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strawberryfairi · 9 months ago

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 2.8k💠 Released March 15, 2024

NOTE: It's been too long since I've posted another chapter but hopefully I'm fully out of my (ridiculously long💀) writers block! Ngl, this chap kinda ass fr but the next chapter will be longer/better for sure! Thank you all for bearing with me🧚🏾‍♀️💜

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CHAPTER 7; MORE THAN FRIENDS MOMENTS

Your hands trembled a little as they clutched your gold chain, eyes wide and filled with anxiousness.

You had barely even walked five feet, keeping your movements slow and reaching out occasionally to brush your fingers along the wall, making sure you weren't going to bump into anything and hurt yourself. You kept your breathing steady, picking up the pace as to reach the end of the corridor. The end had another fork, but this time there was also an option to go straight. If you go to the right, you thought maybe you'd be able to go around and find everyone. But if you were wrong...

"If things don't go right, go left, but if things ain't goin' left, keep on straight." You whispered to yourself. Heading towards the door that led straight you were now in a lit room, filled with low green colored lights. This room looked a mess, hospital beds lazily placed all over, some against the wall and some in the middle of the room completely flipped on their sides. Sheets were hanging off some of them or nailed against the wall as well. Paperwork like birth certificates littered the floor, and the sound of squeaking rats filled the silence. Randomly, there was a couch, with someone sitting on it. Their head was thrown back lazily, eyes wide open, in a hospital patient outfit. You let out a little noise of shock, jumping back a bit. Your eyes stayed fixed on the patient, not bothering to move until you felt like it was safe.

Suddenly, the patient smacked his hands against the couch, creating a loud sound that made your heart lose its rhythm. You yelped, slapping a hand over your mouth. The patient must have been toying with you as that's all he did...or so you thought.

You needed to get through so you just scurried by quickly, squealing and yelping the whole way past him.

"WAIT!" He hollered, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

"Ah!" You screamed loudly, breaking out into a full out sprint. He chased after you, yelling out that you needed to come with him. You panted, still hearing the sound of his shoes beating against the cement floor. Running into a short hallway you then turned to the right, continuing to run until you were out of breath. You didn't even know if he was still chasing you or not, the ambient sounds were booming in this room you entered. It was flashing bright white lights, highly disorienting as all you wanted was to just catch your breath for a second. Some metal clanging sounds startled you, making you book it out of there like a fearful deer in headlights. The next room was pitch black aside from the extremely low red lights on a desk near the far end of the room, another disorienting contrast from the wildly flashing lights room you were previously in.

Suddenly, as you were running, someone appeared what felt like out of nowhere from in front of you, grabbing your waist and forcing you backwards with their movements. You didn't even hear them coming! "AAH-mmm!" Your scream was abruptly silenced with a hand over your mouth. The actors weren't allowed to touch anyone so what the fuck is going on?! Your eyes widened, the sound of someone yelling and running into this dark room from the direction you would have been going made your heart pound harder. The fact that you haven't had a heart attack yet was mind boggling. You reached up, wrapping both hands around the wrist of whoever had a hold on you.

"It's me, it's me, it's me!" Kazutora whispered by your right ear, pressing you against a cold, smooth wall. It felt like a five hundred pound weight was lifted off of you. Now that he was close enough you could see his silhouette, along with faint details of his face and earring. You relaxed instantly, both of you staying quiet as the actor ran out of the room. His hand retracted hesitantly, pulling away from you cautiously.

"AAAAAAHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Muffled maniacal laughter gradually became louder. A couple had ran into the dark room you both were in, being chased by that same actor that seemed to have been chasing Kazutora. His hand went right back over your mouth, keeping you quiet while the other used the wall for support. Instinctually, you gripped onto his jacket tightly, pulling him closer until you both were practically one person. The couple flew out of the room like bats straight outta hell, screaming their heads off.

The couple was finally out of the room, but the actor sounded like he was pacing back and forth in character, banging his fists against desks and the wall opposite from you both to make loud, startling noises. Your eyes were wide, trying with everything you had to get even a slightly clear glimpse of your surroundings. The only real assurance of Kazutora's presence was the hand over your mouth and feeling his body pressed closely against you. You two stayed still like statues, trying to keep your breathing as steady and quiet as possible. Once the actor had left the room, you let out a shaky sigh through your nose.

Thank God....

The two of you slowly relaxed, his forehead resting on the space between your neck and shoulder as he let his other hand lazily slide down and find a home by your upper arm. "That felt real didn't it?" He whispered with a small, breathy chuckle. You nodded shortly in response, still shook about everything that just took place.

And just then, it seemed at the same time it finally dawned on the two of you the kind of position you both were in.

This proximity...it's the closest you two have ever been...and the hand placements...

In that moment, Kazutora lifted his head, slowly as to not startle you, his hair tickling your neck. He felt like everything was moving in slow motion except for his pounding heartbeat. Surely it was from all that running he'd just did trying to find you, right? You kept your head down towards his chest, knowing if you looked up at him your nose would practically be touching his chin. He moved like he wasn't even conscious of what he was doing, his hand still resting on your upper arm hesitantly dragging its way to the space where your neck meets your jaw. Excitement coursed all throughout his veins as he lifted your head to meet his eyes. You looked up at him, eyes all sparkly and innocent, your grip on his jacket loosening little by little.

Why are you so damn cute?

There was no way you didn't know what you were doing. How could you not know? You do this to him all the time! You never have to really say or do much to make him feel like he can't breathe, can't control himself. One simple look his way and he's falling apart at the seams.

Then, right in that moment, you went and did something dangerous. Kazutora's eyes locked onto your lips, watching as your tongue swiped temptingly against your thinly glossed bottom lip. In his eyes, it was one of the most sensual things he'd ever witnessed so far in his life, and he concludes he'd do anything for a taste of your lips right now. His hand against the wall gently landed at your waist, then hesitantly snaked around you. It gave you the slightest bit of courage to lean forward towards him, just a little.

The small movement didn't go unnoticed by him though. Feeling motivated by your subtle advance, he also made a small effort to close the gap. Your lips brushed against his faintly, the gesture unintentionally teasing him. Both of you breathed heavily, chests rising and falling visibly as your eyelids fluttered closed. He wondered if you were feeling exactly what he feels right now. It was more like he needed you to feel the same way, he couldn't possibly go through these emotions alone. This weird nervous, anxious kind of excitement...and all the damn questions he couldn't bare to ask you.

Did you want his touch in the same way he wanted yours? Did you like the way he held you close like this? Did you really want to kiss? How much did you want to kiss him? Would he scare you away if he asked those things out loud? Damn, he couldn't take it anymore!

Finally, he pressed his lips against yours firmly yet gently. His mind went completely blank, rapidly being filled to the brim with a blissful fog. Your lips were even better than he imagined, they're so soft, and warm. The kiss deepened naturally, your hands finally letting go of his jacket to slowly wrap around his neck, while his hand on your cheek moved down to snake around your waist like the other, practically hugging you.

Your touch sent tingly shivers all down his spine, yet his whole body was burning hot. He could stay like this forever and be completely content without anything else. You were addictive, with those pretty, fully plump lips. The kiss was slow yet intense, your lips moving against each others with a kind of passion neither of you have the guts to acknowledge with words is there.

Then suddenly, the realization of where the two of you were, and the fact that there was now, officially, an obnoxiously visible grey area with your relationship to Kazutora came and hovered over your little moment. You pulled away abruptly, a little smacking sound the two of your lips made only adding to the fierce embarrassment settling in. Your head was cast down, lips no longer in Kazutora's reach as he furrowed his brows in disappointment. He felt like he'd just got snatched out of an amazing dream he didn't want to end.

"We should get out of here." You murmur bashfully, one hand messing around with your curls subconsciously.

"Oh...yeah." He responded blankly, his mind still stuck drifting off aimlessly in that dreamland your lips had sent him to. He trails behind you, feeling both amazing and yet utterly confused.

Why'd he even go and kiss you anyways? The real question is...why'd you let him?

💎

In thirty minutes the two of you finally found the exit, meeting up with the rest of your group. They all had made their way to the arcade, as the inner part of the theme park was already closed, leaving just the haunted attraction and arcade left to enjoy.

"Well goddamn! It took you guys long enough!" Asuka huffed, throwing her hands in the air as she spotted us. The rest of the group turned around, all making the same kind of comments and expressions at your tardiness.

"Ehh, it wasn't that long." Kazutora chuckled, waving her off.

"No, it very much was! We've been out here forever!" Yumi whines.

"Well at least we're all together now. What should we do from here? The park's gonna close in a while!" You chime in.

"How 'bout the arcade?" Hanma suggests with a plain shrug, looking to his left at the plethora of multicolored lights coming from the arcade area.

You all agreed as there was literally nothing else to do. Wandering around the arcade, you looked for something that interested you, Kazutora following closely next to you.

"Oh my goooosh! Look at this big old thing!" You beam, running over and pointing at a top shelf with a huge plushie. It was a white bunny with a strawberry hat, blushing pink cheeks, and a cute strawberry dress on. "It's soooo cute! I wanna win it!" You exclaimed determinedly. It was a claw game, a game you've never really been good at, but you wanted to try anyways.

Kazutora chuckles at your excitement and walks over to the game, watching your first two futile attempts at getting the big prize.

"Here, I'll get it for you." He offers, scooting you out of the way. You watch with a slight pout, disappointed that you couldn't get it yourself but grateful that you had help. Kazutora's focused, brows furrowed while he chews slightly on his bottom lip.

The claw makes slow, calculated movements, before finally stopping and clamping down right on the rabbits ear. "Oh!' You gasp but then quickly cover your mouth, the process wasn't over yet, he still needed to get it to the drop box. Again the claw proceeds to move, this time even slower than before, carrying the large bunny over to the left corner. By now Kazutora's lips were pursed tightly together, brows still furrowed deeply as he almost gets the prize to the opening.

"Oh my gosh, it's so close." You mumble barely above a whisper, hovering your hands over your mouth as you watch from behind him.

Then the prize drops.....right into the dropbox.

"YEEEEEESSS!" You both exclaim happily. Without thinking, you go and wrap your arms around Kazutora from behind, burying your face in his shoulder as you squeal in excitement. Your heart skips a beat as you realize what you did, pulling away with a slight awkward chuckle. It didn't go unnoticed by you the way Kazutora's cheeks dusted light pink from your gesture.

The game announces that we've won, then opens the large latch so you could grab the toy. The plush looks even bigger in your arms, reaching all the way down to your mid thighs from your chin.

