#mind might be popping off too much i need to stop and go sleep

[puffein]

untouchably yours

pairings: wanda maximoff x reader summary: one is said to be an emo burnout and the other is a recognized academic ice queen. they shouldn’t work, but in the spirit of corny dances and unplanned kisses—they might. warnings: mentions of abuse word count: 11543 a/n: i had so much fun writing this!!

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The life you had led was something in the borders of what people called dull and bland. But if they were in your shoes, they would completely understand the life you had led. They would understand it if they were not high school kids, teenagers who are borderline horny and reckless. So, safe to say, you have the very reason for your actions, of what you have set yourself grounded on. 

You never doubted it, the life you hold onto was something you had proudly made yourself. You made promises and beliefs, that is why people call you the untouchable. You didn't really think of that title, you let that word be glued to your name like a mantra being passed on the crowded hallways of your school.

They gave you the title untouchable because not a single person has ever come close to dating you, that was their sole reason for accompanying that word to your name, like a fucking pop-star, ready to rise in a stage witth her electric guitar and pink microphone. 

Your mind can't seem to make up what you are feeling on that word, mainly because in Hindu caste system, untouchables are the lowest of low ranks, and these morons probably aren't smart enough to put hidden innuendo to your known title in the campus. They probably didn't know ancient India's caste system, right?

So, you really didn't think of it and ignored the word being passed on as you walked in the hallways full of lockers. You ignored the whispers, the silent murmurs of the ignorant high schoolers. 

Not until a grubby hand forcefully closes your locker as he lets his beefy biceps lean on it, "Baby, I think it's time for us to date. Don't ya think?"

Your lips twist in a symbol of annoyance, "I do think, Rumlow. I am just not sure if you are." 

With that, Rumlow scrambles on his feet as you push him hard away from your locker with one hand, the other hand busy clutching the books you had from the past class. He mutters a silent fucking virgin and continues to ramble along the lines of bitch as he walks away hastily. 

Okay, now, you definitely hate the title untouchable. Because that word just gave all the obnoxious high schoolers a reason to torment you. To give themselves the satisfaction of finally being able to touch the one who didn't like to be touched. And it gave you a headache for experiencing this way too frequently than you had liked.

"That was hot." 

A groan left in your mouth as you shove the books in your locker and you turn to give the owner of the voice the sweetest smile you could conjure, "You know what is more hotter?"

The boy perks up at the sudden suggestive voice you had given him, "Yeah?"

"For you to fuck off." 

You flipped your hair over your shoulder, clutching the straps of your bag tightly, you walked off with a middle finger high in your shoulders, waving it as a bunch of students snickers at the lame attempt of the boy.

That event mostly fills up your routine of your bland high school life, go to classes, flip off obnoxious men, attend classes, push off the high unpleasant smell of testosterone out of your proximity and then repeat. You didn't really have the liberty of stopping this madness as it has been happening since last year, you suddenly got this weird glow-up when in reality it was just really puberty doing its works. 

Slumping in the seat in front of a sleeping boy, the tousled brown haired boy sat up suddenly at the sudden intrusion, eyes darting everywhere as it finally landed on your busy figure of unclustering the materials needed for studying. 

"Y/N, you're here." He stated, arranging the big glasses on his face as he sat up straighter. 

You gave him a look, "Obviously, Peter." 

Peter, the only boy who treated you normally throughout high school has become your best friend for these past years. You had known him since you two were toddlers, having him as a neighbour was a blessing in disguise as it gave you an automatic friend. You didn't have to carry the burden of being alone while dealing with monstrosity. 

"Have you heard?" Peter starts, whispering as he eyes the librarian placed in the center of the library, in between the entrance and exit. 

"Can you help me with chemistry, I can't understand it." You distractedly asked him, flipping off pages in a thick book you had borrowed earlier before sitting across Peter.

Peter closes your book, your face gives away an irritated one. "Here, listen. I heard there's a bunch of seniors doing drugs on the back of the campus." 

"Like I care, Peter. That's their life, thank you very much for wasting my time. Now, compensate for it and make me understand chemistry." You hissed at him, gesturing him at the hands he clamped over the book. 

He quickly yanks it away, ducking his head as his eyes suddenly widen at something behind you. 

Your brows furrowed at his slumped figure, turning your body to catch the sights he is seeing behind you. Your eyes rolls in easily as your gaze lands on a girl with a leather jacket, her hands adoring with different kinds of rings, her green eyes prominent with the perfect eyeliner on her eyelids. 

"You have a crush on Maximoff? That's it?" You asked Peter, face twisting in disgust and displeasure.

The boy colored, "What, no!" He sputtered clumsily.

Your eyebrows raised at his red neck, "You can like whoever you like, Peter. I won't judge you for crushing on a girl who looks like she will either be smoking pot with you or burn you with her cigarette."

"I don't have a crush on her, she's just this one of the seniors who did drugs, apparently." He explains, yanking your thick book to open a page he knows off with ease. "And she's nice."

You laugh at his words, "She does drugs and nice. That is so ideal type, Peter. I am swooning." 

"Who is swooning?" An accented voice reaches onto your ears, you hear the low hissing of a chair being pulled and a warm presence beside you emits from it. 

You stayed silent at the sudden interruption, letting Peter handle whatever is happening. He was the one who manifested this, obsessing over seniors who are sure to not graduate this year are not worth your time.

A low hum comes in accompanied by a tap on top of your notebook, you look up to stare at her indignantly, "What?"

Her laugh comes off easily, the creases beside her eyes pronounced itself magnificent, "It's rude to not answer and I was just curious." 

"Stay curious, then."

"Ms. Wanda! I am pleased to meet you." Peter suddenly gets his tongue back as he interrupts the weird look Wanda is giving you.

You shrug them both as you continued working on your homework, the intense gaze of Wanda didn't leave your figure. You felt it intensely but ignored it as she always did this whenever you and her were both in the same premises like the hallways or in the bathroom even in the active discussion of the classroom. A heavy feeling at the back of your head will always situated itself during class and then when you look back, you will see her smirking, grinning as she shrugs. 

And that irritated you immensely. 

"You don't have to call me that, Parker. Made me feel like I'm bullying you or something." Wanda stated, eyes focused on your face as she tilted her head in interest. 

"If you're gonna stare at me longer, I will poke your eyes out with the pen I'm using." You calmly stated, hands moving fast with determination as the flow of your handwriting fills your notebook easily. 

Wanda's lips twitch in a satisfied grin, leaning back on the chair to make herself feel at home with you and Peter's company. She looks away, though, eyeing the way your hand moves diligently, you look up suddenly to stare at her, noticing the light pink spreading on her ears. 

"Aren't you gonna leave?" 

"Why would I?" She challenges you happily, tilting her head once more in determination. 

"This is our table." You tap the wooden commodity impatiently.

Wanda looks around the table, ducking seriously then shrugging, "There's no name written on it."

"Well, fuck you." You stood up suddenly, tired of having Wanda's budgering presence in your study session. 

She notices the brisk movement you had made in cleaning your things away, she scrambles on her feet to trail behind your swift motions of fleeing away, leaving Peter to trail behind the two of you in an alert manner. 

"I will gladly do that, if you let me." She huffs out, catching up onto your fast feet in ease. 

You instantaneously turn to glower at her, "Leave me alone and you smell like cigarettes. I hate people who smoke, they disgust me. Get away, Maximoff." 

With that you completely left her frozen in the middle of the hallways, you have noticed the sudden fall of her eyes but you shrug it off with nonchalant. Not caring if Peter is following you or not, you continue moving to go to the comforts of your home.

In the walls of your cozy home, the attitude you had in school is completely gone, exchanged with the sweetest daughter your mom could ever have. Calling out a greeting happily in the doorway, your body tenses at the silence of the structure. Hastily taking your shoes off before entering the premises, you once again called.

"Mom?" You peak your head at her office, eyes downcasted as you meet an empty room. 

You push the slightly ajar door of the master bedroom, not thinking too deeply, you open the door wide and open, only to be greeted in a sight you hated to see. 

Your mom scrambles off the hug she had committed with the man you cursed every night. Frowning at their closeness, you turn your back at them. 

"Honey, wait—"

Daughters shouldn't feel weird seeing their parents hug, right? But you had different circumstances, and these circumstances are dangerous and the root of all your problems. 

Your dad has been absent all your life, maybe not all, but half of it. He was good first, like all men do, he was a good father not until he started becoming an addict. Hurting your mom in front of your eyes, verbally abusing her like she was not his wife but a woman who cooks and cleans his stuff, you suffer deeply as you watch helplessly with your small body.

You were just a child and everything unfolds before your eyes.

They had divorce, you thought it was the end of it all but love works in a very cruel way. 

That's why you hated it.

You couldn't understand how your mom would easily take him back like it was nothing, like everything he has done was some sort of insignificant action that requires second chances.

You wiped the tears rushing down your cheeks, quickly putting on your shoes, you gave up on them as you heard the rushing heavy steps of the pair. Cursing deeply, you let your sock covered feet meet the hot surface of the pavement, running fast as your lungs felt heavier each sob and cry you let out. 

Your feet led you in a place you're unfamiliar with, an old playground. It looks sinister in the eyes of a scared teenager, but you were angry and sad, so this playground was the most comfortable place to have your sobs ring once again. 

You sit quietly on the swing, hiccuping at the remnants of your breakdown, you rest your foot on your lap, examining a circled red spot that spreads out quickly into a big one. 

You stare up at the night sky, lips downwards as you let out a sudden sob again for the third time. You didn't know how many minutes your running took up and you surely didn't know how many hours you had stayed in the playground.

"That's the second time you sob." A voice rang out in the spur of the moment. You immediately sit up, looking around just to see Wanda poking her head out of the playhouse. 

You frowned.

"This is my playground." She says, holding her two hands up. 

You stayed silent, gulping at the instant embarrassment to have sobbed in front of somebody. She would surely be on a field trip to gossip about this with her senior friends. This will be the new topic being passed around tomorrow, a crying sad girl who can't get over her daddy.

Wanda unexpectedly sat beside the empty swing, her eyes darting up the sky. "I have been here for hours in case you will think I'm following you around."

A curt laugh escapes your mouth, she whips her head to look at you, a sight to see a laughing tear-stained girl beside her. Wanda repressed the twitching of her mouth. 

"That did not make me feel better."

"I was not trying to make you feel better." She replied instantly, her swing moving forward and back with the control of her two planted feet on the ground.

You let the silence comfort the both of you, let it envelope on whatever the atmosphere settled in. You sigh cautiously, "Knowing you had heard me sob is embarrassing for me."

"Crying is not embarrassing," she immediately answers. "You're human, you are allowed to feel things."

"It is still embarrassing. Out of all the people, it had to be you, who had caught me in such a vulnerable state." Your voice was void from anger or the usual snappiness you had used often with her.

Wanda hums, eyeing you at the corner of her eyes in hopes to not get caught but she can't really resist to not see your face. 

"Am I really that bad?" She asks.

"Yes."

"Ouch." 

You once again laugh at her reply, Wanda couldn't resist anymore as she brazenly stares at you. Her chest slowly thumping at the sounds you are making, she wants to keep it in her pocket and hear it every night before she falls asleep. You intrigued her. Deeply. 

Wanda watches as you suddenly stand up, wincing slightly at the weight you're putting on your feet. She notices the absence of your shoes, she grimaces at the sight. 

Grasping at your wrist, Wanda pulls you down, "Sit." 

Your brows furrowed at her actions, fast rambling harsh notes of your voice ready to spurt out but died once she kneels in front of you. She takes off her boots gingerly, putting it aside while huffing out slightly as she takes a hold of the sides of your foot carefully taking off your dirty socks. 

You move your feet away but she grips it gently, "Don't." She raises an eyebrow at you, her free hand moving swiftly on the pockets of her leather jacket to pull out a band-aid. 

"Is running with no shoes a new trend for geniuses, is that how they pump up their brain cells?" She asks with a hint of playfulness in the timbres of her voice, she easily turns your foot to look at the wound placed at the soles.

Your eyes roll without a tinge of annoyance, "Yes, you have to do it sometimes to pump up your brain cells. Oh, wait. Do you have one?"

Wanda chuckles, "Jesus, I am here kneeling in front of you and you insult me?"

"I didn't tell you to kneel and do whatever this is."

"A thank you will suffice, sweetheart. You don't have to be such a stick-ass."

Setting your injured foot on her knees, Wanda shrugs off the cover of the band-aid and delicately places it on top of the wound, "Stay still."

"Do you always have a band-aid on your pockets?" You ask quietly.

She looks up swiftly, "Yeah, if you have a brother who somehow attracts trouble. You gotta have one." 

You observed her closely, the hunch posture she has just to put on a band-aid on your wounded foot, the furrowing of her eyebrows as she concentrated on placing it accurately and delicately. You let yourself feel her gentle hands, the fingertips of a girl who smokes, has no regard for academic life, who apparently did drugs on the back of the gym. 

The girl who always sat at the farthest back of the room.

You blink as she puts on your dirty socks, her hands wrapping around your foot to push it gently on her worn out black boots. You watch as the hands filled with rings tie the shoelaces securely, you eyed her unprotected feet, only covered by her socks.

"You can give it back tomorrow. I know it's worn out but it will do for the meantime." 

"I don't need this." 

Wanda sighs at your stubborn words, she stands up, pulling herself upwards, hands placed sternly at her chest as she tilts her head at you, "I told you it's not for free, give it back tomorrow." 

Your eyes lingers on her face, she looks away instantly, turning her back at you to walk away, "Bring it back tomorrow." She reminded you once again. 

The light padding of her sock covered feet remains on your eyes, she tucked her hands on the pockets of her leather jacket as you see the way her shoulders hanged lowly.

"Thank you!" You shout suddenly.

Wanda turns her head to give you a grin and completely leaves you alone once again. The presence of the heavy material of her big boots dawdles at your being and the sight of her uncovered feet engraved rightfully on your mind.

The morning after didn't make everything easier for you. You didn't really had the energy to sneak inside your house quietly last night, so you barged in with no regard if your mother was sleeping peacefully with the cursed man. 

In result, you had to listen to her explain what you had seen. That everything is just fine, they are not back together. 

"Your father just wanted to apologize." That was your mother's words, her hands placed gently on your cheeks as she frowns at your quiet reply. You didn't talk to her after that, trudging your tired body and slept heavily in the comforts of your bed.

The morning is definitely not the best for your death-driven body. The loud voices of the high schoolers did not help calm down the raging migraine you had, your eyes are dry and are throbbing in the most uncomfortable way you had experienced. Your backpack is heavy, reminding you of the boots shoved inside of it, and making you replay the delicate interaction you had with the brown-haired girl. 

"Are you okay?" Peter's voice grounds you in reality, you knock your forehead hardly on your locker.

"I am dying." You muttered, eyes closed as you tried to fade out the voices of the students.

"We can go to the infirmary if you'd like," He suggested. "Your mom called last night, asking where you were." 

Your posture straightened at the mention of your mom, you eyed him. 

"I told her I didn't know because I really didn't. But she was crying and that made me panic so I started looking for you and in distress I almost got knocked out by a car." He rambles hastily.

Your chest thumps at the chain of events he's sharing, "You almost got hit by a car?"

He waves his hands dismissively, "Almost. So it never happened. What I'm saying is, Wanda almost hit me with her car, or I don't know. Is she supposed to be driving? Is that legal?"

"Wanda? What's she got to do with this?" You said defensively, shoulders tensing at the sudden mention of the girl. The weight of your backpack weighs heavily on your being. 

"Well, she definitely noticed the distress I had at the possibility of you running away but I knew you would never do that. She volunteered to help me look for you and I don't know, late at night she called my home landline and said you're safe back home." Peter says, he looks concerned as he reminisces about the events that happened last night. 

"Where are you going?" He shouts, gaping at the sudden motions of your fleeing body. 

Ignoring him, you focused on leading yourself in the classroom you shared with her. Standing beside her oblivious sitting figure, you dump your back pack loudly on top of her desk.

Wanda jumps at the sound it made, she looks up to eye you confusedly. 

"You can take your boots." You grits, aggressively opening your backpack to laid out her worn out boots on her desk. 

"Well, you're welcome." She says confusedly, straightening her back to look at you carefully. 

"I don't need your help, Wanda. I don't know what tricks you have in your leather jacket but please, don't use my vulnerability or the vulnerability of my friend just to get into my pants." 

Wanda furrows her brows, "Not everything is about getting into your pants, Y/N."

"Then is everything not about drugs to you?" You retort back, glaring at her. 

The chair almost fell at her sudden posture, it hiss loudly at the sudden quiet of the classroom as she stood up. Looking down at you with indescribable eyes, "I was just trying to help."

"I don't need your help."

"I don't care if you see yourself as a God or something but you don't get to be an asshole just because you're not accustomed to getting help from people. And I don't fucking do drugs." With that she pushes you gently to make her way out of the door. 

You stood quietly beside her desk, the boots taunting you loudly with its appearance. 

That was two weeks ago. The complete turn around of you and Wanda's interaction was something you should analyse for better comprehension of what has happened. The girl no longer stares at you, you can no longer feel her heavy eyes at the back of your head. 

It shouldn't phase you, but it did. 

It bothered you how she looks solemn at the hallways, how she stares at everything but you. And the current shenanigans of high school are not helping you with your strange predicament. 

"You're the top of the class, Y/N. You are the top of everything. You can do it." Peter trails behind you, his voice has been pleading for the past minutes. 

"I am not gonna tutor Maximoff. She asked you, not me. And I don't care if you suddenly got balls and asked MJ out for a date but I don't care. Either the date or tutor." You reasoned out once again.

Peter has been begging you to take his place for tutoring. He said Wanda asked him for it and he has been helping her with studying for the past days, he said the girl wanted to graduate and she can't if she'll fail for the last exams of the school year. 

You vaguely remember replying to Peter's explanation of his situation. "She wanted to graduate, she should've been more careful for the past years and not be a fucking delinquent." 

And now, Peter wants you to take this one day of tutoring for Wanda because he has a date with his long-time crush. If you didn't feel guilty at your sudden outburst at the older girl, you would've taken his request with no questions asked. But, you do. So, Peter can suck it up or completely cut off whatever friendship he had with you. 

"Please, I'll do anything for you." He begged, clutching the straps of his backpack tightly.

"What can you possibly do for me."

"I'll spread the information that you're not a virgin?" 

You gave him a look, "That would help me? Fuck off, then." 

Peter sputters behind you, running to chase your fast feet. "Help me or I'll tell your mom Wanda helped look for you that night and she will do her gratitude routine of cooking and asking you to bring her so she can thank her and have dinner and—"

"Okay, fine!" You cut him off, glaring at the sheepish smile he has, "Just this once."

That's how you found yourself at Wanda's front door, books clutching tightly on your chest as you await for her to open the door.

Her house looks smaller compared to yours, it is also situated in a known neighbourhood, the neighbourhood of which the parents used to scare off their children. It was a weird stereotype, definitely harmful for the people who reside in it, but it helped them discipline the itchy travelling feet of kids. 

The front door let out a loud sound as it was yanked heavily from the other side. Wanda stands still on her doorway, her messy long hair cascades itself down on her shoulders, the oversized black sweater she wore suddenly felt heavy on your intense gaze at her figure. 

You suddenly realized, you have never seen Wanda with her hair down. 

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"To tutor you." You replied dismissively, raising an eyebrow at her scowling face. 

"Peter is the one helping me." 

"Well, sucks for you, sweetheart. Peter has a date and he asked me to do this." You impatiently tap your foot at her wooden porch, Wanda's face colored at your words, furrowing her eyebrow deeply. 

"Are you gonna let me in or are you gonna keep scowling at me for the rest of the day?" 

Licking the bottom of her lips, Wanda pursed her mouth as she opened the door wide for you to let in.

Wanda led you quietly to her bedroom, you eyed the frames placed on their walls as you finally set your sights on her room. Her room was something you had not thought of, it was neat and decorated nicely. She had posters of different bands plastered on her wall, a shelf filled with old books, a desk organized tidily.

"What, you think I have a messy room?" She mutters. "Me and Peter usually do the studying on the floor but if you're allergic to that, my desk will do but it's small so I don't know what you prefer."

You gaze at her, "Floor then. So, if my allergies act up and I die, it's your fault." You plop gracefully down at her floor, your back pressed tightly on the side of her bed. 

She stood awkwardly in front of you, "Um, do you want something to drink?"

"No, let's start with physics." Wanda sighs tiredly, sitting cross-legged beside you as she leans into the notes you had written. 

Time steadily passes by with you explaining the different formulas used in physics. Wanda quietly listens to your voice, the hardness of it, the tinge of sassiness that eased her to lean in closer in hopes to hear it loudly. 

She snapped herself awake when you glared at her. She repressed a smile at the endearing sight you have given her. 

"I am really impressed, you and Peter are a year younger than me and yet, you both know these lessons being taught to seniors." Wanda comments, her eyes downcasted to the notebook she situated on her lap.

"That's called studying." You replied, crossing your legs comfortably. Wanda's eyes flickers on your movements, lingering on the foot being tucked under your thigh. 

"Is your foot okay?" She suddenly questions, eyes still focused on the problem you had invented for her to solve. 

You froze at her words, darting your vision out of her form, you bit your cheek too harshly, "Yes." 

Then you suddenly blurted the words, "I'm sorry." 

Wanda's eyes focuses on you, her knees straightened out as she lets down her pen beside her thighs. "What for?" 

"For being an asshole, the words I lashed out were," you grimace, "Bad and I'm being a prick."

"It's fine," She draws out the words like she's contemplating at the next combination of syllables she's about to make, "I– nevermind. It's okay." 

She smiles. 

You nod at her, your sights focused on the clutter of notebooks and books in front of you. The all too familiar boots sits steadily on the side of her cabinet, your brows furrowed as your eye stayed on the object. 

"Just so you know, I appreciate it deeply," your voice wavers, you tried to glance at her but your eyes stayed frozen on the ground.

Wanda clears her throat, gaining your attention back to her, she tilts her head, "Uh– you're welcome?"

"The boots, I mean. And for looking for me, even though we're not that even close. I deeply apologize again, I know not everyone wants to get into my pants." 

Wanda's lips twitches in a wide grin, "Apology accepted, no need to feel bad about it."

And then for the first time, you looked fully right at her face. The greenest shade of green pools at her eyes, the usual blackened make-up she wore daily is nowhere to be seen, giving you the barest face of a Wanda Maximoff. She's pretty. And that made you snapped out of your thoughts. 

Furrowing, you forced a smile, "Great! You got the hang of physics. Good job, by the way,"

Wanda's ears colored, she nods wildly. 

"But I have to go, Peter can continue where we left off. I can't really stay late."

"Let me drive you–" Wanda quickly gets on her feet, her eyes darting everywhere as she looks for her shoes tucked in the corner of her room.

"It's fine!" you quickly replied, shoving whatever your hands could get as fast as you can. Finally finished the task, you quickly walk towards her door, a frantic Wanda trailing behind you as she stumbles into the side of her door.

"Shit, fuc— Y/N, hey!" you look back to gaze at her. Wanda heaves out, "Will it be too much to ask you to tutor me instead?"

Your brows furrowed, "In your dreams, Maximoff." 

That was weird. Everything is weird after that with Wanda or maybe it's just you and your strange erupting feeling for the older girl. This can't be happening, you told yourself that a hundred times. 

"Y/N, I got you something. It's for tutoring Wanda." Peter's distracted voice as he rummages at his backpack made you raised an eyebrow at the boy.

"And you thought of giving me a gift a week after that?"

Peter sighs, "Hey, I have to think thoroughly about what I give you. You are one hell of a picker," he pushes off a small box across the table, a grin plastered on his face.

"What is this?"

"It's a bracelet," you could practically feel the bouncing of his knees, "Open it, Wanda made it."

That made you snap your head at him, your eyes pierced. Peter backtracks at your stare, his eyes darting anywhere as he tries to make up of your indescribable expression.

"Wanda made it? Why would she?"

"Well, she kind of the one suggested it along with some of my inputs," the whisper tone the boy used made you glare at him, he sputters, "Okay, okay! she was the one who suggested it, you know. Asked me if i have given you something for tutoring her, and I was like we never give each other gifts for doing favors and then she was defending it like—"

"You can stop now, your voice is getting an octave higher the seconds passes by." you monotonely said, the calculated calmness your voice emits contradicts the hard thump your heart made over Peter's words. 

Why is she making this confusing for you?

What are you even confused about?

"Y/N, I didn't know you volunteered for the student council," the familiar low tone of a voice made you freeze, your posture straightened at the sudden presence of Wanda Maximoff.

The banners you are currently holding crumpled helplessly under your grasp, placing a practiced emotionless face, you turned around to face her, "I should be the one saying that. Since when are you a volunteer here?" 

Wanda's grin widens at seeing your face fully, the corners of her eyes crinkled, "Since now." and a bashful smile comes next, "Do you need help with the banners? I'll help you." 

Before you could protest, she's already leaning towards you, taking the crumpled banners out of your hand as you felt the delicate warmth of her fingertips. Wanda's eyes though stopped completely at the sight of a bracelet steadily situated at your wrist, her face turns red as she quickly looks away.

Clearing her throat, she mutters, "Your bracelet looks nice."

Your eyes rolled, "Oh please, you're the one who made it."

Wanda sputters completely, the light redness of her face turns into a shade darker, "Did Peter tell you?"

"Peter always tell. That boy can't hold off his tongue." you turned your back at her, hair whipping everywhere as you crouch to take the pair of scissors laying on the ground. Continuing the task of cutting the banners for the upcoming school festival, you situated yourself at the steps of the stage of your school's gymnasium. 

Students are scattered everywhere, with each assigned tasks, they made the chatters moderate with casual shoutings and errands being asked by the officers. You let Wanda follow you, her presence prickling the side of your body. 

"Aren't you gonna help?"

"I am helping." she says, taking the scissors out of your hand and smiling, "See? helping."

"Look, Wanda. I don't know what your deal is, but you have to stop."

That made the older girl freeze, her green eyes gazing at you, "My deal? I'm just volunteering, Y/N."

"You can volunteer at different places, the gymnasium is big, and aren't you like I don't know, good at bullshiting shit? The Creative committee needed someone to think of something, do that." you yank the scissors back, giving her an eyebrow raised. 

Wanda stayed, a grin making her way into her face as your face fell. 

"Was that a compliment?"

"Please, fuck off."

Fucking off was something Wanda is not good at, in fact, she's allergic to that. You don't know what she wants or what her deal is but she seems to have a way to be with you. Be it with the volunteering excuses, the gymnasium is big and yet she manages to stay right beside you, a scissor in hand as she grins asking for your guidance on what to do with the banners, when you just exasperatedly explained to her how to cut the banners days ago. 

Aside from the volunteering shenanigans, she completely abandons the usual seat she always takes at the back of the room, moving a few seats in front just to sit right beside you. You clutched the ballpen in your hand too hard that day, almost snapping it in half. 

It made your blood boil.

She makes excuses, petty ones, to get close to you. She even told her jock friend to hit her in the face so she could go to the infirmary just to be your patient as you are volunteering at your school's clinic. 

Watching the small swelling at the side of her face as she greets you happily, you only gave her a glare, wishing for her to vanish. But of course, you can't do that. You asked to be a volunteer, you made yourself do this. 

"It hurts here." she says, pointing at her face.

You ignored her, rummaging in the cabinet to take an ointment, your voice drawls out, "Keep your head elevated."

Straightening her posture, Wanda replies, "Yes, ma'am." you can hear the grin in her tone, the tinge of joy swaying at the timbres of her voice. You grasp the ice pack a little too tight. 

Standing in front of her, you leaned down to her sitting posture on the edge of the bed. Faces inches away from each other, you didn't notice the hitch of Wanda's breath as your face came closer. 

She pulls her head back, you glared at her, "What the fuck, I need to see." you gritted. 

Grasping her chin between your thumbs to turn her head and leaned in closer. You're so focused on observing the swelling that you didn't see the gulping of Wanda's throat. 

Wanda prays for the very first time at that moment.

Because the beating of her heart was so loud, she felt it thrumming painfully on her chest as your thumb burns at the skin of her chin, and the breaths you let out made her want to scream. She prays for whoever is above to please don't make the sounds of her beating heart too loud.

It was worth it. Wanda told herself that day, to get hit by a ball at the side of her face, it was all worth it. She finally got your face close to her, she could finally have the image of you leaning closer to her.

It was all worth it.

"Was it all worth it?" Peter asks, his cheeks stuffed with the burger he had brought at the cafeteria.

It was a tuesday. Three days after Wanda pulled that little stunt of visiting you in the clinic. After gently tapping the ointment in her skin and instructing her to place the ice pack directly at her bruised face, Wanda left the premises with a red face and dilated pupils. 

Her mannerisms were strange, and the growing tinge of red from her neck up to her face made you think twice if you should have given her a thermometer rather than an ice pack. Everything is strange about Wanda and your finger can't seem to point at what it is.

"Worth it of what?" you asked, eyes focused on the book you are reading, expertly weaving through the crowded place despite your eyes not on the busy, dangerous hallways of high school. 

"The volunteering. Festival is in a week or two. I heard there will be a dance."

"I don't think there's a dance."

Peter shrugs, "Wanda told me there is a dance so.."

Your head whips so fast, "Why would she know anything about the council's plan for the festival?" 

The boy hides a knowing smirk, seeing his love allergic friend so interested in a girl, "She's in the Creatives committee, did she not inform you?"

That made you frown, "Why would she inform me?"

"Well, I don't know. Every time my head turns she's always lurking close to you, it's weird she's not here."

It is weird. 

But you pay no attention to it. Wanda Maximoff's sudden absence in your surroundings shouldn't take up a space in your mind but it did and it made you angry how a delinquent girl made you waste an ounce of energy thinking about her weird disappearance. 

It was not even a long disappearance, because an hour after the walk with Peter in the hallways, Wanda peaks her head at the door of your assigned classroom for a certain club meeting. Taking long strides as she clutches her bag too tightly, Wanda nervously sits beside you. 

Ignoring her taunting presence completely, you heard her clearing her throat as she tapped your hand gently. Furrowing, your eyes follow the movement of her hand. 

Wanda glides a single rose onto your desk, the hard nibbling of her bottom lip made her taste some coppery taste of her blood.

"What is this?" you ask.

"A rose." 

Your eyes rolled, pushing the rose away. Wanda's face fell, scrambling to explain her action well, she took a hold of your hand, "I'm asking you for the festival dance."

Your eyes lingered on her hand, she noticed your gaze. Yanking her hand away from your warm ones, Wanda gives out a nervous smile, "Will you go with me to the dance?"

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to." she quickly answers.

The scrapping of the chair onto the ground resonates throughout the room. Without a second thought, you stood up. Your face is cold, "No." 

"Y/N, I like y–"

Not taking a single care about the meeting that is about to begin and the whiplashing words of Wanda's, you have found yourself walking away. 

