude, i let out a dry chuckle "Hey Ellie." She says nothing and stays behind me, i turn and she stares blankly at the house.

"So stupid." I look down, staying silent and watching as the woman takes a few steps towards the house.

"He's dead, he cant see this shit." She says picking at the lights looped around the fence.

"Ellie~" she cuts me off with a laugh "don't give me the 'He'd like it' speech. Please." My eyes narrow seeing her hands, bloody and shaking "You're drunk." I comment and she turns to glare at me.

"Its Christmas." I shake my head "You can't handle drink." I say, not trying to sound mad but failing. "God! You're so annoying. You always fucking were. Checking up on shit that never concerned you. Insecure fuck man." My eyes widen at the insults that leave her mouth with ease.

"Wow." I say looking away "you know ellie..i was the one who found you. It was me who got joel back here. No one else fucking wanted to! I found you. I brought you back. I stayed with you. All for you to turn around and what? Throw me out? What, did it get to real Ellie?"

Her eyes widen as she listens to me rant.

"You hurting is not a reason to hurt me. I'm sorry about Joel. I am, if i could change it i would because i cant bare to see you like this." She stumbles slightly, i reach for her grabbing her sleeve to keep her steady.

"Can you take me home?" I sigh and nod "Yeah.." i keep ahold of her sleeve as we walk towards her house, once getting there she fumbles with the keys before dropping them "for fuck sake!" She screams slamming her fists against the brick wall.

"Jesus ellie!" I yell grabbing her hand, my own gets covered in her blood as it pools from her knuckles. I sigh and pick up her keys, unlocking it i turn to her "Go." She mumbles something i didnt catch as she walked inside.

"Sit down ill look at your hand" i say, she doesn't argue for once, she does as she's told. "How much did you drink?" I ask, grabbing the first aid kit she just points at the few scattered beers and a bottle of whiskey which doesn't have much missing from it.

"You know you're not supposed to drink on your medication." I say, i walk to the counter where shes sat and stand in front of her holding my hand out "stop trying to control me." She mumbles and places her hand in mine.

"Please find a dictionary and find the word control because what i just said does not fit under that." She winces as i wipes the blood from her knuckles, i can feel her staring at me but i ignore it and clean her up. "You haven't broken anything but it will be sore for a few days" she just nods, i take a step back closing the first aid kit.

"I don't know how to stop feeling like this." She says, digging her nails into the palm of her hand in an attempt to calm herself down. I don't know what to say, so I don't say anything.

"You came back." She whispers after a moment of silence.

"I promised i would." I mumble, she nods slowly staring into her lap.

"You should sleep. The alcohol mixing with your antibiotics..doesn't feel good. So lets get you to bed before then." I say, fidgeting slightly she nods and hops off the counter "Are you staying the night?" She asks as she walks around the kitchen and into the living room "uh..i can do." I offer, she nods "please." Theres a sense of sadness in her voice, one I couldn't ignore so i agreed to stay.

"Here." She says handing me one of her shirts and a pair of shorts, i thank her and head into the bathroom to change.

-

I wake up to the sounds of Ellie vomiting, i rub my eyes as i make my way to the bathroom. She sits against the toilet shivering "You alright?" I ask, she jumps at my voice and turns to me "I should have listened to you." I chuckle and sit beside her.

"Yes you should." I say matter of factly earning a small smile from her. She groans and rubs her forehead before throwing herself forward, i hold her hair back as she vomits. She lets out a frustrated yell after she finishes "i'm sorry im so dumb" she whispers, leaning her forehead against my shoulder.

"Everyone throws up, el. It's not an issue." She gives me a look and sighs "can you help me change my bedding?" I nod immediately guessing she didn't make it to the toilet fast enough.

"Just..get in the shower and clean yourself up, ill sort the bed out." I say, she doesn't argue and just turns the shower on and i leave giving her some privacy.

Her bedroom hasn't changed, the same posters sit on her wall, the photos of her and joel are gone now though. She used to have them on her nightstand but i guess it was too much.

I walk over to the bed and see a small puddle of vomit on the duvet, i strip it off making sure to put the sheets straight into the sink to get it off. I walk back and check the sheet, its clean but i change it anyway.

Ellie comes in around fifteen minutes later, looking a little better than before. "Thank you." She says motioning towards the bed. "Not a problem. Get some sleep okay?" As i walk past her she grabs onto the sleeve of my shirt "Don't go." My eyes connect with hers to see tears welling up "I'll be right out there, el" she shakes her head as a tear falls "Please. Don't leave." My heart shatters seeing her cry, i nod "okay.." i agree, still holding my sleeve she takes us both to the bed where we lay down.

She had sobered up, vomiting definitely helped that situation but you could tell she still felt rough. Her head leans against my shoulder as she fiddles with my sleeve. "I'm sorry. Not just about tonight..but everything. Yelling at you, breaking up with you. Im sorry."

I listen and nod, "i know." She looks up at me, her eyes look sad and dull "i lost..everyone." I shake my head "i'm right here." I whisper my hand slipping into hers, she tenses a little but softens again and holds my hand tightly.

"I tried everything to distract myself. Nothing worked." She says, her voice dead.

"This feeling wont last forever love. One day you will be okay." I don't even realise the use of the nickname until her eyes widen slightly reacting to it. "Uh.." i laugh awkwardly, shaking her head a small smile tugs at her lips "Don't worry about it.." she says.

I sit up, clearing my throat, she does the same "I mean it..It's okay." My eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Ellie.." i whisper, she hooks her finger under my chin pulling me closer, her lips graze mine causing a gasp to leave my mouth.

"Can i.." she whispers, i nod "Please.." i sound desperate, but in this moment I don't care, i just want her.

She kisses me, softly at first but she grips my hips pulling me into her lap deepening the kiss, i hear a small moan leave her mouth as our tongues clash against each other. I wrap my arms around the back of her neck, pulling away from the kiss.

"Are you..sure?" I ask, knowing her emotions are everywhere and I don't want to take advantage.

"Yes, please.." her eyes soften.

"O-okay.." i nod, she wastes no time and lays me down, hovering over me. "I've wanted this..for so long." She confesses pinning my hands just above my head.

"You could have said el." I mumble, humour in my voice.

"You never gave me an inkling that you..wanted to. Even when we were together" she says with a smirk, i nod knowing she's right.

"Well..now i am so stop talking and do something before i change my mind" her eyes widen at my words but she does as she's told and leans down, kissing my jaw and down to my neck, sucking gently earning a small gasp from my mouth. She likes the sounds that leave my mouth, they force her to lift my hips up forcing the oversized shirt up to sit on my stomach.

I can see the blush rise on her cheeks as she stares at my bare skin "I.." she start but stops herself by scooting down and kissing my bare stomach, with each kiss she goes higher, bringing the shirt with her as she goes. "Off." She whispers when she's sick of having to move it, i lean forward and she pulls it off me, chucking it off to the side leaving me in nothing but my shorts,

"So pretty." She whispers kissing around my chest, I don't have the tome to respond instead a loud whimper leaves my mouth as she bites down gently on my hardened nipple "Ellie.." i whine, she looks up at me almost as if she's trying to read me.

"What, love? Tell me" i shudder as her hands graze my stomach, going down to the drawstrings of my shorts, i feel them loosen and know she has undone them. "Use your words baby." She whispers, my mind is clouded feeling that warm sensation in my stomach worsen with every touch of hers.

"I just..i need you please." I beg, her hand slides easily into my shorts her fingers dip into my drenched pussy "what do you need me to do honey?" I gasp at her fingers, i can feel myself getting wetter by the second "i- i need you inside me. Stop teasing" i stutter like a fool but the smirk on Ellie's face reads she doesn't mind and likes this side of me, the side where i cant even form my words because im so weak by her touch.

"Say please" i let out a whimper at her words, a strand of her hair falls against her face as she stares up at me "please el.." She nods and sinks a single finger into me, i can feel her knuckle against my skin "oh~" my head tilts back against the pillow feeling her finger curl against my insides.

"Please move.." i plead, she says nothing and moves her fingers slowly, i groan and pull her face down to mine kissing her hungrily. Her free hand wraps gently around my throat, she knew i enjoyed choking, it came out in a drunken conversation when we were dating, im more shocked she remembered.

She pulls away from my lips and pushes a second finger in, a loud gasp leaves my mouth "good girl, taking me so well." She nibbles my ear gently moving her fingers at a fast pace, i cant even form words as the pleasure rips through my body forcing my back to arch and my head to fall back "i- im close" ellie looks at me as if she's going to use that as a challenge "Don't coms yet baby." She warns, her fingers pressing a little more pressure to my neck.

I whine at her words "please..i cant.." i pant, she shakes her head tutting at me "Do as your told, you hear me?" I her fingers slow down a little waiting for my response, i nod "words." Is all she says, the way she says it almost makes me finish right there and then. Dominate ellie doesn't come out often but i loved it.

"Yes- yeah" i stutter, she mumbles a 'good girl' before her fingers pick up there pace once more "oh god!" I yell out, covering my mouth because I wasn't expecting my moan to be that loud, she removes my hand "Its okay, i like your noises." My eyes roll into the back of my head as her fingers curl against that one spot, my hips buck against her, she can tell i wont be able to hold it for much longer.

"You need to come baby?" She asks, a smirk sits on her face "yes, please.." i pant, unintentionally trying to wriggle away from her hand. She grips my hip forcing me to stay "nuh uh pretty girl." I let out a groan, i cant hold it for much longer and she's loving every second of my struggle, she leans in close to my ear "come on my fingers baby." With that she thrusts her fingers once more, deeply and harshly forcing my orgasm to rip its way for me.

"Oh fuck!" I moan, my eyes stay shut as she keeps her fingers inside of me, watching as i come against her hand "f-fuck." I pant, my breathing is ragged and uneven as my orgasm ends "good girl." She whispers, she removes her fingers bringing them to my mouth.

"Taste yourself baby." I open my mouth, taking both of her fingers inside. My tongue laps my own release from her as she bites down on her lip at the sight. She removes her fingers, kissing my head.

"Your turn." I mumble.

Her eyebrows raise a little, clearly not expecting that.

-

[kilannad]

As the Stars Burn On Chapter 16

Ao3. Masterlist.

Old Fears

Gajeel climbed up to the deck from the men’s room, the whole ship creaking beneath his feet. The storm had forced them off course some and they had to stop for the night, meaning they wouldn’t land at Partia till the following evening. Sanji had a pinched, tight look all through dinner and no one had dared ask for seconds--not even Luffy, which Gajeel knew was strange. 

The ship was cramped, especially the men's quarters, and he was glad to get up and stretch. He and Laxus were rotating who got the couch, the other taking the floor—when neither of them was on watch, of course. It was better than the death traps the rest of the men used, but still a killer on Gajeel's muscles.

Below his feet, a plank of wood gave a little puff of air, every splash of water against her hull sounding like a pained cry. Gajeel had heard about how they’d gotten her from Usopp earlier that day, but he couldn’t believe that he was the only one thinking she was coming to the end of her rope. Still, he hadn’t said anything. Gajeel had the disturbing feeling that Merry was watching him--like she was there, and fighting to keep her pain quiet. It felt wrong to call her out on her weakness, as if he was insulting a warrior’s honor. 

Stars above, he must be tired. He never got sappy like this. What he needed was to get good and drunk; it was the only time he was any good at thinking. A pity nothing on this ship was strong enough to get his dragon metabolism drunk.

It was easy enough to sniff out the booze, and he swiped a few bottles before slowly climbing the mast. Normally he’d drink alone, or let Lily watch his back, but Lily was asleep and he didn’t feel much like being alone after a month in a cell. As such, he dropped into the crowsnest, offering Laxus a bottle of rum before he could throw a fit about it being his watch. 

He lifted one pale brow, but took the bottle and scooted over to make Gajeel room. He settled down, the tight confines of the nest meaning he could either sit diagonal to Laxus and cross their legs over each other or sit shoulder to shoulder. He chose the latter, figuring the lack of eye contact might make it less awkward, considering the last time they saw each other they were fighting to the death.

Would it be weird for Gajeel to apologize for the fight? Probably; Laxus and Lucy seemed to have put it behind them, and Gajeel honestly hadn’t held much of a grudge at the time, much less a year later. Plus, if anyone understood going from enemy to friend, it was Gajeel and Lily. 

For a few long minutes, only quiet filled the air, both of them opting to get a decent start on the rum. Gajeel enjoyed the silence, surprised at how comfortable the cool night air and gentle rocking ship made him--side effects aside, Chopper was a fantastic doctor. Laxus was a warm spot a few inches away, the companionship welcomed after a month of cold jail cells. A stronger wave rocked the ship, the mast giving a long, low groan.

“Poor Merry,” Laxus murmured. “We’ve gotta get a shipwright to take a serious look at her.”

“You don’t really think she’ll last, do you?” Gajeel couldn’t help but say. Laxus, of all people, didn’t seem like the type to rely on wishful thinking.

He thunked his head back to look at the stars. In the dim light of the waxing moon, Laxus seemed fuzzy and indistinct. Like Gajeel wouldn’t feel him if he reached across the minimal space between them. 

“Realistically?” Laxus finally started. “Probably not. But she’s just-” He trailed off, teeth grinding. Gajeel resisted the urge to tap his cheek until he let up. “She’s home.” A small bark of laughter. “Weirdest thing to say, but yeah, she’s home. Usopp will be devastated if she’s destroyed and Luffy has this thing against letting friends go. Should’ve seen him when Aisa--she’s like, eight--said she wanted to join.”

“Gihi.” Gajeel took a swig, amused at the thought. Luffy seemed like the exact sort of captain that wouldn’t mind bringing a kid along. “Sounds ‘bout right. But what we gonna do if she starts going down at sea?”

The whole ship shifted under them, a sharp moaning of wind between boards howling through the air. It almost seemed…sad, or maybe like a denial. Gajeel sat up sharply, Laxus standing at his side.

“Did you hear-?”

“Yeah.”

“But there was-”

“No wind,” Laxus finished. He turned slowly, lightning sparking across his shoulder. Gajeel flicked him as he stood.

“Cut that shit out. Letting your eyes adjust to pure darkness is better than half-assed light.” 

Laxus huffed, but let the darkness of the night fall back towards them. Gajeel took a few slow blinks, letting his eyes start piercing the night. There was no one near the ship, and only the two of them were up. The night was still, the wind having fallen away ages ago. Yet he couldn’t deny the feeling that someone was there, watching. 

Laxus gently ran a hand over the basket of the crowsnest, brows furrowed. Quietly, he called, “Merry?”

Gajeel nearly asked him what he was doing, but the groaning came again, a full cacophony of wood grinding against wood, metal plates rattling, ropes snapping against sails. From the sound, Gajeel would swear he heard a voice.

“Little longer,” it seemed to say, accent heavy and curling, voice so infused with love it filled his throat until he was choking on it. “I be carrying you lot a little longer.”

He met Laxus’s eyes, just as wide and surprised as his own. There was no doubt he’d heard it, or of where it came from. Yet it seemed so impossible; he’d seen a lot of crazy things in his life, but a living ship?

“Oh, Merry,” Laxus breathed out. “We’ll figure it out.” 

They wouldn’t, Gajeel knew. Sometimes, you just had to accept that someone was unsavable. The best they could do was give her a decent goodbye and keep her memory with them as they continued on. Laxus knew that just as much as Gajeel.

Sometimes, it was just kinder to lie.

☉

In the morning, buried deep in a pile of blankets, Gajeel tried to get a few more minutes of sleep.

“Who the hell drank all the rum?!”

On second thought, maybe he should start running.

☉

Lucy tucked the notebook away, stretching out her sore wrist. She’d started rewriting her novel, and while she enjoyed it immensely--as she had a chance to improve places where it’d been weak before--it left her whole hand achy after an hour or two. The sky, when she climbed on deck, was overcast and the waves choppy. Nami glared up as if daring it to burst into rain and most of the men were on call to handle the ropes. Now, with their crew expanding like it was, they had enough people to rotate out shifts, which at least let some of them relax. Gajeel and Lily had gotten roped into some sort of messy game with Luffy and Usopp, Zoro and Laxus exasperated witnesses between running the ship. Robin and Chopper were speaking softly over books, which meant Sanji must have been in the galley.

Lucy darted her way up the ship, not bothering to look toward Laxus--she knew he wouldn’t care either way. She tried not to let the hurt linger, pulling tightly on her sweater sleeves. She’d thought that if she hid the scars, he might find it less distasteful, but so far he still hadn’t said a single word to her since they left Skypiea. In the evening, Nami and Robin both did their best to chat about anything besides the growing elephant in the room, but Lucy knew the crew was noticing the distance between them. She hated it, but didn’t know how to fix it. She had only ever had a few friends in her life, and never truly had any fights with them. Not like this; not when it seemed to matter.