"It's so perfect. Thank you so much, K!" You beam, giving him a cute, closed eyed smile.

"It was nothing." He murmurs softly, feeling that same slightly annoying tugging feeling in his chest.

From a far, Yumi and Asuka notice the whole scene, giggling and murmuring to each other unbeknownst to Hanma.

"Something definitely happened while they were in that haunted house." Asuka smirks devilishly.

💎

Once the park closed you all went your separate ways home. You learned through the group chat with your friends that Hanma ended up walking Yumi home, leading you to tell them that Kazutora did as well.

The walk back to your place after the train ride was excruciating, but somehow in an exciting way. It was quiet between you two, and so tense. The crisp, nearly November, air felt hot and heavy like the middle of August. Every brush of your hand against his caused you both to jump, eyes going wide while looking away from each other. It made you feel like you were in middle school or something. Since when were you this jumpy around him?

You hoped it wasn't obvious, the nervousness, and the quick stolen glances. You wanted to hold his hand, or have him wrap his arm around you, but you knew it was probably wrong. The two of you are just friends, and it's best to stay that way. It hasn't even been a day later and you both already don't know how act. It's awkward, like all the work the two of you did to get closer just went out of the window.

Neither of you had the guts to break the silence, at least, not until you got to your place.

"Thanks for walking me home, K." You mutter with a shy smile, clutching your bunny plushie to your chest.

"You don't have to thank me for that." He shrugs, looking to the side while placing his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah I do." You shake your head with a slight frown. Once again a silence falls between you too, yet this time the two of your eyes do all the talking.

Yours were involuntarily pleading for a kiss, a touch, anything from him. Just the one moment was quickly proving to not be enough. Part of you is disappointed you broke the kiss so early before. You didn't give yourself enough time to savor it.

"I'll see you later, alright?" He says, looking at you with a soft gaze that made your heart skip.

"Mhm." You nod, trying not to look as disappointed as you felt. What would happen if you asked him to come inside with you? You knew you didn't have the guts to ask and find out. The two of you slowly back away from each other, neither one truly ready to leave the other's sight. You force yourself to turn around, breaking the intense gaze and head inside to your apartment.

Tiredly you change into your nightwear. It was too much work to be all meticulous with your hair, so you opted for a basic pineapple using your satin scarf and threw a bonnet on top. You find yourself staring at the ceiling on your bed, your fingers grazing ever so slightly against your lips.

"That was my first kiss...."

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#back when i knew you #kazutora hanemiya x black fem reader #kazutora fluff #kazutora hanemiya #black fem reader #black female writer #officially out of my writer's block!#i'm locked back in y'all #kazutora's makin moves uh ohhh

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lostfracturess · 9 months ago

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i’ve got my work laptop out and my phone in hand to live react to this chapter 😼

omg i kneww it was the fkn student he punched. satoru’s so sweet to not want to drag her into a courtcase though.

kafka 😩🫶🏼💕 ive been on such a kafka kick lately omg (not so much reading his actual works but looking at kafka tumblr quotes 😔 i feel motivated to actually read his works now) also the way he sees her?? we’re so beautiful to him 🤭

“what a fucked up way to describe it. a child, small and defenseless against an unyielding force. where was the justice in that?”

☹️☹️☹️ ok i’m teared up. wtf.

“for all her strength and boldness, there was this fragile core to her. one that the world, am i, seemed intent on bruising.”

😩🤚🏼 i feel for reader fr she can do no wronggg in my eyes omg i can FEEL the stress of all this fkn research & trials gone wrong omg. she’s such an empath and it’s takin a toll on my girl over here

OHMYGOSHHH she saw the lawyer papers plsss higurama you had one job 😓 also i know im supposed to hate how secretive n stubborn he is but something ab his habit of shutting reader up w kisses 😩🤚🏼 i like my men toxic like that LMFAO

yaga laying innnn on him omg i love the consequences of his actions catching up to him. the forbidden romance is forbidden romancinggg. THE ETHICS COMMITTEE….hmm i mean considering the power dynamic i think satoru would def be the one to take the brunt of accusation if they were caught 🤔 i really wonder if reader would receive as heavy of a fall from grace as he would

omg the elevator stuck scene 🫣 PLS HE CONSIDERS FUCKING HER IN THE ELEVATOR!!?? IM SCREAMING. also they need to stop talking ab thisss in the elevator omg ppl might be listening or recording 😔 where is higurama w the legal counsel.

i cant tell if its my iced coffee giving me palpitations rn or if its your fucking writing (most likely latter). i looove how theyre resolved to try n keep each other tho :”) despite facing the things going on rn.

sheesh those lab results lmao that patient’s liver gotta be fucked 🤣 Oh WHAT ITS SATORU’s LIVER 😨 NOOO.

aw a signed kafka book?!? 😩🤚🏼 lord…

im on the basketball scene and ugggh first of all basketball satoru?!?! NEED. just imagining his arm muscles flexing while he’s shootin a shot 😩 also he’s sooo whipped for her oh my god. need a man who loves this deeply.

OHY MY GOD A SPARE TO HIS APARTMENT ITS SO REAL. ITS ALL FEELING SO REAL RN. SCREAMING. TRYING SO FKN HARD TO HIDE THE SMILE ON MY FACE RN.

oh god i cant ice ant i cant the hydropmorphone this sshift in energy i cant. to the bathroom for my ten min i go because i alr know imma need to scream for this 😭😭😭

NO WAAAYYY HE’s DOIN DRUGSS OFF OF HER IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND. OH MY GOD IM CLUTCHING MY PEARLS RN. OVER SUGURU’s FUCKING DESK?!????

OH. MY. GOD. SATORU IS THE FUCKING DEVIL. HE’s THE DEVIL. I……….I JUST GOT TO THE END. I COULD DEADASS SCREAM RN. THE— THE GUMPTION. THE GALL?!?!? TO LICK HIS FUCKING FINGERS.

i…….🧍🏻‍♀️i’m literally shaking. im SHAKING like IM the one w a panic attack or withdrawal rn. you ate this chapter up. you ate this chapter ALL the way fucking up and i could cry rn. no words. pheewww AND IM SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON W MY DAY AFTER THIS?!????!

fuck.

girl you make me cry with your comments! 😭❤️ yes, satoru is such a sweetheart for dealing with the lawsuit with money that she wouldn't have to go to court, even if that means he would have to swallow that bitter pill. green flag!!

and yes, pls pls read kafka! there are a lot of short books and stories of him that are just like a four hour read but so worth it, can't recommend that enough!!

OHMYGOSHHH she saw the lawyer papers plsss higurama you had one job

higurma must have done it on purpose i'm so sure!! like i wrote it, but still am not quite convinced it was a coincidence ahhh! and him shutting her up with kisses is EVERYTHING. bit toxic okay, but EVERYTHING.

the forbidden romance is forbidden romancinggg.

yes, the forbidden romance is catching up to them, how would have thought. like satoru was not even trying to hide it that much, but now he's surprised?? he's so stupid.

PLS HE CONSIDERS FUCKING HER IN THE ELEVATOR!!?? IM SCREAMING.

yeeeessss!! he really considered it a split second as he knows that will work quite good to shut her up ahaha he's so miserable with talking and feelings. but he sure knows what he's good at and how to use that. 🌚🌚

im on the basketball scene and ugggh first of all basketball satoru?!?! NEED. just imagining his arm muscles flexing while he’s shootin a shot

yes!!! i want to rewrite this scene out of reader pov just to be able to describe a bit of how this mf handsome man looked in this scene for us to please ahhhh.

also he’s sooo whipped for her oh my god. need a man who loves this deeply.

he's down bad for her and this will be his undoing. but yes, everyone deserves a man how's on his knees for his girl!!!

NO WAAAYYY HE’s DOIN DRUGSS OFF OF HER IM ABOUT TO LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND.

he's so fkn feral omg, like he really got some nerves doing that aahhhhh. also over suguru's desk ahahah. still he could lick every drug he wants from my body at any time ngl.

I COULD DEADASS SCREAM RN. THE— THE GUMPTION. THE GALL?!?!? TO LICK HIS FUCKING FINGERS.

HE HAS NO SHAME!!! this man is so unhinged and i loved every second writing him like that. he maybe is about to lose his mind but he's still serving while going insane!!

thank you so so much for your comments on this chapter, is was so funny to see your reaction while reading!!! thank you so so much for your support and taking your time to write this (also on your rec on the story??? reposting this in a minute), wishing you nothing but the best! 🥲🫶🫶

#symptoms and causes #inbox

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noritoshiikamo · 4 years ago

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lunch date

part 2 of this childhood friend drabble (ok fr frshould i name this childhood friend series or public sex series bcs hmm you'll see) pairing: gojo satoru + fem!reader genre: smut bcs i think with my hand down my pants when i see gojo tags//warning: established relationship public sex, gojo thinking with dick part 2, mention of breeding kink tagging: @unabashednightmarepizza @sukirichi @sassyeahhhh [lemme know if wanna be tagged in the next part] note: the obligatory trio of mine: unedited, lowercase intended, the obligatory trio of mine: not well edited, lowercase intended, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it.

“toru- ah, that hurts!”

his grip to her thighs tightened, “shhh, they can hear you.”

when gojo satoru suggested that they have lunch together, she happily accepted. she didn't suspected anything odd of his behavior. he was so kind to offer to bring her something over and she has been so stressed with her works, she just accepted it with no questions. it was the first text she’d replied after ignoring his many messages and calls.

it has been two weeks since the staircase incident and she started to suspect that he knew that she was actively trying to avoid him for almost a week. she knows gojo satoru like the back of her own hand, she knows he will not forget his promises, and he will hold against her until he gets it. their newly blossomed relationship was doing okay until he popped the question out so casually as she cooked. she couldn’t forget the look on his face.

“so, when are we going to have a baby?” his question that freaked her out lingered in her mind.

a baby

what was she thinking? she smacked her head on the table. “you could’ve asked for a house, or his black card, or something else. but a baby?” her voice strained.

“yes?” the hair on her back stood at the familiar deep voice.

she looked up so fast, her head spun to see her door opened wide. sara, her colleague stood with a slight frown on her face and on her side, gojo satoru. he wore teasing smile, traded his blindfold for his glasses and he looked different. he wore a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up with a pair of black pants and boots. his outfit looked simple and minimalistic, but don’t be fooled. she knew his shirt costs about the same as her monthly rent.

i can’t believe i picked a baby over his black card, her mind cried at the thoughts.