This is what you have hated. Gestures of love, intimate touches, stares, the blunt efforts to be with you. How can you be so blind to her advances? You should have avoided it earlier than you have noticed and yet you let her, because somewhere along the deep hate you have for romance and love– Wanda made you rethink your perception about what you have ground yourself into. 

That love is not real and it will never be.

And you are fuming every minute her face flashes right at your mind. The perfect fall of her face as you have muttered the single word no. That one word seems like the only key to shatter one's world, especially Wanda's.

After her failed confession that you have clearly heard despite it being rushed and expontenous, you have avoided her at all cost. Getting a glance at a leather jacket? Turn around and move. Receiving a sudden whiff of vanilla scented perfume? Go to the other side of the campus. Easy as that. 

No, scratch that. 

If it was easy, why are you being cornered by a girl with a leather jacket and an all too familiar vanilla scent?

"Why are you avoiding me?" Wanda's pleading voice made you peer up into her glazing eyes.

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Bullshit. You are avoiding me."

You smiled, "Good job, seems like you got the gist of it then," your hand reaches onto her shoulders to push her away but she stayed planted, leaning even more so closer to your furrowed face. 

"Y/N, you don't have to avoid me just because you rejected me to be my date on the dance. I take rejections very well." she says, her eyes searching for something in your cold ones. 

"Well, I don't," you said, your voice hardening at every word that is about to be said, "I don't like associating myself with people who want to get into my pants."

"Y/N, I told you. I am not–"

"Especially you." 

With that, Wanda lets her hands fall slack into her sides, letting you have the chance to finally escape and run away once again. 

Your back turns, finally about to walk away when a grip latches into your wrist, spinning you around. And in a blur of a moment, Wanda's soft lips crashes into yours. Your thoughts plays a continuous blaring sounds, an alarm is everywhere in your mind. 

Maybe it was the panic of what is happening or a defense mechanism on your part or maybe just your desire but you have kissed Wanda back. Your lips fitting perfectly at hers, dancing a delicate sway as Wanda sighs and forces herself to bite back whatever whimper is about to let out of her mouth. The feel of your lips, the taste of it, you kissing her back. It was all too real for Wanda.

When your back touches the wall with how Wanda's weight is leaning into you closer and closer, you snap back. Shoving her away instantly, your face glowered in shame.

"You take rejections very well yet you forced yourself on me." your voice betrays you as it wavers significantly.

Wanda catches her breath, the hazy look surrounds her features, her eyes are dazed as she tries to understand what you are saying.

"You kissed me back." she declares, eyes unfocused.

"I was in the heat of the moment, it does not mean anything to m–"

"You kissed me back."

Your mouth tight shut, chest heaving, your eyes focused on Wanda's piercing ones. She's looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, she blinks, trying to calm her wild beating heart. 

You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be kissing people and have your heart beat crazily for them. 

"It was a mis–"

"Please, don't say that," Wanda pleaded, her eyes searching desperately in your hardened ones. "Don't say that. I will cry right here in front of you. Don't you dare say that, Y/N." 

"What? You want me to lie? Is that what you want?" your voice holds icy-cold, Wanda's eyes fall at your words.

You take in her silence as a sign that she has finally given up, clutching the sudden opportunity to flee away from her. Your back turns once again, without looking back, your steps are brisk as you walk away, not without hearing the sounds of approaching steps. 

Sighing as your eyes fell upon Wanda's firm stance in front of you. She blocks your opportunity to run away. 

"Y/N, I will treat you right. Just give me a chance."

"Why are you this desperate?"

Wanda staggers at your words, "Why are you a coward?"

That made you snap your eyes at her, your usual glare finally appearing in your face, "Coward?"

"Yes!" she exasperatedly shouts, her brows are furrowing so deeply, you want to reach out and soothe it completely but your mind holds you back tightly. "You fear love, you are a coward. Love will not kill you, Y/N. I can show you, let me show you." 

With brave steps, Wanda reaches out and clasp your hands into hers, she eyes you, pleading for you to see her fully, "I am not like them. I really like you, let me show you how serious I am, please. Just give me a chance if you feel like I'm not genuine enough then we can stop. Just give me a chance."

You took in her words, you followed it. You watched her fully, staring at her sincere eyes, the heavy movements of her chest as she desperately tried to hold your stare. Her blazing eyes as it plays dangerously in the borders of crying or brawling out, you took her image thoroughly. 

Then you succumb fully at her request. 

To give her a chance.

You hide behind the reason of knowing she will never give up unless you give in, when in reality you wanted to test out if she's real, you badly want her to show you that you are wrong. That love is real and that you can experience it with her. 

You didn’t say yes but you didn’t say no either, you just say, “I don’t do chances.”

Wanda, the ever-loving witty Wanda didn’t argue, she just smiled, chest heaving out, the corners of her mouth tugging, soft and small, like she won something.

"Here," Wanda softly mutters, sliding in a tray full of all too familiar food.

You gaze at her, eyebrows raising in a mix of surprise and suspicion, but mainly suspicion, “What, you decided to poison me now after your love confe—” the words died down as the scent hits you fast before the sight does. 

A soft delicious aroma fills in one of your senses, it rises into the air and fills in right at your stomach. Buttery, savory, a touch of rosemary, and the growling of betrayal from your stomach. This is just a day after the kiss happened, after you begrudgingly accepted her proposal of giving her a chance. You didn't know giving Wanda a chance would mean having your own chef.

You're not complaining though as the scent does not disappoint as well as the sight. On the tray sits a plate of creamy mashed potato beside it is a plate of garlic butter chicken, its color shines golden brown which reminds you of the sun setting in, the edges crispsed just right, and you just know the flavors will melt right at your tongue. 

Then a question surfaces, “You cooked this at the school cafeteria?”

Wanda’s eyes shines in mischief, she shrugs, “I have my ways.”

“Tell me.” it's an order.

Wanda could never ignore an order, “Well, I cooked it at home and asked to reheat it at the cafeteria and make it visually attractive for you to see and of course eat.” she sheepishly muttered.

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

You stare at the tray for too long, Wanda’s eyes gazes at you heavily, and with a sigh your hand picks up the fork, “This doesn't mean anything.”

“I didn’t say it did.”

Your hand hovers above the food, hesitating, and after a while you give in. The first bite is warm and smooth right at your tongue, the taste is just like what you imagined upon seeing the food, its grounding in a way that makes you feel too exposed. It’s more than a food, it's a food cooked by Wanda, it's intentional. 

You chew slowly, pretending not to feel and swallowing what would taste like love. 

“We need rules.”

Wanda tilts her head, “Rules? Shoot.”

“If we are… whatever this—” your hand points between your chest and hers “—is now, there needs to be a rule.”

Wanda raises an eyebrow, her face surrounds seriousness, feigning seriousness, “That’s easy, lay them on me. I solemnly swear to try and almost abide all rules and laws that would satisfy the girl of my dreams.”

Your eyes narrowed, “I’m serious.”

Wanda straightens her posture and holds up her two fingers adorned with rings like she is being sworn into court, “Scout’s honor.” 

You cleared your throat, eyes narrowed at her figure as you say, “No talking about the future.”

Wanda nods thoughtfully, “No talking witchcraft futures, just the chaos of the present. Got it.”

You ignored her, “No pet names, that thing makes me want to run.”

She hums, “So, no more “sweetheart” or “babycakes”? maybe we can change that rule—”

Your eyes answers with a glare.

She gave out a wide smile, hands up in a surrendering manner, “Okay okay. No pet names, not even ironically.”

“And no touching me unless I touch you first.”

You saw something shift on Wanda, not disappointment, maybe a tinge of it, but something purely a clench of restraint. You saw how her eyes drop down to your hands and back right on your face. 

“That’s gonna be torture, swee–” a look was given, she clears her throat. “That's gonna be torture, but fine. Your body, your rules. But it is kind of unfair if I may say.”

Your eyes roll as your mouth forms a disapproving sound, “What now?”

“You can touch me but I can’t touch you. How will I make sure you’re not bending the rules to your advantage?” Wanda tilts her head, the corners of her corner twitches at the sight of your increasing tinge of red cheeks.

“Fine. Before touching, ask first.” 

“Can I hold your hand?”

“No.”

The words stop and quiet stills in between you and Wanda. As the silence places itself comfortably in your surroundings, you continue to chew, thinking, and hating how warm the food makes you feel. 

“And don’t fall in love with me,” you say before you can stop yourself.

“I think it’s too late for that.”

You don’t respond.

You just eat.

The hallway is loud in late-afternoon, after classes kind of way, students loud gossiping, their chats ringing in and out of your ears, the lockers slamming as well as the books being hit off the metallic lockers, sneakers squeaking on the floor, someone’s playlist leaking too loud out of their headphones. You weave through it all, face pasted down a book, like a soldier at ease weaving through all the landmines. 

You haven’t seen Wanda all day.

Well— you have seen her. Just flashes of her actually, first, she was there early in the morning outside your home. 

“I’m driving you to school.” that’s what she planned out.

“Do you even have a license?” you retort, already walking away.

She jumps, pushes herself away from her car as she staggers to catch up to your quick footsteps, “I do, I have license.”

“Congratulations.” you said as you stepped foot at the bus, giving her a wave.

Second, you saw her waiting for you to finish your biology class. You walk towards her, eyes narrowed as you see how she’s practically bouncing on her steps.

When her eyes met yours, she gave you a wide smile that made your heart a tiny stumble. 

“I will be busy with the creative committee, I don’t think I can eat lunch with you.” she apologetically stated, then she handed out a paper bag, “Here, your lunch.”

“I have lunch.”

“Of course you have,” she waves the paper bag, “—lunch?”

So, you did seen her, well– that was the last you have seen her, at around nine-thirty eight in the morning, not that you’re noting the time of your last conversation but you have seen the flashes of her leather jacket in the committee’s office, her laughter echoing as you walk by it, and the glimpse of her hair catching the sunlight in a way that makes your stomach feel stupid.

When did this started again?

Oh, you know very well. It started with the lunches.

Each day, as sure as the sun rises, there’s a lunchbox waiting or a tray full of food being shoved right at your face. The food is always consistently your favorite food, and everyday you don’t know how she knows. Sometimes it’s leftovers Wanda prepared at home, and when it’s not lunch she gives you something store bought, sometimes a snack with a juicebox, or a sandwich which you have taken note of the intricately sliced diagonal line and a sticky note which reads something stupid like: “Eat or perish, your choice.”

You never asked for them, she just never makes a big deal of giving them. She simply leaves them on your usual spot at the library or hands them to you quietly, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

And then there are the rides.

She begins appearing in front of your house ten minutes before your alarm goes off. No pressure, no warning, she’s just standing next to her beat-up car with headphones on, arms crossed like she's not in a hurry at all. 

She never questions why you're always ready, even though you pretend otherwise, with eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised.

And after school, she waits. Keys spinning in her fingers, window rolled down.

"Need a ride?"

Every time.

During breaks, she escorts you to class.

That’s where you learned she’s a talker, asking “How was Mr. Finch?” and giving a side comment of, “He’s giving constipated scarecrow energy.” or yapping the most randomest topic you could ever encounter, “Who decided ghost can walk through walls but can’t fall through the floor? Who decided which solid is solid?” 

You nod, hummed, shrug, not in that order, but that mixture of replies was what you have given Wanda throughout her ted talk sessions.

You find her once during one of your volunteer hours at the animal shelter. She's sitting on the curb, de-linting her fishnets, her brown hair sitting prettily with her usual ponytail, you could see the structure of the bridge of her nose, the sunset’s orange hue cascading down her frame magnificently.

You blink, "What are you doing here?"

She shrugs, "Didn't want you to be alone with a hundred cats."

"You're allergic.”

She shrugs once more, a hint of smile playing at her lips, "Worth it."

You feign not to smile and she smirks like she knows you did.

Even when you're quiet, she's there, even when you're freezing, she stays and even when you attempt to keep your walls up and your emotions in check, she's always appearing like loving you isn't something she fears, like loving you is a choice she made and intends to continue making, firmly, both feet planted on the ground.

It doesn't make you any less scared, it just makes it more and more difficult to turn away.

You’re rounding up the science wing when Peter falls into a step beside you like he’s been waiting all day to catch a conversation with you.

“Sooo..” He draws out, dragging the word as he pops a chip, “I heard you and Wanda are, like.. a thing or I dunno… A thing now.”

Your steps didn’t stop, you just gave him a look.

“Where’d you hear that?”

Peter grins in a way that annoys you, he elbows you gently, “....From Wanda.”

That slows you down. He notices it,  "She didn't quite say it, but she smiled after someone asked. Which is effectively an admission of some sort."

“She’s impossible,” you mumble.

Peter chuckles, “Sounds like love to me.”

You groan, “Sounds like hell.”

He taps you the chips he’s lovingly eating like a peace offering, “Same thing sometimes.”

“Are you really together?” He asks once again.

You groan, “Peter.”

“What? She brings you lunch every day. That's, like, marriage in cafeteria terms.” 

Your voice stilled, mind racing with no words to say. What are you supposed to feel about that? Being with Wanda these days feels nice, hell, it feels nicer than you ever felt in your entire life, but at the back of your mind, in the deeper innermost corner of your mind, a looming black shadow taunts you on what you feel, on this new profound happiness you feel with her.

Peter notices it, he empties the last of his chips, squashing the bag with a sharp crackle and then shooting it into the bin with a neat flick.

"You should go talk to her," he advises, rubbing his hands together. "She seemed kinda. I don't know. Hopeful today."

You push your hoodie sleeves up over your hands, fingers folding into the fabric. "She shouldn't be."

Peter turns his head, scowling. "Dude."

You don't look at him. "I didn't request her to bring me a meal every day. I didn't request her to stand outside my class or drive me home or take care of me."

Peter's stride slows. "Yeah," he says, softer now, "but you didn't tell her to stop either."

You don't say anything. Your fingers brush against your palms, nails hitting, gliding through the outermost layer of your skin.

"I'm just saying," he goes on, his tone softer now, "you keep doing this thing like she bulldozed her way in, like this wasn't something you allowed to happen."

You press your lips together. The hallway is silent, the muffled murmur of classrooms mixing with the buzz of ancient lights above is now dwindling down.

"You're gonna lose her."

That's the last he says before cutting off into the stairwell, his words lingering behind like a shadow that sticks with you.

You exhale, poised to shrug it off and make the turn towards your locker—when you freeze.

Wanda's standing there. Wanda.

She's standing a few feet in front, around the corner, half-concealed behind a trophy case. Her arms are crossed tightly, jaw set hard, eyes darker than normal. Her hair's a bit disheveled like she's just been running a hand through it, and there's a shake in her fingers that she's trying hard to suppress. And a thought passes by your mind, you badly want to hold her shaking hands.

She heard.

She heard it all.

When she spoke, the timbres of her voice was not the usual tone she always uses at you, her voice is level, too level and it slices like ice.

"You didn't ask me to care, huh?"

Your stomach falls, "Wanda—"

She takes one step forward. "It's okay. I understand now. Thanks for reminding me."

"No, that's not—"

"Don't," she cuts in, harder now, halting you in mid-sentence, "Don't do the thing where you act like this meant nothing to you."

You shake your head. "That's not fair—

"What's not fair is how I've been appearing day in and day out like a fool, like I'm needed," she bites. "Taking you lunch, standing by after class, driving you home—hoping, always hoping and you just stand there and pretend it's a bother."

Her voice cracks a little, and it hollows you out completely. 

"You think I didn't see the way you pause when people notice us? Like I'm a rumor you don't want to confirm?"

Your voice bursts out before you can catch yourself, "Because I don't know what this is!"

Wanda gazes at you as if she can't believe you've just spoken and then you utter it, the thing that kills what's left between you and her.

"I never asked for this."

The quiet that follows stings the both of you.

She laughs once, an empty sound. "God. You really don't get it."

"Wanda—"

“No," she says, voice shaking now, hanging together by threads. "You didn't ask but you let me in. You let me fall in love with you and the worst of it?" she blinks rapidly, jaw clenching. "I'd do it all over again. All of it. Even today, if you'd just try."

You open your mouth but no words come out.

"But I'm done begging someone to notice me when I've already given them everything.

She spins, disappearing in swift, purposeful strides. You saw how the sway of her hair disappearing before your eyes or how a paper bag is tossed right where she stands. A lump forms right at your throat as you let her walk away, kneeling to grasp the all too paper bag, clutching the remnants of what could've been or what should’ve been.

Then the hallway is a thousand miles long, filled with the echo of everything you may have just lost.

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The gymnasium reeks of hairspray and the mixture of different perfumes.

There's glitter stuck in the creases of the basketball court, the sort that sticks stubbornly to every surface like memories that refuse to be let go. String lights hang from the ceiling like vines of imprisoned starlight, and plastic stars hang in crooked rows, catching the stray gleam like they're effortfully attempting to be constellations. The disco ball makes slow, hypnotic revolutions, sending slivers of silver light onto the walls, floor, faces of too-hungry teenagers hugging one another in a painfully awkward slow dances.

The music being played is something soft and old-fashioned— you know this song, the all too familiar strumming of the guitar as the first words kiss me plays out. It’s a song that's a bit too mushy, the sort that swells at the exact moment someone makes some grandly romantic move in an older VHS film.

You never intended to attend the dance.

Not after the fight, not after the words you spoke that you didn't mean, or possibly did, at the time, because you were frightened and in pain and didn't know how to say any of it correctly.

Standing just inside the door, the buzzing gym lights overhead, pulse racing in your chest as if it's ticking down to something. You're not wearing like anybody else here, you’re not wearing something grand like them. It’s just a simple dress you found hidden underneath the pile of clothes you hid in your closet. You adjust your sleeves, standing awkwardly in your half-dress-up attempt at trying. Your gaze skitters around the room, searching for something—someone—and catching only fleeting glimpses of color, motion, and sound.

And then you see her.

Wanda.

She’s standing near the bleachers, half in shadow, half in the light that filters down from the swaying fairy lights above. Her arms are crossed, her head slightly tilted like she’s not sure why she came either. But she’s here and God, she looks like she belongs in every poem you’ve never dared to write.

Her dress is black velvet, hugging soft and respectful to her body, classy but subtle. Off-shoulder sleeves graze the underside of her collarbones, and her skin shines under the golden string lights. Her hair is curled tonight—not flamboyantly, just enough that a few strands frame her face as if they were naturally supposed to fall there. She is heartbreakingly gorgeous. 

She doesn't see you yet. 

So you approach—slow, reluctant, as if each step might send the moment fleeing. The people around you seem to part to make room, or perhaps you're not noticing anything else, just her. The rest of the world blurs into a gentle vignette, the music recedes into the background like a soundtrack created specifically for this moment.

When Wanda finally lifts her gaze, her eyes meet yours and it feels like gravity shifts.

Your breath freezes, her lips part, ever so slightly. Her brows rise in something akin to surprise, or hope, or disbelief.

You linger a few steps back.

"Hey," you whisper, your voice almost drowned out by the music. It's a delicate gesture, a start.

Wanda blinks, as if she's checking to see if this is real. Her speaking voice, when she does, is so soft it barely makes it to you. "You came."

You nod once, fingers jammed into your pockets like they might hold you together. "I wasn't going to."

She regards you warily, her face is not readable. You push on anyway, ignoring the loud thumping of beats in your head and in your chest.

"But I couldn't stop thinking about you."

That's when her arms relax, arms cascading down the sides of her body like the wall she's been pushing against wavers, uncertain.

"I was afraid," you admit with a hammering heart, "–still am. But the thing is— I missed you. I miss the way you make everything seem a little less loud, a little less like the world's too much." you swallow, "Even when I didn't know what to name it. Even when I screwed it all up.”

Wanda gazes down, eyelashes shadowing her cheeks. Her fingers wrap around her elbow as if it's the sole anchor holding her all together.

"You hurt me," she whispers, quiet but keen as a blade.

"I know," you breathe. "And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—God, I didn't mean to. I just–I don't know how to do this but I want to learn, I want to try, with you."

And then nothing.

Wanda doesn't speak.

She merely gazes at you, and the entire world shifts on its side. The music diminishes to a muffled thud in the distance as if someone had cranked down the level on all sounds except your pulse. You swear that the air grows dense.

She's standing so motionless, too motionless, eyes on you but unreadable, lips parted a fraction like perhaps she's going to speak, maybe not. You can't tell, her face is an aggregate of all the emotions she's ever attempted to conceal.

And then she laughs—soft and wheezy and near-disbelieving, her eyes glint with something like exasperation and love.

"You're actually doing this now?" she asks, "Right in the middle of the gym? Like we're starring in some corny '90s high school movie?"

You shrug, smiling with a helpless sort of optimism, "Thought if I was gonna be cheesy, I might as well go rouge with it."

You extend your hand, your fingers slightly shaking, "Dance with me?"

She looks at it, her mouth clenched. You sense the weight of the ask between you—this is it, the turning point, the decision.

And then—slowly, quietly, Wanda eases her fingers into yours.

You pull her close, cautious like she might change her mind, but she doesn't pull away. Her hands find your shoulders, yours rest against her waist. Her touch is warm, familiar. A shock of relief floods your chest.

The music reverbates—something slow and aching, a little dramatic, just enough to feel like a moment you’ll never forget.

You sway, under the spinning haze of the disco ball, under the twinkle of plastic stars and strings, under the crush of all things unspoken, finally having room to breathe.

You move in, your forehead knocking against hers.

"I still don't know what we are," you whisper.

Her lips curve into a smile, "Then let's make it up as we go."

It happens slowly, you see how she moves in and you see how her eyes flicker down your lips, just for a second, and somehow it made the world shift beneath your feet, as if gravity begins to pull in a different direction, and you find yourself leaning towards her.

Her breath is warm and it's the softest collision when both of your lips touched. The kiss is soft, slow, gentle. The kind that makes the air feel sweeter, like the end of a storm, like the start of something better. It’s like the last tugging of a thread you meticulously tied, it unraveled everything, the high walls you build came crumbling down with every second your mouth moves against hers.

There is no one else in the room. It’s just her, Wanda and the moment instilled between the two of you. The string lights fuzz on the edges of your line of perception, and the music is just background, static beneath the beat of your own pounding heart. 

And for the first time, you’re not running.

You’re choosing her.

Again and again and again.

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contains: gender unspecified reader/no pronouns used for reader, but the term ‘good girl’ is used; edging!!!

steve edging you for a week straight because he loves you so much and you look so pretty when your mind breaks!! you sound so good when you’re perched on his lap and letting his fingers lightly swipe at your clit. getting you to the edge and then pulling away, holding you for a moment and praising you for sitting so good for him. and this goes on all week. several times a day. does little checks, inspects your cunt to make sure your clit is still swollen and sensitive.

perhaps he eats you out. all lazy and sloppy but you’re so desperate that it works. even with his lips just barely sucking your clit. he watches you with adoration while you squirm above him. you almost pop his head off with how hard your thighs squeeze around it when he tries to pull away. and he’ll tsk at you and nuzzle his nose against yours and tell you he’s adding a day for that.

he’s doesn’t think he’s ever been hornier in his life than when you call one night in tears because you want to cum so bad. begging him to let you touch yourself, to cum, that you’ll even let him listen to you over the phone. he relents to letting you touch yourself, but insists that you can’t cum. that’s his job, and it’s not fair if he doesn’t get to see his hard work pay off.

your little gasps and moans while you masturbate has his head reeling. he’s fisting his cock to you, licking his lips and clenching his jaw in an attempt to not make any noise. you tell him breathlessly how it feels - how intense it feels, how sensitive your poor clit is.

“not your clit, baby,” he says, voice cracking. pathetic. “that’s mine, alright? finger yourself, let me hear you.”

your cunt is loud while you fuck yourself on your tiny digits. steve swallows hard, telling you you’re such a good girl, to be careful not to cum. you beg him to come over, tearful, more desperate than you’ve ever sounded. and steve wants to go, to come to your aid and get you off, but it’s only been five days and he wants at least eight out of you before he makes you cum your brain out.

“gotta wait, honey.” he sounds like he’s begging now. “stop - stop t-touching yourself - i’ll make you do it all over again if you cum.”

you moan loudly, but the sound of your wet pussy getting fucked stops. steve’s hand doesn’t stop, though. he’s thinking about what you look like. sweating, body glistening, chest rising and falling. pussy on display, legs bent at the knee and spread wide. you don’t even know how much he wants to eat it. his mouth waters while he strokes himself, groaning.

“are you gonna cum?” you whimper.

steve does feel bad. really. but he’s so close, and your needy, pretty voice is really doing it for him.

“i’m sorry,” he moans, “you sound so good, i can’t stop.”

“steve,” you whine. “you’re wasting it.”

he laughs, breathless. “miss me coming in your pretty pussy?”

“so bad,” you breathe. “steve, please, please, know you want it so bad — you might even knock me up — don’t you want that?”

steve gasps. you’re so evil. “keep talking, holy shit.”

“i need you to fuck me, steve — i won’t cum, i promise. just wanna feel your cock and your cum, ‘s so warm and i’m so empty.”

he cums, back arching, a low groan vibrating his chest. you sound pretty out the other end, too, sniffling and moaning pitifully.

“good girl,” he praises, chest heaving.

“steve, it hurts.”

he pities you. really, he does. but he keeps his composure. you can’t always pull the breeding card and expect to get what you want.

he’s just trying to teach you patience.

“keep your legs spread tonight, honey, don’t want you clenching them in your sleep.”

[lvnleah]

Australia | no more secrets.

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24 weeks pregnant | april 3rd 2025

After you hung up on Kyra, you laid in bed and refused to do anything else for that day. It was 6 o’clock for Kyra when you hung up on her and she spent the next few hours trying to get through to you before she went to bed. She rang multiple times and left text after text but you wouldn’t answer anyone. 

Kyra: hayden please pick up 

Kyra: hayden im sorry

Kyra: Hayds please

Kyra: im sorry I fucked up

Texts like that filled your phone screen for the next six hours, eventually they stopped when Kyra texted you to tell you she was sorry once again and this time that she was heading to bed. 

Kyra: im really sorry 

Kyra: i didn’t mean what I said 

Kyra: im heading to bed, please pick up tomorrow hayds 

Kyra: I miss you

You sighed as you watched the final text pop up on your phone screen. It was only 3pm for you and you’d spent the majority of the day drying. You hadn’t woken up until 11am and as much as you wanted to talk to Kyra, her words still stung and hurt you. 

How could she be so careless? You’d tried your hardest to be open and honest with her and she’d just shut down your feelings. The hoodie meant a lot to you but Kyra meant even more. 

You spent the rest of your day moping around, replying to the odd text from Beth here and there before scoffing your face with ice cream. Lotte had tried her hardest to convince you to come out with her for coffee but you refused, too sad to even think about leaving the comfort of your bed.  

It was around 10pm when Kyra’s texts started again, it was 7am for her and it was clear you were the first thing on her mind when she woke up. You put your phone in do not disturb and continue watching Netflix on your laptop. 

Your mind drifted away for the next few hours and before you knew it, it was 1am and texts were still flooding through. You stared at the screen for what felt like forever. Another message from Kyra had just come through:

Kyra: I know I messed up. I just want to fix it. Please, Hayds.

You let out a shaky breath, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes. Your heart ached. You and Kyra weren’t even dating. You were just friends, close friends, but the way she’d brushed you off had cut deeper than you wanted to admit.

Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the loneliness. Maybe it was the fact that you were 24 weeks pregnant and needed someone, needed her, and she had no idea how much she meant to you, even as a friend.

So at 1am, after hours of avoiding her texts and replaying the conversation over and over again in your head, you opened your laptop and booked a flight.

To Sydney.

At 11am.

You stared at the confirmation email like it might vanish if you blinked too hard.

The flight was insane. You knew that. But staying here, alone and aching, felt worse. You didn’t want to yell at her over the phone anymore. You wanted her to see you. To hear you properly. To understand. Even if you weren’t dating, even if she never saw you as anything more than her mate who cried too easily, you still deserved more than “bro” and “it’s just fabric.”

You closed your laptop slowly and packed in a daze, grabbing the essentials: loose clothes, some toiletries, a blanket for the plane, and your prenatal stuff. You left a text for Beth, texted Lotte to cancel your plans, and curled up for a few hours of sleep, setting an alarm for 7am.

When your alarm buzzed, you felt like a zombie, but the decision didn’t feel crazy anymore. Just necessary.

By 8am, you were in the car to Heathrow. By 10am, you were through security.

And by 11:00, you were boarding.

You hadn’t told Kyra or Steph. 

You didn’t want Steph to talk you out of it.

You just needed to see Kyra and spend a few days with her in Sydney. 

Was it crazy getting on a 7 hour flight to Dubai then a 14 hour flight to Sydney? Yes. Was it going to be worth it? Yes. Was you probably gonna be absolutely wrecked for the next week with jet lag? Also yes. 

Most people would call you crazy for travelling to Sydney at 24 weeks pregnant but you didn’t care. As you sat waiting to board the flight, you felt your baby girl kick against your palm. 

You rubbed the spot gently, whispering, “We’re gonna be okay. We just need to see her, yeah?”

Your voice trembled a little, but you meant it. This wasn’t about logic or being sensible anymore. It was about feeling better. You didn’t know what would happen when you landed in Sydney. You didn’t know how Kyra would react to seeing you at her door but you knew you had to see her.

The flight was long. Long and brutal.

You slept in spurts, curled into yourself as much as your small bump allowed. You binged tv shows and movies, did a bit of colouring and slept even more. 

After 7 hours, you finally landed in Dubai at 8pm. Your flight to Sydney wasn’t until 10am the next morning so you checked yourself into the hotel and got a few hours of sleep. Your alarm woke you up at 7am and before you knew it you were on the flight to Sydney. 

By the time you stepped off the plane in Sydney, it was 9pm and Kyra was playing her match. Your legs were heavy, your back ached, and the timezone shift made your brain feel like it was full of cotton. 

You turned your phone off airplane mode and waited, watching the signal bars flicker to life. Notifications exploded across the screen. There were texts from Beth, from Lotte, a missed call from Leah. And of course, more messages from Kyra.

Kyra: Still haven’t heard from you. Starting to get really worried now.

Beth: have you actually gone to Sydney??

Leah: please don’t tell me Beth’s right

Beth: you’re down sooo bad, Hayden

Kyra: Can you just let me know you’re okay, Hayds? Please.

Kyra: I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.

Kyra: I miss you. I miss you so much.

Kyra: Please just call me. Or text. Anything. I don’t care if you’re still mad. I just need to know you’re alright.

You didn’t reply. 

Instead, you grabbed your bag, pulled your hoodie over your bump, and walked through the terminal toward the arrivals area. You grabbed a taxi and within fifteen minutes you arrived at Kyra’s hotel. 

You took a deep breath as you stood in front of the reception desk, palms clammy and stomach twisting. Although you couldn’t tell if that was the baby or what. You had no idea what you were about to say, but it was going to have to be good.

The receptionist glanced up at you, eyes flicking from your tired, worn-out appearance. She gave you a bit of a judgemental look but you just politely smiled back. 

