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queenshelby · 9 months ago

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Siblings (Part One)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister

Warning: Incest

It was around 10'clock at night when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You couldn't help but feel a little surprised—and a bit nervous. You had never had a visitor this late before as usually your siblings were out, getting themselves into trouble, and your Aunt Polly, who had taken it upon herself to look after everyone, was in bed.

Your sister Ada, with whom you shared a room, had sneaked out earlier to see her boyfriend Freddy, so it was just you that night, alone in your small room, lying on your single bed, wearing a nightgown and reading a book.

"Who is it?" you called out, your heart skipping a beat.

"It's Thomas," came the reply. His voice was quiet and calm.

You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should let him in that late at night. He had just come back from the war a few weeks ago and his demure had changed towards you. It was almost like he had become obsessed with you, wanting to keep you company more often than you were used to.

Thomas was gone for five years and came back more handsome than ever. He had a rugged jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. He wasn't tall, but well-built with a perfect gentleman's body.

The war had hardened him, made him stronger, but also wiser. He had seen the worst of humanity, and you could tell that it had affected him deeply. It was understandable; he had been through hell and back.

"May I come in?" Thomas eventually asked, his voice still composed.

Without saying a word, you stood up and covered yourself with a robe , before opening the door slowly.

The light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Thomas's figure. He looked a bit tired, but his eyes were still bright and clear.

"Of course," you said finally, as you walked back to your bed and folded your book closed.

"I have heard that there was trouble today, at the docks," Thomas said as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked tired, but fatigue failed to sap the confidence and dominance from his demeanor.

You sighed and nodded. "Ada told me not to go there, but curiosity got the better of me Tommy," you admitted whereas, the truth was, that just recently you began to involve yourself with Isiah, another Peaky Blinder and your new-found love had gotten you into trouble.

"Curiosity, eh?" Thomas chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Isiah wouldn't have anything to do with this curiosity now, would he?" he then asked, his eyes locked on yours.

You looked away, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. "He never meant for me to get involved, Tommy. It just kind of happened," you replied quietly, seeing how Isiah took risks and those risks involved you.

"Listen Y/N, you are a fucking Shelby," Thomas said, his voice stern but not unkind. "And you need to be careful about who you associate with."

"But Isiah is your friend, is he not?" you asked, slightly confused with Thomas's sudden change of tone.

"Isiah works for me Love. That doesn't make him a friend," Tommy replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Despite, even if he was my friend, I wouldn't allow him to be involved with my fucking sister," Tommy added, the veneer of calmness cracking a bit.

You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. The way things were going, it seemed as though you had made a mistake. With the tension in the room growing thicker by the second, you felt compelled to speak.

"Honestly, I don't even know why I got myself mixed up with him, Tommy," you admitted, shame coloring your voice. "I suppose I was bored," you added as an afterthought.

Thomas looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed your face. "You're better than that, Love," he finally said, his voice steady and firm. "And if boredom is what bothers you, then I am sure we can make arrangements for you to work at the betting house," he then told you a lot more gently than before, placing some stray hair behind your ear.

"Aunt Pol won't allow it," you said quietly, not because you didn't want to work there, but because you believed that your aunt would not approve of such an idea.

"It is not up to Pol," Thomas said shortly, his fingertips tracing the curve of your cheek gently. "But out of curtesy, I will discuss it with her, alright?" he added after a short pause.

Before you could respond, Thomas's hand dropped from your face, and he stood up, his presence in the small room suddenly overwhelming.

"But Y/N, if you are going to continue seeing Isiah...," he began to say and you quickly interrupted him.

"Not after today," you replied firmly. "Not after what happened at the docks. I promise," you added, reassuring your brother.

Thomas looked at you, relief visible in his eyes. "Good. I'll hold you to that Y/N," he said before leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead.

You blushed slightly, shocked by this sudden display of affection from your half-brother. But before you could react, Thomas walked out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and, when you settled back on to your bed, you couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Thomas and you have always had a close relationship since him and Arthur had assumed responsibility for you after your father got arrested by the police, but you have never witnessed such a display of emotion from him before.

As you lay there in the dark, the silence was broken by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The light cast a soothing glow on the room and made the floral quilt on the twin bed look more inviting. Your mind was abuzz with thoughts, each one trying to get a different message across. You tried to silence them and focus on the recent events.

This whole situation with Thomas, your curiosity, the sudden shift in your relationship - you knew that it was not something to take lightly. It felt different, and you could not ignore the strange tension that lingered between the two of you.

You sighed deeply and turned to face the window. It was then that you noticed the stars twinkling in the night sky ever so slightly. They were there, silent and unassuming, much like Thomas. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.

Thomas had always been a mystery to you, even before he left for France, but now it felt like there was a whole other person behind the blue eyes that you had grown up with.

Days had passed and you indeed started working at the gambling den , which was located in the heart of Small Heath. It was a bustling place, and it was chaotic during peak hours, but you found joy in the chaos. Surprisingly, Aunt Polly did not seem to mind much; she knew that this was one of the ways to keep you out of trouble.

While you were working there, your brother Thomas kept a close eye on you and as different men attempted to flirt with you, they quickly learned that you were untouchable, a notion further solidified by Thomas’s warning glares.

On two occasions, he even threatened gamblers with a gun after you were propositioned for a date, and it was clear to you that he wasn’t playing around. Thomas Shelby never made idle threats, after all.

"You do realise that most of these men are harmless, Tommy," you said to Thomas one evening, after you had closed the betting shop for the night. The sky was a deep indigo and the stars were shining brightly.

Thomas looked at you, his eyes sharp and piercing. "That may be true, but you are my sister and they need to show you some fucking respect," he retorted, his voice steadier than before.

"But Tommy," you began, still unsure of what to make of this sudden outburst. "I am capable of handling my own affairs. I can fend them off," you assured your brother who appeared somewhat overprotective of you.

"I am sure you are," Thomas agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But what kind of employer would I be if I did not at least protect my employees from unwanted advances, eh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a half-smile.

"A pretty shite one I suppose," you admitted, returning his half-smile with a lopsided grin as he locked the door.

"Exactly," he concurred, shaking his head as you stepped onto the sidewalk, right by your brother's side. "Now let me walk you home. It's late," Thomas said as he always did when you worked in his betting house until after dawn.

As Thomas and you walked side by side, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was still something that kept niggling the back of your mind. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it seemed like Thomas was hiding something from you.

Nonetheless, as you walked to the house you shared with Polly, Tommy and the others, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge what it was that was causing this strange behavior lately.

It was like he took a liking in you that almost felt, more than brotherly, but you decided not to focus on the matter and instead enjoyed the warmth of his company while it lasted.

Days passed, and your routine at the gambling den turned into sort of a normality, despite the occasional tensions between patrons and your brother that threatened to boil over.

On evening, at your house when you and Tommy were on your own, you ought to address it, his overprotectiveness and the strange tension that kept building between you.

But, Tommy simply brushed it off and told you that he was simply concerned for your safety.

"But I am safe here Tommy, with you and the others," you reminded him, your tone gentle yet firm. "And at the gambling house, even if some of the customers are inappropriate, it is a safe place because no one would dare to fuck with you, Arthur or John and I think you know that," you said, unable to mask the frustration that crept into your voice.

Tommy looked down at you, his gaze intense but soft. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.

"Y/N, I know that you can look after yourself but, what I have learned over the years, is that no one is safe. Not here, not anywhere," Thomas said, his voice still firm but softer than before.

You stared into Thomas's eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Awe, admiration, and... something more. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.

"The war changed you, you know?" you said the words before you could stop yourself.

Thomas sighed and looked at you, his expression filled with a mix of sadness and guilt. "Yes, I know," he admitted quietly. "I can't help it, Y/N. I've seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine."

You nodded, understanding dawning on you.

"No, you are right Tommy. I can't imagine," you said softly, caressing the scar on his cheek, causing Tommy to lean in closer, his eyes locked on yours.

You felt your heart race as you looked into Thomas's eyes. There was something about him that made you feel safe, yet also intensely aware of your feelings for him. You had never felt this way about anyone before.

"But you know what's amusing though?" you murmured, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room as Thomas leaned over some more, his fingers lightly traced your jawline, you couldn't help but play along. "You are so overprotective towards me when it comes to potential suitors and there is almost no reason for you to be that way, because I never even kissed a boy before, so it just seems so absurd to me," you continued, allowing yourself to drop your guard, just a little.

"I find that hard to believe, Y/N," Thomas murmured, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your lips before slowly moving to trace the length of your jawbone.

Your breath hitched in your chest, hearing his low voice uttering your real name; you always felt an odd sense of familiarity from him, especially when he chose to use your given name, just for a brief moment. It almost felt like the two of you were not step-siblings.

"No, it's true. I never kissed a boy before, Tommy," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn't know what had come over you, but suddenly, you couldn't help but feel drawn to your half-brother. "What is it like?" you

asked, your lips barely moving as Thomas continued to trace a path along your jawline.

"What's what like?" Thomas asked, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in even closer to you.

"Kissing," you clarified, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks as you admitted this.

Thomas seemed taken aback by the question, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before meeting your eyes again.

"I guess it depends on who you are kissing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sometimes, it's just a kiss and it feels like nothing because it means nothing. But other times, it's more than that. It can be a way to express your feelings for someone. To show them how much you care about them," Thomas explained, his gaze still locked on yours.

"Do you think you could show me?" you whispered, surprising yourself with your own boldness.

Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breathing had quickened.

"Seeing that you are my sister, that would be inappropriate, don't you think?" Thomas said, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.

"It's just a kiss, Tommy," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "And no one needs to know," you continued, your heart pounding in your chest as you confessed this vulnerable part of yourself to your brother.

Thomas looked at you, his eyes searching yours as he processed your words. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to tell you no . But then something shifted in his gaze, a heat that made your heart race.

"Alright. Fuck it," Thomas muttered, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.

You gasped slightly, surprised by how sudden the kiss was and how soft and gentle his lips were.

Your hands reached up to grip his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips as you leaned into the kiss. Thomas's other hand reached up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.

Not knowing what to do, you followed his lead and when he parted his lips, you did the same before tentatively touching your tongue to his, experimenting with the new sensation.

Your brother's lips were warm and as the kiss deepened, you felt a fire ignite within you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. Your heart was racing as Thomas's hand dropped down from your hair, tracing a path around your neck as he deepened the kiss once more before, suddenly, he pulled away.

You stared at Thomas, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You could see a storm of emotions raging within his eyes, but you couldn't quite decipher what he was feeling. Was it guilt? Shock? Excitement? Pleasure?

"I am sorry Love, but I have business to attend to," he told you with a horse voice, his breathing heavy and uneven from the kiss.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath as well. You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you moved away from him, giving him some much-needed space. Thomas looked at you, his eyes heated with desire, before turning away and leaving the room without another word.

Even after he had left. a jolt of pleasurable heat still lingered on your lips where Thomas’s mouth had just been, you couldn’t believe what had just happened. Your stepbrother, fucking Thomas, he had just kissed you and you didn’t know if you should feel guilty about it or if you should be elated.

“You’re an idiot,” you muttered to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair, still feeling dazed. Your mind was racing, replaying the image of Thomas kissing you, over and over again.

Your lips were still tingling from the contact, but the room felt cold and empty once he left, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts.

You couldn't believe what had just happened. Thomas had kissed you. He fucking kissed you and you were the one that had asked him to do it.

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kumkaniudaku · 4 months ago

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Summary: When Asia's in need of a few lessons regarding matters of the bedroom, her colleague and friend, Kelvin, offers his expertise.

Pairing: Kelvin Harrison Jr. x Black!OC

Warnings: Mature Content (18+)

Word Count: 5.5k

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"So…you come here often?"

In a crowded bar tucked into a rapidly changing side of town, Asia sat perched on a barstool, listening to yet another potential suitor court her uninterested best friend. They always approached with unearned confidence, dropping some variation of the same tired lines only to be tossed back into a sea of misfit boy toys to make room for the next poor, unfortunate soul.

Sabrina loved the attention, though. At a statuesque 5 '10", she didn't mind being worshipped like Aphrodite and choosing her favorite from the litter until she was bored and ready for the next man up. Asia loved it, too. Watching men fall all over themselves in a way they'd never done for her was weirdly empowering. She didn't get to take home any of the night's trophies, but she did get to listen to the stories of every Tom, Dick, and Devante that passed in and out of her friend's life.

Barely interested, Sabrina sipped through a tiny black straw and regarded her latest contestant with tipsy indifference. "Not really. Why?"

"Uh…I don't know. Just, uh, just wondering?"

"Mhm. I'm drinking tequila." A loud slurp from liquid long evaporated from scratched glass filled with more ice than anything else brought the young man's attention to her hands and then back to her face. She offered him her best sweet smile and proposed, "Get me another?"

Asia had never seen a man getting absolutely nothing in return move so fast to wedge himself between a handful of patrons vying for the bartender's attention.

Sabrina let off a cackle loud enough to eclipse various pockets of chatter and music as she elbowed a laughing Asia. "That's, what, three for you tonight?" Asia asked, still swirling around the pity Jack and Coke she was gifted an hour ago. "One more, and you might get the record."

"Girl, I'm not drinking that shit. I'm supposed to be meeting Eric later tonight, and I can't be drunk like I was last time. It's been a month, and I need that."

"He's back from Portugal?"

"Fuckin' finally," Sabrina gushed. "I don't mean to be a 'my man, my man, my man' ass bitch about a nigga that is not my man, but…"

Sabrina didn't need to finish. Four years of their on-off whatever the fuck had been as much a part of Asia's life as it was Sabrina's. She'd been there for all the dates, all the late-night phone calls that pulled her friend away from plans, every blow-up and breakup, and the eventual reconciliation that would, once again, leave her as a lonely party of one. Unfortunately, she never got any of the fabled mind-blowing sex that came from their strange arrangement. Only the stories and the occasional video if Sabrina was feeling spicy.

Asia downed the rest of her drink along with the jealousy brewing in her chest and slid the glass across the bar for someone to collect later. "Well, hey, as long as you're happy." Happy was relative. She really wanted to say as long as you're willing to keep your business out of my bubble, but swallowed the thought before it could breach her lips. "Should I keep my phone off DND just in case?"

No immediate answer made Asia pause her casual scan of the room to look over at Sabrina, who'd all but buried her nose into her cell phone to grin at whatever was keeping her preoccupied.

She called out to her friend again. "Sabrina!"

"Huh," she sputtered out, snapping from her Eric-mania. "N-no, I should be good. We're on good terms. Or I'll just go to my sister's house. Did I tell you she moved? Oh, shit. Let me take this."

Sabrina didn't leave much time for objection, though Asia couldn't say she would offer any if given the chance. She was used to flying solo. She liked moving around the city as a lone wolf, looking for any cocktail lounge or off-the-beaten-path late-night spot to slink into and observe the happenings of 20 and 30-somethings looking for something or someone to get into before trudging home when daylight came back around.

The night was still young enough to hit up a cigar bar her old work friend Marcus had told her about. She didn't smoke, but the brown liquor was always smooth, and their food wasn't half bad.

While she sat trying to get the bartender's attention to close her tab, a presence at her side made themselves known with an accidental shove that nearly knocked her off balance.

"Gahdamn," she hollered, gripping the bar top for dear life to avoid starting a dangerous domino effect. Her mind didn't register the frantic apology from her newest enemy or the way he grabbed her waist to return her to a steady state. All she saw was his smile's familiar, gorgeous gleam when he realized who he'd bumped into just as his night was beginning and hers was coming to a close. "Kelvin?"

He slowly let go of her body and tried to appear taller than he was. "Good, I'm glad you noticed. Thought you might beat my ass. I know how you get down."

"I still should. What the hell are you doin' in here, and did they card you at the door?"

"Ha-ha. I'm a grown-ass man. Don't let the stature fool you." His fake laugh gave way to a real one shared between coworkers who cared enough about their jobs not to get fired but never enough for rapid advancement.

Life as a creative in a city where just about everyone was a "creative" had a way of uniting strangers from all walks of life. When Asia stepped into her new agency searching for exciting new clients and an actual team of people to see in the office a few times a week, she didn't expect to be accosted by the bright-eyed Associate Creative Director who had no business fraternizing with the project management team. But there Kelvin was, half-sitting on her desk with his Nike-clad foot swinging while he rattled off lunch spots within walking distance for them to check out once she was done with her first meeting with HR.

"You always this chatty," She asked while trying to make sense of her new Macbook.

Kelvin sported a mischievous smile. "Only with the other Black folks. We gotta stick together. There ain't but six of us, and two of them are married."

He quickly grew into one of her favorite people to see during the week while they worked side-by-side to meet deadlines and ward off culturally insensitive questions from well-meaning white folks trying to sell products to urban communities. She'd seen him be gregarious during long nights in the office filled with thumbtacks and beer from the bar cart. She'd also sat with him on Teams calls, saying nothing for some of the day while he quietly worked through lines to inspire consumers to do what they did best.

But she'd never seen him outside the strict confines of work culture. In public, they were free to cross the lines of office politics and show their true selves. Asia's true self included a departure from relaxed trousers and professional shoes to make way for short shorts and sky-high heels that accentuated a figure Kelvin couldn't help but notice.

His eyes slowly swept over her body while he finished his thought. "I'm in here because my boy just got his heart broken and needed some comfort. What you doin' in here? I ain't know Asia knew how to have fun!"

"Nah, I can have fun. I just don't like y'all like that."

"That is abundantly clear," he laughed. "You haven't had lunch with me in like two weeks. We got a problem?"

Asia chuckled at him, trying to press her while she pulled cash out of her purse to pay the bartender. "I knew you missed me. I've been busy. Kam's been on my ass about the Moet timelines, and I'm trying to slim down a little bit for my birthday trip anyway. I can't keep eating smash burgers with you three times a week." Kelvin listened as he lazily pushed her hand away as soon as he could reach it and replaced her payment method with his.

He lightly bit down on his bottom lip, trying not to look down at her legs again. "You definitely doin' that," he complimented, a flirtatious lilt thick in his delivery. "Make it up to me tonight."

"How?"

"Kick it with us. We won't be out that long." Kelvin used his head to gesture toward a table to people Asia assumed to be his friends. Two girls and three guys, leaving her to make the group even. He caught her trepidation and stepped a little closer so that she could see his face clearly under blinking strobe lights. "I got you. We can leave at any time if you want. Drinks on me."

Asia rolled her eyes. "I'm not askin' you to do that."

"You don't need to. I aim to please, love. C'mon."

Part of her wanted to refuse his invitation and use Sabrina as her scapegoat. After all, she did step out as one half of a pair.

Then, the other part directed her attention to the tall woman conspicuously making her way to the front entrance, her phone pressed to her ear, and an Uber waiting as her chariot to carry her away from the ball and to a man too shady to ever be a prince.

Kelvin stood awaiting her answer, his eyebrows doing a bit of a cha-cha as he made them wiggle.

Fuck it. "Alright. Start with a lemon drop, and make sure to introduce me as your favorite coworker. Really do your big one."

"Still demanding outside of the office. I like that." He bit his lip again, this time checking her out without shame. When she returned his brazen act with one of her own, he chuckled and flagged down someone who could really get the night going. "Aye, my man! Let me get something for my favorite coworker."

By the time he'd ushered her over to his group of way too cool art friends, Kelvin had dropped the coworker portion of Asia's title and shortened it to "my favorite."

They all sat huddled at a small booth in the back of the bar, nearly stacked on top of each other. It was Kelvin's idea for her to sit sandwiched between him and his homeboy, all but forcing her against his warm chest for any chance at comfort. It was his idea for the group to continue their conversation about sex and relationships even though it had fizzled to focus on a Black sitcom hierarchy debate. And it was absolutely his idea for him and Asia to hang back together once the other members of the group had set off to find comfort as pairs for the night.

She could only take credit for dropping the frills in their cocktails and settling for straight shots of her good friend, vodka.

Kelvin tossed back shot number he didn't know and let his mouth curl into a devious smirk while he watched Asia reapply clear lip gloss that caught the light just right. "You use dating apps, or you more of an organic meet-up type of lady?"

"I have profiles, but I can't tell you the last time I used one. And nobody is checking for me outside." Asia laughed quietly at the idea of someone approaching her for any reason other than asking for directions.

"What's so funny?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. That you think people are interested in me to the point that they're swiping right of whatever the fuck."

"So you just be on there for fun? Nothing is happening?" He scoffed to himself and plucked a lukewarm fry from a basket in front of him. "You're at least hooking up."

"I've never hooked up in my life."

Asia tried to rush past her drunk confession, tried to push away the words just as quickly as they'd entered the atmosphere, but Kelvin had already heard them.

He nodded, mostly to himself, then shrugged. "That's okay. Nothin' wrong with it. You waiting for marriage?"

"Fuck no," she scoffed. "I'm just waiting for someone nice enough to not make it weird. It's embarrassing enough being 30 and a virgin. Not really trying to make it weird by discussing it over appetizers."

"Like we doin' now?"

Asia laughed and finally took her shot while Kelvin watched her with the sheen of drunk thoughts clouding his eyes. He brushed her hair over her shoulder softly, his fingers lingering on her collarbone for a few seconds before he threw his arm over the top of the booth's seat and scooched lower, settling into a comfortable manspread.

"This is different. You're easy to talk to and not being creepy about it."

He nodded in understanding. "So somebody nice. What else?"

"I don't know. Somebody willing to teach and be patient. I'm a quick study. I just need the opportunity to learn somewhere safe." Vulnerability shared with a man she only kind of knew personally made Asia shrink in embarrassment as she rushed to clean up her verbal mess. "That's stupid to want, though. Nobody's trynna teach a grown woman how to fuck. I'm cool with missing out."

She'd started to try to cover her tracks so much that she didn't hear when Kelvin spoke back to her until the last words had tumbled from his lips in a broken sentence.

She doubled back. "Wait. What did you say?"

"I said I'll do it. I'll teach you."

"Teach me what?"

"How to fuck," he said so matter of fact that he sounded like he was talking about his grocery list or errands to run and not having sex. He continued despite the clear look of shock on Asia's face. "Only if you want me to. I'm cool either way."

"I-I mean…I don't…if you want. Maybe we shouldn't –."

He cut in and pointed at her shot glass. "You done or want another one?" Asia sputtered out that she'd had all she could drink in one night, and he nodded, reaching into his back pocket to pluck a credit card from his wallet's inventory. He tapped her hip to silently tell her to let him out, and she followed directions blindly for a reason she couldn't explain. Once he was standing, he looked down at her with a soft smile and kind eyes. "Just think about it and let me know. No pressure."

Asia didn't know what made her text Kelvin after work the following Thursday evening. All she knew was that he told her that his Friday was booked, but Saturday was all hers.

They agreed on him stopping by at 8:30 p.m., after anybody planning to go out had started their dressing routines and those intent on staying in had wrapped up any reason to leave the house and turned in for the evening. In her mind, that ensured none of her neighbors would see her bringing in a man clearly there for a singular purpose.

His prompt knock on her apartment door scared her even though she was the one who told him how to access guest parking, gave him a visitor's code, and told him her apartment number.

Wiping her sweating palms on her pajama shorts, she padded toward the door and took a deep breath before pulling it open.

He smirked when she came into view. "On the first knock? That's hospitable."

"Shut up," she admonished, though the joke had done its intended job and chipped away at building nerves. "And take off your shoes. There's fresh slippers in the basket if you need 'em."

Kelvin took Asia turning her back to him as an invitation to enter her apartment and to take a gander at the space he'd partially seen in meetings and their solo "work sessions."

Despite not being a hands-on creative, he could tell she had an appreciation for art. Reyna Noriega art prints and classic hip-hop album covers formed a gallery wall over her couch. A display of CDs that he had no idea people still collected sat stacked by a vintage boombox he was sure cost her a pretty penny. Potted monsteras and a well-loved fiddle leaf fig took up space beside a large window overlooking a bustling street below. It was clear she loved color from the maroon sectional in her quaint living room and the complementary pillows crowded in the corner he usually saw her sit in. He immediately recognized her desk and the lit 'on air' wall sign above it, making him feel like he knew something about her with the present situation carrying the kind of nervousness and uncertainty that typically came with first dates.

This wasn't a date, though. This was business—an agreement—a short-term arrangement for long-term success.

Asia cracked the seal on a fresh bottle of water before sliding it across the island to Kelvin, who took a generous sip from his spot in one of her barstools. She watched him intently as she stood on the other side, waiting for less abrupt words to populate her mind. They never came, and she couldn't stand the wait any longer.

She ran her hand up the back of her head to adjust flyaways beneath her fresh bun before speaking. "We should discuss a few ground rules…if that's cool."

"It's your world," he laughed. "I'm just here to help. By all means, go ahead."

Asia took a deep breath and then reached for her phone to navigate to the unnecessarily detailed note she spent the previous night typing out. "Okay. To start, I need to see your most recent test results, and they can't be older than three months from today's date."