“i’ve tried stopping him,” sara explained, a glare on her face. he interjected. “i don’t need appointment to see my girlfriend,” gojo stepped inside, holding the door. “girlfriend?” sara questioned. she couldn’t help but to feel satisfied at the reaction her assistant’s face held.

“she gave you, her number?” she asked, one night where he came over. the bed sheet wrapped around her bare body as her eyes raked up and down satoru’s own bare body as he leaned against the headboard. his eyes shut close with his arms flexed behind his head. a small satisfactory smile on his face as he said, “right after telling me that you like me.”

“that bitch,” she hissed, gritting her teeth.

“y/n chan,” his eyes opened, a teasing smirk grew on his face. he leaned forward, the blanket pooled around his waist as he cupped her face in his hand, “didn’t see you as a jealous kind.”

it wasn’t that fact that she was jealous that sara is actively into gojo. she was fuming at her assistant for divulging her personal matter to him. that part first, and then maybe she was a little jealous. but then, sara was the reason she finally gets the guy she’s been waiting for; so at the end she still wins. sara will remain a bitch for a reason.

“it’s okay, we are having lunch together. you can leave,” she dismissed her, rubbing her strained eyes. gojo happily slammed the door shut.

“so, wanna tell me why you’re avoiding me?”

she sighed, her fingers ghosting over the keyboard, his presence has disturbed her mind, “i’m not. i-i’m busy.”

he sat on her chair, crossing his legs as he rested his lanky body against the chair. “you can’t even look at me. what is it?” he asked. her finger stopped above the enter key. she wanted to press it, but she can’t. something is holding her back. she knew what he’s doing. she sighed in defeat and turned to face the elephant in the room. her brows frowned when she realised; “where’s the food?” she asked staring at the empty table.

“huh?”

“lunch? you told me we are having lunch?” she frowned. this idiot did not just suggest that they’ll have lunch together, show up at her office without the promised food. gojo looked at her sheepishly, a small smile on his face.

“oh, that. yeah, i just want an excuse to see you,” his small smile turned sinister as he lolled his head to the side, “you could be my lunch.”

her face pressed against the glass window overlooking the city. her floor wasn’t that high, they could see the streets bellow and the office in front of them. she repeatedly told him that they can’t do this. “they can see us,” she panicked, despite being delirious from his kisses as she let him unbutton her shirt. but a few kisses later, her skirt hiked up, panties in his pocket and his dick hitting her cervix roughly, she was convinced.

“you think you can come for me six times?” he heaved, lips against her bare shoulder, accentuating his words with his every thrust, “six for the amount of days you've ignored me. another five to go, buttercup. should be easy.”

his hand trailed down her chest, her belly until he found her neglected clit. a gentle tap of her bundle of nerves had her throwing her hair back. she was about to come undone; he could feel it from the way she was desperately clamping down on his length and her whining. tears streaming down her face as she bit down on her lips to hold herself from screaming, she could taste blood. her body shuddered, her sweaty skin leaving marks on the glass and the way he just mewled against her ears, praising her made her legs buckled.

he was quick to catch her, hands gripping her waist.

they moved to the desk, pushing all her files and pens aside as he laid her down. he showered her with kisses, slowly trailing them down to her cunt. he eyed her glistening slit, mouth watered. grabbing her legs, he held it open, she whined at the feeling of his warm breath ghosting over her. “satoru, i can’t,” she moaned at the first lick, her hand pressed on his head trying to get away, but he held her tight. “n-no more, ah fuck, fuck!” she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every reaction as his tongue worked their ways. the feeling on his teeth grazing her clit, the tip of her tongue teasing around her entrance, before slipping in.

she tasted so good; it was more pleasurable for him than her. she looked pretty squirming to get away as he held her tighter, tongue darting in and out. overstimulation was hitting her full force and she was high in pleasure. her brain couldn’t comprehend; between the feeling of his breath against her slit, his tongue fucking her, his calloused palms against her waist and the sound he was making. she didn’t give two fucks if the office heard them fucking.

“close, fuck, toru i want-” her words cut off by her own moan.

his tongue switched, sucking on her swollen clit as his finger took over the fucking. it didn’t take long for her to gush out. her head was pounding, his words went in one ear and out the another. he stood up, drools and her fluid covered his chin and onto his bare chest. he helped her sat, she was beyond exhausted. the feeling of his fingers brushing her hair back brought back to the office, she looked up to him with her eyes half drooped. a soft chuckle escaped his lips as he pressed it on hers. “you okay?” he whispered, planting kisses after kisses. “i miss you so much,” he cooed.

“miss you,” was all she could mustered out.

“did i scare you? with the baby talk?” he asked, pulling her in his arms. truth be told, seducing her into fucking in front of the glass window wasn’t the actual reason gojo was here. but her words were just so inviting, he doesn’t mind a little detour. she tasted delicious. she mumbled something against his chest, but he was sure it was a maybe.

“i thought you wanted it.”

she pouted, finally the first sentence her brain could scrambled, “maybe i change my mind.”

“that’s why you ran away from me? you’re scared?” he tilted her head up, his heart warmed at the little pout she had on, “oh buttercup, i won’t lie. the thoughts of you all round and milky with my child is turning me on-” not a lie, because she could feel his cock pressing against her slit, “but it’s okay. one day i’ll change your mind but for now, i’m fine with a little practise now.” she groaned against his lips as she felt his tip slipped in, stretching her once again.

this one was quicker, she was already sobbing mess, clutching desperately on his chest as he chased his high.

the deeper he pushed into her, the faster he had to circle her clit. he’s not a selfish lover, he wants her to feel as good as him too, despite being borderline torturous as she was clearly an overstimulated mess. “you’re so good to me,” he hummed, “you take me in so well. i love the way your tight cunt suck me in.” she really was, with mouth apart panting his name, eyelids drooped, and fingers dug into his flesh with legs apart.

she’s his good little girl.

she nodded, soft mewls could be heard through her pants. the wet kisses he was peppering her skin soon turned into a desperate attempt to leave a mark. she was beyond exhausted to berate him for doing it, so she learned to enjoy the feeling of his fangs against her flushed skin.

“toru, it feels so good,” she rolled her eyes back and he hummed in agreement.

gojo held her throat, not too harsh but not exactly gentle too, “it does, does it?” he grinned, “come, clench around my cock, y/n chan," he teased, in a sing-song tone, "i’m about to fill you up to the brim.” he tightened the grip, she whined. the way the walls tightening around him, had the world strongest’s sorcerer a moaning mess, as his hips snapped faster.

the sound of their skin slapping each other got louder and louder with the squelching of her cunt. his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he forced his cock all the way inside, his thick seed shooting directly into her womb. his grip on her waist tightened, he was all choke up. they stayed in each other’s arm, struggling to catch a break.

he pinched her cheek for the fun of it, seeing her annoyed and bothered for his own personal pleasure. “what luck you have, y/n. falling in love with someone like me,” he brushed the tear stains on her cheek.

“who said i love you?”

he pressed his hand on his chest, faking the pained look on his face with an ouch. it was never an exchange of i love yous between them; it was him annoying the fuck out of her and her being constantly concern by his childishness. “would you still come home, y/n. i miss you so much, no lies.” he asked as he pulled his pants back up. "i will," she promised. he helped her off the desk, cleaning the mess they’d made and her chasing him around for her pair of panties. she never got it back, her face was as red as her stilettos as she made her way out of the office bare under her skirt. she could hear him snickering behind her.

“c-cancel the rest of my day please, sara. i have some business to take care off,” she glared at the white-haired man running toward the elevator. lunch time was over, and she was beyond fucked to continue her work. literally. not when gojo had made sure to give her the fucking of her life, she couldn’t focus on her work no more. sara gave her a glare, a dirty one, as she eyed her skewered hair and wrinkled clothes. she placed the files on her assistant’s desk, rushing as gojo held the elevator opened.

she made in, jumping instantly in his arms as the door closed. it was just two of them in the empty lift.

she giggled in his arms; his huge smile was contagious. he kissed her so gently, thumb on her back rubbing shapes. his smile grew wider as they pulled away. she tilted her head, confusion on her face and he nudged his head to the door. she turned around only to see their reflection on the elevator’s door. “look closer,” he whispered, and her eyes widened as she realised a trail of his cum, peaking out of her skirt down her legs. her face got even redder as she wasn’t sure if it had just happened or gojo has been letting her walk around with his cum down her legs.

“i’ll murder you, satoru.”

the lift suddenly halted. the number stopped at the ninth floor and she cursed. the lift wasn’t malfunction; she knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“not going to lie, seeing my cum down your legs, it looks hot,” he said sheepishly, a kiss on her cheek while his hands already made their way underneath her blouse. his brows raised up suggestively.

“will you stop thinking with your dick, satoru?”

“you still owe me two more orgasm, buttercup.”

the light of the lift suddenly tripped, engulfing them in a pitch-black darkness. she jolted in his arms. the emergency light turned on and under the dimmed light, she could see his blue eyes on her like a predatory to its prey. she could feel her throat drying as a kiss landed on her neck.

“we better make our time worth.”

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girl-next-door-writes · 4 years ago

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A Decision

Characters: Mycroft Holmes x Reader

Summary: What starts out as a petty disagreement reveals what could be potentially deeper problems in your relationship. Have you discovered these things too late or is there time to fix it?

Word Count: 1146 words

A/N: I came across the amazing Jonathan Bailey’s audition for The Last Five Years and had to write this.

Standing in the doorway of his study, you tried to keep your emotions in check. Smoothing down your dress, your eyes fell upon the man you love, the man who was currently breaking your heart. Mycroft was sitting hunched over his desk in the lamplight, his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up as he studied the many pieces of paper in front of him so intently that you were certain he was unaware of your presence.

“I know that you have made if perfectly clear that you will not be going tonight, but as they are possibly giving me an award, I will be attending.” Your voice was clear and calm in the quiet of the room. He didn’t even look up. There was no acknowledgement and you held back a sad sigh, closing your eyes for a moment to ensure you kept your composure. “So, that’s it.”

“Hmmmm.” The sound could have been one of agreement or just recognition, but it caused a surge of anger to run through you.

“What is this really about, Mycroft? Is this really just about attending a party?” Striding further into the room you knew you had his attention as he slowly looked up at you with a mixture of regret and uncertainty in his eyes. “Can we just talk about this? Please?”

Turning his head away from you with a huff of annoyance, he reached for the glass on his desk which held a liberal amount of whiskey. “Is it work? Are you under pressure there? Talk to me, Mycroft.” You made your way around his desk, leaning against it as you reached for his hand. He quickly snatched it away and ran it over his face, looking so exhausted and so much older in that moment than you had ever know.