“Hi,” you started, voice unsteady. “I’m here to see my wife, Kyra Cooney-Cross. She’s staying here, and I—well, I need to see her. It’s really important.”

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

“Your wife?” she asked, glancing at you with a hint of disbelief. “Ma’am, if you’re some fan then—”

You nodded, trying to seem calm despite the thunderstorm brewing in your chest. “I’m not. Kyra and I got married last year, just before the season began. It was a small thing. We’re just… not public about it. You know how it is when you’re both in the public eye. I play for Arsenal too, that’s how we met.”

You gave her a small, pleading smile, praying that the sincerity in your eyes was enough to sell the story.

“I tried to reach her on her phone, but I think it’s off already because she’s playing her match. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see me, but I just… I really need to be with her right now. Please.”

The receptionist hesitated, clearly not sure whether she should believe you. She had every right not to, you sounded like a crazy fan. You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice as you glanced around the lobby, making sure no one was paying attention.

“I’m pregnant with our first child,” you said softly. “I’m really emotional, and I’ve been traveling for ages. I just need to get into her room. I’ve been trying to get through to her for hours. Please.”

There was a long pause as the receptionist looked you up and down, still uncertain. You caught her gaze briefly and offered a small smile.

“Please,” you whispered again, this time your voice breaking just enough to pull at her heartstrings.

Still, the woman didn’t move, her eyes narrowing just slightly. Desperate now, you swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper.

“My mum was in an accident,” you added, eyes stinging as you forced yourself to look stricken. “It’s not looking good, I’m probably going to loose her. Kyra doesn’t know and–and I need to be the one to tell her when she gets back.”

That did it. The receptionist’s face shifted immediately, a flicker of sympathy softening her expression. She looked you over one last time, then sighed, pressing a few buttons on the computer. 

“Room 1403,” she said quietly, sliding the key card across the counter. “But if anyone asks, you didn’t get this from me.”

You took the card without a word, your hand trembling as you pocketed it, a wave of relief washing over you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice cracking before you made your way to the elevator. 

You had no idea how Kyra would react to seeing you here, let alone how you’d explain the lie and how you got into her room. But that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was getting to her, telling her how much you needed her, and maybe, just maybe, she’d understand why you went this far.

As soon as you closed the hotel door behind you, you let out a shaky breath, not believing you’d actually gotten away with the lie to reception. Your mind raced as you set your bag down by the bed and started unpacking, methodically taking out your things. 

You moved in a daze, mind still caught up in the mess you’d made, but the plan was clear now. You had to be there when Kyra got back. You couldn’t turn back now. You finished unpacking, then grabbed a towel, heading straight for the shower. 

The warm water soothed your aching body as you scrubbed the travel grime away, trying to clear your mind. Every minute that passed made you more nervous. You had no idea how Kyra would react when she realized you were here, or what kind of mess you were walking into, but you were committed now.

You were halfway through your shower when Kyra got back, you didn’t hear her though. The sound of the shower being on made her stop in her tracks, she listened for a little bit before immediately leaving her room and heading to Steph’s. 

“Steph!” Kyra yelled, banging on her door, “Steph help! Someone’s in my room.”

“Kyra, what the fuck.” Steph said opening the door, “I’m sure no one’s in your room, you’re being dramatic…”

Kyra shook her head, “No, Steph, I swear! Someone’s in there. The shower’s on. I came in and the lights were on but the bathroom door’s shut and I heard it. I didn’t leave it like that, I swear.”

Steph rubbed her face, clearly exhausted and not in the mood. “Are you sure you didn’t just—?”

“I turned everything off and locked the door when I left!” Kyra cut in. “And none of my stuff’s moved except the bathroom. Please. Just come with me.”

Steph sighed, grabbed her keycard, and muttered something about dramatic twenty-somethings with overactive imaginations. But she followed Kyra down the hall anyway. When they reached Kyra’s room again, she hesitated. Her keycard hovered in front of the door for a second before she swiped it.

“I’m not crazy,” she whispered.

The lock clicked. The door swung open. The sound of the shower was loud, unmistakable now.

Steph blinked, eyes narrowing, instantly more alert. “Okay, yeah… that’s weird.”

Kyra’s heart pounded in her chest as she stepped inside. Her gaze darted to her suitcase, which was unzipped. Clothes were folded on the bed.

“What the—?” she breathed.

And a moment later, the bathroom door opened and you stepped out, in Kyra’s pjs, your hair damp and your bump popping out a tiny bit beneath it.

Kyra froze.

Steph’s jaw actually dropped.

Your eyes landed on Kyra, then flicked to Steph, and you looked like you might cry again.

“Hey,” you said, voice small. “Sorry. I—uh used your pjs and the last of your toothpaste, you’re gonna need some more…”

Silence.

Kyra just stared. Her brain couldn’t catch up. You were here. You were actually here. Pregnant. Tired. In her pjs and standing in her hotel room like a scene from a dream.

“I thought Beth was joking when she said that you hopped on a flight!” Was the first thing Steph said. 

“Wha…huh” Kyra stuttered, “You’re…you’re supposed to be in England? I…”

“I came here to talk to you about what happened…” you said, “I, um, it was a last minute thing.”

“Oh…um,” Kyra said, “That’s…cool.”

“You’re crazy,” Steph started to lecture you, folding her arms across her chest with that big-sister energy she did so well. “Actually insane. You’re twenty-four weeks pregnant, Hayden! You flew across the damn world!”

“I know,” you mumbled, shifting slightly on your feet. “I didn’t know what else to do. She weren’t listening and I didn’t want to fight anymore.”

Steph shook her head, but the corners of her mouth twitched, softening her tone. “Jesus. I’m gonna go. You two clearly need to… I dunno. Talk. Cry. Hug. Kiss. Whatever it is you’re doing.”

She pointed a finger at Kyra before heading toward the door. “If she passes out or goes into labour because of you, you’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“Just keep it pg…” Steph sighed, “Some of us want to sleep tonight.”

The door clicked shut behind Steph, and the silence that followed was heavy. You stood there awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other, fiddling with the sleeve of Kyra’s oversized pajama top. The air between you was thick, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

Kyra still hadn’t moved. She just stared, looking around and avoiding your gaze. 

Silence settled over the room like a thick fog. You stood there awkwardly, your damp hair dripping slowly onto the front of her oversized pajama shirt. Kyra hadn’t moved from where she stood, still frozen in place.

You shifted on your feet, your arms hugging around your middle, trying to protect your bump like it could somehow protect your heart too.

“I–I umm…I know I should’ve called,” you said quietly, voice cracking just a little. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. And umm…I don’t want to fight. I just want to talk.”

Kyra opened her mouth and then shut it again, like she couldn’t quite figure out how to start. Eventually, she walked further into the room, rubbing the back of her neck.

“I—” she started, voice rough. “Hayds, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear. I–I was being stupid. I thought I was making a joke and I just… wasn’t thinking. About what that hoodie meant to you. About what you needed.”

You nodded slowly, “I know. I just… I wanted you to understand. I was trying to tell you something important and you just laughed it off. It made me feel like I didn’t matter.”

Kyra’s face crumpled a little at that, her shoulders sagging. “You do matter. You matter so fucking much. I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said any of that. I’ve been missing you like mad and I just—when you hung up, I panicked. I thought I’d really lost you.”

You looked at her, heart aching, “I’m just all over the place with my hormones…It’s rough.”

“I get that,” Kyra nodded, “Well I don’t…but I really want to try and understand. I just want to be there for you. I’ve missed you a lot.”

She opened her arms, just slightly, you stepped into them without hesitation.

And then you cried.

Not loud, not messy. Just soft, quiet sobs against her shoulder while her arms wrapped around you like they were meant to be there. She held you tighter than she ever had before, her cheek pressed to the top of your damp head.

“I–I missed you too,” you whispered, voice muffled against her. “So much. I–I didn’t know what to do with myself.”

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” Kyra murmured again, swaying with you just a little like she could rock you into feeling safe again. “I promise I’ll listen better or at least try to.”

You both stood like that for a long time, until your breathing evened out again and your fingers clutched gently at her shirt like you didn’t want to let go.

Eventually, Kyra pulled back just a little, her hand lifting to tuck some damp hair behind your ear.

“Come on,” she said softly, “you need sleep, I ain’t being mean but you look absolutely wrecked and like you need a million cuddles.”

You nodded, letting her guide you toward the bed. You crawled in first, laying carefully on your side. Kyra followed, sliding in behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist, her hand resting instinctively over your bump.

For the first time in days, you felt like you could breathe.

It was quiet again for a little while. Then you felt it, one soft kick beneath Kyra’s palm as she rested it on the lower part of your bump.”

Her hand twitched. “Did she just—?”

You smiled faintly. “She hasn’t stopped moving all day and now she’s saying hi.”

Kyra let out a quiet laugh, full of awe. “Hi, little gremlin.” She said, poking your stomach, “I missed you too.”

Kyra poked your stomach once again, getting another kick in response before stopping, “Wait—how did you get into my room?”

You paused.

Then winced.

And slowly, so slowly, turned your head on the pillow to meet Kyra’s suspicious stare.

“Uhh…” you said, flashing an innocent smile that you knew she’d never fall for. “I can explain?”

Kyra narrowed her eyes immediately, hand still resting on your bump but already poised for drama. “Oh my god, did Hayden Carrick lie her way into my room?”

You groaned and buried your face in the pillow for a second. “Nothing major...”

“That’s not a denial,” Kyra said, clearly fighting a grin now. “What did you tell them? Did you flirt your way into my room? Was there crying? I feel like there was crying.”

You lifted your head and glared at her. “I did not flirt!”

“Did you use the bump?” she asked, poking at it with a ridiculous smirk. “Did you guilt-trip them with your pregnancy hormones? Because if so, I am so proud of you.”

You let out a laugh, despite yourself. “I may have… exaggerated a little. Told them I was your wife. Told them it was an emergency. Played the emotional card.”

Kyra gasped dramatically. “Wife? Damn, you skipped a few steps there, Hayds.”

“I panicked!” you whined. “She thought I was some obsessed fan! I had to make it believable.”

“Oh, and being my emotional, hormonal, distraught wife was the best you could come up with?”

You crossed your arms, scowling. “I should’ve just broken in through the window.”

Kyra snorted. “Please. You can barely walk without getting out of breath, let alone climb through a window.”

You smacked her with the pillow beside you.

“Okay, okay!” she said, laughing and grabbing the pillow before you could hit her again. “Honestly, though… that’s kind of impressive. You committed to the bit. I respect that.”

You flopped back on the bed, grumbling. “You’re such a pest.”

“I prefer smart and charmingly annoying, thank you.”

“Besides,” Kyra added, her voice a little softer now, “I’m kinda glad you’re here.”

You turned your head to look at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She grinned again, “Even if you did steal my PJs, hijack my room, and fake a marriage to get in here.”

And just then before you could reply, your baby kicked again, right beneath Kyra’s palm.

Her eyes widened. “Oi—she’s kicking again!”

“Yeah,” you said, watching her reaction with a small smile. “She’s been showing off since I got on the plane.”

Kyra leaned closer, pressing her hand more firmly against your bump like she could feel every twitch and wriggle. “She’s got good timing. Bit of a drama queen, this one.”

“Wonder who she’s learning that from.”

Kyra looked offended. “Excuse me?!”

You grinned. “Pest.”

“Fake-wife,” she shot back. 

Eventually, the laughter faded into quiet little giggles, your cheeks aching and your body exhausted. Kyra shifted beside you, her hand still gently resting on your bump, fingers tapping out a soft rhythm like she was saying goodnight to the little one.

You let out a sigh and closed your eyes for a second. “What time is it?”

Kyra grabbed her phone from the nightstand and blinked at the screen. “It’s literally twelve-oh-three. You’re officially a crazy person for showing up like this.”

You didn’t even have the energy to argue. “Yeah, well… crazy person needs to sleep before she cries again over a sandwich or a misplaced sock.”

“Fair,” Kyra said, gently tugging the covers up over both of you. “And also kind of adorable. Just saying.”

You mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “shut up” into the pillow, already halfway to asleep.

Kyra smiled to herself, settling in beside you, her arm draped lightly across your waist. You could feel her stillness now, no more teasing, no more poking, just her warm, quiet presence anchoring you in the unfamiliar room.

“Night, fake wifey,” she murmured.

“Night, pest,” you whispered back, the corner of your mouth twitching up.

And just like that, you let your eyes close fully, sleep claiming you within moments, wrapped up in hotel sheets and Kyra’s too-big pajamas. 

The next morning you definitely felt the jet lag. 

Kyra was up early for training, as she slipped out of the bed you woke up from the sudden movement. You mumbled and groaned about being awake before Kyra told you to go back to sleep, which you happily did. 

While she was at training for a few hours, you slept peacefully as you caught up on sleep. By the time she was back, it was almost two o’clock and she’d bought you some lunch back with her. 

You were still in her hoodie, hair a little wild from sleep and your eyes puffy, when Kyra returned. The door opened with a click, and you barely lifted your head from the pillow as she stepped in, bag of food in one hand, training gear slung over her shoulder.

“I come bearing gifts,” she said cheerfully, kicking the door shut behind her.

You grunted in response, not even pretending to sit up. “If it’s not a nap in a box, I don’t want it.”

Kyra grinned, walking over and setting the food on the nightstand. “It’s not. But it’s the sandwich you sobbed over last week, and a chocolate milkshake.”

That got your attention. You slowly pushed yourself upright, groaning like an old woman as you moved. “Oh my god, I love you!”

Kyra raised an eyebrow. “You fake-marry me once and now you’re throwing out the L-word like it’s nothing.”

You threw a pillow at her.

She dodged it with a laugh, then walked over and plopped down next to you, handing you the sandwich and watching with far too much amusement as you unwrapped it like it was the Holy Grail.

“I also got you crisps,” she added, reaching into the bag and tossing the packet beside you.

You glanced at her mid-bite. “Why are you being nice?”

Kyra shrugged. “Just being a good wifey. Gotta make sure you’re fed!”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”

You ate slowly, more out of tiredness than anything, your body heavy and sore. Kyra stayed beside you, scrolling aimlessly on her phone with her knee bumping against yours every few seconds. Every so often, she’d steal a crisp or sip from your drink without asking.

“You’re annoying today,” you muttered as you finished the last bite of your sandwich. “And clingy…”

“Am not,” she said, though she didn’t move.

You gave her a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little. But only because you showed up out of nowhere and I can’t help that I just want to spend some time with my best friend in Sydney.”

You blinked at her, then smirked. “That was a lot of words just to say you missed me.”

Kyra rolled her eyes. “I did not miss you. I missed the baby. She’s way cooler than you already.”

“Oh, I see,” you said, dramatic as ever. “Used for my baby.”

Kyra leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder. “I was used by my fake wife! The betrayal is even.”

You sighed, letting your head rest against hers. “I should probably shower.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Too much effort. Stay here and nap with me again.”

“It’s not even three yet, Ky.”

“Exactly. Prime nap hours.”

You yawned, the travel and interrupted sleep finally catching up to you. “Fine, a quick nap then can we go explore Sydney?”

“Fine but no promises on me not being grumpy when I wake up,” Kyra said, already dragging the covers up around both of you again.

You rolled your eyes but let yourself sink down beside her. Her arm curled loosely around your side again, like it was her new default position, and within minutes, the familiar weight of her breathing started to lull you back to sleep.

The both of you woke up a few hours later, it was almost five o’clock and you took a quick shower before heading into Sydney. You thought the whole fake wife thing was over but then you ran into the receptionist from yesterday. 

“Oh! Mrs Cooney-Cross, how’s your mother doing?” She asked you politely. “Is she doing any better now? I’m so sorry for yesterday, it’s just we have to be super strict when we have teams staying!”

“Oh umm…” You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Panic set in as the receptionist looked between you both with polite concern, clearly waiting for an answer.

Kyra didn’t give you the chance.

“She’s doing a bit better now,” Kyra said smoothly, slipping into the lie like it was second nature. “Still in critical condition, but she’s stable. They think she might be moved out of ICU in the next few days.”

Your head snapped toward her so fast you almost got whiplash.

“Oh, how awful,” the receptionist said softly, hand over her chest. “I’m so sorry you’re going through that. It must be so hard while you’re pregnant!”

“Yeah,” Kyra nodded, placing a gentle hand on your back like the perfect supportive wife. “It’s been really hard, especially with the pregnancy and all the hormones. That’s why she flew out, needed to be with someone familiar, you know? And sort a few things out.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. You were going to kill her.

The receptionist reached out and squeezed your arm gently. “We’re really sorry again for the mix-up yesterday, Mrs Cooney-Cross. If there’s anything we can do for you, don’t hesitate.”

You nodded weakly, mumbling a thanks before practically dragging Kyra away by the elbow as soon as you were out of earshot.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed, rounding on her the moment you turned the corner.

Kyra was already giggling. “What? I just saved you!”

“She’s in critical condition?! Are you serious?!”

“Hey, I didn’t say dead. Just… nearly. It gives your whole wife act a lot more realism.”

You stared at her in disbelief. “I don’t even talk to my mum. She could be on a beach in Ibiza right now for all I know!”

Kyra grinned, unbothered. “Well, then it’s a good thing she’s not going to find out you’ve got her in an imaginary ICU, huh?”

You groaned, covering your face. “You are so going to hell.”

“Yeah, but I’ll be going there as a very convincing fake wife,” she quipped, winking at you. “Besides, she totally bought it. We’re basically the tragic lead couple in a romcom now!”

You dropped your hands, glaring at her. “You’re lucky I like you.”

Kyra bumped your shoulder. “You love me.”

You just shook your head and laughed, “Stop boosting your ego and show me around Sydney. I wanna see the sunset on the beach later before I get too tired.”

“God,” Kyra huffed, “So demanding! Just because I’m an Aussie doesn’t make me your personal tour guide.”

“Oh you’ll get over it.”

Kyra guided you through the streets of Sydney, her fingers grazing yours now and then. They never quite held on but never let go. You walked past cafés and little shops, your steps slower than usual as you grew tired, but Kyra never once complained like she usually would’ve.

You spotted a tiny gift shop tucked between two larger buildings and you tugged Kyra towards it. Inside was cozy, filled with postcards, magnets, and an overwhelming amount of Australia-themed merch. Kyra’s eyes landed on a small, soft, grey koala teddy. It had round ears, a cute little smile, little paws stitched together like it was mid-hug.

“Oh my god, Hayds!” Kyra gasped, showing you the little teddy, “Look how cute this is! She needs it.”

You raised a brow. “Kyra, she has, like, five stuffed animals already.”

“Yeah, but none from Australia,” she replied, already hugging it to her chest. “It’s her first real souvenir!”

You didn’t argue. You just smiled and followed her to the register.

Afterwards, you walked around a few more shops before grabbing something to eat. By the time you’d finished with all that, the sun was starting to set. You made your way down to the beach, the tide soft. 

You took off your shoes and let the sand cling to your toes as you walked side by side until you found a quiet patch. Kyra dropped down first, sitting down dramatically while you eased yourself onto the sand, careful and slow with the extra weight of your, still small, bump.

“You good?” she asked, already brushing sand off of her.

“Yeah,” you sighed, leaning back on your hands. “This is actually… really nice.”

The soft wind played with your hair as the two of you sat there. Kyra’s hand found its way to your belly again like it belonged there, fingers splayed across the curve with casual familiarity.

“She’s being lazy,” you said after a while, nudging your bump with your palm. “She was kicking all morning.”

Kyra frowned and leaned down a little, mouth near your stomach. “Oi. Wake up, tiny gremlin. It’s rude to ignore me!”

You laughed softly, and then right on cue there it was. A little kick. Then another.

Kyra gasped, wide-eyed. “She kicked me!”

“Told you she listens to you.”

Kyra grinned like a kid who’d just found treasure, her hand pressing gently like she might catch another one.

The moment stretched quietly, the sun melting into the horizon, casting everything in soft orange and pink. For a while, neither of you spoke. The waves rolled in, the wind curled around you both, and the only sounds were the slow rise and fall of the tide and your baby’s gentle fluttering kicks.

Then Kyra broke the silence.

“Why did you really come all the way out here, Hayds?”

You hesitated, your gaze stuck on the water. The truth had been sitting heavy in your chest for days. Maybe weeks.

You turned to her, eyes softer now. “Because I missed you. Like… a stupid amount. And I couldn’t stop thinking about how everything just felt better when you were around.”

Kyra blinked, caught completely off guard. “Oh...”

You let out a breathy laugh, more nervous than amused. “Yeah. I know. It was a bit dramatic flying halfway across the world just because I missed my best friend.”

“I missed you too,” she said quietly, almost like she was surprised to hear herself say it out loud.

You nodded, chewing your bottom lip, not sure what to say next. 

She then shifted slightly, leaning in just a bit.

You didn’t pull away. You didn’t even breathe.

Her gaze dropped to your lips and lingered there for a second or two. She leaned in the rest of the way—

And accidentally jabbed you in the eye with her nose.

“Shit—Hayds, I’m so sorry!” she gasped, pulling back in horror.

You covered your eye with one hand, half laughing, half wincing. “It’s okay, I’m fine. Just temporarily blind.”

Kyra looked like she wanted to disappear into the sand. “Oh my god, I ruined it, didn’t I?”

You peeked at her through one squinted eye, still grinning. “Depends. Were you trying to kiss me or assassinate me?”

Kyra groaned and dropped her face into her hands. “I was trying to kiss you.”

“Well, you did make an impact.”

That got her to laugh, and when she looked up again, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright. “Okay, okay. Round two. I promise no eye pokes.”

“Yeah?” you said softly, lowering your hand. “You sure you’re qualified?”

“Very qualified actually,” she replied, scooting closer.

This time, when she leaned in, it was slower, more careful. You met her halfway, your noses brushing just lightly before your lips found hers. No hesitation. 

The kiss was hesitant at first, more of a question than an answer. Her lips were soft and warm and unsure against yours, like she was waiting to see if you’d pull back. But you didn’t.

Instead, your hand found the edge of her hoodie, fingers curling into it as you kissed her back, slow and certain.

It was gentle and steady. 

When she pulled back, her smile was sheepish. “Much better without the accidental assault.”

You laughed. “Agreed.”

And then you kissed her again, just because you could.

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Drunk Vinnie | Vhackerr

Warning: vinnie being drunk and clingy

might make a part 2. idk

“I need to text my girl. I want my girl.” Vinnie whined as he leaned onto Jack. “She’s right there Vin.” Jack laughed as he pointed to you, who was preoccupied by ordering a Uber. “That’s….that’s not her! I’m texting Y/n right now.” Vinnie huffed before pulling out his phone. He pulled in his bottom lip. He squinted his eyes trying to successfully type correctly.

In his mind he thought he texted, baby where are you? I miss you!

Instead he actually texted, “biby here ure uuuu( iiiii muss youuu &&”

You chuckled as you read the text before going back to what you were doing. “Why won’t she text me back!? DID SHE DIE?! JACK CALL THE COPS!” Vinnie yelled when he did see those three bubbles pop up. “Vinnie, stop yelling.” You rubbed his arm, trying to sooth him. “No! Who are even you?! I have a girlfriend, lady!” Vinnie quickly gave you a dirty look.

“I am your girlfriend, Vinnie.” You laughed. “No! You don’t look like my Y/n. My pretty Y/n. Where’s my pretty Y/n?” Vinnie’s bottom lip begins to tremble. “Okay, Vinnie, let’s get you home.” You say, “Jack. Help? Uber’s here.” Jack nods before you and him put Vinnie’s arm over your shoulders.

“Y/n! I love Y/n so much! She’s so pretty!” Vinnie yells as you guys walk outside. “Vinnie, shhh.” Jack said. “Jack-o’-lantern, you just don’t understand.” Vinnie lays his head on Jack’s shoulder. “Yeah, man. Here. In you go.” Jack shakes his head before helping you put vinnie in the car.

After a short 15 minute drive you guys are back at your house, knowing Vinnie will be too loud for his apartment. “Honey! I’m home!” Vinnie yells as he stumbles into the house. You shake your head before shutting the door and locking it. “Do you want some water?” You ask. “Yeah, that sounds great random person. Hey, this place looks at lot like my girlfriend’s house?” Vinnie scans the room.

You quickly dash and get him some water. Once he’s handed the glass, the water is gone in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get you to bed.” You say before grabbing his hand. “Okay, but nothing is happening between us! No funny business lady or I’ll tell Y/n!” Vinnie tells you. It was honestly so cute, seeing Vin miss you even though you were there.

Once you reach the bedroom, Vinnie wastes no time collapsing on the bed. “Mm. So comfy.” A happy lazy smile on his face. You take his shoes off and his socks knowing he hates sleeping with his socks on. “Y/n is the best. Do you have a Y/n?” Vinnie asked as you unbuckled his belt. “Sorta. Expect he’s a guy.” You say before pulling his pants down and throwing them somewhere. “That’s good. What’s his name?” Vinnie ask as you pull him to sit up. “Arms up.” You say.

Vinnie puts him arms up and strikes a pose while doing so. You laugh softly before pulling it off as well. Sober vinnie would thank you because he gets hot to easily in his sleep. “The guy! His name!” Vinnie says before falling back. You don’t know how but he somehow knew he wasn’t under the covers so he quickly places himself underneath.

“Vinnie. His name is Vinnie.” You say before grabbing a t shirt to sleep in. “What!? That’s my name! My name is Vinnie!” Vinnie yells. “I know that, Vin.” You quickly toss your hair in a low bun before sliding in bed. “I never asked but, what’s your name?” Vinnie says. “It’s y/n.” You laugh before moving a piece of hair out his face. Vinnie’s face scrunched before his eyes went wide.

“Wait a minute! You’re Y/n! My Y/n! Oh my God! When did you get here baby?!” Vinnie quickly rushes into your arms. You laugh, “I’ve been here the whole time Vin.” “Nuh uh! That other lady was here! I swear.” Vinnie nuzzles his head in your neck. You lay back so that you can both rest comfortably. “Whatever you say, Vin.” You message his head.

“I love you Y/n. Promise to never leave me like that again?” You smile before slowly closing your eyes. “I love you too. I promise to never leave you again.” You feel Vinnie smile and it isn’t long before the both of you are passed out into a bliss.

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summary: tonight, innocent and virgin!reader will be defiled, deflowered, tarnished—whichever word you prefer. from the moment she told them she was ready to lose her virginity, they’ve been carefully planning out a special night, for her. and shockingly, there’s not an ounce of fear, anxiety, or doubt in her mind—max and charles have gained her complete trust. they haven’t given her a single reason to believe that they wouldn’t treat her right. she couldn’t have asked for better men to take her virginity—if this is corruption, she’s delighted to experience it.

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unsportsmanlike conduct — 𝐜𝐥. 𝟏𝟔 & 𝐦𝐯. 𝟏 charles leclerc x max verstappen x fem!black!reader 3.1k words. safe sex. penetrative vaginal sex. corruption kink. oral sex. cunnilingus. multiple orgasms. fingering. handjobs. praise kink. dom/sub undertones. soft charles leclerc. soft max verstappen.

your thighs are mottled with bruises and bites, some sensitive enough that you can feel the skin throb. charles–who’s came twice–looks deliciously delirious in between your legs. his green eyes are wide and glassy, solely locked onto your cunt. his parted lips are swollen and flushed red from his generous treatment of your inner thighs. his hands have a tight grip on the tops of your legs, his veins popping at the force of his grip as they keep you spread open enough–your heart stutters as you realize he’ll leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints and palms on you too. you see the muscles of his shoulders and biceps straining to reach your tantalizing warmth splayed out right in front of his face but, he’s held back with max’s hand firmly keeping his head pulled backwards. 

“charles, give her at least two. you’re welcome to use your fingers.”

max releases his grip, and charles rushes forward to taste the wetness that’s already leaked from your pussy. the monegasque’s moan is muffled against you, but it still manages to be the same volume as the shocked moan that escapes you. eagerly, the younger man drags his tongue through your folds, relishing in the plush pinkness he never wants to leave, and shifts to suckle on the hood of your clit. you cry out, back arching at the focused pleasure–and max sighs. he sees the drool from charles’ overeager perusal leak out of the corner of his mouth; he’s glad he put down the towel you told him to get. sure, max is well aware that you tend to drip like a broken faucet but, charles can tend to get a little…messy, when he’s using his mouth.

charles pulls your first orgasm from using all of his energy dragging his tongue across your labia frantically, pausing either to draw rapid circles against your clit or tease the entrance of your cunt without pushing his tongue in. you shudder forcefully, hands flying down not to pull the monegasque off of you, no, but to keep his mouth on you. it’s not like he needed the help—he wasn’t going to pull off until max tore him away. regardless, he is mindful of your oversensitivity, and slows the assault of his tongues to slow swipes, humming deeply at the gush of wetness that seeps into his mouth.  and when your thighs stop fighting against his hands keeping you spread open, when he feels the tensed muscles go dormant—he pushes his tongue into you, happy your orgasm caused you to relax and allow him to slip in.

and, this is when you lose your mind.

his tongue is dexterous, firm, and unyielding, his plush lips brush against the outside of your cunt and only causes more bolts of pleasure to rocket up your spine. he’s unrelenting–he moves with the overwhelmed bucking of your hips, you’re not sure if you’re trying to move away or move closer, and it doesn’t matter because charles follows you without the solution of his moth slipping away once. he whines highly into your pussy, and the vibration only has you making sounds to mimic him. your tummy undulates, tensing and relaxing with every thrust of his tongue, and he shifts one of his hands away from your thigh to push down on your navel. he changes the angle of his head and his nose bumps against your clit from the force of his jaw working against your entrance.

the combination of the clit stimulation and the pressure on your navel, causes your eyes to roll back with a heaving chest, the orgasm dancing somewhere on the back of your eyes. 

“such a pretty girl,” max adds from where his eyes are stuck on your cunt, and you cum.

the towel underneath you has a wet spot spreading, and charles allows your thighs to shut around his head as your hips push up dragging your pussy on the lower half of his face to ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. this feels twice as intense as the first, and based on the way you can hear your blood rushing in your ears, and feel your heart beating in the back of your knee, you know you’ll never settle for riding a thigh again.

you attempt to squirm away from his mouth, hips twisting desperately to try and escape the pain-tinted pleasure of charles’ talented tongue, but the man follows every shift of your motions, with his half-lidded eyes giving the expression of him being entranced. it does end up taking max forcing charles away from you when the tears gathered in your waterline spill down your cheeks. and the sharp flare of pain from max tugging at his hair, clears the haze in charles' eyes and the cotton stuffed in his ears.

if his lips were swollen before, you don’t know what to call the state of them now. you screw your eyes shut to avoid looking at the pleased glimmer in his eyes, it only makes a surge of arousal peek out again. 

“schatje, i said you could use your fingers too,” max prods at charles’ shoulder with a pout on his face.

“i,” the man says airly, “didn’t need to. i made her cum twice, like you wanted me to.”