The galley was warm, the newspaper having been left to the side for her. Sanji looked up from a notepad and recipe book, smiling at her warmly.

“I’ll put on some tea, Lady Lucy.”

“Thanks, Sanji.” She settled down at the table, pulling the paper closer to her. Shé had compiled a mass of information from G-8 she still needed to sort through--there was something about bounty hunters, she knew, and maybe a mention of Partia--but she’d start with the daily World Economics. 

There were a few interesting headlines: ‘Mad Monk’ Urouge went up to 89 million and this time Lucy actually had enough passive knowledge to realize his wings were just like Enel’s priests’; Jewelry Bonney broke into a palace and raided the pantry for everything it had, then stole the crown jewels as a bonus; someone named Basil 'Magician' Hawkins got a first bounty of 45 million, though there was no attached article, so Lucy had no idea where his epithet came from; Whitebeard and Big Mom had a territory scuffle over a strip of islands. Very interestingly, there was a mention that the Revolutionary Army had broken into a secure facility and wreaked havoc. There were no details, of course, but the fact that it was mentioned at all piqued her interest. The World Government--and thus the newspaper--tried to avoid talking about the Revolutionaries as much as possible. Probably to stop people from thinking they were a viable threat to the World Nobles. 

Lucy made a mental note to talk to Shé and Crux about the Revolutionaries. She didn’t know nearly as much about them as she would’ve liked. 

She flipped the page, finding only the comic strips. Lucy went to put the paper away, before pausing as something caught her eye. Sora, Warrior of the Sea. She was vaguely familiar with the existence of the comic strip, but something in one of the panels was far more interesting. Germa 66. 

Sanji gently placed a pot of tea and a warm cup in front of her, giving a deep bow. “If you need anything else, mademoiselle-”

“Look at me,” Lucy asked abruptly, remembering a theory of hers from before Jaya. Sanji startled, blond hair falling across his eyes as he jerked upward. The color was different, but now that she took the time to look, his facial structure, the eyes, the body type, the eyebrows, it was all very similar to a photo Crux had dug up from a modern history book some time ago. “Sanji,” Lucy began gently, trying not to worry him. “Do you know the name Vinsmoke?”

His pale skin went ashen, and Sanji scrambled back so quickly that the table vibrated. He cleared his throat, looking away as he reached for his cigarettes. “Ah, o-only from stories, Lady Lucy.”

She pursed her lips, considering. Quietly, she reached for her teacup, the warmth spreading quickly through her fingers. On one hand, she was worried for Sanji and what this possibly meant for the crew; on the other, she knew what it was like to have a past you wanted to leave behind. 

“I’m not going to ask for details,” she finally said, keeping her voice low so the dragon slayers wouldn’t hear. “But I have to know; is this going to put the crew in danger?”

Sanji worked his jaw, throat bobbing. Finally, he shook his head, croaking out in a rough voice, “I’m dead to them.” He tugged at his roots. 

Lucy smiled, relieved, before standing up and grabbing his hands in hers to pull them away from his hair. “Okay,” she said firmly. She leaned in, pulling him into a hug. He was shaking, but he slowly, very slowly, eased into the touch and hugged her gently back. He held her like porcelain, which she found sweet. Lucy waited until he pulled back, catching his eyes even as he tried to look away. “You’re a Straw Hat, Sanji. That means you’re ours. Don’t forget, alright?”

His eyes went wide, the one visible darting away as his cheeks heated up. Quietly, he murmured, “As you say, Lucy.” 

She didn’t think everything was perfect, and she hoped this didn’t put distance between their relationship, but she was glad to have cleared the air. Fairy Tail had taught her the value of second chances, so she didn’t really care about his past. They had an assassin prince on their crew, so what? They also had a talking, flying cat swordsman, two dragons, a reindeer, and whatever the hell monster Luffy qualified as. Honestly, Sanji barely made the top five weirdos on this crew. 

Figuring he’d want some space, Lucy grabbed her cup and headed to the back deck. They had a little while before they got close enough to the island to need all hands on deck; she probably had time to talk with Shé about what he found in G-8. 

The air outside was thick and humid, the cold sweeping through her and prickling her skin. Lucy couldn’t help but scratch at her scars; the cold was making them itch.

“So that’s what got his panties in a twist.”

Lucy jumped, turning to find Gajeel leaning against the back railing, smug smirk twisting his lips even as he stared at the twisting pattern on her arm. She tugged her sleeve back down, scowling at him. 

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He snorted, shifting to face her more. “Please. I don’t need to be a dragon to smell Laxus on you, Bunny. Or to figure out that he’s avoiding you like the plague.”

Her face went red, and she sputtered. “T-there’s nothing to smell!”

He lifted a pierced brow, looking her up and down. She was wearing one of her pant sets from Alabasta, but felt like he could see everything. “Just ‘cause he hasn’t actually bedded you yet don’t mean the intent isn’t there.” Gajeel tipped his head to the side, grinning wickedly. “I bet you even sleep in one of his shirts.”

“Actually,” she threw out, reckless and annoyed. She hated being on the back foot in a conversation. “I started borrowing one of Zoro’s.” It was a lie, of course. She’d mostly asked just to see Laxus’s reaction, but since all he’d done was keep training, he clearly hadn’t cared much. Lucy knew, vaguely, that clothes were important with dragon slayers. She didn’t really understand all the details, but it had something to do with who they saw as ‘hoard’ or something. 

Gajeel’s grin fell away into honest surprise and she basked in the victory. It didn’t last long, as he bared his teeth in a scowl. “I hope to fuck you’re joking, Bunny. Or you’re askin’ for Laxus to start throwing down with everyone on this ship.”

“What?” She frowned, moving over to join him at the railing, more curious than annoyed now. His slitted eyes followed her, but he didn’t move away when she settled close. Laxus was likely up on deck somewhere, and she didn’t think this chat needed to be overheard. Stupid dragon slayers and their stupid enhanced hearing. “I thought the clothes thing just had to do with marking friends, or something?”

“Frien--what? The hell did Salamander tell you?”

“Not much, honestly. He’d answer questions we asked, but Natsu doesn’t really volunteer information--especially about his time with Igneel.” It had been one of the most surprising parts to discover about him, actually. Lucy had first thought of Natsu as a very open, heart-on-his-sleeve sort of person. He was, of course, but he also managed to talk a lot without ever actually saying anything much about himself. 

Gajeel huffed, twisting so that they were both looking out over the water. The waves shifted in the wake of the ship, the ocean choppy in the quickly rising wind. “Let me guess. Salamander used to word ‘hoard’ and never explained.”

“Well…pretty much, yeah. I thought hoard meant, like, gold and jewels and stuff but he talked about it like people. I figured his friendships are just what he was hoarding.”

“Pretty good guess,” Gajeel said. “But that ain’t what it means. ‘Hoard’ is just what dragons call their family units. Like, you have lion prides, murder of crows, all that shit. It’s a hoard of dragons.”

“Huh.” Lucy had never considered it that way. Except that really didn’t fit with what she knew about Natsu either. Or Gajeel, for that matter. “But, wait. Natsu said dragons were protective over their hoards.”

“Yeah.”

“But…wouldn’t Fairy Tail have been his hoard and Phantom yours? I mean, he’s protective of Fairy Tail, of course, but the whole clothes thing…”

Gajeel barked a laugh, the sound rough and rumbling. “Well, for one, Phantom was never my hoard. That ain’t the kinda atmosphere Jose was building. Two, you're thinking of flights of dragons, which is like, hoards that are in alliances. That’s what Fairy Tail is--a flight.”

“Okay,” Lucy said slowly, mentally organizing what he was telling her. If Fairy Tail as a whole was a flight, then the various teams inside of it would probably be closer to hoards. “So what exactly makes a hoard then?”

“Same shit that makes a lion pride or wolf pack. Fighting, survival, family.” He paused, grinning even wider. “Breeding.”

Lucy took a second to consider the implications--she’d been wearing Laxus’s clothes for months--before she jerked back, sputtering as her face heated up. Gajeel laughed, shaking so hard he started wheezing. She didn’t know if he said it that way just to get a rise out of her, or if that was actually all there was to it, but either way, she couldn’t help but lift her leg and slam it into his side with a shout. Distracted as he was, Gajeel tipped over the edge of the railing and splashed into the cold ocean below. He came up the next second cursing and shouting, but Lucy at least felt a little better. 

Lily came to investigate and pulled Gajeel out of the water; with his thick hair plastered to his skin and clothes clinging to every dip of his muscles, he looked like a drowned cat. Lucy burst into laughter, quickly joined by the rest of the crew who’d come to see what was happening. Gajeel shook himself, Lily rising high to avoid the spray.

“Gihi.” Gajeel grinned, eyes narrowed and fangs glistening. “You’ll pay for that, Bunny.”

He lunged for her and with a shriek she took off, the crew shouting encouragements and warnings as a game of chase started. Through it all, Lucy could just make out the sound of Laxus’s laughter.

☉

They got to the island later in the afternoon. At Nami’s directions, Laxus helped the rest of the men dock Merry in a small bay out of sight of the main dock. He was grateful to feel solid ground under his feet, his last dose of motion sickness pills having worn off during Gajeel and Lucy’s chase. It’d ended only when Gajeel had gotten a solid grip around Lucy’s waist and hauled her into the ocean alongside him, leaving them both wet and cold, but laughing. The entire affair had left something warm in Laxus’s chest, glad to see both of them loud and carefree. Luffy trying to jump in to join them had put a quick stop to the chaos, Nami stepping up and ordering everyone on the ropes so they could actually land. 

The island had a huge dormant volcano rising up in the center, craggy stone making up the rest of the ground. The only town was pressed against the mountain, built into and around huge chunks of dried magma stones. Beautiful, but harsh. The beach they’d docked at was made of black sand, and while Zoro remained on Merry to nap, Laxus and Gajeel found themselves settling close to the water. The rest of the crew had gone to get supplies and, in Lucy and Robin’s case, to get information. Lily had gone with, interested in seeing more of the local settlements now that he and Gajeel weren’t caught in a cell or trapped on a top-secret government island. 

The ocean was gray and choppy, the wind cold as it cut across them. Laxus breathed it in deeply, feeling his muscles loosen. He hoped there’d be a thunderstorm. 

“Hey,” Gajeel started, quieter than Laxus usually heard him. When he turned, he saw that Gajeel was staring at the sky, arms folded behind his head as he stretched out. Laxus tried not to stare too hard at the sliver of stomach revealed by his lifted shirt. “Can I ask ya something?”

Alarm bells started going off. Gajeel was many things--abrupt, intimidating, a punk, mischievous--but Laxus would never add hesitant to that list. Laxus had started to wonder if overconfidence was a dragon slayer trait. Still, he considered Gajeel nakama and didn’t want to push him away.

Laxus joined him laying on the black sand, letting lighting dance across his shoulders to loosen some tension. “Go for it.”

For a second, Laxus thought Gajeel had decided against speaking, but then he said; “Lucy’s new scars.”

Guilt crept through Laxus, a slow familiar mold that made it hard to breathe, like he was six years old again and dying. A part of him wondered if Gajeel knew all of Lucy’s scars and if so how, but it didn’t really matter. Laxus knew exactly which ones he was talking about. 

He had to swallow twice before he could get the words out. “Ate lightning that was too strong. Lost control. She grabbed me to remind me to redirect.” It wasn’t an excuse or an apology, but it was all he had. The truth. The blame.

The guilt.

“An accident then.”

“Doesn’t make it better.”

“Maybe.” The wind blew hard, Merry creaking with the push of waves. Laxus could make out the tinkling of stones rolling into stones somewhere down the beach. “Y’know,” Gajeel continued, “I still fucking flinch every time I see it.”

For a moment, Laxus thought he was talking about the lichtenburg he’d left on Lucy, but then figured it wouldn’t make sense for Gajeel to have such a reaction. “See what?”

“Right side, lowest rib. Three inches long.” 

Laxus considered it for a moment, before realizing what Gajeel meant. Lucy had a few scars, most small and easily hidden. The joys of strong magic being better healing. That couldn’t stop everything though, as Laxus had more than shown. 

“I know it. It was you?”

Gajeel blew a sharp breath, air whistling with the sound. He smelled like iron and wind, sharp and dangerous like all dragon slayers. Predators, the lot of them. Laxus wondered if that meant they’d always end up leaving marks on the people they cared about. 

“Yeah. The day I took her for Phantom.”

For a long time, the only thing breaking the silence was the growing wind and waves crashing against the shore. Overcast as the sky was, it made everything dark and shadowed, matching Laxus’s mood well. He spoke before he could think better of it, the one worry that had been pinching his brain for days.

“You think she’ll forgive us?”

Gajeel laughed, cold and hollow, so very different from earlier on the ship. “I think she already has. That’s what makes her Lucy.”

“I wonder if we’ll ever earn it.”

To that, Gajeel had no answer.

☉

Gajeel leaned against the door, waiting for his orders. The guildhall had settled into one position, but he could make out the shouts and spellfire of the ongoing combat. Not that it mattered much, of course. What Master wanted, he’d get.

“Excellent, Gajeel. Why don’t you keep our guest company? Give her your…best.”

Gajeel grinned, excitement rising in his blood. It’d been a while since he’d had an excuse to go heavy-handed--the Council tended to disapprove.

“Gihi. With pleasure, Master Jose.”

He spun around, leaving the office and stepping through into the wide-open lounge he and the Elemental Four used. It was empty, of course. His colleagues were gone making sure the flies were taken care of. Instead, only a slip of a blonde girl, tied and gagged, lay across the floor. 

Gajeel pulled the gag out, cutting the ropes with a sharp claw. It was never any fun if he couldn’t hear them scream. The chick, some rich girl named Lucy something, spat and sputtered, glaring up at him. She was hot, he wouldn’t deny that, even with the long, crazy-looking scars stretching across both her forearms. 

Had she had those when he’d picked her up from town? She must have.

The first kick to her stomach earned him a rough cough, but no scream. Gajeel grinned all the more, glad for the challenge. 

With that, he started having some good old-fashioned fun.

[acourtofquestions]

Tonight’s read is EoS Chapter 54:

Thoughts below the spoiler bar of safety for the chapter :-)

*thoughts to be updated shortly* — Current heading into the chapter thoughts are in the initial tags ;-) — P.S. from chapter 53 ending; what is Fenrys asking Rowan to do? — Am I supposed to know? — He asked to be “killed before that order is given” and I’m not sure if “that” order is… is it to execute Lorcan? Or kidnap Aelin for a “long” Maeve style punishment, Or a worse “what if” fear of Maeve being unhinged enough to fear Aelin with Rowan & Lorcan so much that she would just kill her without question? Or is this referencing some personal history like his brother “the anchor” & Maeve using something against him… or something else entirely??? And ALSO either way it’s sad and I don’t want that, so I’m even MORE concerned!!!

— The way Manon just so casually calls Rowan the Queen’s mate because it’s obvious to EVERYONE

— Very intrigued by the forms Lysandra chooses to take; like the current Viper (symbolism, but backwards (more like Rep Taylor, than actual “snake”) so I’m HERE. FOR. IT. flip the script queens) but more so because it’s interesting to pick a form that not only blends in/preps for the monsters around them but also scares everyone (including their “team” members like Fenrys or Manon who she doesn’t yet trust) it acts as a protective mechanism both ways.

— CONCERNED/how interesting that they ARE walking in the swamps that Elide & Lorcan avoided at ALL cost… perhaps due to sheer boiling power & a larger group?.. idk. but I don’t trust it😅… this is becoming the theme for EoS lol😅 “I don’t trust it! BUT ITS FINE—IT BETTER BE FINE😅😅”

— "Because she died. And even before she did, this world saw to it that she suffered, and was afraid, and alone. And even though no one will remember who she was, I do. I will never forget the color of her eyes, or the way she smiled. And I will never forgive them for taking it away." — don’t mind me just gonna go cry (and make annotations here since my book apps aren’t working and I’m too impatient for Libby to keep waiting to read this one)

— okay what do they mean by “lock” …this whole time I’ve been thinking “lock” like a door, cause (wyrd)KEYS… but now without having anything they are saying they reached “the lock” so is this like a kind of island, or water system, or what???