“If I didn’t believe in you then we would never have gotten this far.” Your voice was soft, a slight tremble there as you thought about everything the two of you had overcome to finally be together. “If I wasn’t so sure of the man you are, so certain that, no matter what, you would come through for me, then I wouldn’t be standing her right now. If I didn’t believe in the man you are, if I wasn’t proud of you, then I wouldn’t be arguing with you about this. I would have just walked out of that door and left you to whatever this mood is. The truth is, I want you by my side. It never took much convincing for me to believe in you, to fall for you. Don’t we finally get to be happy, Mycroft? Don’t we get to take a moment and just be happy? I am always on your side, always cheering you on, so why can’t you do the same for me? Why do you make me feel like I am being unreasonable asking my boyfriend to attend a party with me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes and you looked at the ceiling, not wanting them to fall, not wanting to ruin your makeup, and have another excuse not to attend the event you had been looking forward to for months. It had been in your diary, and Mycroft’s, ever since you had received the invitation, but that apparently meant nothing to the stubborn man refusing to make eye-contact with you right now. He was clutching his glass tightly, his other hand resting on the desk in a clenched fist. Everything about his body language screamed tension but he refused to communicate with you.

“I don’t want to leave you in this mood. I know you will be fine, but right now, you clearly aren’t. I want you to be happy, Mycroft. I want us to be happy together but… please don’t make me wait until you can see we deserve happiness.” There was a flicker of something across his face at your words, but whatever it had been was replaced by that same icy expression with a hint of frustration. The clock in the hallway began to chime and you knew you would have to leave if you were to get there on time. Anger and frustration now bubbled up within you. Anger at yourself for believing for a moment that Mycroft might change his mind, and frustration that he refused to talk to you.

“Nobody else can make you feel small and afraid unless you let them. I cannot let you make me feel bad about being excited when I am finally getting recognition at work.” Your voice was raised as you pushed yourself away from the desk. “I will not wallow in your misery with you. I will not lose just because you can’t win.”

Rounding the desk, you placed your palms flat on the scattered papers and leaned over to look at him, your heart torn. “If I didn’t believe in you, in us, then I would have walked away a long time ago. This right here is the life I choose, this life with you. This, you, are the thing that I can’t bear to lose, Mycroft.” He shifted in his seat but refused to meet your gaze. Instead, he picked up a manilla folder and began to rifle through the papers there.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself. Whatever was going on with him, it was obviously more important than your celebration. Turning away, you missed the sorrowful look he shot your way as you moved to leave. Pausing in the doorway, you placed your hand on the doorframe and took a steadying breath. “If I hadn’t believed in you, then I wouldn’t have loved you at all.”

Your parting words had been soft, almost whispered, but he had caught them, and it made his chest ache. It was true, you had always believed in him, and you rarely asked him for anything. Regardless of the pressures of work, the security of the entire country, the knowledge that he was making you so unhappy was like a knife in his gut. Your footsteps echoed across the entrance hall and he knew he had to make a choice, one that would affect your relationship. Getting to his feet, he hurried out of the study.

“Have I got time to change?” He asked, giving you an apologetic and slightly hopeful smile as you turned to look at him, one hand on the front door handle. “The country can wait for a few hours. Give me five minutes and I will join you, my dear.” For the first time in his career, Mycroft Holmes was putting something else, someone else, before his country. He knew if he were to make the wrong decision here, then he would lose you, and he would rather his career was shot down in flames than let you go.

#Mycroft Holmes x reader #a g-n-d-w fic #something i wrote

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lasting-inkpressions · 3 years ago

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Burning Up [1/4]

Summary: When she applied to be the secretary for managing partner Rosé McCorkell, Denali hadn't expected to end up working for the biggest pain in her ass, nor did she expect anything beyond a professional relationship.

Word Count: 4,365

Note: Originally titled "Work Wives".

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Denali stood in front of the familiar panelled wooden door, a brown leather folio clutched to her chest and a fresh cup of coffee in her right hand. She was dressed in a cream sleeveless blouse and a black pencil skirt finished off with nude heels. She stared hard at the frosted glass with a name embossed in gold lettering across it.

Rosé McCorkell, one of the three managing partners in S. Child, a top law firm in New York City. She was also a major pain in Denali’s ass for all of the six months that she had been here as her secretary.

Steeling herself for her usual morning meeting with her, Denali took a deep breath, knocked on the door and waited. Seconds later, she heard the usual clicking of stiletto heels on hardwood floor before the door opened to reveal the woman that was her boss.

As much as she was a pain in the ass, Rosé McCorkell was undoubtedly a stunning woman. Standing tall in her black heels, she wore her auburn hair in perfect curls, dressed in a form fitting navy power suit with the blouse unbuttoned just low enough that Denali could see the deep curve of her cleavage. Catching herself before she stared for too long, she snapped her gaze back up to Rosé’s face and plastered on a smile, hoping that the other woman hadn’t noticed her staring.

“Good morning, Miss McCorkell, I’m here to go over your schedule for the day.”

Rosé stared back at Denali for a moment, causing the younger woman to squirm a little under her gaze, before deep red lips stretched into her trademark smirk.

The same smirk that drove Denali absolutely crazy for reasons she didn’t want to think too deeply into.

“Of course you are, come in.”

———

7 months ago.

Denali sat outside the interview room, waiting for her turn to go in. She was surrounded by other young candidates, each of them looking well groomed, neat and manicured. Most of them were in blazers, suits, the whole shebang and here Denali was dressed in a simple white blouse and black dress pants, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail with black pumps on her feet.

She hadn’t really thought too much about it when she had come across the ad and applied for the position. She just needed a job after graduating from college, but now she wasn’t too sure on whether she had made a mistake applying to be the secretary of a managing partner at S. Child. Denali had thought it would be an easy job. After all, a secretary just needed to be organised and have a good head on their shoulders, right? She hadn’t thought it would be a challenge, but looking around her now, with so many tense faces and how the place screamed money, she felt like she was out of her depth.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to duck out…

“Miss Denali Foxx.”

Denali cursed under her breath for not noticing that the previous interviewee had already left the room. She stood and walked to the door, feeling the eyes of the other candidates eyeing her outfit in disdain. Bracing herself, she knocked on the door and waited for a second before entering, coming face to face with three women seated behind a lacquered wooden conference table. Denali took note of each one as she sat in the lone chair before them.

From the website she had briefly scrolled through, she could recognise the three managing partners - Jan Sport was on the left, followed by Lagoona Bloo in the middle and Rosé McCorkell, the managing partner that she was applying to be the secretary of, on the right. From what she had gathered, all three of them were charismatic, intelligent and ruthless in their own rights when in the courtroom.

Lagoona opened a manila folder, cleared her throat and smiled warmly at the blonde in front of her. “Good afternoon Miss Foxx, thank you for taking the time to come down for this interview.” Denali smiled back at her, feeling a little more at ease at how friendly Lagoona seemed.

“Good afternoon, and thank you for having me.”

Lagoona nodded and introduced the three of them, then began the interview by asking her questions, with Jan interjecting a few herself. Denali had managed to answer most of them confidently, only ever stumbling once. All the while Rosé, the one who would decide whether she would be hired or not, had remained silent, simply choosing to flip through the thin file that held Denali’s details, barely even sparing her a glance.

After about ten minutes of back and forth, Lagoona asked her final question, then turned to look at Rosé.

“I think that’s about it from us. Do you have any questions for her, Rosé?”

Denali gulped, trying not to let her nerves get the best of her as the other woman finally looked up at her, folding her hands and resting her chin on them. After a few excruciating seconds, Rosé leaned back in her seat, eyes still trained on the blonde woman before finally speaking.

“Yes, why should I hire you out of everyone out there? From what I’ve read in your file, you seem to be the most inexperienced out of all the candidates. Were you hoping to somehow find a sugar daddy here? I mean you clearly have the looks for it.”

There was pin drop silence at her question. Lagoona had her face buried in her hands and Jan was struggling between wanting to laugh and wanting to strangle Rosé. Denali however sat stone still as Rosé stared down at her, her expression bored as she waited for the blonde to reply.

Denali’s mind was blank for a second before rage filled her veins.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Resisting the urge to slap the woman in front of her, Denali reigned it in and instead plastered on the sweetest smile she could muster.

“Well as inexperienced as I am, I can guarantee that if you hire me, you wouldn’t be hiring a cookie cutter suck up that wouldn’t be able to look past designer labels or waste their time trying to be someone they’re not. I can also guarantee that you wouldn’t be hiring a pushover who would go crying to their mother when the job gets tough, and knows that their worth is much more than just a few flimsy pieces of paper that won’t tell you the things that really matter.”

Denali stood, smoothing the wrinkles in her skirt before looking Rosé in the eye.

“And the statement about me wanting a sugar daddy? I’d rather a sugar mommy than a sugar daddy, though from what I see, there aren’t any worth my time here anyways.”

Figuring that the interview was a lost cause, Denali nodded her thanks to a stunned Lagoona and laughing Jan, completely ignoring Rosé, and turned on her heel to leave when she was stopped by two words.

“You’re hired.”

———

Present day.

Grinding her teeth as she glared at the desk in front of her, Denali had to tell herself to calm down as the source of her irritation smirked in her direction. If there was one thing that Denali could not stand, it was Rosé’s way of constantly pushing her buttons. Oh, there was no denying that the woman was good at her job, but the way she seemed to ooze confidence and acted as if she owned the damn place? God, that just made Denali’s blood boil.

“Is something the matter, Nali?”

Denali clenched her fist at the sound of Rosé's nick name for her. It was as if the older woman knew that it riled her up whenever she called her that. Looking up at Rosé, Denali bit back an insult and instead forced herself to smile at her. “No, Miss McCorkell, nothing’s the matter at all. Everything is perfectly fine.”

Staring down at the defiant younger woman for a moment from across her desk, Rosé winked at her. “If you say so, baby.”

Denali gripped the pen in her hand tightly. She breathed through her nose, mentally counting down the seconds till their meeting was over and done with as she wrote down every point that Rosé had said. Quickly going over her notes one last time, she looked back up at Rosé. “Is there anything else, Miss McCorkell?”

“Rosé.”

Denali blinked.

“What?”

“My name. I’ve told you to call me that from the beginning.” Denali rolled her eyes internally as she shuffled the loose sheets of paper into a neater pile. “And as I’ve said before, I’m much more comfortable calling you Miss McCorkell.” She heard Rosé’s low chuckle and the sound of fabric shifting. Denali looked up and immediately dropped her pen.