“ah, well, move out of the way, cha,” max hums throatily, “if you didn’t use your fingers, i guess i’ll have to,” your eyes fly open as you look at max in surprise, “do you think she can handle a few more?”

the monegasque pulls back, allowing max to fill the space without arguing, and looks away from him to pierce you with a lustful glance, “she knows what to say if she wants us to stop. let’s find out her limit tonight, maxy.”

they’ve broken you. max and charles said they got you to five orgasms that night, but you don’t really remember anything after the fourth. you vaguely recall charles eating you out while max rubbed at your clit (it was a hot image, there’s no way you’d forget that), but anything over four orgasms you can’t expect to process.

however, the night was such a pleasure even if you can’t remember the last half of it—they’ve absolutely erased your fear of oral. or, sex in general. you say they’ve “broken you,” because they actually have, it feels like your eyes have been peeled open wide from how they’ve indulged you. you thought it was bad enough when you gave yourself a friction burn when you were humping them like a dog in heat, but this is objectively worse.

charles emerges from his gaming room after his stream to refill his water bottle and you drop to your knees in the middle of the kitchen to give him head. max makes a comment about how addicting you taste over dinner and you shove the plates to the side to climb on the table and let him eat you out like a buffet. charles is losing a game of fifa to max, so you gave him a hand and stuffed a hand down max’s pants to give him an advantage (he still lost, so it was just a convenient excuse to get the dutch off). 

most recently, you and the men were laying in bed, letting your breathing slow down and the sweat cool after you let your legs fall open for them wordlessly. 

“it’s clear i trust you both with my entire being, right?”

charles and max pause their quiet chatter and turn to look at you, “oui, “ “of course.”

“ok, well: i want you to take my virginity,” the two gape at your blunt words, “it’s what this has been leading to, and i said on the very first night that i was ready to have sex with you. i trust you guys, and i’m ready.”

max, for all he likes to run his mouth, is silent. charles picks up his slack.

“thank you for trusting us, mon coeur. having your trust to allow you to perform the most intimate and vulnerable actions with you is something we thank you for. give us time, mon amour, we want to make the night special for you, a perfect night that you deserve, yes?”

you smile wide, and nuzzle your face into max’s bare chest who only chokes on his agreement with charles, and respond, “a night that i deserve. i like the way that sounds.”

the night that you deserve, comes two weeks later, in a week and a half-gap between race weekends. you have mixed feelings about flying air-max, but privacy is something that you can’t beat. they’ve promised you five days in a private villa in mallorca (after a few recommendations, courtesy of carlos), just the three of you. and it’s beautiful, the villa, the land, your boyfriends. 

you questioned why the vacation needed to be five days long, when they only needed a night to have sex with you. charles raised an eyebrow at you, unsure if your question was of a serious nature. max answered, “do you think one night will satisfy us?” your brown-skin lit ablaze, and you didn’t feel the need to answer the question.

the three of you fall straight asleep once you arrive in the villa—and you don’t know why there was a slight twinge of disappointment swirling around your mind. it’s not like you expected your tired boyfriends to fuck you after a greuling weekend; you’d rather them be properly rested and well energized for that activity. and in the morning, you’re woken up by max peppering kisses along your neck and charles tracing unknown patterns across your waist, and a brief smidge of nerves floats across your consciousness before disappearing. the nerves weren’t needed anyways, because when you try and deepen each man’s morning kisses, they slip out of bed and scold you for trying to ruin their plan. while your cheeks flame at the warning, your heart warms at their seriousness—they made a special night just for you. 

they feed you breakfast in bed, coax you into a mid-morning nap, join you for a shower, let you lounge in a hammock while max embarrassed charles in football, they join you in another nap in the shaded cabana, and by the time you wake up it’s settling into the evening, and the boys rouse you into preparing dinner with them.

the evening belongs in one of the rom-com movies max claims to hate but secretly loves. charles is playing romantic french songs quietly through the sound system, max steals bites of ingredients right out of your hands, charles is firmly kept away from any knives and his only job is to shred parmesan for the carbonara you’re putting together, and max pops open a bottle of wine with a date so old you fear to learn its price tag. 

dinner simultaneously crawls and flies by. the anticipation for tonight’s dessert has you nearly vibrating through the chair and you can see the amused smiles on the men’s faces. the minute dishes are set to wash, they lead you to the bedroom.

it’s like the first night all over again.

max sits at the foot of the bed, and charles helps you sit on his lap. the desperation tonight isn’t present; the men are thorough, unrushed, and plentiful in taking their time exploring your body again. max undresses you on his lap, his eyes not falling to look at the length of your body and charles is focused on peeling off his own clothes. the dutch guides you gently to lay on your back, and only with your permission do the two let their eyes wander.

and everywhere they trace with their eyes, they follow with their lips. from your forehead, to your brows, to your temple, to your nose, to your cheeks, to your lips, to your jaw, to your pulse, to your throat, to your collarbone, to your shoulders, to your arms, to your chest, to your ribs, to your wait, to your navel, to your hips, to your thighs, to your calves, to your ankles, and back up to your cunt.

charles has the pleasure of relaxing you with his tongue, while max follows after him with his fingers. when max removes his three fingers, deeming you prepared, the nerves are back. when you hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, the nerves build. when you hear max hiss at the feeling of charles’ hands rolling the condom on, the nerves amplify–and you panic.

“waitwaitwait,” you rush out, sitting up and pulling your thighs clothes. the men freeze, and quickly reach out to soothe you, murmuring words of reassurance and reminding you they won’t move any further without your consent.

you laugh, embarrassed, “i-i’m nervous…”

charles coos, and sits at your side to pull you into a hug, while max rubs a hand on your waist tenderly.

“liefje, being nervous is normal. i know we’ve talked about how it’s going to feel multiple times, but i understand that’s incredibly difficult from experiencing it. if you want to stop, we won't be mad, answer won’t mind waiting longer,” max says, making sure he holds eye contact with you so you are aware that he’s being honest with you.

you pat and charles so he’ll loosen his grasp on you, and lean back flat on the bed, “will you hold my hand, cha?”

charles bites his lip for a second before he chokes out a “oui,” and locks hands with you. max has to let his eyes shut for a few seconds before he allows them to open again. the innocent lilt to your voice has not lost it’s attractiveness, your inexperience clearly showing and it still sends them both reeling.

max pulls your legs around your waist, and guides the head of his cock against your entrance. he leans down to lock his lips with yours, waiting for you to relax again, and it doesn’t take long. your cunt gives way at a little pressure from max, and the pop of the tip of his dick within you stops your breathing. charles shushes your whine, brushing stray curls out of your face and kissing the back of your hand. your breathing resumes when max presses more within you, and your face tightens and the stretch—it’s not painful in the way you thought it would be, it’s uncomfortable, with a slight twinge of pain you expected, but the fullness makes up for it. 

when max bottoms out, the two of you moan brokenly into each other’s mouths. max sees the uncomfortable look on your face and remains as steady as he possibly can, dropping his head to paint new marks across your neck while you adjust to his size. the two men are probably running their mouths, chattering away their praises at you, and even though you are already too gone to register their words, they turn your brain to syrup and one of max’s “pretty girl”’s you grind your hips forward. 

max hums at the movement, and carefully shifts forward to meet you, his eyes reading your expression carefully. your eyes are glazed over, and they dance loosely around his face before settling on his eyes, and he smiles sweetly, chuckling a little at the embarrassed tint that he knows rests underneath your brown skin. his hips slowly start to turn into a rock, and he brightens at the sighed moans of pleasure you begin to fill the room with. 

charles slides his hand in between your bodies to drag a firm thumb against your nipples, and the two men relish in the sharp squeal you let out–max choking at the even tighter grasp of your pussy. max shifts to rest kneeled between your legs and his next thrust within you at the new angle, has your body trembling against the sheets while a near scream escapes your chest, with toes-curling, and tummy tightening. 

the dutch coos, “oh, that’s the spot—right there—isn’t it, liefje? you’ve been so good for us, pretty girl, yeah? you deserve to feel so good, baby. take it.”

your whines, moans, cries, and whimpers only increase in frequency and volume as max keeps his precise assault on your g spot as his thrusts work up to a faster speed. the sound of your absolutely soaked cunt being speared open by his cock will never leave your mind—the slaps and squelches too enticing. your cunt flutters around max’s cock sporadically, and he turns to charles with a pleased smile, “she’s going to cum already, schatje. it’s a good thing we have a few more days here.”

you whine, taking your free hand and pulling max face back to look at you again, “‘wanna cum! please, maxy—i wanna–”

charles hand that was previously playing with your chest, slips lower and rubs tight and quick circles around your clit, and the surrounding shriek and tightens, has max shaking above you. he hides his face in your neck and his thrusts are movingly quickly now, deep and short movements filled with power that you can hear from the slap of his skin against yours.

your grasp on charles’ hand tightens, and your other reaches mas to dig your nails into his shoulder for purchase, and with staccato breaths, whited-out vision, and drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, you cum—and real pleasure coasts over you in waves. 

max slows the forceful rolls of his hips to slight grinds, pressing deep within you and relishing the way your cunt fluctuates around him, and with pure will he staves off his own orgasm while you come down. he pulls his head away from your neck, and searches your face.

your babbling nonsensically, words mushing together in a murmured fashion, with a blissed-out smile dancing across your lips.

“oh–,” max hums, “you’re so gone, sweet girl. haven’t even fucked you for real, and you’ve forgotten how to act.”

charles tuts, flicking max on the hip, “max. be nice to her—your dick tends to make people lose their train of thought.”

“i think she’s lost a little more than her thoughts, tonight,” max snorts, “i’m going to pull out, and you slide in, yeah?”

when the older man pulls out of you, you claw at his shoulders trying to get him to stay on top of you and back inside of you. none of their words soothe you, and max is very glad he’s an athlete and that he’s turned your limbs to jello with your first orgasm to make you malleable. charles is quick to press his wrapped up cock inside you, and moans deeply at the hot and soaking wet channel. your whines and tears at your previous emptiness cease, and you buck your hips up to have charles deeper in you quicker.

“max~,” charles moans highly, the call of his name slurred and clumsy, “putain–ah–she’s too tight, how did you not come?”

“years of fucking you, charlie,” max laughs, pressing a kiss to the monegasque’s temple, “make her cum pretty boy, and then i’ll fuck you too.”

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[14thgalerie]

dreamin' of him

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: a little death by the neighbourhood / fuck it i love you by lana del rey

• word count: 5.7k

• genre: fluff

— a part of this is inspired by this scenario i saw on tiktok, can't exactly remember it which vid it was. anyways enjoy this little random scenario that i'm pretty sure is horrible because i didn't bother to proofread it again.

You shot right up from your sleep, limbs tangled in the sheets that had been strewn about haphazardly. The room is still as dark as it had been when you fell asleep with only the faint light of the full moon serving as your guiding light.

You drop your head onto your hands that sit on your folded knees, pressing the heels of your palm into your eyes until you can only see white. Ignoring the pain only so that you can be rid of the images that keep flashing in your mind.

It was excruciating, it played like a broken VHS record on your parents’ television back home. Every millisecond, a frame of you in such a vulnerable embrace with–

No. Y/N, stop it.

You were grappling with your sanity, feeling yourself incredulous at how such an idea came to fruition in your mind. Several nights’ on the end of this senseless, out-of-the-world dream that popped out of nowhere. The both of you hardly spoke with one another, for Merlin’s sake.

Throwing your head back, giving up on forcing the images out of your thoughts. Your head was spinning. Slamming your temple against the solid, wooden headboard behind you until you hear a ring resonating through your ears.

How did you let yourself get into this? What happened that you are being haunted— if that’s what you would even call it — by these dreams?

It’s been days of sleepless nights and you are plain tired. He must have cursed you. There was no other reason for this, right? He could be annoying when he wanted to be.

With your back resting on the headboard, you see that your dorm mates haven’t gotten back yet. Still, you remain seated as you wonder where they are, staring at the open window to your right.

“You’re the only one that can do this to me, Y/N…”

You gasp and sit straight, slapping your forehead with your open palm, trying to chase the image away. Throwing a glance at your watch that sits on the bedside table, you see that it’s only an hour and a half before you are supposed to wake up.

Exhaling loudly, you shove the blankets away from your body, feeling a warmth creep up on you. Maybe a good, cold, and long shower will distract you for good.

Grabbing a change of clothes, you head straight for the bathroom in your dorm. Now’s one of the few times you are glad that the dorms at Hogwarts have their own showers. 

Looking at the small, worn mirror above the sink, you chuckle humorlessly at how disheveled your appearance is. Anyone who sees you right now might think that your dreams are last night’s reality.

Stepping under the painful cold water, your body unconsciously jolts at the shock. 

Thinking about it makes your heart race. It gives you jitters, too. The feeling wasn't much to your liking. It was distracting. Not to mention it made you feel so... vulnerable. A shiver ran up your spine. You paused for a breath to calm your heightened nerves.

This has to end soon. You couldn’t stand another night spent thinking of him, of all people.  

“I uh- I need to go.” You cough, clearing your throat, hands shaking slightly as you move to stand up. “I still have this essay for Potions.” 

“What- Hey wait, Y/N!” Harry reaches out, nearly missing your arms. 

“Why are you suddenly running off? It’s not due until next week?” Giving you a worried look. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Harry. I feel extraordinarily perfect, I just- I wanna go back to my room right now.” You sigh, looking up at him. Your body remains tense under his tight grip. “So please let me go.”

Harry tries to not look disappointed, giving a quick glance back at your two other friends who watch you in silence. “Alright then, but if you need anything, you know where to find us.”

Giving him a small nod before pivoting in your heel, you walked straight to the Great Hall's large entryway. You ignored the way your skin burned with the intensity of the searing eyes that had locked onto you since its entry. 

“Why did you leave in such a hurry?” A cool voice asks from behind you. 

You freeze.

“Pardon?” You conjure up a reply, bluntly.

“Ok- what’s got your knickers in a twist?” 

“Nothing!” You reply defensively. Wanting nothing more than to be back within the confines of your dorm room.

“Alright, alright. I got it.” The cool, calm voice waves off an erratic rhythm to your heart. You continue to stare forward along the corridor, paying no mind as he circles around until there is a face attached to the voice. “I was just wondering why you skittered out of the Hall faster than when you were caught by Filch with the Weasley twins.”

Tilting your chin towards your chest, “What do you want, Nott?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged, “I was just curious, that is all.”

You scoff at the mockery clear in his tone. “Seriously, what is it? Because if you’re only here to be an annoying twat, I have better places to be.” 

You purposely bump into his shoulder as you make your way past him. Not in the mood to play along with him right now. Not when that stupid smirk of his is reeling images that you have been tirelessly trying to be rid of. Images that are the cause of your cranky attitude in the mornings.

From the corner of your eyes, you see him cock his head slightly to the right. Another thing you hate. He becomes more incessantly annoying when you are visibly annoyed by him.

“Nott.” You warn.

“What?“ He asks, amusement clear in his tone. “Am I not allowed to walk the same grounds that you do now?”

“Walk elsewhere. I am quite sure that you know of other paths from here to wherever you are to go. With your many endeavors, it’ll be stupid if you didn’t.” You murmur the latter under your breath.

“What was that?” He catches up to you, walking leisurely with his long legs. “Didn’t quite hear that last part properly.”

Before you could reply, a shout from the courtyard called both of your attention. A redhead girl from Ravenclaw was waving in your direction. You turn to look at Theodore who has now turned his sight back to you.

“I think she’s waiting for you.” You swiftly walk towards your house tower, making haste before he follows you again.

Unbeknownst to you, his stare remains fixated on you until your figure disappears around the corner. Only then does he wave back at the girl and make a quick return to the Hall where he left his friends mid-conversation. 

 It wasn’t the last that you see of Theodore after, nor was it the last morning when you woke up groggy and irritated at the lack of sleep. It seems that since then, the both of you find yourselves orbiting each other much more often than before.

Not that you found it all disappointing. 

There were times that he was a good companion to have around— forget the hooded eyes that left you conscious every time. When he isn’t being an annoying twat, he knew how to hold a conversation with you; your lack of similarities is a good point as you were able to share things that the other didn’t know of.

But in truth, Theodore searched for you. In the boisterous chatters of students in the corridors, between the towering bookshelves of the library, through the window of the dimly lit Potions classroom where he has a clear view of Hagrid’s hut where you and your friends frequent.

He looks for you in all places, unable to help himself from an attempt to have a glimpse of you.

He did give his best efforts to tuck away his inexplainable attraction to you recently, and he wouldn’t dare admit that there is even a chance that he does. His denial was a fortress but cracks appeared within its walls with each time he talks to you.

“She’s at the Hospital Wing.” Blaise hesitatingly brings up. 

He almost jerks up from his comfortable position on the couch where he and Blaise are observers of their other friend’s drunken endeavors. But he manages to grab a hold of himself before the other notices.

“Why bother telling me?” His forced indifference is not as apathetic as he wished it to be. “I don’t care.”

“Oh shut up, Theo. I have never seen you so utterly fond of another girl like you do with her.” Blaise retracts back to what he was gonna say, “Anyways, I hear she will be a volunteer ahead of the Quidditch match this Sunday.”

He doesn’t reply, letting the words of his friend slip from one ear to another. You were interesting. He was unsure how, in the many years you’ve known one another, that you caught his eye now.

“She’s nice, not unlike some of her friends at Gryffindor.” Blaise continues with his taunting, eager to see a reaction from Theo. “Even managed to convince me to be her partner for Herbology.”

Theo makes a noise in a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “From the sound of how you speak of her, it’s like you’re the one that has caught butterflies.”

Blaise simply hums, nodding to himself. “Maybe.”

Not another word slips from him again. The silence of his relinquishment makes Theo’s heart skip a nervous beat. Blaise never gives up that easily.  

“Hello there.” A voice makes you look up from your book which you have been drowned in since hours ago. To your surprise, it was Blaise. 

“What are you doing here?” You ask. Curious why he had so suddenly appeared beside you while you were studying. You scour your brain, trying to remember if you had a project with him that ultimately passed by you.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me later.” Blaise blurts out while you gather your books that are scattered along the table. 

“Huh?” You look up at him with wide eyes. You give out a confused laugh. Maybe you didn’t understand him, right? “Did I hear you right? Hogsmeade? The two of us?”

“Well, don’t make it sound like it’s such an atrocious thing.” He makes a sound of mock offense; even making the choice to put a hand above his chest. To which you vehemently shake your head.

“Gosh no! It’s just-“ You trail off. “Why all of a sudden?”

“Nothing at all…” He shrugs, but that look on his face tells you entirely different. The mischievous expression that is ever so slightly slipping through. “Just wanted to hang out with a good friend of mine.”

You look at him with a confused frown, unsure of what he’s doing. “Since when were we good friends? Last I checked we only talked every now and then and it was really only just for projects.”

“Just come with me, will you?” 

“No.” You shake your head to further make your point. “Tell me why first and maybe I’ll consider.”

Blaise sighs, giving up. He had expected that you would not be giving in so easily to his request, after all, you weren’t really that close. But he still thought that it was worth the try, he is tired of Theo acting like he’s better than his emotions. He decides to tell you.

Well… somewhat.

“Alright, lady. I want to make a friend of mine jealous.” You hummed, listening intently. Wondering why he chose you to do it. “Also, because you’re the only person that I genuinely enjoy hanging with from other houses.”

“Will you tell me who’s the friend?” You ask.

“No.” He quickly replies, “But Y/N…I’ll treat you with anything you want at the Three Broomsticks or wherever else. Just please.” He draws out the please, adding hints or really a dump load of sweetness to it to charm you.

You think for a second more before finally giving him a nod. “Ok, but you’ll have to come with me to Honeydukes. Payback for doing whatever it is you’re planning.”

“You can have whatever you want. I’ll wait for you by the Fat Lady.” Blaise tells you before walking off with a huge grin on his face. 

“Y/N?”

And when you turned your head, a surprised Blaize looked at you with a smile, apparently he had just been in mid-conversation with a fellow Slytherin as he hung about the entrance.

He whistled as he wasted no time approaching you, waving a curt goodbye to his previous companion. 

“Remind me why you never wear clothes other than your uniform?” He asks, his eyes unabashedly trailing over you. Though not in a predatory way that leaves you uncomfortable.

“Because it’s a hassle having to think of an outfit when I could just put a uniform on and call it a day.”

He hums, nodding as he thought about it.

“Well you look good in your non-school clothes, you should wear them more often.” He suggests, although he quickly amends it. “Not that I’m saying you don’t look great normally, it’s just nice to see how you would personally choose the clothes you wear. It kind of reflects a lot of your personality more.”

The two of you make no rush as you travel to Hogsmeade along with the other students, chuckling at the eager third-years who are freely roaming around. Engaging in small talk all the way. 

“What’s got you in such a sour mood?” You rolled your eyes at Theo, who has done nothing but glare at Blaise who sits beside you with such harsh blinding venom. “If all you plan to do here is to murder Blaise in a million ways inside your mind, then please do it some other time.”

The man beside you couldn’t help the amused choke that escapes him as he sips his glass of Butterbeer.

Theo finally breaks his lone stare down and shifts his attention to you. “Since when did you two hang about by yourselves?”

“We always have-“ Blaise starts to explain but he is cut off by a kick to his shin that makes his knee jerk up and hit the table. 

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

His eyes remained fixated on you still, a medley of emotions behind them that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. 

“Well, Y/N? I’m waiting for you here.” He impatiently asks. “Are you two on a date?”

“Theo, if you think that we are, then why did you even come here?” You roll your eyes at whatever antics that the both of them are trying. Not realising that you called him by his nickname, usually reserved for his close friends.

“Well-“ He stammered, unable to explain why exactly did he approach you all of a sudden. “Blaise doesn’t have that good of a reputation with girls and I wanted to make sure he’s not trying anything with you.”

Blaise clears his throat in an attempt to remind his friend that he is still sitting at the table, clearly within earshot of whatever slander he’s being put to.

“I can hardly think of a reason why you would if he does, but we were just having a conversation as friends, Theo.” You finally answer. “Is it that much of a surprise that I tolerate one of you?”

“He wants it to be him.” The man beside you mutters under his breath which you ignore, thinking it is only a jab.

Theo once again kicks Blaise under the table, making the latter swear under his breath.

While the two of them bicker like they are some man-child, you spot Hermione and the rest of your friends coming in through a tiny door and sitting at a table by the staircase. You scoot over until you are out of the seat, glad that you chose to sit at the open end of the table, without making a noise.

You make quick haste to transfer to your friends' table without garnering attention from the two Slytherin boys.

“Hide me.” You drop your heavy body on the seat beside Harry, trying your best to hunch over his relatively short upper body. 

The three instead laugh at your obvious demise, Ron not even trying to hide his amusement with such a burst of boisterous laughter. Unlike you, the three had noticed how Theodore Nott had been seen beside you much more often than necessary. At first, it was nothing that they really paid attention to, but when you told them of your otherwise eventful dreams…they began to have other thoughts.

It was clear that both of you were attracted to one another except for yourselves. And it’s been a hilarious sight to be an audience to but they are beginning to tire of your constant zoning off when the other is in your peripheral.

“What even is with you and Blaise coming to Hogsmeade together?” Ron asks. “I thought you liked Nott.”

You exhaled in exasperation, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t like him.” Gritting your teeth and clenching your jaw at the blatant teasing. “I am seriously beginning to regret telling you about my dreams.”

You watch as Harry stands to grab drinks for the rest of you guys, trying to explain why you came here. Not forgetting to mention how Theo had suddenly the conversation you’ve been having with Blaise. 

You were shocked to find that the both of you actually shared a lot of the same interests in various aspects; books, music, values, name it all. So despite your previous disinclination to agree with his idea that you would get along well, you thoroughly enjoyed the short time that you spent alone. 

His genuine interest in the many muggle creations that you’ve mentioned has made you all giddy. Telling him of all and everything that he must try, making a mental note to give him some things that you have in your dorm.

On the other end, Blaise shared a few of his interests with you— though it was only very few, given that the wizarding world does not really pay much attention to those kinds of things, especially the purebloods. 

“So just because he bribed you with anything you want from Honeydukes, you agreed? Y/N!” Hermione exclaims, to which you only answer her with wide eyes. 

“What?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows at the bewildered expression on her face. 

“You’ve been to Hogwarts for how many years now and yet you have no idea what going to Hogsmeade with only one person insinuates?”

“Uh- What?”

“That you two are going on a date of course?” She practically scolds you. Maybe you shouldn’t laugh at Ron anymore when she becomes like this. It's no joke that it feels like you could be the stupidest person on the planet.

“We’re only friends, for Merlin’s sake! Well, we became friends today.” You roll your eyes. “It’s not my fault that is what might people think.”

Harry and Ron look at each other with more than amused grins on their faces.

“I think I finally know why Nott was practically making the snow melt under his feet earlier,” Ron remarks. To which you give him a confused look, unsure what he meant.

“What?”

“Well, before we came in here, we saw Nott almost stomp his way to here. I swear that I actually saw steam coming out of his ears.” Ron exaggeratingly shares, taking a sip out of his pint glass. “I thought he was about to burn this place down to ashes with how he looked so mad.”

That explains why he’s being more moody than usual.

“What’s that got to do with Blaise and I?” You finally ask the question that’s been brewing in you since he mentioned it.

But the only response you get is a look of disbelief from all three of them. Each one just about screaming “Are you being serious?” without saying anything.

“Are you truly that dense Y/N?” Harry asks, his hand reaching out to pat you on the shoulder.

You push him off, glaring at him. “No, but seriously what do you mean?”

“Even Harry and Ron, oblivious as they come, recognise that Nott has some kind of interest in you.” Hermione explains, “I don’t even know if he realised it himself but the two of you are oozing love hearts everywhere you go. It’s torture to see how you both ignore it.”

You're left dumbfounded, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the mere suggestion. Your thoughts racing as you consider Hermione's words. Theodore Nott, the mysterious and enigmatic Slytherin, having an interest in you? It was a revelation that sent your mind reeling, and you couldn't help but wonder if you had been completely oblivious to his feelings all along.

No. That’s just… wrong. This had to be another one of their pranks again. Ever since you confided in them of your dreams, they’ve been ceaselessly teasing you with Theo. Yeah, this must be it.

You chose to respond in a haughty tone, in an attempt to mask her flustered feelings. “Gosh, if this is what spurs in your minds when I tell you about my struggles at night, then I’d rather just keep them to myself from now on. Find something else to speculate about.” 

Unbeknownst to you, while you were so flustered trying to deny anything and everything they say of you and Theo, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had mentally orchestrated a plan. Harry subtly made a signal to the other two to play along as he saw Theo stand up from his heated conversation with Blaise to approach you four.

With sly smiles quickly masked, they leaned in closer to you and feigned curiosity. 

“Alright then,” Ron begins, “But I heard from Hermione that you had another dream last night. Is it as juicy as last time?” 

Harry chimed in, his eyebrows raised suggestively. “Yes, please spill the details. We’re all ears.”

Caught off guard by their sudden and out-of-place interest.  “I said that I’m never telling you of anything again. And it's not juicy! Please don't ever use that word ever again.” You never wanted to divulge anything related to your rather steamy dreams again to your friends. 

“This is the last time, we promise! And we promise to not annoy you any more with Nott.” Hermione exclaims though you reach out to slap her on her arm at how loudly she said it. Looking around the bustling crowd to see if anyone heard it, confused when you see Blaise sitting with somebody else now, probably some friends from Slytherin, Theo nowhere in sight.

Little did she know that Theo had indeed overheard their conversation and as he was slowly nearing their table, curiosity piqued as he heard his name. He slowed in his steps, waiting to hear more.

Your face turned an even deeper shade of crimson as you think back to last night, a bit different— a whole lot different. The dream had left you truly confused because it was nothing like the otherwise steamy ones you had. It was unsettlingly normal, and it has left you with a sense of unease that left you unable to sleep properly, terrified at what this means.

 You cleared your throat, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. "Well, it was just a, you know, like the ones I told you. Nothing too different. I still hate it."

Hermione's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, feigning innocence. "From the look on your face, it seems to be different. Tell us about it, pretty please."

You hesitated but then began to describe the dream in the most vague and unassuming way possible, but you knew no matter what you said, they would use this to tease you endlessly. "Alright, alright. So, in the dream, I was in the Black Lake, and there was a gentle, warm breeze. I was walking with someone, and it was peaceful. It was like…everything is normal. No war, no problems, no animosity, just us walking like any normal person.”

Harry and Ron exchanged knowing glances, while Hermione continued to prod gently. "And who were you walking with, Y/N?"

Your gaze darted around the table, avoiding eye contact. Not seeing how their eyes slightly shifted behind you. "Well, it was just someone... you know, a dream version of someone I know. Like you don’t know already."

Hermione shook her head, “Yeah but this is different, so it must be somebody else right?”

“Hermione…It’s Theo, who else.” 

"Y/N…" You hear a voice behind you call out in a low tone, with a thread of voice. 

Your eyes widen, filled to the brim with alertness and humiliation. Your mother was right, one day this mouth will get you in trouble— not that it hasn’t been proven countless times before— but now nothing made you want to become more one with the ground than this moment.

You swallow hard and turn around, instantly the mortification in your features becomes tenfold. There it is— the stupid, bloody smirk that is always present on his stupid, pretty face when he has caught you red-handed. 

“Don’t.” You warn.

He leans his entire weight back on the wooden post behind him, staring down at you with a look of satisfaction, unapologetically reveling in your obvious embarrassment.

“Oh, but I must.” He drawls, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Your frustration surges as you fold your arms, attempting to salvage a shred of dignity in this awkward moment. You give him a glare before turning back front facing to the table.

“You are truly insufferable, you know that?”

Without even being able to see it, you already know that his grin widens at your reply. “Guilty, I’m afraid.”

Theo pushed himself off the wooden post and sauntered closer to where you were sitting, making your heart stutter. The playful glint in his eyes brings forth an image that you would rather not see right now.

"But what's the fun in letting you off the hook so easily? It’s not every day that I find out somebody has been kept awake all night because of me."

You could only continue to cast a withering look at him as you shook your head. "You just love tormenting me, don't you?"

He sits down on the seat next to you, ignoring the other occupants who have reserved to remain quiet. Truly enjoying the show that you, unfortunately, are the star of. He inches closer to you until you can almost feel your eyelashes flutter at his breath.

“Only because I quite enjoy how flustered you can be.” He admits softly, and in that moment the playful teasing in his voice gives way to something else.

A different kind of tension. 

Not one that you would like to be a part of.

“Well, that would be the last of it.” 

Theo and your friends are left bewildered when you suddenly stand and disappear among the group of rowdy students.

His eyebrows furrow and his gleaming expression turns into one of confusion and a hint of hurt and disappointment. “What just happened?”

When he finally turns to look at your friends, all they do is share uneasy glances with each other. They were unsure of how to respond to Theo’s question when they could hardly comprehend what had only occurred.