— "Perhaps she'd try to be better about it, if this dread was at all like what they felt." — UH YEAH THEY DO, thank you for finally having some preservation to scare me a little less😂

— okay, so, like the Lysandra post I made recently about her guarding Aelin’s back just got more interesting with that now as Manon’s job

— "She could almost feel him sliding into that frozen, raging place-- where born instinct and centuries of training had him seeing the world as a killing field, and willing to do anything to eradicate any threats to her. Not just his Fae nature--but Rowan's nature. To protect, to shield, to fight for what and who he loved." — ugh I love him and them and the Rowan’s nature part🥹🥹🥹 TOO MUCH LOVE I JUST🥹

— "Even in the marshes, it was easy to become drunk on him, on the taste and smell and sound and feel of him." — once again Kanej vibes with the “if he could bottle the sound and get drunk off her laughter every night” quote🥹😭once again HE SMELLS LIKE HOME TERRASEN

— Them training sword names I LOVE THEM

— "Blame my ancestor." She certainly did. For many, many things." — first off glad we’re finally talking about that, secondly not ancestorS and it’s singular *coughs Elena* (unless it’s a hint at her and Manon but I doubt it😂)

— JUST SAY THAT YOUR MATES ALREADY AND MAKE THE TIME AND DONT DO IT ON DEATHS DOOR PLEASE

— thinking the word “coward” is what hit her heart😭

— Manon did listen though…

— “throw a rock?”😂 (okay Indiana Aelin)

— "As if they’d done a hundred times before" — once again guarding back, are they related, players in the game, I love them… come on it’ll all be fine with these two goddesses

— please don’t kill Lorcan but Lorcan don’t you dare hurt Aelin or steal the ding dang keys but hey Elide come meet the fam

— your telling me it’s bad enough Lorcan is warning them to get out not even revenge but that even for his endearing “bitch queen”😂

— I can’t tell if Manon was hopeful or terrified at the idea of the Iron-teeth coming😭🖤

— crap the ilken know the Wyrdkey too now and so does Lorcan so they’ll both be fighting with too much info UGH (why can’t they all just kiss, open a treasure chest, go to a fancy suite, and be left alone for a dang second to be happy or not about to die with the weight of everything on a couple of teenage immortals) p.s. AUTOCORRECT ITS NOT SILKEN ITS ILKEN🤦‍♀️

— "and she knew he'd been taking in the horizon and surrounding lands not for any chance of winning the battle that was sure to come, but for any shot at getting her out. — MY HEART

— Even if the rest of them had to buy her time with their own lives." — Ummm no (don’t you dare get dumb on me Gavriel…. Wait shit if they see Lorcan are they gonna have to fight him not run…?!?)

— “five hundred” — holy shit we are way in over our heads… how are there even that many… oh goodness… time to go get sleep deprived😂 please tell me ur bad at guestimstes?

P.S. old exclamation THE AMULET IS THE WITCH TRIAD THING!!!

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 43 - Part 1

*Warning - Adult Content*

Vince

There had been, at one point in time, a moment in which I had thought about what my life would be like with Simon as my mate.

Of course, I had been completely drunk off my ass and although I don't remember all the details, I do remember the intense emotions I felt that night.

Father had been spouting his incredibly high and mighty bullshit expectations for the Alpha role again for the umpteenth time since I turned eighteen, insisting that I'd need to follow so I wouldn't end up like Michael.

Meanwhile, I just wanted to celebrate my birthday like anyone else, with friends and some under-aged drinking.

Sarah had been out on a trip with her parents to one of the southern packs, so I had planned on drinking with Lucas and the boys but instead, I had to listen to my father's tirade, as they all went out to watch a movie without me.

So after I finally got father to stop talking about how much of a disgrace Michael was, I decided to party by myself, in which I planned on getting completely wasted so I could forget about Alpha duties for the night.

It hadn't been the first time I drank underaged but I was a lightweight in comparison to what I could tolerate nowadays.

I don't remember how many bottles of alcohol I consumed but I do remember sitting on the steps of the pack-house, tossing the empty ones into the bushes.

I couldn't have been on such a high prescription of suppressants at the time because although not being able to feel the bond between Simon, my wolf was definitely still around, scolding me every now and then when we passed by him or his family.

He had definitely gotten weaker since we turned sixteen but I could still feel him, urging me to approach Simon and maybe that was my mistake that night.

From the very first bottle, my wolf had been begging me to see him and after indulging in numerous bottles, I guess he took the lead, pushing past my blurry and stumbling mess of a conscious to walk himself there without me holding him back.

I don't remember the trip there or how I possibly got there without busting my ass or passing out but I do remember Simon's home.

His home was still lit, the yellow glow of lights like a lighthouse amongst the rest of the dark neighborhood.

I remembered the sounds of his family there, celebrating someone's birthday and the sound of children's laughter.

The smell of homemade pizza was so strong that I could almost taste it from there.

I remember how creepy it seemed of me to be standing by their fence, my wolf taking in the same sights and sounds, watching through their kitchen window as our mate held the newest addition to their family, Stephen, with one of those cheap cone hats that was amusingly oversized for his head.

It must've been his first birthday, one of the younger boys shoving cake into his face and maybe it was my wolf but I could've sworn that I could feel the same happiness that Simon was feeling from the kitchen.

The sounds of his laughter reverberated as if he was standing right next to me, the feeling of warmth washing over me as if I was a part of their family's party.

Looking at Simon standing there, I let my drunken thoughts wonder what it'd be like next to him.

If I hadn't been the Alpha's son, would we be able to be like Michael and David were before my father went ape-shit on them?

Could I have been happy to be a part of his family, celebrating our birthdays or his sibling's birthdays like this?

Where we could make home-cooked meals, have fun and not expect me to be training or learning how to manage a pack all the time.

Even throughout the drunken haze, I knew the answer but the longer we stood out there, one thing became clear.

I wanted that.

I wanted that happiness too.

To feel that warmth wash over me, the laughter and smiles that would carry on into the night.

I wanted that too.

When all my father did was argue, yell and threaten, I longed for that same happiness that was plastered on Simon's face permanently like a tattoo.

I wanted a 'home' not the pathetic house I lived in.

Where love flourished, not expectations.

Where I wasn't expected to be this stern, stone-cold Alpha, like my father and instead I could celebrate my own birthday without anyone telling me what I needed to be.

I wanted to have fun, celebrate with my siblings, smear cake on our faces.

I wanted that lively home, instead of our sterile and hostile one but that vibrant home was gone now, a mere skeleton that only harbored bad memories and the horrible truth that I had to live with whenever I saw it.

I single-handedly destroyed it, diminished the warm and sprightly glow of a home that was overflowing with happiness.

Staring at it now stirred up so many emotions and feelings I had tried to hide all these years.

'That' and the bond had resurfaced.

Not in its entirety but I could feel the pull, the emotions Simon was feeling washing over me.

I had tried to tell him that night we fought about my dosage and Michael but my head was a jumbled mess from the sudden onslaught of his emotions that I couldn't get the words out.

Sure, I probably shouldn't have decreased my dose that dramatically but it had worked, the bond we thought was gone was back.

My wolf still was silent as ever but it had been a start.

I had felt the bond then and again this morning when he delivered breakfast and I feigned sleep.

[Don't forget to eat] the note had read.

It was silly but it almost made me smile.

Despite the argument and cold shoulders, Simon was still worried about my eating habits.

It amazed me that he was willing to do that and yet I couldn't even say the words I tried to write down last night.

He would wear his emotions on his sleeve and so earnestly, while I struggled to write a mere apology and now, standing outside his childhood home where I made the biggest mistake of my life, I could feel the effects of the bond hitting me like a tidal wave, so powerful that it felt like gravity had increased tenfold.

It was as if all those years of silencing the culmination of feelings I've hidden, all returned at once.

Every tear, every sob, every pain-staking wail could be felt as I stood in the same spot outside the fence.

I could tell he was here and like that drunken night, I knew I didn't belong here.

It was wrong but knowing he was here 'alone' in that house, was enough for me to seek him out.

He shouldn't be here alone, not when this place held his darkest memories, held the pack's darkest memories.

I knew better than to approach him, to even set foot in that house seemed insolent but I needed to make sure that he'd be alright.

At least in the physical sense, given how much turmoil he was in mentally.

But I wondered why, of all people, Xavier had walked away from him.

I had passed him on my way here and I had tried to stop him but he brushed past me, almost in a trance.

But as the pain of the bond continued its assault, I stepped closer to the house steps.

I pulled out my cell-phone, bracing myself along the wall as the migraine throbbed.

My thumb hovered over the screen, as I found it difficult to focus long enough to scroll through my contacts.

Simon's sobs sounded like he was right next to me, crying into my chest like the other night and the building pressure in my chest intensified.

I scrolled, finding Michael's number, debating whether I really wanted to call that asshole.

But, Simon trusted him, trusted him a lot more than me for sure.

I couldn't find it in me to press the call button, so I scrolled back up.

No matter how much Simon trusted him, I didn't want him here, he'd probably just rub it in my face that I couldn't do anything.

That I was so powerless to help somebody I was destined to be with. and then I found Aspen's number.

I hesitated for a bit, letting my thumb hover over it while trying to focus on my breathing.

No matter how much he'd probably punch me or yell at me, I trusted him a lot more than Michael and he knew how to help Simon, after all, he knew him better and had dealt with his attacks before.

Pushing past the pain for a second, I pressed it, steeling myself to stay on the line as I waited for him to answer.

It took two rings before he picked up.

He was silent but I could just sense the disdain and contempt over the stark silence.

I sighed before saying...

"He needs you."

"What did you do now?"

I breathed shakily.

"He's hurting. He... he's at his house."

I could hear Aspen curse as it sounded like he was on the move.

"Where?"

I explained how to get there, when I felt a sharp sting in my side, almost as if I had been sucker-punched.

Then it felt like it was burning, the pain lingering along with the rest of the pain I could feel rolling off of Simon.

"What is it?" Aspen asked as I gasped in pain.

"Hurry," I breathed out when I could feel it again, this time it felt like the time Michael had clawed my side in our duel.

"Shit."

I couldn't understand Aspen as he continued to say things, the pain so bad it felt like the world was spinning now.

I blinked, looking into the house, trying to ground myself enough to understand him.

I managed to hear him make out...

"Is he injured?"

"Injured? Why would he be injured..." I stopped, the image of his scars I had seen flashed and that alone made my breath hitch, fear creeping in.

"Shit."

I crawled my way up the stairs, the fear I felt from Xavier's stunt also rolling through the back of my mind.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I mumbled, stepping through the front doors.

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part i

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudocest, stepcest, cheating, wombfucking, semi-public sex (in an alley), extremely light dumbification, breeding kink, spit kink, Osamu has a dick piercing

4.5k words. thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this and reassuring me that it doesn’t suck lol

ao3 link here (aha its not too long mobile just sucks!!) part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

You sighed as you tapped your fingers on the table. Your mom had decided it was high time for you to meet your new stepdad, who you had put off meeting for the past three years. You smiled as you remembered the perfectly timed appendicitis that had you missing the wedding. You couldn’t have planned it better if you tried. 

Your dad had only passed away a little under four years ago, leaving your mom to remarry only six months later. You’d opted to live with your grandmother, citing her health as a reason to live with her on her farm. Your plan had worked perfectly, and you hadn’t had to meet Osamu for three years.

Now though, with your grandmother in the hospital, your mom thought it was a great time for you to come and visit and finally meet the great Osamu.

“Osamu should be home any minute,” your mom said, smiling happily over the takoyaki she was making. “He’s bringing your favourite!”

“Yay,” you said, unenthusiastically. You glanced at the time on your phone. You were almost wishing Osamu to be here so you wouldn’t have to spend another awkward second with your mom.

You and your mom hadn’t been close to begin with, you always being a daddy’s girl from the day you were born. And after remarrying so quickly, you’d drifted even further apart. At this point, you had nothing to speak to her about.

“I’m home!” Someone called. The door slid shut behind them and you glanced around, waiting for them to appear in the kitchen. “And I brought umeboshi onigiri!”

The man who stepped into the kitchen nearly knocked you out of your seat.

He was handsome. Devastatingly, heartachingly, handsome. He was tall, with brown hair and deep grey eyes, and thick. His t-shirt was pulled taut over his broad shoulders and his thighs in his shorts were almost indecent. 

The next thing you noticed was that he was young. Probably only a handful of years older than your twenty-one, definitely closer to your age than your mom’s.

God, why had you put this meeting off? Had you known your mom was married to an actual god, you would’ve actually visited.

“Hey, honey,” your mom greeted, smiling at him. Your stomach twisted as she leaned over, puckering her lips for a kiss. Osamu pecked her lips quickly and turned towards you.

“Hey, I’m Osamu,” he greeted, smiling widely at you. Your heart skipped. “I heard ya like umeboshi onigiri so I made you some.”

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to finally meet ya,” Osamu said. “Was starting to think ya were avoiding me!”

“More like she was avoiding me,” your mom said. “She was always a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh?” Osamu asked, looking at you. Your cheeks burned. “Well, I’d never try to replace yer dad, but if ya ever need some daddy/daughter time, I’m here for ya.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something stupid. 

“I really appreciate that,” you said. 

“Oh, I’m so glad you two are getting along already!” Your mom squealed. She carried the takoyaki to the table and smiled as she sat down. “Dinner is finally ready.”

“Itadakimasu,” you mumbled, already loading your plate up with onigiri and the other food on the table. 

“So, how is university going?” Your mom asked. 

You shrugged as you slurped up some noodles. “It’s going. Made nationals.”

“Oh? What sport do ya play? I don’t think yer mom ever mentioned,” Osamu said. You rolled your eyes. Of course she hadn’t mentioned volleyball, it wasn’t like you’d been playing since elementary school or anything.

“Volleyball,” you said. “I was on the Niiyama girls team in high school. Hoping to go pro after uni.”

“Volleyball? I played in high school! My brother, Atsumu, and I were on the Inarizaki team,” Osamu exclaimed. 

“Not Miya Atsumu, right?” You asked, excitedly. “MSBY Black Jackals Miya Atsumu?”

“The very one!” Osamu said.

“No way! They’re my favourite team! I have a signed poster in my room, it’s my prized possession!” I exclaimed. “I heard a few members are going to the Olympics this year.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she plays volleyball,” Osamu said, glancing at your mom.

“Must’ve slipped my mind,” your mom said.

“We should go to a game sometimes,” Osamu said. “I can get an extra ticket to the MSBY, Adlers game later this week.”

“That sounds great!” You said, smiling widely.

Your mom ate in relative silence as you and Osamu traded stories about your volleyball times, only ever inputting something every once in a while. After dinner, Osamu found a Sendai Frogs match. 

“I’m currently in the nation’s top 3 setters,” you said, proudly. “I’m number two behind Takao Michi.”

“I’ll have to start coming to yer games,” Osamu said. “See ya in action.”

“I’d like that,” you said, honestly. 

“Why don’t ya come to work with me tomorrow? I can introduce ya to a few of my friends that are in town,” Osamu said.

“Absolutely,” you said.

“Don’t get me wrong though, I’m putting ya to work while yer there,” Osamu said. Your mom yawned.

“You all have me worn out from all this volleyball talk,” she said. “I’m going to bed.”

“Night, mom,” you said as she stood up.

“Osamu?” She questioned, turning back to glance at him.

“Oh, we’re going to stay up a bit longer,” he said. “The Schweinden Adlers have a match after the Frogs.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.

Osamu waited until you heard the bedroom door click shut before speaking.

“I know this is probably too much information about yer mom but she must think I’m some sex robot,” Osamu said, huffing. “A guy can only do so much.”

You crinkled your nose. “Gross, I did not need to know that.” You tried to hold steady but laughter bubbled up through your lips. Osamu laughed loudly and you joined him, holding your gut with how hard you were laughing.

“We need- we need to be- to be quiet!” Osamu laughed. “She’s trying to- tryin’ to sleep.”

You giggled a few more times before quieting down.

“So, how old are ya?” Osamu asked, standing up. “Old enough for a beer?”

“I’m twenty-one,” you said. “Old enough for a beer.”

“We got wine coolers if ya would rather have that,” Osamu said, stepping into the kitchen.

“Please,” you said. “So, how old are you? Can’t help but notice you’re quite a bit younger than my mom.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in October,” he said, grabbing a beer and a wine cooler out of the fridge.

“Follow up question,” you said, “and I don’t mean any offence, I’m sure she’s great in some ways, but why my mom? I mean, surely there’s no shortage of people your age that are wanting you.”

Osamu took a long drink from his beer before answering. “Ask me after I’ve drunk a few of these.”

You pursed your lips and took a sip of your fruity drink. “Fine,” you said. “Then let’s play a game. Every time the Adlers score, I’ll ask you a question and every time the Tachibana Red Falcons score, you get to ask me a question.”

“Deal,” Osamu said.

“Oh! Score!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands up. “Another untouchable spike by Ushiwaka!”

“Shush, yer mom,” Osamu giggled. You rolled your eyes and chugged the rest of your fifth drink.

