#one day i'll bother to make gifs the same length but not today

[iamenits]

A Piece of the Action

[minispidey]

02: Barbie and the Giftshopist.

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. previous part. series masterlist. next part.

02. He's just Steven (and Marc, and Jake)

a/n: i'm not like fully knowledgeable of DID but i did some research! if u guys can give me some tips/ point out my mistakes, i'd be happy to hear it and edit. i just really do need some help 🙏🏻 i've never written a system before and i'd love to hear some advice

(series tags are open!) tags: @3zae-zae3

"Morning, Stevie!" you started calling him Stevie not even a week after you moved in. Sure, he hates it when Donna calls him that, but god did it sound so beautiful when you say it.

You two walk out at the same time everyday, bothered by some of the sellers on the street blocking the door "Excuse us." you say as they made way for you and Steven. A vintage pink corvette was your way of transportation while Steven chooses the bus, but you weren't in a rush today "Stevie! I'll give you a ride. Get in."

Steven blushed, shaking his head "No no, it's fine, love." hearing him call you love made you accidentally kick your leg up. You stared confused at your leg before turning your head towards Steven again "Come on." you pouted.

"I'm serious— oh, bollocks." he drops his keys by accident "I'm alright."

You drove by his side slowly "Stevieee get in. I'm not letting you take the bus when I have a car."

"It's just-"

"Is it because it's pink?"

"No! No, not at all. I don't want to be a bother, that's all." he sighed.

"Steven. Get in." you pull down your sunglasses "I'm not taking a no for an answer."

"Yes, ma'am." seeing you so serious had him flustered. Maybe it's a weird kink he developed after knowing you were a lawyer.

He sat in the passenger's seat and buckled his seatbelt. You smiled at him before fixing your sunglasses "Okay! First stop, the museum."

Steven knew everyone's going to stare at your pink car. He just never expected so many people turning their heads towards you too. You were beautiful and radiated beauty and sunshine, you were an attention grabber.

He just imagines you in all pink in your firm, in a room filled with blue and black suits. He thought it was cute.

"Do you have like, a license? You can take my car on my days off."

"You don't have to." Steven shook his head "Really, you're too kind."

"It's alright! Whatever makes your life easier." you flashed him one of your bright smiles "I can drop you off every day if you wanna. I'm not as busy anyways."

"Take the offer, Steven. Beats having to cramp in every day." Marc says from the reflection of the right side mirror. Steven shook his head before turning towards you "It's fine, love."

"Come on. Rent's hell. Let me save you some commute money, okay? I may be fashionable, but I can be such a cheapskate-" the car comes to a sudden halt as you snap your head towards a shop window. Steven was pushed forward but thankfully held by the seatbelt "What's wrong?" he breathed out.

"What time do you have to go to work?"

"Before ten. Why?"

"It's eight. Do you mind making a short stop with me?"

Shop assistants surrounded you as you worked your magic "Ooh, and this one. Do you have it in pink?" you giggled as you slipped on another heel "Okay so like, the trick is to ignore the assistants." you whisper to Steven "They'll sell you anything in full price. Head straight to the expensive ones before slowly going to the ones on sale."

Steven nodded as he listened to the advice you gave. He felt a bit nervous as you spoke to the shop assistants, you seemed so confident as well. In contrast, Steven felt fairly awkward and he was just observing how you interacted with the people around you.

He was very intrigued by the way you were trying on shoes, the way you were talking about it with the shop staff— he couldn't explain what exactly it was that he found attractive about you, and it was slightly annoying him.

"Chica está loca..." Steven looks at the full-length mirror, Jake was staring right back at him. He raises an eyebrow at Jake "She's crazy. I've never met a girl who wears so much... pink."

Steven was about to talk back when you pull him to the counter, swiping your card and taking your shopping bags "Okay, so like, I got fourty percent off. I have a loyalty voucher." you two made your way back to your car, stuffing your bags in the back "Thanks for coming with me, Stevie. Well, you didn't have a choice anyways."

"It's alright, really. It was... fun." he smiled at you, getting inside the car "Never really shopped with anyone before."

"Really? Not even with friends?"

"Don't have any."

"Aw, how come? You're so fun to be with."

Steven's heart skipped a beat. He stared at you with bright eyes as you drove. He felt his face heat up. When he turns his head to face the side mirror, he finds Marc judging him.

"You've just met her, huh?"

"Shut it..." Steven mumbled under his breath, looking away from the mirror. He watched you, still smiling as you drove. It was like you weren't real, like you were too good to be true. If he had known years ago a woman like you existed, he would've searched for you everywhere. But you landed right outside his flat.

"I don't think I can pick you up after your work, training interns and all." you stopped near the steps "I'll see you later, Stevie."

"You don't have to, it's really okay." he blushed "I'll see you around, love." he got out of your car, looking back at you as he walked up the steps. You pushed your sunglasses down and waved back before driving away.

After an exhausting day, you drove back at 1 am. You shoved your files in the back seat with your shopping bags and rested your face, your signature smile falling from fatigue.

The streets of London were quiet, only the crickets' mating call filling the cold air. You rub your eyes, some of your mascara rubbing off "So tired..." you sighed as you turned the car to the right.

Though your sleepiness immediately went away when you spot a ridiculous ugly-patterned shirt. It was Steven walking back.

"This late?" you whispered to yourself. You sped up a bit to catch up with him "Stevie!" your cheery voice halted the quiet night.

His head turned towards you, a scowl displayed on his face. Though his eyebrows softened upon realizing it was you.

"Don't they have buses out late? You poor thing. Get in." you smiled as you unlocked your car, allowing him to enter.

"I should've totally given you my number. If I only knew you'd be out late like me I would've picked you up." you let out a yawn before continuing "I'm not that busy, I swear. Like, I'm a lawyer but I know how to manage my time."

As you went on and on, Steven just sat there and listened to you.

You parked your car and stepped out, trying to get all your shopping bags in one go. But Steven stepped in and helped "Aw, Stevie, thanks so much!" Steven looked exhausted too.

You talked more in the elevator, detailing how frustrating your day was at your firm before walking to your doors.

"-and he was like no and I was like totes! And he was like noooo and I was like, definitely!" you giggled "Whoever said orange is the new pink is totally disturbed."

You unlocked your door and let Steven in to set your bags down. He went to step out afterwards when you pulled on his sleeve "Thanks so much again, Stevie. You are like, too good to me. We should totally shop again some other time! Goodnight!" you placed a kiss on his cheek before closing your door.

He froze in place, staring at your door before unlocking his own door and getting in. He breathed in the cold air before walking to his fish tank, feeding the two fishes before his vision focused, looking at his reflection on the glass.

"Marc! What was that?!"

Marc looked back at Steven "It's nothing."

"Back off. I really like her, okay? There. I said it."

"You kissed my wife and your crush kissed me on the cheek."

"I said I was sorry."

Jake spoke up, appearing from a small mirror "You like her? Dios mío, that woman wears a lot of pink. What is it about her? Is it because of the car? I have a limousine."

"No! She's- she's really nice."

"Be more specific, amigo. Nice isn't how you like someone."

"Enough." Marc shakes his head "Steven, if you like her then go ahead. But just don't get attached."

"What do you mean?"

"I have Layla— we have Layla. I'm married to her. You can have a crush on your little neighbor, sure, but it's not like you can date her."

"Marc... come on, I have my own life... we have our own lives. What if I decide I want to date her? What if I really really like her, you know?"

"I don't know." he sighed, scratching his eyebrow "It's gonna be complicated, you know that."

Steven let out a sigh, looking down "I-I know... but I just... I just really like her."

Jake on the other hand was deep in this own thoughts. Marc heads to bed when Jake fronts, taking over the body. He cracks his neck before walking out and knocking on your door.

You were just about to take off your makeup when you head his knock. Your fluffy pink slippers squeaked as you made your way to the door, opening it "Stevie? Did you miss me already?" you giggled.

"Do you want to go out with me?" Jake put on his best performance, speaking in a kind of shy British accent.

"Out? Like, a date?" you blinked twice.

"Yes."

Jake understood now. He saw the way your eyes sparkled and your blinding smile "Oh my gosh, yes!" you squealed before covering your mouth, looking side to side across the halls, worried you might've woken up your neighbors "Yes. Let's go out. Uh, maybe lunch? I'm free."

"That's alright with me." he nodded.

"Alright." you couldn't help but smile like a fool "Goodnight, Stevie."

"Goodnight..."

After closing your door, you silently screamed, jumping up and down in excitement. Your exhaustion suddenly disappears as you start planning out your outfit for the morning.

[misspennymelodies]

Where We Run

Song: Sol by Kati Ran 

NSFW. MDNI. Seriously. Turn back now. I'll make things for you later.

For everyone else: Start/end of smut is clearly marked, just in case spice isn't your thing. If you choose to skip, smut is still implied throughout the rest of the sections.

CW: Swearing. Reader gets a little physically aggressive at points.

Smut TW: Slight praise kink if you squint. Use of "good girl" and "princess". Overstimulation. Multiple Orgasm.

I think that's it? Let me know if I missed anything between the tags and the TWs

This is a bit of a long one, so buckle up.

*****

Your POV

Raindrops fall from the sky in steady sheets as your feet carry you forward, not bothering to steer you around the puddles in your path. Your clothes and hair are soaked from the lack of protection a raincoat or an umbrella would have provided. You should have brought at least one if you were smart - but you weren’t. Right now, you're just done.  

Done with all the violence, and the pain, and the death. It had been painful enough when Suguru abandoned your close-knit group so many years ago to… what? Massacre over a hundred people? Even then, even though your heart grieved, he was still there. He was still physically present in this world. You could still reach out and touch him, even if the touch would likely have come in the form of a punch to the face. But now? He was just…gone.  

You could only imagine the pain that Satoru was going through, having been the one there during his final moments. The two of you had only shared a few words after you recovered from your own injuries, and you understood enough to know that he had been the one to end his best friend’s life. And then, he, too, was gone. Not in the same sense – he was still here, alive, going on missions. But he pulled away from you, keeping you at arm’s length instead of safely within them.  

You gave him his space, understanding that he needed to grieve in his own way. But days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months, and soon you barely spoke anymore. You two had once been inseparable, but he had been the one to change that. He was still there, but you could no longer touch him. No longer feel the warmth of his skin over yours. Despite the dark sky and the dense forest, your feet knew exactly where they were headed, even though your heart was lost. 

The rain mixes with your tears as you push forward, feet slipping on a smooth stone. You land on your hands and knees with an audible thud. You're sure it hurt, but you're so numb on the inside that the stinging never registers. You don’t move for a minute, your mind wandering back to earlier that day, and your heart painfully tears just a little bit more.  

(flashback)

You had just finished a class, and you spotted him walking past your classroom window. You quickly shoved your things into your bag and rushed after him, hoping he wouldn’t outpace you. You were determined to talk to him, to have a goddamn conversation with him today. You were so fed up with the silent treatment, and he couldn’t shut the world out forever. 

“Satoru!” He didn’t even acknowledge you as he continued to amble forward, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “Satoru, wait up!” You caught up to him and went to place a hand on his arm to get to stop – but it never connected. His Limitless was up. And you hit your own limit. “Will you just fucking STOP?” You yelled, continuing to push against the barrier. He whirled around, forcing your arm back.  

“What the hell do you want?” he seethed. You felt yourself falter slightly, taken aback by the way his words bit at your resolve.  

“We need to talk.” 

“No, we don’t”.  

“Yes, we do! Look, I know you’re upset about Suguru, but – “ 

“Don’t you DARE say his name!” His eyes were ablaze behind his glasses, and you immediately recoiled, burned by his sudden outburst. “You don’t get to say his name. Not in front of me.” Tears pricked at your eyes, but you refused to stand down.