Hermione opens her mouth to say something but closes it once more when the words in her mind are a jumble.

“Astronomy Tower.” He hears someone say. His cerulean blue eyes that somehow turned grey shifted to the bespectacled boy sitting a chair away from him. “Go.” 

“Why did you run off?” You ignore the voice that shatters the silence. The bristles of the wind brush against your clothes. Your head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeates into the air. 

He calls you by your name with a gentleness that sends tingles down your spine. But yet again, you ignore him. Choosing to stare intently at the rust that forms by the railing in front of you, the complex chemical reaction is seemingly more interesting to you now. 

“Y/N please…I don't know what’s going on your mind right now but we need to talk.” He moves to stand next to you, placing his arms on the barrier. “I will say it, no matter if you want to listen or not. We clearly have feelings for each other.”

You want to say that you are surprised that he is being so straightforward right now, but it’s evident that someone had to stop whatever dance the both of you had been playing at for the past month already. 

 “And that’s confirmed by what I heard earlier.” He chuckles in an attempt to lighten up the mood. “Gods, I hate you so much.”

“Your dreams say otherwise.” He continues with his teasing.

“Stop it. As if you’re any better with how you acted with Blaise earlier.” You hit him back. “Blaise is an annoying ass who meddles in my business way more often than necessary. But I guess he did one thing right.”

“What?” You ask, turning your body to lean on the railing, facing him.

“He kept bothering me about you, and I guess he got tired and decided to make a move leading us to this moment.” 

“He can be pretty persuasive when he wants to be." You agree. Silence befalling after.

“Gods, I don’t know what happened but it’s you.” He breathes heavily.  

A laugh escapes your chest, “If somebody came to us two months ago and told us that we’d be acting like this, I would think they’re mental.”

Theo grins at you, making you giggle to see the little fang on the corner of his mouth. He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, making a move to press his forehead to yours as he nears.

The vivid, flashing images of Theo from your dreams doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing. The skin under his touch tingled and it made you itch to reach out with your fingertips, feeling as if you would crumble beneath his hands.

You pull away to stare up at him. The cold that typically veils over his eyes are gone as they reciprocate your stare with an even warmer touch. Every nerve ends in you lighting up with a golden electricity.

Theo opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it once more, and then shut it, apparently struggling to remember how to talk.

So, he decided that actions seem to be your thing anyways, as the two of you are quite horrible at talking.

Carefully, almost as if he’s never done it before, Theo leans forward and presses his lips against yours so gently. All you can think about is him even as you respond to his kiss, melting against the touch. 

He pressed himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing the gods to let you be one. Hell, he wanted to climb into your ribcage and possibly live out the rest of his days inside your heart.

You gasp as his hands creep under your shirt and trail along your lower back, though he doesn’t wander. He takes this as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring eagerly.

You tilt forward, answering his devotion with an equal eagerness. In your distraction, your hands slide from their hold on his shirt and travel until your fingertips meet behind his nape.

This goes for a while before a sudden splash from the waters below you makes you jump apart, though still very much physically attached. His arms were still tightly wound around your waist.

“I think that’s a sign we should stop for now.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

Laughter met in the air between you—sweet, short, intertwined. Although you would like to have another one of your dreams to come true, you want to take it slow. The idea that he thought of you as you did to him has still not truly sunk into your mind.

Even now as he leans his face slightly towards yours again and begins to leave soft, tender kisses all over your cheek, making butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Gods, I just realised something.” You laugh all of a sudden, making him stand up straight to look at you curiously. “What is it?”

“I just made Ron win a bet for the first time since we all became friends.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he was the first person to tease me about these stupid dreams–”

“Excuse me, I rather think it’s not.” He interrupts playfully raising an eyebrow. “Shush.”

“Anyways,” You continue, “Harry and Hermione initially thought it was nothing and that it probably would stop after a while— obviously not. So Ron set a bet that I’ll end up having feelings for you or we’ll end up together.”

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. “I’m still surprised they didn’t hate the idea. With us being in literal houses that hate each other.”  

“They’re only annoyed at some of you, honestly. The ones that perpetuate the ‘Slytherin’ motto too much.” 

"Plus," he continued, the joking tone in his voice fading a bit, "even if they did have complaints, I would have ignored every single one and still pursued you."

“As if! You stormed to Hogsmeade just to interrupt our ‘date’ and you wouldn’t even admit it. If it weren’t for what our friends did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

“Let me pretend, for goodness’ sake woman!”

His playful exasperation brought a genuine smile to your face, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade as you got lost in the playful banter you're used to with him.

masterlist

[billiesgoodgirll]

lunch

warnings: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), strap on sex, swearing

a/n: i genuinely think i’ve forgotten to write smut i’m scared 

readers pov:

"baby baby baby! come listen to this song i made!" a very energetic billie said, bursting into our room.

"okay my love," i chuckle at her excitement.

she pulls my arm, dragging me downstairs into her studio.

finneas isn't here, he usually is when i listen to her new songs.

huh how weird.

brushing it off, billie sits on her chair pulling my onto her lap.

she puts her headphones on me, giggling in excitement i smile at her happiness.

the best comes through the headphones, my head bops along to it.

it's like a cute pop song.

i could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue taste like she might be the one.

my eyes widen when i hear the lyrics, i turn to her wide eyed and a slight blush covering my cheeks.

she smirks at me, i continue to listen.

i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush.

i feel a familiar heat between my legs, billies hands travel to rest on my thighs.

so now she's coming up the stairs so i'm pulling up a chair, and i'm putting up my hair.

oh my god.

the smile and blush on my face grows bigger, as i mouth 'oh my god' to her.

she has the biggest smile on her face, super proud of her work nodding her head along to the beat.

baby, i think you were made for me somebody write down the recipe been trying hard not to overeat your just so sweet.

i shyly look down once the song stops, the dark haired girl takes the headphones off me.

"so what do you think angel?" she asks.

i giggle shyly, i already know i'm definitely bright red.

"it was, woah," i look in billies eyes, her pupils wide no doubt mine are too.

"yeah? you like it?" she teases,

"billieee," i whine.

"i need some more inspiration on the song, wanna help me out mama?" she smirks.

i nod eagerly,

"words baby,"

"yes yes yes!" i enthusiastically say, with that her smile grows bigger as she leans in.

she connects our lips in a passionate kiss, my hands tangle themselves in her dark brown hair.

one of her hands rests on my waist as the other trails up my thigh, we eventually have to pull away for air.

she takes this as the opportunity to ask,

 "can i take these off pretty girl?" she plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.

"of course," i giggle shuffling, lifting myself off her lap so she can pull them off.

i connect our lips once more, sighing into the kiss.

i feel her hand on my thigh getting higher and higher, my pussy fully exposed drilling waiter for billies fingers.

"please," i whine into the kiss,

"please what?"

"please touch me,"

she complies, her fingers finding my clit and massaging the swollen area.

i moan into her, my hands tangling themselves into her hair again.

she rubs gently, my mouth hangs open.

her fingers leave my clit, finding my entrance and pushing in.

"my god you're so tight sweetheart," she groans, pushing her finger in my tight whole.

i gasp the stretch making my mind go fuzzy, my entire focus on the brunette making me feel good.

she pumps her fingers in and out, i rock back and fourth on her fingers.

my hand going to reach for billies free hand, guiding it too my clit making her rub tight circles.

she takes the hint her fingers rubbing my clit fast, her fingers get faster as she pushes in a third.

i moan loudly, her touch always lights me on fire it feels so good.

i feel a familiar pit in my stomach, i feel myself on the edge.

"i'm close," i gasp out, billie smirks 

rubbing and pumping faster.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" she teases, focusing on rubbing my clit.

"fuck- yes!" i let go, releasing all over billies fingers and lap.

"good girl," she praises me.

"cmon i wanna take care of you properly," she picks me up suddenly, i yelp holding onto her shoulders.

i giggle as she carries me carefully, up the stairs and eventually laying me down on our bed.

she hovers over me, i smile looking into her eyes lovingly.

i love it when we have passionate loving sex, like yes hate fucking and ruff sex is good but i love soft caring taking care of me sex.

billie connects our lips once again, her tongue entering my mouth, i don't fight her for dominance.

knowing she'll win easily.

she kisses down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite creating blue and black marks all over, i moan softly my hips bucking up needing friction.

"patience baby," she tells me, i whine rubbing my thighs together.

she kisses down my chest before pausing, "can i take this off mama?" she plays with the front of my sleep top.

"yes please," i say quickly.

"cute," she chuckles, she removes my shirt i'm fully exposed to her now.

"take yours off.. please," i beg her, looking up at her with big doe eyes; ones i know she can't resist.

"okay sweet girl," she smirks, sitting up slightly to remove her shirt.

i see she's forgone a bra so her entire breasts are on display, my hands immediately want to go to fondle with them.

"you can touch honey, go on," she encourages, giving me the permission i needed.

my hands reach up to her breasts, piinching her nipples and squeezing.

i lean up so my mouth is in line with them, i take her nipple into my mouth swirling it around.

"oh! fuck," she throws her head back, her hands tangling themselves in my hair.

i smile into her, pride filling me as i can make the older woman feel this good.

"i need to fuck you, hard." she pulls me off her breasts, slamming my hands above my head.

"don't you dare move," she tells me, climbing off my lap and heading into the closet.

i know exactly what she's getting out, i'm proven right when she walks back into the room.

my favourite strap around her waist.

pink and sparkly, with thick veins i can feel every one of them, 8 whole inches.

"ready pretty girl?" billie says climbing back on the bed, and up to me.

"uh huh," i whine, my hips bucking up i can feel a puddle of my arousal pooling underneath me.

billies hand travels down to my cunt, my clit twitches in anticipation.

"we need to stretch her out a bit first princess," she looks at my cunt and her fingers sliding up and down.

they find my entrance and slide in, i wince in pain at the stretch.

"oh!" a moan comes out of my mouth, in pain and pleasure.

"tell me when your ready for me to move baby," billie says, not moving her fingers at all waiting until i'm ready.

if i wasn't so needy, it's the sweetest thing.

"please move, i need it," i whimper, once again bucking my hips up to get her to move.

“patience mama,” she starts slowly pumping her finger in and out, gradually speeding up until i’m a moaning panting mess.

“that’s it, focus on me,” she uses her free hand to lift my head up from under my chin to look into her eyes.

my eyes close briefly and i get a light slap to the face, i whimper my eyes opening to a very stern faced billie.

“keep those eyes on me, you look away or close them and i stop,” she tells me, i nod slowly my head wanting to roll back so bad once she added a second finger.

“good girl,” 

“faster,” i mange to get out through all my moans, she listens and starts pumping faster and faster.

“oh my god,” i whine, she smirks whilst one of her hands goes up to my breasts squeezing harshly trying to tip me over the edge.

“you close pretty girl?” she asks in a low voice, 

“yes yes yes yes yes,” i chant, my mind so foggy just with billie, billie, billie.

“im gonna cum,” i rush out, balling up the bed sheets in my hand.

“hold it,” she says, i immediately cry out i can’t hold it any longer.

“p…-please..just let me cum,” i whimper, which seems to have work as she takes pity on me.

“oh my poor girl, okay honey cum for me,” 

her words send me over the edge, i release everywhere the heat in my stomach dying down.

“oh baby, you did so so well i’m so proud of you what a good girl!” her words just get my worked up yet again.

i trail my hand down to the strap, sliding my hand up and down the base of the strap bumps against billies clit i know that from when she’s cum whilst in me.

“already mama?” she chuckles, “you that needy for me?” she mockingly pouts at me.

“please billie,” i whine, knowing i’ll get what i want if i just throw her name in there.

“shit, okay sweetheart,” she lines up the toy with my entrance, “it’s gonna hurt a bit,” 

i reach down to hold her hand, squeezing tightly as she pushes into me no matter how many times i take it, it hurts like a bitch each time.

“you’re doing so well my love, just a bit more,” she encourages me my heart melts at how sweet she is even dominating me.

“y..y-you ca..fuck you can- move now,” i say too focused on how good she feels inside of me.

“okay angel,” she moves her hips and i cry out.

“sh sh sh, you’re okay,” she soothes, holding my hand in hers yet again.

billies hips go in and out slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch and feeling.

“doing so good for me,” she grunts as she speeds up her thrusts.

i moan out in pleasure, the pain all gone now and the only thing i can focus on is how perfect billie looks smirking down at me.

“you’re- s…so fuck!- so pretty,” i mange to get out barely.

“oh sweet girl why thank you, you’re absolutely perfect,” she chuckles going even harder.

the tip of the strap hits my g spot over and over, making a pit form in my stomach.

“that’s it pretty girl, doing so well,” her words and voice really make me closer to the edge.

her breasts bouncing with every thrust, no doubt mine doing the same she takes mine in her hands still thrusting hard.

she fondles them and takes one into her mouth, the pit in my stomach grows bigger and bigger.

she leaves my breasts for a while, them being raw and red from her constant sucking.

she connects our lips into a passionate kiss, i moan deeply into the kiss she thrusts long deep and hard.

once her lips leave mine i rush out, “i’m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck… right there- don’t stop!” i stutter out, my brain going to mush my cunt twitching in overstimulation.

“cum for me mama,” and i do, i feel a different feeling in my stomach and know im gonna squirt.

it gets everywhere, all over billie and the bed plus me.

i pant heavily, billie stilling inside of me stroking my waist gently bringing me down from my high.

“i’m gonna pull out now okay angel?” she softly says.

i nod, so incredibly exhausted.

she pulls out and i wince in pain and at the empty feeling. 

“there we go sweetheart, good girl you did so so well,” she coos, praising me so much.

“you feel okay baby?” billies asks me, undoing the harnesses on the strap and chucking it across the room to clean up later.

“i’m okay,” i close my eyes and smile, i feel amazing but so exhausted.

“let’s get you some water baby, ill be right back,” she kisses my very sweaty forehead, and leaves the room to go downstairs.

i turn over on my side, my eyes still staying closed.

i lay there for a while before hearing our bedroom door open again.

billie comes in, now wearing an oversized shirt, she’s holding a bowl and has a glass of water in the other hand.

“i’ve got some cut up fruit for you sweet girl, you need to eat something okay?” she’s always making sure i eat well, knowing my past eating disorder.

billie helps me sit up gently, my legs aching already i open my very heavy eyes to give a weak smile to her.

“okay,” i nod, letting her place the bowl on my lap there’s strawberries, raspberry’s watermelon and cut up apples.

she places the full glass of water on the side too which i immediately go and pick up downing most of it.

“hang on baby, can i change the sheets? i don’t want my girl sleeping in dirty sheets,” 

“uh huh,” she helps me up, supporting me on my very shaky legs.

she lets me sit on the sofa in our room, whilst she goes to the closet and grabs fresh sheets and duvets.

i watch her in silence, it’s only when she’s done i realise i’m still naked.

“billie? can i wear your shirt please?” i ask, i know i have a whole closet full of my own clothes but there’s something so comforting about wearing billies.

“oh of course you can angel,” she finishes changing the bed and goes back into the closet.

coming out with a oversized hit me hard and soft merch tshirt and a pair of her boxers.

she hands them to me and i get changed, “thank you bil,” i smile up at her she leans down placing a kiss to my lips.

“come on let’s get you fed and rested,” she picks me up like a toddler and places me down on my side of the bed.

she climbs in next to me under the covers, grabbing the tv remote from the side.

“friends?” she doesn’t even need to ask really, she knows that’s what i’ll want to watch.

“of course,” i giggle, scooting closer to billie she wraps her arm around me.

“eat up sweet girl, then you can get some sleep,” she tells me.

i begin to eat my fruit, we sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat the occasional laugh leaving our mouths at the show.

“done!” i show her the empty bowl, she takes it from me and puts it on the side.

“well done my love, i’m so so proud of you,” she kisses my forehead.

she lays down more, letting me lay completely on top of her i sigh in comfort.

i never want to move from her arms.

“goodnight pretty girl,” is the last thing i hear before falling into a deep sleep.

[reverie-tala]

Hero X x Reader

AHHHHHHHHHGGGRH

Your boyfriend seems like the normal typical office workers with a loving and normal relationship with you

You and him were together for four years

But two years ago, a shaking feeling started, that's something feels off about him, but who care since he spoil and doted on you!

But off course you return him the affection back even if you can't spoil him much as he does for you

But there are moments where you just question the person you loved or maybe yourself

A strong sense of deja vu, an echo of the sound finger snap, and a few gaps in your memories

But at the end of the day, your lovely and doting boyfriend melt all of those unease away like it never exists in the first place

As long as his on your side, you don't mind any unease and cling to the life you two built together over the years

.

.

.

As long your at his side, he'll be content

No need to parade his true identity

No need to keep up with public expectations

No need to worry about the Trust Value

All he need is you. So stay, he'll spoil you, dote on you, support you. Just STAY by his side

One day he'll tell you, but not today

You should have seen this coming, why didn't you

Most heroes were somehow popular figure before they become hero

"Agh! This is annoying! All I want is to cosplay and show off my skill to the internet!"

Yes being popular make your content reach many people easier and it's also means faster money from the social media platform revenue and even from people commissioning for you to make their costumes

And worse of it all, you can't bring you lovely boyfriend with you to the Hero Tower! So you basically lived alone now

Opening your phone the first thing you saw a massage from him asking for you well being, you instantly reply back, the text went back and forth until he said he need to go bed for work tomorrow, with a sigh you ended the massage with "Goodnight, sleep well and good dreams Love"

After that you put your phone down and start to rethink your life choices

It suck that you can't cuddle him to sleep now or he won't be at your side when you unexpectedly needs it

Deciding to take a quick shower to calm down but that was soon interrupt by an annoying sound of a snap and an annoying figure

"FUCKING DAMN IT X!!!"

A lot more curse left your mouth and hygiene bottles were thrown until he was out of the shower room

Your plan to have relaxing bath was now absolutely destroy "damn it" you mutter as you finish up quickly

Now standing in fort of X is you in a mismatch color pajamas as he is just sitting at the counter chair in your kitchen, looking all so innocent like he didn't just randomly show up during the middle of your shower!

"If you weren't the number 1 hero, I would have beaten you up at this point"

You said as you gave him a very much displeased and disgusted look, where he just found it adorable

It's not often he seen such expression directed at him when his with you as your ordinary office worker persona boyfriend

"And what's stopping you?"

He tease. His words made a vein in your head just pop

"BECAUSE YOUR THE NUMBER 1 HERO WHICH WILL MAKE YOU EXTREMELY MORE POWERFUL THAN ME!!!!

NOT ONLY THAT! I'M BEEN ONLY A HERO FOR A FEW MONTHS WHILE YOU WERE FOR TWO YEARS! THE SKILL GAP IS HUGE!!!"

X just awkwardly chuckle and noting that he did went too far today

Before he could apologize, a slipper went flying across and he manage to dodge it in time but the window wasn't so lucky and broke upon impact

He immediately got up and raise both of his hand in a surrendering gesture

"I apologize for overstepping my boundaries and made you uncomfortable earlier at the shower"

He then snap his finger and a bag appear

"It just thought I might share some bites with you"

He then took out neat containing and opening was some of your favorite meal

You just sign and went to sit next to him, taking the food container out of his hand and a fork from the counter drawer

You weren't questioning about it, you long stop when he didn't answer or redirect the questions, you complain about this too to your boyfriend but it seems like he isn't bother too much about it

Much to your annoyance

When you look at from the meal your eating, you notice that X was chatting away as usual... as usual when it came to you

"I miss you"

He suddenly say, making you stop mid bite

"You literally saw three days ago"

You groan and he just laugh

"Three days are too long for me, I'm afraid"

"I LITERALLY HAVE A BOYFRIEND SO STOP THIS BS OR SO GOD HELP ME!"

You emphasis the word boyfriend harder and his simple "I know" answer just fouled your mood even more and the food wasn't helping anymore

X then stand up

"Until next time"

He made a salute gesture with his hand and with a snap of his finger his gone

You look at the bag he left and saw more of your favorite meals and snacks.... Some that only your boyfriend knows....

Your mind is mess now and your fouled mood isn't helping you to connect the dots as you just shrug and finish your meal before hitting the bed

.

.

.

The next morning you manage to convince your manager for a day off and visit your boyfriend after his work, and you where just there laying down on his couch and using his legs as your pillow as one complain and another about X left your mouth

Your boyfriend?

He just chuckle nervously at your barrage of complaints and insults. At least he can visit you at the tower and shower you the same affection even if his not using the same persona your dating

He should have really done something about your growing popularity much more earlier back then....

"Damn X, that fucking obnoxious bastard...."

Your boyfriend just chuckle awkwardly at that remark

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X Civil Persona: 🧍

Reader: 🥰🥰🥰

X Hero Persona: 🧍

Reader: 🤬🖕

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The second part after second GIF was supposed to we a part two in my og acc but I couldn't bother posting these separately in this acc so I just combine them

You can read the second part as a separate one-shot if you want

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Summer Breeze 10

Warnings: age gap (reader is 22, Andrew is mid 40s), dad’s friend, Andy being Andrew, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

The next morning is a slog. You’re still tired even after sleeping until your head aches. You drag yourself downstairs, the smell of coffee filling your nose. You blink through the crustiness and wipe it away with your knuckles. 

Andy’s back is to you. Deja vu strikes you as his naked back greets you and his growls at the coffee machine as it brews. You stop in the doorway, not sure if you should turn back or not. He shifts, angling so he spots you from the corner of his eyes. 

He coughs and straightens up, “oh, good morning,” he faces you from across the island, “you--” he stops himself and gives wry smirk, “you don’t drink coffee so I won’t offer. Even if you look like you need it.” 

You scoff and shake your head as that simple act makes it pulse, “ugh, just water.” 

You look around but he’s quicker. He has a glass in his hand and under the fridge filter before you can get your bearings. You try not to stare at his naked torso. He doesn’t seem to notice himself. 

“There are lemons in here. Surprisingly. Not much else,” he pops the door open, “want a slice?” 

You accept in a dull drone. He takes one out and sets the glass down. He searches around and finds a cutting board and knife. He cuts it into wedges and pops one in the water, sliding it towards you. You thank him and take a deep gulp. 

“You doing okay?” He asks then winces, “besides everything.” 

“I feel awful,” you rasp, “I slept too heavy, I think.” 

“Yeah, I was tossing and turning,” he says. 

You’re silent as slowly the memory seeps into your brain. His voice through the wall, the slap on tile, and his thick grunt. You hide behind the glass, taking another drink before you steady your hand. 

“You know, I can check on your dad today if you want to rest--” 

“No,” you insist, a bit too quickly, “no, I have to see him.” 

“Yeah, sorry, I just... you stress yourself out too much and might do more bad than good, you know.” 

“Right, I’m fine,” you say, “really. I’m tired. So what?” 

“Just checking in, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “That’s all.” 

“I’m...” you take a breath and slowly release it. “I’m sorry, I’m just worried. I don’t know what to do. I’m...” 

“What about your mom? She on her way? You called her, right?” 

You roll your eyes, “I’m lucky she picked up.” 

“Oh,” he nods, “well, yeah. I guess that makes sense.” 

“Yeah,” you shrug. 

“Well, if you need any help, I’m right here,” he offers, “what did insurance say? You get the bill sorted out?” 

You try not to show your unease. You’re trying not to think about that call. You nod and try to smile, “yep, got it figured out.” 

You turn with the glass of water, “um, I’m going to...” you look down at your PJs and cringe, “change.” 

“Oh, aha,” he chuckles, “guess I should do that myself.” 

You don’t look back. As helpful as he is, you can’t help but feel yourself sinking into a pit of doom. He can’t do everything. You wouldn’t ask him to. 

🌅

Your dad’s quiet as you enter his room. It’s not very unusual. You often sit in comfortable silence with him. The odd part is he doesn’t even have the television on. He just stares blankly across the room. 

“Dad?” You speak as you sense Andy behind you, himself hesitant to break the lull. 

He grunts and looks at you, a scowl creasing his face. You flinch. He looks mad. 

“Everything alright?” 

“Would you keep it down,” he sneers. 

You reel and look over your shoulder at Andy. He seems equally perplexed. You turn back and smile, “sorry--” 

“I said shut the fuck up, Charlene!” 

Your mother’s name catches you off-guard. 

“Doug,” Andy chides, “that’s your daughter.” 

“Get the fuck out!” He barks. 

Andy touches your arm and gently steps ahead of you, “what’s going on, buddy?” 

“GET OUT!” Your dad pushes over the rolling table next to the bed and it crashes to the floor, sending the jello cup and tray scattering. You gasp as he continues to holler for you to leave. 

A nurse startles you as she brushes by, calling your father by his last name, “don’t you act like this.” 

You’re too stunned to react. You just stare. What the heck is happening? That’s not your father. That’s some sort of animal. He refuses to listen as he snaps at the nurse in a similar vein. 

“I’m so sorry,” she speaks over her shoulder, “sometimes with head injuries, there can be some... emotional side effects.” 

“Oh?” You frown. 

“Is he okay?” Andy asks. 

“It’s early. He’s just woke up and things are a bit muddy,” she can barely be heard as your dad clangs on the bed rails. “Maybe you should step outside.” 

“Dad?” You croak around her and his eyes meet yours. He looks at you with such hate that it makes you want to shrink down to nothing. You step back on your heel and spin, fleeing from his wrath and the room. 

You hear Andy thank the nurse before you get into the hall. He isn’t far after you and another nurse squeezes by him, closing the door behind her. You face him as your eyes gleam with tears. You don’t know if you can do this. You don’t know if you can look at your father and face the stranger he’s become. 

It only took two days and he’s someone else. It’s like you’ve lost him already. You fan yourself as you feel the heat rise up your body and settle behind your eyes. 

“Hey, it’s going to be alright--” 

“No,” you blubber as the tears finally erupt from you, “no it’s not alright! None of it is alright.” 

You cover your face with your hands and shake with sobs. You can’t hold back any more. It’s too much. This is too much. You’re not ready for any of this. You feel Andy wrap you up in his arms and you hear him say your name, but it’s a blur behind the wall of your grief. The world can wait while you fall apart. 

[viridescentelf]

Investment - Sylus x Reader Part 2

here it is folks, the naughty part

this took me an ungodly amount of time bc i knew what i wanted to happen, but i couldn‘t write it due to it lacking any kind of story logic lol.

BUT THEN i realized: „if I met sylus, there‘d be zero logic to my actions too 🫠“

so lol i want to eat this man alive, enjoy doing that in this fic

lady gaga also dropped this banger at the right time

WARNINGS: 18+, general NSFW, possesive and obsessive behavior, explicit sex, not proofread

Part 1

—————

You woke up the next morning and couldn’t believe the previous night you had.

You had dropped into your bed in the outfit Sylus got for you. The gorgeous, sparkling shoes lay discarded near the foot of the bed and the mastercrafted coat hung sadly over the huge pile of laundry you had.

Sitting up, you rubbed the dried sleep out of your eyes. This was an exhaustion you hadn’t felt in a long while. Annoyingly, the very first thought you had this morning was of Sylus. It felt like he had imprinted himself on you, a lingering smell that you couldn’t wash off.

Uncertainty clouded your mind, leaving you at a crossroads on how to proceed.

Would you tell your chief what happened?

But you had made one decision. You didn’t report him the second you got out. And you weren’t sure why.

What was it that anchored your decision, causing you to pause?

His face flashed before your eyes: the way he stared at you while tucking your hair away left you breathless. His eyes lingered on you, drifting over you as if he was measuring for his feast.

You shook your head. This couldn’t really be the reason. How reductive!

You couldn’t believe it. Were you attracted to him that much that it made you lose your ability to do your job?

He was a dangerous person. And you could stop him.

Deciding to go about your morning for some semblance of normalcy, you stood up and took off the outfit while walking towards the shower.

The hot water cascaded over your body, washing away the remnants of last night's makeup and the lingering scent of Sylus' cologne. You stood there, letting the steam envelop you, trying to clear your mind. But his red eyes kept appearing in your thoughts, piercing through the fog. You shook yourself every time.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and padded to the kitchen. The familiar routine of making coffee and toast grounded you somewhat. The rich aroma of the brew filled the small apartment.

As you waited for your toast to pop, you absent-mindedly tidied up. Dirty dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, crumbs swept off the counter. Your movements were mechanical, your mind still racing with thoughts of Sylus and the decision that loomed before you.

The toast popped and you picked one up and shoved it in your mouth while walking around your apartment, bending over and over to collect various items on the floor - leading towards your bedroom.

Munching on the remnants of the crust, you walked back into your bedroom and the grand coat on the large pile drew your eyes towards it. You might as well fold the rest of the laundry.

You picked up the coat at an awkward angle and something heavy fell out of the pocket onto your rug.

The shiny, black device stared up at you and you instantly recognized it as a cellphone. It wasn’t yours.

Eyes narrowing, you bent down, picked it up and the glare of its screen hit your face. It was fully charged.

Your stomach flared again. A nauseating curiosity nagging at you to examine it further. The smarter choice was bringing it into the station and having forensics take it apart.

It could be a trap. A way to corrupt the station even further.

Maybe you needed to make sure it was safe, first.

Yeah. That made sense.

You quickly opened the phone. It was mostly blank, no background and only a few essential apps. There was no passcode.

There were no messages. No pictures.

But there was one contact.

It simply said: Sylus

You stared at the name as if expecting it to vanish before your very eyes.

He must’ve slipped this phone into your pocket to keep tabs on you.

Or so you could contact him and give your answer.

You stood back up, holding the little thing in your hands, pacing up and down the room. Your body reacted strangely: a wave of excitement meshed with overwhelming fear. You were in too deep already and completely lost on what to do.

Annoyed at your own indecision, you threw the tiny device onto your bed and gathered your uniform together.

You needed to get to work and tell your chief that a) you were alive and b) what had happened to you.

While buttoning the shirt, your hand instinctively checked for the necklace charm so that it wouldn‘t get tangled in the collar. You felt bare skin and your touch grew more hasty.

Your necklace. It was gone. Immediately looking around your feet to see if it had fallen, your mind tracked the last times you were aware of it.

The only conscious time you could recollect was with Sylus. He had played with it before touching your hair.

You squinted. No, he wouldn‘t take it, would he?

It must be somewhere in your apartment.

Deciding to worry about that after work, seeing as you were already late, you quickly threw on the jacket, hopped into your boots and fell out of the front door.

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You lied.

Your chief pulled you into a semi interrogation to ask what happened to you.

You said Sylus drugged you and you couldn’t remember anything.

The chief paced around you, obviously disappointed that you hadn‘t learned anything more important, and you noticed he didn‘t ask how you were. At all.

That expendable, huh.

You weren‘t sure why you kept the previous night‘s events secret. Obviously, you needed more time to figure out what you wanted to do… the chief would just arrest him and you would never get a chance to see Sylus again and learn more about the mob‘s inner workings.

Strangely, the thought of never seeing him again really bothered you.