“You shush, it’s my turn,” you said, plopping down on the couch next to Osamu. “So, now tell me,” You hiccupped. “My bad. Now tell me, why my mom? Why not someone your age? Because I’m gonna- I’m gonna be honest, you’re hot and my mom is, like, she’s not, like, ugly, but, like, she’s, like, fifty.”

“I could just like cougars,” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes and popped the top on your next drink.

“Tell the, the truth, ‘Samu,” you slurred. 

“Fine, but this stays between us, as best friends,” he said.

“Bee ef efs,” you slurred.

“Yer mom helped fund my restaurant,” he said. “So, I felt bad. She’s so nice and sweet. So, I married her.”

“Now you have a step kid that’s only four years younger than you,” you said. 

“Yeah, she didn’t really mention ya before we got married,” he said. Osamu leaned in close to you. “She didn’t mention how attractive ya were either.”

Your cheeks flushed. You turned your head away from him, looking back to the television.

“Oh, Falcons scored,” you said. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”

Osamu took a sip of his beer before speaking. “Why have ya been avoidin’ yer mom?”

You took a large gulp from your drink. “I haven’t been avoiding her,” you lied. Osamu blinked at you slowly. 

“Fine, fine!” You exclaimed. You sipped from your drink, then responded, “Mainly because she remarried so quickly after Dad died. And to someone only four years older than me. But we’ve never been close. She and I never really saw eye-to-eye. She was the love of my dad’s life and he was just another guy to her. Not to mention, she’s never been remotely interested in anything in my life, she’s always been so self-absorbed. I doubt she even knew I still played volleyball, that’s probably why she didn’t mention it to you.”

Osamu stayed silent as you chugged the remainder of your drink.

“I know it’s probably not comforting, but I’ll be there for ya if ya need me,” Osamu said. “Even if yer mom and I separate, I consider ya a friend now.”

Osamu’s words were oddly comforting. You nodded as you reached for yet another wine cooler. 

“I’m oddly comforted,” you said, popping the top easily. You fiddled with the top, thinking of what to say next.

“Another Falcons score,” Osamu said. “My turn again.”

“Question away,” you said. 

“Can’t think of any,” Osamu said. He yawned.

“Tired already?” You teased, elbowing him in the side. “Old man.”

“I’m twenty-five,” he argued, yawning again. “But I am going to bed. Let’s call a rain check on our game.”

“Deal,” you said, raising your bottle to him. “Might as well go to bed, too. Night, Samu.”

“Night, Y/n,” Osamu said, standing up. He stretched out before padding down the hallway to your mom’s room. 

You sighed loudly once you heard the door click shut. You gulped down your drink. “Good going, Y/n. You finally found a guy you like and he’s your stepdad.”

You finished your drink before gathering all the empty bottles and cans, throwing them in the recycling before walking towards your room. You collapsed onto your unmade bed and passed out before your head hit the pillow. 

“Two salted salmon onigiri,” you said, placing the plate in front of the professional volleyball player. “And onion soup.”

“Go ahead and join them,” Osamu said, placing a few plates on the same table. “I’ll bring you out some umeboshi onigiri.”

“Thanks,” you said. You could barely contain your excitement as you took a seat between Miya Atsumu and Bokuto Koutarou.

“So, yer a setter?” Atsumu asked, taking a bite of his onigiri. You nodded.

“Number two in the nation,” you said.

“She’s better than you were, Tsumu!” Hinata Shoyo exclaimed. You smiled widely.

“In high school, I was ranked number one under nineteen in my second and third years,” you said. “I even got to play in the junior Olympics in high school. We only won silver, though.”

“We’re playing the Olympics this year,” Bokuto said. “And a few of our friends from the Adlers.”

“Kageyama Tobio, Ushijima Wakatoshi, and Hoshimiumi Kourai?” You asked. “I’ve been keeping up with everyone considered for the Olympics.”

“Maybe you’ll be playing in the next Olympics,” Sakusa said. 

“That’s the goal,” you said, smiling. Osamu set a plate in front of you. “Thank you.”

“So our little star setter is here for the next week,” Osamu said, placing a strong hand on your shoulder. “We should play a game while she’s down, see how good she really is.”

“I’m game!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I wanna see those number two in the nation skills!”

“Probably nowhere near the level of you guys,” you said.

“We do have a few years on ya,” Atsumu said, ruffling your hair. 

“Literally only four,” you said, fixing your hair.

“Leave the kid alone, Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Hey, she’s my niece now, I reserve the right to tease her,” Atsumu said.

“Uncle Tsumu,” you teased.

“That’s right, Uncle Tsumu and Daddy Samu,” Atsumu said. 

Your stomach flipped as the MSBY boys laughed. Osamu looked down at you and winked. You clenched your thighs together.

“All right, quiet down before ya disturb my payin’ guests,” Osamu said. 

“Lunch on Samu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Once yer finished, I want ya back in the kitchen,” Osamu said. He rubbed your back before walking into the kitchen.

“So, you plan on going professional after university?” Bokuto asked.

You nodded as the table fell into casual conversation.

“I already have offers to go play in France and Brazil,” you said, taking a bite of your onigiri.

“Brazil is fantastic,” Hinata said. “I played there for a while.”

“You liked it? I’ve been debating back and forth between the two. Can’t decide which one I would enjoy more,” you said. “Does Brazil have good food?”

“The best! Unless you’re looking for Japanese food,” Hinata said. “There’s no good Japanese food.”

“Noted,” you said, smiling.

“What are you studying in school?” Sakusa asked.

“Education,” you said. “If volleyball doesn’t work out I want to teach Japanese in another country.”

“Smart,” Sakusa said.

“So, any boyfriends? Girlfriends? Significant others?” Atsumu asked.

You laughed. “With what time?”

“Oh, come on, there has to be someone!” Atsumu exclaimed. “We all find time for a lil’ somethin’.”

“There was a girl,” you admitted. “On my volleyball team, but we both cared more about volleyball than each other.”

“Any crushes?” Bokuto asked. He winked at you and flexed his arms playfully.

You pursed your lips. “And why should I tell you if I do?”

“Because we’re all best friends now!” Hinata shouted, slamming his hand on the table. He ignored the looks from the other customers.

“There is this guy I have my eye on,” you said. “He’s tall, nice, and beefy as hell.”

“Ooo, tell us more,” Bokuto said.

You shook your head. “No use talking about him. He’s strictly off limits.”

“He’s gay,” Atsumu said, nodding his head.

“What?! No!” You laughed. “He’s taken.”

“Ah, university relationships aren’t always serious, you can probably still get him,” Hinata said, waving away your worries.

“He’s married,” you said. The boys all hissed in sympathy.

“Ask for a threesome,” Atsumu said. Your face must’ve shown your disgust because the boys all laughed at you.

“She must be ugly,” Bokuto said.

“We don’t get along the best,” you said. You sighed as you looked down at your empty plate.

“Better get to work before Daddy Samu grounds you,” Atsumu teased.

You rolled your eyes, but stood up. 

“It was nice meeting you guys,” you said. “I hope we can get a game together before I leave.”

“Oh, we definitely will,” Bokuto said.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said, smiling. You waved bye to them as you entered the kitchen.

Osamu was leaned over the stove top, stirring a large pot of soup.

“Have fun?” He asked, wiping sweat off his brow with the towel thrown over his shoulder. You nodded.

“They were all super nice,” you said. “I feel like we’re actually friends now.”

“That’s good,” Osamu said, smiling at you. “Ya wanna start putting together a couple of onigiri?”

“No problem,” you said, washing your hands quickly. 

“We need five salted salmon and three umeboshi,” Osamu said. “And then out to table three.”

“Got it,” you said.

The rest of the day went by relatively quickly and smoothly. It was finally around midnight when the last customers finally left and you and Osamu could close down shop.

“Come into my office and I’ll show you how to count all the money,” Osamu said, locking the main doors. 

You followed him into his small office. 

“Okay, whenever you count the money, make sure the door is closed and locked behind you,” Osamu said, closing the door behind him. 

You held your breath as he slowly slid past you, your chest brushing against his.

“A lil’ cramped in here, sorry,” Osamu said, sitting at his desk.

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, sitting in the folding chair next to him.

“So, d’ya have a good day?” Osamu asked, casually thumbing through bills.

You nodded. “It was good! It was nice meeting your friends. I really liked them.”

“Ooo, any of ‘em catch yer eye?” Osamu teased. You rolled your eyes.

“I already have my eye on someone,” you said.

“Oh?” Osamu questioned.

“He’s taken though,” you said. “Strictly off limits.”

“Ask for a threesome,” he said.

You laughed loudly. “Funny, Atsumu said the same thing. But no, I don’t get along with his wife.”

“Wife? That sucks,” he said, placing a wad of cash in an envelope. 

“Yeah,” you agreed.

“Well, I, for one, think yer a catch,” Osamu said, sealing the envelope. “Anyone would be lucky to have ya.”

“Thanks, Samu,” you said, face burning. He patted your thigh.

“Anytime, princess,” Osamu said. You clenched your thighs together at the new nickname. “Well, we’re all done here, let’s get home.”

You trailed after him like a lost puppy as he double checked all the appliances were off and flipping the lights off.

You shivered as you stepped into the cool, night air. 

“Cold?” Osamu asked, already peeling off his Onigiri Miya hoodie.

“Yeah, a little,” you said, gladly taking the hoodie from him. You tugged it over your head and breathed deeply. “Smells good. Half expected it to smell like onigiri.”

“It will soon,” Osamu said, smiling. “It’s new. Just got the shipment in last week.”

“I’ll have to get one,” you said.

“Keep it,” Osamu said. “Ya look cute in it.”

You blushed deeply. You bumped his shoulder with yours gently.

“It’s like, way too big,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “Oversized is in. Besides, I thought girls loved to steal guys’ hoodies.”

“Yeah, guys they like,” you said.

“Well, ya took it from me,” Osamu said, bumping your shoulder. “Ya must like me a little.”

“Whatever,” you said, cheeks burning. Osamu laughed.

“Someone has a crush!” He sang.

“Shut up! I don’t have a crush on you,” you said.

“Ya did call me hot last night,” he said.

“I was drunk, so it doesn’t count,” you said. He rolled his eyes obnoxiously.

“Ya have a crush on me, just admit it,” Osamu said. “I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise.”

“You’re my stepdad, in case you forgot,” you replied. “That’s basically incest, isn’t it?”

“So ya admit it?” Osamu asked. You shoved him playfully.

“I actually have a crush on Atsumu,” you said. “He’s the hotter twin.”

Osamu pushed you into an alley and caged you against the cool bricks of a building.

“Oh?” Osamu said. “Ya think Atsumu is the hotter twin?”

You nodded slowly as Osamu looked down at you.

“It’s the hair,” you squeaked.

“Oh, yeah, forgot that girls love a guy who doesn’t know what toner is,” Osamu said, leaning down. “I think yer lying.” His nose was nearly touching yours.

“I’m not,” you mumbled. Osamu’s hands moved from either side of your head to your hips. 

“You are,” Osamu whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You shivered.

“And if I am?” You asked.

“I don’t like bad girls,” Osamu said. “Lying is grounds for punishment.”

“Punishment?” You asked.

“I’d bend ya over my knee and spank ya until ya begged for mercy,” he said. You sucked in a sharp breath.

“It’s a good thing I’m not lying, then,” you said. By now, Osamu’s lips were nearly against yours, so close you could feel the heat from his breath on your lips.

Osamu ground his hips against yours, firmly pressing his hard on against you.

You bit your lip and glanced down. His cock was straining against his jeans, eager to be released.

“Tell the truth and I’ll think about not putting ya over my knee,” Osamu said, lips softly brushing against yours. 

“You’re the hotter twin,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “And I have a crush on you. And I want you to fuck me in this alley.”

“There we go,” Osamu said. He finally kissed you roughly, like he wanted to devour you. You moaned as he ground against you.

“Samu,” you moaned, pulling back. He wasted no time, kissing down your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about pushin’ this lil’ skirt up all day,” he growled, pushing your skirt up around your waist, revealing the pretty pink lace of your underwear. 

“Please,” you gasped as he shoved his jeans and underwear down, releasing his cock. You nearly moaned at the sight of it, long and thick and leaking precum from the swollen tip.

“Gonna wreck this cute little cunt,” Osamu said, tugging your underwear down and letting them fall to the ground. He dragged the tip of his cock through your wet folds, teasing your clit and hole.

“Is- Is that a piercing I feel?” You asked, feeling cool metal against your warm folds.

“I’ll give ya a closer look later,” he said, teasingly pushing the tip in and out of your hole. “Wanna be in ya now.”

“Fill me up, please, Samu,” you begged, digging your fingernails into his skin. Your walls fluttered around nothing as he lifted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lining his cock up with your hole. “Beg for my cock, princess.”

“Please, please, please!” You cried. “Want your cock in me, need it! Please, Samu, want you to fill me up.”

“Of course, baby girl, anything for my princess,” Osamu said, kissing you softly. He rutted his hips up into you, stretching you out suddenly.

You moaned loudly and let your head fall on Osamu's broad shoulder. 

“So big,” you moaned. “Hurts.”

“Shh, shh, yer takin’ me so well, baby,” Osamu said. “Squeezin’ me so tight, wanna bust just bein’ in ya.”

You whimpered as Osamu slowly pulled out. He pushed back in slowly, giving you time to adjust to each inch. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper until the swollen tip was kissing your cervix.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Gonna ruin ya.” Osamu pulled out until just the tip was in and slammed back into you.

You gasped loudly as his cock breached your cervix, going deeper than anything had ever been in you and stretching you more than anything ever had.

“Samu!” You cried, throwing your head back and digging your nails into the nape of his neck. “Fuck, harder, please!”

“Feel that, baby? I’m so deep in ya,” Osamu said. “Fuckin’ past your cervix, yeah?”

You nodded as you bit back your moans as Osamu pounded into you. You buried your head into his shoulder and bit down, quieting your too loud moans.

“Next time, ‘m gonna have ya somewhere ya can be loud as ya want,” Osamu grunted. “Wanna hear yer pretty, little moans.”

You let out a soft moan in his ear and he snapped his hips up harder into you.

“Ah, Samu,” you moaned, struggling to keep your volume down. “Gonna cum.”

He pinched your clit as you gushed around his cock. You looked down to where your bodies met and watched as your juices leaked down his cock, dripping on his heavy balls. You moaned.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” he growled lowly. “Come ‘ere.”

He pulled your head up by your hair and squeezed your cheeks until your mouth fell open, tongue lolling out. He gathered spit in his mouth and spat it on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. He kissed you deeply, licking into your mouth and sucking your tongue. He kissed you messily, spit running down your chin and a thin strand of it connecting you two when he finally pulled back. 

“Such a messy, little slut,” he said, slamming his hips against yours. “Taking my spit so well. Gonna take my cum like that?”

You nodded, unable to speak beyond gasps and moans as his cock abused your cunt.

“Can’t speak? Fucked ya dumb, huh?” Osamu asked. He chuckled. “My cock makin’ ya dumb, little baby?”

You whined. God, you wanted him to fill you up so bad. 

“Cum. Inside.” You gasped out.

“Oh? Want me t’ breed ya? Make ya big and swollen with my baby?” Osamu asked, hips moving faster.

You nodded furiously. He rubbed your clit in tight, fast circles.

“Cream ‘round my cock one more time, baby,” he grunted. 

“Samu!” You exclaimed. Your stomach tightened as your walls fluttered like crazy.

“Yeah? Gonna cum again for me?” Osamu asked. You let out a high pitched moan as the coil in your stomach snapped.

“Fill me up, please!” You moaned as you came. Osamu’s hips stuttered as he pushed into you deeply before painting your womb white. You cried out, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he moaned.

“Fuck, yer still so tight around my cock,” he hissed. Your walls fluttered. “Perfect little cunt, princess. Milkin’ me dry like a good girl.”

You whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Your legs went limp, falling from his waist.

“Can’t stand,” you mumbled, legs shaking with the weak attempt you made. Osamu held you up as he pulled his pants back up and pulled your panties back on.

“Come here, baby,” he said, swooping you up bridal style. “Let’s go home, princess.”

You nodded lamely as he carried you. You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you heard was Osamu talking to your mother.

“She was practically dead on her feet,” Osamu said. “Fell asleep while I was counting the money.”

“You could’ve called, I would’ve brought the car,” your mom said. You felt Osamu shrug.

“It was no problem,” Osamu said. 

“Well, go lay her down in her bed,” your mom said. “Then maybe she’ll be out for the rest of the night.” You frowned at her suggestive tone and cuddled deeper into Osamu’s chest.