“Look, I lost him too,” you spat. “Suguru was like a brother to me, and –“ 

“Stop!” 

“No, you stop! You’re acting like such a fucking child, Satoru! Just because you’re hurting doesn’t mean that no one else is!” 

“Well, if I am, then it’s your fault.”  

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You asked, taking a step back, his words lashing out at you. You could almost feel them rip at your skin, leaving marks with their intensity,  

“If I wasn’t so busy having to keep all eight of my eyes on you all the FUCKING time, then maybe he’d still be alive.” A crack formed in your armor. Did he blame you for Suguru’s death?  

“How DARE  you.” You spat, clenching your hands, but he continued as if you hadn’t spoken. 

“All that time I wasted in your bed instead of at his side, all those moments that I spent trying to keep those curses away from you, I could have saved him. It’s your fault he’s dead.” Time seemed to stop, and pain radiated through your hand as your fist came to a stop inches from his face.  

“Take. That. Back.” All you could see was red. You willed your hand to break through his barrier, even though you knew it was fruitless, but you didn’t care. “You. FUCKING. Take. That. BACK!”. Your fist made contact with Limitless with each punctuation. 

“Why?” He was almost nonchalant now. “After all, you know it’s true.” His sudden change of tone tore the wind from your lungs. 

“You’re… you’re serious, aren’t you?” Your brain spun, and you staggered back, more tears threatening to spill out. What was happening? 

“Deadly.��� He was a mixture of cold and flippant, and you were struggling to keep up. He… he really did blame you for Suguru’s death. “You always held me back. Always pulled me down with you. Always so weak, needy – if I didn’t waste so much time on you, then maybe things would have been different. But I can’t change the past, so better to change the future.” 

That was it. Your heart didn’t break; it shattered. It crumbled into so many tiny pieces that you didn’t think you’d ever be able to pick them up again.  

“So that’s it then,“ you stuttered, tears now freely falling down your cheeks. “You’re just done with me? Done with us? Did it even mean anything to you?”  

“No.” You thought you caught a glimpse of remorse in his eyes as the words left his lips, but it passed too quickly to tell before your own vision went blurry. You sank down to your knees, hands pressed to the rough cobblestone as you struggled to see, to breathe, to even comprehend how things ended up here.  

You loved him, you loved him, you loved him…  

By the time you stopped hyperventilating, Satoru Gojo was nowhere to be seen.  

(end flashback)

You come back to yourself, still kneeling on the ground in the rain. You cursed yourself for being so stupid. You knew he was just lashing out because he was in pain, but why didn’t you stand up to him and fight back? Fight for the both of you? Satoru was the strongest, but why couldn’t you be strong for him?  

Maybe you were weak. 

You stand up, the broken skin on your knees stinging from the movement. You continue moving as if you had never stopped. A few minutes and a million thoughts later, you reach your destination. The city lights seem to dance and flicker in the rain as you look down from your perch.  

You and Satoru used to come to this lookout to pretend that the world didn’t exist outside of you two wrapped in each other’s arms or, sometimes, each other’s bodies. But now? Now, you just want to pretend that the two of you don’t exist either, feeling more alone than you ever had. You slump down onto a nearby log, bury your face into your hands, and cry. 

*****

Satoru POV

He is lying on his bed, the occasional bolt of lightning the only source of illumination he can be bothered to accommodate. It had been hours since the two of you spoke – well, at least that is what you had tried to do. Him? He had eviscerated you.  

He turns onto his back for the umpteenth time, getting lost in the blankness of the ceiling. He had never been good at dealing with emotions. No, that wasn’t true. The happiness that came with being near you was as easy as breathing. He had even accepted that he was in love with you long before either of you said those words to each other. He was even good with death, in a sense. He had known countless people who had died… but betrayal? The sense of loss that came with murdering your best friend, even if it was the only mercy you could give them after they themselves had slain so many others? That was new to him, and he didn’t know how to handle it. 

So he did what came naturally – he didn’t deal with it. He bottled it up and just hoped it would go away. But every time he saw you, saw your heartbreak, he was sorely reminded of his own. Maybe if he just put his head down and moved forward, he could outrun those feelings of hopelessness and insecurity that kept chasing him. Maybe then he would be strong enough to keep either of you from falling away.  

But what he didn’t do was let you in on this plan. He knew he was stupid for not talking to you, for thinking he could do this on his own. He was going to be your knight in shining armor, and he didn’t want to be reminded of just how weak and vulnerable he was. But in reality, he could barely breathe without knowing you were breathing right next to him.  

Time passed too quickly for him. Just when he thought he was ready to be vulnerable for you again, you were right there in front of him, eyes on fire and Suguru’s name falling from your lips. It was like all the pain he had been running from suddenly overtook him. Became him. He could only watch as he tore through each and every one of your defenses – blaming you for both of your losses and… *his heart clenched*… and even insinuating that the time you had spent together was…  

He rolls onto his side and sits up, feet touching the cool floor beneath him and elbows resting on his knees. He buries his hands in his face, digging his palms into his eyes as his long fingers grip and pull at the edges of his hair.    

He had caused you pain. So much pain. More pain than even he had been feeling at the time. Why? Because you dared to love him when he could barely love himself?   

He eventually lets his hands fall to his lap. These were the hands that killed his best friend. And now they were responsible for ripping your kind, sweet heart from your beating chest. But he couldn’t just let you die a cold, heartless death. No, he would give his heart to replace the one he had so mercilessly taken. Even if he couldn’t make it up to you, he had been the one in the wrong and had to at least try to make it right. 

He walks slowly down the dark hallway, the rain against the roof helping to steel his resolve. Once he makes it to the other side of the faculty building, he pauses outside your door. He wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t forgive him – hell, he didn’t know if he could forgive himself. But he had to try. He couldn’t rest tonight without you knowing that each moment with you meant more to him than his own life did.  

*Knock. Knock. Knock.* 

He pauses for a moment. Nothing. He knocks again, calling out your name in a hushed whisper. Nothing. He puts his hand on the handle, and it gives way underneath the weight. The door gently swings open to reveal…nothing. You're not there.  

He steps into your room, looking around. It was well past midnight, so where were you if not sleeping? You weren’t typically a night owl like he was. He notices your bag slug over the back of your desk chair, the same one that you had been carrying earlier. So, he knew you were here at least at some point after he left you.  

Lightning flashes again, and something glints on the floor beside the trash. He takes a step forward, his stomach dropping. Your necklace. He gently picks it up, running his thumb over the charm. 

He had given it to you a few months after the whole star plasma vessel incident. It was a cheap pendant on a chain from some festival, but he had bought it mere hours before the two of you stood at your favorite lookout spot, watching the sun set over Tokyo and exchanging shy, heartfelt ‘I love yous’ for the first time.    

You had never taken it off since. And now here it was, discarded like you couldn’t bear the weight of it anymore.  Another flash of lightning, and suddenly, it was like all the pieces fit together. Panic surges through his veins as he tries to shove the necklace into his pocket. He just hoped you were okay. By the time the thunder rolled, Satoru had already transported himself away. 

*****

Your POV

You're exhausted. Every fiber of your being hurts. Your heart still lay shattered within your chest, the dust from its collapse threatening to be washed away with the rain. Maybe if you just sat here forever, somehow, just somehow, the world would right itself again. You were alone, but all you wanted was for Satoru Gojo to show up behind you, bring you into his arms, and never let go.  

"Hey...." You turn, not quite believing what you are hearing. "Thought I would find you here." 

You sit there, shellshocked. How? What? When did he...? Your eyes follow him as he walks around to squat down in front of you. He doesn't have his glasses on, and the heavy rain is already starting to mat his silvery white hair against his forehead. His crystalline eyes bore into yours, somehow shining against the darkness of the night. 

"Look, I - " 

You slap him.  

Satoru's head turns to the side with the impact. You had wished so deeply for him to show up, but how that he's here, all you can feel is the anger and hurt from the last time you looked at him. The slap had actually surprised you. You didn't realize your arm was moving until your palm had made contact with his face. 

"I guess I deserve that." He says quietly, meeting your gaze again.  

"You think?" You bit back. There were so many emotions, and you feel yourself being swept up in their wake. It was like there was a storm raging both inside and out. But Satoru just continues to sit there, unmoving. You feel the broken pieces of your heart lurch in time with a pulse of pain from your hand. It was stinging...from when you hit him...he didn't have his Limitless up this time.  

It was just him. 

Just 'Toru.  

You angrily push him back, a sob bursting from your lungs. "Asshole!" Satoru falls back, landing in the wet grass. "You. Fucking. ASSHOLE, Satoru!" He gets to his knees, kneeling in front of you. Tears were once again streaming down your face. You're not sure if Satoru can see you crying with all the rain, but you damn sure hoped he did.  

His eyes never left yours. You go to push him again, but he catches your hands.  

"I'm so sorry," he says. Another sob wrecks your body, and you wrench your hands back from him. He lets them go in exchange for bringing his own hands up to your shoulders. "What I said before... baby, I didn't mean it." Satoru tries to bring you into a hug, but you fight back, closed fists beating against his chest.  

"You're such an asshole!" you cry. Satoru just pulls you closer, letting you pound against his chest until you sink to your knees in front of him, crying uncontrollably in his arms.  

"I know, I know." He puts his face into your shoulder, just hugging you, afraid that if he loosened his grip, he would lose you for good. You were only half aware that you could feel his body shaking alongside your own, his own sniffles drowned out by the rolling of thunder moving off into the distance. 

Eventually, the rain begins to let up. You pull back slightly, and Satoru gives you a small, lopsided smile. You brush the wet hair from his forehead.  

"I don't deserve you," he mumbles, tracing a thumb over your cheek.  

"No, you don't." Yet despite your words, you could feel your heart pieces gravitating towards each other again, as if Satoru had placed blue right in the middle of the destruction that he caused within you. "I'm sorry I hit you." Satoru lets out a breathy laugh. 

"I'm the one who said all of those things to you, and here you are, apologizing for hitting me? Babe, I deserved each and every one of those punches. Even the ones that didn't hit..." He trails off but brings his other hand to the back of your head, smoothing your wet hair. "I don't expect you to forgive me anytime soon, but let me at least try to make it up to you, yeah?" You nod, allowing his sincerity to melt into your skin.  

"You better." Satoru stands and offers you a hand. You take it, and he gently helps you to your feet. You look up into his face, memorizing every aspect of it. You know him; you know how hard it is for him to bear his soul in such a vulnerable way. Yet here, right now, you feel like it's so exposed that it wraps you up in its very existence. He loves you. And you love him. 

Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, and the world vanishes. 

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START OF SMUT SECTION

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Standing in the middle of your room, Satoru kisses your forehead.  

"Get some sleep, Love. We'll talk in the morning." 

"You promise?" 

"Cross my heart, baby." You instinctively roll your eyes at him, a playful grin tugging at both of your lips. Satoru turns to leave, but you grab his hand. He looks down at it before back up at you quizzically. 

"Make it up to me," you whisper, looking at and feeling the smooth skin of his hand under your fingers. The room is warm, far warmer than it was outside. It makes your body tingle.  

"What?" You meet his gaze and pull him gently toward you.  

"Make it up to me." He brings both of his hands to your face. 

"You sure? We don't have to do this now." You nod, your body physically and emotionally desperate for him.  

"Please." His lips meet yours. The kiss is soft and tender and filled with emotion. 'I'm sorry,' his lips seem to say. You let yourself sink into him, enjoying the feeling of being connected to him again. But as sweet as the kiss is, you need more. You want more. You want to feel him need you as much as you need him. 

You bring your arms around his torso, your fingers digging into his back through his clothes. Satoru grunts, and you feel his grip tighten on the sides of your face. You nibble at his lower lip and press yourself closer to him. Satoru's left-hand moves to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly. Your tongues battle for dominance.  