Rosé was suddenly much closer to her than before, leaning against the solid oak desk between them, an almost predatory look in her eye as she watched the younger girl seated in front of her.

“I wonder why.”

———

“So have you and Miss McCorkell fucked yet?”

Denali glared at Kandy as she walked back to her desk. She threw her pen at the girl and missed as it clattered to the floor, leaving the other girl cackling. “No bitch, and that’s never going to happen. What the fuck even makes you think that?” Kandy sat on the edge of Denali’s desk, a shit eating grin on her face. “Besides the fact that every time you leave her office, your face is always so flustered-“

“Because she always pisses me off-“

“-it’s also the way she stares at your ass, like she can’t wait to get her hands on it.” Denali rolled her eyes and retrieved her pen from the floor. “No, she doesn’t. I’ve never seen her look at my ass before.” And Denali was pretty sure that she would have noticed that, seeing as she’d been Rosé’s secretary for a while now. Plopping herself in her office chair, she opened her folio and started to go through her notes, pulling out a stack of colourful post-it’s from her drawer to help with her organisation. Not to be ignored, Kandy carried on as if the other girl wasn’t trying to ignore her.

“Girl, you don’t exactly have eyes on the back of your head, do you? Trust me, she wants to tap that.”

Denali resisted the urge to strangle the Latina sitting on her desk. Sure, there was always some tension in the room when they were together, but that was more from the fact that Rosé loved riling her up. It had been that way since day one, and sometimes Denali questioned her decision to have accepted the job offer, but the money and benefits were too good to pass up for a fresh grad. She shook her head as she replied dismissively.

“Even if she does, I’m not interested.”

Kandy looked at her in disbelief, one brow cocked. “Are you sure? She’s got a great pair of tits.” Well, she couldn’t argue with that. Denali had noticed Rosé’s ample breasts seeing as the managing partner loved to wear outfits that featured them in a daring, yet tasteful, fashion. If she had met Rosé in a bar, she would definitely have approached her.

Of course, she wasn’t going to tell Kandy that.

“Look, no matter how great her tits are, it’ll never make up for the mouth that she has on her.”

Kandy tutted, picking at her nails. “I’m pretty sure her mouth would be preoccupied when the two of you-“

“KANDY!”

“I’m just saying.”

Denali sighed, rubbing her forehead. God, this conversation was giving her a headache and digging at thoughts she had been trying to avoid herself.

“Listen Kandy, if there is one thing that I would never ever do, it is to sleep with my boss-“

“Denali-“

“I don’t care if she’s staring at my ass, I don’t care what she thinks of it-“

“Girl-“

“Me fucking Rosé McCorkell is never going to happen.”

“Well, as enlightening as this conversation is, it might be a little inappropriate to discuss my preferences in the office, don’t you think?”

She froze at the familiar voice behind her as Kandy quietly excused herself.

Shit.

“Cat got your tongue, Miss Foxx?”

Fucking shit.

Denali slowly stood and turned to look at her boss, who had an amused expression on her face and a file in hand.

“I believe that you left this document behind in my office.”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Denali moved to retrieve the file from Rosé, trying her best to regain her composure.

“Right, yes- Let me photocopy this for you right away, Miss McCorkell.”

Rosé smirked and leaned in, her lips almost brushing against Denali’s ear.

“Strictly off the record, I do think you have a very nice ass.”

Face flushing a bright red and rendered speechless for a moment as Rosé pulled away, Denali stammered out an excuse before speeding off to the copy room, leaving behind a chuckling Rosé in her wake.

———

Denali was waiting alone for the lift at the end of the day, tapping her foot on the floor as she watched the numbers on the screen climb higher and higher.

It had been a long day, and she was still trying to recover from the embarrassing situation that had happened in the morning. She had spent the whole day actively avoiding her boss, something that wasn’t too difficult to do since she had a long list of tasks from her. Every time she had to drop something off at the older woman’s office, she made it a point to do so when she knew she was out for a meeting or when she was engaged in a call so that Rosé wouldn’t be able to say a word to her.

If she had the opportunity, Denali knew that the managing partner would say something to further humiliate or incite her.

Also, the statement that Rosé had made about her ass was still fresh and in the forefront of her mind, and something Denali had completely not expected. She knew that the two of them butted heads all the time, and that Rosé loved to challenge her secretary and pass along little comments and nicknames just to get a rise out of her. She had suspected that was the main reason that Rosé had hired her, because she was someone who fought back, but that comment about her ass? That had blindsided her.

She didn’t want to admit it, but everything Rosé did and said had an effect on her, and had been for some time now, but that was something that was entirely inappropriate.

Denali shifted her weight, watching the numbers get closer to the floor she was on when she heard the faint clicking of stilettos behind her and shut her eyes, praying to whoever was listening that the person approaching wasn’t who she thought it was, or that the elevator would arrive just before she did. Thankfully, the latter happened as the lift doors opened and Denali quickly stepped into the empty cab, immediately pressing the close button while pointedly making sure not to look up. She let out the breath that she had been unknowingly holding in as the doors slid closed, but her relief was short lived when the doors slid opened again, revealing the very same woman that she had been hoping not to see.

Fuck.

Nodding in greeting, she stepped to the side to give Rosé space, and also to put as much space as possible between the two of them. Rosé nodded back, and stood next to Denali, facing the doors as they closed and the lift slowly descended.

“So where has my little secretary been hiding the whole day?”

Denali’s hand twitched at her side. “I’ve been at my desk the entire day, Miss McCorkell, completing the tasks that you assigned me to do.”

“Is that so? So the little mouse that was scurrying in and out of my office wasn’t you?”

Swallowing a retort, Denali replied with as steady a voice as she could. “I don’t know what you mean, Miss McCorkell.”

Rosé turned her head, an eyebrow raised as she looked down at the squirming girl. Before she could say anything, the lift dinged and a group of people entered, forcing the two of them to take a step back. Denali breathed through her nose, then noticed how close Rosé was to her now in the confined space, so close she could smell the expensive Chanel No. 5 perfume that she loved to wear. Her heart was racing, and she wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was the fact that Rosé was now standing close to her, or the fact that her words were replaying over and over in her mind.

Denali stilled when she felt a finger touching the back of hand. She looked down to see a perfectly manicured finger lazily tracing her knuckles before looking up at the owner of the hand, and felt all the air in her lungs escape.

Rosé was staring down at her, eyes a molten hazel and lips curved into that same infuriating smirk that drove Denali insane. She felt the other woman’s fingers slowly slip to the palm of her hand, the light touch causing heat to pool in Denali’s middle and her breath to shorten, and all the while Rosé never took her eyes off her. The younger girl swallowed and bit her lip, noting how the older woman’s heated gaze fell to her throat and then her lips, her palm tingling as Rosé continued to trace patterns on the sensitive skin of her palm.

Seconds later, their little bubble was broken when the lift dinged and people started to shuffle out. Rosé withdrew her hand, and made to leave too, but not before whispering in Denali’s ear.

“Never say never.”

Winking at the frozen girl, Rosé exited the lift, her hips swaying with each step as she left the building.

Denali was fucked.

———

The dynamics of their relationship had changed since that day. Rosé didn’t try as hard as before to get a rise out of Denali anymore. Before it seemed like she was aiming to piss her secretary off, but now it was the opposite. It was as if she was repeatedly trying to fluster her, dropping little teasing comments, purposely brushing their fingers together when passing Denali things, constantly staring intently at her with a knowing smirk on her face. It was slowly driving Denali insane.

She could handle it when Rosé was trying to piss her off, but this? This was completely different and she didn’t know how to handle this kind of attention from her. Denali always found herself blushing to her roots and stammering in response to these new interactions, which seemed to further amuse and encourage the redhead. With each interaction, Denali also found herself questioning everything.

Why was Rosé acting the way that she did?

Was she bored and simply wanted to find something to entertain her?

Was she just toying around with Denali and her emotions?

Sighing as she filled the cup of tea for Rosé’s potential new client, she shook the thoughts out of her head and walked back to the meeting room where he was waiting. Pasting on a polite smile, she pushed the glass door open and set the cup of tea on the table before a greasy looking man that looked as if he was in his late forties.

“Here’s your tea, Mister Tate.” The man smiled back at Denali, taking the cup of tea and sipping from it, all the while giving Denali a once over, much to her discomfort. Putting the cup down, he made a face. “Oh dear, there’s no sugar in this at all, is there?”

Denali blinked. He hadn’t mentioned any sugar earlier, and she had assumed that he wouldn’t need any. “My apologies, Mister Tate, let me get a fresh cup for you.” Reaching over to take back the cup, she was stopped when he grabbed onto her wrist, a sly smile on his face. “There’s no need to bother, it’s fine. After all, I have a sweet, pretty girl like you to entertain me while we wait for Miss McCorkell to arrive.”

Not another one of these men again. Forcing herself not to drop her smile, Denali replied in a tight voice. “Thank you for the compliment, Mr Tate.” She tried to politely tug her hand back to disengage his grip on her wrist, but before she knew it, he was on his feet, an arm slung over her shoulders.

“Mister Tate? No need for formalities, just call me Jim. After all, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around more often now.” Her stomach rolled at the pointed look he had in his eye, the widening smile on his face making him look even greasier. She knew his type and the implications behind his words, and had to force herself to hold in her disgust. As much as she wanted to knee him in the balls, she couldn’t do that here in the office, especially since he was a potential client of Rosé’s.

Swallowing the bile that was rising in her throat, Denali struggled to maintain being civil as she attempted to step out of his grip.

“Mister Tate, if you would kindly please let go of me, I-”

“Come now, Miss Foxx was it? Where’s your sense of hospitality? You forgot the sugar for my tea, but you look like you’ll make up for it-“

“What is going on here?”

The blonde felt a sheer sense of relief flood her when she saw the managing partner standing in the doorway of the meeting room, though the furious look in her eye was something unexpected.

Denali had never seen her this angry before.

The man however seemed completely oblivious to the rising anger of the other woman, and instead smiled at her. “Miss McCorkell! I was just getting acquainted with your lovely secretary here.”

Rosé glared at the man. “Mister Tate, I believe that my secretary doesn’t like your arm around her, and unless you’d like to lose that arm, I suggest that you take it off her.” Looking surprised, the man listened and took his arm off Denali, and she moved away, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Her eyes darted between the two as he stammered. “Miss McCorkell, we’re all adults here. I’m just having a bit of fun. Isn’t that why you keep her around? She sure is a stunner-”

Big mistake.