“I’ll go lay her down,” Osamu said. He carried you down the hall and entered your bedroom carefully.

As he laid you down, you grabbed his arm and whined, “Don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered. “I gotta go to my own bed.”

“Don’t- Don’t fuck her,” you mumbled. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he said, softly brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s only you from now on.” You nodded. Osamu kissed your forehead before leaving you alone.

You blinked once, twice, before you were asleep.

[junisfics]

All This Time — Armin Arlert (1)

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Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Series Summary: Reader messages her best friend Armin late one night while she's drunk and needy, but will she remember the things she said to him in the morning, and if she does... will she regret it?

Part Summary: After Armin receives a disturbingly vague message from his best friend, he shows up to her house only to find her drunk and needy

Content: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Content Warnings: Sexual Content, Mentions of Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies

You met Armin in your freshman year of high school. You had gone to separate middle schools, but those two schools fed into your then high school and you became classmates. You shared a band class together, Armin played clarinet and you played the piano. The entire band was split between two periods, you and Armin’s seventh period consisted of woodwinds while the other period held brass… percussion was split evenly between the two periods. 

That was the first game of chance.

The second one was after-school practice sessions with Mr. Steunberg. Apparently, Armin was struggling with sight-reading just as much as you were, so you were paired together for practice lessons on Mondays. And every Monday for the second semester of freshman year, you and Armin played your instruments in that little sound booth while your music teacher corrected you from outside.

Eventually, the twenty minutes between the end of school and the beginning of lessons was being shared between the two of you rather than each of you hiding off down some hallway. You had decided to come down the band hall early, conveniently at the same time Armin had as well. 

It started with one of you asking if the other had a certain teacher, followed by asking if they had completed the night’s assignment for that class. Over time, the floor distance between you two closed and you’d sit cross-legged on the carpeted floor just outside the booth, knee to knee, sharing snacks before Mr. Steunberg made his way from his History class and down to the band hall. You’d work on homework together and laugh over the squeaking mistakes from the neighboring booths.

Just around the time when you and Armin began to grow comfortable with each other, your organized lessons had stopped and your blooming friendship had been put on pause. Neither of you missed it too much, you barely knew each other, but you still smiled at each other in the halls and occasionally talked before your shared class if there was time, but there really wasn’t.

It was like that for a while; little waves, sentence-long conversations, awkward silences followed by equally as awkward good-byes. It was months before you ever talked the same way you had in that little hallway.

It wasn’t like you craved his presence. Christ, you would completely forget about him if you didn’t see him every day in class. But when he came up to you at the end of the day one day while you were sitting on the piano bench, waiting for the final bell to ring, you couldn’t help but smile.

You still remember the shirt he was wearing, how he pushed those thin-rimmed glasses he still wore up his nose as he talked with you, “Can you help me with sight-reading? I don’t wanna tell my mom I need lessons again and I’m embarrassed to ask anyone else.”

Of course, you had said yes to him, you wouldn’t be pulling your phone out in the middle of the night in the peak of summer to text him while you’re shit-faced to text him if you hadn’t.

Your practicing together turned into practicing and doing homework together, which turned into getting off track and watching YouTube videos together. Then came the hanging out outside of homework and lessons; goofing off at either of your neighborhood parks, walking down the road to get fast-food, running around in a grocery store because there was nothing else to do in the suburbs.

There wasn’t an exact moment where you agreed that you were best friends, it just happened. You were always there for him whenever he got pushed around by the baseball boys, when his parents got divorced and his grandfather moved in, when he got his acceptance letter to the college of his choice; and he was there for you for your first boyfriend and your first heartbreak, he was there when your dog was lost for five days… he being the one that found her, and when you got your acceptance letter, he was the one sitting next to you with open arms.

There were moments when you found yourselves distancing; when you got into little arguments. But at the end of the day, the love that each of you had for each other was stronger than anything. You always came back to him, and he to you. 

No matter how many times you broke his heart by flirting with him just to hook up with some random guy at a party the same day, told him that he was your ‘best friend’, talking about how he was ‘like a brother’ to you, he couldn't leave you and he couldn’t stop loving you.

Armin would do anything for you and you would do anything for Armin. This is why when he got your messages in the dead of the night, he was over to your apartment before he could even text back.

‘armin’ ‘come over’ ‘help’ ‘need help’

Every second between the moment he got your messages until he reached your door, he was mortified. His heart was pounding out of his chest, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering while swerving around corners recklessly, eyes flitting over your parking lot to try and find anything out of the ordinary.

He almost tripped on the curb of the sidewalk while running up to your building. He was whipping open doors and frantically pressing elevator buttons as his keys still jangled in his hands, he didn’t even think to shove them into his pockets. His eyes bore into the red, electric lettering at the frame of the elevator, watching the numbers increase with his hand pressing against the metal doors like it’ll somehow make it go faster.

Once he reaches your door, he knocks frantically, jolts of pain shooting through his knuckles as he does so.

And you’re right at the door waiting for him. You tug it open the second you hear him outside of it, a giant smile of relief on your face.

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here! I was going to pass out from waiting so long,” You giggle, grabbing ahold of his forearm that was still outstretched from knocking and pulling him inside.

It took him a moment to realize that you’re alright, that you’re standing right there in front of him, unharmed and unscathed, with his sweatshirt pulled over you, the one he gave you before leaving for university. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you grab at his arms to bring him forward, stumbling back over your own feet in the process which just sends you into another fit of giggles.

You had a slight sheen of sweat over your face and neck, not a lot, just enough so when your head turned to look behind you the kitchen lights bounced against the gloss on your skin. You didn’t have pants on as well, just these light grey boy-short panties that completely exposed the length of your legs.

It wasn’t like Armin hasn’t seen you in a swimsuit before. Many times your parents had taken you on trips to a lake where you would go tubing and swimming for hours on end until you were both drained of all your energy. But seeing you in, presumably, nothing but his sweatshirt and panties that bared your thighs and bottom curves of your ass had him far more flabbergasted than a swimsuit ever could.

“You’re — you’re okay?” He asks, voice still wavering with concern as you continue to drag him towards the kitchen.

“Absolutely not!” You sound serious, “I need help… with making my dessert.” Your faux serious tone falls apart and you’re choking back another wave of laughter.

Armin watches you incredulously but intently as you slide your hands down his forearms until both of your hands meet his own, giving them a squeeze before spinning around and gripping the kitchen island’s counter.

You have an array of stainless steel bowls crowded beside each other while a mixture of dry baking goods sits unstirred in one of the bowls. You shuffle through the measuring cups and spoons before picking up a large wooden spoon and holding it up to Armin, presenting it to him, like you’ve found a block of gold.

When you turn away from him, he looks over the state of the kitchen. Sugar and flour remnants cover the countertops, series of baking instruments litter them as well, and on the kitchen table is a bottle of vodka.

And then it hits him; you’re playful nature, unpredictability, clumsiness, and intimacy.

“Are you drunk?” He asks you. He isn’t disappointed, or angry, just slightly taken aback.

You bring your head up from the bowl and tilt your head side to side like you were thinking over his question, “A little.”

It was much more than ‘a little’. Before you had even started drinking you were in a playful mood. You had just gotten the offer for a summer job for lifeguarding at the apartment complex’s pool and you thought to celebrate by binging your favorite television show and having a few shots. Then, a few shots turned to many and you were dancing around your living room while having the time of your life before you had settled on making yourself some food. ‘Another celebration’ you had convinced yourself.

But the measuring and the mixing were too hard and who else was there to call other than your best friend?

“Oh my god.” Armin smiles, shaking his head at you and making his way towards you as you continue to mix at god-knows-what you’ve put into that bowl, “You need actual food, not whatever you’re making here.”

You let go of the spoon, letting out a little huff of frustration at his words, scrunching your nose real cutely as you turn towards him. You take the front of his tee-shirt in your hands, gently fiddling with the fabric as you pout.

“I want dessert, Armin.” You whine, bringing your head forward to rest your cheek on his chest. Your chest was pressing against his torso, bare legs knocking against his own.

“’Tomorrow-You’ is going to thank me for not letting you have dessert.” He awkwardly brings one of his hands to your back, patting it a few times before letting his hand rest between your shoulder blades.

“Please?” You whisper, tilting your head up until he can feel your tiny breaths against his chin. Armin hopes you can’t feel the way his heartbeat begins to pick up in his chest at your close proximity.

“No… No, I’ll — I’ll make you toast or something, how does that sound?” He suggests, snaking his hands between the two of you to gently nudge you off him.

But the space between the two of you is quickly closed when your slide your hands up his chest and around his neck, “Don’t want toast.” You murmur, standing up on the tips of your toes to get in his eye-line. Your nose was only a breath away from his.

Armin carefully takes your wrists in his hands, taking your arms off him as he stammers out, “Well, you’re going to have toast.”

You let out another noise of frustration as you pull yourself away from him, your hands balling into fists at your sides while he pulls open your fridge for the loaf of bread on the top shelf. You watch him with your head tilted in fascination like you’ve never seen bread before, admiring the way his hair falls into his eyes as his pretty hands unwrap the plastic sleeve of the loaf then tug the toaster away from the counter backsplash.

He truly was so beautiful. You always contained your attraction towards him so well, but now your restraint was slipping.

You prance over to him, slipping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back as he slides two slices of bread from the loaf. His skin is so warm beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders and back flex as he moves his arms, his abdominal muscles twitching as well in reaction to your fingertips skimming over them.

God, he’s so fucking nervous. 

Why is he so nervous? 

Because you’re all over him in just panties and his shirt when he’s had a crush on you for as long as he can remember. You’re being so touchy, so intimate with him, he’s afraid he might explode.

“Go sit down. Can’t — can’t help you if you’re in my way.” He says. Oh but he could help you, he could help you even if you were hanging on him like a spider monkey, he’s just afraid you’ll realize your effect on him if you do so.

“I just wanna be close to you. You’re so cute.” You nuzzle your head under his left arm until you and slip your whole body under it and stand ever so slightly in front of him, wedged between his torso and the countertop.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt as you look up to him, your eyes glossy, and your pupils were blown. Armin tries his best to keep himself subtly distanced from you, but it’s no use. Every time he inches away, you’re just back on him. 

You’re sliding your hands up his chest, fingers tracing over his jaw and cheekbones as you cling to his side. He can feel your hips knocking against his, your thighs rubbing against his as you shift around to try and get closer. Your fingers follow along the curves of his neck, tracing down his throat then skimming over his collarbones.

“Sit here then. Sit on the counter.” Armin grabs ahold of your torso and pushes you against the counter, the edge of it rutting into the small of your back. You grab ahold of his biceps and let out a flirty little giggle at what his actions could be insinuating.

Your fingers press into the plush muscle of his arms as he strains to lift you, your heels grappling at the cabinets below you to try and aid him. His waist ends up slipped between your knees when you’re finally seated, and you can feel your body flush hot with arousal.

You were already sweating from the exertion you had put forward before he had arrived, but the added closeness with Armin was just driving you crazy.

“Now sit, and stay.” Armin places his hands in front of you to enforce his directions.

You giggle a few times, smiling at the fact that he’s treating you like a dog, “Woof.” 

Armin slips his waist out from your knees to come to your left slide, plucking the now toasted bread from the toaster and setting it on a napkin. He pulls open the drawer to his right for a butter knife, then snatches the butter from the island and brings it to your toast. 

His hands shake as he pulls the glass top of the butter dish, they shake as he dips the knife into the butter, and continues to shake as he spreads the butter over the first piece of toast. He can feel your thigh brushing against his hip as you swing your legs.

You begin to breathe heavier, the heat of exhaustion and heat of arousal begin to grow overwhelming. You fan your face a few times, pushing your hair off your neck, before grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling it up and over your head.

“What — what are you doing?” Armin stammers, taking a tiny step away from you.

You absentmindedly fold the sweatshirt before setting it aside to fan your face again, “It’s so hot… I think it’s you, Armin.”

You can see his face flush red this time, his ears as well, turning his cheeks and nose a pretty pink shade that doesn’t help your problem.

Armin tries to ignore you, he really does, but it’s so difficult because now you’re in this skimpy little tank top with spaghetti straps. And the straps are slipping off your shoulders and Jesus fucking christ you’re not wearing a bra. He can’t stop his eyes from flitting over your scantily clad figure, drinking in the way your thighs squish against the counter, the curve of your ass as it’s pressed to the granite, the way your nipples tease the thin fabric of your skin.

“Have I ever told you that? That you’re so fine?” You giggle, running a finger down his bicep as he finishes buttering your toast. You’re so grateful that he’s got that stupid white tee shirt on, the one that keeps your gaze lingering over the lean muscle in his chest and back.

“Um, n — no. Toast is done, hop down.” He refuses to make eye contact because if he does, he’s scared he won’t be able to stop himself from kissing you.

“Help.” You pout, reaching out your hands and grabbing for his shoulders.

Armin listens to your plea, setting the toast back down and grabbing ahold of your waist to slide you off the counter. But instead of bringing your feet to the floor, you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck. You have to tilt your head down to look into his eyes, only to see his pupils blown and lashes fluttering as he blinks.  He doesn’t push you off him. Instead, he uses his left hand to snatch the food off the counter while his right hand comes to brace your lower back. 

He’s afraid he’s going to have a heart attack now; feeling your thighs wrapped around him, your cunt hovering just right over his growing cock, your back arching your chest so close to his face that he swears if he looked down he would get a perfect view of your tits, your parted lips all glossy, breath fanning over the bridge of his nose as you run your fingers over the curves of his pretty pink lips.

Fuck. He was definitely getting off to this later.

You’re giggling all the while, and to an extent, you know exactly the effect you have on him. It’s cute, the way he stumbles around your house and trying to keep his footing as he brings you to your bedroom. 

“C’mon, Armin. At least take me on a date first,” You tease as he kneels down to bring your backside to the foot of the bed. Once your legs release his waist, he stands again.

“I’m — I’m not trying — we’re not —” He stutters, bringing his hands forward again like he’s scared you’ll pounce on him.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. Armin wants nothing more in the entire world than to have you beneath him, to have his cock sheathed inside you, to have you moan out his name as you cum around his cock…

But he couldn’t let it happen like this.

You were drunk, so so drunk. And you probably didn’t even know what you were saying.

“We can if you want to.” You speak softly, your knees knocking together as you settle into your seat, fiddling with your hands in your lap as if you got all shy all of a sudden.

And when you look up to him through your lashes, brows furrowed slightly in a pout, Armin almost caves. But he catches himself just as fast, shoving your toast in front of you like it’s a shield.

Your eyes shift down to the food that’s presented before you, and your pout turns into a cute little smile as you daintily take it from his hands. You let the napkin rest in your left palm as you hold the food in your right, immediately taking a little bite out of it.

“You want some water?” Armin asks, still standing in front of you.

You give him a nod without looking up, taking another bite out of the toast while he fills up the cup that he knew rested beside your bathroom sink. As he stands in front of the mirror he takes a moment to breathe in and out deeply as the water fills the cup.

You were going to be the death of him.

“You know, I mean it when I say you’re attractive,” He hears you say, still sitting all obediently on your bed and waiting for him to return, “Everyone’s like, ‘oh Armin got so hot!’, but I always thought you were cute… you just got so — nnghh — in the past year.”

He returns with your glass of water, holding it out to you as you finish chewing. You take it from him gently, holding it in both your hands, careful not to drop it, as you take little sips.

He knew you were being irrational, but he truly hopes you mean what you say.

When you finish drinking, you pat your hand against the mattress as you set your cup to the floor. You want him close again, want the warmth he radiates both physically and spiritually. Armin listens to your ask and sits beside you carefully, running his hands over his thighs as you pull your legs up on the mattress and cross them under you.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” You ask, voice getting tiny again.

That was real… that question… he’s so sure of it. You were always insecure about your looks when you had no reason to be, but he had no idea that you cared what he thought about you.

“I — um… I — I don’t think my — my opinion matt —” He tries to get it to come out sounding right, but the moment he opens his mouth he already knows he’s failed terribly.

“Do… do you not think I’m pretty?” He can hear the feeling of betrayal in your voice, you turn your head away from him.

“No! No, y/n, I think you’re really pretty —”

You grab ahold of his shirt collar and tug him towards you as you let your back fall to the mattress. His torso comes over you and his hand shoots out beside your head to keep him from falling atop you. He can’t even bring himself to pull off of you, because your noses are touching and he can feel your knees knocking against the left side of his waist.

“I — you’re — God, y/n you’re so pretty. Don’t ever think I don’t think that.” He breathes, trying so hard to your lips from touching, for his own sake.

Your mouth splits into a smile and a little laugh escapes your lips. Your free hand grabs ahold of his shirt as well, assuring both you and him that he isn’t going anywhere. You look down to his lips, slightly parted as he pants heavily to keep his composure.