"Cool," Kelvin shrugged, tapping at his phone screen before placing it back on the counter. "Those are from, like, two months ago. I can get you something more recent if that isn't enough."

A soft buzz in her hand signaled the delivery of his test results neatly packed in a PDF sent via iMessage, making her swallow a lump in her throat. Things were getting too real. She continued. "I'll…give those a look," she started, semi-impressed that he was keeping up with his health in that manner. "Next, no bondage or sub/dom play. I'm not into it. I haven't tried it, but I just know I'm not."

"Me neither. What's the next one?"

"We gotta use protection every time."

"Copy."

"No staying the night."

"I don't like it over here that much anyway."

Amusement tugged at Kelvin's lips while he watched her scroll further down her list. Deep brown skin. She had narrow hips that almost duped you into thinking there was no ass behind her. Strong thighs. A beautiful smile. A good head on her shoulders. Perfect lips. Pretty —

Kelvin blinked back into the present when he heard his name called. "Say that again. My fault."

Asia rolled her eyes and spoke a little louder. "We can't change our behavior at work. No one can know about this."

"Bet." He was so nonchalant all the time, so unbothered by the circumstances no matter the topic at hand. Deadlines didn't matter. Client gripes and regroup after regroup did little to deter him. He'd always shrug his shoulders under one of his many distressed hoodies and proceed unphased. Kelvin took another sip of water before answering the question he sensed in Asia's eyes. "I'm rolling off of the only work we share anyway, so we won't interact that much."

"Woah, how come?" Asia caught her reaction and tried to dial her sadness back a bit. "I mean, you're… you're not leaving, right?"

Kelvin flashed a toothy grin while adjusting the blue velour durag tied tight on his head. "Nah, I'm still around for now. I raised my hand to take on some pitch work for a challenge. I'm bored." He paused to turn his lips up in an accusatory pout. "You gon' miss me, huh?"

"Stop trying to distract me. Which brings me to my next rule: no kissing during sessions or otherwise. Let's try to keep this as platonic as possible."

"Oh, nah." The one rule Asia assumed Kelvin would accept with no pushback was the one that gave him the most pause. He twisted his face into one of instant disapproval. "I don't have sex with people I can't kiss or hang out with. I know it's just physical, but I still need to like you as a person. Nah. We gotta kiss. Go get some food every once in a while. Something. Nah."

He was adamant and unyielding in his need for physical and emotional intimacy despite their arrangement not being one meant for the comforts of a relationship.

Asia noted his gripe and raised a hand in surrender while she backspaced in her note. "Okay, okay. We can kiss. I'm probably not that great at it, but — "

"You don't need to worry about what you're good at with me. Nobody goes to swim lessons expected to know how to swim. I'm teaching, and you're learning. That's the point of all this."

Stunned silence dropped Asia's jaw for a half second until she had enough nerve connections in her brain to pick it up and try to salvage her image. Kelvin tried to hide his smile behind his near-empty plastic water bottle while he watched her with satisfaction dancing in his eyes. For someone usually so poised, so sure of themselves as they moved through the tiny world that overlapped between them, Asia was flustered easily. A crack in the armor. Endearing. It made her human to Kelvin, who saw her as a mythical creature filled with unattainable magic.

Standing, Kelvin pulled his hoodie over his head, a question muffled as he disappeared behind thick fabric. "Can I ask you some stuff, or is this more of an interview? I know I got movie star charm, but I do like a back-and-forth every once in a while. Keeps me humble."

"Oh, brother," Asia groaned. "Ask what you gon' ask, Kelvin, before I change my mind."

A glimpse at his abdomen as his disrobing incidentally lifted the crisp white tee beneath did all the heavy lifting to stir Asia into crackling embers of desire masked by a deteriorating cool exterior.

He caught her looking, eyes wide like deer in headlights and winked on his way to plop down on her couch. "This is niiice," he drew out, scooting deeper to get comfortable. Where you get this? Don't let me find out you've been letting me pay for lunch, and you're rich."

"That's why I gave you a break the last few weeks. See how I look out for you." she joked, earning a dimpled smile in return. "Now, ask your question."

Kelvin called her over with a quick tilt of his head and a disarming smile. "Come over here first."

In her inner monologue, Asia passed the blame for her slow walk toward him to the fleeting gleam of his earrings under her bamboo floor lamp acting as a homing signal. In reality, it was simple attraction. Bare bones, uncomplicated attraction. He was boyishly handsome, the type of man you meet in college and remain "friends" with until one of you gets bored. Clean facial hair, glowing skin, straight white teeth, a sturdy hairline – all the makings of a classically fine man. What he lacked in height, he made up in personality and a beguiling genuineness.

That's what carried her the few steps from the kitchen to Kelvin's side, her eyes low until he tugged her down into his lap. He chuckled into her ear as his soft hands rubbed a soothing path up and down her exposed thigh while he cradled her. "You ever hear your neighbors in here?"

"That was your question, Kelvin? If I can hear my neighbors? Not usually, no."

He quietly scanned the corners of the room, nodding to himself in silent confirmation, then looked back at Asia with a lazy smile. His lips pecked at her neck before he spoke against her delicate skin. "And I wanted you to tell me about Friday. I saw you got the Hustle this week. That's big, girl. Congratulations."

His deep mumbles vibrated across Asia's body, awakening nerve endings in places she didn't know could feel so electrified. Her legs tensed as she fought for a response. "Thank you. I…I wasn't expecting it."

"I don't know why. You been bustin' your ass. Stayin’ late…” His voice trailed as his fingers danced across her stomach to the waistband of her shorts, hovering. Waiting. Teasing. "Comin' early. Skipping lunches. The least they could do is recognize you."

All of Asia's words came out in a needy rush of air. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I know so." Long, deft fingers slid into Asia's shorts and over her thin underwear, looking for tension to relieve. "Tell me to stop whenever you want." Kelvin kept his lips attached her neck just as his hold on her waist tightened and her eyelids started to flutter closed. He spoke low and smooth, like warm honey. "What'd you do today?"

A sigh and a whimper tumbled from her lips, fragmented and surprised. "I…I went to the farmer's market. The one uptown by the Whole F-foods."

"What'd you get? More of that fruit juice you let me taste?"

"Mhm."

Asia had something else to say, something possibly important, had it popped up at a different time. However, the words faded into a haze of disjointed thoughts once Kelvin started making slow revolutions against her clothed center. The spot grew wetter with each pass. He listened to her try to breathe for a few seconds with the ghost of a smile on his lips while he focused on easing her into more stimulation.

He rubbed his nose against her cheek to gently direct her to say more. "And what else? Focus on that so I can focus on you."

Heat came first. An uncontrollable, blazing internal heat radiated from Asia's shoulders to her clenched toes. The fire inside created steam in her mind that needed a minute to clear before she could mentally wipe it away and think about the moments in her day that meant more than having her body controlled by a man who, less than a week ago, had never even seen her ankles.

"Lunch," she panted. "I had lunch at…at a, um, a vegan spot. It was terrible. I…oh my God…I wasted my money."

"You're vegan?"

"No. Just…thought I'd try something different today."

"Oh yeah?" Kelvin pulled his hands away long enough to lick the tips of his fingers before returning them further south. Slick and searching for warmth, he carefully led them into her panties for skin-to-skin contact. "You're full of surprises today, huh?"

Asia's answer became a shuddering sigh that never quite let all the air out of her lungs before she went to inhale.

They sat like that for what felt like forever. Asia breathing in an uneven pattern, eyes closed and twitching behind crinkled lids. Kelvin slowly, deliberately circling the center of her pleasure with his nose pressed to her neck, inhaling the shea and sandalwood body wash coating her skin. Both of them caught up in the rapture of an impromptu lesson one.

Kelvin snuck his free hand beneath Asia's shirt, caressing his way to both nipples that ached for contact. He ran his thumb across his favorite one a few times over before cupping her entire breast to gently hold it in the palm of his hand.

"I didn't know this was the first session," Asia whispered as her body grew rigid and wetness coated her thighs, the words almost lost to the low roar of her dishwasher across the room.

"It doesn't have to be. Consider it a chemistry test," he answered. "Wanna stop?"

Asia rushed to answer, "No! Stay right there…please."

Hearing her beg for his touch, for the feeling he was producing, sent Kelvin into a tailspin of emotions that he fought to put back into the mental box he never planned to open. But he couldn't escape the burning desire to press kisses from her shoulder to the corner of her lips. "Look at you. I think you know what you want," he commented as he increased the pace to elicit the whimper she tried to keep tucked away. "Don't be shy. Speak up."

She couldn't. Even with the words knocking against the container of her mind like cold rainwater on a tin roof, she couldn't fight the sighs and sultry mewls taking precedence over making requests. All she could squeak out as her stomach clenched to welcome the first shocks of impending orgasm was a measly whimper.

"That's okay," he murmured. "We can work on it. Breathe deep for me."

Or don't breathe at all. Asia's lungs chose the second option, involuntarily holding in a breath to receive the single digit tentatively plunging inside her while tears leaked from the corner of her eyes. Kelvin kissed away the initial shock until she nervously returned the affection.

It was all too good. The taste of mint on his tongue, the feeling of his hands dragging out every sigh and sound she could concoct, the way his moans mingled with hers, how his eyes seemed to try and convey something more than the carnal situation they'd found themselves in – all too good and far exceeding expectations.

Plush lips moved against each other like seasoned lovers, syncing up without much pomp and circumstance. Asia was right. She was a quick study. She'd learned the ebbs and flows of a solid kiss in no time as she relaxed into Kelvin's touch. Nervousness had quickly dissipated into familiar passion, loosening the bolts on what they both assumed would be an awkward first encounter.

Her hips swiveled against his lap in time with each push and pull of his middle finger. She could handle more. She deserved more.

When his ring finger joined the show, Kelvin pulled away from their lip lock to let Asia's throaty moan ping off the walls and ceiling. "There she is," he cooed against her lips. "I knew you had it in you."

Her private time had nearly gone unrivaled until he came along. She'd mastered how to get herself off efficiently with nothing more than a little mental stimulation and time on her hands. This was different. This was exhilarating. Having praise and pleasure in equal measure scratched an itch that she'd almost believed would never be satiated. Now, she had her first taste of a drug she wasn't sure she wanted to quit.

Kelvin's reminder to breathe echoed through Asia's mind as her body welcomed release. Waves of warmth cascaded across her limbs to match the near sob in her throat. Sweat pooled beneath her t-shirt. He kept his lips pressed to hers, creating a heady feeling that juxtaposed the pressure quaking her insides and sending her essence all over his knuckles. Her breathing all but stopped until the slow tingle of feeling returning to her toes reminded her that not only was she still alive, but her coworker still had his hands in her pants and a silly, self-satisfied grin on his lips.

"You sound so pretty when you're not yelling at me through a screen." Kelvin pulled his fingers out of her warmth and immediately stuck them into his mouth for the taste he'd been fiending for. Asia watched him with shock and intrigue on her face as he hummed in approval at his reward for all his hard work. "And you acted like you didn’t wanna kiss but you're not bad at it. I've had way worse."

Asia's rolling eyes matched the deadpanned response she used to hide how flustered she was. "Oh, great. I was starting to worry," she scoffed. "Get out of my house, Kelvin. I'll see you next weekend. Same time?"

A pang of disappointment hit him as she stood to scurry toward her bathroom without sparing him a second look. "We don't have to be like that," he called after her. "It's up to you, but I got a Disney bundle and Uber One until the end of the month. And you gotta eat, right?"

"I guess so," Asia answered, leaning on the frame with her arms crossed while she quietly committed the dimples in Kelvin's cheeks to memory. "Can we get something I can put hot sauce on?"

"You want your Wednesday usual?"

She smirked and turned her back to leave. "Don't go browsing around my Netflix messing up my recommendations and shit. Wait 'til I come back!"

Kelvin kept his smart remark to himself and sank deeper into the couch to scroll through dinner options until he found his target. An intentional lick of his lips when he knew he was completely alone brought Asia back into the room by taste and imagination, reinvigorating a stirring below the navel that he couldn't relieve until he was in the privacy of his own thoughts.

Adjusting himself to find relief, Kelvin released a low chuckle and licked his lips again for the thrill.

All business and no play was boring. Next Saturday couldn't come soon enough.

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year ago

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DPXDC prompt. Dead on main. Someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

Perhaps Fentons are not able to recognize their child, despite the fact that they hunt him day after day. But for childhood friends, who saw each other in absolutely ridiculous situations that parents are never allowed to know about, just one sneeze and a bored sigh is enough to realize that this weirdo fighting next to him is the same guy with whom you tasted soap and then stood looking at each other from different corners and giggling.

And so, the dialogue after the battle with the creatures of Infinite Realms, to which Constantine had to invite a potential ally not yet approved by the League:

Phantom: Well, mom always said you were bad news...But a crime lord, seriously? What happened to your plans to become a literature teacher? Red Hood: Hey! For Gotham, this is a very high-paying in-demand job. And I don't want to hear anything from Casper. At least I have my own business. What kind of part-time job do you have? Are you selling sheets to your buddies from this green goo? Phantom: This is ectoplasm. And they're not my friends, and anyway… Constantine: King Phantom, do you know Red Hood? Phantom: Do I know him? Ha! This street rat was Splinter of my beginnings until my family moved out of Gotham.

Red Hood: Wait, wait a minute. Phah...Holy shit. I thought I was the best example of what it means to be a disappointment to a family, but you beat me here. Oh, man, only you...The ghost king who is the son of the ghost hunters? Seriously? Hahah! I thought your rebellious phase ended the moment you told your father that you wanted to be an astronaut and not inherit the family business.

Danny*groans and covers his face with his hands*: My life is over.