Rosé took a threatening step towards him, fists clenched and eyes glinting with unbridled rage at what he was implying.

“Get out.”

He gaped. “I- I beg your pardon?”

Rosé sneered, looking down at the now pale and shaking man.

“You heard me, you daft man, get out! I don’t need scum like you in my office, and I certainly don’t need your money. Now get out before I call security!”

Gaping like a fish out of water and scrambling to leave, the greasy man grabbed his bag and hurriedly left the office without looking back as Rosé kept her eyes pinned on his retreating back before turning back to face to her secretary. Denali gulped, and instinctively made to apologise, but was stopped when the older woman moved towards her and gently took her by the shoulders, examining her. “Denali, are you alright?” She asked, sliding her hands down and stopping to hold her wrists, rubbing soothing circles into her skin.

Denali hadn’t noticed, but she was shaking, and Rosé’s motions were slowly calming her down. Taking a shaky breath, Denali smiled weakly at her. “I’m fine, Miss McCorkell. Thank you for stepping in when you did.”

Rosé nodded. “Of course, how could I not? But are you sure you’re alright? Do you want to take the rest of the afternoon off?” Denali laughed drily, waving off the offer. “It’s alright, I’m fine now. It’s nothing that I’m not used to.” Rosé’s thumbs stopped moving and she frowned at Denali.

“What do you mean?” Denali blinked. Maybe she shouldn’t have said that.

“I mean I’ve had my fair share of creeps before-“ She explained with a fake laugh, trying to lighten the mood when she saw Rosé’s face darkening.

That wasn’t good.

“You mean here? In my office?”

“Well, er-“ Rosé stepped closer into Denali’s space, raising a hand to cup her face as she stared into the younger’s eyes, voice low as she demanded. “The truth please.” Denali swallowed, feeling the slightly murderous intent that the other woman was exuding, which contradicted the gentle hold that she had on Denali. Hesitantly, Denali nodded.

“..yes.”

Rosé clenched her jaw, taking a second to process what Denali had confirmed, before stepping back and letting go of her secretary. Denali could see that her hands were clenched into fists that Rosé quickly stuffed into the pockets of her suit when she noticed Denali looking at them, as if wanting to hide how she was trying to not lose her temper.

“I want their names.”

Denali frowned, confused. “Wha- Why?”

“So I can tear up their contracts. Anyone who touches you is not worth my time.” Denali’s eyes widened. This sounded like a rash decision, and she didn’t want to cost Rosé or the company money. Breaking contracts meant loss of income, which wasn’t worth it. Not when it was just a simple matter of harassment that she should be able to handle herself. “But Miss McCorkell, it’s not worth it, I can-“

Rosé shot Denali a sharp look at that, cutting her off. “No buts. I want their names on my desk by the end of the day.” Denali swallowed and nodded stiffly as Rosé held her gaze, eyes hardened before softening as she sighed. The managing partner turned to leave, but stopped at the doorway to give her one last meaningful look.

“Denali, don’t ever think that you’re not worth it.”

And she left, leaving behind a wide eyed and blushing Denali staring after her.

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I have been hung up on the idea of writing a fic with a flirty boss Rosé and feisty secretary Denali. The sexual tension just writes itself.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. (:

xoxo Vera

#rosenali #rosénali #rosnali #rpdr fic #burning up fic #work wives verse #inkpression writes

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Locked In - H.J.S

a/n: so this took way too long :/. my brain cell is giving out fr🤧. i hope you enjoy it!

member: Han Jisung (Stray Kids)

summary: one friday some of you decide to sneak into school and hotbox the principal's office, but you and jisung get locked in together, leaving you alone for a while👀.

warnings: smoking weed, oral(m.receiving), fingering, unprotected sex(always use condoms tho bc fuck them kids loll), slight degradation, hair pulling, a little choking.

requested: yes!! and i wanted to say again thank you for requesting this at all, and i'm still sorry it took so long🥺. i really want to try writing more so feel free to request more too!

"miss y/l/n, would you like to repeat that?" your math teacher tilts one ear towards you from her spot in front of the class, new seating chart still clutched tightly in her clammy hands. every one of your classmates shifts to look back at you, your seat in the way back and clearly on purpose. while you were back there, your three closest friends were all scattered in the front.

each of them watches you as well, on standby in case you need any of them to help you out. ryujin is good at helping you rile the teacher up even more. jeongin and chaeryeong use their baby faces to their advantage, usually throwing the teacher some puppy dog eyes and hardly even saying anything, yet still managing to get her to back off of you guys. in some cases they even distract her long enough for you two to escape.

you're not sure why, it's not like she doesn't know that they're your friends. it must be something about their cute, innocent looks that always seemed to make your teacher forget whose side they were on.

"oh, sure!" you chirp, setting your pencil down and beginning to fold the paper you just wrote on. the words 'let's leave early, fuck this' get covered more and more each time you fold a piece of the paper, your eyes not even moving to look at the teacher as you continue. "i said, this seating chart is bullshit. moving us all from our friends won't stop us, you know. it might be quiet for now, but we are not paying attention," you chuckle bitterly, inspecting the paper airplane as you finish it.

"now we'll just be even more distracted finding new ways to communicate," you hold up the plane to show your teacher, making a small 'pop' sound with your mouth as you launch it to ryujin. your friend lights up and stands to catch it, opening the paper and snickering before nodding at you, chae and innie catching your faces and already knowing what to do.

"you two cut it out right now! shin ryujin, give me that paper!" she steps closer to ryujin, the girl scowling at her as she stands on her desk, holding the paper up high as she crumples it in one hand.

"full name? really? i mean, who do you think you are? my mother? get over yourself already," ryujin scoffs. the teacher seethes, arms crossed and foot tapping.

"get down before i call security!"

"bite me, dude."

"AH!!" chaeryeong suddenly screams, climbing on top of her desk dramatically. "miss, i just saw a rat!" she cries out, pointing towards a gap between the wall and bookshelf. the teacher sighs as everyone else gasps and shouts, bringing their feet and bags off the ground.

"chaeryeong... this school does not have rats..." she rubs at her face with one hand, eyes covered as she boils in frustration. while she's not looking, ryujin slowly lowers herself back to the tile, quietly gathering her bag and backing up. you also get your stuff together and begin trying to head towards the back door.

the teacher takes her hand from her face and nearly turns around to ryujin's desk again, but jeongin jumps up to her side, clinging onto her arm to bring her towards the shelf and timidly pointing towards it.

"no, miss, she's right! i saw it too! it-it was huge!" his eyes stare down at her, wide and shining. the last thing you hear is the teacher groaning, then the bookshelf moving and even more chaos from your classmates, then you and ryujin rush to slip out of the door.

as soon as the door closes, you both break for the cafeteria, deciding on an early lunch like you usually do when you sneak out of this class. you both laugh as you make it to the lunch room, catching your breaths for a moment before walking into the large room.

a few other students are already there too, some in line to get food and some sitting at tables while they wait for friends. you and ryujin head over to where you usually sit, a large table where a couple of your friends already wait for everyone.

"hey guys," ryujin pats yeji on the shoulder, sitting between her and lia. you sit in the seat next to yeji, leaning back and smiling at your older friends. as they begin talking you just take out your phone and headphones, opting to listen to music and scroll through twitter rather than join in.

as you start your playlist you hear the chair next to you scraping against the floor. with only a glance over your shoulder you see han jisung, laughing with some friends as they all sit at your table. you try to bite back a smile as he sits next to you, turning his attention from minho and felix to you.

"hey, you're here early," he beams down at you, opening the drink he just bought and handing it to you to have a sip. you shrug and set your phone down, taking your earbuds out as you sit up straighter and take the bottle.

"yeah, some stuff happened in class today, ryujinnie and i-"

"oh my god, y/n, ryujin! you should have seen, it was so great!" you hear chaeryeong exclaim as her and jeongin come bounding towards your table. you chuckle and shake your head lightly as they plop down in seats across from you, gasping for their breaths through laughter.

the others all give them their full attention, curiosity in everyone's eyes. your partner in crime grins at them both, ready to hear what happened once you left, but you just watch jisung as he waits to hear what they have to say.

"after you guys left everyone pretty much said fuck it, we spent the rest of the class with everyone just throwing paper airplanes and the teacher totally just gave up! she sat there the whole time at her desk on her phone and just let us. it would have been sad if she wasn't such a bitch," jeongin shakes his head, cringing at the bitter memories of your teacher.

"ah, i had her, too! she was awful," jisung scrunches his nose, eyes coming back to you. he's a year older than you, meaning he's also a year ahead of you in school. "i must applaud you, as much as me and the others tried we never got her to actually give up. surprising since there were so many of us, really! you two did what me, seungmin, felix, hyunjin, yeji, and lia couldn't," he shakes his head a little, seeming amused yet proud of you.

you only smile up at him as the conversation continues around you.

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"GAH!" you feel someone jumping on you, hands on your shoulders. with seungmin being consideredably larger than you, you nearly topple over and try to grab onto the closest person to keep yourself up. you catch hyunjin by surprise as you do, his reaction being to practically scream and jump back when you try to grab his arm, swatting you off of him and hardly making it any easier for you.

"my god, you two are gonna kill one of these girls one day," chan shakes his head at the younger boys.

"min, that was unprovoked!" jisung tries to stop himself from laughing, hands on both of your arms to make sure you're steady. this is really pointless given that you've already stopped yourself from falling, barely assisted by hyunjinnie.

he ruffles your hair and scrunches his nose at you playfully. you're sure that you look up at him with hearts in your eyes, your face heating up just from being this close to the boy.

"gosh, my poor baby! just look at how red her face is, she's overwhelmed!" lia exclaims, stroking your hair gently from behind you, then turning to lightly hit seungmin on the chest. the rest of your group all laugh as her and yeji both begin lightly scolding seungmin and hyunjin.

with jisung still not moving, you only look up at him. a pretty smile takes over his face as he laughs at your guys' friends. you can't help yourself as you reach out to pinch one of his cheeks, your face heating up again as he looks at you with a pout.

"what was that for," he tries not to laugh, his bottom lip still sticking out. hiding your giddy expression, you shrug, turning to ryujin before he says anything else.

"did you ever get your phone back from the principal?"

"no!" she frowns deeply, crossing her arms and glaring towards the principals office. she had been forced to go all day without it when a teacher took it in first period. "i went to go get it last period but she said that since it's happened so many times she gets to keep it here all weekend. which, by the way, is a rule that i have never heard at this school!" she nearly shouts, and everyone in your friend group just stares at her.