“No, but you don’t understand,” You keep your eyes on his lips, fighting the desire to kiss him, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Armin’s breath gets caught in his throat because you had spoken that in a borderline whimper. Your bottom lip had been taken between your teeth after you finished speaking, and he swears he could see your back arch slightly.

It was completely visible now, how much you needed him. You were holding onto him for dear life, your thighs were squeezing together and your arched back had your stomach brushing against his. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, irises filled with lust and hunger.

Armin’s so grateful that your legs are to his side and now wrapped around his waist again because he would not have been able to stop himself from grinding down against you… it would have been completely involuntary.

“And — and don’t tell anyone this but sometimes… sometimes I get off to you,” You bring your voice to a whisper as you reveal your secret, lifting your head to move closer to him. He can feel your lips brush against his as you speak, “Actually... like all the time.”

Armin lets out an audible exhale, his jaw slacking at your revelation, he has to shut his eyes again.

“Do you get off to me too?” You ask. And you speak like you didn’t just reveal that to him, bringing your head back down to the mattress and smiling.

Of course he does. Of course he does. 

Junior year of high school you offered to be his first kiss, just for fun, ‘cause you were friends, right? And you wanted to help him get it over with. 

But every night since then, Armin has gotten off to you; laid back in his bed with his cock in his fist, and whispering your name as he cums.

“I — we’re best friends — y/n, I —”

“Best friends don’t wanna fuck each other, Armin.” You say, your voice losing all its playfulness and growing serious like you had suddenly become sober.

You stare into his pretty blue eyes for a moment, letting your own flit between the two of his. You were watching for any change in his expression, any look of disgust or repulsion, but you don’t find any. He just keeps that same incredulous, lust-filled look on his face.

He looks over you as well. Your eyes were still so droopy and hazy, your lips parted like you’re manually breathing. You were so drunk that it almost hurt him. You weren’t going to remember a single thing in the morning, and the two of you would be back to square one because Armin would never be able to repeat to you what you said to him or admit his searing desire for you.

Armin can feel your grip on his shirt tighten once more, and instead of lifting your head to him, you pull him down to you.

“I need you,” You whisper, voice shaking with arousal, “Fuck me... please.”

Armin swallows hard, his arms beginning to shake under his weight. He was going to fucking explode. He needed a break, just a moment, anything so he can catch his breath and regain some of his composure.

Christ, he was so fucking hard. If you were sober, he wouldn’t hesitate for a single second to rip off both of your clothes and push his cock inside you.

“I can’t — you’re drunk,” He murmurs, and you can hear the hurt in his voice. You can hear the fact that he truly wanted to do what you begged him for.

“No, Armin, I want it. I need it. I mean it, I swear.” You plead, your hands pawing at his shirt like he was attempting to get away from you and you wanted him to stay. But Armin was set put, he wasn’t moving, he couldn’t move even if he wanted.

“I need your cock.”

“Not — not now. You need to sleep this off. You’re… you’re not yourself right now,” He takes his eyes off yours, closing them once more and squeezing them shut.

“I’ve — I’ve always wanted you though. Always, I promise.” You continue, hoping that somehow you’ll convince him.

It was true. You wish he could understand how true it was. All the guys you had gotten with after-parties, after football games… they were all just replacements, they were fill-ins for him. You would pretend that it was him that was filling you up, gripping your hips and whispering dirty things against your ear. And for seconds at a time, it would work and you would convince yourself that Armin was right there with you.

And every time you would see him helping another girl with school work, see them flirting with him and getting touchy with him, playing with his glasses or drawing shapes on his hands with a pen… this disgusting feeling would churn around in your stomach and bubble up into your throat. And although Armin was oblivious to their flirting, it still hurt so fucking bad.

“I’ve always wanted you too… just — just not like this. Just sleep it off, okay? And — and then we’ll talk.” His left hand wraps around your waist while his right switches to brace beside your head. He grabs ahold of your torso and shimmies you up the bed until your head meets the pillow.

He sits back on his calves, his left arm sliding out from under you while his right hand brushes your messy hair out of your face before petting your head.

“And, and you’ll fuck me in the morning?” You ask, completely genuine.

Armin swallows hard again, pulling himself away from you and helping you slide your body under your sheets, “If — if you still want me to.”

You look up to him with your eyes full of admiration as he smoothes the sheets over your body, “I’ll always want you to.”

It comes out sounding much more intimate than it actually is to say that ‘you’ll always want Armin to fuck you’. And Armin lets his eyes meet yours again, matching the love that’s filled them.

He smiles to hide the doubt he has inside his chest. In the morning, you’ll either regret every word and ghost him or you’ll forget everything you’ve admitted. Both options made Armin’s heart hurt, but he decides that you leaving him would be the worst of the two. He wouldn’t know what to do if you’d never talk to him again. So for now, he truly hopes you forget.

Armin pulls his hands away from you, shuffling his knees on the bed to get off of it. But before he can bring his feet to the ground, you grab ahold of his wrist.

“Stay, please.” You ask, your eyes struggling to stay open. He wonders if you even know that you’re talking.

He listens to you anyway, bringing his hand down to the mattress as he slips himself under the sheets and next to you. And if he wasn’t sure about staying before, he sure was now because you were so warm and so soft as you shimmied back against him. You take his arm and sling it over your waist, letting his palm splay out over your stomach. You can feel every rise of his chest against your back.

You were going to doze off so easily, he was so warm, he was so comforting. You could feel sleep beginning to creep up on you quickly. But before you let it take over, you slide your hand back and between your bodies to grab the source of the hard thing poking into your ass.

“You’re so hard,” You giggle.

Armin chokes on his breath again and grabs your wrist to pull your hand off his dick, “Stop. Go — go to bed.”

You listen this time, retracting your hand to slip it over his that rests on your stomach, interlacing your fingers as you succumb to your exhaustion.

[sparklysung]

✨SWALLOW YOUR WORDS – l.d.h.✨

© sparklysung – 2021. all rights reserved. no reposts, modifications and/or translations allowed.

pairing – lee donghyuck x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, enemies to lovers!au

warnings – switch!donghyuck, switch!reader, lap dance, cumming in pants, grinding, dry humping, cum eating, hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, mirror sex, protected sex (reader’s on the pill), degradation, dirty talk, bondage (belt), possessiveness (i guess?)

word count – 6.043 words

summary – it only took a couple of words to make the blood boil in your veins and being the competitive individual you are, you had to prove lee donghyuck, your all-time enemy, wrong.

note – not my best, probably could've done better, but oh well. also this was frkng hard to write, damn, and i may have changed things a bit? BUT, i think it's better like this so… hope you enjoy! btw, i got the idea while reading this, so go check it out –it's good–.

taglist – @prvncejxon, @iwishihadabettername

another friday night wasting your time at some random classmate’s party. you were everything but happy to be there. you didn’t even want to go there in the first place, only finding yourself sitting on the kitchen counter, drink in hand and an ugly scowl adorning your face, because of your annoying best friend.

“hey, i get it, you didn’t wanna come here when you could have been peacefully sleeping in the comfort of your room, but come on, at least try to have some fun. you’re already here anyway.” eunbin –aka your annoying best friend– said, pouting her lips in a failed attempt of looking cute.

you kind of felt bad for her, you suppose it wasn’t exactly easy to deal with your lazy ass. but still, she was supposed to love you and appreciate you just the way you were.

and most of the time she did, just not in this specific situation.

“this isn’t fun at all, i just wanna go home. there’s nothing in here for me at all.”

you brought the red plastic cup to your lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid eunbin had mixed for you. you weren’t lying, there really wasn’t anything that would make you want to stay, only a few friends of yours getting drunk somewhere in the big house you were currently in.

“come on, please, stay for me,” eunbin fake cried, and for a moment you thought she was going to give up and let you go. “in a bit the guys are gonna play something fun! we should join them, please?” as her last resort, she looked at you with puppy eyes. she was playing dirty and she knew it, you both knew you couldn’t resist them.

giving in with an exasperated sigh, you jumped off the counter to get yourself another drink from the bar in the living room. you were minding your own business until you heard him, the last person you wanted to see at the moment.

“so, i’m telling you guys, she was literally begging me to fuck her, she even moaned while sucking me off–,” donghyuck’s obnoxious voice filled your ears, making you roll your eyes. he was surrounded by a couple of other guys you didn’t know so well but were sure you had seen them before around campus hanging out with him.

“shut up already, dongdong, no one wants to hear it.” you interrupted, walking past him and towards the half empty bottle of vodka on the bar counter.

the group of boys stopped abruptly, all of them turning to look at you, ready for the scene that was going to take place in matter of minutes. donghyuck’s attention also turned to you, biting back a triumphant smirk with a raised eyebrow. he could see past you so he didn’t mind the mocking nickname you used; he could tell you were trying to irritate him enough to make him go away. but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. he had been eyeing you all night, trying to find ways to get under your skin to catch your attention. and finally, after staying at a safe distance for a while to not spark suspicions, he got what he wanted.

“why so feisty, babe.” the cocky smirk he gave you just made your blood boil, the growing desire to punch it off his pretty face only getting stronger the more you stared at him.

“don’t you get tired of talking shit all day?” you barked, eyes trained on his body while pouring yourself a good amount of alcohol.

you were certainly going to need a lot of liquid courage to get through the night.

“you boast about girls begging for you but i think you’re just trying to hide the fact that you’re the one who has to beg to get laid.”

“i don’t beg, baby.” you rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘sure’. “also, if you’re jealous of me fucking other girls you just had to say it. i wouldn’t be against giving it to you instead.” the stupid wink he threw at you made your body shake in anger, already fed up with the conversation.

“you wish, asshole.”

“actually, i do.”

donghyuck was so fucking annoying, always teasing you and never leaving you alone. your personalities clashed constantly resulting in fights filled with screams and curses, sometimes to the extent of interrupting the class and getting the two of you kicked out of it. he enjoyed watching you struggle and suffer due to his awful pranks, so you were his favorite target. you couldn’t even have a proper date with anyone because he made sure to mess it up either by scaring the crap out of the guy or sabotaging your plans. he almost completely ruined your love life and cockblocked you forever.

you did not get along and everyone knew it.

although eunbin thought it was pure sexual tension and you just needed to get your frustrations off of you with a good fuck.

it wasn’t though.

or was it?

“let’s go hang out with the guys,” your best friend nudged your arm excitedly and you sighed, not feeling like playing anything with them. every time you decided to give in and take part in ‘something fun’ with the guys, it always ended up with you either in trouble or scarred for life.

you had a bad feeling about this all.

“ugh, fine.” she cheered and pulled you through the crowd of drunk people until you reached the basement.

the sound of laughter and screams drowned the music blasting upstairs, there were empty bottles of alcohol sprawled all over the floor and tables and a circle of people in the middle of the room. both of you joined the group with you sitting between eunbin and mark, a close friend of yours that you sadly shared with donghyuck. while you casually chatted and played around with the boy, happily laughing the night away, you could feel a pair of eyes burn holes into your skull. you didn’t have to look up to know who those eyes belonged to, as said person wasn’t even trying to dissimulate.

and by said person you meant donghyuck.

donghyuck hated the way you leaned on mark’s body, how you let his friend rest his head on top of yours and wrap his arm around your waist.

he was jealous, really jealous of your close friendship with the older boy.

mark and you had been friends for a long time now and you could even consider him your best friend, so you were comfortable around each other. you usually hugged, held hands and cuddled, he was used to you wearing his clothes –half of your closet were stolen hoodies that once belonged to him–, he even had a spare change of clothes in his room just in case you decided to drop by for an improvised sleepover. so it wasn’t surprising when sometimes when the two of you hung out on your own, people –even your friends in common– mistook you as a couple.

and the idea of you two dating made donghyuck feel sick to the stomach.

“we’re playing truth or dare, who wants to start?” seoyeon, one of your friends, spoke while looking around for someone to volunteer.

“i’ll go.” lucas raised his hand and everyone nodded, not minding.

the game went smoothly for a while and eventually, the more alcohol everybody drank, the crazier things got. mark ended up getting dared to lick whipped cream off of yuta’s chest and xiaojun had to cross-dress and dance on a table. everything was fine, you hadn’t been picked by anyone yet so you were pretty much having fun just enjoying the show.

until someone called your name.

“y/n, truth or dare?” jaehyun asked with a smirk.

he had an evil glint on his eyes making you feel suspicious. you knew you couldn’t choose truth or else everyone would make fun of you for being a pussy. and jaehyun just knew you well enough to know you weren’t going to let that happen.

you weren’t one to back down.

still, the way he stared at you made an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach.

what could he possibly have in mind?

“dare.”

seems like your gut feeling was right after all.

“give hyuck a lap dance,” jaehyun said immediately after the words left you mouth, making everyone in the room shake, some in excitement and some –you– in anger. donghyuck wasn’t expecting to take part in the dare, but he really wasn’t complaining either. “thank me later babe,” his shit-eating grin only adding fuel to the fire.

fuck.

just as eunbin, donghyuck could sense the sexual tension. and unlike you, he acknowledged it.

but for him it wasn’t just that.

you two had known each other –or at least acknowledged each other's existence– for a few years now, since high school. he was forced to see you almost every day at school, so, naturally, fondness for you started growing slowly in his chest. but it wasn’t until you both left for college that your ‘enemies’ label was established.

and if someone thought he may possibly like you, they were damn right.

he did.

it all started during freshman year, when he tried to befriend you during one of the classes you shared. you seemed irritated by his advances and wanted him away from you, so after a few attempts of softening your heart, he resolved that the only way to stay close to you was annoying the hell out of you.

childish? yeah. he cared? not really.

“come here, babe.” donghyuck tongued the inside of his cheek, a smirk forming on his lips. as he saw the grim look on your face, he sprawled his legs, patting his toned thigh invitingly, eager to get things started.

the look jaehyun gave you had ‘you’re not backing down, are you?’ written all over.

“shit, i hate jaehyun, why did he have to do me dirty like that?” you mumbled angrily to eunbin and she just laughed, finding the situation way funnier than you.

“maybe tonight won’t be as boring as you thought? maybe you’ll end up getting laid.” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and you only scoffed, “shut up, dumbass.”

“why did you have to do me like that, huh?!” you almost screamed at the older, taking a mental note to beat him up later. he just shrugged and threw you a wink, “asshole.”

mark patted your back to help you relax, he could see you weren’t exactly happy about your dare.

“come on, which song would you like, my lady?” lucas asked, scrolling through his spotify for suiting songs.

“or nah!” yangyang answered before you could even open your mouth. just as you were about to ask for a less sexual song, cheering erupted through the room.

everyone was pumped, adrenaline running through their veins and pushing them to do stupid stuff they would probably regret the next day after waking up hungover. and things just took a rather interesting turn, so they obviously were excitedly awaiting the next series of events.

yay, more stupid memories to regret later.

on the other hand, donghyuck was as doomed as you. he knew the song well, he knew the lyrics by heart but what he didn’t know was if he could control himself with you basically dry humping him in front of a bunch of people to the rhythm of it.

he wasn’t sure it was a great idea.

as soon as you got up to complete the dare, you heard cheering and clapping. and you weren’t going to lie, you wanted to throw yourself out of a window.

breathing deeply in an attempt of relaxing to just get it over with, you made your way towards donghyuck until you were standing a few feet in front of him.

as the music started playing, you started moving. running your finger on the surface of his clothed shoulder, you walked slowly around him, like a predator circling its prey. he tried not to follow your movements, already getting anxious by your closeness and nervously waiting for your next move.

i’ma smoke this joint then i’ma break you off.

i’d be lying if i said you ain’t the one.

you pushed his legs open and settled between them. your hands rubbed his thighs teasingly, fingers drawing closer to his crotch but not quite getting there. you took your sweet time feeling him up, softly scratching his strong arms and leaving red trails behind. donghyuck was so into it, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him so much that his pants were already starting to feel tight.

heard you not the type that you take home to mom.

is we fuckin’ when we leave the club or nah?

i ain’t spendin’ cash for nothin’ i wanna see you take it off.

and oh how he wanted to see you take it off. all night he couldn’t take his eyes off of your figure, you looked really good in the outfit eunbin had chosen for you.

so good it was almost making him drool.

you sat on his lap, hands going to caress his toned chest and stomach. it was well-known that donghyuck exercised frequently, but it still surprised you. he felt so good you had to bite your lip to prevent a sound from coming out.

when you shifted to sit closer to him, his hands flew to your hips and you could tell his intention was to move them lower to grope your ass, but you weren’t having it.

do you like the way i flick my tongue or nah?

you can ride my face until you’re drippin’ cum.