And your chief not caring about your well-being was a bit of a sting. As you learned yesterday, if it hadn‘t been for Sylus, you‘d be dead right now.

Your day was semi-normal. You wrote a report about the lie you told and returned home with a few groceries you‘d probably forget about in your fridge.

You kept looking for your necklace. You checked under your bed, in the bathroom, in the hallway, even in the staircase up to your apartment.

It had vanished. And Sylus‘ touching it kept creeping into your mind.

The foreign phone on your bed taunted you every time you walked into your bedroom. It stood out like a sore thumb on your white bedsheets, luring you to use it.

It felt like Sylus was calling you, the thing lingering in your home and knowing you couldn‘t keep your mind off him with it there.

Maybe he had found it at his place. Or in his car.

You didn‘t really want to give him the satisfaction of contacting him so soon. But you also loved that necklace a lot.

You stared at the black screen, letting your fingers run through your hair while you thought.

The necklace wasn‘t in your home. You were sure of it. You had checked everywhere.

You had no choice.

Grabbing the phone, you flipped it open. Surprisingly, it was still fully charged. You tapped through it and found the singular name in the contacts again.

You typed out the message, left it in the void of the text box for a while as you continuously argued with yourself if this was a good idea. It was just jewelry. It wasn‘t that important…

Fuck it, you thought. And pressed send, despite your head screaming at you.

Did you find a necklace at your place?

Throwing the phone back on your bed, you started walking out of the room.

Vrr. Vrr.

A reply. And so fast.

You paused in the door way and stared at the thing on your bed.

Shaking your head, you started walking again when another vibration came from your sheets.

You rolled your eyes and returned to the annoying phone, picking it up and opening it.

Two messages from Sylus.

You sighed and clicked on his name.

Your eyes widened when you saw what he had sent you.

He sent a picture of his collarbone (you recognized his hair), your necklace sitting nicely around his neck.

The second message was in text form:

Did you mean this one? Pretty, isn‘t it? I paid 50 mill for it.

You hastily typed back, pressing the send button with extra force:

Give it back!

You held the phone in your hands. Waiting for a reply.

Now, he took his time. As if he knew you were waiting.

Another vibration with a new chat bubble.

Mine now. Just like you.

You stared completely perplexed at the last line. The digital letters mocking you. Your stomach flared with a strange mixture of anger, fear and (oddly) butterflies, that bounced around as if chased by hawks.

Taking a deep breath, you typed out your response. You needed your necklace back, it meant a lot to you, you said.

Sylus responded almost immediately with another picture of it around his neck, this time with the charm between his teeth.

Your eyes twitched all around the lustful grin on his lips. Lightning boomed from your nape down your spine.

The next response came shortly after while you were transfixed with the image:

Come and get it, kitten.

Staring at the last chat bubble and the image above, you gulped. There was an easy solution to this: have. him. arrested. Then you‘d get your necklace back! Easy!

It was so simple. But a little, stupid voice in your head whispered an even more alluring No.

Was he flirting with you?

What was this odd game he was playing?

You knew he wanted an informant inside the police force, that must mainly be his motivation for teasing you. Messing with you.

He was playing with fire, though, not knowing if you would turn him in at any moment.

The amount of risk he was taking with you. The gamble. The flirting. You felt your temperature rise to a dangerous level.

That picture of his (no! It was YOUR) necklace in his mouth… it awakened something deep in you. A vision of the two of you entangled, steamy air and breathy moans, crashed over you so suddenly, as you stood there rooted with a foreign desire you were unsure where it came from.

You shouldn‘t. And that made it so much more enticing.

Catching yourself, you threw the phone on your bed and stared at it like it had just slapped you across the face.

You shook your head and decided to go do something else to take your mind off of all this nonsense. You started cooking, abandoning the meal halfway through. You did some stretching. You read a book you never picked up before. You started cleaning your bathroom tiles with a toothbrush. You scrubbed the toilet. You organized your bookshelf three times.

All the while, the phone sat on your bed. Watching you.

Hours passed and the idea still plagued you. You kept seeing him hovering over you, your necklace dancing vivaciously as he drilled into you. Turning on music made your mind escalate even further, none of the tasks distracted you, so you decided to go for a walk in the evening light.

Fresh air would help ease your mind.

The dusk light hit your eyes the second you walked out into the street. You heard a crow caw behind you, but took no real notice of it.

You walked with no clear direction in mind (yes you were. You just didn‘t want to admit it), reaching the train station. The bustle of the tracks filled your ears, as you stepped into the next train that came.

No. You weren‘t heading towards him. You just happened to take the train that lead to the edge of town. Where he took you last night. Where his penthouse was.

A random stop. You‘d get out at a random spot. Not the station closest to his penthouse. You weren‘t going there.

You got out and watched your body walk itself towards the large, looming complex. You could see his penthouse from here.

You weren‘t going to go into the building. Just passing by it.

How could you ignore the open door the worker had left open to quickly grab more supplies to wash the big windows?

His floor was on the top. You just pressed the highest number by accident.

You stood in front of his door. What were you doing?

You were getting your necklace back, that‘s what!

You knocked. And waited. You waited for an odd amount of time. Enough time to turn around and leave.

The footsteps made the hair on the back of your neck curl. You could still leave. The elevator was still there.

You heard the handle move, a clicking sound and the deep brown door swung open. Your heart exploded.

Sylus stood before you, sweaty, wearing a red and black tanktop and workout pants, gloves around his hands. He clearly had been working out.

Your necklace lay neatly between his collar bones, nestled there. Waiting for you. Welcoming you back with a soft pendulum when he tilted his head.

Your eyes met and the red gleam pierced you like the first time. He was smiling, triumphantly.

„What have we he-“, he started.

Something snapped inside you.

You flung your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you. He crashed into your lips with the muffled sentence he was starting vibrating in your mouth. You weren’t sure how he‘d react, you just needed him. Now.

You could‘ve died yesterday. He saved you.

To your luck, Sylus quickly reciprocated the energy and thrust his tongue into you, exploring your expecting body thoroughly. You had pulled him with such force that you crashed into the opposite wall in the hallway, your hands fervently grabbing his muscles, his hair, tugging up his sweat drenched shirt to feel his abs against you. He picked you up and slammed your back into the wall while your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. You felt his large hands clasp your ass and squeeze tightly, you both groaned into each other as the kiss grew more intense and untidy.

You released from his lips, as you were pulling the tank top over his shoulders and head. He was doing the same to your pants. Realizing he couldn’t do it while you were flung around him like that, he set you down and pulled them down fast, not even bothering to unbutton.

Standing again and missing his addicting kiss, you pulled him down again to continue feasting on his tangy, soft mouth. He laughed breathily into you, while you two staggered back towards his apartment.

Sylus wouldn’t release from you, bending down to continue making out with you while his right arm was trying to feel for the doorway.

You were growing more impatient as he slowly backed into the arch, so you decided to jump. The force of you jumping into his arms, and swinging your legs around him, made him topple back onto the floor into the apartment.

The thud made both of you groan slightly, but you quickly reassembled yourselves to keep the momentum going. With one leg, you kicked the door closed. His tanktop and your pants lay abandoned in the hallway.

You climbed on top of him, feeling him hard and begging to be released beneath his pants as you ground yourself up and down his length. He moaned so deeply into your mouth again: the rumbling turning you on even more.

Reluctantly releasing the kiss, you scooched down and pulled his trousers down, finally seeing the beautiful, thick and throbbing cock that was waiting for you. You licked up his length, with Sylus shuddering at the touch of your hungry tongue. You needed him in you, this very second. Pulling your underwear aside, you hovered yourself over him and plummeted down.

The second he entered you, your entire spine erupted with fireworks and eagerness. He filled you up so good that you let out an involuntary, deep sigh in chorus to Sylus‘ clenched moan.

His breath was so ragged and animalistic, while his hands gripped your thighs and slapped your ass hard.

Sylus tried to sit up and turn you over so you would be under him, but you pushed him back down, wanting him to submit to your wishes. It became an odd tug of war, where he continuously tried to get you to listen, but ultimately caved when you moved faster and faster on top of him, fucking his brains out - committing murder.

You didn‘t think he would be this vocal, but he was loving how you felt.

Without warning, Sylus suddenly gripped your hips so hard and tightly that you couldn‘t have moved if you wanted to. He had been letting you have control this whole time, enjoying the violent craving you had for him.

He smiled up at you, a sweat drop running down his neck and reaching your beautiful necklace - the chain all wavy and the charm hiding behind his head.

„My turn…“ he purred and thrust up hard into you, clenching every muscle in his legs to go as deep as he could. Your head fell back and you screamed at the heated impact. His pace was easy at first and he reached the very end of you. Every slow push knocked at the very edge of your limit and he knew you were loving how thick and long he was. His right hand let go of your thigh to slap your ass, hard, and you jolted at the impact. His pace started to quicken until he was crashing up into you. Sitting up, he moved you now up and down on his throbbing dick, biting your ear as he groaned low. Your moaning joined his, growing louder when he finally shifted you so that you were lying on your back on the cold, wooden floor.

Sylus stared at you, like the piece of art he bought and owned now. His cock twitched, wanting to return into you. His large hand grasped your jaw, making you look at him as he pushed himself back into you, slow and decisive.

You were begging him to go faster, wanting to finally reach your climax that you had been chasing this entire time.

He grinned, but didn‘t listen. Taking his time to enjoy every inch of your insides and the amazing view of you writhing under him. He continued to drive into you, decisively filling you up and watching you edge closer and closer to the finish line.

Holding your face, half his hand lay on your neck, and you felt the surge of pleasure erupt within you as Sylus drilled into you faster and faster, elongating your moment as much as he could.

Leaning down, he kissed you hard as he exhaled sharply while the waves of his seed ebbed into you. Both of you catching your breath, staring into your lustful eyes.

Your breath stabilized with his and he kissed your cheek as you coiled softly beneath his godly figure.

Sylus sat back up and ran a finger down your sternum.

He laughed. He was still inside you and started to slowly move again. You were sore. But he wasn‘t finished with you.

„What a fine investment you are…“ he teased, as your necklace glimmered in the light.

Your head fell back as he increased his speed again.

[coldfanbou]

A Love Hotel Date

New Mommy Series part with the returning Jihyo. She learns some pieces about what's happened between Jeongyeon and you. What will her move be?

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Jihyo X Mreader

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Looking down the aisle, you spot the woman who started everything. Jihyo hasn’t noticed you yet; she’s squatting down, looking at different strawberry options. Her jeans hugged her curves, showing off her thick thighs. You want to call out for her when a man stands by her, and Jihyo smiles at them. They start to walk away together when Jihyo notices you. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth hangs open. She quickly recomposes herself before continuing on shopping. You shake your head and get back to shopping, too. You’re disappointed she’s with someone else for a moment until you remember she was married. 

Continuing with your shopping, you grab what you need, and as you pick up your basket, someone bumps into you. “You have to be more careful.” When you turn to face the person, it’s Jihyo. “It’s nice to see you again.” 

“It’s nice to see you too, Jihyo.” You both stare at each other awkwardly, unsure of what you can do in such a public place. 

Jihyo makes the first move. “I can’t talk much right now, but take my number.” She says, pulling out her phone. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, so I didn’t bother giving you my number, but knowing that you’re close enough to be shopping here…” She stops herself and clears her throat. “Anyway, here. Call me; I might be free later tonight.” Jihyo walks away after giving you her number. She has a small smile on her face as she returns to her cart. 

“Where did you go?” Her husband asks.

“Nowhere, just had to take a look at something we might’ve missed.” She says plainly. Moving along before any more questions are asked.

You watch her walk away for a moment before looking at the number on your screen. You buy your things and leave. You return to your home and wait until it gets dark before calling Jihyo. 

“Hello?”

“Jihyo?”

“Hey, I’m free. Do you want to meet up somewhere?” She asks with no hesitation. “I have a hotel in mind.” From her tone, you can tell she has a smile on her face. 

“Yeah, I’m free to meet up. Tell me where to go.”

You head to the address Jihyo gives you. You look up at the sign and see it’s a love hotel. You wait outside, looking at your phone as a message pops up. “Look up.” Jihyo is standing across the road in a short coat that ends just a fingertip away from her ass; a skirt manages to cover her, but if she were to bend over, you’d be able to see her panties. She looks both to her sides, making sure no car is coming before crossing the road. As she reaches you, she walks her pointer and middle finger up your shirt until she reaches your lips. Jihyo closes in on you and presses her lips against yours. You can feel her smile as she leans onto your body. She breaks the kiss slowly, letting her lips linger on yours for just a moment more. “Let’s head inside; it’s getting chilly out here. I hope you can warm me up.” She says in a low voice, a smirk on her face. Jihyo hooks her arm around you and leads the way inside. A bit of excitement stirs in her as she walks in. You both take a quick look and see not many rooms are available; you end up choosing the most expensive option after seeing the other ones weren’t to your interest. You’re given the key to the room and take the elevator up. Jihyo stays attached to your arm. You glance at her as she tries to get by your ear. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Jihyo.” 

“Have you been sleeping with any other women?” She asks, pressing her chest against your arm. Her soft breasts trap your arm, and you start to become aroused. 

“Getting jealous?” You reply with all the smugness you can muster.

“Who?”

“Jeongyeon, I transferred to her company.” Jihyo looks surprised at your answer. 

“Jeongyeon? Really? I didn’t think she would be the type to keep it going.” Jihyo looks to be deep in thought before snapping back to reality.

“What about you? Have you slept around?” Jihyo purses her lips and avoids your gaze; she gives you mixed signals. While she was doing that, she pressed her body against yours.  

“I…tried, but it wasn’t the same. It never felt as good. The others just wanted to fuck; there was nothing else there.” Jihyo replies after a moment. “So I stopped, but now that I know you live somewhere nearby, I’m hoping that we can be something.”

“But you’re still going to stay with your husband?” 

“...I am,” Jihyo says quietly. 

The door to the elevator opens, and you both step out, continuing your conversation. “Oh, speaking of partners, I met a friend of yours when I was out with Jeongyeon. Does the name Sana ring any bells?” 

“Oh no, she didn’t tell you anything weird, did she?” Jihyo responds.

“No, Jeongyeon would stop her before she could start a story, but she did say that you and her would experiment in college.” Jihyo covers the left half of her face, embarrassed. 

“For the record, it was her idea.” You reach your room and open the door. Jihyo steps in front of you and looks around. The room was rather large; the theme was that of a log cabin, and it gave off a more romantic atmosphere as a fireplace lit up the room. Jihyo threw herself on the bed; her skirt flew up and covered her stomach. The married woman had spread her legs, revealing her lack of panties. Jihyo leans on her elbows as she raises her upper body. “Do you like what you see?” Jihyo answers her question quickly as she casts her eyes downwards and sees your bulge. Jihyo grabs the edges of her skirt and pulls it down between her legs, blocking your view. You step toward Jihyo, and she sits up at the edge of the bed. 

You push her back down, wrapping your arms around her head as you kiss her. You feel the passion coming from her as she bites your bottom lip. Her hands work quickly to unbuckle your belt. “That excited, huh?” You joke, watching her hands rapidly strip you of your lower garments. Jihyo doesn’t say a word; she grabs your pants and underwear and pulls them both down. She grabs your semi-hard cock, and you groan. Her soft hand is wrapped around your shaft as she gives it a small pump. Jihyo stares into your eyes, watching your body jerk from her strokes. You reach for her breasts, moving them side to side and watching them jiggle. Jihyo laughs, seeing you play with them like that. She laughs until you slide one hand under her shirt and pinch her nipple. Your fingers get wet, and Jihyo’s milk leaks from her nipple and wets her shirt. Jihyo shuts her eyes and revels in the tiny bit of pleasure. Your other hand moves her skirt up while you fall over her. Moans start to fill the room; your fingers circle Jihyo’s lips. 

Jihyo kisses you until you’re both out of breath, “Enough of this. I want you inside me already.” She whines. Jihyo lifts her shirt, slowly dragging it along her stomach until she reaches her breasts. With one swift motion, she lifts her shirt above her breasts, making them bounce as she finishes getting it off. Jihyo’s breasts are just as beautiful as the last time you saw them; they’re slightly swollen, and a small bit of milk is running down the nipple you pinched earlier. You start to get your shirt off while inching closer to her breast. You squeeze her other breast as you latch onto her nipple. Your suckling causes milk to flow forth. You remember the rich taste well. Jihyo struggles to get her skirt off, your tongue lapping at her bud, making her moan uncontrollably. “H-hold on, I still need to get out of my skirt.” Eventually, Jihyo is able to get her skirt off. Your eyes shoot downward and see her wet cunt. Jihyo’s nectar has spread to her thighs, coating them. You switch breasts, making sure to drink from both fountains. At the same time, you start to tease Jihyo, rubbing around her clit in a circular motion. Jihyo pushes her chest out, “Please, just fuck me already. I need you.” She whines. 

“Let me enjoy you, Jihyo. I missed your body.” You reply as you push your fingers into her cunt. You hear her gasp as you move past her folds and curl your fingers to hit her sensitive points. You abandon Jihyo’s breast and kiss her, silencing her moans for the moment. Your tongue explores her mouth; Jihyo is powerless to do the same. Pleasure racks her body; she’s unconsciously rocking her hips against your hand. 

“Jesus, fuck! I’m cumming!” Jihyo shouts as her pelvis shoots up. You continue to finger her as she cums, driving Jihyo crazy. Her body shakes until you start to slow down; Jihyo weakly holds onto your arm, trying to stop you. Seeing her in such a state, you slow down and position yourself between her legs. You slap her cunt with your cock a couple of times, drawing weak moans from Jihyo. 

“Are you ready, Jihyo?” You ask jokingly. You take in Jihyo’s tanned body while waiting for her response. It’s beautiful; her big, heavy breasts rise and fall with every breath. Despite being a mother, Jihyo maintained a good figure; her slim waist and wide hips were almost too much to handle for you. Then there was her pretty cunt, a small bush was rested just above it, currently soaked in her nectar. Her legs were lovely, nice thick and soft thighs; you think about how good it must feel to get a thighjob from her. 

“I’m-I’m ready anytime, baby.”

“Oh? I’m your baby now?” You slide between Jihyo’s lips and into her cunt. You bury yourself inside, listening to Jihyo’s rapturous moans. Jihyo wraps her legs around your waist, holding your still so you couldn’t move before she was ready. You get by her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe before whispering in a low tone, “Does that make you my Mommy?” 

Jihyo’s walls grow tighter as she hears you call her mommy. “Yes, Yes. I’ll be your mommy.” You chuckle, thinking about how the pleasure must have gotten to Jihyo. She would probably go along with whatever you said right now. You pull out slowly, reveling in the feeling of Jihyo’s pussy cradling your cock. Jihyo groans; she feels your cock slowly leaving her body for a moment before you ram it back into her. “Agh! Fuck Mommy, please fuck Mommy.” Jihyo begs, her words being slurred slightly. You start to thrust in earnest now; Jihyo’s legs relax around your waist, giving you the space to move. You take Jihyo’s hands in yours, knowing how much she enjoyed that the first time. You raise her hands above her head and nip at her neck. You plant your lips all over her upper body, moving from her neck down to her breasts before going back up.  Jihyo’s bouncing breasts mesmerize you for a time, but you ignore them and kiss Jihyo. Unlike the last one, you move slower, letting Jihyo’s tongue reach out for yours. Her muffled moans turn you on, and you start to thrust faster.

“Uh, uh, Fuck, I missed this. I missed having you inside me.” Jihyo says softly between kisses. You let go of Jihyo’s hands, letting them wander your body as you do the same to her. Her hands mainly stay around your chest, occasionally moving to your shoulders as she holds onto you. Your hands move up and down her side, and you play with her breasts briefly. The soft flesh is irresistible to you, but you don’t want to focus on them too much. You catch Jihyo staring at you and look back at her. A strong silence hangs over the two of you as you continue thrusting. Only the sounds of your bodies colliding and your moans fill the room. 

You break the silence, “I missed this too, Jihyo.” You kiss her, feeling her pour her heart into it. You try to get the mood back to its previous place. “Mommy’s milk tastes good; I want to give Mommy my milk.” You groan. Every time you call Jihyo Mommy, her walls tighten around you, and the soft cradling feeling you had before is replaced with a tightness you hadn’t felt from her before. “Fuck, I’m cumming Jihyo. Where do you want it?” You groan, breaking character.

Jihyo’s legs push you deeper in, and she wraps her arms around you, “I want you to fill your Mommy.” Jihyo’s words trigger your orgasm; you hold onto her ass and drive your cock deep inside Jihyo. Your cum spews forth, covering Jihyo’s walls as it travels toward her womb. You both roar in pleasure, riding out your orgasms together. You feel Jihyo’s walls relax and flex around your shaft, trying to get as much as possible from you. 

Laying together on the bed, you don’t want to pull out of Jihyo just yet. You roll onto your side and cuddle with the woman before you. “That was a little different from last time, but it’s still what I was looking for,” Jihyo says before kissing your cheek. She laughs, feeling slightly embarrassed that she got turned on by being called mommy. You join in and laugh with Jihyo. You caress her cheek while staring into her eyes. The lighting in the room is just enough for you to see the depth in them. You slowly inch toward each other, kissing for what seems like forever. Your fingers interlock without you noticing, and Jihyo rolls onto you. She pushes her hips back; the movement makes you both moan. Your cock begins to harden again. 

The phone in the room rings, interrupting the moment. Jihyo lets it ring a couple of times, not wanting to let the moment go, but eventually, she has to get off to answer it. “Oh, yes. Um, right. Thank you. We’ll be down in ten minutes.”  Jihyo hangs up the phone before looking at you. “Our time is up. I wish we could have spent the entire night together.” Jihyo returns to bed and climbs on top of you, “we at least get ten minutes to shower. Come, let’s not waste it.”

“It’s kind of hard to go to the shower with you on top of me.”

“Carry me,” Jihyo says as she slides your cock inside her. “I’ll get off you once we’re in the shower. You struggle to stand up; Jihyo’s weight and gravity cause her to sink onto your cock with every step.  You don’t complain; the pleasure is more than enough compensation. 

Once inside the shower and with hot water running over your body, Jihyo lifts herself off your cock and kneels before you. “I’ll clean this little guy up, and you can clean me after.” She says in a suggestive tone. Jihyo points your cock to the ceiling and drags her tongue along the underside, moving from base to tip. You moan her name as she uses her tongue along the sides of your shaft. Your knees grow weak as Jihyo sucks on the tip; you want her to take more in. Jihyo stares up at you and knows this. The corners of her mouth poke up for a second; Jihyo shoves more of your cock in her mouth. Her warm wet tongue slowly swirls around your cock; you put one hand on her head and gently push her to take the entire length in.

“Fuck, Jihyo. You’re so good at this.” You groan. Your head has been tilted back as you revel in the pleasure of Jihyo’s skilled tongue working your cock. When you look down at the married woman, you see a lustful look in her eyes. Your cock twitches at the sight, “Jihyo, I’m cumming.” Jihyo uses her throat to pump your cock a few times before backing away and opening her mouth for you. 

“Cum on me.” Jihyo grasps your cock with both hands and strokes you until cum spurts from you. It paints her face, hitting the bridge of her nose and cheeks. As she continues to stroke your cock the final spurt hits over her eye. Jihyo rubs your cum into her skin for the few seconds she has before the water clears it away. Jihyo rises slowly and turns her back to you. She backs up until your bodies are pressed against each other. Your cock sits firmly between her ass cheeks, and you can feel her grind against you. “It’s your turn to clean me.” You begin to clean Jihyo’s body; with soapy hands, you squeeze and knead her breasts. Her coos are music to your ears. You move one hand down her body until you cunt, slipping two fingers inside you, please Jihyo. Her walls squeeze your fingers as you push in deeper.

“Mmm, I’m so close. Just a little bit more.” Jihyo moans in your arms. You adjust your position and slide your cock between her thighs; it runs along her slit. Feeling the heat from it, Jihyo moans. You focus on her breasts and start to kiss her neck. You tease Jihyo’s nipples, repeatedly flicking them while thrusting between her legs. She moans louder than before and moves her head around quickly as if the pleasure was torturing her. You feel her lean on you more as she nears her orgasm. You tilt her head to the side and kiss her as she cums. Her muffled moans slowly grow quiet. 

Her eyes flutter open, and she stares at you, “I wish we could stay like this a little longer.”

“So do I.” Unfortunately, you can’t. Soon, your shower with Jihyo ends, and you both step out while you put your clothes back on. 

Jihyo comes out in an oversized T-shirt. “Our little rendezvous isn’t done yet. I have a surprise for you.” Jihyo takes a few steps away from you and slowly strips off the shirt to show a revealing black dress. Jihyo’s smooth back is revealed to the world in the dress. 

“Wow, you look amazing.” Jihyo thanks you for the compliment and turns to face you. 

“Come on, let’s get going. I’m hungry.” Jihyo checks herself out before she goes out. You follow close behind. You return the key and step back out into the night. “I planned a nice dinner for us.” Jihyo looks to the side, a bit embarrassed. “I just realized I never asked if you were available to do something after.” 

“Of course I am.” You reply quickly. “Lead the way…Mommy.” You whisper, teasing Jihyo. You lead Jihyo to your car, and you’re off to a busy upscale restaurant. “You’re a bit shocked at first that she chose such a place, but you’re also worried about whether you’d be able to afford it. 

Jihyo quickly calms your nerves when it comes to payment. “Nice place, right? A friend of mine owns it; she owes me a favor, and we’re getting to eat free tonight. Isn’t that great? You breathe a sigh of relief and nod your head. Once inside, you’re quickly seated in a back corner, where you would have all the privacy you wanted. You’re attended to quickly, order, and wait for your food. “So Jeongyeon has been coming back to you since you transferred?” 

“Yeah, she has. Er, well, once. She said she didn't want to but then changed her mind pretty quickly. We’ve only slept together once.”

“She didn’t tell me any of that. She must want to keep you for herself.” Jihyo says with a smile on her face. On the inside, she was slightly annoyed that Jeongyeon hadn’t said anything. Jihyo was the one that got her into you in the first place. “What’s stopping her from being with you more often?”

“Well, she has her husband and baby. It’s hard work. Aren’t you in the same position?” You ask. The way Jihyo worded her question made her sound like she had more free time. 

“Almost, I don’t have to work. Or at least I don’t have to often. You know if Jeongyeon doesn’t have time for you, I can be there. My husband still doesn’t pay me any attention, and he’s been working longer hours. If you’re interested, we could do this pretty often. I would have to bring my baby along sometimes, so those days, it would be more like we’re a married couple.” Jihyo says with a laugh.” Though she tries to hide it, you can sense some pain in her words. Jihyo’s confidence is higher than Jeongyeon’s, but you can still tell they face similar problems. 

“I think that would be nice. I wouldn’t mind just being with you when you do have to bring your baby.” Jihyo gives you an earnest smile in response. A change in her tone signals to you that she feels a sense of relief. Jihyo herself felt good about clearing that hurdle in her mind. She knew she had an advantage in spending more free time with you, so she would use it. The interest she held in you was lesser than Jeongyeon’s, but at the same time, she felt something in her heart. The moments she spent with you earlier gave her something. 

Dinner goes by in a flash, and you and Jihyo talk throughout the meal. When it came time to part, Jihyo hooked her arm around you and leaned into you. “I had a great night. I think this is the first date I’ve been on in…” Jihyo grows quiet as she reflects on when her last date had been; nothing comes to mind, though.

You interrupt her, not wanting her to dwell on the conversation. “I had a great night too. I think we did things in the opposite order, though. We’re supposed to fuck after we eat.” Jihyo playfully slaps your arm and laughs. 

“I got excited and didn’t plan things well, okay?” The two of you walk until you reach your car. Jihyo gives you her address, and you begin the drive. It doesn’t take long for Jihyo to fall asleep in the passenger seat. When you arrive, you give Jihyo a peck on the cheek; she stirs slowly. “Hm? Where am I?”

“We’re at your home, Jihyo.” You give Jiyho a proper kiss, “Good night.”

“Good Night. I’ll call you. Get home safe.”

[callsign-dexter]

Ignited Desires (18+)

Request: Ahhhh why do we love him so much !!! You totally fixed me on again with Kelly 😭🔥Now I also wanna send in an idea haha even though my birthday was just last week, you might still wanna get me a late present someday (oh I hope that doesn't sound rude) ILY 💗

My mind maybe thought of something where they are best friends and really close. During one shift you take a nap and get some really sexy dream of you and Kelly and then the alarm goes off, startling you completely. You can't process what your mind just did to you and seeing Kelly then makes you really nervous so you try to avoid him, which confuses him as well. You start overthinking your feelings towards the Lieutenant and you realize you might have feelings for him, more than friendship, which you discuss with Gabby private, but Kelly overhears you and is happy to hear that his feelings get returned, so he does something about it to make you his girl ? 

Hope that's not too weird 🫣

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Firefighter!Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, smut

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A/N: Happy birthday or belated birthday to the anon that sent this in!

Finally, a break in the calls which meant that you could finally catch up on some sleep and you couldn’t wait. You have been on shift for a total of 24 hours now and there have been constant non-stop calls. You worked on Rescue Squad 3 with your best friend Kelly Severide and you loved it, you were the only female to work on Rescue Squad 3 and you were proud of yourself and Kelly was too. You two had been childhood friends who had lost contact and then reconnected when you made it to the fire academy and you both ended up graduating together and getting into the same house.

Recently you had been having more than friend’s feelings for a certain squad member, just seeing him in his work uniform and in action just does something to you. You had just gotten back from a call and jumped out of the truck with ease. You stretched your back and sighed in relief when it popped into place just about the time Kelly came around and smiled. “That sounded like a good one.” He said and you smiled and nodded.

“Indeed, it was.” You said and then returned back to normal and started taking your gear off and heading into the kitchen to grab a drink with Kelly following you. “I don’t know about you but I’m going to go and catch up on some much-needed sleep.” You said and he smiled.

“I don’t blame you. Have a nice nap.” He said and you smiled at him and moved past him and into the bunks. You claimed one and put your drink beside your bed and laid down, your eyes were quick to close and before you knew it you were asleep and in a dream. 

You had just walked into your and Kelly’s apartment after getting off shift and found him shirtless in the kitchen by the stove. He turned around and smiled. “Hello there my gorgeous wife.” He said and you were a little bit confused but you weren’t going to bring it up.

“Hello my handsome husband. What do you have cooking up?” You asked walking over to him and peeking down into the pout as you hugged him and he turned the stove off. 

“Your favorite but I think I want my favorite right now.” He said and before you could reply he kissed you hard. He turned you until you were facing him and he hugged you tightly. Kelly tapped your thighs and you jumped up and he sat you on the very empty counter still kissing you. He moved to your neck and started nipping at your skin and you let out a moan. You threw your head back and grabbed his head burying it further into your neck.