Red Hood: Literally~ No, of course I always knew that your parents' disregard for safety in the laboratory would someday kill someone, but I didn't really expect this? Like, wow… Phantom: What makes you think it was an incident in the lab? I mean, there are so many possibilities around. It's ridiculous and…hah Red Hood: Dude, look me straight in the face and tell me I'm wrong if you dare. Phantom:…Fuck you, stupid bookworm. Red Hood: Stubborn nerd. Phantom: Red bucket! Red Hood: Pale toadstool! Nightwing: Um, can you guys please stop fighting? Red Hood: What are you talking about? This is how we always communicate. Phantom: Yeah! Well, in our defense, my sister always thought we both could use a therapist. Oh, man, he made me lose my train of thought. Where were we, J? Red Hood: Since when are you able to think? And I complimented your new hair and skin color. Phantom: Right, right… But, hey, not all of my parents' hypotheses really have a right to exist, and you know it! Hm, did I mention that you're built like a fridge and how does this leather jacket suit you? Red Hood: I believe not. And who's talking about your parents' work? You were an airhead when you were alive too to be honest. And as I see it, not much has changed. Why the hell are you still starting a fight with puns? Stop telling your opponent your position. This is terribly stupid! Phantom: Oh, please, these ghosts are definitely not a threat to me. What's wrong with having a little fun? The fact that you don't have weapons to handle something stronger than a blob ghost is your problem not mine, loser. But let's get back to our greetings. Red Hood: Sure. Then listen here…

~~~~~

Nightwing: Jay, why didn't you say right away that you knew Phantom? We've wasted so much time wondering if it's worth summoning him, and you just stood there and said nothing. Red Hood: Pfff…Because I didn't know that until today. He used to be human. And we haven't seen each other for a long time. So how was I to know that he would take such a ridiculous pseudonym? Nightwing: Then why the hell didn't you feel worried about teasing this creature? Red Hood: Why should I? It's just Danny.

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Tucker: Oh man, 84 murders, attempts to kill Joker and to much fights with Batman and Black Mask and… Danny: Yeah, yeah. It's all very interesting, but it's not what I asked you to find. Get to the point, Tucker. What I will wear to our dinner tonight depends on this. Tucker: Seriously? As far as I'm concerned, whether he's single or not is less important than all this shit. Aren't you afraid to show up at his house? Danny: I'm invited. And for that matter, I'm Amity Park's former public enemy number one. Which one of us should be worried, hah? So he's not dating anyone, right? Don't try to distract me. Tucker: Dude! Danny: Ugh, in my experience, when he acts like he's lost his mind, he usually has good reasons for it. And if not, given some of the events of my alternative future, I have no right to judge him, so…

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mclqren · 1 year ago

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THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, use of the word 'slut'

NOTES ✦ let's pretend the dog i used looks relatively like leo!! reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are closed. i acc love writing for this series no joke.

SERIES ✦ the leclerc chronicles masterlist ; previous part ; next part

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user22 Y/N IN SHANGHAI FOR THE GP??

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( caption: me when max asks me why i stole his phone, promoted my instagram account and then left [...] @/maxverstappen1 sorry about that 😬💗 )

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yourusername cali this week, miami next ✈️

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georgerussell63 you after stalking me and carmen to california??

landonorris SORRY?

yourusername okay guys lets clear up the rumours!! 😁😁 i actually got invited to an EVENT in california, and george and carmen happened to be there, so like yes, i have been with them but i did NOTTT stalk them guys im not about that lifestyle

georgerussell63 yeah but like how do i know you're not watching me while i sleep 🤔

yourusername that's the whole beauty of it, you'll never EVER know 😁

carmenmmundt come over please george is annoying me

yourusername omw bbg 😘😘

georgerussell63 betrayal 101

alexandrasaintmleux missing you rn 😔😔

charles_leclerc you're literally with me right now??

alexandrasaintmleux yeah and im missing your sister??

yourusername I LOVE YOU ALEX im seeing you soon trust

logansargeant come to miami quicker you promised i could show you all the best spots :(

yourusername I SWEAR IM ON MY WAY LOGANNN

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yourusername bro said "i know a spot" and took me to a lake.

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user32 THE CAPTION SCREAMINGGG

user33 that's so logan i actually cant HELP

user34 the second pic 🤣

user35 y/n after third wheeling:

charles_leclerc so this is why you wouldn't go on a walk with me

yourusername maybe i shouldve gone on that walk idk, logan is a bit of a reckless boat driver

logansargeant IM NOT??

yourusername logan babe, we were coming up to a rock and you shouted 'land ahoy', i have reason to be scared ❤️

oscarpiastri HELP LAND AHOY?? ARE YOU A PIRATE LOGAN

logansargeant IT WAS A JOKE OKAY PARDON ME FOR MY HUMOR

yourusername 'pardon me' aren't we getting posh!

logansargeant dont lie you had a great time

yourusername define "great time"...because i sat there and sunbathed for like three hours while you caught a couple of 'beauties'

logansargeant and then you ate one of those beauties for dinner??

yourusername best part of the entire thing your mom makes a mean fish yum yum 😋😋

user36 AW SHE WENT TO HIS HOUSE

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yourusername LANDO NOWINS BRCOMES LANDO WIQH WINSSSS 😁😁🏆🏆 so hqppy for you rihht now, and for max & charles and their podium!! ❤️

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user37 reason no.1209212 as to why y/n is the best:

user38 THIS POST AWWW

user39 the way she's so proud of him and her brother 🥺🥺

user40 and max!!

landonorris couldn't have a post without charles and max featuring huh 😔

yourusername unfortunately charles IS my brother, and max IS my friend as well, so im legally obliged to celebrate with both of them too

landonorris yeah but...my first win ☹️

yourusername next win trust i'll dedicate an entire post to you babes ❤️

charles_leclerc the spelling y/n 🤣🤣

yourusername I WAS DRUNK OKAY BLAME MAX

maxverstappen1 BLAME ME HUH

yourusername YOU GOT ME DRUNK MATE

charles_leclerc absolutely shocking behaviour from a world champion

yourusername RIGHT??

maxverstappen1 how come i never get these sort of posts when i win

yourusername would you like one next time maxie?? 😁

maxverstappen1 please 😔

yourusername watch its coming 🔥🔥🔥

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Hi, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write something with Ollie maybe a smau about a secret relationship with Hamilton!sister!f1academy driver or just a black! driver? I was listening to Into You by Ariana Grande and 2:42-3:56 gives secret relationship vibes with someone between wanting to keep things quiet and wanting to just give in and be public.

Idk if that’s too much, but thank you in advance 🤍

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: Y/N is ready to make her relationship public, but Ollie’s hesitant!

Warnings: Written for a black reader specifically! Light angst with a happy ending + suggestive (no smut)

not proofread

Featuring: Oliver Bearman x Hamilton!Reader

I’m so mad because i had literally the whole post typed out and forgot to hit save 😦 Oh well!! Hope this is decent enough :)

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y/nhamilton Moving on to Ferrari 🫡

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georgerussell63 - Gonna miss this diva in my garage 😔

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y/nhamilton - I’ll miss you too Georgie 😔 We will gossip another time

> lando - You’re still gonna see each other?

> georgerussell63 - It’s not the same

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username1 - She’s soo pretty omfg

username2 - Forza Ferrari, beautiful!

alexandrasaintmleux - We should go shopping someday!

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y/nhamilton - yes PLEASE

kimi.antonelli - I’ll keep George company for you, Y/N!

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y/nhamilton - Thank you Kimi!

username3 - Lewis who? The only Hamilton I know is Y/N

username4 - and Alexander

olliebearman - Congrats Mr. Hamilton!

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username5 - Ollie spotted

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olliebearman Warm welcome here at Haas!

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username6 - OLLIE SOFT LAUNCH?

username7 - WHO IS THAT? CAUSE IT’S SURE AS HELL NOT ESTEBAN!!

kimi.antonelli - Say hello to the missus for me!

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username8 - WHAT DOES HE KNOW?

olliebearman - she says Hi!

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

y/nhamilton

🎵 Ariana Grande • Into You

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y/nhamilton Spent some time with friends to work on myself!

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username8 - I’m in love with you

friend.user1 - covering our faces because Y/N mogs us too hard

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y/nhamilton - Don’t even. You’re SOO beautiful 🫶🏾

alexandrasaintmleux - I love the song choice beautiful! 🎶

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y/nhamilton - I’M BLUSHING STAWP

lewishamilton - Just watched her devour an entire tub of ice cream while eating this btw

y/nhamilton - What can I say

username9 - I just fell to my knees you’re so bad

username10 - never settle for a man PLEASE GIRL I LOVE YOU

mercedesamgf1 - Missing our paddock diva!

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y/nhamilton - I’m just gonna have to get into F1 myself and come race for y’all

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

The date had went smoothly. It was a nice Italian restaurant with a candlelit atmosphere and authentic food. Y/N felt ridiculous for being mad at him to begin with, but they both moved on quickly. We’re all human, after all!

The exciting part came afterward. Sitting in his car, Ollie had suddenly reached over, his hand creeping up on her thigh. “Y/N, I missed you a lot.” He whispers with that cheesy, boyish grin that melts her heart into putty for him to play with.

“I know,” She whispered back, leaning in to give him a kiss. It was meant to be soft and innocent, but every movement of his lips against hers developed it into something deeper. His hands traveled up her thighs, settling on her waist. Ollie pulled the woman in, her legs encasing his lap where she sat.

A little whine slipped out as she nipped at his bottom lip, strong hands digging into the fat of her rear side. Y/N giggled, a sultry and honeyed sound. “Patience,” She whispered like a warning.

“I need to get you home.” They both pulled back, looking into each other’s eyes as if they were willing to hang the stars again and again. She could only nod in agreement, hurrying to climb back into her seat. The faster she was buckled, the faster she could have him.

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olliebearman Loml spotted!

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username11 - WHAT

username12 - IT’S CONFIRMED

kimi.antonelli - Congrats to the happy couple!

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georgerussell63 - Now wait a minute…

lewishamilton - 🤨

username13 - Am I delusional or is that Y/N’s hand

username14 - THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING

username15 - WAIT YOU’RE RIGHT

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f1gossipofficial We saw things in that car even we can’t share. Y/N Hamilton and Oliver Bearman are official!

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username13 - I TOLD Y’ALL

username16 - They traumatized the gossip account 😭 I can’t

username17 - THEY’RE LOWKEY SOO CUTE

y/nhamilton - Why were you watching 🙄

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lewishamilton - 😧🤨

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username18 - Oh no

username19 - Ollie’s career ended before it even started 😭

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lewishamilton - Weird. Wish I could unsee this

georgerussell63 - 🙌

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username20 - HE KNEW ALL ALONG I’M CRYING

y/nhamilton - Thanks, Kimi 😭

olliebearman - I love you so much ❤️

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y/nhamilton - I love you too ollie bear ❤️

> lewishamilton - That is volatile. Never say that again. Happy for you, though… 🙄

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despressoslatte · 5 months ago

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not the zoey you wanted (six)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

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“I… I don’t know,” you breathed out as you looked into his blue eyes, peering into the pleading, the longing, the afraid look in them. “I don’t know.”

He let out a long exhale, not exactly a sigh, but a sound that depicted how much he had deflated.

“What were you two talking about earlier?” you asked before you could really think about the words you were saying.

You didn’t need to say any names for him to know exactly who you were talking about.

Without missing a beat, he said, “How much I love you.” He kept his hands on your cheeks, holding your face to make sure you don’t break eye contact with him.

You’re silent, looking away anyways. He drops his hands. He just lets out an awkward laugh, tilting his head to the side, “Which is a lot, by the way.”

Zach MacLaren is patient, he is kind. He was one of the best boys you’d ever known, funny, sweet, with the type of smile that was contagious and a laugh that you wanted to hear at any moment of any day. And you knew, deep down inside, that the insecurity you let fester and build up inside of you was only making things worse. You knew it was only making that reconciliation harder.

He grabbed your hands next, holding them in his lap. You looked up at him, finally.

“I love you,” he said with his full chest, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “And what happened with Zoey hurt you, and I’m so sorry that it happened. I’m hurting, too, you know.”

“I know,” you tilted your head to the side and your bottom lip wobbled.

That was all it took for Zach to wrap his arms around your shoulders and bring you to his chest, thinking you were about to cry.

You just moved your face so that you could still breathe, letting your cheek press against the fabric of his shirt and grabbing onto the fabric of his black puffy jacket.

“I know it sucks for you the most,” you continued talking, blinking to prevent any tears from falling because you did not want to cry. He rubbed your back, right between your shoulder blades. “I know not talking is only making things worse, but I just don’t know what to say… I’m hurt, you’re hurt. And it’s like I’m stuck here, listening to you say you were falling for her over and over in my mind, unable to just… move past it.”

There’s a long pause, a question forming in Zach’s brain that he didn’t want to ask.

But he asked it anyways.

“Do you think… maybe you won’t get past it?” he wondered, his voice clear but his tone apprehensive. “Is what happened last weekend it for you?”

There’s another long pause. You have no idea what to say to that, a million things running through your mind. Perhaps? Maybe? Right now, it was hard not to feel hurt that he had gone on this ski trip with Zoey and his family, where she apparently fit right in with them—though he says Avery thinks she’d like you better—and he was having a good time getting to know her and falling for her. It was hard not to think about how he probably smiled at her like she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and how she got to experience something that should be just yours.

And how, if it wasn’t Zoey Miller, maybe he would’ve fallen for someone else down the line anyways. Or, if it was Zoey Miller, maybe fate would’ve put them in the same room at the same time in the future, and they’d end up together.

He untangled himself from you when you fall short of a response, a tightlipped smile on his face.

“Take your time,” he reassured you. “But if, at any moment, you realize that we can’t recover from this… please tell me. If I’ve already lost you, I’d rather know.”

He stared into your eyes, looking as if they were imploring you to tell him he hadn’t lost you. His expression was screaming for the answer, even if his words were depicting a man of patience.

“I’ll tell you… if those thoughts ever cross my mind,” you say back.

And it was that tiniest reassurance that completely walking away from Zach was never an option in your head that made the ends of his lips curl up in just the slightest. The tiniest bit of hope.

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“Zach sure is busy these days, huh?”

You stood by the shoe rack of your apartment, taking your shoes off. You looked up to see Bree typing away on her laptop, sitting at the dining table that had a view of the front door.

Zach had walked you back to the apartment, insisting on having at least that.

“What do you mean?” you asked, shrugging off your bag and placing it on the couch before pulling out a chair and sitting across from Bree.

She just shrugged, glancing up at you while her head was still tilted towards her laptop, glancing at you from the top of her eyes. “He hasn’t been over in almost two weeks, new record.”

Her voice was nonchalant, but you knew that face. You’d been roommates and best friends long enough to know that face.

“What happened?” she asked, closing her laptop. “And what does it have to do with Zoey Miller?”

“How do you just know these things?” you asked with an amused laugh.

“With the awkward way you two were standing earlier, anyone could know these things. Plus, I’m used to having Mr. Soccer Star raiding our pantry practically everyday, we haven’t had to go grocery shopping yet, it’s noticeable,” your roommate pointed out, before giving you a real sympathetic look. “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

And there came the word vomit. The story about that weekend, waiting for Zach anxiously and thinking he had just ghosted you. Storming over to his parents’ house on that Sunday to get the real answers from him, only to see Zoey Miller, his “girlfriend” there with him and his family. Zach coming over immediately to explain to you that wasn’t what happened.

You tell her how at first, you felt nothing but sympathy for him to hear that he had got hit by a freaking tree and then catfished, before the insecurity and jealousy arose at the mention of him falling for the catfish. How you can’t help but wonder if he would’ve fallen out of love with you and into love with her if the situation had been different.

“I don’t know if that’s really fair…” Bree spoke after hearing all of the things you had kept bottled up, all of the negative thoughts you were having about Zach. “I mean… you’re just coming up with a script in your head and imagining how it’ll all play out as if it's a done deal, and punishing Zach as if he had really done all of those things.”

“I am not punishing Zach,” you laugh, but it falls short with the seriousness of the conversation.

She just gave you another look, as if silently telling you to just go along with her over exaggerations

“Look, Zoey Miller is a piece of shit, okay?” she said seriously, eliciting a real laugh from you. “And Zach MacLaren loves you. Like, he really loves you. And I know it’s a trust thing, it’s hard to fix a trust thing. He fell for another girl, memories or not, and that hurt you. He got lied to by some random anti-romantic with a weird obsession with his cousin, and that hurt him. But now you two are just hurting each other, and I don’t think that’s fair to either of you.”

You just tapped your nails on the table top as you soaked in the words from the wise.

“What will it take for you to feel reassured that he loves you?” Bree asked.

“I know he loves me, I just can’t help but wonder if he’d love someone else more, or if he’d be capable of falling for someone who isn’t me,” you said back.

“That is the fear of any relationship,” Bree pointed out. “Because life happens to people and people grow together or apart, and that’s always going to be a fear, wondering if you two will last. But what you two need is the trust and belief that it can. So, again, what will it take for you to feel reassured that he loves you?”

You had one idea on the tip of your tongue, and it sounded crazy. You knew it did.

“I think I need him to… give Zoey Miller a chance,” you said slowly, as if not really understanding the words as they came out of your mouth either. “I think I need to know that if he gave it a chance with her as Zoey Miller and not me, would he actually enjoy being with her or not.”

“You’re stupid, no,” Bree shut it down immediately. “If Zach wanted Zoey freaking Miller and not you, he’d be with her right now, and not you. He knows you’re on the fence, and the little cockroach obviously keeps popping up looking for him. If he wanted her, he’d be with her. But he’s not. He’s still trying to be with you. Only you. You, you, you.”

You laugh as Bree aggressively affectionately talks to you, really trying to drill it into your head how Zach MacLaren felt about you. And listening to her speak really did make you feel better.

“Okay,” she clapped her hands together. “The board of directors—that’d be me—has convened this meeting over. I think you have some things to ponder on your own. But that is my two cents on the closest thing I’ll ever get to real life Naley. Don’t sink my ships, man!”

You just laughed at her, and she reached over to give your hand a squeeze reassuringly.

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y3sterdaysproblem · 6 months ago

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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo

chapter six part one

summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you can’t stand each other.

{enemies to lovers, fake dating}

includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn

wc: 3.5k

The night had barely begun and you were already sick of saying the words ‘This is Chris, my boyfriend.’

Not only was it a lie, but it made you want to throw up in your mouth to speak that into the universe. However, despite how gross saying it made you feel, Chris might’ve been the nicest boyfriend you’ve ever had. He kept a hand rested on your waist or your back as you guys spoke to people, he held your hand to guide you through crowds of people, he would even tuck little strands of hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear, shooting you a smile as he did so.

It genuinely terrified you how good he was at lying like this, to the point where it made you wonder if he actually had feelings for you, but you knew that wasn’t true and he was just an incredible liar.

Finally, you guys are able to relax for a moment and sit down, drinks placed in front of you. “God, I need like six more of these right now.” You tell him, sipping your drink until it’s just the sound of the straw sucking up air.

“Holy shit, slow down, we still have to get home,” Chris laughs, but does the same with his own drink, setting the empty glass back down on the table.

You shrug and wave your hand dismissively towards Chris. “We can just uber if anything.”

Chris’s eyes widen at your suggestion. “We are way too far to uber! That’ll be like a hundred dollar ride, no way!”

You groan, throwing your head back dramatically. “I need to get drunk,” you drawl, pulling your head back up to look at Chris. “I’m getting another drink, we’ll figure out getting home later.”

You stand up from your chair, but Chris grabs your hand and pulls you back down. “Stay here, I got it.”

You sit back down and laugh, staring up at the boy who stands up instead. “I’m a big girl, I could do it myself.”

“Listen, I know all your exes are bums, but my girlfriends don’t get their own drinks, so you hang out here,” Chris tells you before walking away towards the bar.

You scoff and settle back into your seat, humming to yourself and looking around the room at all the people dancing and having fun, making you wish you had a real boyfriend to spend the night with. Someone who would actually enjoy being with you and meeting your family. But here you were, stuck with someone who couldn’t even stand to be around you in the real world.

You’re not alone with your own thoughts for too long before your sister sits down next to you with a big smile, her own drink in hand. “Hey!” She says happily.

You smile up at her, knowing she’s probably at least a little buzzed by now. “Hey,” you reply.

She leans in close to you and nudges your shoulder, eyebrows waggling as well. “So,” she drags the word out. “Chris is really cute. Where’d you find him?”

You laugh at her, shaking your head slightly. “Remember the boys I was friends with in high school? Matt and Nick?” You ask her, and she nods, taking another sip of her drink. “Well they’re still my best friends and he’s their brother. We… we used to not get along very well but, turned out he just had a big fat crush on me.”

Your sister gasps in realization. “I knew he looked familiar!” She screeches, and it’s at that moment that Chris comes back, sitting next to you and placing your drink on the table.

“Who, me?” He asks with a laugh, leaning forward slightly to peer at your sister around you.

“Yes!” She says, even louder this time. She was definitely feeling the alcohol. “I remember your brothers always causing a ruckus in my house. Our mom never knew how to handle them because she only had girls, but you were never around, huh?”

Chris shakes his head. “Nah, we didn’t get along in high school.” He confirms.

You turn your head and smirk at Chris. “Yeah, I told her you treated me like shit because you had a big, fat, disgusting crush on me.”

Chris smirks back at you and slaps his hand back on the inside of your thigh, way higher than you were expecting him to. It causes you to jump and the smirk falls right off your face as you stare back at him still. “Yeah? Did you tell her about your big, fat, disgusting crush on me or you just trying make me look like a huge simp?”

You clear your throat and force a smile back onto your face, turning back to your sister. “I guess I kinda liked him, too.”

Your sister laughs and stands up from her chair, making sure she takes her drink with her. “Well, it’s lovely to finally get to know you, Chris. I hope I see you around a lot more.”

“Oh, you will,” Chris smiles up at her.

You turn to him once she’s gone and smack his arm. “Why would you say that when you know I’m breaking up with you tonight?”

Chris laughs and grabs his drink, taking a large sip. “Just to fuck with you. Now you have to deal with telling them your perfect boyfriend is no more.”

You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were having a really fun time, even if you were accompanied by Chris. The way he was treating you was almost comforting, as odd as that was. It was nice to know that somebody was always nearby, and they were there for you and you alone. His hand holding you close, the way he smiled down at you while you guys talked with friends or family, or even now how he grabbed your drink and you didn’t even have to go anywhere. It felt so cruel that all of this was fake and you didn’t actually have someone to dote on you like this. But it’s okay, you figure, at least you can enjoy it for tonight.

You ignore his last comment and grab his hand off of your thigh, entwining your fingers together. “Come on, come dance with me.” You tell Chris, standing up and staring down at him. He shakes his head quickly, and almost nervously.

“Oh, definitely not. I do not dance. Find someone else to dance with,” he tells you sternly, staying planted in his chair.

You yank on his arm, letting him know you’re not backing down. “I can’t ask anyone else, you’re my boyfriend.” You smirk. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Just stand on the dance floor and like… bounce. Get a couple more drinks in you and you’ll feel great.”

And that’s exactly what you and Chris both did, and now that you were both about five or six mixed drinks in, you were nowhere near sober and not complaining. Chris had decided to join you on the dance floor, but he stayed still for the most part, just watching you dance and enjoy yourself.

“I think we’re definitely going to have to uber back!” You yell at Chris, a little louder than necessary, to which he just laughs and nods in agreement, finding your drunken state kind of funny. He’s never seen you drunk before, and you’ve definitely never seen him drunk.

The loud pop song that’s playing comes to an end and is followed up by a slow, steady song, clearly made for dancing. “Oh no,” Chris says, reaching forward to grab your arm to pull you away from the dance floor. “Definitely not, I am not slow dancing with you. Line drawn.”

You pout and plant for feet in the floor, not wanting to move. “Chris…” you whine, and he raises a brow at you. “Just one dance? Y’know, for show.”

Chris groans, knowing that he probably should dance with you, but he definitely does not want to. Despite that, he walks closer to you again and rests his hands on your waist, your arms instinctively going around his neck. He lets out a long sigh and looks around at the other couples dancing, seeing how happy all of them look and how out of place he himself felt. He was having an alright time, he couldn’t deny that, but he also wished maybe he had a real girlfriend to do real boyfriend things with, but he was so picky with his women and knew it would take him a while to find someone he could actually fully fall for. Someone beautiful and smart, someone independent but still willing to rely on her boyfriend, someone confident but not cocky. Someone like-

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looks down at you and meets your eyes where you’re staring up at him.

“What’s up,” he responds, bluntly.

“Thanks for doing this,” you tell him, a small smile gracing your features. “I’m having a really good time and I think my family really likes you. I know it’s not real but… I really appreciate it.”

Chris takes in your words, listening intently. He decides to not be an asshole for once towards you and just smiles, nodding his head. “No problem. Thanks for helping me, too. She stopped texting me so I think our plan worked.”

You giggle in response. “Good, I’m glad. No reason for her to be so hung up on you anyway.”

Chris laughs, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right. You haven’t even gotten to see what she’s hung up on yet.” He tells you.

Your smile dims a bit, and his words make you tilt your head in curiosity. “Yet?” You ask.

Chris just shrugs, not wanting to feel like he stumbled over his words, though he definitely did not mean to say that, and now he doesn’t quite know how to backpedal. “Never know where the night will take us.”

You pause, your feet stopping with you, your eyes just boring up into Chris’s. Maybe it was the closeness of your bodies, or maybe it was just all the alcohol, but you couldn’t help how good you thought he looked right now in the low light, how sexy he looked staring down at you, and how hot his hands felt as they roamed around your waist and back, pinky fingers barely ghosting over the top of your ass. The combination of all of it was too much, and you found yourself pushing away from Chris, clearing your throat. “I, um… I need some air.” You tell him before turning and heading for the entrance of the banquet hall, pushing the big doors open until you were outside, sucking in a deep breath.

Intrusive Chris thoughts, that’s all they were. You just had to get through it and figure out how to get home and away from him for the rest of the night.

You’re only out there for maybe three minutes when the door opens again and Chris walks out and towards you, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. You turn your head and face him, but you’re not happy to see him at all. The one time you need space and of course he comes looking for you.

“Sorry if that joke was too far,” he apologizes, now standing directly in front of you.

You shake your head, breaking eye contact and looking at the ground. “Wasn’t. I just got hot,” you lie. “Needed to cool off.”

Chris nods, not fully believing you, but not wanting to fight you on it either. Another first. “Maybe we should start heading out. I can order us an uber.”

You bring your eyes back up to his and nod in agreement. “Yeah, that’ll be good.”

Chris stares down at you intensely, making no move to pull out his phone and call an uber, just staying completely still until you feel like your own skin is on fire and you want to rip it off. He’s never been this quiet in his life, and he surely has never willingly spent this much time staring at you.