You let out a breathy gasp as Satoru's hand makes its way under the back of your shirt. Despite the warmth of the room and the arousal blooming under your skin, his hand is still quite cool to the touch.  Satoru takes advantage of this and quickly overwhelms you, forcing his way into your mouth and circling around your tongue with his own.  

His hand rests across your back, pulling you closer. You can feel his dick hardening against you. You rub yourself against him, the slight friction sending shocks straight into you. 

"Mmmm, fuck," Satoru groans, pulling from the kiss. His left hand is still buried in your hair; he gently pulls it, guiding your attention to his face. "You don't know what you do to me, baby."  

"Then show me," you challenge, standing on your toes and nipping at his bottom lip. You can practically hear the instinctual growl that emanates from his chest. Despite the gentle sincerity of the few prior moments, you're still very much angry with him. You don't want to make love to him. You want fuck him –  long and hard. 

That's all it takes. Satoru releases you and brings both of his hands to the hem of your wet shirt, removing it from you in one swift motion. His hands grip your hips, and he lifts you up. Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist, your arms around his neck. He buries his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, immediately finding the spot that makes you arch into him. You moan into his ear. Your skirt has risen up, and his dick is pressing maddeningly against your clothed clit.  

Fuck he feels good.  

Satoru is not small by any stretch of the imagination, and you don't dare repress the onslaught of dark and dirty thoughts that invade your mind. You grind your hips against him, seeking more friction. You're sure that your thong is already - 

"Satoru!" Satoru is sucking and biting at that spot on your neck. He brings one of his hands to your back, unclasping your bra and splaying his hand out against your skin, holding you tight against him as he continues his assault. You can practically feel him grinning against you.  

"Like that, baby? You like it when I mark you like that?"  

"I could say the same thing to you," you whisper, biting at his ear. Your hips circle his again. This time, his hips thrust up to meet you. You clit spasms at the unexpected extra contact. Yeah, your underwear is definitely soaking.  

He walks the two of you over to your bed, not breaking his suction on your neck. Satoru lays you down gently but is quick to remove your bra, tossing it carelessly to the side. You pull at the top of his shirt, anxious to feel his skin against yours. He takes it off, and you can't help but marvel at him. He's like a god. His tall, thin frame is toned with muscles that you can see shift as he moves. Who the hell made this man?  

As Satoru is distracted by removing his own shirt, you lean up and kiss along his jaw. He groans, his hands gripping your sides. Much like he did to you, you grab at his hair and kiss down towards his neck. He leans into you, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his skin. His hands slide up your body, and soon, his thumbs are grazing over your nipples. You moan into his neck, your body trying to arch into the contact.  

"Easy, baby," he laughs, leaning back. "There's much more where that came from." His smirk is sexy and disarming...and you could so easily lose yourself in him. But you had a mission that you wanted to accomplish first.  

"Don't I know it," you smirk, wrapping a leg around him. His hand rests against you, keeping your leg in place. Perfect. Just as he leans down, presumably to put his glorious mouth to your chest, you push against him, flipping him so you are straddling his waist.  

As much as you wanted him to make things up to you (and God, did you want him to), you also wanted to make him need you. You had waited months for him. He could wait a few extra minutes to have you. 

"Ooo, someone's fiesty today."  

"Fiesty doesn't even begin to cover it." You wink at him and slowly crawl your way down his body, maintaining eye contact with him and occasionally kissing your way down his chest. "You made me wait for you, made me wait for so damn long. I needed you. And now you're going to need me..." 

You trail off when you get to the bulge in his pants. You gently run your nose against it, trying not to provide too much sensation for him. He bucks up against you, but you move your head back, grinning.  

"Ah ah ah, patience is a virtue 'Toru".  

"Yeah, and a virtue you know that I don't h-have." You bring your mouth to his pants, slowly undoing the zipper with your teeth as your fingers deftly open the button. He lifts his hips and shoves clothes down, but you pretend not to notice his haste, taking your sweet time removing them the rest of the way. He practically guides your hand to him. You cock your head to the side and grasp him lightly, your fingers barely grazing his length.  

"Hurry it up, babe. I need you." 

"But do you?" you tease. Satoru's eyes dance wildly, but you know that this is just the beginning. He doesn’t really need you. Not yet. Your hand tightens a little, and you bend down, licking the tip of his member.  

"Fuuuuck. Baby, come on."  

"Did you say something?" you ask. Your hand strokes him a few times before you stop, blowing on the tip where your tongue had just been. 

"Nghhh..." He moans, throwing his head back into the pillows. You know he could easily overpower you and force his dick into your mouth – he had before, on several occasions -  which is why you appreciated the fact that he was holding back. He was trying. That meant more to you than he could know. Plus, it was so fucking hot.  

Perhaps a little reward, then. 

Without warning, you take him fully into your mouth, lips suctioning against him.  

"Fuck!" Satoru's right hand comes to grip at your hair – partially for leverage and partially to keep it out of your face. His other hand is fisted into the sheet. God, this man... 

You pull out until just the tip is in your mouth. You circle it with your tongue before retaking him, letting him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few times, enjoying his breathy gasps as you suck him off. Once you feel like he is getting a bit too comfortable, you add your hands. You let one pump at the exposed base of his dick while the other cups his balls, your thumb running over them in time with your mouth. 

Satoru's breath hitches, and you look up. His eyes are scrunched, and his back has arched slightly. You increase your pace slightly, and his hands dig into your hair, urging you to go faster. But you refuse. Instead, you go slower until he lets you continue your chosen pace. Then he tries bucking up into you; you just lay your arm across his hip, making sure to keep the pressure at his base, twisting and pumping as you continue to take him into your mouth.   

You were practically drooling; you could feel the saliva dripping from your mouth and down his shaft, giving some lubrication to your hand. When you start to taste the saltiness of his precum on your tongue, you back off. You sit back on your heels as you stroke his full length, squeezing at random intervals.  

"Babe... Baby..." He pants, his lidded eyes partially obscured by an arm that moved over his face at some point. "I need you." 

"I'm sure you do." You blow onto the tip of his dick again and watch as he shudders at the feeling. "So show me. Show me just how badly the great Satoru Gojo needs me." 

You blink and are on your back, your hands pinned above your head. You almost forgot just how fast Gojo could be when he wanted to be. His hand is large enough to cover both of yours, and he towers over you, his body already covered in a slight sheen of sweat. He is panting slightly. He leans down until your faces are practically touching. 

"Now it's my turn, doll. I've got a lot of time to make up for." He nips at your lower lip before moving down your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan, arching up into him. His teeth gently graze the skin, torturing the bud until you are sure you could cum from that alone.  

Then he moved on to the other one. His right hand moved up to pinch and twist the one his mouth had just released.  

"Mmm, 'Toru... please," you sigh, raising your hips in an effort to get him to bring his attention lower.  

"Uh, uh, uh," he chides, his right hand leaving your heaving chest to wag a playful finger in your face. "It's like you said, doll. I need you. Not just to touch you" - he scrapes his nail over your nipple - "but to taste you, to feel you. I'm a starved man, so I'm going to take my time savoring your body." He pinches your nipple again, and you moan, your eyes closing at the pleasure as his mouth - 

"Fuck!" Your hips snap up, and your eyes open as Satoru drives two fingers into you without warning. You were so focused on his damn mouth that you didn't realize that he had moved his right hand away from your breast.  

"But then again..." He seems to stop and think as he slowly pumps his long fingers in and out of your slick folds. "… I do have a debt to repay." He thrusts his fingers into you again, sinking them straight up to the third knuckle and curling them upward. "I'm going to make it up to you." Out and In. "Even if it takes all night." Out and In. His fingers quickly speed up, and you can feel yourself practically fucking his hand. You want to reach up and touch him, but his left hand still has both of yours pinned above your head.  

"Mmm...yeah, 'Toru... fuck...fuck!" Satoru smirks and rests his forehead against your own. His impossibly blue eyes burn into yours.  

"Say my name, baby." His thumb starts to rub circles into your clit. You practically cry into his mouth as he claims your lips in an intense kiss. "I want to hear you scream my name as you come." 

"'Toru...'Toru...." Satoru curls his fingers in you again, his thumb still deftly circling your clit, which is now throbbing with the anticipation of release. You're close. You're so close. 

"My name. Say it," he punctuates as he presses his thumb harshly into your clit as his fingers roughly press into your g-spot.  

"Satoru!" You come crashing down into an orgasm, toes curling at the sheer intensity of it. Your walls spasm around his fingers as you continue to ride it out. He always knows just where to press to make you come undone. 

"Good girl," he praises, kissing his way down your stomach. He lets your hands go, and you wipe away the hair and sweat from your face. "But you didn't think we were done, did you?" 

"Wha-?" Satoru looks up at you from where he's hovering over the apex of your legs. His arm wraps around your leg, pulling you open for him.  

"We're just getting started, darlin'. Gotta make it up to you, remember?" Any words that you would have said all change to his name, wrenching itself from your lungs. His tongue laps at your folds while his fingers start thrusting into you again. Your hands fly to his hair, gripping it as he buries himself further into you.  

"'Toru, please, I'm so – fuck – I'm so sensitive. Mmmm... fuck!" He's alternating between lapping and sucking at your clit, and your vision feels like it's swimming, the coil in your abdomen tightening up surprisingly fast. Satoru tilts his head up.  

"I know." He sends you a devilish grin before diving back into you, this time flicking his tongue rapidly against you.  

"I'm coming! Fuck Satoru, I'm coming again..." You buck against him, throwing your head back into the pillow as the coil snaps. Your orgasm feels like a tidal wave, crashing through you with such force that you see stars, even though your eyes are forced closed.  

Satoru hums against you, the vibrations sending tremors through your thighs, straight to your core. His fingers are still buried inside you, pressing and curling into your g-spot over and over again... they make such lewd sounds with your wetness all over them. He's not stopping.  

"'Tor...'Toru, baby, please... I … I..." His teeth gently bite down against your clit as he roughly rams a third finger into your sopping hole. "FUCK!" A third orgasm rips through you. Your entire body stiffens as your back arches. Are you even breathing? You can't tell. Satoru finally comes to a stop, grinning like a Cheshire cat.  

"That's my girl." He hovers over you. You smile languidly at him, running a sweaty hand through his own damp hair. "But you've had your fun. Now it's my turn." He kisses you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and you can't help but moan into his mouth. Your passionate kiss turns desperate, and he pulls away, staring into your eyes. You can see the wonton need behind them, the desire to take you barely being held back by something else." 

Satoru brings one of his hands up to the side of your face. 

"I love you." Your heart leaps at the words. He doesn't say them often, even when it's just the two of you. But that's what makes it powerful; that's what makes them mean something to you.  

"I love you too, Satoru." He leans down and kisses you again, this one deep and longing, the growing primal desire starting to slip through the cracks.  

"Tell me if it's too much." 

"'Toru, I-" 

"No, please. Tell me because I'm not going to hold back." You hand moves to grip the back of his hair. 

"Satoru, I will tell you." You stare into his eyes so he can see the truth in your words. "Now fuck me." He lets out a breathy laugh as he positions himself with your opening.  

"As you wish." 

He sheaths himself in you with one long, deep thrust. You arch up, and he hovers over you, arms on either side of you. It's been so long since you've had his dick buried in you. God, you forgot just how big he was. You can feel him pulsing up against your halls, his head rubbing against your overly sensitive spot.  

Satoru sets a brutal and fast pace right from the start. You wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to anchor yourself. You would try to meet his thrusts, but he's moving far too fast and hard. All you can do is hold onto him and let him fuck you mercilessly. You did ask for it, after all. You teased him, and them asked him to fuck you. What else did you expect?  