“if you try to touch me again, i’ll tie you up,” you said with a sweet smile plastered on your face, grabbing him by the wrists and harshly dropping them away from you. donghyuck let out a startled gasp at that, obviously not expecting your attitude. with his hands twitching to grasp anything, he went to grip tightly the sides of the chair.

can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?

can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?

your hips ground against his crotch at such a slow pace that donghyuck was having trouble not pushing you down on him faster. he was getting embarrassingly hornier as seconds passed and wanted nothing more than to fuck you right then and there, even with his friends’ eyes on you both.

donghyuck tried so hard to restrain himself from touching you. he wasn’t one to follow orders, but he tried just for you, he really did.

i’m not the type to call you back tomorrow.

but the way you wrappin’ ‘round me is a prob.

and everything was fine until you kissed him. synchronized gasps filled the room, the sudden show of affection confusing everybody. not even your intoxicated self could understand what the hell were you doing nor who you were doing it with. his breath got stuck in his throat, heart thumping against his chest at an alarming rate. his hands almost tried to bring you closer, but he realized what he was doing on time to stop himself.

he finally broke down when your mouth sucked on his tongue, making his hips grind up against yours unconsciously as his hands grabbed you by your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

that was it.

“you asked for it,” your movements came to a stop as you took off your black leather belt, sticking to your threat of tying him up if he didn’t quit it.

pussy so good, i had to save that shit for later.

took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table.

“oh shit,” donghyuck stirred under you trying to get out of the situation.

this couldn’t be happening.

“no, please,” he whimpered as you fastened the belt until it was wrapped tightly around his wrists, locking his arms behind his back. your audience was unable to hold in their surprise, some mouths falling open. he fought against the restraints to no avail, desperate to free himself, “please, let me go,” he cried out quietly, not wanting the other occupants in the room to hear him.

“stop complaining or else i’ll also gag you,” you spat harshly in his ear, done with his attitude, and he swallowed hard. as you nibbled on his lobe, you felt a strong sense of confidence. it made your chest swell in pride to see the usual big mouth jerk with a smug grin constantly attached to his face falling apart under your touch.

seems like he was the one to beg, after all.

you moved your hips to the rhythm of the music, making sure to press harder against the sensitive tip of his cock, which was already leaking precum. although you weren’t an expert, you’d given a fair share of lap dances, so you knew what you were doing.

and donghyuck could certainly tell.

don’t play with a boss, girl take it off.

take it for a real one.

you gon’ get it all.

“whose bitch are you now, huh?” donghyuck couldn’t speak properly, way too hot and bothered for his brain to come up with any smart-ass response.

you tsked disapprovingly at his lack of response.

“when i ask you a question, you answer.” your fingers tangled in his hair and with a harsh tug you forced him to look up. donghyuck was dazed, lips swollen from you biting on them, eyes glassy from arousal, and mind clouded with lust.

“yours.” he whimpered quietly, forgetting momentarily about your audience.

“good boy.”

you loved how easy it was for you to break him and leave him wanting more, to have him so putty in your hands. specially since hearing comments of other female classmates about donghyuck teasing them almost till the brim of tears was part of your day-to-day life. it felt like you were getting revenge for all of them, so you were enjoying it a lot more than anyone could imagine.

your plump lips trailed down the length of his neck, leaving wet kisses along his honey-like skin, and he threw his head back to give you more access. as you licked, sucked and bit the flesh, donghyuck could hear his heartbeat loud over the music. he usually wouldn’t let a girl suck hickeys on his skin, but the idea of you marking him while everyone watched was rather exciting.

he swore the seconds passed slower than usual. you were just halfway through the song but he didn’t know if he could survive any longer.

donghyuck felt light-headed and painfully aroused, and he wasn’t going to last long if you kept kissing him and moving your hips the way you were.

“i’ma go as far as you let me,” your movements became slower to tease him, making the poor boy want to cry in agony. his jeans felt way too tight to be comfortable and he hoped everyone could just leave you two alone to take it off.

“shit, please,” donghyuck’s eyes closed, head falling forward and hanging low as drops of sweat slid down his forehead. the room felt like an oven and he didn’t know if it was a result of the significant amount of people in such a small space, the alcohol, his choice of clothing or your body pressed closely against his.

probably the latter.

girl, is you sucking me or fucking me or nah?

can i bring another bitch? let’s have a threesome.

“keep saying you’re a freak, you gon’ prove it or nah?” you quietly sang along, pulling his face closer by his hair and grinding down on him harder.

donghyuck was going crazy, he had never expected you to be so sexy, to behave so dirtily. but he loved it, and by the prominent tent in his pants, everybody could tell he was in for the ride of his life.

you’s a ride-or-die chick, you with this shit or nah?

say you not a side bitch, you all-in or nah?

you gon’ make them eggs cheesy with them grits or nah?

you brought him in for a hot kiss that left his head spinning.

donghyuck was growing restless as his climax neared, he was so close he could almost taste it. he couldn’t remember when the last time he got so close to cumming only from some teasing was.

everything was happening so quickly he wasn’t able to stop himself before giving in to the pleasure.

“h-holy fuck,” with a shaky moan that you swallowed, donghyuck shot his load, staining the crotch of his dark jeans. you could feel the wetness seeping through the piece of clothing and dampening your bottoms. his hips gave a few more sloppy thrusts, legs shaking weakly and cock twitching from the confines of his jeans, before falling limp on the chair.

or nah.

as the song ended, he came down from his high. you freed him from the iron grip of your belt, the skin on his wrists was red and slightly swollen. you may have tightened it too much in the heat of the moment, but you weren’t apologizing after giving him probably the best orgasm of his life.

the bewildered expression on his face quickly turned grim as it hit him.

he came in his pants like a fucking teenager.

in a room full of people.

in front of his friends, yours and you.

his friends stood there, both confused and surprised to see donghyuck so affected by your touch. nobody had expected things to end the way they did.

“damn, are you okay my man?” johnny asked, laughing at his friend’s flustered state.

“shut up,” donghyuck answered bitterly. he shot up from his seat, grabbing your hand and shoving you inside the nearest bathroom in the house. he didn’t even care to cover the wet spot on his pants, walking with his chin up and a scowl plastered on his face.

and blame it on how riled up you had gotten from the feeling of his hard dick pressing against your needy pussy, but damn, he looked good.

“i wanna go next!” hendery spoke excitedly. you couldn’t tell if he was just messing with you or if he actually wanted you to give him a lap dance too. either way, it made your lips turn upwards in a smug grin.

once you both made it to the bathroom, he locked the door before pushing you against it, back pressed flush into the hard piece of wood. the ambience took a 180 turn, your confidence faltered slightly at the sight of his angry form.

“you think it’s funny, yeah?” he hummed angrily in your ear. “you think i’d let you do whatever you want and embarrass me in front of my friends just because you feel like it without payback?” the look on his eyes getting darker as the words left his mouth.

“if so, oh baby, you were so wrong.”

trying to test him, you decided to answer.

“you’re all bark and no bite, what else am i supposed to think?” you smirked devilishly when you saw him clench his jaw.

“you’re gonna regret being a brat,” his slender fingers wrapped themselves around your waist and with a harsh tug, he pulled you closer to attack your lips, biting and sucking on them, making your legs wobbly. he tasted sweet and bitter at the same time, probably from the liquor he had been drinking all night, and you couldn’t seem to get enough. his lips were soft and plush as they mingled with yours, teeth roughly clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, “am i?”

donghyuck hissed through his teeth as he unbuckled his pants, letting his cum-covered shaft spring free. he was already hard and you unconsciously rubbed your thighs together to ease some of the tension building up between them. his hand shot to your throat, tightening his grip until you couldn’t breathe properly, before forcing you on your knees.

donghyuck tapped his hard and heavy cock on your lips a couple of times before speaking. “open up, slut,” and you did as you were told, parting your lips and poking your tongue out, waiting for him to slide in.

but he didn’t.

he wanted you to lick him clean, he wanted to see you do as he said, follow his orders like a good girl without complaints.

“clean the mess you’ve done. now.”

the harsh tone of his voice sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. your hands immediately shot up to grab a hold of his length, but before you got too close he stopped you. confusion was written all over your face and for a moment you worried he had changed his mind.

“no hands, i want you to work on it only with that dirty mouth of yours.”

with your hands gripping onto his thighs, your tongue swiped from the base to the head of his cock, eagerly licking him clean. once you had swallowed every drop of his cum, your mouth took him whole, hollowing your cheeks, one hand massaging his balls. donghyuck threw his head back as yours bobbed at a rapid pace, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat as you swallowed around him.

when he was about to cum, he pulled away from your mouth, making you whine at the loss. wrapping his hand once again around your throat like a beautiful necklace, he forced you up on your feet. he turned you around before pulling you closer by a rough tug. your clothed ass pressed against his dick, a mixture of his arousal and your saliva wetting the cloth. your hips ground back to both tease him, desperate to feel something, anything. his hands went to the front of your jeans, rubbing his fingers over your clothed clit and a whimper fell from your lips.

“more, i need more,” you pleaded, the barrier of clothes making the feeling less pleasurable.

he surprisingly complied without resistance, dipping the digits under the restricting cloth. a deep groan vibrated against the side of your neck when he felt the wetness that had been gathering inside your panties since your dare.

“look at you, so damn wet,” his mouth watered at the feeling of your needy heat. at this point, donghyuck knew everyone had an idea of what you two could possibly be doing, and although he would enjoy returning the favour by eating you out to his heart’s content, there wasn’t enough space nor time to do so comfortably. but he swore he would make it up to you some time.

“for who is it, baby?” the answer was obvious, but still, he wanted to hear it directly from you. he inserted one long finger until it was knuckles deep inside of you and you let out a squeak, head falling back onto his shoulder.

“for you donghyuck, all for you.”

“that’s right, slut, only i can make you that wet, only i can touch you like this. you’re mine, don’t forget that,” he inserted a second finger and pumped them deeply into you.

“yes,” you breathed out softly, too far gone to fight back with a snarky remark.

although his fingers felt good and you could possibly –with a bit of an effort– cum just from them, you still wanted more. you wanted to feel the nice stretch of his cock tearing your walls apart.

“please, donghyuck.”

“what do you want?”

donghyuck knew what you wanted. fuck, he wanted it too, so bad. he had been waiting for an opportunity like this for a long time and now that he could finally have it, he was going to make the best out of it.

“fuck me,” your core ached to be filled so you swallowed your pride and spoke out.

“condom?”

“we don’t need it, i’m on the pill,” you rushed, stomach twisting and turning in excitement, “please, just fuck me.”

donghyuck’s eyes turned darker, lust clouding both of your minds with the only desire to fuck each other stupid. he pulled down your jeans so they were pooling on your ankles and went back to pump his fingers inside you to make sure you were ready to take him. as he entered you, you had to lean on the sink in front of you to hold yourself up or else you would have faceplanted the mirror.

“you feel so good, fuck, so fucking tight,” donghyuck growled when he was balls deep in you.

whimpers fell from your lips from the delicious stretch of his thick cock. after a few seconds of you adjusting to his size, you backed your ass into his hips to let him know you wanted him to move. he gave a couple of thrusts to test the waters before picking up his pace and you gripped the sides of the sink as he pounded into you. his mouth worked on your neck while you brought one of his hands under your shirt to play with your breasts.

“such a pretty sight, don’t you think?” he tugged harshly at your hair to force you to look at your reflection on the mirror, thrusts never faltering.

your makeup was ruined; lipstick smeared messily all over your lips from the hot make-out session, neck full of bruises donghyuck left to claim you, shirt pulled above your breasts displaying your puckered nipples while one of his big hands grabbed your boob as they bounced with every hard snap of his hips.

“you have no idea how many times i had to control myself not to pounce on you,” his eyes never left your quivering reflection, completely in love with the way your frame molded with his, “every single time you couldn’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed and all i wanted to do was shut you up with my cock.”

“f-fuck,” his thrusts turned rougher as his free hand wrapped around your neck, tightening his grip and amplifying the mind-blowing sensations he was giving you.

your asscheeks slapped against his hips, which drilled against you at an unhuman pace, hitting the right spots with every snap and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, loud moans threatening to fall from your lips so you slapped your palm over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“don’t, i want to hear you,” he gave a particularly hard thrust to try and draw a sound out of you, “i want you to be so loud that all of our friends know what we’re doing, i want them to know how good i’m making you feel.”

specially mark.

but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“h-hyuck,” you couldn’t hold back the broken moan that fell from your lips, pleasure overtaking your body. your hands gave in and you almost fell forward, but donghyuck reacted sooner and pulled you by your hair, holding you up.

“address me properly, brat,” he growled in your ear. you felt a hard slap on your ass, the skin of the abused area stinging from the impact.

“i’m sorry… fuck, donghyuck,” your cries went straight to his dick, urging him to fuck you harder. he kneaded the flesh soothingly before spanking it again and again until you could make out the imprint of his big hand on your asscheek.

“f-faster, please,” you pleaded in a whine and he tsked, shaking his head, “such a greedy little slut.”

“what would everyone think of you if they could see you so eagerly taking my cock, mm?” donghyuck hummed, “begging for me to fuck you until you can’t walk properly?

shocks of pleasure shot through you, his dirty talk helping you reach your release faster than you anticipated. his grip on you was so tight you were sure you were going to be sore the next day. your moans turned pornographic as you neared your release, your walls squeezed around donghyuck to the point he was unable to move, so he started drawing circles over your sensitive clit to help you get off.

“let go, baby.”

and soon, his touch threw you over the edge, causing your body to shake and a broken moan to fall from your lips, legs weak as your whole weight only relied on your arms for support. he followed shortly after, grunting as he filled you up with his warm and sticky essence.

as he pulled out, a mixture of your slick juices and his seed leaked from your abused hole, dripping down your inner thighs. his fingers slid over to gather the drops of cum and opposite to your assumption, he didn’t push it back inside of you but brought the digits to your face, waiting for you to open your mouth.

“suck.”

and you did, eyes locked with his through the mirror as your tongue swirled around his fingers to lick them clean.

“fuck,” donghyuck sighed, “i didn’t know you were so dirty, sweetheart.”

and the teasing comes back.

“do you want me to remind you how i made you cum in your pants back there in a room full of people?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and he just let out a breathy laugh.

“whatever. either way, even if they didn’t have the pleasure of fucking you or at least seeing you get fucked, they surely could hear you from how loud you were screaming my name.”

“good thing mark now knows who you belong to,” the words slipped out of his mouth before he could think and both of you shared a look of pure shock.

“did you just mention mark?”

“…no?”

“you did! what the fuck? were you jealous of mark?” you asked, eyes wide as you remembered the disgusted look on his face when you and mark got too touchy with each other during the game.

“i am jealous of mark.”

“what? why?”

“oh my god, you’re so dense.”

“shut up, i’m not.”

“yes, you are. i like you dumbass, that’s fucking why. why wouldn’t i be jealous if you two act like you’re dating but always deny it when questioned? i can give you my hoodies, i can cuddle you and hold your hand, i can spoil you with cute stuff. i can be your boyfriend, it doesn’t have to be him.”

everything was so weird.

you were supposed to be enemies for fucks sake.

but he looked cute with pouty lips.

“well, you sure have got a damn weird way of demonstrating it.”

“shut up, okay?” donghyuck snapped, done with trying to get you to shut the fuck up. “i just didn’t know how to approach you or talk to you at all, alright?” he sighed, a scowl forming on his face. “you always seem to be angry when i’m around.” the change in his voice shocked you, it was much softer now, as if he was afraid of you hearing it.

“hey, don’t beat yourself for it, alright?” you sighed, feeling bad for being so mean to him for no reason. because you really didn’t have a reason. whenever you weren’t at each other’s throats and you got time to observe him from afar, you saw how caring he was with his friends, even if most of the time he annoyed the crap out of them.

donghyuck actually seemed like a good guy… if you ignored his teasing.

maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.

“so, would you be my-,”

suddenly, the sound of banging on the door resonated through the room.

“are you done already? i need to pee.”

you quickly fixed your clothes, embarrassed by the presence of someone outside the door waiting for you and donghyuck to get out and momentarily forgetting about the boy’s proposal. just as you were about to open the door and get yourself the fuck out of the situation, his arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer and whisper to your ear in a way you could feel your panties get damp once again.

“we’re not done yet, princess.”

–lia:)

[buckyownsmylife]

Young and Beautiful - Steve Rogers smut

The one where you were supposed to be a one-night stand, but Steve won't let that happen

Warnings: smut, and a little bit of angst.