“Chris…” you start, nervously, heart banging in your chest.

Chris takes in a deep breath, sounding almost shaky, pulling his hands out of his pockets before he speaks. “I think I drank too much,” he says quietly.

“What, why-?”

Your question is cut off by Chris’s lips slamming against yours, his right hand coming up to your jaw to hold you in place, left hand gripping at your waist like you were his lifeline.

You’re shocked at first, completely taken aback by the feeling of his lips on his, and your first instinct is to pull away, but in a split second decision you let your body relax into it, arms circling up around his neck once more, stepping the tiniest bit closer so your chests were pressed together.

One of your hands slid up into the back of Chris’s hair, holding him close as your lips slotted together damn near perfectly, and his left hand rested on your back, pulling you even closer if possible. Your heads were tilted for a more comfortable kiss, and you stayed like that for a few moments until he pulled away, breathing more labored than usual.

“I’m sorry,” he says, almost in a whisper. But your hands are still exploring each others’ bodies and your chests are still touching. You’re both quiet, apart from the heavy breathing, and you know one of you has to make a move here. But this next move will determine your relationship for the rest of your life, and you’re terrified to make the wrong choice. Do you pull away and tell him it’s fine, you know he didn’t mean it, he’s just drunk? Or do you give into the feelings, into the intrusive Chris thoughts, into the way he’s making your heart race right now?

It doesn’t take a lot of thought. You never really were too good at restraining yourself from the things you wanted.

“Don’t be,” you tell him, the most confident you’ve sounded the whole night, before you slam your lips together again, this time more roughly than before, both of your mouths opening to slide your tongues together.

It seemed like the world around you had completely disappeared, the only thing you’re able to focus on being the way his lips moved with yours, the way his hand splayed on your back pressed you closer to him, the way your fingers felt tangled in his hair. All you cared about was kissing him, and you didn’t even hate it. In fact, you loved it, and it didn’t even kill you to admit it.

You guys were kissing for what felt like forever when Chris pulled away, keeping your faces close together. His breathing was labored and your makeup was messed up and the only thing you two had on your mind was getting more of each other. “We should leave,” he starts. “Like now.”

You nod in agreement, then realize. “I can’t drive, Chris.” You remind him.

He swears under his breath before taking a look around at your surroundings, a large smile gracing his face as his eyes landed across the street. “There’s a hotel,” he pulls a hand away from you to point his finger to where he’s looking. Your eyes follow the path and land on the building he’s talking about, and you can’t help but be excited and terrified at the same time.

You gulp and bring your eyes back to Chris’s, his own head turning back to look at you. “Chris…” you start slowly and tentatively. “Do you realize what you’re implying here?”

Chris shakes his head. “I’m not implying anything,” he tells you, then leans down to press a kiss to your neck, slowly trailing his lips over your shoulder. “I’m telling you I want you. I need you.”

You let out a small breath and tilt your head, eyes fluttering shut. “Okay,” you reply. “Okay, let’s go.”

Chris plants one more kiss on your neck before he grabs your hand and starts walking away from the building you guys were in front of, a little too quickly for you to keep up with. “Chris!” You complain. “I’m in heels, slow down.”

Chris laughs and turns to look back at you. “I’m sorry, I’m eager.” He stops and lets you catch up before walking again, slower this time. “I just can’t wait to get my head between your legs.”

Your cheeks flush at his words, and you know you should yell at him or hit him or scold him since that’s what you two always did, but this time his words sent a shiver down your spine and what felt like all of your blood rushing between your legs. You almost wanted to close your legs shut in fear of him somehow sensing how wet you were becoming, but you decided to play it cool. And by cool, that meant you nearly tripped off of the curb and choked on your spit at the same time, not being able to process the feelings in your head and walk at the same time.

“Maybe, uh, keep your thoughts to yourself while I try to navigate walking in heels while drunk, yeah?” You suggest, looping your arm around his for a little more stability.

Chris agrees with a small chuckle, guiding you across the not so busy street and towards the hotel. “You’re okay with this?” He clarifies, to which you nod your head.

“Yeah, I’m okay with this. I’m drunk enough to find you hot and drinking rum always makes me horny,” you giggle.

Chris scoffs. “Please, you always find me hot, you’re just drunk enough to finally admit it.”

You turn your head and smile up at him. “Kinda hard not to when I think your brothers are so hot.”

Chris turns and meets your eyes, cringing. “Gross, dude, can you not talk about how hot you think my brothers are when I’m about to fuck you?”

You only giggle again, this time in excitement.

You both make it to the hotel and walk through the automatic doors, instantly smiling at the girl working the service desk. Chris goes up to her and starts the process for booking a room as you wander around the lobby, peeking in the vending machines and around all the corners, just thinking about how you had no idea this was how your night was going to end and how you weren’t even complaining. You were looking forward to it even. Your intrusive Chris thoughts were finally coming to light, and while that thought scared you, it excited you even more. You felt like a little kid snooping around in the middle of the night to find Christmas gifts. It was wrong, and you knew you shouldn’t do it, but you wanted nothing more than to do it.

You did feel slightly bad for leaving so abruptly, not even saying bye to anybody on your way out, more so because you had assumed you’d be going back inside, but you really couldn’t feel too bad about it when you were this intoxicated and excited for what was to come.

Chris came back to you and laid a hand flat on the small of your back, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to your senses. “Come on,” he said quietly, leading you to the elevator.

Since it was late and most people would be sleeping right now, you weren’t surprised to see the elevator empty when it opened. You guys shuffled into it and he pressed the button for it, immediately turning to you when the doors closed.

“You look so fucking good in that dress,” he compliments, placing both hands on your hips as he presses you up against the wall. He leans in and places his lips right in front of yours, eyes boring down into your own. “I can’t wait to take it off of you.”

You whine and grab him by the unbuttoned jacket of his suit, tilting your head up to finally reconnect your lips, one of your legs coming up to wrap around his waist.

His hand slides down to hold up your thigh, slipping underneath the dress to feel even more of your skin, even more of you. “I need you inside me so bad,” you whimper against his lips, pulling his body even closer.

“I know, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” Chris whispers, sliding his hand up farther and around to the inside of your thigh. He pushes your legs apart a bit more and gently rubs his two middle fingers against your panties, which were no doubt noticeably wet at this point. “Is this all for me?” He asks lowly.

You nod, pushing your hips into his hand more. “Yes, all for you.” You tell him, starting to slide one of your hands down his torso. You’re about to ghost your fingers over his bulge when the elevator dings and the doors open, signaling you’ve arrived to your floor. Chris pulls away and pushes your leg down before using both hands to pull your dress back into place, then leads you out and towards your room in silence, using the keycard to open the door.

You both walk in, and if the tension was already high, the door shutting behind you just launched it into space. There was only one thing left to do from this point.

part two

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'*•.¸♡ FATHER FIGURE ♡¸.•*'

You finally meet up with Mr Castillo for a date- rain disrupts your plans and he shows you around his apartment. All of a sudden you end up on top of him, I wonder how that happened?

pairing: harry castillo x reader (Lucy's sister)

part1

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context: just fluff and kissing (dry humping a man old enough to be your father),romcom scenarios, older man x younger woman, everyone is over 18 and fully consenting; words: 4.6k Lemme know if you like it or you don't-I will write a part three with the smut, but I wanted to leave it out of this one for the people that don't want to read that. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ couldn't be me tho

The ride back home in his Mercedes was a quiet one, filled with the occasional small talk in the short ride back to Lucy’s apartment, a promise of contact tomorrow left you feeling all warm inside as the streetlights above you painted streaks of gold across the polished dashboard as he drove, an occasional glance from him warming your cheeks.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you arrived, sad you had to go but excited for what tomorrow might bring. You wanted to kiss his cheek and say ‘thank you’- like in the movies, but any close contact with this man might’ve made you lose your grip on reality, almost like you couldn’t function properly. Harry took a deep breath, ‘Please say something’, you thought.

“I really enjoyed that.” he leaned back on the driver's seat, trying to take all of you in.

“Me too, you really saved me tonight.”

Lucy was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone with an all-too-familiar voice as you entered the apartment and closed the door behind you.

“Your daughter’s back.”

“Hi baby!” your mom enthusiastically called out for you, and after you took your shoes off you joined them. “How are you? Lucy told me you went on a date tonight. How did it go, honey?”

“Good, he stood me up.” You sat on the couch.

Lucy gasped next to you “What?”

“He did. But I bumped- well, he bumped more into me- on another man from the wedding we went to.”

“What an asshole,” your mom sighed.

Lucy mouthed the name ‘Harry’ towards you and you nodded your head at her while smiling.

“But don’t worry mom, I had a lot of fun tonight, I’m glad the other guy didn’t show up.” you got up to have a shower and change into your pjs. “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure. Good night baby.”

Your sister shook her head at you as you made your way towards the bedroom. You knew she was very curious to hear what happened, but that will have to wait.

You smiled to yourself as you closed the bedroom door.

The next morning she basically assaulted you with questions as you drank your coffee on the couch next to her. The soft morning light from outside casting an embrace over the living room table.

As you continued the story you could feel her get more and more excited, as Lucy usually got whenever you would tell her about a crush or an encounter with the opposite sex. She sat on the edge of the couch and listened to every little detail as she could share in your sentiments towards the older man as only a woman could.

She took a sip of coffee after you finished the story and told you:

“I am happy for you. Really, I am.”

You placed your feet on the couch.

“But..”

“But what?” you stopped yourself from taking a sip of coffee.

“But as an older sister- I have to tell you to be careful, ok?”

You stared at her, urging her to continue.

“Harry. How old is he?”

Alright, you left that part out, so what? She wouldn’t understand you couldn’t care less how old he was, on the contrary, you liked him even more because of his age.

She called out your name, “How old is he?” her eyes widened a bit, bracing for the impact of what you were going to say.

“He’s 40.” you said, reluctantly.

“Don’t make me look him up.”

She always knew when you were lying.

“He’s 49.”

She closed her eyes, then opened them. “Oh my God.”

“Lucy, don’t make a big deal of this. He was incredibly nice to me and totally ok with me never seeing him again If i didn’t take the news well. I don’t care, really.” You took a sip of coffee after you told her. Showing her how easily you took the news will alleviate her worries, surely.

“It’s not about caring or not caring. I’m the last person to judge you, and I want you to have fun and be happy. I just want you to be careful.”

“Careful about what? He likes me and he made that pretty clear.”

“Of course he did, he made it pretty clear at the wedding too.” Don’t blush now. “I don’t want you to get love bombed by this man and then get hurt. A man his age, single? I know people, I work with these sorts of people all the time-”

“Trust me, I’m careful.” you took a look at your phone.

“Very careful. Please.”

You nodded.

“He is very handsome, I will give you that. Even if he is half a century old.”She muttered.

Your phone started to ring. Unknown number. Your heart raced. You looked at Lucy, your stomach dropping, and answered.

Harry.

“Hello Harry” you said, recognizing his voice immediately.

It was a date then, a real one. Suddenly he stopped being so foreign and so scary after last night, you felt as if you regained your confidence after you spoke to him on the phone.

After a quick shower and knowing smiles from Lucy, you stared at the ‘I’m outside’ text, your heart beating miles per hour.

Ok, no biggie, you’ve hung out with boys before, you knew how this went. So why are you so shy and nervous?

He’s just a guy.

You braced for the impact of seeing him as you exited the apartment, your sister's words of ‘text me’ or whatever else she was saying as you left completely blurred in your mind as you stepped into the warm spring air outside.

People were walking down the street and chatting but your eyes fixated immediately on the handsome man waiting next to his car.

Ok, maybe he’s more than just a guy.

He smiled at you as he saw you and immediately you felt as if walking was a skill you recently gained.

Greeting each other, he turned his body around towards the back seats of the car “I have something for you.”

He got you roses, of course he did. A gorgeous bouquet of red roses. Your knees felt like gelatin as you picked them from his hands.

“Thank you, they are so beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”You hoped he didn't notice your shaking hands as you took in the velvet petals sprinkled with small droplets of water.

“Nonsense, of course I had to.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him, at the wheel, so expertly moving around chaotic New York, two people almost rammed into you, much to your amusement as he cursed. He wouldn’t say where you would be going, and you hoped your floral knee-high dress was appropriate..He'd said it was pretty, so that was enough for you.

He smiled at you in his perfectly ironed cashmere buttoned up shirt. His beard suited his bronzed face perfectly and his hair looked so soft- soft like your bed after a long day.

“Can we go walking today?”

“Of course, we can do anything you want.” He gave you a quick glance and smile as he turned the steering wheel to the right.

“I’ve been waiting to come here, it opened a few days ago.”

The café buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the soft sounds of a song being played on the speakers. It smelled of coffee and pastries inside making you feel like you were back home. The plush blue seats of the booth you sat at were very comfortable and the soft almost unnoticeable glow from the round lights above, shaped like many suns inspired an impossibly cozy atmosphere.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” He leaned down a bit towards your eye level, searching your eyes with his brown ones.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”

This place didn't even have prices on the menu!

Last night all you did was talk, now it was his turn.

“You’ve never told me, what do you do?”

He chuckled as you asked that. What the hell was so funny?

“I do a little bit of here and there.” He looked away for a second and then back at you, putting his fist under his head as he did the first time you met him.

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at that statement. “What do you mean? Are you a freelancer or something?”

“Something like that.” He shrugged. Ok, so he wanted to play games.

“You look like a freelancer.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Here you go sir.” The waitress brought you two the drinks and then left shortly after you thanked her.

You shrugged under his gaze and grabbed the pink lemonade in front of you. “Sometimes, I think drinking from the straw makes it taste so much better, sometimes not” you took a sip.

“I wish I had the same problems as you.” You two laughed as he opened the sugar packet next to his coffee.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You don’t have to ask me if you can ask me something, just do.” He didn't look at you as he stirred the sugar and you had a moment to look at his big hands next to the small espresso cup, wondering if you would actually ask him this.

“Why me?” You leaned back on the plush blue seat of the booth connecting you both.

“Why you?” He squinted his eyes at you, you had no idea if he can’t see that well or if he’s just trying to decipher your question.

“Yes, why me. There were so many pretty women that night and you came up to me.” You turned the big glass of lemonade in your hand a bit as you asked that.

He looked at his drink then back at you, smiling: “I saw no other pretty women that night.” You never thought your name would sound so good as when he said it and you placed aside the bad illusions you had that he might’ve left with someone else.

“Still, why me?” You liked hearing things twice, maybe in greater detail if he could.

“I’ve always thought that there are no such things like coincidences and-” he smirked at you, “green’s my favourite color.”

You stared at each other as words completely evaded you in that moment.

His brown eyes softened when he looked at you and you wondered what his beard would feel like under your fingers.

“Can I try that?” he gestured towards your lemonade.

You asked him about his life, about his passions and his past as well. He didn’t go into great detail but it was a beginning as he probably found it hard to open up, but you will change that, you were sure.

“My sister warned me about you,”

“Did she now?” he looked at you after he took a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, she said that I should be careful.”

“That's good, she’s looking out for you.” He smiled at you with his eyes, completely confident in his own intentions regarding you.

He took a deep breath and said: “When I was your age I wanted to study Psychology too, but my parents wanted me to go to law school. I admire you for being able to follow your passion.”

He was admiring you, he was admiring you!

“Oh, thank you.”

By the time the lemonade was done, rain started pouring down and you saw people rush to cover outside. There would be no walk outside today it seems. Harry told you that you could go back to his place, as he had a collection of books he wanted to show you-

That’s all you had to hear before you were staring at the apartment complex reaching towards heaven itself from down below.

Was going to a stranger's house that good of an idea?

Would your sister be mad at you for doing this?

Yes, kinda, kinda really mad. But you were a grown woman and you knew he wasn’t going to try anything. Well, maybe he could try some things.

“Hello, Mr Castillo.” the concierge greeted him as you walked towards a separate pair of elevators.

How much was the rent here? You knew your sister was paying a lot of money for her apartment. Rent here must be astronomical.

“How much is the rent here?” You stared at him as he pressed his key against the door and the elevator button.

“I don’t know, I own.” He came next to you again and pressed his back towards the elevator, adopting your position.

The walls of his house must’ve been 8 feet tall with a sprawling panorama of the city from down below- you don’t think you’ve ever been this high before.

The furniture was a light wood color and while the walls were littered with art pieces which you couldn’t understand, the house had a cosy feel to it, regardless of the almost titanic size of the penthouse. You must’ve been in a trance as you found yourself staring at the city right next to the window.

“How beautiful.” you took a deep breath as you looked in front of you.

“I had the same reaction when I looked at this apartment the first time.” Harry was focused on pulling books out of the almost library he had next to the huge couches in the living room.

You tore your eyes away from New York as you looked at him, with his back turned towards you. He picked a red book from one of the upper shelves, then a smaller one from the one below.

“I want you to look at these, you can take them if you want, I’ve already read them.” He shuffled the books on the coffee table as you came closer to him. He smelled of amber and the casual woody fragrance men’s cologne usually has, the silver streaks in his hair and occasionally his beard left you feeling like you couldn’t get enough of looking at him.

Last thing on your mind right now were the books.

“Let me get my glasses.” He left you for a short while as you sat down on the couch and examined the books he chose for you.

A weight settled on your right as he joined you again, black rimmed glasses placed on his nose, which somehow made him look even more handsome. He explained each book to you, how he felt about each of them and how he thought you might like them.

Did he think about these sorts of things before he invited you here?

You eventually settled that you were going to take one of the books, but he basically forced you to take all 5. He said that they were only going to collect dust in his apartment, that he didn’t have time to re-read them and that you should take them.

A low grumble from your stomach broke through your conversation as a reminder that you haven’t eaten anything today.

Harry told you that you should decide what you two should eat as he placed the books one over the other and leaned back on the couch next to you, hand on the armrest behind your head.

Takeout it was as some warm noodles cooked to perfection and some spring rolls would fit right in with the rainy weather outside. He ordered the food and while you spoke about movies on the couch, the food arrived and you followed him to the kitchen.

You truly tried not to feel as if you were in a museum as you sat down on one of the chairs next to the island he had in there. He sat right next to you, opening the big bag of warm goodness.

You two made small talk regarding the food, how good it was and how you recently re-learned how to eat with chopsticks.

You stared at the big window next to the kitchen at the droplets of rain splattered again and again on it and told him:

“You’re not a freelancer.”

With a mouth full and a smile, he shook his head ‘no’, and placed his glasses on the table next to him. He had a curl on his forehead.

“Somedays I wish I was.”

Your phone beeped, no doubt a notification from your sister.

You had the chance to look at the house in more detail as he gave you a tour of it, he showed you his collection of expensive art pieces and you laughed as he told you you look like one of the women in his paintings. As the rain stopped, you and Harry stepped on to the balcony for some fresh air and for you to see the beautiful view he was so accustomed to.

The weather definitely got colder outside but Harry brought you one of the wool blankets on a chair as you sat down on the couch overlooking the city. Who knows when’s the next time you’re going to see something like this? He grabbed a lighter and started the small fireplace surrounded by glass on the coffee table in front of you. The sun was still gleaming on the horizon, painting pink, yellow and orange streaks of hue between the skyscrapers of New York and pushing its light on Harry’s brown hair from his place next to you.

You knew that it was a good time as any to ask him some important questions, the real important questions.

“Please don’t get angry at me for asking this-” you hugged the blanket closer to your chest as the wind blew and moved the handsome man’s curled hair in an almost cinematic way. The smell of fresh rain in the air filled your nostrils which combined with the smell of his cologne almost made you sigh in olfactive pleasure. “- but why are you single?”

There were no people to disturb you two this time, no journey to end the conversation early.

He looked at you : “I was afraid, I think. Afraid and I have a tendency to believe the worst, I suppose it comes with age. ” He turned his body towards you and put the side of his left leg on the couch to sit more comfortably.

“You believe the worst?”

“I do, I’ve been hurt before, and I was afraid.”

“What happened?” you looked up at him, curiosity filled you up and you wanted to hear more.

“I loved someone, a long time ago, when I was about your age. If not a bit older” he paused, “and she must’ve thought i wasn’t good enough, so she started seeing someone else- whilst being with me.”

“Oh,”

“It went on for a very long time, and I was devastated when I found out, I mean I felt like I was living a lie.” He gestured with his hands as if to convey to you his feelings back then “Me and her are friends today but I promise you, the way it made me feel, I still can’t shake off that feeling. I think it haunted me my whole life,” his brown eyes looked at your lips then back into your own eyes.

“I wanted to be number one and I was actually number two in her eyes, if even that. My only escape was work so I focused entirely on that until I felt like passing out by the end of each day. This went on for years. I got addicted to working and completely ignoring the aspects of my life that included any sort of relationships.”

Wanting to bring more light to the situation, you asked him: “Do you like being number one?”

“Yes,” he gave you a smile, “that’s why I live in this apartment. But it means nothing If I don’t have anybody to share it with. After work I want to talk to someone, laugh with someone and there’s no one here for me. I woke up one day and I turned 30, then 40 and now I am almost 50 years old.” he whispered to you.

“You know, when you get to be my age, you realize the world has moved on- to some degree, away from you. At least that’s how I felt. All the time people congratulate me and say I accomplished so much in life but I look behind and all I can see is a sad man.”

“So what changed now?” You tried to meet his gaze, overjoyed at hearing this intelligent man’s wise words and life story.

“I went to this therapist- she told me that I should stop self-sabotaging myself and I realised I might be more sensitive than I thought” The sound of an ambulance from down below broke his eye contact with the armrest behind you as he now looked across the balcony, towards the horizon.

“When I’ll know, I’ll know. You can only be so sure as your mind makes you about someone.”

“What makes you so sure about me?” You laughed as he met your eyes again. You almost felt small as he stared at you, thinking.

“My instincts are usually right.” He smiled at you as the curve of his cheek pressed against the knuckles holding his head upright. “Even if you’re very young.”

“I’m old enough.” you finally spoke up, wanting to defend yourself and your affections towards him.

“Old enough for what?”

He smiled as he asked you that, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. Harry liked joking around and playful banter between you two seemed to bring you so much more closer to one another. But this was downright torture.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face at hearing this question, how could he ask something like this? Old enough for you!

As you slightly touched the older man’s knee with yours did you realise how close you were to one another, did you move closer or did he? Well, it was getting colder outside and the small fire in front of you did almost nothing to shelter you.

Something else could bring warmth too. A gentle silence overtook you both as you looked at him. Both embarrassed at yourself and excited. The butterflies in your stomach were almost ignored for the way your heart was beating out of your chest, but regardless of that you never felt more sure of the moment you were living right now.

You felt him look at your lips quickly, debating if he was going to do this and saw him close the distance, a tiny bit at first. His eyes asking you questions words couldn’t pronounce, for now.

Your mind must’ve reminded you to close your eyes as you felt his lips press against yours. The warm feeling of his big hand on the side of your neck holding you in place provided a momentary comfort from the wind blowing outside.

His lips let yours go for a short while as he came even closer to you and brought his arm across your body, almost pushing you closer to him but not daring too much. He was almost like a wall next to you and you felt like all your joints forgot how to move as you tried to press your lips against his.

Your cheeks were on fire and all the cold outside seemed to be the least of your worries as he grabbed your arms and placed them across his body. Harry’s kisses seemed to be of a long lost lover’s in their desperation for yours, like he’s been waiting for this for a long time.

The city lights winked at you in the background, a silent audience to your intimate moment and the loud sounds of the city below faded into nothingness as you were so focused on him and him on you.

The most rational part of your mind told you to take it easy, ‘be more careful’ as your sister would say, but he was intelligent, wise and so, so handsome, ‘being careful’ was the least of your worries right now as he grabbed your upper lip with his own warm lips.

He broke the kiss off to press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You wanted to kiss him again, have him push you against him as he did before.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” he whispered in your face.

You laughed at him, more like giggled with excitement at the fact you were kissing him.

You were kissing him!

This handsome man, with his beard and his beautiful curls was kissing you. You wanted him to grab you again like he did before, ‘please do that again’. Here, way above the people down below you- you felt comfortable and safe in this stranger's arms. What would Lucy say? Thinking about that too much would only make you laugh.

You sighed as you pressed your lips against his again and you noticed how your kiss was more intense than his unsure one- coupled with your juvenile desperation for him and the almost intoxicating aspect of your difference in age and experience left you feeling like you couldn’t get enough of this man.

You didn’t even notice your leg was interlocked with his or that night was already upon you. Harry grabbed your leg as he grazed his tongue against your upper lip and you let yourself be manhandled on top of him, blanket uncomfortably pushed between your bodies.

He adjusted himself below you and tossed the blanket beside you two before you were back to kissing him again, this time you felt him allow you to kiss him however you wished, completely under your control from below you. You took this chance to push your fingers in his salted hair, brushing against his curls at the base of the head and almost massaging his scalp as you continued your pursuit.

The rough feeling of his moustache on your upper lip and the occasional brush of his tongue against yours in your shared wet kiss made you ache for something else.

Every time he gave you a moan your belly hurt and it wasn’t because of hunger, in search of calming that pain you pressed yourself even lower down his body towards the object of your desire waiting for your attention.

Harry gave you a groan as you finally settled down on him again, then up and then down once more. He removed his big hands off your back and moved them lower towards your hips, you felt him smile as you kissed him and you smiled back. You truly wished you had been more careful in choosing your dress as it had moved between your legs and didn’t allow you to feel him closer.

Long dress or short dress didn’t seem to matter to him at this moment as he had become adamant on grinding you down against him to hear you moan whenever you kissed him again. This mountain of a man, reduced so sweetly to desperation and need of you.

You broke off the kiss and looked at him- with a soft hue of pink on his cheeks and with untamed hair, his lips were slightly parted and his breathing was coming out in short puffs. You let the older man breathe for a second as you stared back inside towards the warm interior of the penthouse illuminated by yellow lights all around. You didn’t want this to end, and apparently by the attention you received from him down below, he didn’t want this either.