Well, certainly not to come for a fourth time. Not so soon. This one starts deeper than the past three but moves quickly. You barely have time to groan out his name before you're crashing over the edge again. Your entire body is shaking, but he doesn't slow down. He takes your legs and hooks them over his shoulder as he leans into you, allowing himself to go deeper. You feel him brush against your cervix. 

"Fuuuuck. You're gripping me so damn hard, babe. Nghhhh.... yeah, baby, just like that. Don't you fucking stop gripping my cock." Your head is spinning, and your entire body spasms against the sheer amount of pleasure. You can feel Satoru's thrusts start to waver, and you know he's close. He's panting, and you can see the concentration etched on his face. He moves his hand to your mound, fingers quickly finding your clit. 

"Satoru! Oh my -  Fuck! Fuck, 'Toru!" This time, you can feel your orgasm building from your toes. It is deep and thrumming, filling every fiber of your being with pleasure. It's too much. It’s too much. You're going to...  

"Come for me, princess."  

You let out a loud moan, so raw and deep that it cracks as it forces its way past your lips. It is joined by Satoru's own moan – stuttering and gravely as he pulls out, his warm seed spurting out across your skin.  

You both stay there for a moment, panting. Fuck that was good. He finally lets your legs down as he gets up to grab a tissue to clean you off. You don't want him to leave, but you know you'll be more comfortable when he's cleaned himself from you. Once your skin is no longer stained with his cum, you draw the covers back and climb under them, holding a hand out to Satoru, who has paused near the garbage can.  

"Satoru?"  

"Hmm?" He meets your gaze, coming back from...wherever his mind was.  

"Please?" You question, patting the space next to you. "I need you." He smirks at your choice of words, and you let out a laugh, but it's true. Now that you've been thoroughly fucked, you just need him. Just him. You want to feel him next to you, to make sure that he's not going to disappear from your side again. 

Satoru nods and climbs into bed with you, pulling up the sheets and draping an arm across your body. You both lay there in a comfortable silence before drifting off into sleep, the best both of you have had in months. 

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The next morning, you wake to find Satoru sitting at your desk, seemingly deep in thought. He is fully dressed – he must have been up for a while.  

"Mornin'," you say, your voice still rough with sleep. He turns, startled from his pensive state. He smiles, but you can still feel his mind trying to pull him away again. Your own mind follows suit, and you replay the events from last night. It's hard to believe that all of that transpired less than 24 hours ago. "Hey, "Toru?" 

"Hmm?" He props his head on his hand in an effort to maintain focus on you. 

"How did you... I mean, I had hoped you would, but I still can't help but wonder..." Satoru raises his eyebrows, and you chuckle at your stream of consciousness. "What I mean is... how did you find me last night?" 

He lifts a hand up, and you can see your necklace dangling from his fingers, glinting against the early morning rays of light. Your hand subconsciously goes to the front of your neck, and your heart pangs at the memory of taking it off yesterday. You had sworn you never would, and even though the events did indeed justify the action, you still felt bad.   

"I'm sorry..." You trail off, but Satoru just shakes his head.  

"I told you, I deserved it." He takes another look at the necklace before coming to sit next to you on the bed. He motions with his finger for you to turn. You comply and brush your hair to the side, allowing him to fasten it around your neck. Right where it was meant to be. "I'll always know where you run." The words are softly spoken, his breath ghosting over your ear as he leans his head against yours. "At least when you leave clues as obvious as that." You scoff playfully and elbow him lightly. He laughs and wraps his around tightly around you.  

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, just enjoying being in each other's presence.  

"Maybe we should just run away," you muse, drifting your fingers over his own. "Someplace where only the gods know where we are." He hums into your head, both of you only half contemplating the selfish thought. You both knew that you were needed here.  

*buzz buzz* 

You're broken from your thoughts by a text message coming to your phone. You plan to ignore it, but it buzzes again. Sighing, you reach over into your bag, reading the text messages.  

*buzz buzz* 

*buzz buzz* 

Your face goes red with embarrassment, but you can't help but laugh. "Or at least far enough from Shoko." You show Satoru the texts, and he bursts out laughing too.  

"So, my room tonight? Unless you want to try and be REALLY quiet -" You smack his arm.  

"Your room. Definitely your room." You quickly get ready, and Satoru flicks his glasses onto his face.  

"You know...I'm sure I can figure out how to soundproof a room. Or maybe we can try out a ball -" 

"Satoru!"  

"What?" He's grinning impishly at you.  

"Your room. Unless you plan on running those ideas past Shoko..." You let out another laugh as he sweatdrops. 

"Maybe you're right. But at least we'll be there together." A devilish grin spreads across your face. You tap his shoulder and then make a break for the door. 

"Last one to breakfast is a rotten egg!" He's in front of you before you can even reach the threshold, his grin now mirroring your own.  

"Nice try, Love." He leans down and brings you into a kiss, a hand grazing your - 

"Ow, 'Toru!" He pinches your butt and then runs off, cackling. You laugh and sigh, locking up your room behind you. You turn around and see that Satoru has already made it outside and is standing in front of a slightly annoyed Shoko, waving his hands in an exaggerated manner. You don't know what he's saying, but Shoko tries to hit him on the back of his head. She notices you and waves you over, looking less annoyed as she sees the smile across your face. Satoru is standing behind her, making faces.

Your heart swells. He is back. You are back. Everything is back to normal. And you wouldn't have it any other way. You could probably do without Shoko overhearing you guys again, though you couldn't lie, Satoru's offer was quite tempting. Maybe later.  

But for now, coffee.  

*****

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[drops-of-june]

CHAPTER 2 - Whispering Woods

• I don’t own all the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Teen Wolf

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic. It will be uploaded in my ao3 account.

Summary: It's the first day back to school, and maybe the beginning of a series of unfortunate events for the trio of friends.

Word Count: 3.5K

The insistent sound of the alarm woke Wicca from her deep sleep. She felt as if she had barely closed her eyes.

She had had a nightmare, in which Regulus brought her a burnt hand from the forest, Sirius howled at her in despair, and began to transform into a massive creature, causing her to wake up in shock. She remembered that bad dream and blamed Stiles because of his insistence last night to go look for a body in the forest.

With a sigh, she got out of bed and shuffled towards her bathroom still without opening her eyes, she undressed and stepped into the shower. Regulus was still lying on the foot of her bed, but as she got up she ran out and down to the kitchen.

When her hair stopped dripping, she went back to her room and looked for what to wear. Without wasting too much time, she grabbed a pair of jeans, and matched them with a red short-sleeved white T-shirt. On top of that she put on a lumberjack shirt. After drying her hair and putting on some makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes and not look like a zombie, she took one last look at her reflection in the full-length mirror, and went downstairs.

Her father was sitting at the table, answering some emails on his laptop when she came downstairs. When he saw her, he closed the laptop and smiled warmly at her.

'Good morning, princess.' He greeted. 'I made chocolate hotcakes.' She smiled, they were her favorite since she was little.

Before serving herself breakfast, she walked past her dad, kissed him on the forehead and hugged him, letting her head rest on his shoulder for a few seconds. Breakfast was the only time of the day they had to share besides the few days off he had as surgeon and head physician at Memorial.

Sirius was lying under the table, waiting for a treat. Piotr slyly handed him a small piece of bacon.

'Did you sleep well?' He asked as she poured herself coffee. He got up and poured the hotcake preparation onto the pan, for her to eat them warm.

'Somewhat... I honestly don't think I slept at all.' She said, yawning. 'What do you want to eat today?' She asked as she sat down at the table. He shrugged his shoulders.

'I'll leave it up to you.'

'I could make homemade pasta...' She suggested, and he turned his head with a gluttonous smirk. Wicca laughed. 'Pasta it is then. I'll leave you the portion in a container so you can boil it when you get here.' He turned and set the plate of pancakes in front of her, he had made a smiley face on top, with the cream and some blueberries. She smiled. Even though she was sixteen, she was still his little girl, and she didn't care. They were the only family they had left.

After breakfast, she left the house and got into her car.

She played the radio until she found the one that was to her liking. When Stiles got in her car he always ended up changing the station. Wicca knew she could use Spotify, but that way she had the power to put her favorite song on repeat, and then she wouldn't find out about the new charts.

A couple of blocks away from her house, she pulled over to the curb, and waited a few seconds. The passenger door opened and a boy dropped into the seat.

'Hey, Wis...' he said by way of greeting, as he carefully closed the vehicle door.

'Hey, Zac' She replied with the same tone and a smile, and started the car again.

Since the beginning of school, Wicca had been driving Isaac to school, as he lived close to her house. At first, he had been reluctant to do so, insisting that he didn't want to be a bother. But seeing that the girl was unwilling to take a no for an answer, he had no choice but to accept.

***

September, 2009.

If Wicca had to choose a favorite season of the year, that would be this one. In the streets you could already see how the trees were beginning to prepare for their transformation. Little by little the leaves would begin to turn reddish and orange tones, announcing the arrival of autumn.

The warm breeze of the last days of summer caused the leaves to begin to fall on the sidewalks, creating multicolored paths of leaves, perfect for dragging one's feet and spreading them out.

The school year was just starting and Wicca was in her biology class, trying to concentrate on her lesson on plant cells, when she noticed a cut on the hand of Isaac Lahey, a classmate sitting near her. Noticing that she was watching, he hid his hand inside the cuff of his sweater and blushed slightly.

It was the first year of high school, and although she hadn't talked to Isaac much before, there was something about his taken-back appearance that caught her attention.

When class ended and the bell rang, Wicca took the opportunity to approach him.

'You should go to the nurse's office.' She commented, pointing to the cut on his hand. Isaac looked up, a little surprised that someone was addressing him, he was used to being invisible to his fellow classmates.

'It's not serious...' He replied cautiously. 'I didn't want to bother the nurse over something so small.' That had been the longest sentence she had ever heard him say, outside of answering questions to teachers.

Wicca frowned, clearly concerned. Without repairing to ask permission, she took his hand gently but firmly and led him into a nearby empty classroom, closing the door behind them.

Isaac looked surprised and somewhat awkward, but watched her curiously as she pulled a small first aid kit from her backpack.

'Sit here.' She indicated, pointing to one of the chairs. Isaac sat down, somewhat puzzled, but still let Wicca take care of it. She carefully cleaned the wound with disinfectant, applied antibiotic ointment and then covered the cut with a band-aid, while he watched her with fascinated curiosity.

'My dad's a doctor.' She explained as she worked, seeing that he was looking at her with a slight frown. As they exchanged glances, he quickly diverted his gaze. 'He taught me how to do this stuff.' Once she was done, she informed him. 'At least you don't need stitches.' Isaac nodded, impressed by her skill and determination.

'I told you it wasn't serious.' He said sheepishly when she finished. Wicca smiled slightly.

'No, it isn't. But it's best to make sure it doesn't get infected.'

As she put her things away, her gaze wandered and she noticed a bruise on Isaac's arm. Her face tightened, but Isaac quickly covered himself again with the sweater, trying to hide it. Wicca decided not to ask questions, and pretended not to have seen anything.

'Well, that's it.' She said, straightening up. 'I should go to the next class. I'm already running late.' Isaac looked at her, with a mixture of gratitude and shyness.

'Thank you, Wicca.'

'It's nothing, Isaac.' She replied with a smile. 'Take care of yourself, okay?'

As she left the room, Isaac watched her curiously, not understanding why she had helped him.

As time passed, Isaac and Wicca began to talk more often. Isaac developed a crush on her from that first day she healed his hand, and although he was shy, he always found an excuse to be near her. Wicca, for her part, unaware of the boy's feelings, was always willing to help him without asking any questions.