"sorry, i'm just mad about my phone," she mumbles, arms crossed.

most of the group nods understandingly and returns to their conversations. but you look around and pull together a group of six; you, ryujin, chaeryeong, seungmin, jeongin, and jisung. they all look at you curiously as you motion for them to take a few steps away from everyone else.

"why don't we get your phone back? like, tonight," you look at each of them. they all consider it for a moment, ryujin the only one who doesn't look unsure. "no one will be here past eight. that's when even the last security guard gets tired and goes home, and we already know how to sneak into the office," you point between yourself and the other two girls.

"how?"

"why does that matter?"

"well, i mean, i'm just saying, i don't know how, so this is obviously something you did without me," jeongin grumbles, arms crossed and pouting childishly.

"god, hush up!" chaeryeong lightly smacks his head, not hard enough to actually hurt him. "bigger things are going on than when we hotboxed the office without you scrubs," she smirks, eyes on you now as she waits for you to continue.

the boys stare at you three in shock, seeming more offended than before. "the betrayal," jisung can't help but smile as he speaks, your heart racing you just smile and look away.

"anyways, it wouldn't be too hard. all we have to do is plan a little and come back around nine or something tonight. are you guys down? we can hotbox the office again?" you grin at them, knowing that's all it'll take to get them to agree.

and they all do.

"i would have been on board either way, hell yeah," jisung ruffles your hair, making your heart clench as you giggle and push his hand away.

"on board for what?"

chan, yeji, and lia all walk up to you, curious and already suspecting something bad. the three of them are easily the most parent-like friends in your group. they all tend to try to steer you and the others away from trouble, and you know they wouldn't love this plan. 'just be patient instead,' they would no doubt tell ryujin. the six of you know that's much less fun, though.

"nothing. just sungie and minnie agreeing to help us four with an assignment this weekend," you smile at your older friends. they eye you suspiciously but let it go, deciding that ignorance is bliss.

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"jesus, han, please let me drive back," ryujin shakes her head, fixing her hoodie as you climb out of han's car.

"no way, i'm not that bad! besides, you probably have road rage and i don't fuck with that," he dangles the keys in front of her before shoving them in his pocket.

"he's not that bad," you assure ryujin. she looks at you as if saying 'of course you think so,' and you three continue towards the school gate to meet the other half of your group.

you and ryujin came with jisung, only because he lives closer to you guys. and seungmin lives much closer to jeongin and chaeryeong, so you guys are meeting them at the front gate.

as you guys walk up to the tall gate, you can already see seungmin, jeongin, and chaeryeong come down on the other side. ryujin is quick to jump onto it, grinning down at the three already inside your campus.

"can't believe you guys started without us! how lame!"

"well, when you guys take forever," seungmin responds, offering your friend a hand as she comes down on their side.

"blame mr. grandpa driver over there," she lazily nods in jisung's direction, letting the older boy help her land softly. the four of them wait for you and han as he only rolls his eyes, offering you a boost to climb up.

you let him help you and the two of you make your way over the gate quickly, landing with your friends with ease.

"okay, so we all know where the piggy's office is," chaeryeong speaks up, pulling her beanie down as you all look to her. "i know how to pick locks, so i'll take care of that. after, it would be easiest to leave through the window, it leaves us closer to where we parked and it's just quicker. also it's more fun to leave the window open to let her know someone was in there. sounds like a nice big 'fuck you' to me," she smiles sweetly.

the principal tends to be a bit of a bully. she's been rude to each of your friends on multiple occasions, even the sweetest ones. so it's not like you guys are doing this only for fun. or only the get ryujinnie's phone. she also deserves it, which is why you and the other girls have done it before too.

you guys all head for the office, your steps hurried and quiet just in case anyone is still on campus. it's unlikely, but you all still wanted to be careful.

once you reach the door to the principals office, all of you stand behind chaeryeong and wait for her to get the door open. it only takes her a minute to get it, and she pulls the pins out of the keyhole and pushes the door open.

"hurry up, everyone," she smiles, pushing each of you in gently. she enters last, closing and locking the door behind her as you and ryujin go straight for the desk.

"this one," ryujin mumbles as she reaches for one of the drawers. you help her rummage through it in search of her phone, eventually finding it under a stack of papers and folders. "bitch," she grumbles while slamming the drawer shut, flopping down into the principals chair and pulling her backpack off her shoulders.

unzipping her bag, ryujin begins pulling out the essentials for you guys to hotbox the office as planned. you and chae begin going around the office to close the vents and make sure the windows are closed. the guys all watch as you prepare, only finding it funny that you guys are so used to this.

"so how often do you guys break in here?" jisung questions. you shrug and pull your sweater off, stuffing it under the door to close the gap. hannie's eyes travel over you, now only in a black top and shorts, a smile tugging at his lips as you straighten back up.

"not often... but often enough to know what the fuck we're doing," ryujin speaks from behind the desk, comfortably rolling a couple blunts in the principals chair. everyone gravitates closer to her, you and chaeryeong sitting on the desk and the guys hovering around the desk and the windows behind it.

"i still can't believe you guys do this without me. the other two losers i can understand, but come on! i'm in the same year as you guys, that's supposed to mean solidarity," jeongin complains, coming to rest his chin on chae's shoulder and watch ryujin work on the blunts.

"yah, these two 'losers' are your seniors, innie, watch it," seungmin scolds playfully, stepping closer to pull the younger boys hair lightly. jeongin sits up and pouts, rubbing his head in fake pain.

"oh, both of you stop. i get why they wanted to hang out without us. we're fucking annoying," jisung smacks them both in the back of the head, sitting next to you on the desk afterwards. you gaze up at him with a grin, your heart speeding up just like always as he comes closer to you.

he notices your stare, letting his eyes move down to meet yours. "hi," he smiles cutely, patting your head.

"hi," you manage to respond, looking back to your other friends and trying to remember to breathe as he pulls your head onto his shoulder, his arm resting across your shoulders.

ryujin finishes rolling three blunts, passing them to whoever has their lighter out already. jisung, ryujin, and seungmin end up with them and they share with whoever they stand closest to. you share with jisung, ryujin shares with jeongin, and seungmin shares with chaeryeong.

as all three blunts are lit up and all six of you begin taking hits, the room slowly but surely fills with smoke.

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"ah! oh, oh my god!" you all gasp for your breath through laughter nearly an hour after you start smoking. jisung rolls around on the floor and usually you'd call him extra to joke around more, but now you're right there with him as everyone else clutches onto some sort furniture or something to keep themselves up.

"s-stop my stomach hurts!" chaeryeong cries out, still giggling through it all. jeongin tries to sit up in the principals chair, failing as he collapses in more laughter. seungmin sits across from him in a chair, one that students sit in when they come to visit the principal, the two of them enacting some sort of scene where jeongin imitates the principal.

usually you guys would all laugh at the joke and move on, but given that everyone is high as shit right now, it's been the joke you guys have been dying at for the last twenty minutes. all of you try to catch your breaths as your laughter starts dying down, everyone finally calming down.

"oh, fuck," ryujin gasps, suddenly sitting up in her spot and looking towards the door. you all look too, silent as you wait for her to say more. "i just heard footsteps!" she looks at all of you, eyes wide and ready to leave already. all of you must be paranoid or something, because not one of you questions her. instead you all jump into action, speaking in hushed voices as you all make sure you have everything.

when everyone thinks they have all of their stuff, you all gather by one window and wait for chaeryeong to get it open. the footsteps become louder and clearer as she picks the lock, cursing out loud at the fact that your school had to make sure it couldn't be opened without a key even inside. once she hears the locks shift she pulls the bobby pins out, sliding the window open quickly.

"shit, everyone go!" seungmin speaks as jeongin crawls through first, the two helping everyone get out and on the ground safely. but just as it's your turn, you realize what you're forgetting.

"oh god, my hoodie," you meet eyes with jisung, and he moves aside to let you rush to grab it, telling seungmin to go while he waits for you. bending over to snatch your sweater from it's spot on floor, you can hear the last couple of footsteps before the person stops. in front of the door. you come up as the lock begins to click, a key being inserted to unlock it.

"i swear, it stinks in here," you hear a voice. straightening back up, you clutch your sweater to your chest and slowly back up. it feels like you black out, your heart is pounding and you can't think of exactly what you should do. you don't hear it, but jisung is quietly calling for you to hurry up and climb out of the window already.

before you can process anything properly, you feel a hand grab you and drag you into the open door to the left, a small room full of filing cabinets which you guys were goofing around in not long ago. now jisung is pulling you into it, closing the door just as the other one swings open, the schools principal walking in.

"oh, shit," the principal groans, the door slamming. han still has you in his arms, his chest to your back and a hand over your mouth. your try to look back at him, but you can't turn around fully in his arms, so you just listen to the woman on the other side of the door swearing some more.

"god, those stupid kids must have been in here again! it smells like god damn marijuana and my window is wide open! that's just rude, if you ask me," she grumbles to someone, probably on the phone. "i should really drop by on weekends more often, try to catch them! i'm sure this hasn't been the only time and probably won't be the last... i find this out all because i forgot my ipod."

she must have put the phone on speaker, because as she goes through a drawer you can barely hear a girls voice respond to her. "stop, mom, if nothing is missing then it's fine! leave those high schoolers alone, already... and stop using an ipod you have a phone for that!"

you and jisung almost bust out laughing, his hand on your mouth keeping yours contained and one of your hands going to cover his. the principal tries arguing, but her daughter keeps telling her she's wrong in some way. as the fight continues, she leaves the office.

both of you take your hands from each other's faces, neither of you stepping away from each other as you wait. "think she'll come back?" you glance back at him, shaking your head slightly as his eyes stare into yours.

"probably not, she's lazy. i'm surprised she came back for her ipod," you pause for a moment, still looking up at him. you two struggle to look away from each other for a moment, your mind blurring as he licks his lips.

suddenly one of your phones starts ringing, the sound making you flinch away from him. both of you search for your phones in your pockets, pulling them out and seeing that it's your phone.

"hey, we just saw her car leaving! are you guys coming down or what?" chaeryeong's voice comes through the phone. you put her on speaker for jisung to hear, opening the door and walking back into the office.

"small problem with that..." you sigh as you see the window is closed. "she closed the window. and locked it," you try without success to push it open anyways, han coming to stand next to you as you both peer out of the window.