Harry kissed your chin and then pressed two kisses on your neck as you contemplated, “Let’s go inside.” he said.

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Authors note: Imma edit everything and re read it a bit later bcs its sooo late but im so happy i was able to finish writing part 2 so i can deliver to the freaks what the actually want. its me im the freaks. Have a happy day and thank you for reading :))))))).

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jinxthequeergirl · 9 months ago

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The Ol switcharoo (pt3)

Stan pines x reader/ ford pines x reader

Summary: 30 years pass and you meet stanfords family.

Warning: NONE

Sorry for another short chapter. Consider this a filler episode. Chapter four should be better.

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30 years is a long time.

You can do a lot in that time.

You can live a lot of different lives in 30 years.

You started cutting your hair in that time, Stanford taught you to box, You'd gone on many different adventures. Most of which you often questioned the legality of, but they still made you laugh.

Now you mainly tended to the Mystery shack no more adventures, you wondered as you sat on the couch next to Stanford when you'd gotten so old. And when your life had changed so much.

You had almost forgotten all about anything before your family vacation. you and Stanford had grown into a pretty comfortable life together. You wouldn't lie you'd come to love the life you've grown into with him.

But you've also missed the adventures you used to go on, finding monsters , exploring the unknown.

But you were only met with gluing eyeballs to pieces of plastic halloween decorations and making up stories to make out of towns folk get a good laugh in.

You had tried to find Stanfords journals just to "relive the glory days" but with no luck.

You were never sure what happened to them, if he had accidentally tossed them out, if he had lost them himself or if that was part of what happened while you where away. Either way you stopped looking. You never asked about them either.

Stanford seemed to really enjoy his life with you too, you never got the idea he wanted to turn back or like he was waiting for some big adventure.

"This may sound corny but you and the mystery shack are my big adventure...I wouldn't trade you or the old shack for anything y/n. Not. For. ANYTHING."

So you stopped worrying yourself with the journals or the old research, let alone the real monsters that lurked in the woods.

You hunkered down, sold stories and bumper stickers in your matching suits and watched night time television before falling asleep on top of eachother every night.

This was the routine you'd fallen into. You found it odd if you had to sleep without Stanfords shoulder as your pillow or his jolt of laughter before he realized you fell asleep. It was odd for both of you to not debate who got giftshop duity over tour duties. (You always got gift shop.)

It was odd when a pair of twins arrived on your front lawn.

"You never talk about your family." You said following Stanford down the stairs to meet them. "Sure I do." He said clearly a little nervous.

"Mmm no...I didn't know you had a sister! Let alone great neices and nephews!..excuse us, Soos." You say almost chasing him through the gift shop almost knocking soos over.

He paused as both of you looked out the little door window at them. "Listen...I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my family... to be fair... we aren't really close..but somethings came up and-" You could see his stress building up as he tried to piece together something that made you understand how important it was to make a good impression on those kids.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm here with you... you can explain it all later, but right now, I'm right by your side, like always." He smiled and placed a hand on top of yours.

Before heading outside to me, you are in tow.

"I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD A GREAT AUNT! A GRANT!? A GRRR...GRAUNT!?" The girl in the pair shouted excitedly after stan had introduced you to them.

"That's cause you don't. We aren't married y/ns a friend."

You laughed at the girl who energetically and enthusiastically introduced herself as Mable. The introduction was followed by several need to know now questions, all of which would later be scribbled onto a paper for you to fill out and return to her.

☆what's your favorite color

☆ do you like my grunkle stan?

☆if you were a magical creature, what would you be? Why? WHAT WOULD I BE? why?

☆do you LOOOOVEEE grunkle stan?

☆opinion on stickers?

"Alright, you two leys get you up to your room for the summer." Stan said, pulling Mable away from you and grabbing her bags.

You grabbed the second set of bags and followed stan and the two kids.

"Dipper, right?" You asked the boy who fell in line with you "oh yea! Yep that's me!" He laughed nervously.

"Very cool name,I like your hat by the way." You prayed you didn't seem like you were trying too hard to get them to like you.

"So you and grunkle stan run this place?" Dipper asked, looking at all your hot glue collages as Stanford decided to give them the grand tour before their room.

"Yup." You nodded.

"What's the point? Isn't this all fake? I mean... I can see the string on the invisible man's glasses." He said pointing out the attraction as you passed.

"Oh c'mon Dipper, how could you not love the jackalope!? Is he a deer? Is he a rabbit? I can't tell!" Mable said, carrying the creature in her arms like a teddy bear.

"I just don't get it? Why lie to people when I'm sure there has to be something real out there!"

You smiled at him. He sounded like you when you were a kid...he sounded more like Stanford before the shack. "You like the supernatural?" You asked.

"Oh yea, dippers a huge nerd he loves all that junk!" Mable said punching her brother in the shoulder.

"Oh, here we go! Don't get this one started on mystery and supernatural boogie men!" Stanford said, stopping to join your conversation.

"Y/n used to be big on hunting and looking for stuff like this." He said, wrapping his arm around you. "Used too...I haven't in over 30 years...it got too complicated." You opted to give them a simple answer as to why you stopped.

"Really!? That's so cool!" Dipper exclaimed. "If you ever need someone to go on adventures with, you can trust me."

Over the upcoming weeks, it was slightly rocky with the kids getting settled in, but eventually, they started warming up to the shack as well as yourself and Stanford.

You were quite pleased to have their company, actually. You felt something change in your everyday lives when they entered the shack.

"Depending on who you ask." You said continuing your story as you placed plates in front of the kids. "Your grunkle and I are married." The kids gasped. "Only through some silly machine in Vegas it wasn't real there was this one time -"

Stan chuckled to himself as you told the story of your fake marriage in Vegas as he watched the three of you laugh in the kitchen.

He smiled. Watching you frantically move your arms to further dramatice the story, a certain shine he'd noticed had been missing from your eyes for a few years now. You had it when he'd met you.

The same day, he knew things would be different for him. They HAD been different. You accepted him for everything he was. You went along with his crazy shenanigans. You gave up a whole life for him.

He remembered the birthday parties you had thrown for him. Even if you were the only person to be there for him.

He knew after a few years of you doing so that you would always be the only one there. He had the strangest feeling the night of his 35 birthday when he realized this.

He lied awake in bed, staring at the ceiling when it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Oh no."

He quietly snuck away from you and the kids, still hearing your laughter erupt through the house behind him. He made his way into the darkened gift shop and punched a code into the vending machine, and went down to the basement he swore to you he'd destroyed.

30 years, and all he had offered you was lies. After all you'd done for him after all the care you'd shown him after all you had sacrificed. He just wanted you to have a normal life. A good life.

Not something he had fabricated.

He spent most of his time thinking about the large machine that still sat in his basement, the other half worrying about you. If he was giving a good life if he was soing as good a job being in your life as you had done for him.

He worried about what might happen when, IF he was able to pull of bringing his brother back.

How would you react to being lied to for 30 years. Maybe you did really feel the same way he had felt about you for years and you would forgive him.

In order for that to work, he'd have to actually admit his feelings to you.

He wanted to, he also wanted do a lot more for you in the 30 years you'd been together but always failed before he could make a move or do anything really. He pushed aside a notepad filled with ideas of kind gestures he could do for you (most of which were crossed out) and replaced the space with the journal Ford had left him.

He would get it right.

All of it.

Eventually.

Then again.

He could always ask Mable.

While you laughed with two kids at a dinner table and Stanley beat himself up about lying and tried to rebuild his life.

The real Stanford pines sat out there amongst the stars with nothing but a creased photo of the two of you and wondered why it was taking you so long to find him.

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penkura · 9 months ago

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where you belong [3/10]

Summary: As Luffy's big sister, you've viewed it to be your job to see him become King of the Pirates in place of your absent parents, even as you try to find where it is you belong in the world. You never really expected to draw the attention of Trafalgar Law in the process.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!reader

Warnings: Discussion of feelings of abandonment, age gap relationship (four years), brief secret relationship, mentions and heavy refences to sex, mentions of alcohol, typical One Piece stuff. Other warnings to be added if needed.

Note: Hahaha almost 7.3k words, I'm so sorry. I almost completely removed this chapter, but I wanted to do a little bit more showing Law and Reader's relationship. :) If you'd like a song to listen to as you read, Clock Strikes by One OK Rock is what I was listening to as I wrote parts of this. 💚

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[Ch. 1] ● [Ch. 2]

Law takes his time telling you about his childhood and time with Corazon. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you, especially knowing how you react when Ace is brought up, he’s not sure he can deal with you crying over the things that have happened to him. He also needs the time to work out his own feelings, trying to keep from choking up himself when he remembers everything, even though when it happens you quietly take his hand to try and provide some comfort, like he's done for you.

He never shakes your hand off his, just pushes down the pain and tears and keeps talking to you.

He starts by telling you about his family and life in Flevance. His mother and father, how wonderful and brilliant they were, how much they loved him. His little sister Lami, who adored him more than anything in the world, she always wanted him to join her during the festivals in Flevance. He loved his family more than anything, they meant the world to him back then. You smile when he tells you about the first time his parents let him take Lami to get ice cream, by themselves, and how she dropped hers, so he had to share with her.

While he doesn’t remember too much, he does tell you about his friends from the church nearby. They’d all been classmates too, spending their days going through normal classes and sometimes the boys, Law included, would catch frogs to dissect and gross out the girls. He remembers all the festivals, the neighbors he’d pass by every day, the old lady next door that always tried to get him to eat bread for some reason.

Law tries to make it easy for you, the first day is only about his family and friends. Nothing about the destruction of Flevance yet, he takes a bit to get there, and it affects him just like it does you, it still does to this day.

He really does try to keep his emotions in check, but once he begins to remember how it felt to see Lami sick with the white lead disease, he starts to struggle with keeping his voice steady.

“I…I was horrified when we realized she was sick,” Law has to stop and take a breath, swallowing down the tears he feels trying to slip out, “I didn’t want to watch her die.”

Nodding, you don’t say anything, you don’t want to interrupt his thoughts as he works them out and how to voice them. You just grip his hand a little tighter, which Law returns before he continues, reliving when his home was destroyed by the World Government.

“I left the hospital after I found my parents were dead, I was going to find the nun who had told me some Marines were going to sneak us kids out, so we could get Lami and go,” you can already tell where this is going, while Law grits his teeth remembering everything as vividly as he does, “She had been killed too, all my friends from the church…the hospital was burned down with…with Lami still inside…”

“Law…I’m so sorry…”

“I escaped in a mass of corpses, I had to get out somehow. That was the only way. I, eventually, I found Doflamino and his crew, and worked to join them when I was ten.”

Both of you quiet, you’re trying to take everything in, and Law is trying to get past his feelings again, he hates talking about all of this. Every time someone new joins his crew, he waits a while to make sure they’re trustworthy before he tells them anything.

But he believed you should know, even though you aren’t staying forever, and now you’re slowly learning everything.

You know when he’s done talking for the time being once he becomes quiet, you’ve noticed that about him over the last several months, allowing you to hug him though he doesn’t return it. He does appreciate it though, you don’t ask him to tell you more than what he’s ready to, taking it all at the pace Law sets for this.

“It’s getting late,” you hadn’t even notice until Law brings it up, but it is starting to look dark outside, “Everyone will be back for dinner soon.”

Law can’t help the slight smile that comes to his face when you sniffle a bit and nod, rubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. He didn’t fully expect you to start crying but he’s also not surprised, he figures it must bring out your own feelings of protectiveness and sibling love towards Luffy. Once he stands, Law holds his hand out to help you up which you gladly take, but you pull him into another hug that, this time, he gently returns.

“Thank you, again, for trusting me…”

“I hope you won’t betray that.”

“I would never!”

Law laughs a bit at your shocked expression, while you smile and kiss his cheek, something you’d started doing more recently. He’s gotten more used to it; it doesn’t affect him the same way it did the first time. He likes it, but tries to make sure none of his crew are around to see it, to avoid any kind of teasing that may come from it.

“See you at dinner, Law!”

“Mm-hm.”

Watching you leave before going back to his desk, Law thinks that went better than he could have expected. He expected more tears from you than he got, but he’s glad he didn’t have to spend several minutes calming you down before you left. He has to take some time to relax himself after dredging up those memories, but maybe next time he’ll tell you some happier ones he remembers, not just about his family but about Cora-san too.

Before he even has the chance to tell you about his time with Corazon, Law is hit with several nightmares, all flashbacks to that night, something he never expected to happen. He believed he’d gotten past it all, but it seems the thought of telling you everything was causing it all to resurface and disturb his sleep (not like he gets much anyway).

He's good at hiding it though, you don’t question the dark circles under his eyes, even if they look darker to you lately. He tells you it’s nothing when you ask, convinced that’s enough for you even though you give him a skeptical look before going on your way. Law thinks you’re going to let it go, he can take care of himself. He’s handled this before on his own, before his crew came to be and he had friends to help him.

He can handle it again, he swears he can.

But it gets worse, especially after Law does tell you about Corazon, everything they went through to save him, and how his savior died to protect him. It keeps you up some nights afterwards, thinking about it all more than you should, and you know that wasn’t Law’s intention. He wasn’t trying to upset you or garner sympathy, it was simply his life story, and he felt like you needed to know. Like he wants you to understand why he’s started the plans he has, with stealing the hearts of other pirates to become a Warlord, the rest of his plans he won’t tell you about for whatever reason.

It probably would be strange to outsiders, but you’re surprisingly okay with it all. You aren’t a permanent member of the Heart Pirates, you don’t need to know all the details.

Still though, you feel like something is off, not with you but with Law and how you two are now. You’ve noticed how tired he is lately, he almost seems to doze off during the crew meetings he lets you in on, at least until someone says his name and it wakes him enough. He still seems to yawn more than normal, it’s what led you to be standing in front of his office door so late tonight, you want to make sure he’s doing okay or see if he needs anything. You feel nervous and you’re not sure why, while you quietly knock on the door and wait to hear if Law calls you in.

When he doesn’t, you open the door and call for him.

“Law? I was going to make some tea and was wondering if you want any…”

You don’t get a response since he’s asleep at his desk, your first thought being that at least he’s sleeping. You’re glad to know that until you realize it is not a peaceful sleep and he seems to be having a nightmare from the distressed look on his face.

Oh that makes so much sense.

You had hoped it was just the stress of everything going on that was keeping Law from sleeping, not that he was having his sleep disturbed by nightmares. Of what, you don’t know yet, but you feel the need to wake him.

“Law? Hey,” you’re quiet as you set your hand on his shoulder, hoping that wakes him, “Law, wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

It does work to wake him, but also startles Law to the point he nearly knocks himself out of his chair when he wakes and sits up, eyes wide when he looks at you but not really, you know he’s still waking up.

You mostly know that when he barely whispers ‘Cora-san’ and it makes you realize what he’s been suffering from in his sleep. The memories have come back fiercely and it makes your heart ache for him knowing everything he’s gone through.

You’ve suffered worse than you let on.

Once his eyes focus and Law sees it’s you with him, he worries he’s let things slip about the nightmare, especially when he sees how concerned you look.

“What…[Y/N]-ya, what…what time—”

“It’s after midnight. I was checking to see if you wanted tea but,” he doesn’t say anything but you watch him as he rubs at his eyes with his sleeve, you wonder briefly if it’s sleep or tears he's trying to get rid of, “I noticed you weren’t sleeping well…are you okay?”

No I’m not.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

Law nods, waving your hand off his shoulder before turning back to his desk.

“I am.”

He’s certain you don’t believe him, based on the face you make as you nod, before shaking your head.

“You don’t really expect me to just accept that answer, do you?”

I wish you would.

Before he even responds, you take his hand and pull him up out of his chair, which also surprises him though he is still waking up fully

He doesn’t even fight when you start to drag him towards his bedroom, or when you get him in there and tell him to change for bed, you’re going to go make some tea for the two of you real quick.

While he does get ready for bed, he doesn’t expect you to stay long after you return with the drinks. He fully expects you to hand his over and leave, going back to your room to sleep, not for you to climb into his bed beside him and give him a smile like you’re wanting to talk before going to sleep. Law just stares at you for a moment, before he speaks.

“Do you want to talk about something…?”

“Hmm? Oh, um! Well, I…was going to stay with you tonight.”

“…why?”

You become quiet, Law halfway expects you to decide to leave, telling him goodnight before doing so. You don’t need to stay, he’s fine on his own. He’ll get over the nightmares again soon, he’s sure of that.

“I have nightmares too…about Ace…”

He really shouldn’t be as surprised as he is, but he never thought you’d be struggling like this too. With the fears that come from having witnessed such tragedy and the resulting pain, perhaps he should’ve expected that though. After all the times he’s held you through your breakdowns over Ace’s death, he should’ve known you’d be having nightmares too. But you’ve hid it so well, you’ve handled things all on your own once again, just like he has.

Maybe it’s time we both accept some help.

“Sometimes I…,” you bite your lip before shaking your head, “The nightmares, are about if you hadn’t saved Luffy. So…let me help you tonight, Law…just for a bit?”

“…okay…”

Law isn’t sure how long you two stay awake that night talking, all he knows is that, eventually, he wakes up to someone knocking heavily on his door but he’s not able to move at first. You’ve got his head held against your chest, still fast asleep yourself, no signs of waking but he’s nearly frozen in place when he realizes what’s going on. It takes a moment or two for Law to decide what to do, internally yelling at himself about how on earth this happened and how does he get out of this without someone thinking something scandalous is going on.

He's lucky enough that you release him and roll over in your sleep, he doesn’t have to figure out how to get out of your arms on his own. Now it’s a matter of getting out of his bed without waking you, he doesn’t want to interrupt your own sleep. The knocking stops eventually, Law hears someone mumble to themselves, they’ll probably come back later but he’s got to get out of bed now. He has a chance to get out before you wake or someone catches you in his bed. He quickly slips out, grabs some clothes and goes to his bathroom to change, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh.

This…isn’t going to be good in the long run is it?

Law isn’t looking forward to having to wake you when he goes back to his room, but he’s lucky enough that you’re gone by the time he gets back. You definitely woke up and had the same thought he did, sneaking yourself out quickly without making any noise. When you see him again at breakfast, you don’t say anything but give Law a smile that he returns with a nod.

No one else knows or finds out, much to the relief of you both, and Ikkaku doesn’t question where you’d been the night before.

While he hates to admit that he did need someone that night, Law can’t deny the fact he’d slept better with you there than he had in months.

+!+

A few weeks later, the Heart Pirates are throwing a party for their captain. Law’s birthday has come around and while he’d tried to tell him no party they still threw one together, even dragging you into the planning though you didn’t need to be asked to help really. When you heard it was his birthday, you were happy to help, having a couple of gifts put away for him as a thank you for all the help he’s given you the last year and a half or so. It's not a lot, just two small things you think he’ll appreciate, even with Ikkaku and Uni telling you he's going to love both gifts, it's hard to think that much about them.

Law, although he said no parties, is not one to deny his crew a night of rest and relaxation. He does try to stay in his office most of the evening, but Penguin and Shachi are able to drag him out long enough to have a drink and let everyone wish him a happy birthday. He’s truly grateful for all of them, thanking his crew with a slight smile. He ends up settling beside you for a bit after Shachi hands him a drink, not pushing you off when you lean against his arm and give him a smile.

“Happy birthday, Law.”

“Mm, thanks.”

While you take a sip of your own drink, Ikkaku catches your eye and gives you a wink, which makes you roll your eyes before Law sets his hand on your shoulder, nodding for you to follow him out of the common area up on deck. Ikkaku makes sure to pass you the wrapped gifts you have for Law when you walk by her, it makes you nervous to keep them behind your back when you both sit on the deck to relax away from everyone. You can still hear them shouting and laughing, a few already a little wasted but it makes you and Law smile.

“You crew loves you a lot.”

“Yeah,” Nodding, Law takes a sip from his drink before setting it down, “I love them a lot too…what’d Ikkaku hand to you?”

“…how the—”

“I’m not blind, you know,” his smirk only makes you pout, as you take the items out from behind you, “Neither of you are good at hiding things.”

“Fine,” you sigh heavily as a joke, but still smile as you hold the wrapped items out to him, “A gift for you.”

Law quiets as he stares at the gifts you have in your hands, before he finally takes them from you. The happy yet nervous smile you have tells him you weren’t really ready to give these to him, but Ikkaku seems to have forced your hand. You don’t seem mad about it though.

“…you really didn’t have to get me anything, I wouldn’t have been offended.”

You shrug a little, knowing it’s really not much, but it still makes you smile to see Law just a bit flustered by it. He obviously wasn’t expecting anything from you, but of course you surprise him once again. It seems like almost everything you do lately endears you to him even more than before.

What a mess we’re creating.

“I know but, I wanted to. As a birthday gift and to thank you for everything,” you watch while he starts to open the smaller gift, heart rate picking up out of anxiety, you’ve never felt so anxious giving someone a gift before, “It’s really not a lot, I just…I thought you’d like these…”

Law isn’t at all surprised to find a coin in the small box, he figured that must’ve been it, he’s so familiar with that size of box and the small sound it made when he picked it up. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s from Foosha Village, your hometown, it has to be one you’d brought with you as a keepsake. The port engraved on one side and the Goa Kingdom on the other, he can pick out the tiniest manufacturing errors and possible imprints on the small coin. It’s special though, he didn’t have one from there in his collection yet and you’ve added to it, how kind of you. He knows if you wanted to, Luffy would take your whole crew back to your home for a visit and you’d pick up another coin or two, you likely aren’t worried about giving one up.

Seeing his face light up a bit at it as he thanks you makes you smile softly, at least until he goes to open the other wrapped gift. You bite your lip out of worry and fidget a bit, not a single thing going unnoticed by Law who almost asks what’s wrong but realizes you’re just nervous for whatever reason. There’s nothing to be nervous about in his mind, until he sees what else you’ve given him, and it causes him to freeze up, which leads to you defending your gift to him.

“I…I found it in a bookstore on the last island…the shopkeeper didn’t want to sell it to me, but I was able to sneak it into my bag and get it out of there. I remembered everything you told me and…I just…”

It's a book about Flevance, the country’s history and culture, everything about the white lead export, the festivals they held, the little bit that was assumed about white lead disease itself. All of it there in his hands now, he didn’t know such a book existed. He would’ve thought any and all traces of Flevance had been destroyed by the World Government, including books detailing the country itself. But they missed one, the one you’d been lucky enough to find and steal from the bookstore, that you thought you should give to him so he had a piece of his home again.

When he doesn’t say anything for several minutes, you start to bite your lip, wondering if you’ve made a mistake. He flips through the book quietly, not making known what he thinks at all.

“I—”

“That’s my sister and I.”

Law finally speaks up again, having stopped on a page for longer than you noticed, pointing out one of the pictures printed on it. You lean in just enough to look, smiling at the picture he’s showing you. The boy is obviously Law, he has the same grin you’ve rarely seen, and the girl has her brown hair tied into small pigtails, smiling just as widely next to him. You hadn’t really read too much of it, just getting an idea of what Law’s hometown was like, but that picture makes you realize how happy he was back then.

“She’s cute.”

“I think,” he interrupts your thoughts and makes you look at him again, “that was during a summer festival. Lami would’ve been four, I remember buying her ice cream and playing a game to win her a stuffed rabbit…she didn’t let go of it for months.”

“She looks like you.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Law scoffs, but chuckles a bit, flipping to another page, “I forgot a reporter had taken our picture then…these are my parents….”

It's another picture from the festival, but this time just his parents are shown, probably having been nearby to make sure their children didn’t wander off. Now you see why he said Lami didn’t look like him, she was a carbon copy of their mom. You never would have guessed those pictures were in that book, or that Law remembered when they were taken.

“…you look just like your dad.”

Nodding, Law closes the book and sets it to the side. He’ll read it fully later, those pictures and the small flip through he’s done are enough for tonight. He has to push those emotions down for now and doesn’t push you away when you give him a hug that he quietly returns, thanking you.

Neither of you moves or says anything for a while, before you look up at Law and speak.

“Hey, Law?”

“Hmm?”

“…tell me that I haven’t misread all of this.”

Law is stunned into complete silence, more frozen than he was earlier, when you lean up just enough to press the softest kiss to his lips, it’s almost like it doesn’t happen but he knows it does. You’ve actually kissed him, his feelings aren’t unrequited after all! The fact you think you’ve misread everything he's said and done the last few months, he just wants to sit and tell you everything now. How he’s been stressed about telling you, he wasn’t sure you really felt the same.

But now he is! The confirmation he’s been looking for despite the fact he was already certain you felt the same. With the way you’ve spent so much of your free time together he should’ve realized it sooner, how everything just led you both to each other every time. Its unreal that this is happening, that you’ve taken that first step to change your relationship with him. He really did think it would never happen, you’d both be forever pining, or the feelings would fade.

Honestly Law’s relieved you decided to take the chance, he wasn’t sure how or when to do it himself. He’s not used to this, what should he even be doing now?

Maybe he should be kissing you back, Law realizes a moment later, when you pull away just enough for him to see the disappointed almost sad look on your face. He’d gotten so caught in his thoughts that you must think he doesn’t feel the same, all because he was so distracted he didn’t think to return your kiss.

“Sorry,” Oh you sound so sad, it nearly breaks his heart to hear your voice, to see you looking away from him, “I…I shouldn’t ha—”

“Don’t,” Law nearly whispers it, moving both hands to hold your face and makes you look at him, “Don’t apologize.”

A barely audible ‘okay’ is your response before Law properly returns your first kiss, letting you slip your arms around his neck while he moves one hand to your waist to bring you a little closer to him. He knows this could be a misstep, that you may come to him in the morning and say you’d drank too much, that it shouldn’t have happened. But for now, he’s going to ignore the thoughts that tell him to stop. That he can’t be doing this, you’re a rival captain’s older sister, it’s not going to work out no matter how much he hopes it does. It doesn’t matter to him, not right now.

All that matters is you.

You and him, right now, with your hands in his hair, his arm around your waist, and his other hand stroking your cheek. It’s almost too much to believe it’s real but it is, he doesn’t know how he got so lucky. To be able to receive your affections and return them. Part of Law wonders if this was your plan all along, to get him away from everyone just to kiss him, even though he’s the one who led you away, but he thinks you didn’t plan this part at all, it just happened.