One afternoon, after school, Wicca found Isaac in the hallway by his locker, his head down. As she approached, he moved his arm and the long-sleeved shirt he wore lifted briefly. Wicca saw a very large bruise on his arm, as if someone had pressed it too hard.

'Isaac, come with me.' She said softly, leading him into the empty room they usually used.

Once there, she pulled out her first aid kit and began tending to the cut on his forehead. She worked silently, but couldn't get the image of the bruise out of her head. Finally, she decided she had to say something.

'Isaac, I've noticed that you've had more injuries than usual lately...' She commented cautiously, avoiding looking him directly in the eyes so as not to make him uncomfortable. 'I know you don't like to talk about it, and don't tell me they're injuries from falling on skateboards or something like that.... What's going on, is there anything I can do to help?'

Isaac hesitated, his hands shaking slightly. He wasn't sure how to express how he felt, or whether he should trust her with something so personal. But Wicca's understanding look and her willingness to always help him, no questions asked, convinced him.

'The situation in my house is not... pretty.' He said finally, his voice barely audible.

Wicca nodded, giving him space to continue if he wanted to, but without pressuring him. Seeing that she made no gesture, and said nothing either, he continued:

'Won't you say something like I should know how to defend myself or.... I don't know, that being a man these things shouldn't happen to me?' Isaac asked, looking at the floor.

Wicca stopped cleaning the wound for a moment and looked at him gently.

'Isaac, it doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, not everyone can defend themselves... None of us should have to go through something like this, but...' She continued tending to his wound with the same care and dedication as always. When she finished, she sat down across from him and looked him straight in the eyes. 'Isaac, if you ever need it, you can come to my house, you know. I'm not telling you it's permanent, but if you need a shelter until things calm down, my doors will be open, dad wouldn't mind.'

Isaac looked at her, surprised by her offer. Gratitude and excitement flashed in his eyes, but the words caught in his throat.

'Thank you, Wicca.' He managed to finally say. 'I'll keep that in mind.'

Things for Isaac unfortunately didn't change at home, but he found Wicca just enough help to endure it. Although she was best friends with Stiles and Scott, he noticed that she always found time for him when he needed it. Isaac had come to her house a couple of times and, when in his second year Wicca started volunteering at the hospital, he would visit her there.

One afternoon, after school, Isaac decided to go to the hospital to see her. She had a break between her rounds, and went up to the terrace, her favorite place to relax. When she found Isaac there, sitting on the edge of the roof, she almost had a heart attack as she misunderstood his intention. But Isaac calmed her down, assuring her that he didn't mean to hurt himself, he was just enjoying the view and the fresh air. He had brought hot chocolate and chip cookies.

That later became a tradition, and every Friday night, he would bring coffee or chocolate and donuts or cookies, to share with Wicca on the terrace of the Beacon Hills Memorial, and there they sat on the edge of the building, and it became a safe place for him.

***

Arriving at the school parking lot, he said goodbye to her, and waved briefly to Stiles as he passed him and walked directly into the school.

Stiles was waiting for Wicca beside his jeep. Wicca looked at her friend, who in turn was observing Isaac curiously. As if he wanted to decipher what he was really like. When Isaac had started talking to Wicca, the three of them had tried to include him in their activities, but something always came up, so realizing that he wasn't of interest to them, they stopped trying.

'Goodbye, Isaac.' He murmured, though he was clearly no longer there. Wicca let out a small laugh. 'He's... weird.' He commented, not wanting to sound rude.

'He's just... Isaac.' She shrugged. 'And you say that like you're the most normal person in Beacon Hills. Which reminds me... What happened last night?' She asked, willing not to divert the topic from what was important. Stiles' smile disappeared.

'Nothing...' She looked at him incredulously. 'Yeah, we went to the woods...'

'Stiles!' She scolded him, punching him in the arm. They started walking towards the school entrance so they could wait for Scott to arrive. 'What if something happened to you guys? Dad said they didn't find whoever killed that girl. What if he had still been there while you guys were there?'

The boy looked a little chagrined after thinking about it that way. He had not taken into account the dangers his impulse could cause. He rarely used to do it, anyway. That was why Stiles' mother had given them nicknames when they first started becoming friends: Mischief and Wisdom. While those nicknames had come from a play on words with their names, they represented them in their totality. Stiles being a hyperactive and mischievous child. Wicca being the bearer of knowledge and logic. And as Scott came into their lives, he received the nickname Scout, being adventurous and with an unwavering code of his ethics, always empathetic, and above all else, loyal.

'So what happened?' she asked anyway, unable to contain her curiosity. Stiles smiled and poked her in the ribs.

'Oh, so you're curious...' He commented playfully. 'Well... Nothing... We didn't get to see much. Dad came and... I lost Scott.'

'What do you mean you lost Scott?' She looked at him, stopping.

'Yeah... well... Dad showed up and I had to tell him I was alone so I wouldn't get him in trouble...'

'And you left him alone in the woods?' She asked, pulling out her cell phone to dial Scott. The cell phone rang a few feet away from them. When Wicca looked up, the boy was approaching them. 'Scott!' She said relieved, though when she was close enough she punched him in the arm. 'Can't you say no to Stiles?' He didn't answer.

'What happened last night? I didn't catch your message.' Stiles said.

'After you left?' He asked, squinting. 'Well not much... I just got attacked by an animal.' He commented. Wicca couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or serious.

'What do you mean, what animal?' she asked, frowning. 'Did it hurt you?' She asked looking at him, as if she could detect some wound underneath his clothes. Scott lifted up his shirt, revealing a wound covered with a bandage. Some blood could be seen through it.

'I was looking to get back when suddenly some scared deer ran out and knocked me down. As I was about to get up, I saw it. It was a wolf.' He reported.

'It couldn't have been a wolf...' Stiles replied.

'Well... I didn't see it because it was dark, but I heard a howling.'

'I don't know what it could have been, but it wasn't a wolf. There are no wolves in California...'

'Maybe a coyote? I've seen some sneaking through the woods... Have you disinfected yourself? Let me see.' Demanded the girl.

'No, it didn't sound like a coyote...' He paused briefly and continued. 'You think I don't know how to treat a wound? I work at a vet's, and mom's a nurse... I think I know the basics of first aid.' He grumbled, though he pulled up his t-shirt again anyway, and began to remove the gauze.

'I'd be doubtful too if you put your skills tending animals to those of tending humans first...' Stiles joked, bending down slightly so he could look at the wound as well.

When Scott uncovered the bandage, there was nothing there. Wicca looked at it for a few seconds in silence and went back to punching him. Stiles looked disappointed.

'You scared me!' she complained. 'I thought something had seriously happened to you!’

'But it was there...' Scott looked confused. 'I swear, it was a bite...'

'A bite that isn't there from a wolf that doesn't exist...' Stiles repeated, analyzing his words.

'I'm not lying! I swear to you.' He said with a frown. Wicca looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He was silent for a moment as he looked at the place where the wound should be. 'But...'

'Did you hit your head when you were frightened by the deer?' she asked.

'Unless you imagined them too...' Stiles joked.

'Oh, wait... Is this the moment we confess to him that we're just a figment of his imagination?'

'Ha. Ha. Ha... So if you don't believe me that, you're not going to believe me that I found the body either.' He said mysteriously. Stiles looked ecstatic. Wicca was a little worried that he would find the finding of a dismembered body to be exciting.

'This must be the best thing that's happened to Beacon Hills since-' Something cut him off in mid-sentence, and as his friends followed his eyes, they came upon a girl who was about to enter the building. 'Since the birth of Lydia Martin.'

As she walked past them, she completely ignored the boy. Scott and Wicca hid a smirk as their friend looked at them.

'That one must be in the top ten... comparing her birth to finding half a corpse in the woods.' She said.

'My favorite is still when he told her that fact about the owls.'

'Two more tries and you'll get the first monosyllable from her.' Wicca cheered exaggeratedly, mocking Stiles' failed attempts at getting the blonde's attention. Scott and she high-fived.

Stiles looked at his friends with narrowed eyes, he was about to say something to them, opening and closing his mouth without finding the words. Then he turned away and started walking towards the school entrance, giving up.

Upon entering the facility, the three went their separate ways and entered their respective classes. While Scott and Stiles shared a class, Wicca went in a different direction.

Entering the chemistry classroom, she went to her usual seat, and placed her books on the desk. A girl sat on the bench next to her with a smile that reflected a mixture of friendliness with indifference together, as if she didn't want to show any real emotion.

At the beginning of the school year, they had been paired together by the teacher, and got the best grade in the class. Since then, Lydia had insisted on keeping that team for the rest of the year, saying that Wicca could help her with her grades. She had done it the same way she always got her way. Everyone wanted to owe her a favor.

When class began, Wicca found herself lost in thought with her eyes fixed on Lydia Martin. Lydia, the most popular girl in school, had an aura of confidence and beauty that seemed to come naturally to her. Her cherry blonde hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and her full lips always carried a hint of subtle gloss. At that moment I watched as Lydia participated in the discussion about the periodic table, though in a superficial and somewhat indifferent manner.

Although Lydia pretended to be uninterested in the class, Wicca had noticed how on occasions Lydia solved complex chemistry problems with ease, despite her nonchalant performance. She was smart, much smarter than she seemed to want others to believe.

As she watched Lydia take notes with casual elegance, Wicca struggled internally with mixed feelings. On one hand, she desperately searched for some fault in Lydia that would justify her discomfort or even a feeling of dislike, but each attempt proved fruitless. The only thing she could criticize was her eagerness to maintain her popularity and, perhaps, a certain superficiality in how she presented herself to others. Which, in turn, was not a bad thing. She wanted to look for a flaw in her perfection to logically justify her dislike.

She didn't want to hate someone by justifying herself with simple jealousy. Wiesława Wojcik considered herself mature enough to do so. For, although Lydia didn't even know Stiles existed, every time she saw her best friend gaze in the blonde's direction, mesmerized, she felt a knot in her stomach.

In that moment of introspection, Lydia noticed Wicca's intense gaze on her and, with a smile somewhere between awkward and friendly, she asked, 'What are you thinking about, Wies?’

Wicca smiled slightly, somewhere between uncomfortable and worried by the comment. Something really violent must have happened for them to find the body in half.

It could only be the work of some wild animal, or someone who was really messed up in the head.

As the bell rang announcing the end of first period, she looked around for her friends and found them, who were talking to Harley, a fellow classmate, by their lockers.

'Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?'

'Because she's hot' Stiles said as if it was the most logical thing in the world. 'Beautiful people herd together.' Wicca smacked the back of his head and he rubbed it.

'What's left for me if I get along with you, then?' She complained, pretending to be hurt.

'You are the exception that proves the rule.' He said, trying to fix it. 'You're too cool to be popular.' Wicca rolled her eyes and ignored the comment.

'I didn't know there was someone new, I didn't run into her in class.' She admitted, slyly glancing at the new girl they were referring to, who was talking to Lydia and Jackson.

'I think she's from San Francisco, but her family was from here.' Harley reported, lowering her voice. Wicca thought it must be hard trying to fit in at school by showing up in the middle of the school year. She felt a little sorry for her.

When Harley left, she turned to the two boys. 'So...ready for tryouts?' she asked wanting to change the subject. Stiles looked at her with a shrug.

'Scott thinks he'll get it this time and be a headliner.'

'Maybe he'll make it because of the wolf bite' She joked trying to prod Scott. Stiles let out a laugh, but Scott still seemed to be keeping an eye on the new girl. Her friend snapped her fingers in front of his face. 'Hey, Earth calling McCall...' she muttered, snapping him out of his trance. He looked confused.

'Yeah, what happened?' Stiles pointed to his chin looking at his friend.

'You've got something...'

'Yeah, it's leaking out of your...' the girl agreed.

'What?' Scott asked, raising a hand to his face, concerned.