“Kelly.” You moaned out. He smirked and then he was breaking his attack on your neck and taking your shirt and bra off leaving you exposed to the air and him. He was immediately on your right breast taking your nipple into his mouth and giving it the attention it needed and then his other hand was trailing up your thigh and to where you needed him the most. “Kelly, I need you.” You said and popped off your nipple and looked at you.

“You have me.” He said and then attached to your left nipple giving it the same attention that he gave you right nipple as he held himself up and his hand got to your heated core and cupped it. You let out a pornographic moan and he smiled and popped off your other nipple. “That’s the sound I like to hear.” He said as he was quick to get rid of your jeans and underwear leaving you naked on the counter the coolness helped cool down your heated skin. He gently pushed you down until you were lying flat on your back and he kissed down your sternum and down to where you needed him the most. He licked a broad stripe up your folds that had you moaning. 

“Right there.” You said as he ate you out like there was no tomorrow. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard and then he was circling your entrance with his tongue, your hands spread out over the counter with nothing to grip onto. You were a moaning mess. Your body was heating up and there was a light layer of sweat on your skin. What brought you closer to the edge was when he brought his hand to your core and entered a long digit into your awaiting entrance and then he curled his finger and he hit your g-spot. “Kelly I’m close.” You moaned out and you could feel him smirk.

“Cum for me, Baby.” He said and that is exactly what you did. He slurped up your juices when you came down from your high, he was standing up. You looked up at him and his chin was glistening with all the juices that had come out. He was quick to get rid of his pants and you couldn’t help that he was hard as a rock and that had you drooling. “It’s all for you, Baby.” He said and then he was rubbing his erection up and down your slick folds and then pushing into your entrance and you both were moaning out in pleasure. “You’re so tight for me even after I loosened you up.” He moaned out and then he started thrusting into you at a slow pace. No matter how many times you had sex with him he always stretched you in all the right places.

“You’re so big. Stretching me in all the right places.” You said “Move faster.” You moaned out and he complied and he started thrusting faster. He was caging you in as you laid there on the counter, your legs wrapped around him making him thrust into your further. You loved it. You were close to a second orgasm. “I’m close.” You moaned out and then he started to slow down and you looked up at him and he was smirking, he was teasing you. You groaned but he gave a sharp thrust that had you moaning again. You don’t know how much time had passed but he sped up again.

“I’m almost there, Baby.” He said and then his thrusts started to get sloppy. “I’m cumming.” He moaned out and he thrust hard into you and stilled inside you, painting your walls white and that had you cumming too.

“I’m cumming too.” You moaned out and came hard with him. You both came down from your highs and then a loud bell sounded and then everything disappeared.

You jerked awake and looked around and then you heard the bell and was quick to jump up and rush out to the trucks. You didn’t have time to look at yourself in the mirror but you felt flushed. You pushed into the bay just as Kelly appeared in front of you and you froze. “You, ok? You looked flushed.” He said and you nodded.

“Yea, I’m good.” You said and got ready and onto the Rescue Squad 3 truck and sat away from him, normally you would’ve sat next to him but you couldn’t with that dream still stuck in your head so you sat next to Cruz. He looked at you weirdly but one look in his eye had you looking away and down. On the way to the call, you were still thinking about the dream and why your mind had you dream that. Sure, you were catching feelings for him but that was an intense dream and you were married to him. 

The call was quick and you successfully got the person out and sent them on their way to the hospital and now it was time to head back to the firehouse. Again, you opted to sit next to Cruz and you talked to him and the others but Kelly didn’t talk. He was trying to figure out what he had done wrong in the short amount of time when you left to have a nap back at the firehouse. When you arrived back you were out of the truck before it even stopped. Kelly watched you run off and take your gear off. Something was stirring inside of him to figure out what was going on and he was going to figure it out. He walked over to you and when you heard the sound of his boots approaching you looked up and froze. “Oh. Hey, Kelly.” You said and he noticed that you almost sounded nervous.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” He asked and you looked at him.

“Nothing. Nothing is up. Why would you think something is up?” You asked rushing to get your words out, another sign of you being nervous and he looked at you.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked and you looked at him.

“No….” You trailed off and looked for an escape route and that broke his heart. What made you so scared of him in a short period of time? You then saw the girls and were quick to yell out to them and rush over to them. Then you were heading off with them leaving a confused and heartbroken Kelly Severide behind.

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Kelly was still as confused as ever. He tried to think back to what he could've done to make you so nervous of him and he couldn't come up with anything. Not knowing made him want to hunt you down and figuring it out and that's what he intended on doing just that. 

It had been 5 hours since he had seen you and it was slowly agitating him. He made his, what seemed like, 600th trip around the firehouse looking for you until he heard your voice along with Gabby’s voice in the kitchen, he swears that you weren’t there before. “What is up with you avoiding Kelly?” She asked and that made him stop.

“Nothing. What makes you think that I’m avoiding him?” You asked with a nervous laugh.

“I’ve seen him looking for you and whenever you’re around him you walk out of the room. What is going on? What did he do?” She asked.

“He didn’t do anything. Dream Kelly did.” You said and that took him by surprise.

“Dream Kelly?” She asked and you nodded.

“Yes, Dream Kelly.” You said 

“Tell me what happened.” Gabby said, sounding a little too excited. People passed by Kelly but they just kept going on figuring he was just taking a break.

“Ok, so it started out with me coming home and he was shirtless by the stove. I was married to him and it felt wonderful, it felt right. Well then, I asked him what he was cooking and he said it was my favorite and then he said that he wanted his favorite right then and there. He kissed me, hard, then he had me jump up and he laid me on the counter and we had full blown sex. He made me cum twice.” You said 

“Oh, that sounds like you enjoyed this dream.” She said and you nodded.

“Oh, yea I did. It just made me realize that I’m in love with him but afraid to admit it because it would ruin our friendship.” You said and that made Kelly smile, you felt the same way and he was going to do something about it. Just then the bell rang signaling Ambulance 61 and Gabby was rushing off. He made himself busy to make it look like he wasn’t eavesdropping. Once he knew that they were gone he walked into the kitchen. “Oh, hey Kelly.” You said looking at him and he just stood there “Everything ok?” You asked and he nodded.

“Everything is good.” He said and then strolled over to you, he grabbed your face gently and smashed his lips against yours making you grip his arms for support. When he kissed you sparks flew and the breath was knocked out of you, in a good way, you only broke apart when air was desperately needed and he looked at you. Your face was flushed and lips swollen and pupils blown, Kelly was the exact same way. 

“That was…. amazing.” You said breathlessly, he still had your face in his hands.

“I heard what you said when you were talking to Gabby and I feel the same way.” He said and you looked up at him and kissed him again. When you heard noise coming towards the kitchen you broke apart and he grabbed your hand letting go of your face and let him lead you to his quarters. He opened the door and made sure the blinds were shut before turning to you and gently putting you back onto his desk and you moaned at the dominance. 

“Kels?” You asked as he was locking the door and making his way over to you where he kissed you hard once again and then licked your bottom lip which you gladly opened and his tongue dominated over yours quickly. As you two were kissing, the only time you broke apart was when he got rid of both of your shirts, he was quickly getting rid of your clothing and his clothing all at once until you both were left in nothing but your undergarments. Shoes and socks discarded long before the stripping started. 

Kelly broke the kiss and started to attack your neck with kisses, gentle bites and sucking, you were definitely going to have hickeys but you’ll deal with that later. His hands went to your back and expertly got your bra off and threw in the ever-growing pile of clothing he messaged each breast and you moaned leaning your head to the side giving him more access to your neck. Your hands went to his stomach and slowly trailed them down to his underwear and pushed them down and watched his erection come up and slap him in the stomach. Your hand went to it, started to pump it and you felt it twitch in your hand and he moaned into your neck. “Feels so good, don’t stop.” He moaned into your neck and then you got off the desk and down on your knees and looked him in the eye as you took him into your mouth and he moaned. He put one hand on your head not pushing or anything and the other went to his desk for stabilization. His head was thrown back in pleasure and he was moaning which just made you wetter than what you were before. You hollowed your cheeks and took him further into your mouth and felt him at the back of your throat you bobbed your head up and down and that had him moaning. You pulled back until it was just the tip and you swirled your tongue around the tip, you sucked him and then kitten licked him. He looked down at you as he backed up and you released him with a pop and saliva was connecting you and him. You raised an eyebrow. “As much as I want to come inside your mouth, I want to cum inside that sweet pussy of yours.” He said and you cleaned around nothing and moaned. He helped you stand up and then helped you lay back on his desk once again. He got down on his knees and pulled your underwear down and off of your legs and tossed them into the pile of clothing. 

Kelly just stared at your wetness and smirked knowing that he was the one to have done that to you. Just as you were getting ready to say something he was diving in. He started off by licking a broad stripe up your slickened folds and up to your clit where he swirled his tongue around it and bit it gently, causing you to moan. “Kelly, don’t stop.” You said and brought your hands up to your breasts and massaged them as he was holding your legs down since you were trying to buck up into his mouth. He circled your entrance with is tongue and gently slipped in slowly tongue fucking you and it was like heaven. “Kel!” You moaned out when he licked his way back up to your clit and gently bit it, you were so close to cumming. He pulled away for a brief second.

“Shhhh.” He said and you looked down at him. “Gotta be quiet.” He said and you nodded and then dove back in and this time your hands went to his head. You were close but you wanted to cum on his cock and so you were shoving his head back and he looked back at you with a questioning look.

“I wanna cum on your cock.” You said and he smirked and nodded and got up. You were exactly at the right level for him. He positioned himself at your entrance and pushed in and you both moaned out. He bottomed out and he fell on top of you but his weight went to his arms holding him up and not crushing you. Thankfully his desk was pretty empty at the time or everything that would have been on it would be on the ground by now. “Move.” You moaned out and he nodded and started to thrust into you at a slow even pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders, sure to leave indents of your nails into his shoulders, his head was thrown back in pleasure. You pulled him closer to you and that made him grab you by the shoulders and ended up holding you, which meant that he was thrusting deeper into you making you moan into his shoulder. “Faster, Baby. Faster.” You moaned and he started to go faster he then started to kiss you swallowing your moans and then he was pulling away from you.

“Damn, you’re so tight. Squeezing me.” He moaned out. The only sound in the room was heavy panting and skin slapping skin.

“Kel, I’m close.” You said and he nodded and looked at you.

“Me too.” He said and then one of his hands was tailing down to your clit and rubbing it while pinching it, helping you further get your orgasm. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He said.

“So big. So good.” You said blissed out in pleasure. His thrusts started to get more sporadic and his breathing was getting faster and so was yours. “I’m cumming.” You moaned out when he landed a sharp thrust and the combination of him pinching your clit had you cumming.

“Me too, Baby.” He said and then he stilled inside of you and he painted your walls white with his spunk. As you both came down from both of your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum spilled out of you. You sat up on your elbows.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.” You said as you stood up and started to separate your clothing so you both could get dressed. 

“It’s ok. It hurt but now I know the reason. I’m fine with it.” He said as he put on his underwear and you put yours on and then you found your bra and slipped it over your shoulders and he helped you fasten it behind you. 

“So, what does that make us now? We’ve skipped several steps.” You said with a chuckle and he chuckled back as he latched the last hook and then found your pants and handed them to you as he found his. You both put them on simultaneously. 

“I was hoping you would be my girlfriend.” He said as he buckled his belt and you did the same. You paid and looked at him and smiled as he found his shirt and threw it on and tucked it in. He picked yours up and handed it to you. 

“I would love that. As long as you will be my boyfriend.” You said slipping your shirt on and tucking it in.

“I would love that.” He said and then he was taking you in his arms and kissing you. The kiss was starting to get heated again when the bells went off signaling for Rescue Squad 3 and you both groaned and pulled away looking at each other smiling. You both were quick to get your socks and shoes on and out the door. You both got to the bay and got your gear on and then hopped into the truck. You sat next to him, your usual spot and he looked over you just as you did too, he smiled at you and you smiled back. 

You had to thank that nap you took because if it weren’t for that nap and that dream you wouldn't be with the love of your life. You were very thankful for that nap.

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heyyy I was just wondering WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PUT IN THIS FRAT!PETER FICS BC I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT TROUBLE AND PETER! I just melt for them together😭😩❤️

I swear when I'm about to fall sleep he just pops into my head and HAVE to grab my phone to reread some of them. Your writing is just soooo god and I wanted to thank you for creating such a work of art🥵🥵🥵

Also I can't stop thinking about frat!peter being jealous like finding a guy talking who hooked up with trouble and overthinking how different they are from each other? and if the ex fling keeps trying to talk with trouble in a friendly way, he would play it cool? i feel like he would look at them talking and he knows about what happen between them but is kinda nervous? idk

I LOVED BRUJA THANK YOU SO MUCH I HAVEN'T ENJOY READING LIKE THIS IN SOOO LONG🥹🥹🥹

first, peter and trouble are crack. second, thank you very much for enjoying!!!

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peter knows what it looks like to awkwardly chat with an old hookup, he’s done it more than a few times. so, when he watches your eyes dance around the room while you politely laugh in response to the guy in front of you, he just knows.

he’s taller than peter, and he’s not one to be self conscious about his height, but he might now. and he’s got bigger biceps, peter’s spider-man and doesn’t have the build this guy does.

and he’s got nice hair. really nice hair. the kind of hair he knows you love. it’s like peters, but longer and a bit more curly. peter pats the hair on the back of his neck, he’s been growing it a little longer, but apparently not enough.

in a desperate attempt to keep your attention on him tonight, he takes his hat off to throw it on top of the fridge. you always beg him to take it off, it’ll work. he’s sure of it.

it doesn’t. you’re unable to stand still, if he was projecting, he’d say you went from awkward to uncomfortable. peter’s not going to be the guy to barge in, but he takes a step forward, just in case.

it’s like you can feel him, your eyes shoot to his across the room. no words are said or mouthed, but your eyes said enough. ‘help.’ its all he needs.

peter cuts the guy right off, slinging an arm low around your waist. a kiss to your temple, ‘hi, trouble.’ you relax into his touch, you hold on tight to his arm. ‘have you met tanner?’

he hasn’t, and he really doesn’t care to. it looks like tanner doesn’t either, they’re both sizing each other up. peter’s putting on a brave face, but he knows tanner's thinking he’s no competition, and peter can’t help but feel the same.

still, he throws a hand out. ‘sup, man. i’m parker.’ tanner shakes it, ‘sup.’ peter holds his hand a bit too tight, he’s trying to subtly prove that even if he was smaller, he could kick his ass if needed.

tanner asked peter how he knew you, he had to bite his tongue on the disrespect. he knew exactly how peter knew you, his possessive hold tells it all. ‘i’m her boyfriend.’

you dig your nails into his arm, you were caught off guard with the statement. he said it like it was obvious, tanner smirked. ‘ah, lucky man.’ peter really doesn’t like his face.

‘yup. sure am.’ you nudge back against him, peter takes it as a hint to get out of there. he couldn’t agree more. ‘wanna get a drink?’ you nod quick, 'yes, please.'

your 'boyfriend' made a small show of spinning you in his hold, you laughed at the twirl and balanced yourself on his shoulders. 'nice seeing you again,' you forgot who you were with for a second.

'you too, tanner! have a good night.' peter nudged your lower back to get you walking, you didn't make it four steps until you were pulled in for a bruising kiss. every thought melted away, there was only one person on your mind.

'peter,' it puffed out, just like your lips.

'trouble,' he said it like a greeting. you shook your head, leaning in for another, you were lucky tonight, he supplied.

'thanks, boyfriend.'

'that was a typo.'

you scoff. 'no it wasn't, that was you acting like you have one foot up so you don't feel as threatened.'

the choice of words make his skin crawl. peter knows it's not exclusive, exclusive. but he at least thought you both were on a similar page, one that didn't include saying 'so you don't feel as threatened.'

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean, trouble? so i don't feel as threatened? i was doing you a favor, but feel free to go entertain whoever you want, i'll do the same.'

peter's sudden aggression had your head spinning, you tried to grab onto his arm before he left you entirely. 'did i say the wrong thing? i didn't mean to say the wrong thing!'

'i didn't feel threatened until you said i should be. i just really don't like being reminded that i'm a choice you can change your mind on at any time, it's not a good feeling.'

sometimes when he says something to that effect, you want to tell him he could do something about it. sometimes, you let it go and remind him you're not looking for anyone else, if you were, you would've stopped putting up with his shit ages ago.

this is one of the times you put his fears at bay.

'look, peter, that guy, tanner? he's all talk, he seems like some cool guy but he really kind of sucks. in the least commitive way possible, boyfriend, there are no threats.'

'you keep talking about threats.'

'cause you have none!' you exhale deeply, 'i don't like anyone else, okay? and talking to other guys makes me wanna bash my head into a brick wall.'

'you talking to other guys also makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.'

you grin and smooth out a wrinkle on peter's shirt. 'good, we're on the same page, then.'

peter throws an arm around your shoulder while he guides you to the kitchen.

'i'll deny it if you say anything, but i quite like reading at the same pace as you, trouble.'

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Valentine's Day

A/N: Will I ever stop writing poly satosugu? No. No I won't.

Summary: You had been with your two boyfriends for years, and each February they brought a smile to your face. This year seems a bit different although.

TW: Smut, polyamory, choking, AFAB reader, female reader, alcohol mention, alcohol

W/C: 5,664

Your boyfriends were theatrical, Satoru especially. Suguru, if given the chance, much preferred to do things under the radar and special. But then again he was not above putting on a show for you. Especially if Satoru was involved. 

Because of this, it kind of surprised you when neither of them mentioned Valentine’s Day. It was the 12th already and so far there had been no mention of the holiday. You thought it might be because they were busy, but that didn’t mean they would forget, right? You knew you could have said something, but the boys usually planned things. Because of that, you didn’t want to get in the way of anything. So you decided to be discreet about it. You wandered into the kitchen and found them both sitting at the table, meager discussion floating from their lips. 

“Hey.” You murmur, fiddling around the kitchen. 

“Hi bunny!” 

“Hey baby.” 

Your eyes flick up and notice the two giving you smiles. Satoru’s eyes brightening up significantly, his smile akin to something like the sun. Suguru’s head tilted, his grin matching something much more graceful. The moon perhaps. Your sun and moon. You supposed that made you their stars, didn’t it? 

You narrow your eyes before looking down at a spare cup. 

“What do you guys wanna do this week?” You ask, hoping not to be too obvious. 

You fill your cup up with water and lean against the counter. 

“Oh, there was that new movie I was telling you guys about. It comes out on Tuesday.” Satoru thinks out loud. 

“Whatever you want to do baby.” Suguru responds with a tight lip smile, his eyes gently closed. 

Had they really not had anything planned? It was odd, but you didn’t want to push it. 

It wasn’t like you particularly minded doing nothing for Valentine’s Day this year.

That’s what you told yourself at least. 

It was finally Valentine’s Day and you had willfully resigned. This year you were just not going to do anything, and you tried convincing yourself it was okay. You requested the day off in advance, figuring that something would be planned, but it didn’t seem needed anymore. So, you were going to use the day to do nothing. 

When you woke up in the morning, your bed was empty besides you. You had long gotten used to the feeling of your bed being filled to the brim, hot and stuffy after a long night's sleep with multiple bodies. Not seeing the two boneheads made you sad. 

Your eyes float over to the corner of the room, where you stuffed each other their Valentine’s Day gifts underneath a pile of your clothes. Even if you weren’t going to be doing anything today, you still wanted to surprise them with it. 

You get out of bed and patter around the house trying to see if they were anywhere else. Much to your dismay, the house was empty. 

Your stomach grumbles while you pad your way to the kitchen. Normally, Suguru would be whipping up a storm in there while Satoru sat nearby to pester him. The kitchen was empty today, much to your chagrin. With a sigh, you grab leftovers and sit on a stool, flicking your phone open once you see Satoru’s name pop up. 

“Hey! Thought you were gonna sleep forever.”

“Might’ve if I wasn’t alone.” You grumble. 

You hear Satoru chuckle and you look at your food distatefully. The conglomerate of leftovers suddenly becoming the most unappealing thing in the world to you. 

“Poor bunny.” 

“Where are you both anyway?” 

The line is quiet for a second as if Satoru was speaking to someone. 

“Just had to pick up a few things for tonight.” 

“Okay. Will you make sure to get milk too? We’re out.” 

The line cuts to silence once more which confuses you. Usually Satoru had a lot to say, normally you had a hard time getting any words in during a phone call with him. After a couple seconds of silence and what sounds like the phone being muffled, his cheery voice comes back. You and Satoru begin talking again before something rouses you from the conversation. Your doorbell jolts you from the call, but you quickly glaze over it. 

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” He asks. 

“No, probably has the wrong address.” You say and pick at your nails. 

“I'm not so sure.” 

For the sake of entertaining him, you hop off your chair and make your way to the door. Once you open it, you find a black shopping bag on the ground. You look at it in confusion before leaning down to pick it up. 

“Yeah, no, this definitely is the wrong house.” 

Satoru sighs loudly causing you to pull the phone away. 

“Just look in the bag!” He complains like a child. 

“Alright alright.” You sigh before shutting the door, lugging the bag inside. 

Usually you wouldn’t put up much of a fight, but today you were less than amused. 

Once you arrive to your room, you plop the bag down on your bed and rummage through it. There was a white card on the top, peaking your interest. Your name was scrawled in gold on the front, the font looking much too fancy, as well as text on the other side. It read, “Your treasure awaits”. 

Your heart begins to pick up. Satoru was on the line still, but there was no noise coming from him. With shaky hands you open the bag more, finding something else. As you pull it out you notice it’s a tight black dress, exactly your size. At the bottom of the bag there was another white card. On the front end it said “Suguru’s favorite place.” Flipping it over you see what’s written on the back. “You slid into my heart.” 

“Satoru, what is all this?” You question. 

“Looks like you have to find out.” He says joyfully, clicking the line, leaving your mind reeling. 

You pull the dress on and look at yourself in the mirror. It looked really good on you. The boys really enjoyed picking out outfits for you, flaunting you like their own dress up doll. You didn’t mind really, not when they always paid for it. You hold the card in your hand, eyes flicking back and forth over the lettering. Suguru’s favorite place? He wasn’t very picky, he enjoyed lots of places. 

Suguru really enjoyed the museum, you knew that. Images of him walking beside you, reading you all the placards filled your brain. He also liked the cafe that was nestled between stores several streets over. None of those made sense with the clue, though. 

With a deep breath you close your eyes and think back. Each thought brought you back to one place. A park he liked seeing. 

You stuff their gifts in a bag before setting off. 

It was a quaint park. The grass was always green and there was a large field that families enjoyed picnicking at. Off to the side was a playground for children, a long plastic slide crossing the play area. You journey to the playground, eagerly walking to the slide, thinking back to the note that was left in the bag. You see another small bag on the slide and your stomach twists in excitement. 

Opening the bag you notice a small box and another note. The note reads “Satoru’s sweet treats” and on the back says “I’m such a nerd for you”. You chuckle to yourself and open the box, seeing a bright necklace packaged inside. The chain was dainty and it held a diamond at the very end, one that shined brightly in the sun. It was hard getting the necklace on on your own, but you were able to manage after a couple minutes. 

The next location wasn’t any easier to figure out. Satoru had many places he liked going to for sweets, so it was hard to narrow down. 

You think you understood the game now. There would be a present at each location with a card hinting at the next spot. You couldn’t help but notice how the game was so very like the two men. Cheeky, but swirling with romance. 

You had no idea why you were so worried they had forgotten the date. 

After much inner debate you decided to go to his favorite candy store. It was fairly decent in size as it had to accompany the wide range of treats stored inside. It looked mostly empty when you entered, rows of colorful concoctions lining the walls. Your legs carry you down the aisles while you think back to the hint on the card. It made you want to check for their selection of nerds and sure enough, there was another bag nestled between boxes. This time it was filled with a bracelet, matching your necklace. The employees blush and comment to each other when you walk up, requesting help for your bracelet. They wished you a happy Valentine’s Day and you’re left to exit the store. The idea of Satoru and Suguru coming inside to hide your gift and explaining to the workers what they were doing made you chuckle to yourself. 

The day continued much like that, each time you were led across town to find more gifts. The final note was the most confusing. All it said was “back to where it all began” without any other clues on the back side. You thought back to where you and the two had spent your first date. It was a secluded forest, a canopy of trees surrounding the three of you. You remember Satoru laying on his back, Suguru reclined with his hands keeping him up behind him, and you sitting with your legs crossed. You talked for hours. 

Once arriving, you find the last bag. Inside was a hair clip, donning an amethyst and a turquoise. The two men fit so well together it was no wonder their birthstones did as well. The card inside the bag only had a phone number on it, so you flipped open your phone to dial it. A nice man answered, asking if you were Satoru’s and Suguru’s girlfriend. With a blush you confirm, hearing an engine starting on the other end. He told you he would be there shortly to pick you up. 

This game was fun, and you really enjoyed all your gifts, but you were hoping you would be seeing Satoru and Suguru soon. Material items were nice, but they meant nothing if your partners weren't there by your side. 

The car ride was relatively short but still felt extremely glamourous. You rode in a black sleek car, cushions softer than any other vehicle you had been in before. The driver drops you off at a five star hotel, bidding you a farewell before speeding off. You get the room number from the front desk and rush to the room. You nervously look at the door in front of you before knocking on it gently. While you wait, you bounce on your toes and heels and let your mind wander. The game had lasted hours, and your nerves were about to swallow you whole. 

The door swings open, the force making your eyes widen in surprise. Satoru stood there in a white button up, eyes wide and frantic. 

“Hey.” You speak, your eyes slowly trailing across his body. 

Satoru’s hand flies out and grabs you, pulling you into the room. Your back is pressed against a wall and his lips are on yours. Part of you wanted to tell him to slow down, but the way his mouth felt against yours had your mind swimming. 

Satoru’s tongue glides out, sliding against your bottom lip before you part your mouth open. His hands roam across your body, not settling anywhere for too long. His presence was overwhelming, suffocating and somehow not enough. 

More, you needed more. If it was possible to fuse souls you were sure you would’ve by now. 

Your hands clutch his shirt, if it wasn’t as expensive as it was there was a real chance you would’ve torn it. 

“Satoru, I was only gone for five minutes.” A familiar voice speaks behind Satoru. 

He pulls his lips from yours and stares deeply into your eyes, the tension palpable. 

“Couldn't resist.” Satoru speaks, his tone heavy. 

He pulls away from you and you feel yourself deflate, body aching for more. 

“Our girl is just too beautiful.” 

Satoru pulls you away from the wall, presenting you to Suguru. His hands hold your waist still while his chin rests on your shoulder. 

You look at the man in front of you. Suguru was dressed in a black button up, his hair swept up into a bun. His fox eyes slowly slide down your body, taking you in. 

“You look beautiful baby.” Velvet words grace your ears. 

After all this time, still, still he made your heart flutter. 

He takes a step forward, lifting up your hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours, before pulling your hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day princess.” 

Suguru’s words float over to you, but you’re almost too distracted by the both of them to fully understand what he said. 

“Thought you guys might’ve forgotten.” 

Suguru pulls you away from Satoru and further into the room, and you notice a table in the middle of it. There were two candles placed on top, with three plates spaced evenly. Only now do you recognize a heavenly scent filling the room. 

“Us? Forget Valentine’s Day?” Satoru laughs, pulling your chair out for you. 

Satoru sits in one of the chairs opposite you, watching as you take everything in. 

“It’s possible! I was about ready to order take out all by myself and watch the notebook on repeat.”

“Unfortunately you’re stuck with us.” Suguru graces you with a small grin. 

“What’s for dinner?” You ask, watching Suguru carefully lift off the lid over your plate, then moving on to remove his and Satoru’s. 

“Steak! Although Suguru insisted on making it himself.” 

Suguru raises an eyebrow at Satoru before sitting down next to him. Scents from the meal slowly waft up to your nose, making your stomach grumble. 

“I’m pretty sure you told me you liked my cooking better than anyone else’s.”

“And you caved immediately!” Satoru responds cheekily, making Suguru huff in annoyance. 

Suguru was stuck trying to defend himself while you and Satoru were ignoring him, beginning to cut your steak. He eventually gave up, grumbling to himself before popping open a bottle of champagne. 

“You should’ve seen him. He was running around the big fancy kitchen trying to prepare everything. I wish I caught it on tape. Do you think I could ask the hotel for their security footage?” Satoru rambles, popping a piece of steak in his mouth. 

“I can picture it perfectly. How’d they let you in anyway?” 

“Satoru bought their silence, he’s a sneaky dog.” Suguru answers, pouring champagne into both of your glasses, purposefully avoiding Satoru’s. 

The meal tasted just as wonderfully as you could’ve imagined. It melted on your tongue, Suguru’s cooking never failing to amaze you. You were glad that Satoru convinced him to cook. You had fun eating at restaurants with them, but nothing quite compared to Suguru’s cooking. 

“How long do we have the room for?” You ask, looking around at the wide open space. 

You had never been in such a fancy hotel before, you didn’t even wanna know how much one night costed. 

“Satoru just gave them his card so we can stay for as long as we like.” 

“Is there anything your money can’t buy?” You cast a look over to Satoru who was happily humming while eating. 

“Nope!” 

The rest of the meal you and Suguru poke fun at Satoru, teasing him for treating money so fickly. Your laughter filled the room, making it feel even more homey when paired with the food. 

Then again, you were sure anywhere would be home as long as they were with you. 

Champagne flowed through your veins and you swore the bubbles did too. It felt like your skin was burst alight, your body floating on happiness. 

You hum and reach out a hand, grabbing onto Satoru’s hand. 

“Wanna dance.” 

His eyes light up at your request and he turns to Suguru. The two men share a look before Satoru is hopping out of his chair, quickly heading towards you. The air of excitement he held only floated over to you, raising you up even higher. 

You felt so good. 

You kick off your heels and tiptoe carefully to the middle of the room. Satoru’s arms latch onto you, getting in position. It wasn’t long before Suguru strolled over to sit on the bed and watch, his phone held tightly in his hand while he played music. 

You couldn’t follow the beat even if you tried, luckily Satoru was there to guide you through it. He teases you, his airy laughter tickling your ear. You could feel Suguru’s gaze on the both of you as he watched his lovers sway back and forth. Satoru’s body felt warm pressed against yours, his firm hand gripping your lower back. 

Suguru leaned back and continued to leisurely sip from his glass, affection pouring over his features. He was thinking back to your earlier conversation. Could you really think they would have forgotten? Never in a million years would they forget you. 

The room was spinning. No, wait, shit, were you spinning? You didn’t care. Your laughter echoes off the walls as you stand on your tiptoes to attempt to reach Satoru’s height. 

You stop for a breather, hand clutched tightly in Satoru’s shirt. Suguru excuses himself to remove the plates of food, wanting to clear up space. 

“That was so much fun.” You say breathlessly. 

“Yeah? Want to have some more fun?” 

You arch a brow but your question was answered before you could even ask it. Satoru had backed you up against the bed, making you collapse on it. You pull him down with you, relishing in the feeling of his full body weight against yours. 