But it’s okay, he doesn’t mind. Not everything has to be planned down to the letter. You certainly weren’t in his plans.

This really might become a mess down the line, but does that matter? Just for a bit, he’ll ignore everything going on around you, Law will briefly ignore his plans just for a few moments tonight. For the several minutes you two spend in a silent confession of feelings that had built up over the last few weeks, he’s going to ignore reality.

Until you softly push him away, Law wonders if he did something wrong, only to see you give him a shy smile.

“Happy birthday, Law.”

He laughs slightly, shaking his head before kissing you again.

“Thank you, [Y/N]-ya.”

You really can’t wait to tell Ikkaku about this.

+!+

Eventually Law walks you to your room, your gift to him in one hand while you hold onto his other one, fingers laced together and stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. You two haven’t fully decided what you are yet, you’ll discuss it later, he’s promised you that. Even if Law would like to sit and talk things through with you tonight, it’s late and there are things to do the next day. The rest of the crew might be hungover and sick in the morning, but they’ve got to get a move on to the next island, there are more hearts to be collected.

Once you’re back to your room, Law kisses you once more for the night, thanking you again for the gifts, before he heads off to his office. He tries to hurry so you don’t see the pink blush on his face, but you already have, you just don’t tell him. You simply say goodnight in return, going into your room and leaning against the door with a dreamy sigh and smile on your face, which Ikkaku picks up immediately when she sees you from her bed.

“So…how’d it go?”

“I kissed him.”

“What?!”

“And he kissed me back…for a few minutes.”

“Holy shit, you got Law to make out with you?!”

Before you can say anything else, Ikkaku tells you to wait, jumping out of bed to grab your arm after she locks the door and drags you to her bed, making you sit down. She quickly goes to her dresser and pulls out a small wine bottle she’d hidden from the boys and joins you back on her bed with it.

“How long have you been hiding that?”

“Doesn’t matter! Tell me everything!”

The alcohol burns but Ikkaku’s giggling at your retelling of what happened with Law makes you smile and giggle in return. She looks like she’s reading a slow burn romance novel while you tell her everything that’s happened, giving Law his gift and kissing him, how he returned it and said you’ll talk about things later. She rolls her eyes a bit at that but the few yawns you give tell her that was probably the reason why he said that.

Once you finish telling the story, you sigh again and fall back on her bed, still smiling while Ikkaku watches you.

“That was my first kiss…”

“Really??”

“Mm,” you nod a little, thinking back and knowing that’s true, “I wonder if it was his too.”

“Probably. Captain hasn’t shown interest in anyone before, I’d be surprised if he’s ever kissed anyone that wasn’t on a dare.”

You look like you’re thinking, but Ikkaku smiles before she takes a drink of the wine and lays beside you.

“This is so cool, you and Law. I knew there was something there when I saw you two working together.”

“Oh please, I doubt he’s liked me that long.”

“You never know! Imagine he’s liked you since Amazon Lily!”

“Now that’s way too far back!”

The two of you stay up laughing and talking, the few worries you have about what’s next dissipating as Ikkaku tells you everything she’s noticed that led her to believing Law liked you, it makes you so much happier to know your feelings are reciprocated.

After he makes it back to his office, Law nearly collapses on the ground, his energy spent and his emotions going haywire.

The gifts you’ve given him, the kiss you shared, he doesn’t know how to fully process all of it. It’s so foreign to him, he doesn’t think he’s felt so happy since the time he spent with Cora, he’s sure he hasn’t felt this loved since then either, even though he’s sure you’re not in love with him yet.

Law sets your gifts on his desk, he’ll put them away in the morning, placing his face in his hands to try and stop the blush he knows is there and the smile that he can’t seem to wipe off no matter how much he tries to. He tries to calm himself down, tell himself this isn’t a big deal, maybe you will come by in the morning and tell him it was a mistake, but he hopes and prays you don’t.

I can’t believe she kissed me. I didn’t expect that…

“Heeey, Law, I’m heading up for night watch,” Penguin knocks on the doorway a bit, stepping into Law’s office as his captain just nods, making him raise an eyebrow, “Something good happen, Cap?”

“Yeah…yeah, something good happened.”

+!+

It takes a few weeks still for Law to ask to take you on a date, but you waste no time in accepting the offer. He tells you not to let it out to anyone, but you may have slipped up and told Ikkaku when you asked for her opinion on what to wear. The two of you sounded like schoolgirls with how you were giggling and chatting over the fact Law actually wanted to take you out for a date, your feelings aren’t one-sided, he really does like you back! It only feels so strange to know that because of how Luffy and Ace would chase off boys that liked you way back when, even if you liked the boy back, your brothers couldn’t stand the thought of one of them taking you away. None of them were good enough for you.

You think Ace would’ve liked and approved of Law. Even though he’s older than you, if they’d been able to meet, you’re sure Ace would have liked Law, liked the fact he’s also a doctor, and that he makes you happy so far.

The night of your date doesn’t really go as planned though. Everyone except Ikkaku, Bepo, Law, and you are off the ship, exploring the town you’re docked near, Law had sent them all out with a day off and stayed on board along with you to get ready for your date and make sure no one was going to find out about it. He’s not ready for the teasing that’s to come and wants this to stay as secret as possible.

Once you’re dressed and ready, you expect Law to come get you from your room like he said he would at the time he’d told you, but he’s late and you start to worry when it gets later and later.

Had he changed his mind and decided to stand you up? No, no Law would never do that, if he didn’t want to go out with you he would’ve said so, he probably never would have asked in the first place.

Right? Right. Law wouldn’t leave me without an answer.

Again you’re at his office door, knocking to see if he answers and once again, you receive no response. He hasn’t left the ship you know that, Ikkaku said she saw him in his office just a few minutes before he was supposed to come get you, so what happened?

“Law? Are you ready to go?” Still no response, so you decide to again let yourself in, you aren’t prepared to see Law is still in his office, but appears to be passed out on the floor, it actually scares you.

“Law!! What happened?!” You hurry over and make sure he’s still breathing, relieved to find he is, before checking him for a fever. “What the hell, Law, are you all right?!”

What a way for your first date to start.

Law never wanted you to know just how nervous he really was about your first date, he kept it all to himself. He only let Penguin know about it by accident, to get some advice that he thought might be helpful, but his friend only ended up telling things not to do. He rolled his eyes and gave up on that, only asking if it was normal to feel like he was going to be sick at the thought of taking you to dinner

“Yeah for a first date, that sounds normal, Cap.”

“How do I get rid of it?”

“I…well…go on the date and see?”

Yes, very helpful advice. It didn’t help with the constant dizzy feeling he had, though Law thinks that may have been slight dehydration from his nerves causing him to forgo all water and food that day. He really didn’t want to risk actually throwing up before or during your date and grossing you out.

Unfortunately, all of it hit him at once when he was leaving his office to go get you, causing Law to realize how badly he’d neglected himself that day, and the day before, as he passed out without the chance to call for someone’s help.

But when he opens his eyes a while later and sees you giving him a worried smile, he knows he’s screwed up. He blinks a few times, barely registering that he’s laying down on the couch in his office, he knows he hit the floor. He can feel the pain in his head from it, yet he doesn’t mind too much feeling your hand in his hair or his head in your lap.

“Hey, you.”

“[Y/N]-ya…?”

“In the flesh.”

“What…what happened…?”

“You tell me,” giving him a concerned smile, you gently run your fingers through Law’s hair while he looks up at you like he’s thinking, “You were late coming to get me, I was worried you’d changed your mind…when I came to see what was up, you were passed out on the floor. Bepo helped me get you here.”

“I…I don’t remember,” he shakes his head a bit before sitting up, finally remembering what it was and groaning, “Wait, yes I do. I was about to come to your room, when I started to feel dizzy. I…guess I passed out…”

“Do you have a fever? Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to go out if you’re sick, Law! We can do it another day.”

Law really doesn’t want to admit the reason for his dizziness and sudden fainting, once he realizes what caused it all, he doesn’t want you to feel bad about something you couldn’t control. It’s all on him for stressing out so much about the date, he just wants to impress you. He's never done this before, dating isn’t in his skill set.

“…Law?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

He gets up so quickly you don’t have time to stop him, but still follow and grab his arm.

“Hey, talk to me,” you make him turn to face you, smiling softly even though he doesn’t look at you, he’s keeping his eyes on the ground, “Whatever it is, I won’t be upset. If you want to postpone, that’s fi—”

“Why do you even like me?”

“What—”

“There’s nothing good about me,” Law moves to pull away from you, but you keep your grip on his sleeve, not letting him get away, “I’m not a good person, you deserve someone who is. You deserve someone who can make you happy, not…not me…I can’t do that…”

The silence feels deafening, when you don’t respond right away. He’s sure you’re rethinking all of this now. His birthday when you kissed him, the few times in between then and now where you’d stop him to kiss his cheek and he’d return it with one to your forehead, how he’s walked you to your room each night, and the few times he’s let you share his bed for the night. When he finally decided to ask you on a date the other day, even though you gave him the brightest smile he’s ever seen from you, he doesn’t believe you could be happy with him.

Who could ever be happy with him, with someone who’s seen so much death in his life, at only twenty-five, when he’s bent on avenging Cora and stopping Kaido?

Why would you want anything to do with that?

“I…am happy, though,” you move to hold Law’s hand, placing your other on his face to make him look at you, “I like you, Law. I really do and I feel happy when I’m around you, you can ask Ikkaku. I tell her all the time how much I like you, how much I want to be with you.”

“You don’t—”

“I’m not lying. I don’t know what you’re thinking about us, and that’s okay right now, but I…I can see myself with you now and in the future. I promise, Law, you make me happy, just by being you.”

Law doesn’t have a chance to say anything before you kiss him, trying to convince him of your feelings being real. He’s hesitant to return it but does so after a moment, before you pull away with a smile.

“…you look nice.”

“Thank you…you do too.”

“I…I was going to take you to dinner.”

“Oh yeah?”

Law nods, wanting to explain better, before you start to sit down, still holding his hand to bring him to the floor with you. When he tries to speak, you just shake your head.

“It’s my turn to ask a question.”

“What about—"

“Will you tell me about your tattoos?”

Law doesn’t pull his hand away from you, while you continue hold it and gently run your finger over the cross on the back of his hand, he has to fight not to just intertwine his fingers with yours.

This isn’t how he thought your first date would go. Not you finding him passed out from stress and turning it into simply talking. He knows already he’s going to make it up to you with a proper date at the next island.

“For my family, and for Cora-san…” he points first to the ones on his hands and forearms, placing his free hand on his chest to point out the one for Corazon though you could’ve guessed that.

Humming, you nod, Law brings his other hand up to softly tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and watching you lean into his hand.

He really is very sweet.

“For your crew?”

“My jolly Roger on my back.”

“…what about for you?”

Law takes a deep breath but doesn’t say anything for a bit. He keeps holding your hand, staring at his own, wondering if he should admit it or not. What will you think? Will you decide you don’t want to bother with him?

You probably read the book you gave him, the one about Flevance, he could tell the book had been read. It didn’t go into detail about his home’s destruction, chalking it up to the white lead disease and scarcity of resources, but he wasn’t surprised when he got there himself. The government would never admit wrongdoing, they’d never allow their involvement to be published.

But he thinks you should know. You haven’t walked away after hearing his story, his past, you’re still here with him. You look like you already know what he’s going to say, a sad smile now on your face as you look at his hand in yours.

“’Death’…for what’s marked my life since I was ten.”

He’s quiet, like he’s worried he’s going to scare you off, like he’s marked you for death just by developing feelings for you, allowing himself to entertain the thought of being with you. Everyone he’s ever loved has died, it could be the same for you if trends are anything to go by. It wouldn’t be fair to you, to Luffy, if anything happened simply because you’ve chosen to be with him, Law doesn’t want anything to happen to you. You’ve both been through things, of varying degrees, what could you want with someone like him?

Law tries to pull away from you, you’ve been quiet for so long now, he thinks he’s effectively squashed your feelings for him, you don’t want to be with him now, he's sure of it.

But you don’t let him get too far away, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his chest. Law isn’t really sure what to make of this. It’s not like before, when you’ve hugged him other times, you’re still quiet yourself though you nod.

“I don’t think that’s true anymore…not with this crew, this family you’ve built.”

“[Y/N]-ya—”

“I’d like to stay by your side and prove you wrong,” you tighten your arms around him as Law finally returns your hug, tighter than you even expected, “if you’ll let me.”

“…as long as you’ll have me.”

You both stay quiet for a bit, eventually you look up at Law and give him a soft smile before leaning up to kiss him again, which he returns without any hesitation this time.

It'll take some time for him to be fully comfortable and accepting of this, of the love and attention you’re ready to so freely give him, but you’re willing to give him that time.

Anything to make sure Law knows you aren’t going anywhere, even when you have to return to your crew. You’re not going to let him go very easily.

#one piece x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #where you belong

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You Are My Crush, I Got A Crush On You

Summary: Namjoon's clumsiness causes you to make a soup and an unexpected snowstorm causes you to stay the night. What could possibly happen when you are left alone to spend a night in the same house as your crush?

Word Count: 8.4K

Paring: Namjoon/Reader (Seokjin is also a minor character and there is a flashback that includes all the boys)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!

Tags: PWP, reader is Jin's little sister, Namjoon's clumsiness strikes again, Yoongi locking himself out of the studio strikes again, mention of Seventeen though they aren't characters in this, Reader has a crush on Jihoon (same) flirting, POV switch, playful banter, flashbacks, stuck in a snow storm, slight fluff, mentions of boners, smut, porn, hinting of female masturbation, male masturbation, jerking off, blowjobs, hand jobs, cum swallowing, poor Joon is so pent up, mentions of eating pussy but no actual eating pussy

Authors Note: This has been on my mind for far too long and there have definitely been a lack of Namjoon fics in the fandom so I decided to finally sit down and write this. Also it's purely self indulgent because yes I have a big crush on Namjoon and also Jihoon from SVT. Thank you for reading and I do have a part two planned just once again I have to get the motivation to sit down and write it LOL.

Normally workouts make you feel good, strong and powerful

But today’s workout made you feel like your body was a block of solid cement.

You walked out of your workout class pushing your sweaty hair back the best you could while searching through your overcrowded gym bag for your car keys.

Once you finally found them at the very bottom of your bag and slid into your car you let out a weary sigh.

All you wanted to do was go home, shower, sit on the couch, and do nothing for the rest of the day, however, you knew as important as it was to move your body, it was also important to fuel your body and your lackluster groceries would not get you through the next couple of days, so a quick grocery run it is.

Lucky for you, the grocery store was only a six-minute drive from the gym, so you cranked up your pump-up playlist and put the car in drive.

Right as you stopped at a red light, the song that was playing was cut off by a loud ringing. You stared at your car display to see that your older brother was calling you.

You were instantly worried. He never called you for anything unless it was an emergency so you turned down the volume and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up is everything okay?” You asked slightly panicked as you made a left turn and flipped your visor down so the sun didn’t blind you as you drove.

“Hello to you too my dear sister.” He said, his voice smooth and teasing which caused you to roll your eyes.

“You only call when something is seriously wrong. So what happened?” You repeated as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel.

“I can’t call my sister and want to chat?” He asked as you rolled your eyes again.

“No Jinnie you usually don’t so sorry for me thinking you were in danger. Now what’s up? If you don’t answer I’m going to hang up on you. I’m busy driving to the grocery store and you did interrupt one of my favorite songs.”

He laughs as you huff.

“And what song would that be hmm. If you say a Seventeen song I’m going to be the one hanging up on you.”

“What do you want Jin.” You interrupt because okay yes. You were listening to a Seventeen song.

“My sister. My only sister listening to another band besides mine. Wow, I’m hurt.” He teases as you pull into the grocery store parking lot.

“Jin I know you didn’t call me to tease me about my wonderful music taste now what do you want?” You asked throwing the car in park and gathering your things.

“Wonderful? Which one of Jihoon’s masterpieces was it this time?” He asked as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel again in impatience.

“Jin I’m serious I just got out of a workout class and I still need to get groceries. I just want to go home and shower so please cut to the point of this call.” You whine as you hear him laugh.

“Grocery store! Perfect that’s what I was calling about anyway.” He says and you can almost hear him grin over the phone.

“I’m not buying you groceries if that’s what you're asking about" You argue.

“No that’s not it. Can you make some dumpling soup tonight? I kind of need it.” He says as you cock an eyebrow.

“You don’t sound sick Jinnie.” You say suspiciously.

“Oh no it’s not for me. Well, I’m going to have some of course but it’s for Namjoon.”

Namjoon

Oh.

Your heart began to beat wildly as Jin explained.

“So he stepped right instead of left and almost smacked into Jungkook. He ended up on the floor with a swollen wrist and ankle. He’s been at home for the last six days pouting because the company doesn’t want him to do anything at all until he is healed.”

“Soup won’t heal a sprain Jin.” You remind him pulling up your phone to add the ingredients for the soup to your list.

“I know but I was hoping it would make him less grumpy. He’s being a major baby right now trying to do everything on his own and I figured the soup would make him feel better. But I want none of that online recipe stuff I want you to make Eomma’s recipe.” Jin explains.

“Okay fine but on one condition.” You say as you mentally plan everything out.

“Which is?” Jin asks.

“I bring it to him.”

You can already hear Jin’s whining but you cut him off.

“No. No way Jinnie! You are going to have me make this soup and you're going to drop it to Namjoon and take all the credit like you always do. This soup takes hours no way am I going to let you take credit for it.” You say as you disconnect the Bluetooth in your car and hold the phone to your ear as you exit to grab your reusable bags from the back.

“I wasn’t going to do that!” He protests.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine you can bring it to him and eat with us. I guess. God, you are so dramatic sometimes you know.” He says still whining as you bite your lip.

“You do know I haven’t forgotten when I spent all night making chocolate cupcakes for your comeback and you took all the credit for them.” You remind him as you close your trunk and lock the car.

“That was ages ago! Forgive and Forget and all that crap.” He says as you let out a laugh.

“Never Jinnie. Now I’ll text you when it’s done and you will text me his address got it.”

After much whining Jin agrees and when you hang up the phone there is a bounce in your step as you enter the grocery store armed with reusable bags and a vision.

---

Three Years Ago…

You had cleaned the entire house for Jin. You knew he would be having the boys back here after the award show and the second you walked in your eyes nearly fell out of your head when you saw how downright gross it was.

After over an hour of cleaning, you began to prep the food for them. Nothing too crazy as most of it was catered in but you still managed to make a cheese platter and a fruit tray as the award show was playing in the background.

When BTS won you cheered and danced around the kitchen, your eyes happily falling to the TV and pride bloomed in your chest when you saw Jin and the others walk up to the stage.

However, your eyes didn’t stay on your brother for too long as they drifted to Namjoon and you bit your lip. God did he ever look good in his tight-fitted clothes, with his hair pushed back and a slow sweet smile on his face as he let Jungkook take the award.

Your crush on Namjoon started way before their award days, it started when Jin called your parents and told them he was signed on to a company and was going to be a K-pop idol. A week later he let you and your parents come down to the dorm to meet the other boys and your eyes landed on Namjoon.

Tall, Lanky with a slow easy smile he shook both your parent’s hands and when he shot you a wink you nearly melted to the floor.

But nothing ever came from it.

You were always Jin's little sister and he was Namjoon. The boys got busy, your life got busy and you hardly saw them unless it was at performances and even then you never got a moment alone with Namjoon though he was always polite and pleasant to you.

Tonight would be the first time you would be alone with them in years and you were feeling both a mix of nerves and excitement.

Hours later the food had arrived and you were just finishing setting everything up when the door banged open and you heard seven different voices talking at once as you smoothed down your sweater and tried to look busy in the kitchen.

“WE DID IT!” Jin called out as he rounded the corner and wrapped you in a one-armed hug that had you smiling up at him.

“Thanks for cleaning and getting everything set up! Take some food before you go yeah?” He said as Taehyung smacked Jin’s shoulder and clicked his tongue.

“She came over, cleaned your dirty place got everything set up and you're sending her away? No way! She parties with us tonight. Champagne?” He asked you with a playful smile on his lips Jin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he began piling food on his plate as the others followed suit.

An hour later you were sitting on the couch next to Jin and Hoseok as the boys replayed the night for you. They were a little bit more than tipsy but you were feeling just buzzed as you cut yourself off at one drink.

You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of them

Especially not in front of Namjoon.

So you took your time sipping your champagne that probably cost more than your rent as you listened to them tell the story.

“Then after we won the award Mingyu came up and hugged us. Well, almost all of Seventeen did which was super cool but because there are so many of them it was like we were being mobbed.” Jungkook said with a cute bunny smile.

Your eyes shifted to Jin as he grinned at you mischievously.

“Don’t you dare Jin” You warned under your breath as he grinned and the others fell silent.

“We should have asked Jihoon to come back and celebrate with us.” He teased as you nudged him hard making him almost spill his drink.

“Wait why?” Jimin asked eying you both as you shot Jin a death glare.

“My dear sister here has the biggest fattest crush on him. You’d think having a brother in BTS would make her more loyal.” He teases as you put your drink down to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

You knew you were blushing, you knew the tips of your ears were red as the boys all giggled around you.

“It’s not about loyalty! I just think he’s very smart and talented and I like his music, their music...so sue me!” You argued back as Jin threw his head back and laughed.

“So that’s why you had posters of him on your wall...because you admire his talent?” Jin teases wiggling his eyebrows as you try to pinch his arm but he dodges out of the way.

“It would be weird to have a poster of you on my wall and you know it Jinnie!” You say sweetly back shooting him daggers with your eyes

“We could set this up you know,” Taehyung said as he sipped his drink, his eyebrow cocked in mischievousness that made your stomach turn.

“No no! Stop I don’t want my baby sister dating Jihoon. Or any K-pop idol! It was a joke!” Jin scolds as the others laugh and now take their turn to tease him.

“You were the one to bring up the crush!” Jungkook reminds.

“Jihoon is very talented you have good taste.” Yoongi teases with a wink and you blush wildly.

Everyone thinks Yoongi looks like Jihoon so the comment makes you smile.

“I happen to share a birthday with Joshua I’m sure he and I could get the ball rolling.” Taehyung teases as Jin throws his hands out.

“No! Guys! She’s not dating any K-pop idol thank you very much. She’s my baby sister I don’t even want to think about her dating at all!”

“I mean I could call Mingyu. He’s tall and handsome I’m sure he would be honored to help.” Jungkook chimes in as the room erupts in laughter.

“No no! Don’t encourage her! We are supposed to protect her not throw her to the wolves!” Jin argues.

“Come on they are all nice!” Hoseok chimes in as he raises his glass to you in silent cheers and you can’t help but grin.

“I agree with Jin. We shouldn’t.” Came Namjoon’s diplomatic voice as you turned to him and he was staring at you with such intensity it made you swallow hard.

The room fell silent as Namjoon spoke and your eyes widened as he reached for his drink and spread his legs wider showing off his thick thighs in those damn dress pants that you loved so much.

“She’s been ours since day one. We don’t share. Seventeen can find their own good luck charm.” He says, successfully ending the conversation with a sip of his drink.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and teasing at the other’s expense thank god and as you make your way to the kitchen to refill your glass, this time with water, Namjoon joins you.

“Need a refill?” You ask as you try to calm your shaking hands as you hear the others erupt into loud giggles in the other room.

You had never been alone with Namjoon in a room before and it was making your skin prickle and your heart pound.

“Yeah, maybe just some water.” He says smoothly holding his glass out to you as you fill it.

“I meant what I said earlier you know. You’re ours. We don’t share.” He then does something that takes your breath away.

He tilts the glass to his mouth and takes a slow swallow and you watch as his throat bobs and you grip the counter.

When he removes the cup from his lips he shoots you a wink, the same wink you saw all those years ago except now he is tall and buff from all that working out and his chest is straining behind the fabric of his tight shirt and it takes everything in you not to jump him right here and now.

“Joon! While you are in there get us the chips!” Hoseok calls out as Namjoon immediately steps away and you can’t help but notice the blush staining his cheeks.

He reaches above your head for the cupboard that the chips are in as you inhale his expensive cologne.

“God you smell so good.” You mutter out before you can stop yourself.

His eyes flick to yours and a small smile appears on his lips.

“You do too baby.” He says before shooting you a smile that shows off those dimples and turning to join the boys in the living room, giving you space to catch your breath.

---

Namjoon was miserable.

He was stuck at home with nowhere to go and nothing to do and he couldn’t even leave his damn couch because of his ankle.

He was tired and bored. So incredibly bored.

Normally a healthy male who was home alone and bored would jerk off but he was unable to do even that due to his damn clumsiness.

His right wrist was still swollen and the doctors told him no activity using that hand for two weeks which meant he had to learn how to do everything with his other hand which made him feel even more clumsy and stupid.

Three days in, he tried jerking off with his left hand but the whole thing was messy and uncoordinated and left him more frustrated than before so he just gave up.

Namjoon tried to pay attention to the TV and not to the fact he had not jerked off in almost a week. If he even thought about his cock he knew he would get hard and it would probably never go down.

Lucky for him his phone rang to save him from his thoughts and he saw Jin’s face on the display.

He turned down his TV and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up Jin?” He asked with a smile

“How are you holding up Joon? Climbing the walls in boredom yet?” Jin asked.

“Almost. Yoongi hung up on me an hour ago because I wanted him to walk me through the song he was working on because I was so bored. I think I asked him too many questions and he got annoyed.” Namjoon pouted as Jin laughed.

“Well I have a solution to the boredom and to make you feel better. I’m a genius I know.” Jin boasted.

“I think you have to tell me what it is before you can call yourself a genius.” Namjoon pointed out as he shifted on the couch so his arm was propped up better and put Jin on speaker.

“Well you see growing up whenever I was sick my eomma would make dumpling soup to make me feel better,” Jin explains.

“I’m not sick though. I don’t think a hurt wrist is the same as a common cold.” Namjoon points out as Jin lets out a long drawn-out sigh.

“You and my sister are so similar it’s scary you know that.” He points out as Namjoon straightens up on the couch.

“What does this have to do with your sister?” He asks trying to keep his voice steady.

“Well, I called her and she just so happened to be at the grocery store so I asked her very politely if she could make some soup. Her one objection was she had to be the one to bring it because she thought I would take all the credit. How rude right? Just because of those cupcakes ages ago….”

Namjoon was no longer listening as a memory as clear as day came into focus.

Alone with you in Jin’s kitchen

Caging you in

Flirting with you

The way you blushed

The way you told him he smelled good.

How you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“So we are going to come by and drop it off tonight. And she’s coming to eat with us. Sorry.” Jin said snapping Namjoon from his thoughts.

“Uh yeah. Yeah sure.” Namjoon stammered as he felt his cock start to thicken from under his sweatpants.

Well fuck.

“I’m going to come over early and clean a bit sounds good?” Jin asked as Namjoon ran a shaky hand through his hair trying his best to focus on the conversation and not on how quickly his cock hardened at the thought of you.

“Yeah sure Jin. Sounds good.” He says not even listening to Jin anymore as his thoughts run wild.

“Don’t get up and try to do it yourself Namjoon I’m serious the company will kill you if you get hurt again!” Jin scolds as Namjoon lets out a small huff.

“I’m okay Jin. I’m not that bad.” He reminds as Jin lets out a laugh.

“Sure Joon.” He says voice dripping with obvious sarcasm.