'The drool.' She explained teasingly. 'Be careful on the floor, Stiles, don't slip.' She said, as she stood in between the two of them and dragged them both to the locker room. She then walked over to the bleachers to watch the practice along with a small group of students.

A few hours later, there were the three of them walking through the woods. Scott wanted to test them about his adventure the night before, show them where the body was and retrieve his inhaler. His friends followed him, still skeptical.

'I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things.' Scott commented on his new skills in the practice with which he impressed everyone, as the three of them walked through the woods. It was still daylight, and the leaves and twigs under their feet crunched as they stepped on them.

Wicca trailed behind the boys, hands in the pockets of her jacket, trying to keep her balance as she stepped over the larger fallen branches.

'Smell things? Like what?'

'Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.'

'I don't even have any mint mojito...' Stiles said, as he reached into his pockets and found the gum Scott was referring to.

Wicca let out a sound of concern, and he turned to look at her.

'What if this is all related to the bite you got last night?'

'Now do you believe me?' He asked somewhat puzzled. She looked at Stiles and he understood where the conversation was going as if he had read her mind. He gave her a knowing smile that Scott didn't manage to see.

'Well... I mean. It makes sense now... You were bitten by a wolf, the wound is gone and you have more agility than before. Hearing and smelling things…’

'Yes, he must be infected by now.'

'Infected?' Scott asked, visibly concerned. The three of them stopped walking for a moment. 'Infected with what?'

'Don't worry... Dad has some big chains in his garage. We'll find a safe place and we'll keep you tied up until the danger has passed.' She explained in a mocking tone. Scott now looked at her in confusion. 'It's only a couple of days until the full moon.' Stiles and Wicca broke into a howl in unison. Scott now got the joke and nudged them both, stepping forward.

'Hey, you were the one who talked about the wolf in the woods... If you see us in shop class melting silver bullets just in case, don't be surprised. We'll be fast and you won't feel a thing.' Stiles joked.

Scott stopped again and started searching the ground, ignoring them.

'It should be around here... I'm sure of it.'

'Maybe the killer took him.'

'Or was the werewolf...' Wicca murmured.

They watched him silently, as he sifted through the dry leaves beneath their feet. Wicca heard a noise and looked up. She elbowed Stiles as she saw a person in front of them.

It was a boy in his twenties, athletically built and muscular. His hair was black in color and messy. He had a beard of a couple of days, which together with his serious and intense look gave him an air of mystery and rudeness.

'What are you doing here?' he asked. None of the three knew how to answer, so his tone became more brusque as he continued. 'This is private property.'

'Uh, sorry man, we didn't know.'

'Sorry. We're not looking for trouble, we were just looking for our friend's inhaler.' She interjected, but the other boy's attention seemed only focused on Scott. The latter returned his gaze, flustered. The stranger reached into his pocket and Wicca took a step back, instinctively. He threw something small at Scott and he caught it with no trouble. It was his inhaler.

The leather-jacketed boy turned his gaze once more to Scott, as if unaware of the other two, and turned away, quietly disappearing the same way he had appeared.

'That was... something.' Wicca muttered.

'That was Derek Hale.'

'You mean the Hales from the fire?' the girl asked, looking over to where Derek had vanished. Scott didn't seem to know who they were referring to.

'Fire? What fire?'

'I'm surprised at how oblivious you are... The Hale's, almost all of them died in a fire a few years ago. We were like... what, eleven years old?'

'Yeah something like that...'

'I wonder what he's doing around here again.'

The landscape evoked a sense of almost palpable mystery. Tall trees filtered the sunlight in beams that intertwined on the leaf-covered ground. In its quietness, whispers and ancient undiscovered secrets seemed to echo.

Wicca again curiously surveyed the forest. After a few seconds, she turned and followed her friends out of the forest.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

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I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 14

Sweetheart

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n and Steve have some time alone

Warnings: smut, lots of smut. Sweet sex. Maybe some swearing, knowing me there’s probably some

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Hey, sweetheart." Steve grinned, pulling y/n into a quick kiss as she walked down to breakfast. She gave him a warm smile, leaning onto his touch as Steve wrapped and arm over her shoulders and pulled y/n into him.

"What just happened?" Clint mused, a frown settling on his face as his eyes flicked between the two of them. Nat quirked a brow, Thor smiled like and idiot and Tony rolled his eyes.

"I- I think they just kissed." Bruce supplied, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Finally." Nat muttered, pushing her food around her plate. Thor was still grinning, the curl of his lips boyish.

"What are you so happy about?" Steve asked, brows raised but tone playful.

"Just the fact that Tony here," Thor clapped Tony on the shoulder, "owes me 100 dollars now." Thor confessed, Tony's unamused expression making everyone laugh. Of course y/n's came out silent.

"You bet how long it'd take us to get together?" Steve inquire, and Tony smirked.

"No, I bet you wouldn't get the balls to ask her out because you're frigid and have no clue how to talk to women." He explained.

"I talk to Nat!" Steve countered.

"Nat doesn't count, she's a coworker. And most probably gay." Tony said flatly, and Nat merely shrugged when Steve looked to her for help.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Clint asked after the silence had ensued the room. Tony began to speak but Thor cut him off, earning the Asgardian God a glare.

"We're going to find Bucky." He said optimistically. Y/n instantly perked up, eyes flickering between the super soldier sat beside her and her dad across the table.

"What? Don't look at me!" Steve exclaimed, hands held up in surrender. Tony breathed a heavy sigh.

"That's not what we're doing. Finding my daughter's HYDRA escapade is merely a bonus, and that's if you could even call it that." Tony dismissed and y/n sent him a look at could kill. "Today, we are invading a HYDRA base, so I want everyone on their best behaviour." Tony said, eyeing up the avengers in the room. "And you're not coming." He added hastily, pointing a finger at y/n.

"How come?" Nat asked for her.

"Y/n has already been kidnapped by HYDRA twice, I don't feel like it's a good idea to give them the opportunity for a third time." Steve answers before Tony could.

"What is it with everyone and talking over me today?!" Tony complained, pushing back from his seat and dumping his empty coffee mug in the sink. "Meet at the quinjet at 12." Tony turned to leave, not even making it to the door before he was turning around to face steve and y/n again. "And you're not coming either." He said pointedly at the super soldier.

"Wha- why not?!"

"Because of your emotional attachment. I can't have you freaking out and falling onto a river again just because you had some minor nostalgia." Tony said dramatically.

"That's not what happened." Steve defended.

"Close enough." Tony waved off, leaving the room without another word.

...

"How are you?" Steve asked, perching himself beside y/n on the sofa whilst placing the bowel of popcorn on the coffee table.

Shit. We should be with them.

"I know, Doll. I know." Steve sighed, sinking back into the cushions and slinging an arm over the back of the sofa, behind y/n.

I just feel guilty.

"I get it, trust me, I do. I spent years feeling like this before I got the serum. I changed my form five times before Dr Erskine found me." Steve admitted, placing a soft kiss on y/n's cheek as a method of reassurance. "Now," he spoke after a moment, "what are we watching?"

Y/n grinned at that. She'd been catching Steve up with all the movies he'd missed, and at the same time checking out a few of the ones she'd missed in the four years she was with HYDRA.

A classic, one of my personal favourite movies. Or at least it was.

"And what is this movie called, darling?" It was that moment that y/n pressed play, eyes lighting up with excitement when the film begun to play. When the title screen flashed, Steve smiled slightly, having heard of the movie from all the avengers. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone flashed on the screen, y/n smile widening at the familiar words.

We're not stopping until we finish all 8 movies, just so you know.

Steve shook his head playfully. They'd been told the mission would last a few days, maybe even a week.

"Good thing Tony has lots of popcorn then." Steve muttered, settling back into the couch as y/n curled against his hard chest.

They barely began the fourth movie before Steve's hands were wandering slightly, skimming over y/n's thighs and tracing small circles into her skin with his thumbs. His lips kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear.

Y/n turned her head slightly, giving steve a questioning look. He have her a mischievous smile, dipping his head down to her neck and continuing to kiss the smooth skin. Y/n gasped when his lips hovered over the scar, lightly brushing over the raised skin.

"M'bored." He mumbled, hands inching even higher until they skimmed the bottom of her shorts. Y/n let out soft sighs, leaning into Steve's touch. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth open in a silent moan when his thumb slipped into her shorts and brushed over her now damn panties. He smirked against her skin. "Looks like someone's not so bothered about finishing the movies anymore." He murmured.

Y/n turned around quickly in his lap, connecting their lips in a desperately slow kiss. Steve moaned against her mouth, hand travelling up to tangle in her hair whilst his other hand grasped her thigh and hooked it over his lap, so that y/n was straddling him. Her arm intertwined around his neck when she felt the bulge pressing between her legs, pressing down against it and grinding her hims.

Steve groaned, detaching his lips from hers and trailing them along her jaw, her neck, pulling down y/n's shirt collar slightly to kiss at her collar bone. Y/n threw her head back, hands grasping the bottom of Steve's t-shirt and tugging it over his head. Steve broke away from her for only the time it took to get his shirt over his head before his lips were latched to her skin again, teeth nibbling lightly at her collar bone before his kisses were trailing back up to her ear.

"Are you sure this is okay?" He breathed, biting her earlobe lightly. Y/n nodded, hands trying to find the bottom of her own shirt. Steve pulled away, hands cupping both her cheeks and forcing y/n to look into his eyes. "Are you sure this is okay?" He asked sternly, but his nose brushing hers affectionately said otherwise.

Y/n remained eye contact, nodding slowly so he understood. A massive smile spread over Steve's face, his lips connecting with her's in a passionate kiss, mostly teeth and tongue.

Before they new it, clothes were gone and Steve remained in only his briefs, kneeling on the floor in front of y/n. He picked up her leg, placing a soft kiss to her ankle, then her calf, then her knee. Finally, he reached her core, where he placed a teasing kiss over her clothed clit that made y/n buck her hips up.

"None of that." Steve chuckled, pressing an arm to her stomach to keep y/n's hips pinned to the sofa. He moved away, kissing the inside of her thighs teasingly while she gasped and sighed above him. Steve smirked against her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties before slowly pulling her down her legs.

Steve buried himself between her thighs, eating y/n out like she was his last meal and he was a man starved. Y/n's mouth was permanently open, the lewd moans she would be making substituted with silence as Steve's tongue lapped around her clit, down to her entrance and back up again.

It had been nearly a month since y/n returned from hell, and they hadn't done much more than kiss. Y/n and Steve had decided to keep their relationship secret for a while, knowing that it may stun a couple of their teammates and not to mention how unpredictable Tony's reaction was.

As much a steve wished he could hear y/n moaning - no screaming - his name, Steve was just happy that he could finally get a taste of the girl he loved. Of course, she didn't know his feeling ran quite that deep yet. He moaned into her core, her taste, her sweetness, one he could devour for hours and still be unsatisfied. One of the things spurring him on were Bruce's words: in a few months, her voice should start to return.

Y/n came with a sinful arch to her back, and Steve happily lapped up everything she gave him. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, heavy breathing echoing in the room and Steve fumbled to get out of his trousers and boxers. When they were off, he cooed gently in y/n's ear when she gasped at the size.

"I'll go gentle. If you need me to stop, for any reason, tap me three times with two fingers anywhere and I promise I'll stop." He assured, rolling a condom over his length.

The brightest smile spread on steve lips when the hoarse sound staggered from y/n as he pushed in. We're getting there, he thought. Her eyes widened, an excited sparkle to them in the realisation that she made a noise.

Steve's strokes were slow but powerful, bringing both him and his girl to the edge very quickly. The speed of their release could also be due to the fact that neither of them had been laid in a little while too. Steve's grin never left, the hoarse sounds still coming from y/n. She seemed pleased too, but was way to wrapped out in the feeling of his tip nudging her cervix to care.