A/N: this was our first ever patreon-voted fic, chosen for the month of May! My patreons at the $3 tier get to send me their ideas once a month and two of them end up being voted so I can write one of them each month. June’s fic is the one where Ransom needs to get a sugar mommy, and if you want to suggest a story for our July’s fic, please consider becoming a patreon! Thank you to my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first time wasn’t a mistake, I could admit to that. Steve had been coming to the same bar where I worked for almost a year now. I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew - he was hard to miss. But I think what he liked about our run-down place is that no one seemed to care about Captain America and the things he did when he didn’t have a bottle of beer in his hand.

Over here, he was just Steve. And Steve tipped well and drank a lot - I was sure he couldn’t get drunk, no matter how many beers I served him, but he never stopped asking me for more.

So, needless to say, he was adored. Adored by my boss, who was always around to keep watch of his customers and keep them in line. Adored by Luke, who guarded the entrance, for all the nights Steve helped him get rid of men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And adored by all the waitresses, for precisely the same reason - and because I always shared my tips with all of them.

Even the kitchen staff adored Steve. Besides, it’s not like he was hard on the eye - all the girls (customers and staff) were constantly fawning over him, but he was nothing short of a gentleman, always.

Actually, he seemed to avoid the members of the opposite sex as best as he could, clearly not interested in whatever it was that they planned to possibly get to do with him. Well, except for me.

He never avoided me. I always figured it was because I was the guardian of the alcohol - we’d even joke about it sometimes, when he came to sit by the bar after politely declining someone’s advances.

“It’s just hard to understand how to date nowadays,” he commented one day after a pretty girl actually asked him out on a date right in front of me, but he refused. I shrugged as I wiped the counter, thinking if there was any advice I could give him.

“It really isn’t that hard. You go out to dinner, walk her home and when you step in front of her door, you ask her for some coffee. She’ll usually do it herself, but if you want to show your interest…” His frown was amusing, to say the least, but I held back my laughter so he wouldn’t be even more uncomfortable.

“A coffee?” Giggling, I nodded. “Before bed? But…”

“It’s a metaphor, Steve. A lady can’t very well invite you into her sheets, now can she?” He blushed three different shades of red when I winked, another giggle escaping. “I mean, she can, but we like to keep some things unsaid - innuendos can be very sexy.”

Two months had passed and if Steve made use of my lessons, I wouldn’t know. He never brought anyone to the bar and never left with any lady who approached him either.

“What can I get ya, Steve?” I’d always ask. I’d never once called him Cap or anything other than the name he used to introduce himself - even though I obviously knew who he was. He always took his time before answering my questions, even if they required a simple yes or no, which amused me to no end.

For a while, I actually believed a gun or one of the buildings the Hulk had undoubtedly thrown in his direction had left him with a difficulty of hearing. But then after my first question, he never seemed to have any problem understanding me at all.

“Just a beer,” he’d say, a small, soft smile as he tried not to stare too much at me, fingers tapping on the counter while I got his order. I appreciated his effort not to make me uncomfortable - I knew he’d seen how often men did that to me. I had no doubt that was why he only ever looked me in the eye from under those huge eyelashes of his.

“There you go.” Always the same routine, we never once deviated from it. Until one night when I was supposed to close the bar and he heard my boss instructing me to be careful.

“There’s been a lot of robberies this late at night. Make sure you lock everything up properly.” I saluted in jest, making the old man laugh and shake his head at me. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

There were only a handful of customers - Steve included, and he was the only one by the bar, so I threw him a quick smile as I wiped the glasses and started to clean the counter.

“Can I get you anything else?” I offered, but he only grimaced in response, leaving me confused. “Is there something wrong?” He stared directly at me without answering for a while before he was able to snap out of whatever it was that had frozen him.

“You’re supposed to leave by yourself at two in the morning?” I chuckled lightly at his concern, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see how it warmed my heart that he’d be preoccupied over me, someone that was a little more than a stranger to him.

“It’s part of the job,” I reassured him. “Well, usually it’s part of Luke’s job. But whenever he has to leave early, it’s my duty to fill in for him.” He nodded, but didn’t make any movement towards leaving. Usually, he would be gone by now, but it wasn’t that extraordinary for him to stay until the hour I left.

This was the first time he stayed this long though, considering I wasn’t the one responsible for closing the bar and I only realized it when I looked around and noticed we were the last two people left in the room.

“Planning on drinking much more?” I joked, trying to gauge if he was going to be much longer, but he seemed startled by my question, looking around to verify the same thing I’d just noticed.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” I smiled, thankful that he was conscious and wouldn’t force me to stay even longer after my shift had finished. “I just figured I could walk you home. It is pretty late, after all.”

My heart warmed up at how sweet and thoughtful this man was. He had no reason to wait for me to finish my job just to walk me home, yet here he was. “Thank you, Steve,” I acknowledged, sending him a grateful grin. “Let me just check the bathrooms real quick. I’ll grab my purse and we can leave.”

He nodded, watching me do as I said and in no time at all we took off together in the direction of my apartment. I wasn’t worried about making small talk with him on the way there - I knew he was a good conversationalist from all the times he had stayed by the bar instead of taking his beer to a table, and I adored the stories he told of his missions just as much as I appreciated how he genuinely cared about what I had to say.

The walk to my place seemed shorter than ever before, and in a few minutes we were standing in front of my door as I searched for my keys in my bag.

“C-Can I…” He murmured as I looked for it, glancing up at him and smiling to signal he should continue even though I couldn’t give him my full attention at that moment. “Would you… Do you have some coffee?”

I was so shocked that my head whipped up to stare at him, eyes wide and unbelieving. Did Steve… Did he… Did he want to have sex with me? “I mean… in your apartment, do you have some coffee in your apartment?”

The thought was so extraordinary that the second I realized his intentions, a fire of desire warmed my lower belly, not because he was Captain America, but because he was an attractive and sweet guy that was way out of my league and I couldn’t believe he was into me.

He kept talking as I kept blinking at him, trying to process what was going on. “’Cause I’d really like to have some coffee… with you… If you want some too…”

His voice got smaller the longer it took for me to answer him, until it disappeared completely and he cleared his throat. “Nevermind.” He was about to turn around and make a run for it, I was sure, but I was able to grasp his wrist just in time, signalling him to stop because I had something to say.

“I would love to make you some coffee, Steve.”

So yeah, the first time wasn’t a mistake. He was way too fucking sweet and I got hot just by seeing how nervous he was to ask me for some “coffee”, incredulous that I was capable of affecting this giant man that much.

So as soon as we were in my apartment, I tied up my hair with the little hair tie I always kept on my wrist during work and got on my knees for him.

And I cherished every fucking second of it.

The way his mouth fell open in a gasp when I reached for his jeans, the little moans he let out as I licked his member… I couldn’t close my eyes, too transfixed by his expressions to miss anything.

The way he pulled me by my hair to devour my mouth, hands so eager to undress me that he ended up ripping my blouse, but it only made me giggle.

The way his groan sounded almost painful when he picked me up, shoved me against the door and penetrated me, filling me so beautifully I hit my head back against the wood and didn’t even notice it.

He got me to cum without almost no preparation, just from the thrill of it all, the stretch of his member inside of me. When I urged him to cum in my pussy, the look on his eyes was enough to get me to cum again, milking him dry as he emptied himself with a growl, forehead dropping against mine while he tried to catch his breath.

I was expecting him to leave immediately or maybe stay for an actual coffee. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out, drop to his knees and start lapping his cum from inside of me, eyes as focused on mine as I had been for him only minutes before.

Burying my fingers in his short locks, I tried to keep myself up despite the way my legs trembled, but Steve just adjusted them so they’d be over his shoulders and held me up with his face buried in me.

I had never cum so many times in a row. But then again, I had never had a man eat his own cum out of me.

I fully intended it to be a one time thing, and that was my plan. I thanked him for eating me out, made him some coffee, giggled at his stories about his friends and for a second it almost looked like we were back at the bar, only the counter was my kitchen table and I was allowed to sit on the other side.

He didn’t ask to stay the evening and I breathed a sigh of relief after I closed the door behind him, ignoring the slight empty feeling that momentarily hit me. This is what I wanted, I reminded myself, and by acting the way I expected him to, he had made it clear that he understood the rules of the dating world he claimed to know so little of.

This was a one time deal. Nothing more.

But then the first night we saw each other at the bar again, it was when he burst through the door to punch some guy who came in just as I was closing, trying to steal the money we had in the vault. I was so fucking relieved to see his face that all I could do was tremble in his arms after the police came to get the robber, and of course I couldn’t let him go after that.

He walked me home and I didn’t even ask anything, just stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, using my grip on his shirt to pull him in as he helped me with my clothes.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” He moaned, and perhaps that should have been my first sign, the one that alerted me to stop what I was doing and not make this into a mistake I couldn’t take back.

He hadn’t talked the last time. He had never complimented me before.

“God, your ass…” He groaned as he palmed it, helping me over his lap when he took a seat on my couch, until I could fuse the both of us and ride us to hysteria.

But I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind because it felt so fucking good to be desired by him, to have him inside of me, cumming deep into my pussy only to eat it all out of me again.

It didn’t take long for me to learn about the errors of my way, though. In fact, it started the very next day, when he walked into the bar grinning from ear to ear and made a beeline in my direction.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and my eyes went wide as two saucers, especially when I saw him lean over the counter like he intended to peck my lips.

“Hello, Captain.” I quickly turned my back to him, facing the shelves of liquor to pretend that I was looking for something. My heart sank to my stomach as I took in what was happening, what I had just done in my effort to put some distance between us as if last night had never happened. “Can I get you anything?”

The time it took for him to answer almost had me looking at him from over my shoulder, but I restrained myself. “Yeah, you,” he finally said, and I breathed out in surprise. “Why are you acting this way?”

I panicked for a few seconds, reaching up for an already clean glass to attack it with my rag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to reassure the both of us, still incapable of looking him in the eye.

But I could see his massive body by the end of the counter from the corner of my eyes, where he always sat, and I saw him tap the old battered wood with his fingers - fingers he had used to spread me open for his tongue to reach - as he thought.

I hoped he would let it go. I hoped he would not.

“Fine,” he relented, and I froze, uncertain of what he meant. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” My head snapped up just in time to watch him leave, and he didn’t even look over his shoulder.

I tried to tell myself it was for the best. He needed some time to get over whatever the hell it was that he thought he was feeling and tomorrow things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t what happened.

He came back with flowers the next day, and I didn’t have any reasonable excuse not to accept it. He didn’t push for anything, just gave me the bouquet before asking for his usual drink. And then he proceeded to stay the entire evening right there, where he always sat, carefully watching my every move.

For the first time in a while, I broke two glasses in a single evening.

The day after that, he came with a box of chocolates. I couldn’t hide the smile because they were my favorite - I didn’t know how he knew it until he reminded me.

“You told me you liked them right when I started coming to this place.” His eyes were so heavy with a sad feeling that I couldn’t recognize that I had to avert my gaze. It messed with my heartbeat, it left my throat feeling dry.

“Thanks, Captain,” I softly acknowledged it, and I saw the way his grip on the box tightened. I saw it in the way it was slightly crumpled when I took it from his hands, but he didn’t say a word.

There was only so much that he could take, though. And I knew that. It didn’t help that my boss had caught onto his intentions and started to push me to go out on a date with him.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance?” He’d incite, much to Steve’s utter glee.

“Yeah, Y/N. Why don’t you go out with me?” Steve urged, and although he never asked when my boss wasn’t around to initiate the teasing, I knew he wondered.

And the truth was that I wondered about it too. Because everything was screwed up now. When I gave him his beer and our fingers brushed, mine were left tingling. When I looked his way to find his gaze already on me, I shivered.

So yes, the second time was undeniably a mistake, but there wouldn’t be a third time. I’d make sure of it.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I was tired of waiting. I knew I had wanted her since the first time I laid my eyes on her, when I decided to stop at this rundown bar in the hopes of one night of crappy beer without being bothered by anyone asking for autographs or pictures.

I’d come here almost every night when I could escape the tower to watch her work, slowly getting her to warm up to me, and I fell for her personality in the process.

The way she clearly saw me as Steve, and not my title.

The way she always laughed at my stories and shared what had happened in the previous nights with the raucous customers.

The way she seemed to care about everyone and everything that came into contact with her.

So what started as desire became something deeper and for the first time since I was unfrozen, I found myself eager to understand what dating in this new century was like. I asked Sam for advice, and even Tony for any tips he could give me, but their general ideas didn’t matter to me when all I wanted was one single person.

Her.

So I asked her for her thoughts on the matter and was surprised with myself when I put them into practice. I was even more surprised when she accepted my advances and welcomed me into her embrace.

I was sure I’d never been happier than that evening.

But to have her pretend nothing had happened and even worse - treat me like a stranger after I had learned the taste of her skin? Nothing hurt deeper than that.

And still, I understood. I realized then that she hadn’t seen the situation the way that I had. She had thought all I wanted was a one-night deal - well, two-night deal - because I had never shown her anything to make her think differently.

So I set out to do just that. My way this time. And I was just about ready to ask her on a proper date when I was forced away for a whole damn month, having to resort to my hand and my memories of her body to get through the cold nights on the field.

The second I was back in the city, I only had one thing in mind. To get what I wanted, in whatever way she would let me.

“Can we talk?” My voice sounded clipped to my own ears, and maybe that’s why her mouth opened in surprise - or maybe it was seeing me at the bar so early, when there was barely anyone around, after being absent for so long.

“Sure,” she finally accepted, shrugging like it was no big deal, but I knew better than that. She might not know it, but I could read her perfectly, and I knew she was hiding her true feelings even to herself. I knew those feelings were deeper than she had ever felt. I knew they made her scared.

“Not here.” She stopped cleaning glasses then, frozen for a second before she looked around, taking in the fact that no one else was going to need her for a while. There was nowhere to run and maybe I was a jerk for doing this during her work hours, but I was a desperate jerk and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Okay.” She sounded small, and I knew what she was expecting to get out of this conversation. Closure, in one way or another. For me to finally let go of her. But I wouldn’t.

I wanted her too damn bad to let her escape like that.

“Go out with me.” I asked the second that the office door was closed behind us, and she immediately started shaking her head. “Yes, please,” I insisted. “Let me show you that I want more from you. I want so much more.”

“I can’t give you more,” was her answer, and she still avoided my eyes as she spoke. “One night, you even had two. That’s all I can give you. Please don’t ask me for anything more.”

“Why?” I asked, and the frustration in my voice was enough to get her to meet my eyes for the first time that evening. “Why are you trying to avoid this? I know you want me, Y/N. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t. So just tell me why.”

“I can’t,” she insisted, moving towards the door, but I grasped her hand to stop her before she could slip through it - much like she had done that first night, when I thought I’d screwed up any chance I had to ever be with her.

“Tell me why you’re holding yourself back from me,” I ordered, anger and desire creating an explosive cocktail inside of me, making my voice hoarse. I saw her shiver. I watched her break.

“Because it was too fucking good and I swear to God, if you get your mouth on me again, I’m gonna marry you.” Our expressions mirrored one another, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. She couldn’t believe she had let out her feelings like this. I couldn’t believe there was all there was to it.

I dropped to my knees before her.

“Come here.” I shoved her jeans all the way down to her ankles, sending the button flying somewhere. I couldn’t tell where and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to show her that there was nothing wrong with wanting this, with wanting me because as long as she allowed me to, I’d give anything to be with her.

My tongue was so hungry to taste her sweetness again. I licked a stripe between her lower lips before I could even get my hand there, spreading her with my fingers for easier access.

God, she was heavenly. I watched her let her head fall back against the door, much like the first time I was able to be in this position, and my heartbeat fluttered at the realization that this time, I was much closer to getting what I really wanted from her.

“I’ve been terrified of my own feelings for long enough,” I decided to confess, parting from her clit to be able to speak but slipping two digits inside her hole, filling her up, preparing her to welcome me. “I can wait for you to come to terms with yours. But I can’t keep myself away,” I warned, quickening my movements as I chased away the taste of her in my tongue. “So don’t ask that of me.”

Her moan had my eyes sparkling with excitement. I lowered my head to suck her button, see the way it made her thighs tremble on each side of my face.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned against her cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.” Her little cry of ecstasy denounced she was about to do just that, so I twirled my tongue around her clit, rubbing my digits against her sweet spot as her body tensed under my ministrations.

“There you go…” I whispered, fascinated with the way she looked after her release. It was like she glowed from the inside, muscles relaxing to accept my caresses when I finished cleaning her with my tongue and rose to my full height.

“Next time you try to pretend something between us didn’t happen, I’m gonna bend you over the counter and spank your ass in front of all of the other patrons,” I warned her before nibbling her earlobe. “Go out with me,” I tried again, and she took a deep breath before answering, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.

“Okay.”