“I’m going to shower and I’ll be there in an hour to clean okay? If I find you off that couch cleaning there will be hell to pay.” He reminds as they both say their goodbyes and hang up the phone

Namjoon looks down at his cock, hard and leaking in his sweats and he lets out a weary sigh. He only had an hour until Jin came over, he only had god knows how long until you came over so Namjoon did what he had to do. He clumsily pushed down his sweatpants and jerked off his cock with his left hand trying his best not to think about you and the crush he has had on you for years.

---

By the time the soup was done and you had loaded it into your car the drive was the least of your worries.

You had changed your clothes at least three different times and tried your best to mix looking cute, but also not like you were trying too hard into one outfit.

You followed the GPS and took your time driving down the quiet streets towards Namjoon’s place.

By the time you arrived, you were even more nervous as you parked your car and blew out a shaky breath.

It was just Namjoon. He was kind, patient and charming. This was not a date. This was a friend dropping off soup for another friend. That was it.

The door opened as Jin came out to greet you and he grabbed the soup from the backseat as you gathered your purse and slung it over your shoulder.

Jin entered like he owned the place but you were more careful and shy as you slowly took off your shoes at the front door and headed inside, almost immediately soothed by the scent of Namjoon everywhere.

You found Jin in the kitchen placing the soup on the stove and turning it on to heat it and your eyes fell on Namjoon who was lounging on the couch scrolling his phone.

His hair was short and messy in an endearing kind of way and he was wearing a soft green sweater and sweatpants that made you swallow hard.

God, did this man have to look good in everything?

He finally looked up and his mouth curled into a smile as he greeted you, eyes crinkling and dimples poking out as he raised his good arm in a wave.

“Grab us bowls will you the soup is almost heated,” Jin asked as he stood in the kitchen stirring the soup with one hand on his hip.

“I-uh.” You stammered as you didn’t want to intrude and go through Namjoon’s stuff.

He shot you another smile.

“It’s okay you can put your coat anywhere and the bowls are in the cupboard on the left, near the sink. The spoons are in the drawer right under and Jin remember, she doesn’t practically live here like you do. She has manners.” Namjoon teases as you grin and get to work taking off your coat.

---

By the time the soup is ladled into bowls and Jin has told Namjoon for the third time to sit down and stop trying to help, you are more than ready to eat as Jin hands Namjoon a bowl and a stack of at least fifty napkins and sits on the couch next to him leaving you to sit in the armchair on the other side.

You don’t mind though as the armchair has a cozy throw blanket that you immediately throw on your lap and snuggle into.

You let the boys talk and get caught up as you eat. You are more than happy to just listen and not add much to the conversation as you find Namjoon’s place soothing and comfy, and you take your time looking around and letting their soft voices fade into the background.

Just as you all finish eating, Jin’s phone rings and he frowns when he sees the display.

Without a word he puts his now empty bowl on the coffee table and answers it, leaving the room and heading down the hallway to get some privacy.

“Any idea what that’s about?” Namjoon asks as you shake your head and try to strain your ears to listen in.

“Secret girlfriend?” You ask as Namjoon’s lip twitches and he shakes his head.

“Not that I know of.”

“Hmm.”

“What about you?” Namjoon asks as your eyes snap back to his and you can feel your cheeks heat up as you fiddle with the blanket.

“Are you asking if I have a secret girlfriend?” You tease playfully as Namjoon grins.

“A secret girlfriend, boyfriend, whoever. I don’t judge.” He says honestly as you hear footsteps coming and you both look up to see Jin hanging up the call and grabbing his coat from the kitchen table.

“Woah where are you off to in a rush?” Namjoon asks as Jin pockets his phone and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yoongi called me. He locked himself out of his studio. Again. And he tried the password so many times that now he needs the master key. I swear to god he’s as bad as you Namjoon.” Jin huffs as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his coat and zips it up.

“Um excuse me I have never locked myself out of the studio thank you,” Namjoon replies smartly as you stifle a small giggle.

“Yes, but you are sitting on the couch with a hurt ankle and wrist so…” His voice trails off as he shrugs.

“Listen I hate to do this but I have to help Yoongi so are you able to help Namjoon? Clean the kitchen for him and help him to bed?” Jin asks as your eyes bulge and Namjoon remains silent on the couch.

“I can take care of myself hyung,” Namjoon says in a small voice as you feel your cheeks heat up and images flash through your mind of Namjoon unable to do things such as brushing his teeth or changing into sleep clothes.

And if you have to help him with those things

Oh god.

“Namjoon please just accept our help. Her help. Sorry to do this to you but he’s our leader and we need him back as soon as possible. I’m tired of being in control of everything. Do what she says Joon. I’m serious. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

With that he gathers his things and leaves you both alone in the silence of Namjoon's house.

The air feels thick with tension and you swallow hard as you remember the last time you were with Namjoon.

He stares at you and you flush under his heated gaze as you quickly stand from the couch and gather the bowls and spoons bringing them to the kitchen to begin to clean.

---

Namjoon couldn’t believe his luck.

This was the first time in a very long time he was alone with you and that thought alone made his heart skip.

He watched as you moved around his kitchen with ease. No longer the nervous shy girl who was there before but now you acted as if you knew where everything was and you looked so at home in Namjoon’s kitchen that it made him think thoughts that he knew Jin would kill him for.

Like how nice it would be for him to come home after a long day and have you cook for him

How nice it would be to put his arm around you and pull you into his side.

How nice it would be to rip down your leggings and fuck you against the kitchen table.

Namjoon grits his teeth and tried to look anywhere else but your ass as you leaned down to look for take-out containers to store the leftover food in.

His cock was rapidly thickening and he cursed himself for not being able to jerk off earlier as he still felt clumsy and foreign using his left hand.

“Joon where are your containers?” You ask sweetly as Namjoon grabs a pillow to cover his aching hard-on and lets you know they are one cupboard over from where you were looking.

You hum to yourself as you clean the kitchen and Namjoon recognizes the song right away as a song by Seventeen.

Yes, he had kept a closer eye on them and their activities since that night Jin admitted your crush.

He felt protective of you that was all.

By the time the kitchen was clean Namjoon’s dick had softened and you grabbed for your coat.

“Wait where are you going?” He asked from the couch as he put his phone down and stared at you with a small pout he knew would make you melt.

“I-I mean I made you dinner, I cleaned, I-I thought Jin was kidding about the helping you into bed stuff?” You say as you shift from foot to foot.

“You cooked and cleaned for me and have been amazing. I’m not going to kick you out that would be rude. You can stay if you want. I don’t mind.” He says as you shoot him a nervous smile.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” You ask but he can tell you like the idea as you are already sliding off your coat and putting it back where you found it.

“You made me dinner. I owe you. Come sit we can hang out.”

You smile as Namjoon pats the couch next to him and you curl up as if it is the most natural thing in the world.

Once you both decide on a movie and you help Namjoon put it on because he is still clumsy with his left hand you throw a blanket over you both and Namjoon grins at you.

“You can move closer you know. I’m not going to bite.” He teases as you nod and slowly but carefully move closer to him.

Namjoon lets out a small laugh and takes control as he positions your body so you are leaning your head on his chest and his arm is around you.

“Mmm, that’s better.” He says as the movie starts and he hopes and prays you can’t feel how hard his heart is hammering under his sweater.

So many nights he dreamed of you being in this position. In his arms, cozy, comfortable and safe and now that he has it he prays it will never end.

---

Did Namjoon pick a movie that was long so he could have you in his arms longer?

Maybe.

By the time the movie is done, it is way past ten and when you check your phone your face crumples into a frown.

“What is it? What’s up?” Namjoon asks as you slip from his embrace and he misses your heat immediately.

You don’t answer him and instead make your way to the window where you pull the curtain and groan when you see the world has been covered in a thick layer of snow.

“When the hell did it start snowing?” Namjoon asks as he stretches his arms above his head and fumbles for his phone to check the weather.

“My app said it’s supposed to snow all night into tomorrow. Shit driving is going to be a nightmare I better start my car.” You announced as you fish in your purse for your keys.

“Spend the night here. You can’t drive in this.” Namjoon says as he watches as you pause and the cutest blush coats your cheeks.

God he loves when he flusters you.

“I-I mean making food for you is one thing but spending the night?” You stammer looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Come on it’s safer this way. I can’t have you driving in this and Jin would kill me if I did let you drive in this. I have spare rooms. Spend the night.” Namjoon almost pleads.

“Maybe I should call Jin to make sure it’s okay with him? I’m okay with it I just…. he’s my brother you know- I don’t want to- you know.” You say as you run a hand through your hair and still look all flustered.

God if Namjoon wasn’t hurt he would get off this couch right now and assure you it was more than okay by pinning you to the wall and kissing you,

“Call him and see what he says. I really don’t mind though.” He offers as you shoot him a small smile and leave down the hall to make the phone call.

Namjoon does his best to tidy things up while he waits for you to come back.

He hopes and prays that Jin comes to his senses and lets you stay.

Not that he controls you but Jin could be very protective of his sister sometimes and Namjoon gets that.

But that doesn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in his stomach when you come back and tell him that Jin liked the idea and was glad that you would be staying because you could take care of Namjoon and you wouldn’t be driving in this storm.

“Come on let me show you the bedroom. I’ll loan you some clothes too.” He says as he gingerly gets up from the couch and hobbles over to you, slightly limping.

“Oh god, should you be walking? Should we just sleep out here?” You ask panicked as Namjoon chuckles low in his throat.

“I can’t walk long distances but I can walk. Just don’t mind that I hobble like an old man.”

You crack a smile.

“Well come on old man show me my room.”

---

You stare at the clothes Namjoon picked out for you and you bite your lip.

He gifted you with one of his tee shirts that was plain white and would be so large on you that it would be a dress.

It was kind of him to also give you PJ bottoms but you knew they would never fit you anyway so you opted for just the top.

You peeked out the window to see the snow falling hard and fast and you gulped when you realized you would have to face Namjoon wearing only his shirt because you promised to meet him in his bathroom so he could give you a spare toothbrush.

You felt blush coat your cheeks as you recalled the phone conversation with Jin.

He told you that you MUST stay with Namjoon tonight because no way in hell would you be driving in an unexpected snowstorm.

He was spending the night in Yoongi’s studio because he got trapped there during the storm and didn’t feel comfortable driving.

“Well, I’m glad it’s Namjoon. He will take good care of you and keep you safe. He’s a good guy like that.”

Jin’s words echoed through your mind as you padded across the floor in your socks and slowly cracked open the door.

You made your way down the hall and saw Namjoon already standing at the sink in no shirt and workout shorts.

Well fuck.

His back was wide and perfectly muscled and you felt your throat go dry when his eyes found yours in the mirror.

The smirk on his face let you know he knew you were staring.

Well. Fuck.

“Thank you for the clothes. I didn’t bother with the pants I didn’t think they would fit.” You say softly as you enter the bathroom and stand next to him, already grabbing the spare toothbrush and trying your best not to stare too hard at his defined chest as you put toothpaste on the brush.

“Mm, no problem. You look good in my clothes.” He teases as you both get to work brushing your teeth and you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the handsome man next to you.

Once teeth were brushed and everything was put away you turn to Namjoon.

“Again thank you for letting me stay. I appreciate it Namjoon. I’m going to be honest I’m scared to drive in the snow so you saved me in more ways than one.” You admit with a shy smile.

“I’m always happy to help. As I said before you are ours. We take care of what is ours.”

You feel your stomach turn and your heart pound under his shirt as you stare up into his beautiful face.

Your eyes flick down to his lips and you wonder what it would be like to taste them. To push him against the bathroom sink and devour him.

“Goodnight.” He says softly as you snap out of your thoughts and nod at him before leaving the bathroom and heading back to your room.

Your heart is pounding.

Your body is thrumming with a need that cannot be ignored any longer.

You hop on the bed, slide under the covers and slide your hands between your legs.

---

Namjoon is hard

Achingly, embarrassingly hard

And the thing won’t fucking go away.

He’s been staring at the ceiling for the past hour trying to get his body to calm down, to go to sleep and to stop being so goddamn horny.

But his cock is hard and leaking and his balls ache and he lost count of how many times he let out a frustrated groan.

He thought about everything he could that would make his cock soften but it seemed tonight was the night his body was fighting back and he was still hard as a rock and frustrated as the night went on.

It didn’t help that he knew you were just down the hall, wearing nothing but his shirt which thank god you didn’t notice the instant boner he got just from you walking into the bathroom only wearing that.

Fuck you looked so good in his clothes.

It drove him insane.

Namjoon pushed off the covers as his body felt too hot, too wound tight and he shucked off his shorts for good measure letting his hard cock smack against his stomach.

He tried to jerk off with his right hand but the pain in his wrist was too much and after a minute or two he had to stop.

He thought about flipping over and humping the bed like a horny teenager but honestly, that would involve him propping himself up on his arms which he was unable to do because of his wrist.

God damn this was frustrating.

The wind howled outside and he craned his neck to see it was still snowing. He hoped it would be a massive snowstorm. Enough to leave you inside with him long enough for him to make a move, to do something, to say something.

Namjoon was about to give up and turn off the lamp so he could hump the mattress like a horny teenager when there was a knock at the door.

With his good hand, he pulled his shorts up and scrambled to cover himself with the blankets his cock twitching as he knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the door.

“C-Come in,” he called out as you slowly opened the door and stood there, hair messed, eyes wide and only wearing his shirt.

You were a vision.

“Sorry did I wake you?” You asked pulling his shirt down further as Namjoon sat up against his headboard and made sure to bunch the blankets so you couldn’t see the tent from his hard-on.

“Nah I couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded still standing at the door unmoving.

“What’s up? Jin didn’t ask you to check to see if I’m getting enough sleep did he?” Namjoon joked as you shot him a soft small smile and seemed to shake off some of your nerves.

You obviously came here for a reason and Namjoon hoped it was the same reason he was thinking.

“I couldn’t sleep either. Your house is beautiful Joon don’t get me wrong. But it’s also kind of spooky at night.”

“Want Koya to keep you safe?” He asks as he reaches beside him to hold up the giant Koya plush he received ages ago that now has a permanent spot on his bed.

You smile.

“I was thinking you could keep me safe. Nothing against Koya of course.”

Namjoon smiles and pats the bed beside him.

“Come here I’ll keep you safe.”

He gleefully watches as you close his door and slowly walk over to him. Up close he can see your nipples pebble through his shirt and he realizes you don’t sleep with a bra on.

His cock gives an interested twitch and he grimaces when he feels precum ooze over the head of his cock.

“Thanks, Joon. I’m sorry I’m not usually a baby like this. I just don’t like storms of any kind.” You admit as you slide under the covers.

“It’s okay I get that.” He says softly as you bury your face into his bare chest and he feels you wrap your bare legs around him.

This makes the whole thing so much better but also worse because now his cock is absolutely throbbing between his legs and all he can think about is fucking you.

You both lapse into silence as the storm rages outside. The wind is howling and the snow is falling and Namjoon holds you tight and stokes your hair and admires just how good you look in his arms.

“Namjoon?” Your voice comes out small and when he looks down you aren’t looking up at him, instead your eyes are locked on his cock which is achingly hard and clearly tenting the bedsheets.

“You’re hard.” You point out as Namjoon closes his eyes and feels his body heat up in embarrassment.

Fuck it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“I uh-please don’t think I’m a pervert or anything I just- it’s been awhile and with my wrist I can’t and- fuck I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.” He stammers closing his eyes tight.

“Let me take care of it.” You say after a solid minute of him rambling.

His eyes pop open, his cock twitches again and he stares at you with wide eyes and lips parted.

“Please Joon. You let me spend the night. You protected me from the storm it’s the least I can do.”

---

You wanted to laugh at the look on Namjoon’s face after you offered to take care of his obvious hard-on.

The poor guy looked like he had been hit on the head with the dazed look he was giving you.

“I’m sorry repeat that? I think I misheard you.” He says mouth still gaping open.

You don’t bother to repeat what you said, you know he heard you so instead you bring your hands down to the covers and stroke his hard cock, feeling the thickness and girth against your palm.

“Holy fuck.” Namjoon hisses as he scrunches his eyes up in pleasure and grips the sheets tight.

“Can I see you Joonie? I think I can do better without all these blankets.” You ask as his teeth bite into his lip and before you have a chance to remove the covers he grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss.

The second his lips meet yours you melt into his arms as he kisses you with such passion and heat that it makes your core throb as if you didn’t get off to the thought of him an hour ago.

His hand tangles into your bed head and he pulls you closer, kissing you as if he can’t get enough as if he had been holding back just as much as you have.

'“God I’ve wanted to do that forever.” he mutters against your mouth.

“Me too. Fuck Joon I want you so bad you have no idea.” You whine as you pepper kisses against his jawline and down his neck.

“Me too but I think you do have an idea how bad I want you.”

You giggled and slowly peeled off the blankets to expose his body to your eyes.

You took in his miles of golden skin and the way his stomach was tensing under your heated gaze. When your eyes fell onto his hard cock you nearly gasped as you saw it straining against the front of his gym shorts.

He was huge

“Holy fuck you are huge Joon.” You say taking your time to run a finger down the length of his cock which has him groaning and his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You c-can’t say shit like that to me I’m serious.” He warns as you slowly peel down his shorts so his cock is freed and smacks against his toned stomach.

“And why not? It’s a complement you know.” You coo as you bring your hand to circle his cock and give him long slow strokes as his thighs twitch and he bites into his lip hard.

“Listen on any other day I say sure go for it I’m all for dirty talk. But I haven’t been able to… not since…and it’s you are you’re hot… and I-”

You take your hand off his cock and a high whine leaves his lips as his eyes snap open and look at you.

“Why… Don’t. No. Don’t stop.” He cries out as he uses his left hand to grab your wrist to bring it back to his length.

“Use your words Joon or I won’t continue.” You say sitting back on your heels and taking in the wrecked man in front of you.

“God this is so embarrassing.” He replies ducking his head.

“I haven’t been able to... Since the accident and I’m really fucking horny right now and I’ve wanted you for ages and now you have your hand on my cock and your talking dirty to me and I don’t want to cum too early you know?”

You stare at him in silence so he continues to babble.

“Usually this isn’t a problem I promise but when it’s been over a week since…. you know…it becomes a problem.”

He finally stops babbling to stare at you with wide eyes and a blush that is now staining his cheeks.

“Joonie I don’t care how long you last. I want to make you feel good. That’s all. Let me take care of you.” You say softly as you once again circle his cock and give him slow careful strokes.

“Fuck that feels so- fuck.” He grits out as you continue to work him.

The ache between your legs is growing but you ignore it for now as you try your best to focus on him and his pleasure.

You decide to take it up a notch as you slowly lay down on the bed and begin to press hot kisses to the base of his cock making his eyes fly open and a strangled moan leave his lips.

You take your time kissing up his heated shaft and when you get to the top you deliver small licks to the head of his cock getting used to the taste of him before you swallow him down.

Namjoon is a mess above you. His good hand grabs at your hair to push it away from your face and the growls and moans he lets out are making you wetter than you had ever been as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to move up and down on his cock.

“Fuck I want-I want to- I have to- Fuck.” He cries out trying to pull you off of him before he cums down your throat.

You stop your movements and stare up at him through long lashes as you shake your head and Namjoon chokes out a groan.

“You’re going to? Holy fuck? You don’t have to-” He stutters as you grin and pop your wet mouth off the head of his cock.

“The least I can do is swallow all your cum like a good girl Joonie.” You say as you once again bob your head and suck his cock.

You hallow your cheeks once more and add more suction licking and sucking the head and using your hands to jerk the parts you can’t reach.

Namjoon’s muscles are tensing and by the high-pitched moans he is letting out you know he is close so you focus on fast licks against the precum-soaked head of his cock and Namjoon loses it.

He cries out your name as his long fingers tighten in your hair.

His cock twitches and throbs in your hand as he shoots his cum in your mouth and down your throat.

You can tell that he had been pent up for a while as he cums and cums and you have a hard time swallowing it all.

His cock gives one more weak throb and you pull off and stare up at him, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue with pride as his hand is over his heart and his eyes are dark and blown wide.

“Holy fucking shit.” He whimpers as you smirk at him and pull the blankets over you both, curling up once again against his chest and hearing his heart hammering under his bare skin.

“Holy fuck.” He says again as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead which makes a silly grin appear on your face and you snuggle deeper into his chest as his arms circle you.

“That was incredible. I think you sucked me stupid.” He says with a laugh as you press soft kisses to his pecs and his arms tighten around you.

The room grows quiet as his breathing steadies and you try to ignore the aching arousal between your legs as you stay in his arms.

“Can I return the favor?” He asks after a while, voice low and dangerous in your ear as you can’t help but shiver in his arms.

“It’s okay Joon. You don’t have to.” You say looking up at him and his cute dimpled smile.

“What if I want to?” He challenges.

“You can’t use your right wrist remember.” You tease as he looks down and his lips tug into a frown.

“Oh yeah.”

“Wow, I really did suck you silly huh?” You say with a laugh as you press a kiss to his collarbones.

“Besides I already did earlier.” You admit blushing as you duck your head and his eyes widen.

“Wait what? When?”

“After we brushed our teeth.”

Namjoon stares at you and you grin.

“Listen you were the one standing there half-naked looking like a Greek god while you brushed your teeth. What’s a girl to do?”

He leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

It was nothing like this kiss before and it makes you feel giddy and a little dopey as you kiss him back.

“Besides the fact, it is sexy as fuck that you touched yourself thinking about me, in my spare room, in my shirt there are other ways I can make you feel good.” He promises as goosebumps rise on your arms.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge.

“My mouth is still in working order.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

You stare up at him as arousal pools between your legs.

“Are you sure?” You ask voice barely above a whisper.

“Positive.” He confirms.

Just then, the storm picks up force and the power goes out blanketing you both in darkness.

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2tarbell · 10 months ago

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hiii been thinking about bfb w rafe tonight… sleepovers at sarah’s with kie (& omg bonus points if reader is in the pogue friend group i can never get enough pogue reader + rafe content) where he’s kinda perving on reader but she’s kinda into it (oh no she must’ve left her panties at sarah’s house!!! whatever is a girl to do sigh)… she’s all giggly n blushy n flirty n shit when she runs into rafe late at night while getting some water from the kitchen, making sarah and kie wonder what could possibly be taking her so long?

maybe they start texting, out of convenience obviously of course being his little sisters best friend and all, and then maybe it turns into sexting, until rafe can’t take it anymore and some sensually filthy smut happens🥰 you can decide the rest if you choose to write this but either way ty for listening to me horny ramblingxhxhjd

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SURE OF IT

warnings! best friends brother, pogue!reader, sweetheart!reader, maybe ditzy!reader, rafe is kinda chill? i guess?, mention of weed, reader and rafe are pervs, fingering, pinv smut, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, dom!rafe, slapping, choking, lmk if i missed anything :)

“—and rafe is somewhere upstairs— i know, but we can just ignore him—”

as if.

the beating of your heart picked up at the mention of the eldest cameron.

a small, wicked part of you hoped he would make an appearance. hoped he would taunt and tease you in that deep voice that haunted every single one of your wet dreams.

sarah and kie couldn’t know that, of course.

so you made a show of pursing your lips in distaste, sharing a look with kiara that you prayed didn’t say “i actually wanna fuck him”.

it wasn’t as if you had this crush on him outta nowhere.

no, your best friends brother wanted you just as much. you were sure of it.

as you walked further into the large home with sarah and kiara, you felt a pleasant nervousness settle in your tummy.

you stood straighter as soon as the three of you turned a corner and crossed paths with the man himself. your heart flipped and stomached tighten with arousal.

rafe stood there with his hands in his pockets, obviously not expecting to see any of you.

biting back your smile was hard as you looked up at him. his eyes were narrowed, brows drawn together that mirrored the small pout on his lips.

“the fuck kinda pogue convention is this—?”

“shut up and leave us alone,” sarah was quick to cut him off, moving past him with a shove of her shoulder against his. kiara smirked and pulled you along.

following after your friends like an obedient little puppy was second nature to you. but you stopped a few steps behind, dropping kiara’s hand casually.

you smiled as you looked over your shoulder at rafe. batting your eyelashes and and biting your glossy bottom lip.

“hi, rafey,” your voice was sugary sweet.

a singular brow raised, his gaze softening just so.

“uh— yeah, hi.”

you only giggled softly at his annoyed tone before skimping off to catch up with your girls once you heard kie call for you. missing the way his eyes lingered on your form, taking in the length of your legs and where they disappeared beneath your hand-me-down babydoll dress.

he almost choked when he saw the hem of your dress inch up just enough to catch a glimpse of the bottom of your ass cheeks.

rafe raked a hand through his hair and continued his way through the house, now an uncomfortable tightness in his khakis.

and if he hurried off to a bathroom to jerk off, that was nobodies business but his own.

you couldn’t sleep, no matter what you tried.

counting sheep like jj had taught you to one time, singing a song in your head, nothing was working.

you could only blame it on the dampness in your panties. the white lace stuck to your skin and caused you to shift around on the makeshift blanket bed uncomfortably.

since briefly seeing rafe earlier, your thoughts were caught up entirely in the interaction.

you played it back constantly and found yourself smiling and squeezing your thighs together anew.

thank god you had convinced the girls to let you sleep on the floor — you bit your lip as you slid off your shorts and panties. you balled up the lacey garment and stuffed it in the pocket of your sleep shorts once you had pulled them back up your legs.

you had a plan.

you tiptoed to the door, looking back once before you were gone down the hallway and steps. you saw light from under rafe’s door, and you smiled to yourself. before long, you found yourself in the kitchen.

maybe a glass of water would calm you down enough to sleep — where did they keep the glasses again?

cabinets opened and shut as quietly as you could manage, fearing waking anyone up, but making just enough noise.

just as you were beginning to run out of faith for water and your plan, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

you’ve never snapped your head around so quickly, it’s a surprise it didn’t just keep rolling and onto the floor.

“oh my god—!”

the squeak you let out caused rafe to smirk. he quickly gave your body a once over — heat rushing to his abdomen at the sight of your pebbled nipples peeking through the thin sleep shirt you wore.

one of your dainty hands clutched your chest, trying to will your heart to settle. a giggle bubbled up your throat.

“rafe! don’t scare me like that…”

he chuckled breathlessly. a sound that made your pulse quicken even more.

“what’re you snoopin’ around for, huh?” he mumbled, voice gravelly from being unused.

you looked cute — hair fluffed up and feet clad in stripped socks. cute in a way that made him wanna bend you over the counter and take you right there, middle of the night be damned.

“hmm? oh, jus’— wanted a drink…” you hum, turning and opening the cabinet.

“oh, so y’not just being nosey?”

“and what if i am?”

“i’d say you know better, sweetheart.”

his use of the pet name made you feel faint. you set the cup down next to you on the counter.

you weren’t a stranger to being called that. or anything like it.

the pogue boys often referred to you as such, patronizing in a way. but you never thought it could sound so good. never cared for it until now.

“it’s such a maze in here…” you changed the subject, leaning back against the counter. crossing your arms in a way that you knew made your breasts bulge.

you didn’t miss the quick glance down from rafe. or the harsh swallow.

“yeah? wouldn’t expect you to know anything ‘bout a house like this.”