When they came, Steve cried out y/n's name with a grunt and a groan, collapsing on the sofa beside her as both avengers tried to catch their breath back.

"That was...amazing." Steve sighed, smirking when he felt y/n nod against his chest, which she'd now curled into with a leg thrown over his waist. Steve pulled a blanket over them both, carding a hand through y/n's hair and rubbing smooth circles into her scarred back.

His fingers ran over the dips and bumps of the raised flesh, a pang of guilt eating at him when Steve realised everything she'd been through. He sighed deeply, sinking further into the sofa as y/n nuzzled into his chest further, he steady breathing telling him she was already fast asleep.

Steve could feel his own eyes drifting shut now, his long eyelashes scraping over his cheeks as sleep pulled him under. Little did Steve know, that the next few weeks would be full of sex with his girl, the act something she'd become obsessed with because she could make a sound whilst he was buried balls-deep within her.

It ended up driving the rest of the team mad, especially Tony. Y/n would try and pull Steve out of conference meetings, tease him throughout briefings and debriefings, keep him up all night when they had nothing to do the next day, just so she could hear her own voice again.

And don't get steve wrong - the sex was wonderful, like entering heaven, but the tiredness that ensued and pulled his whole being down like an anchor wasn't so great.

Everyone noticed it, but Steve would brush them off - after all, he only wanted to see y/n happy, and he loved hearing her voice, no matter how strained it currently was.

So when the team got back from their mission the first time they slept together, devoid of Bucky, Steve and the rest of the team decided to keep the rest of their missions to find the winter soldier on the down low. The shear disappointment steve had seen in y/n's eyes when they told her shattered him, made him want to cry as tears slipped down her reddened cheeks.

[tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar]

Oh No, I think I'm Catching Feelings.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x You

Summary: One day, during your stay in Outer Banks for your dad's business trip, you get inside of JJ's head. His friends are no help.

Word Count: 1367

Note: I dreamt about this last night so of course I had to write it as soon and fast as possible. The title is based on the song Sex by EDEN. I mention it during a scene so you should listen to the song when you read it. I might write a Part 2 that's inspired by the lyrics (giving me feedback will help me make up my mind).I hope you love it!

*not my gif. Credit to the owner!*

For the past two days, the only time your father talks to you is when he reminds you that this isn't a vacation, it's for work. You get stuck to go to brunch with his partner's daughter in the four star you're staying in.

Your mother is quick to judge your outfit. Your favorite and most used pair of shoes, shorts, and a t-shirt. "Y/N you must dress to impress." She pushes you back into the room and starts looking through your suitcase. "I told you to hang this all up."

You jump on the bed and shrug your shoulders. "We're just having breakfast- I mean bunch. I don't understand why this is necessary. Can't we just go to the beach and talk? Let her show me around?"

"Your father says they are one of the richest families on this island. We need them to like us." You roll your eyes, as she gives you a pointed look over her shoulder.

"Change into this and head down to the dinner room. The reservation is under your father's name."

You grab the white knee length dress from her to go change in the bathroom.

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JJ does a double take when he sees Sarah sitting at a table. He fakes a smile and apologizes for overfilling a glass of water.

He quickly walks away and puts his hands on the back of the chair opposite side of her table and learns in. "You know, it took a big toll on my best friend's mood when you canceled on him."

"I'm meeting my dad's new business partner daughter. Trust me, I'm not happy about it either."

He hums to himself. "That's why you're so dressed up?"

She quotes her mother from earlier. "Dress to impress."

"Are you sure it's not a boy and you're just lying to me?"

Sarah crosses her arms around her chest. "You know I don't like liars, JJ." He nods, understanding how far and deep that means.

Taking a sip of her water, she changes the topic. "Will you get in trouble for talking to me instead of working?"

"I can do both and still get in trouble." He switches the salt and pepper shakers around. She laughs as he turns around quickly to do the same with the nearest table as another bus boy walks up with a girl wearing a white dress following behind him.

Sarah gets up to shake her hand but stops, "is that a mood ring? Oh, my god, I used to have like ten in middle school."

Sarah notices JJ looking over his shoulder when the girl laughs as she sits down.

"I had to buy it after I saw a tiktok about them. Brought back middle school memories for me too. I'm Y/N, by the way."

"Sarah."

"I'm JJ." Sarah gives him a look that says, 'are you serious?'

He smirks as he swings a tablecloth over his shoulder. "Do either of you beautiful ladies need a refill?" His grip on the glass water pitcher tightens when he notices they're both full.

Sarah laughs as she picks hers up and mumbles, "smooth."

You can't help to laugh before saying, "I think we're okay for now, thank you."

He smiles at you and doesn't give Sarah a second glance as he hurries off towards the kitchen's doors.

He kicks them open and gets yelled at for running towards the back room. When he reaches his locker, he grabs his phone and is surprised to see Sarah has already beat him to it. He reads the text.

"I invited her to the party at the boneyard."

Another one comes through.

"She asked if it's made of human or animal bones. I told her you'll more than glad to answer that ;)"

"I hate you. You're a great wingwoman."

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You watch as the cute bus boy blondie walks away. Sarah catches your eye and you say, "there's no boys that look like that at home."

"You should see his best friend, my boyfriend. You bought up tiktok though, which is my new obsession."

"Mine too. Not to be rude or anything, but I really didn't want to do this stupid brunch idea. So thank you, for seeming to be really cool."

She smiles and says, "There's a party happening tonight at the Boneyard, you should come. Tell your dad I invited you, that should get a yes out of him, right?"

"Most definitely. Can you pick me up? I have no idea where that it is. Is it called the boneyard cause there's animal and human bones there's?"

"No, no. But JJ will be there."

You blush. "Are you his wingwoman?"

"This is the first time being it. How am I doing?"

"You're straight to the point, which is good."

"If you like that, just until later tonight. If JJ gets too much, no one will blame you for yelling at him to shut up. He's used to it. I'm kinda hoping you'll make the impossible happen and make him speechless."

She waves off the waiter. "Do you want hangout until then? Since you're dad payed for this, I can use some of my dad's money for a shopping trip?"

"Can we leave right now? I haven't really gone out and explore-"

"Say no more. Let me just text my friend Kiara, she can join us."

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Kiara pops her elbow on JJ shoulder, smirking. "I had a lot of fun today, thank you for asking."

He passes her a red solo cup and uses a sweet little voice to ask, "What did you do today, sweetheart?"

"Walked around the town, did some shopping, talked about you with Sarah and Y/N."

Pope laughs as he listens and watches JJ face turn bright red. "Please tell me what you three talked about."

"Maybe later. I'm going to go dance with Y/N."

JJ asks, "Where's your girlfriend?" as soon as John B returns to the table with extra cups.

"Don't you mean Y/N?" He shoves him and mutters, "I hate you all."

Pope gives him a questionable look. "I haven't done anything."

"Yet," JJ adds, glaring at him.

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"I love this song!" You yell over the music and Sarah has to stop dancing and stand in stillb to remember where it's from. "You mean you love the tiktok tend?"

"That too." Kiara notices you are trying to get the very last of your drink. She points at the refill table and you smile in thanks and tell them you'll be right back. They both share knowing looks as they see that JJ has already noticed you heading towards him.

He pushes his way to stand between and in front of John B and Pope and smirks, "Long time no see."

"I'll like that refill now, please."

Pope rolls his eyes when JJ says, "I'm not working." But isn't too surprised when he still grabs the cup from you. With how he's friend is smiling to himself and how you're looking at him, it finally clicks. "Ah! You most be Y/N. He hasn't stopped talking about you all day."

JJ tints the cup sideways towards Pope's shirt and says, "oops." as the rest of the beer spills over him.

You're still trying not to laugh too hard when JJ asks you if you want to come with him to look for a towel.

As you walk beside him towards the Chateau, JJ flips John B and Pope off when he hears whistling and one of them yelling, "there's beach towels everywhere!"

"I really like your friends."

"Yeah well someone has too. You've been with most of them all day today."

"Maybe you and I can to hangout tomorrow? If you don't have plans or work-"

"How long are you staying here?" He can't help to ask. He has been wondering about it all day.

"I'm surprised your wingwoman didn't tell you. Her dad wants mine to work on more stuff here. Probably will be here for the rest of the week."

"I'll tell her to make her dad change it to two more weeks." You smile at him and he watches as you intertwine your arms together.

"We still need to find a towel for Pope, remember?" You tease and he runs his hands through his hair. "Kiara told me about where you guys hang out. Is that where we're going?"

"Only if you tell me what my friends told you about me."

"Where's the fun in that, Maybank?"

He normally hates it when people call him by his last name. He guesses one of his friends told you that. It doesn't bother him. He normally only bring girls to the Chateau during a party to make out - sometimes to have sex in the guestroom. He notices that he doesn't really want to stop walking next to you and talking. As he guards you both to the longer way to get there, he notices that in one day you are ready friends with his friends. He normally doesn't even think adding someone else to the picture.

He barely hears himself saying, "You're not normal." But he laughs with you when you respond with,"Thank God for that."

"Oh no," he thinks to himself. "I think I'm catching feelings."

[wickedbarnes]

Forbidden Fruit (Pt. 3) | Keanu Reeves x Reader

Part 2

WARNING: Daddy kink/issues. Age gap. Smut (18+ readers ONLY).

NOTE: 2nd picture above is the picture of your outfit.

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If Keanu was a good man, he wouldn't be doing this. If he was anywhere near as good as people told him to be he wouldn't be standing in the shower, letting the cold water run down his back while he had his calloused hand wrap around his own cock.

He wouldn't be stroking it to the thought of his girlfriend's daughter. He wouldn't be hissing and cursing her name underneath his breath. And he definitely wouldn't be fantasizing about her all the time. But here he is, teasing his twitching cock by swirling his thumb around his tip, whimpering at the thought of you being on your knees for him and just being the best girl by running your soft warm tongue on his thick length.

Keanu should be thinking about your mom. Not that he didn't find her attractive, he did. Your mom is very beautiful and there was certainly no denying you got your good looks from her but... Keanu already felt their relationship was reaching its end.

There just wasn't anything left to fight for anymore. They both lived in the same house and yet they acted like complete strangers. Yes, Keanu is busy with his motorcycle company and your mom is busy with her own job, but he couldn't help but feel as if your Mom no longer put the same effort in the relationship. It felt completely one sided.

But they had come to the agreement of trying again. Of trying to see if this would still work. So they had tried to go out for dates, tried to spend more time together and everything was going well so far. Keanu loves your mother, there's no doubt about that. But then you came in.

Not that he's claiming he loves you. But Keanu is certainly lusting over you. Your beauty and innocence is so refreshing to him. And the fact that something filthy hid underneath that innocence drove him crazy. He tried his best to distance himself from you, he really did. But something about you just drew him in. And he couldn't even pinpoint what it was.

So for today, Keanu has made the decision of going out and visit Arch, the company he had co-founded, finish what needs to be finished today instead of working at home. With your mother away for work, he wouldn't even know if he could control himself around you. Not that he didn't like your company, but deep down he knew he needed some time apart from you.

Once he got out of the shower after he just finished a sinful activity in there, Keanu began to dry himself off and began to get ready for work.

Meanwhile, after your interesting encounter with your mother's boyfriend this morning, you had decided to catch up with some of your old friends here in town since it had been quite a while the last time you saw each other. Thankfully, your boss was kind enough to let you get about three weeks off at work. And in all honesty, you deserved to have the break. You worked your ass off in order to have the chance to go back home.

It was already 11 AM and you had took the chance to start getting ready. Rummaging through your closet, you had eventually found an old flowy white mini dress that had cute little puff sleeves. You had completely forgot about this dress and immediately regret that you didn't pack it with you when you moved away. Thankfully, it didn't have any stains on it so you decided to wear that one since it was perfect for a weather like this.