“Yes.”

His lips are on yours in an instant, fanning the flames under your skin. You could tell he was restraining himself a bit, his hand clutched tightly next to your head. 

“Touch me, Satoru.” Your words leaked desperation.

“Fuck, don’t say that. We gotta wait for Suguru.” His actions don’t align with his words. 

His tongue caresses against yours, his skin tingling once his tongue dips into your mouth. He had kissed your mouth billions of times, but each time he did he swore there was new territory for him to mark and explore. 

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself tonight, Satoru.” Suguru chides from behind him. 

Satoru pulls away and you feel an ache underneath your lips, begging for his lips once more. 

“She started it.” 

“Yes, we do have a needy girl on our hands, don’t we?” 

Satoru moves out of the way, exposing Suguru to you. Your breath hitches at the sinful expression he holds while staring down at you. 

His hands reach out to grab you, pulling you up to stand. His presence is overwhelming as he turns you around, pressing you against the empty table. You follow his motions to guide you down, his lips ghosting over your skin. 

“Look so wonderful for us darling.” His words muffle against your skin as he places chaste kisses against your neck. 

You can feel yourself shake beneath him, desperate for more. He was teasing you, but what kept you through it was knowing how satisfying everything would be once he deemed it time. 

“Need it Suguru.” You whimper, fingers dug into his shoulders. 

The heated atmosphere shifts, now drowning you in a lake of fire. Suguru pulls you up from the table and makes you lay on the bed. Your skin is prickling in anticipation, staring up at him. He leans down to press his lips against yours, quelling the fire inside. His tongue feels plush against yours as he drags it through your mouth. Suguru pushes your dress up to pull it off your head, only parting from your mouth to get out of the way. His tongue glides against yours and you taste the bitter bite of the drink, and you wondered if you could get intoxicated off the taste of it alone. Then again, you could always get drunk on him. 

Suguru pulls back and kneels against the bed, spreading your legs open for him. He dips his head down, pulling your underwear off you at an agnoizing pace. Satoru whistles, causing you to snap your head up to look at where their gaze lay. Your underwear peeled from your pussy, strings of need attaching to it. 

“Fuck.” Suguru whispers under his breath as he glides the clothing down your thighs. 

You’re suddenly filled with insecurity, wanting to close your legs. Their eyes stared deep into you, mesmerized by your lust. 

“Don’t just look…” You whimper. 

Suguru refocuses himself and smiles, trailing fingers up your thighs to spread you out. 

“My apologies princess.” 

You want to scoff but the noise doesn’t make it out of your throat in time before a whimper escapes. You can feel the eagerness building up inside you as his lips ghost over you. The first time you feel his tongue press against you, you let out a guttural moan. It appeases Suguru, his tongue diving in deeper. He laves it against your clit, tasting the sweet nectar you leaked. You watch as the tendons in his hands flex as he clutches your thighs, bringing you down further against his mouth. 

Your hole clenches pitifully as he pleases you. The warmth of his tongue teases your clit, moving in a circle. 

The bed dips beside you and you see Satoru next to you, his hard cock in his hand. His eyes were glued to the way Suguru devoured you. 

“Satoru.” You say in a whiny voice. 

Precum leaks from his tip like a faucet, the sight making your heart pound. 

You reach up and grab his cock, experimenting with a couple slow strokes. His chest heaves in response, echoes of low moans falling from his lips. 

Suguru wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, your heels digging into his shoulder blades. He could feel the way you trembled beneath him, causing his cock to stiffen below. 

Not yet, this was about you. 

You pick up the pace, tugging Satoru much faster, mind caught between the bliss of Suguru’s mouth and bringing Satoru to the edge. 

“How’s he making you feel bunny?” 

You hang your head back, unable to focus on anything besides the primal desire within you. Suguru’s tongue strokes against you, working you up. 

“Good- so so good.” The words sound foreign coming from you, your throat dry. 

“Gonna cum on his tongue, right?” Satoru asks. 

You moan louder, your thighs a mess of spit and your fluid. 

“Yes, fuck need to cum.” 

You squeeze the tip of his cock before sliding your hand down. Satoru whimpers lowly as he tries to not thrust into the palm of your hand. 

Suguru dips his tongue once, twice, into your hole before bringing it back up, teasing your clit once more. Your mouth hangs open as you look back down at him, truly believing god himself was between your legs. Your legs twitch on either side of his head while you shamelessly grind further into his tongue, so close you could almost taste it. It rushes over you suddenly all at once and you’re cumming on Suguru’s tongue, body thrashing underneath him as he tries to hold you down. It gives him a burst of excitement seeing how you lose yourself beneath him.  

He reluctantly pulls away from you, watching how you glisten below him. You try to regulate your breathing but fail miserably. Heavy hands work their way across your skin, attempting to bring you back down. It looked like the two were exchanging places. Suguru sits next to you on the bed, nudging a piece of your hair out of the way. His eyes were filled with warmth, nothing but admiration and love in the way he looked at you. It almost made you want to shy away from how intense it felt. He looked at you like he didn’t give you an earth shattering orgasm less than a minute ago. 

Satoru’s thighs nudge your legs open wider, bringing your attention back towards him. His hairline was lined with sweat, desperation to feel something, anything corrupting his body. His cock stood at attention, in front of you. 

“Please let me fuck you princess, need it, need you.” His voice sounded helpless. 

You dig your teeth in your lip and nod, eager to feel him inside you. His tip slides down your opening and you force your eyes shut. Pleasure courses through your body, the idea of feeling more made your mind reel.

Satoru slides inside you slowly, his cock beginning to stretch you out. Your mouth hangs open and suddenly you can’t breathe. You could not get enough oxygen. It felt like you were surrounded by their love, surrounded by the lust you three shared. 

He moans, struggling to keep his composure. His fists clench against the bed as he bottoms out completely. 

A moment of silence is shared between you while you appreciate the other, enjoying how each other's skin felt. 

“Ready, bunny?” He asks breathlessly, his patience running thin. 

You nod, trapping his hips in between your legs. 

He thrusts in, starting to fuck you. 

Your moans bounce off the walls around you. You try to grasp onto something, anything to ground yourself. The force of his cock was knocking all the screws loose in your head, you couldn’t think. 

His eyes squeeze shut as he goes. It looked like he might have been mumbling something under his breath. 

Your clit throbs at the neglect, needing to feel pressure. You grab one of Satoru’s hands, guiding it between your legs. 

He lets out what sounds like a breathless chuckle. Taking the hint, he begins to circle your clit with his finger. 

Suguru moves on the bed, kneeling behind your head, his cock above your face. It’s inches away, the mere sight of it making you salivate. 

“Wanna do something for me, beautiful?” He asks.

Your elbows prop up bringing you closer to him. You close your eyes and stick your tongue out, sliding up against his sensitive balls. He grunts lowly above you. Your mouth felt like heaven to him as you carefully suck his balls. 

Satoru picks up the pace, the sight of you pleasing Suguru searing into his brain. He couldn’t focus on all of it at once, it felt like his brain was short circuiting. His hips stutter as he leans forward, desperate to get Suguru’s cock in his mouth. 

Suguru’s chest heaves. The sight in front of him bordered on something holy. His two beautiful partners were in front of him, cherishing his cock. How lucky was he? 

Your mouth gently glides over, paying attention to both sides of Suguru’s delicate flesh. Satoru slides his tongue against Suguru, feeling his cock twitch in his mouth. 

Suguru pulls Satoru off, an audible pop ringing out. Satoru pouts up at Suguru, wanting to suck him off even more. 

“Fuck, you have to stop or I’m gonna cum.” Suguru chastises, his eyebrow twitching. 

You place several kisses around, ignoring him. Only when you feel Satoru start slamming into you harder do you come back to the moment. He holds your hips, keeping you in place as he molds your pussy to his cock. 

You hear lip smacking above you, the sound of Satoru’s moans being muffled against Suguru’s lips. Suguru holds his face steady while his tongue swirls inside Satoru’s mouth. The taste of his own precum mixed with Satoru’s saliva made his brain feel hazy. 

“Feels so good, feels so good!” Satoru pulls apart to chant. 

Suguru smiles as he watches his boyfriend fall apart in front of him. 

“She does, doesn’t she? You should be thanking me Satoru, for allowing you to let you use her first.” 

His words have your pussy clenching around Satoru’s cock, making it borderline impossible for him to keep fucking you. 

Satoru whimpers helplessly, his hands digging into your tender flesh. 

“T-thank you Suguru, thank you!” Satoru’s gulping down oxygen. 

Suguru hums, seemingly placated for now. 

“You’re so welcome.” Sickingly sweet. 

Satoru’s movements lose all rhythm, all reasoning thrown out the window as he chases his high. 

“Gonna cum.” He murmurs, looking down and watching how your body all but sucks him in. 

“Ask for it.” Suguru orders. 

“Please let me cum now, please I can’t, she’s feels so fucking-“ 

Suguru slides two fingers into Satoru’s mouth and he eagerly wraps his hand around his wrist while sucking. 

“What a good boy, of course you can.” 

You feel Satoru’s hips stutter before his cum shoots out inside you. 

Satoru moans loudly, all noises slightly garbled from Suguru’s fingers. Ecstasy fills your veins as you watch the sight above you. Beautiful beautiful men. His cock stills inside you while he pulls off Suguru’s hand. His body weight feels heavy against you as he leans over, pressing soft kisses along your throat. Suguru whisks himself off the bed leaving you only a moment of reprieve before he took Satoru’s place. He spread your pussy and grinned to himself. 

Oh how he and Satoru loved to make a mess out of you. 

“How we feeling pretty girl?” His voice calms your body. 

You can’t find any words to say so you just grumble and wiggle below him. He chuckles before nodding his head, dragging his hands up your body leaving goosebumps trailing behind. 

“So good for us, always so sweet.” He utters praises in between kisses down your chest. 

“Just hold on a little bit longer princess.” 

His tip rubs through your folds and you feel your body react instantly. Suguru pushes the head inside and revels how your back immediately arches up, hands clawing at his exposed chest. 

“Relax, relax. I’ve got you.” He speaks so quietly you swear you feel your heart stop beating for a moment 

He lowers himself down until your skin presses against each other. His nipple and belly piercings drag against your sensitive skin as he sinks deeper into you. Suguru’s lips part, mirroring yours while he watches your face contort into complete pleasure. 

You try not to acknowledge the fact that his caramel eyes are flicking across your face. You wouldn’t be able to stand it if you saw how much he adored you. 

He presses a kiss to your forehead before he begins to fuck you. His cock drags in your walls, Satoru’s cum making it easier to slide through. Suguru tries to keep his composure as he watches you beneath him. He snakes a hand between you two and massages your clit. 

Your body jolts beneath him as you moan into his neck. Both of them made you feel so good it almost made you wonder. Were humans allowed to feel this good? 

Suguru hits deep inside you, his quiet moans mingling with yours. You look up and make eye contact with him, his pools of caramel swallowing you whole. His fingers speed up and you could feel yourself falling closer. You reach up and wrap a hand around his throat, bringing him down closer to your lips. Your lips smash together while he winces, your hand still wrapped around his throat. 

“Fuck, yes, just like that baby.” His voice sounded husky, a combination of the pressure on his throat and the lust that consumed him. 

You were going to be sore tomorrow but you didn’t care. You feel yourself start to cum and Suguru keeps pumping into you, bringing you down even more. 

“Good girl, good girl.” Your chest twists and turns at his voice. 

Suguru listens to the melody of your moans surrounding him while he slams into you. His cock forces itself into you even deeper as it twitches, cum draining out into your tight walls. His cum mixed with yours and Satoru’s, creating something sinful as it leaks down your body. You could hardly catch a breath as he started to drag himself out of you. 

You suddenly felt extremely empty and exposed, feeling the two men’s eyes bore into you. 

They share two kisses before Satoru is cleaning up between your legs, his loving cooes escaping his lips. 

After you get all cleaned up you cuddle in the bed together, basking in each others presence. 

“Oh, my gift is gonna seem lame now.”

Satoru turns to you and Suguru’s eyes widen. They hadn’t really expected anything from you. You bought them something every year, but they always told you you didn’t have to. 

“You got us something? Where?” Satoru’s voice peaks. 

“It’s in the bag by the table.” Your eyelids start to feel heavy. 

You sink further into the bed, enjoying the feeling of Suguru’s fingers stroking your side. 

Satoru hops off the bed and brings the bag over, rummaging through it. A big box of chocolates, definitely for Satoru. For Suguru, a teddy bear. 

“Too cheesy?” You ask, feeling self conscious. 

They had got you this hotel room, even going so far as to create a whole game to lead you to them, all of it was better than perfect. 

Satoru tackles you on the bed, quickly placing kisses all over your face. 

“It’s perfect bunny!” His words are slightly muffled from your face. 

Suguru grabs the teddy bear and grins, holding it close to his chest. 

Joy bursts from your skin and you try your hardest not to show your excitement. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” They say back, pulling you close.

[mxtantrights]

Omg, girl!! Im the one who requested the "enemies" to lovers with Jason Todd one, and GIRL. I loved it. Was better than i was expecting. Please, write part two!( kiss scene? Hehe)Or a whole Bible if you want. Honestly, i only said a "quick" one because i was trying to be polite, didn't want to push or anything lol.

Anyway, thank you for writing my request!!

thank you soo much!! <333 this is a second parter to this post, but it can be read as a stand alone. hope you enjoy it as much as I liked continuing it!!

The kiss happens in two parts. Not to say that you can carefully dissect it into two parts, but that the kiss almost happens once and then it finally does, kind of.

Once when the two of you are on mission. In a slimy dive bar in some redacted location. You've been following your mark all day and ended up here. He's slinging back cheap shots of an off brand liquor as you and Red watch from the roof of the place.

He's been followed all day and hasn't made you once, which is a good thing. Or a bad thing. So you and Red decide to switch it up. There was no need to drag it out any longer. You could confront him and get the info you needed.

That was the plan.

Until the two of you were about to corner your mark. You were waiting on the street and Red was on the other side of it. It was going well until all of a sudden he met up with a familiar face. Falcone. Red pulled off his side of the street quickly and met up with you.

He doesn't say much. He doesn't say anything at all as he takes your arm and drags you around the wall of a store. You have half the mind to question him but you don't. Until he starts taking off the bottom part of his mask.

You try to stop him, but he crowds into your space. He whispers a very clear apology for being too close to you. And then he explains that him being here, would be a dead give away to Falcone. He might blow up whatever plans he has.

Both of you can hear them walking your way. And the only thing you can think of is apologizing to Red before fitting his fcae right into your neck. In the darkness of the night no one can really see his helmet. Or both of your suits.

They walk by without any second thought to the two of you. And you wait about five seconds before telling Red he was okay to pick his head up from your neck.

The drive to he motel was awkward to say the least.

The second time is when you're in the middle of changing in said motel. It's the last night of the mission. You're just about ready to go home to your comfortable bed and front door that has more than one lock.

Red is in a room on this floor. But the two of you haven't run into each other outside of your masks. It's weird. Like weird as in, it probably should have happened by now, but it hasn't. You think to yourself maybe the universe isn't ready to answer that question yet.

With a towel wrapped around your body you're about to start changing into your sleep wear when you hear something odd. A pop coming from outside. Then another one.

You grab your firearm and go over to the door. You look through the peep hole and see nothing. But you know you heard something. So you open the door , just to peek your head out. And at the right time too.

All of a sudden you see a tall man, white streak of hair, coming your way. He's wearing sweatpants and a black muscle tee. Once he makes eye contact with you, he starts running your way. You don't have time to close the door before he's standing in your face begging you to kiss him.

He's out a breath, and he's practically begging at this point. You're not about to kiss a random man. But when you hear the following footsteps you know he is in danger.

So you agree. And this guy apologizes to you in advance as he leans you against your door and cradles the back of your head with his hand. You almost sort of melt into the kiss. Just for a second. only for a second actually.

Because you realize, the way this man just apologized for what he was about to do, is the same way Red apologized to you the other night. And your brain feels like it's on fire because you realize this isn't some random man. This is Red.

This is Red and you know what he looks like. And he definitely knows it you because your'e the same person he saved in the alleyway in Gotham. Coincidences like that don't happen. Especially when you kind of hinted at it with the first word you said to him as a civilian.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⟡ Frankie Morales x F!Reader

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⟡ After recruiting you to be his plus one for yet another wedding, Frankie can't help but ruminate on and regret the last one he brought you to.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⟡ Hey, Lolabee!! I'm super excited to finally share that I'm your secret Valentine!! I apologize in advance for posting this so late in the game; exam week has been super hectic. That being said, I decided to give myself a little bit of a challenge and write something for Frankie for the first time ever. I should preface this by saying that when I read your prompt for rom-com vibes, I immediately began filing through all of my favorite rom-coms. And since my current favorite is Plus One, this fic is very much inspired by it!! Happy late Valentine's Day!! (dt: @thelightsandtheroses) (divider credits: @cafekitsune)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⟡ fluff with little bits of angst (regardless, minors, please do not interact), no physical description given to the reader except for the fact that she wears makeup, mentions of alcohol and references to the reader drinking, the slightest references to Frankie's past, this fic is almost entirely removed from the movie's canon (these characters are basically my paper dolls that I'm making do cute things<3), idiots in love, they tease each other, they go to a wedding, misunderstandings occur, but it all works out <3

“You’re bringing your own tissues this time, right?” Frankie called from where he sat at the edge of the bed. He’d slept in far worse places. But he could already feel new knots forming on top of the old ones in his back. Needless to say, he wasn’t looking forward to spending yet another night attempting to sleep on the dense hotel room mattress.

You replied from the bathroom, “Oh, yeah, don’t worry. I’m prepared.”

“You better be. Because you’re not using my tie to blow your nose again.”

If you were in the room, Frankie could’ve practically felt your glare burning a hole through him. But instead he only heard the clear exasperation in your tone when you answered, “I did not use your tie to blow my nose.”

“Might as well have…” he mumbled. Santi’s wedding had claimed that casualty. By the end of the ceremony you’d soaked his tie in tears and covered it with a fine layer of translucent powder from dabbing your face off. And as much as he teased, he hadn’t minded it. He hadn’t minded it any more than he’d minded the distant friends and relatives who’d assumed that you were his girlfriend. Which…wasn’t an insulting assumption by any means.

The next time – at Benny’s wedding – Frankie brought you tissues. He didn’t like to think about Benny’s wedding. But if there was one thing he was happy about, it was that he’d thought far enough ahead to bring them for you. He was glad to see your smile. To feel your arms wrap around him as you thanked him and told him he was such a sweetheart. He was also grateful for the Hawaiian sun; for the developing sunburn that had prevented you from seeing how much that one nickname made his cheeks flush in that moment.

Your head popped out of the bathroom doorway, your makeup only half done, to aim a smartass smile at him with your lined lips. “Hey, I like to think of it as a gift. You should too.”

“Your ability to cry at the drop of a hat?”

“You're damn right,” you said indignantly.

Frankie sighed, pushing his hair back for about the dozenth time. He then laid back on the bed and stared up at the popcorn ceiling. “If we’re lucky, this is the first and last time you’ll need to worry about packing some to begin with. Will’s the last stop on the wedding train.”

The thought almost made him misty eyed. Within a few hours, he’d be the last single man in his crew. The last one awake at the sleepover. Eyes so wide they were practically ablaze staring through the uncertainty of night. Unable to find sleep. Unable to believe he’d ever find it to begin with.

Your voice cut through his trance. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Maybe next year we’ll get an invite for Tom’s second wedding,” you teased. 

Frankie rolled his eyes. At least he could take some sort of comfort in that. Redfly had tried out the whole settling down thing. And it just didn’t work. Frankie wished his buddies well, but he couldn’t help but feel deep down that they’d never be made for domesticity. They weren’t made for teary-eyed speeches and destination weddings. 

“Don’t count on it,” he drawled.

“Don’t count on it,” you mimicked Frankie’s slow, gruff voice which earned a small laugh from him. “I’ll tell you what, I bet you that Ben’s best man speech isn’t going to be nearly as good as Will’s was.”

He attempted to recall what Will had even said only a few months prior. It had to have been good, the man was a public speaker, for Christ’s sake. He guessed, “That one was long, right?”

“Yeah…don’t you remember it? Frankie, were you even there?”

“I was there alright.” He laughed to mask the wince he wanted to let out. Then he cleared his throat, throwing out another vague guess, “But I seem to remember that by the end of it, he needed some damn tissues too.”

“If you had a shithead little brother who managed to get married before he could experience massive head trauma, you’d probably get a little choked up too.” You added more to yourself than to him, “God, Frankie, how do you forget a speech like that? It was fucking beautiful.”

There was a very high likelihood that he had forgotten. Frankie spent almost every day following that entire night trying to forget it. And he wondered how in the world you remembered it either considering how much you’d drank.

If you could remember what Will had said…you should’ve remembered what you’d said too, right? You, standing in the bathroom and observing yourself in the mirror as you combed through your lashes to separate them, had to have known what you said to him that night. Because he knew it. Whether he liked it or not, he had that particular speech memorized with the way it ran through his head.

Frankie had known you were in a tough spot. Hell, it was part of the reason why he’d brought you along; part of the reason why Benny had insisted Frankie take you. 

She just got broken up with, Frankie had tried to reason.

Benny had merely smirked, Which is the exact reason why you should invite her out. Give her a chance to get fucked up. Spend the night with one of the bachelors. It’s the quintessential wedding experience.

Frankie couldn’t have even pretended to mask his disgust at the idea. But he couldn’t lie…bringing you along again sounded leagues above going alone. 

And now, sometimes he wished he had toughed it out instead.

No matter how much he tried to forget, the details always flashed through his mind. The way your fingers ran through his hair. How your touch managed to stay so soft despite how completely out of it you were. But that’s how you’d always been with him. Even at his absolute worst points when he was a less than ideal man, you found some shred of decency inside him that you never hesitated to cradle and nurture.

Maybe that’s what had made those tangles form in his stomach; the idea that he was taking advantage of that kindness.

Because that wasn’t…you. You wouldn’t have done that in your right mind. If your boyfriend hadn’t just broken up with you. If you hadn’t just found out that the entire time Nick had been cheating on you with that woman from accounting in his office. If you hadn’t drank way too much. None of this would be happening if you weren’t at your absolute lowest. 

So he wiped the slate clean. It’d almost always been easy to do that. To simply forget. But he should’ve known better by now. Those things he somehow managed to lock up always found a way to ooze out of the cracks in his facade.

There were a few times Frankie thought you might crack during the ceremony. Especially when Will read out his vows, because of course the guy went the extra mile, delivering them with that stern reverence that made him the kind of guy you wanted on your team. 

But you didn’t cry. This time…you grabbed his hand. It almost didn’t occur to him that you had until Will kissed his now wife and you squeezed Frankie’s hand in excitement. For a moment, he wondered if you’d managed to get a drink in before the ceremony. You couldn’t have; the bar wasn’t supposed to open until afterwards. He knew it couldn’t have been an alcohol induced action but he was still afraid to acknowledge it. 

So he kept as still as possible. Even when the ceremony ended and you began to pull him around the venue. Though he knew his hand was getting clammier with every minute that passed, he let you drag him around the little circles of friends and family of the bride and groom. He had checked out enough that he didn’t quite realize what he’d gotten himself into until you were bringing him to the dance floor and positioning his hands on your hips.

Only when you let go of his hand and placed your own on his shoulders did it strike him how similar this felt to that night at Benny’s wedding.

You spoke like you were treading thin ice. “That speech was…surprisingly alright.”

“And you didn’t cry,” he remarked equally as carefully.

“I didn’t cry!” you exclaimed.

“It would’ve been fine if you had.”

You shook your head, “That wasn’t the kind of speech you cry at. It was simple. Sweet. I liked it. Who would’ve thought Benny’d have it in him, right?”

“So what do you do for that kind of speech?” Frankie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A polite clap. Maybe a cheer.”

“A cheer? Maybe you should’ve brought your pom poms instead of tissues.”

The way you scrunched up your nose into a playful grimace tugged at his heartstrings. Then you laughed, “Shut up.” God, he loved when you and him fell into this groove. 

So he continued with the bit, “You should get some for Tom’s wedding. The guy deserves a whole damn squad if he gets all tied up again.”

“Thought you said I shouldn’t count on it?”

“If you’re gonna count on anyone getting married soon, it’s better if it was him.” Frankie clicked his tongue, “Not like I’m going off the market anytime soon.”

“Oh, Frankie, stop it.” Your smile dropped ever so slightly, eyebrows turned inward as you gazed at him with something akin to pity or sympathy; he wasn’t sure which was worse. “You have no idea what the future could bring.”

“Not a wedding, that’s for damn sure.”

Your expression only intensified. He recognized it well after the amount of times you’d talked him off a ledge. “You can’t just discount the possibility entirely,” you argued.

“I can and I will,” he said stubbornly.

You were quiet for a few seconds, “So you’re telling me you’ve never thought about it? I mean…who would your best man be?”

“I’m not answering that.”

Your lip quirks to the side of your face as you feign a contemplative look before concluding, “Probably Santi.”

“Look at you, you did it for me,” Frankie deadpanned.

“I could plan the whole damn thing for you, don’t test me.”

“Why’s that?”

This time you pressed your lips together. And Frankie swears he felt you stumble over your own feet ever so slightly; like he’d caught you off guard with the query. “Oh, you know…weddings usually aren’t those things that people are eager to plan.”

“But why would you specifically be planning it? Unless you’re–”

A beat passes before you break out into an incredulous grin. “You’d want me to marry you and plan our wedding? That’s a tall order. I’m afraid you’ll have to pick one or the other, sorry.”

Frankie chuckles. He let the remark pass. He always enjoyed this back and forth. How you and him had always been able to bounce off of each other. It was hard enough keeping up with some of the guys. But keeping up with women was a whole different story. He always seemed to be a few steps behind most of them. For some reason, your pace was just perfect. Your humor, your timing, it all clicked with his personality.

Just like you were prone to doing, you broke the silence with an awkward laugh and big eyes staring right into his. “So…which one do you pick?”

He almost didn’t catch the question; almost didn’t want to. “Hm?”

“Would you rather marry me or have me plan your wedding?” you clarify.

“Come on, you know I’m not answering that.”

And the tide shifted once more. Just as quick as you were to smile, your expression melted into one of muted mortification. Like you’d just tilted your hand a little too far

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you mumbled to yourself. Your hands slid off his shoulders and you wiped them off on your dress before wrapping them around yourself. That was when you retreated, leaving him standing there looking like more of a fool than he ever thought he had.

He stared after you for a few seconds, struggling to process what had just happened when it finally registered.

Soon he was following after you. How you knew to navigate the venue so quickly, he couldn’t be bothered to wonder. All he knew by the time he got to the lobby of the wedding hall was that something was wrong.

He spotted you rushing down the sidewalk as he stepped outside. In all his exasperation, all he could get out was, “Hey, what the fuck?”

The cool night air of the fall settled in and billowed around him like a curse. He wasn’t quite sure if the deep chill that ran down his spine was from the weather or the sight of you turning around, eyes already wet with tears that you were desperately trying to blink away.

Your voice came out hoarse as you shouted back, “You’re asking me what the fuck? No, Frankie, what the fuck is up with you? I kissed you…God…how many months ago? And you don’t say a fucking word. I keep talking about Benny’s wedding and you keep acting like none of it fucking happened.”

Frankie threw his hands up. “You were drunk. I don’t even remember how many fucking drinks you had.”

“I had a couple virgin cocktails,” you scoffed. The admittance wasn’t stubborn. But it did come with a tone of disdain, “I wasn’t drunk.”

“You wouldn’t–” he stopped himself. You wouldn’t have done any of that unless you were drunk.

“You acted like you were drunk.”

You shook your head. “I was having fun. I was with you and I was having fun, you dumbass.” Then you sighed, gaze darting towards the street nervously. “And I woke up the morning after and I thought that…I thought you would’ve at least said something. I thought you would’ve asked me how I felt. I thought you would’ve had the decency to at least check in. But you were just…you were completely fine.”

“I wasn’t fine…”

“And now you want to crack jokes about marrying me?”

Frankie wagged a finger in your direction, an almost childish defense. “You brought that shit up first.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Frankie, that doesn’t matter,” you muttered before raising your voice once more. “What matters is that I kissed you. I looked into your eyes and told you I fucking loved you and you said nothing.”

Hearing your voice say it again, even filled with such frustration, such anguish, he could help the way something fluttered in his chest. And even still, he shoved it down deeper than he ever had before.

“Because I wasn’t going to hurt you the way that Nick did.” He watched your gaze soften. “It would’ve killed me to hurt you like that.”

With the sounds of the city passing you both by, Frankie caught one of the worst sights possible. The tear that rolled down your cheek. And then the few more that followed, all shamelessly continuing their desolate stride down your neck. How you unclenched your jaw and unfolded all of the pain you’d kept since that summer into a few words. “You hurt me worse than Nick ever did.”

Your whole being compacted in on itself once more, recoiling from the vulnerable admission with a breathless conclusion. “Fuck you, Frankie. Fuck you.”

There it all was. And all he could think about was that night at Benny’s wedding. The night you told him you were glad Nick was gone. The night you smiled softly at him, thumb running over his bottom lip as you whispered.

I love you.

They were such fragile words. Words he hadn’t wanted to put any weight on, lest they shatter from beneath him and leave him falling face down in his own hopes. Because a small part of him had almost always hoped it was you. He never let himself truly believe the idea for long. But, God, he wanted to…could he still? He squeezed his eyes shut, holding back his own tears.

“I’m sorry.” His voice trembled in time with his hands. And he’d fully come to terms that it wasn’t just the cool air. He wasn’t a stranger to fearing for his life, with the work he’d once done, it was a given. But this wasn’t that. This was different. It was a fear of something a little more abstract. Because following this risk, there wouldn’t be oblivion. On the other side of his eyelids was a world where you either forgave him or you brushed him away. He certainly believed he deserved the latter with the way he’d been. But he’d never know unless he took the plunge.

When he opened his eyes again again he was grateful to find you still standing in front of him. He wouldn’t let this night steal his courage again. He repeated, voice firmer than before and charged with certainty, “I’m sorry.” Then finally replied, “I love you too. I love you.”

You gave him those hope filled eyes once more. He saw how it slowly morphed into joy; the kind that carried peace. You stepped closer, fingertips brushing against the material of his jacket as you reached for him.

Frankie closed the gap without any hesitation, his own hand moving to cradle your face as he moved in to kiss you. None of his recollections of the first time he’d done it could’ve ever lived up to the second one. There was no dread, no looming guilt, no fear. Only excitement and hope.

“If I could only pick one. I’d marry you. Any day…I’d marry you,” he mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back. And with his eyes still closed, he felt you smile as you answered, “Maybe I’ll ask you again next year. For now, let’s have this.”

“I can handle that,” he smiled then melted into you once more. And already it was something he knew he could easily get used to. Next time you asked, he’d be ready.