he was teasing you. outrightly poking fun at the main difference between you both. kook and pogue.

you cocked your head at his words, batting your eyelashes, “c’mon, don’t be mean…”

he smiled and you felt hot all over.

desire completely flushed out any rage and embarrassment. you watched with bated breath as he adjusted his stance and tongued the inside of his cheek.

“did i lie?”

“… yes.”

he scoffed and leaned back against the counter opposite you. the mere feet between you both was charged with sparks.

the way he said your name in that playful, commanding tone had shivers going down your spine. his eyes freezing you in place.

“y’too pretty to be playin’ stupid like that.”

you bit your lip and smiled, “you think ‘m pretty?”

rafe bounced around for a response, trying to seem cool and collected.

suddenly you were all too aware of the stickiness between your thighs. all too aware of sarah and kiara sleeping upstairs. all too aware of the panties you stashed in your pocket.

you smirked and pushed off the counter.

“goodnight, rafe…”

he didn’t say anything as you walked off out of the kitchen, but you heard an intake of breath when you dropped the underwear out of your pocket.

you stopped in your tracks when you heard him choke out your name.

“hmm?”

sparkling eyes and a pretty smile made rafe forget all semblance of how to act.

after all, he was a selfish man.

“nothin’, uh— night, kid.”

too easy.

you hurried back up the stairs, looking over the banister and watching as he bent down and picked up your panties.

a moan threatened to slip past your lips when he brought them up to his face and smelled them.

needless to say, neither of you got any sleep that night.

rafe was losing his mind. he had to be.

what other explanation was there for him to have fisted his cock all night with your panties? painting his hand over and over and it still not feeling like enough.

he was embarrassed, yes, but he also wanted more. he wanted you.

it felt like divine intervention when he phone buzzed and your name popped up on his screen.

—

hiii

sent at 7:48 pm

—

he had been thinking about you all day, completely in his head.

anger and arousal fighting for dominance. it seemed arousal always came out on top.

—

What do you want

sent at 7:50 pm

—

rafe knew he was fucked when he actually felt bad for being short with you.

he scrolled back up through your previous messages. they were all innocent — you simply asking him to open the front door or even begging him to get you and the girls some weed.

he doesn’t know exactly when things changed, when you changed.

bzzz!

—

can u give me a ride :C sarah said she can’t

sent at 7:51 pm

Where you at

sent at 7:51 pm

—

yeah, rafe was thoroughly fucked.

but he really didn’t care anymore as he grabbed his keys off his nightstand and and shoved his feet into some shoes.

he couldn’t stand it anymore. and as he pulled out of the driveway, he knew something had to give.

“you’re a lifesaver, rafey.”

he only hummed in response, putting his truck in reverse and driving out of your quaint little workplaces parking lot.

some dumb pogue flower shop. rafe really didn’t give a shit if he was honest.

he stole glances at you in his passenger seat, looking so perfect and pretty. like you belonged there, belonged next to him.

he could feel himself start to grow hard in his pants when you crossed one leg over the other. the plush of your thighs looking oh-so inviting.

you smiled at him, and rafe rolled his eyes, looking back at the road ahead.

“what?”

“hmm? i can’t look at you?” you teased.

the scoff he let out made you wanna laugh, so you did. a sweet sound that often drove him insane.

and looked at him you did. eyes taking in every inch of exposed bicep that was peeking out from his polo. his skin was tanned from the summer sun and you found yourself wondering what it would look like with your lipstick all over it.

he grit his teeth, setting his jaw.

“y’know i— you’re not— you’re not slick,” the words fell from his mouth in a grumble.

“what—?”

you felt a rush of adrenaline when he pulled the familiar white lace out of his pocket and threw it onto your lap.

before you could question further, rafe pulled the truck to the side of the road. it was hidden between two trees, the setting sun helping to conceal it.

“y’think this shit is funny?” his voice was rough and you were unsure if the question was rhetorical. you stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

it was tense and you couldn’t move. just stared at him blankly.

“i didn’t think that—“

“nah, you didn’t think, did you?”

“i’m— i—“

you didn’t know what to say or do. the last thing you expected was to be scolded by him. confronted by your own actions. but you couldn’t suppress the wave of need that surged through you.

“you— you want me? you want this?” he mumbled, eyes flickering between yours.

the question made you flush again. never in a million years did you think it would end up like this. that you would actually have him. your answer felt obvious.

“mhm.”

“words.” his command made you melt.

“yeah, yes, please,” you breathed and watched as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

rafe grasped your jaw and pushed his thumb into your mouth, feeling the warm muscle of your tongue wet against his skin. you responded eagerly, sucking on the digit.

“a’ight. then get in the fucking back.”

you registered to click of your own seatbelt and blinked as he reached past you and pushed open the door.

his thumb left your mouth with a pop and he pushed your face away, that mean way that you had always dreamt about. you had half a mind to do anything but what he told you to.

before you knew it, you were on your back and sprawled in the backseat with rafe on top of you. his hand shoved up your skirt, knuckle tortuously rubbing up and down against your panty clad clit.

you were a mess already.

rafe spent at least ten minutes grumbling about how much of a tease you were. detailing every time he just wanted to grab you and fuck you senseless. he made fun of you, of your slickness and delicate (although cheap) panties that were damp by your arousal.

he mocked you as you whined, but let you press pink lips up his arm. the kiss marks looking just as delicious as you thought.

despite the dirty talk and his hand now around your throat, he had yet to kiss you. you watched his mouth form words but you could hardly hear anymore, desperate for more. for anything he would give you.

“hey, hey, ‘m talkin’ to you. dumb fucking girl—“

his palm lightly connected with your cheek, the slight sting bringing a dazed smile to your lips.

rafe chuckled at the already fucked out expression on your face. he’d hardly done anything yet and you were already melted beneath him.

too fucking easy.

his voiced cooed lowly, squeezing your throat tighter, “c’mon, sweetheart. focus, yeah? can you do that f’me?”

you were nodding before he even finished speaking, hips rolling up against his hand as he pushed your panties to the side.

“kiss me? need it, please— need you, rafe—“

the harsh slap against your weeping cunt makes your eyes flutter and a gasping moan is drawn from your lips. you watch with an agape mouth as rafe leans down closer, lips just inches from yours.

“s’not my name, is it?” he tuts.

no fucking way.

you’re breathing heavily against his lips. chest heaving and hands grasping at the front of his shirt.

you knew what he wanted you to say. and you wanted it just as bad.

“daddy, daddy, please—“

that soft plea was all it took for him to lean in and close the gap between you. he devoured your mouth eagerly, parting your lips with his own.

you welcomed his tongue into your mouth, feeling it twist and swirl around yours. you did your best to keep up, but his fingers had started to rub circles against your clit. you were completely gone when he slid a finger in.

“y’got such a needy little pussy, huh? sucking my finger so tight—“

the way he mumbled against your lips would haunt you. he began curling his finger inside of you, searching for that spongey patch that would cause you to see stars.

once he found it, you couldn’t focus on kissing him back anymore. you sat open mouthed, soft sighs and bucking hips spurring him on.

“there it is— gooood girl. c’mon, gimme one and i’ll fuck you like you need,” he rasped out, sliding in a second finger.

the want you felt was unlike anything else. it didn’t take long to have you writhing helplessly beneath him. a half hearted warning of your impending release only making him devilishly smile.

you were brainless by the time he removed his hand and brought glistening fingers to your lips. it was second nature to let your mouth fall open and suckle his large fingers.

the trance only ended when you heard the clinking buckle of his belt. rafe pushed your knees against your chest, not before pulling the neckline of your tank top down to let your tits spill out. (“perfect fuckin’ tits. knew they’d be so gorgeous…”)

your hands pushed up his shirt, needing to see his toned chest. rafe pulled it over his head with one hand, the action alone could’ve made you cum again.

“gonna be a good girl and take it all?”

his words were emphasized by the head of his cock slotting between your folds. the sensation of his tip bumping against your swollen clit making you flinch.

he didn’t move until you spoke, words coming out rushed and slurred from arousal, “mhm, yeah, yeah—“

feeling him push into you made you see stars. he held your gaze and you watched as his brow furrowed in concentration, his mouth dropping into a low moan. he was so unfairly attractive.

once he bottomed out, you knew he ruined your pussy for anyone else. never had you felt so full. every vein and ridge of his dick suctioned by your gummy walls.

“nnngghh— ohmygod—“ you gasped out, feeling unable to breath as he spilt you in half.

rafe was unbelievably deep. his hips pressed right up against yours. he was watching as he disappeared into you, glazed over eyes as you arched your back off the seats.

his voice was strained, “s’pretty like this. taking me so well.”

you couldn’t make coherent sentences, you felt felt him everywhere. the way he had your knees pressed against your chest allowed him to slide in and out somehow deeper each time.

“i can’t— can’t— nnnngghhh—“ the sounds you were making sounded like sobs.

“yeah— yes, you can, baby. doing so well, letting me ruin this pretty cunt…”

rafe reached a hand down and pressed on your lower stomach. the pressure allowed for more stimulation of your g-spot but also allowed him to feel his cock thrusting in and out.

he took your hand and placed it, holding it against your abdomen with his. you choked at the feeling.

“feel that? that’s me. that’s daddy fuckin’ you stupid, yeah?”

“jesus fucking christ—“

rafe breathed out a laugh at your curse. you were becoming less and less coherent as he fucked you, your eyes threatening to roll back when his thumb found your clit again.

he slapped you again, urging your eyes back on him. “nuh-uh, look at me, kid, there ya go—“

tears flooded down your cheeks as his hips slapped against yours with more fervor. it was too much, your body was aching for release.

he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. the warmth of his mouth made you start rocking your hips to meet his. rafe groaned and increased his pace, the sticky wet sounds filling the truck.

it was sloppy and messy, you were almost embarrassed at how wet you were. rafe didn’t care though, not when he was finally claiming the girl he’s wanted for so long.

“mmf— y’gonna cum on this cock? gimme that shit, c’mon—“

you didn’t need another invitation. you were creaming on his pulsing length in seconds, hot white blinding your vision and a pleasant fuzziness blocking out your senses.

the warmth of his release made you shudder as he shallowly fucked into you with low groans that curled up into whines. his own orgasm made his rhythm stutter. he collapsed onto you in a sweaty heap.

neither of you spoke for a few moments, caught up in an intimate quiet that seemed so fragile. rafe littered kisses across your neck and collarbone. his touch soft in a way you’d never expect. you scratched his scalp with your painted nails, feeling a rush of affection when he practically purred.

finally you whispered, “are you… mad at me?”

his head snapped up, questioning and lingering lust clouding his blue eyes. he brought a hand up and brushed hair away from your face.

“no, ‘m not mad. never was…” he mumbled hoarsely.

the relief was visible in your tired features. rafe felt a pang of something in his chest… guilt? longing?

“do you… i mean… what just happened?” you asked dumbly, feeling the weight of confusion settling in your bones.

he shushed you, pressing his lips to yours so tenderly, it felt unreal. a stark contrast to the heated encounter you two just shared.

“lemme… take you out?”

the question felt foreign on his lips, a soft tone he never really used.

but your smile was radiant.

rafe felt stupid for not asking sooner if it meant he got to see that reaction. you nuzzled his nose with yours gently.

he huffed, feeling himself grow mushy under your adoring gaze. you just giggled in that precious way that made him feel weak. nodding eagerly and wrapping your arms around his neck.

your best friends brother was the one for you. you were sure of it.

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sramoonlight · 2 months ago

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Part of me

What if Damian Wayne had a sister?

Content you’ll see here: Batsis, batfamily, reader

English is not my first language! Please be patient.

Even if they prepared a room for you, you couldn’t accept it and neither did Damian, preparing a little bed next to Damian’s you listened to all your brother could say even if was trivial

— So, Robin? — you asked looking at him as you raised an eyebrow, Damian rolled his eyes before he layes on his stomach

— What’s so weird about it? — he seemed to not like the tone you used for that question and you couldn’t but chuckle at the image

You thought, looking at the room, it was quite big for him but you knew it wasn’t enough, not when you two are used to sharing rooms

— Mother told us that Robin was some type of boy wonder — and you lay down looking at him, for some people that would look weird, the Damian Wayne acting like a kid of his age

But for you, he was just your brother who don’t has any sense of humor

— That was a Grayson thing, and Robin can be everything — he seemed offended by the way you say it and it makes you smile

— I don’t think father would be happy knowing that I know your secret identity — your hands pressed on your stomach as you keep looking at him before he rested his head on his palm

That boy had the heavy eyes that your father has but for you it was the vivid image of your mother

— You can’t lie to your reflection, do you? —

The way he said it made you think, his tone didnt changed always talking in a serious one but you knew, you knew how much it meant for him

After all, you were the one who said that to him when you were little

Your reflection on the mirror even if there was no mirror

— Are you going to be a vigilante? — He asked, and that snapped you out of your thoughts even if it makes you go back there to get the answer

It was weird, you could feel the expectation on his words like if he needed to hear an answer and that doesn’t look like your brother

He was sure someone who would be direct on his questions, never too shy or too bold, just direct about what he wanted to hear

That’s the worst part, let’s think about it, Damian wasn’t a member of the league of assassins anymore but you were, that feels weird, thinking back about the incident, you left the country a week before Damian was sent to you father

Was it a sign? That you only can be part of the league? That question seemed so weird but still so necessary

— I don’t know brother, I don’t have a date to leave — and you turned to him, using your hands as a pillow

You had a moment to think before opening your mouth again

— Do you want me to? —

You woke up the next morning, 6 am exactly as you looked beside you, Damian was still sleeping and that made you wonder if he changed his schedule

Putting that thought aside you got up walking to the kitchen of the manor, your first day and you already knew where it was.

As you used to do in your mornings on London you prepared the coffee maker instantly placing a cup beside one you borrowed, for Damian

— Coffee is bad for someone your age — the voice made you jump on your place before facing him, that guy, Jason Todd looked at you from the door frame

Was that a helmet on his hands?

— Where are you going? — you asked as he walked to your side taking a cup and placing it beside the other two

— I gotta leave this place before B asks me to eat breakfast — you brushed the tiredness out of your face before looking up and him

Damn, he is tall.

— Is that for the little demon? — he asked you pointing at the cup — Is it a twin thing? How could you know which one is his favorite? —

With a smile you served the coffee now on the three cups before adding sugar to yours, and without letting Jason notice, you did to Damian’s too

— I just know when he use something — not that you were some kind of freak, but once you start watching Damian you can notice a few things he does

And one of those, was that he does not let the spoon get to the bottom of any cup, so no mark is left behind.

The man beside you drank the coffee in a hurry almost surprising you, how could he not get burned?

— You can let me know that later kid, welcome to the manor — he ruffled your hair before running to the door.

A quiet steps could be heard from the halls and the same butler from yesterday looked at you

— Master (reader)? — you took the two cups before walking past him nodding as a greeting, you went upstairs quick trying to not find any other family member.

Let’s think about it again, you know Jason, well not know know because you only shared a few words with him so it is normal that he just don’t know much about it, and that makes you go to the other question, why do they want you here? You can’t find an answer, if you ask Damian he would answer with another question and that makes you mad but you can let your guard down

They may be Damian’s family but for you they’re strangers.

— (reader)? — Damian asked getting up as you entered the room, you sat down at his side giving him the cup

— Don’t worry, I didn’t put any milk on it —

You looked at the cup thinking about it, too many things moved inside of you head as you tried to put them in order, first, why was it so easy to convince your mother? You know she’s the type of person who needs at least three days to take a decision but once you told her about what you wanted to do.. she just said yes, you didn’t question that but it feels so out of her.

But now, you haven’t talked with your father since you arrived, well, you would if Damian hadn’t took you upstairs to talk and even if it was disrespectful you couldn’t say no to him

Again, why do they want from you?

— You’re overthinking — just two words (or three?) that made you come back to reality, Damian’s cup was almost empty but yours was still full.

You didn’t notice when you started to drown on your thoughts

— Im sorry I just- I can’t put a finger on it — you sighed, taking a big sip and you couldn’t feel it extremely hot, a hit that you were out for too long

— if you keep thinking you won’t see the answer — Damian copied your actions drinking all was left before getting up, his hand brushed against his hair trying to get it fix.

Once again, you sighed trying to finish your coffee, it felt so weird to not be at your London apartment

— Let’s go downstairs, I don’t want Grayson here —

With that, you chunked all was left following him, the manor was starting to get noisy as you could hear the butler cooking some breakfast

The middle child, Tim drake walked through the halls and you can notice how messy is his hair, before you could judge him you can see how one of his hands is covered with a glove

So that means he’s a vigilante too, interesting.

Damian walked to the dinner room where you could see Bruce looking at some papers, your eyes traveled to his eyes noticing the heavy bags below them, didnt he get any sleep?

Ah, of course, he was the Batman, another weird thing, why didn’t he asked Damian to patrol last night?

— Good morning father — Damian said as he sat down next to him, you had to cleared your throat before talking

— Good.. morning father — that tittle rolled so weird on your tongue, you were used to saying it with a grand before it.

Grandfather, you do quite miss it though

— Good morning to you two, how did you sleep? — the man didnt stop reading and you looked surprised of that, still, you brush it off before talking again

— Quite nice father, it is a relief to sleep next to my brother again — you tried to do a conversation but before you could say anything

That eyes lifted from the work looking at you, did you do something wrong? You analyzed your words again trying to find something out of the page but there was nothing

Then, you looked a Damian who seemed bored at the trivial conversation, was it something your father only had seen?

— Good morning B, little demon — Dick Grayson, the man from the night before walked in and he ruffled your hair — Good morning to you too, little bird —

A weird feeling found his way on your heart as you tried to fix back your hair, you know your guard is up but why couldn’t you react at that?

Still, it didnt felt like an attack.

— I was thinking, what about if we go to a trip together, to take all the time we didnt met —

Your eyes moved to where his arm was, he grabbed your chair but he didn’t seem to be moving it any time soon, just like if he wanted to be close but not knowing how to approach

— Uhm, I guess that’s okay —

The man seemed to be happy about if ruffling your hair once again, and now you looked at Damian wanting to see a reaction from him but he was looking across the room like he didn’t care or like he didn’t see anything weird about it.

— So, I heard that you were in London, was it fun? — The short chat made you jumped as you tried to keep it up.

— Uh, it was fine it was just for a mission — a mission that lasted five years, well, you can say it wasn’t just a mission

You felt like overthinking again so you brought your hands above the table trying to find an anchor back to earth.

— Ow, so you didn’t have any fun there? — Dick walked to the other side of the table sitting in front of you as he keep talking

It was so weird, he keep seeing you even if he was moving

— I guess I didn’t, but I kept my communication with Damian —

You brought your siblings name to the conversation, maybe that could make him stop asking about how you were back there, it looks like he wants to take any information from you. Sighing you look at the way the butler comes with the breakfast and you do a note in your head to help him clean the dishes before you go.

The manor went silence again, Damian was doing some school work, Dick went out for something you didnt heard, Tim is probably sleeping and Bruce… you don’t know where he is, but that leads you the perfect moment where you can find your thoughts about what is going to happen

Of course, being a twin represented that you were raised to be a successor for the league but, unlike Damian you weren’t raised for being something now that you think about it, your whole existence was a mistake, not that you cared, you’re alive now and no one would change that

That makes you wonder, if your mother left you go without fighting back, does that mean that your work was over? But, what work were you performing?

You see back at your passed actions, doing minor jobs like getting rid off of noisy politicians, none of them seemed like a job a high level person would do

What was your purpose now?

— You’re overthinking — You looked up at the person who was talking to you, ready to say a sassy comment to Damian but there was your father, a book on his hand as he hit you with it softly.

You didn’t notice when he get on you behind, that was a consequence of overthinking and you felt like it was a mistake to be sorry about but, his eyes were as kind as they were this morning.

— Whatever is in your mind, don’t let it affect you — the man with kind eyes and still heavy ones, only a few words from him were enough to lighten your heart.

You still can’t put a finger on why he’s too kind, you just met him a few hours ago and still he treats you like he met you all his life, you don’t know why your chest feels so warm.

— You’re my daughter too, so whatever makes you worry, it hurts me too — The man sat down beside you opening the book, you knew the conversation came to an end so you didn’t tried to answer

Was this how it feels to have a father?

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Awkward Situation - Paul Lahote

Paul x reader!Fem!Swan

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,541

Requested: Twilight imagine the part in New Moon where Bella slaps Paul and her little sister is their w/her Paul imprints on the reader and jacob isn’t happy about it and stuff like that. - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed writing this I tried to make it different from what I’ve read before. Thank you for requesting! Sorry it took awhile to post my queue has been FULL lol

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“Bella, maybe Jake just wants to be alone- or maybe some guy time.” Y/n suggested it to her slightly older sister. Bella and Y/n were hardly even a year apart in age but that didn’t stop Y/n from occasionally getting treated like a baby compared to Bella.

Y/n knew Jake and Bella had been spending a lot of time together recently and it seemed to be good for her sister after the Cullens left. But Jake had become sick or at least that's what he and Billy had been telling Bella. Y/n wanted to just leave it, he’d come back on his own either way. But her sister, no Bella , needed answers now and she wasn't going to wait to get them on Jacobs time.

Bella shook her head with a tight expression on her face. “No, Y/n. Something's up. Somethings wrong I can feel it.”

“Bella, we’ve both known Jake practically our whole lives maybe he’s just-” Y/n shook her head lifting her hand in q wave motion before dropping it down to her lap. “I don’t know, going through puberty?”

“His dad keeps saying he has mono but it’s been almost 2 weeks and he won’t even answer texts. Let alone calls.” Bella explained further as she pulled into the Black’s driveway.

“Maybe he’s still sick.” Y/n tried one last time as Bella put the car in park.

“Well, we're going to find out.” Bella stated before she got out of the car.

Y/n unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car to chase her sister muttering to herself. “This isn’t gonna go well.”

Bella knocked on the door and shortly after Billy opened the door. Bella had told the man in the wheelchair that she needed to see Jake, but all she got was that he wasn’t there. Next thing Y/n knew her sister had welcomed herself into the home practically going right over Billy.

“Bella.” Billy called after her but it was too late and Bella wasn’t listening anyways.

“I’m sorry, Billy.” Y/n said apologizing for her sister's actions.

Billy let out a sigh and sent a tired smile to the younger Swan. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n.”

It wasn’t even a few minutes later that Bella stormed out of the house and Y/n followed yelling after her. “Bella!”

“Hey!” Bella shouted and shoved one of the shirtless males Y/n somewhat recognized. “What did you do to him?!”

That's all Y/n could really hear from so far back. So she shouted out to her sister again, hoping to defuse the situation if she couldn’t just get her to leave. “Bella!”

“Y/n wha-” Jake spoke out suddenly standing beside the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She dragged me here with her.” That's all Y/n had to say for Jake to understand what was happening. Charlie got Y/n in the devoirce so Y/n and Jake grew up together their whole lives as siblings in Forks. They could understand what the other was saying with just a look.

Jake nodded before looking back at the scene and then pointed “And that?”

“She slapped that Paul guy.” Y/n told him and that changed his demeanor.

“Crap. Y/n, stay back.” Jake said as he noticed Paul shaking.

Y/n wondered why but then she made eye contact with the Paul guy her sister was taking her anger out on. It was as if time showed for a minute. All the members of the pack put it together, and that's when Jacob flipped and inevitably so did Paul.

Seeing them turn into giant wolves Y/n ran to her sister. “Bella, you okay?” Her attention was drawn back to the wolves fighting not far from everyone. “Woah. Now that's cool.”

“Really, Y/n?” Bella asked, turning her head to face her sister in disbelief at how her sister wasn’t scared.

“What?” Y/n shrugged. In her opinion that was cool. Way cooler than Vampire super speed, the eyes, and sparkling under the sunlight someone dumped a 1,000 pounds of glitter on you. The Paul guy and Jake turned into Wolves! And not just wolves, Giant wolves. That's impressive.

“What just happened?” Bella asked Sam Uley she believed his name was. All the while Y/n was confused as to the looks she was getting from the others, a few she had grown up with just like Jake.

“Paul imprinted.” Sam stated looking at Bella. Then Jacob came out of the woods still looking pissed off.

“On Y/n.” Jake grumbled, clearly pissed off at the new found fact.

“Take her back to Emily’s. Bella too.” Sam told Jacob which resulted in a very loud scoff from the younger male. “That's an order Jacob. Embry go with them.”

“Hey, Em.” Y/n nodded to Embry. They have been friends for years. It brought comfort to Y/n, knowing someone else. Someone that wasn’t pissed that would be in the car with her, her sister, and Jake.

“Hey, Y/n/n.” Embry smiled. He had missed seeing her around since he phased.

“Why is Jake so pissed?” Y/n asked Embry hoping he could fill her in on what's going on exactly.

Embry sighed before explaining. “Him and Paul don’t get along, and he’s protective of you. As he should be, you're like brother and sister.”

“Why would he be protective over me when it comes to Paul? I’ve never met Paul before.” Y/n squinted with a furrowed expression as she questioned Embry confused.

“Paul should be the one to explain it to you. It’s not my place, or anyone else's in the pack.” Embry felt bad for Y/n. She had no idea what was going on and it very much involved her. But like he said it wasn’t his place to explain any of this to her.

Y/n nodded in understanding, kind of. But maybe he could explain something else to her. “Can you explain the pack part to me then?”

Embry nodded with a smile stretching across his lips. “Yes, I can do that.”

It wasn’t a long drive but long enough for Embry to explain about the pack to Y/n.

“Who’s place is this again?” Y/n heard Bella ask and she listened for Jake’s answer.

“Emily and Sam’s.” Jake answered as he got out of the truck.

Jake and Embry helped Y/n off of the truck bed. With a quiet thank you from Y/n they all headed inside. The only ones that weren’t there was Sam and Paul. But it didn’t take long for them to join in on the group.

“Can I talk to you? Outside. Alone.” Paul asked nervously looking softly at Y/n, to let her know she could reject his request if she wanted to. Y/n nodded ‘yes’ getting up to follow him.

“Over my dead body.” Jake growled, glaring with his eyes set on burning holes into Paul.

“Jake.” Sam said his name firmly. Making Jake stand down. For now.

“Come on.” Paul nodded his head towards outside Y/n nodded as well and followed him outside the small nice home.

They walked into the woods for awhile, Y/n assumed long enough to be far away enough so the rest of the pack couldn’t hear their conversation. “So, I assume that they explained the whole pack thing to you?”

“Embry did, yeah. But not the imprint part?” Y/n spoke with a unsure tone, hoping she got the word right. Paul nodded with a twitch of his lips. “Not the imprint part. What is that by the way?”

“Guess I should explain that part then.” Paul smiled, hearing her just say the word of what she is to him. That made him feel warm on the inside, which was a new feeling for him. He did like it though.

“Embry said it was only your place to tell me what it is.” Y/n looked to the still shirtless male with curiosity. What did it mean? What did it have to do with her? And why did Paul have to be the one to explain it?

“I have a spot I’d like to take you, and I’ll explain on the way.” Paul suggested there was a place he wanted to show her that only he knew about. Great view that he never that he never showed anyone.

“Ok” Y/n knew she was being way trusting with this stranger. But he felt trustworthy. She didn’t know why but he does.

Paul stopped them for a second in their tracks. He really needed to know something and it was bothering him that he didn’t. “I do have a question before we get too far that I should know that I do not.”

Y/n let out an amused breath before asking. “And what's that?”

“Your name.” Paul smirked

Y/n nodded with a smile. “Y/n. Y/n Swan.”

“Well, Y/n Swan. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Paul’s smirk fell into a smile. He always teased the others who already had their imprints about how whipped they were, but now he was starting to understand.

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