After changing into the dress, you quickly did your make up, making sure you opted for a natural look before you let your hair down from your bun, letting it fall into loose waves. Once you did one last check in your mirror, you grabbed your black purse and shoved in your essentials inside before slipping in a pair of white sandals on.

You were going to meet up with your chilhood friends, Layla and her older brother, Landon who just came home from a business trip in Greece. You were very excited to see them again that when you got out of your room, you immediately collided with Keanu's body causing him to almost lose his balance before his put his other hand on the wall to steady himself while the other grabbed your arm to keep yourself from falling.

"Woah, easy there, sweet girl." Keanu chuckled and you blushed a light shade of pink from embarrassment before you gained your balance and stepped back from him a bit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." You replied sheepishly, refusing to look at Keanu in the eye after the conversation you two had earlier but it was so hard standing there when you felt his eyes on you.

Keanu took in your appearance and how... innocently tempting you look. The white dress looked so good on you and the fact that it stopped mid-thigh drove him closer to the edge. You looked like a delicate little angel and Keanu wanted so badly to ruin you then and there. To corrupt you like no one else has. But he quickly pushed those sinful thoughts away before he could actually push you up against the wall and devour you.

"You're going out, I see." He spoke after some time, clearing his throat in the process and you nodded your head, finally having the courage to look up at him and Keanu had to fight the urge to cup your face and kiss you roughly on your plump lips.

"Mhm. I'm spending the day with some friends. I'm meeting them downtown at the pizzeria." You smiled and Keanu seemed to perk up at the news.

"Is that so? I'm on my way to work and I usually pass by there all the time. Alberto's Pizzeria, correct?" He asked causing you to nod.

'Oh God, please don't tell me he'll give me a ride.' You silently thought but fate is never at your side.

"Lemme give you a ride, it'll save you some time and effort." He offered and you immediately shook your head causing him to frown a bit.

"N-No! No, it's okay, I can manage. It's not really that far and I don't want you to be late for work." You quickly reasoned out, hoping he would just drop it.

"Nonsense, sweet girl. They can't really scold me for being late if I own the company." He joked, causing you to widen your eyes a bit. You had no idea he owned a company.

"Wait, you own the company you're working at?" You saw the slight blush on Keanu's cheek as he averted his gaze to the floor and smiled bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I do. I co-founded it with my friend. It's a motorcycle company called Arch." His answer caused you to look at him with amazement written on your face and Keanu chuckled at how adorable you looked.

"That's amazing, Keanu. How many motorcycles have you manufactured?" You asked, genuinely interested with the topic and Keanu's heart swelled in pride once he saw how curious you are to know how his company worked.

Your mom had never been interested with these kind of things. Although she'd listen to Keanu ramble about his love for motorcycles, he could see and sense her disinterest towards the topic that he would just eventually stop talking about it in front of her. He didn't want to bore her with a topic she's not bothering to listen to.

"Well, I can't really count it on my fingers anymore but if you want, I can show you the latest motorcycle we just launched. It's the one we're riding today." His words caused your eyes to lit up as a smile made its way to your face.

"Really? I've never ridden a motorcycle before, I actually want to try it but I don't think my outfit is appropriate for motor riding." Your pouted at the realization and Keanu couldn't help but let out a laugh at your expression as he shook his head.

"Don't worry too much, sweet girl. Come, I'll show it to you." Keanu nodded his head over to the stairs and you followed him down just in time for the door to open to reveal your Mom coming in looking tired as ever.

Your Mom's schedule had recently changed from day shift to night shift. And now, she just came home from work after going overtime. Usually, she'd be home by 8 AM but that wasn't the case today.

"Mama." You greeted softly and made your way towards her and kissing her cheek.

"Hey, baby. You going out?" She asked and you could perfectly see the bags underneath her eyes. She looked so tired. You nodded your head and stepped aside as she went over to greet Keanu.

You silently watched as Keanu dipped his head down and pressed a soft kiss on your mom's lips before giving her a quick hug. It seemed that Keanu already knew how tired your mother was that he immediately let her go upstairs so she could get some rest. But you somehow caught the flash of sadness on his face.

You weren't dumb. You saw how things between him and your mom seemed quite rough lately and you somehow felt guilty for lusting for Keanu behind your mother's back. You quickly looked away when Keanu turned his attention back to you. You two eventually made your way outside the house afted Keanu locked it, making sure no one would break in especially with your Mom at home all alone.

"Wait here, sweetheart." You watched as Keanu made his way to the garage and disappeared inside. You looked around and softly hummed a random song under your breath as you waited patiently for Keanu to come back.

And when he did, your jaw dropped at the sexy looking motorcycle that Keanu rolled out. His company logo plastered on the vehicle. You stepped closer and lightly ran your fingers over to the ride and Keanu stood there, silently watching you observe the vehicle he had proudly made with his partner.

"This is amazing, Keanu, it looks great, it's beautiful." You smiled and Keanu smiled sheepishly at your comment.

"Thank you, sweet girl. This is the Arch KRGT-1. It sounds great and it rides amazing. This one has different other colors of course but I chose to take home the black one." He chuckled.

"It suits you though." You replied causing Keanu to raise his eyebrows at your comment.

"Really now? How so?"

"Uhm... well, it looks sophisticated. It looks great for adventures, I take it you're an adventurous person. It also looks vintage in a way." You paused and looked into his warm brown eyes, "Fast."

Your last word caught Keanu completely off guard. He was old enough to know that was a secret code for something more. Fuck, you were such a huge fucking tease and he couldn't do anything about it although he damn wished he did.

You saw the change in Keanu's expression and how his eyes somehow got darker. His stare eventually got more piercing and you had to look away, gulping. Eventually, Keanu handed you a helmet.

"Put it on for me, baby." He gently ordered you, his voice deeper which made you press your thighs together a bit. He had no idea how badly that voice did things to you.

Taking the helmet from him, you put it on and secured it on place before you stepped aside for a bit and let him get on the vehicle. The sight of him on a fucking motorcycle almost made you fall onto the concrete floor on your knees.

You knew Keanu wearing a white v-neck shirt, jeans, boots along with a black leather jacket made him more delicious than he already is but him wearing that outfit while riding a motorcycle, you were thankful your panties weren't hitting the floor at this moment.

Keanu put his helmet on and secured it on his head before looking back at you.

"Hop on, baby, just grab onto my shoulders." He smiled and you nodded your head as you placed your foot on the footpeg before grabbing onto Keanu's shoulders as you swung your left leg over to the other side until you lowered yourself down onto the seat.

"Good girl." He praised, his lips tugging into a smirk and you were thankful you're sitting behind him so he couldn't see the blush on your face.

"Put your arms around my waist, honey." Keanu instructed and you immediately obliged as you wrapped your arms slowly around his waist and you somehow felt his body tensing a bit under your touch before he relaxed. Interesting.

"Hold on tight, baby. We're going fast today." You giggled at his comment and with that, Keanu started the engine and rode away from your house, smiling at the feeling of the wind hitting his face while your arms were securely wrapped around his waist.

This was the first time you had ridden a motorcycle and you couldn't believe you hadn't tried and done this before. You had co-workers who offered you a ride on their motorcycle passed up the opportunity since they had always got off before you did. You were happy Keanu had offered you to ride with him.

Keanu had even gone a little faster which caused you to squeal and playfully hit him on the shoulder and you could hear his melodius laugh over the noise of the busy street. You had eventually reached the pizzeria and you could see Layla and Landon waiting inside as they conversed with each other, they hadn't seen you yet.

As Keanu parked his motorcycle to the side, you carefully got off and took off the helmet he lended for you and gave it to him with a smile on your face.

"Thank you, Keanu, that was really fun." You giggled and Keanu bowed down his head for you.

"The pleasure was all mine, mi lady." He replied in a posh british action which made you burst out laughing.

"Hey, that was a great British accent." He says, his lips pouting and you had tried your best to stop your giggles and the sight caused Keanu's lips to tug into a grin.

"Never said it wasn't." You teased before you looked back at the restaurant, "Well, I best be on my way. Thank you for the ride, Keanu, I really appreciate it."

"It was no big deal, baby. Just gimme a call if you need a ride home, okay?" You blushed at his offer but nodded your head in response as you watched him start up the motorcycle once again.

"Drive safely, okay?" You said in a soft voice which made Keanu smile.

"I will, sweet girl. Have a nice day today. And be safe."

"Same goes for you." And with that, Keanu rode away with his motorcycle and you gave him a little wave which he saw in his side mirror.

This was a very good day for him.

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It was around 10 PM by the time you got home and thankfully, Landon had brought his car with him and gave you a ride home. You had thanked them for a wonderful day before you had walked up to the front door and opened it with your keys.

Your Mom is already at work by now and you assumed Keanu is already asleep since he went to work today. You guessed he was just as tired as you are. Dropping your purse on the coffee table, you made your way to the kitchen to drink some water when you heard some noises upstairs.

After taking big gulps of water, you put the empty glass in the sink and carefully made your way upstairs where you heard the noises starting to progress louder making you freeze in place. It was Keanu.

You heard his muffled groans and his moaning and despite the fact the noises caused your cunt to go wet, you really weren't planning on walking in on him having sex with your Mom but that seemed impossible. Your Mom was at work and you didn't hear anyone else with him. Unless your mom or whoever it is with him is good at keeping quiet.

You took a deep breath and silently tiptoed your way to the master's bedroom where Keanu had made a mistake of leaving the door slightly open. You didn't know what you were expecting. Did you expect Keanu having sex with your Mom? Yes. Did you expect him having someone else in the bed with him? Perhaps. But did you expect to find him stroking his own fucking cock with his eyes closed and brows furrowed as sinful noises escaped his lips? Certainly fucking not.

This was a sight to see. It seemed that Keanu didn't hear you come home because if he would have, he would've stopped what he was doing. Or maybe... maybe he knew but he decided to continue.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched his hands go up and down on his cock, his thumb swirling around the tip of his cock, smearing the oozing pre-cum all over his shaft and you wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across it, wanting to know how he tastes.

You quietly pushed the door open more to get a much clearer view of Keanu pleasuring himself. You didn't know what came over you but you found yourself hiking up your dress and slipping your hands in between your thighs and teasing your folds over your white laced panties.

The noises he made caused your breathing to go erratic but what completely made you whimper right then and there was when you heard these exact same words that came out of Keanu's lips.

"Oh God, I- Y/N, doll, you're so fucking good, how are you so good, baby?" Keanu groaned as he cupped his balls with his other hand and threw his head back as a growl emits from his mouth, "Fuck, Y/N, you make daddy feel so good."

Your name. You heard your fucking name from him. He was moaning your name. He was masturbating to the thought of you. The fact made you whimper and Keanu's eyes immediately shot open to find you standing at the doorway, hand in between your thighs and lust swimming in your eyes.

You gulped nervously as you saw his dark eyes staring at you. Keanu knew he should get dressed and apologize for whatever it was that he was doing right now. Apologize for letting you see him like this. And apologize for masturbating to you. But he couldn't find himself to do it. Not when you were standing there in front him, possibly touching yourself while he was stroking his own fucking cock.

"I-I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just-" You stammered, not really knowing what to say as you pulled your hand away, embarrassment slowly seeping its way into your body when Keanu had cut you off.

"Come here." His words caught you off guard causing you to stop and stare at him for a moment.

"W-What?" You watched as Keanu smirked before he shifted on the bed as he sat upright with his back against the headboard, his gaze never leaving you.

"I said come here." He repeated himself, his voice gruff and husky.

"You knew better than to watch me, baby doll. You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" Keanu asked, giving you a shit-eating grin.

Oh, you were fucked.

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