"well, shit. it wouldn't be a problem... if i didn't lose my bobby pins climbing out," your friend sighs. you can hear the others all yelling and groaning in the background, chaeryeong whining as they do. "i'm sorry, y/n and jisung! i'll have min drive us to go get some, we'll be back, don't move!" she hangs up after that, leaving you and jisung stuck in the office.

"no clue where we'd go, but okay," jisung sighs, running a hand through his hair.

you look over at him and can't seem to hold back the laughter bubbling in your chest, one hand over your face as your try harder. he looks down at you, confused but still smiling. "what?" he questions cutely.

"i don't even know," you gasp. "just... this is so funny for some reason," you realize suddenly that you're still high, nearly falling over as you lean against the window. he stares down at you, starting to find the humor in it as he watches you, and soon enough he finds it hard not to laugh too.

"i-i think we're still a little fucked up," jisung manages to get out, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you lightly as he continues laughing.

"no shit, sungie," you reach up to smush his cheeks with both of your hands, giggling even more at his face as you do. he takes your wrists and brings your hands away from his face, his laughter fading as he gazes down at you.

"i like when you call me that. it sounds better coming from your mouth than other people," his charming smile and deep voice nearly kill you. he chuckles a little when all you do is stare up at him, admiration and longing in your eyes.

"stop," you whine in embarrassment as he lets go of your wrists. you bring your hands up to feel your cheeks, your skin much warmer than usual as you blush.

"no way," he mumbles before letting one of his hands come to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him for a kiss. you gasp a little as his lips touch yours, the way his mouth moves over yours making your knees weak.

han's other hand goes to your lower back, tugging you against him. when he pulls back from the kiss, you look up at him, feeling happiness buzzing through you.

you don't think you've ever been this close to jisung, not like this. maybe standing together in a crowd, or sitting next to each other in a packed car. but never with his arms actually around you, with his face hardly centimeters away from yours. your heart pounds because of it.

"you know i've liked you for like, a while now, right?" he asks you softly, resting his forehead on yours. you're not sure what to say, you don't usually do well with talking about your feelings for someone, not to that person. you just lean forward to leave small kisses against the skin on his neck, hoping he'll get it from that.

he chuckles as your lips move against him. "i know you've liked me too. jeonginnie has a big mouth." you move back with a pout.

"what?! how long have you known..." you whine, bringing your arms around him and nuzzling your head in his chest. his chest vibrates with his small laugh, teasingly pinching at your hips.

"not too long... a week or so..." you're able to hear his grin in his voice, your heart swelling as his hands begin moving up and down your back. "i just was too scared to bring it up until now, i guess," he brings two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him again. "i have no clue why, now i wish i kissed you a lot sooner."

you feel yourself melt as he gazed down at you, eyes closing as he moves to catch your lips on his again. as his tongue slips into your mouth, he steps backwards, not letting your mouths disconnect as he moves towards the principals chair.

you two part for only a second as he sits down, guiding you onto his lap, you both giggle at each other giddyly. he doesn't hesitate to bring your lips back to his, smirking through the kiss. arms tightening around your waist, he hugs you close to him as you explore each other mouths.

after making out for a few minutes, he moves down to your neck, hands moving up and down your thighs and gripping your ass every so often. a choked moan slips from your lips as he sucks and nips at a spot near your collarbone, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stop any more from coming out.

jisung leans back slightly, his expression smug and eyes hooded as he stares up at you. "did you just moan?" he asks, amused and letting his hands roam over your body.

"no," your face heats up and you pout a little. one of his eyebrows goes up, that cockiness still very evident in his grin. "shut up," you mumble, putting your head on his shoulder. you leave a small kiss where his neck and shoulder meet, your own grin growing slightly.

"i'm sure i could get you to moan, too, sung," you chuckle a little, one of your hands going to play with his waistband. you see his eyebrows go up, eyes wide as his breath catches.

"wha- ...here..?"

you hold back more laughter, leaning back and nodding before going to kiss his lips again. he eagerly kisses you back, one hand on your hips and the other tangled in your hair at the back of your head. as you kiss him you can feel him pulling you closer to him, your body already pressed against his, just trying to be as close to you as possible.

hands roaming his body, you can feel his hard chest under the soft material of his shirt. both of you smile as you make out, this moment long awaited for each of you. your hands go under his shirt, cold fingers making him shiver and dig his own fingers into your hips. you hum quietly as he moves to leave hickies on your neck and collarbone, his hands tugging lightly at your shorts.

he pushes you back from him gently, gazing up at you with a smirk. "stand up, baby," he speaks huskily. you obey him without second thought, standing in front of him and letting him pull your shorts down. his lower lip goes between his teeth as he eyes you, hands slowly coming up to slip under your top, removing that next.

only in your bra and underwear now, you go to your knees and start unbuttoning his black jeans. you look up at him through your lashes, smiling innocently as he watches you tug his pants off, hips lifting slightly to help you.

his head falls back and he tries to hold back a throaty moan, failing terribly, when you bring one of your hands to rub him over his boxers. in no time he's panting and fully hard under your hand, so you take his cock out of his boxers and give him a mischievous look before licking a long stripe from his base to his tip.

he lets out a loud moan as you wrap your lips around his head, sucking and swirling your tongue. "ah, shit..." he swears breathlessly. "get the fuck up here already," he growls, pulling you back up on to his lap and roughly attaching his lips to yours.

one hand tangled in your hair, the other travels up your thigh to your panties, thumb finding your clit immediately. you moan into his mouth as he rubs circles over the material, the friction from the lace only adding to the sensation.

two of his fingers go to push your underwear to the side, rubbing up and down your folds to feel how wet you already are. you almost have to pull back from the kiss when he pushes a finger inside you, but his hand at the back of your head keeps you in place, his tongue still in your mouth.

after pumping in and out of you for a moment he adds one more finger, this time letting you pull away to whine and put your head on his shoulder, chuckling as you do. "what, babygirl? what's the matter," he coos, his tone smug and proud under the fake concern.

"fuck jisung, please," you breathe.

"please what, sweetheart," he speaks monotonously, forcing you to look at him, one hand on your neck. he doesn't apply any pressure, but even just the feeling of his hand on your throat is almost enough to make you moan again.

"please fuck me already."

he grins up at you, taking his finger from inside you and lifting your hips to line his dick with your entrance. his nails dig into your skin as he pulls you down onto him, both of you moaning loudly as he fills you completely.

he gives you a second to adjust, your head buried in his neck, before slowly dragging your hips against his. panting, he lets his head rest on your shoulder, eyes closed and still holding onto your hips tightly.

you moan and whine as you feel him moving inside you, hitting all the right spots. he lifts his head to look at you, leaving a kiss on your jaw as he brings one hand to unclip your bra, shocking you that he can even do it with one hand. you don't time have to react though, jisung smashing his lips to yours and his hands moving over your body, stopping to massage your boobs as you ride him.

pleasure washes over your body, making it hard for you to keep up a decent pace. he smiles as you still try, eventually wrapping his arms around you and standing up, setting you down on the desk instead.

his lips touch yours as he starts thrusting into you, slowly building up his pace until you're clinging onto him tightly as he snaps his hips against your quickly, moaning into his shoulder.

"oh, fuck," he groans. "i can't believe you're letting me fuck you at school," his voice is breathy as he continues pounding into you quickly. "right here on the principals desk... what a little slut," he smirks, pulling you by the hair to force you to look at him.

you whine as his eyes burn into you, one thumb moving to rub at your clit. "only for me though, isn't that right, baby? you'll only be my little slut from now on, huh?" you nod and moan pathetically, eyes closing as he keeps a firm grip on your hair.

"keep your fucking eyes open," he mutters, his hand going from your hair to your neck. this time he tightens his fingers around your throat lightly, you forcing your eyes open as he does. he lets out a throaty moan when you clench around him, already feel your high approaching quickly.

"you're gonna cum already, aren't you?" he chuckles as you try to get out a 'yes', the hand on your heat goes to pull one of your legs around his waist, making you cry out loudly as he hits a new, deeper spot inside you.

he grunts while pounding into you, doubting he'll last much longer either as you keep tightening around his cock. his hand tightens even more, his lip between his teeth as he watches your face, your eyes struggling to stay open as the knot in your core builds and builds.

"ji, i-" you just barely manage to get out, cut off by your orgasm when you feel him hit your spot once more. he groans and curses as you cum around him, quickly pulling out and pumping himself a few times until he releases as well.

his cum lands on your thighs and the desk underneath you, both of you out of breath as he loosens his grip on your throat. you lick your lips and glance down at his white seed on the dark-colored wood. giggling lightly, your eyes going back to jisung to see him smiling affectionately down at you.

"here," he reaches for the box of tissues on the other side of the desk, taking a few and wiping your legs and the desk clean before throwing them away. next, he hands you your clothes off of the floor and gathers his own, pulling his jeans and shirt back on as you start getting dressed again too.

once you're both fully dressed again, he pulls you into his arms for a warm hug. he sighs happily hearing your soft laughter, slightly muffled by his shirt.

"please say i can tell everyone that you're my girlfriend now," he mumbles, cheek smushed against your hair. you take a step back, beaming at him as you nod slightly.

"please do."

his face lights up and he can feel his heart flutter, grinning happily down at you. one of his hands comes up to your cheek, caressing your facing gently as he leans down to leave a sweet kiss on your lips.

you feel as if you're glowing as your mouths move against each other, the only thing you're able to pay attention to is jisung. which is why you hardly notice as the door to the office swings open, chaeryeong knealing on the carpet and everyone else huddled together behind her.

"oh, shit!" you hear seungmin exclaim loudly, making you and han flinch apart, seeing them all standing there in shock. there's a long pause where you all just look at each other, no one knowing what to say.

"well, fuck," ryujin speaks up first. "finally!" everyone nods and mutters in agreement, you just rolling your eyes as the boy next to you laughs lightly, putting an arm around you and guiding you out of the office.

"k, guys, let's go," jisung chuckles, walking past your friends and down the hall towards the school exit.

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Knock, Knock. Part 9.

Series Summary: You are a really good friend of the Padaleckis. Your apartment gets infested with all kinds of problems, so you have to move in with your friends for a couples of days. Little did you know who you would run into while staying there.

Chapter Summary: Let’s just say there is a surprise in this one.

Pairing: (single) Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Bloody Nose, and Fluff.

Word Count: 5001 (issa long one, but worth it;))

A/N: Let me know if the link doesn’t work. Also made a long one for you guys! Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!!!

Part 9:

It was about 10 am on a Saturday. It had been 1 week and 6 days since Jensen had left. Which meant he was coming home tomorrow.

You had spent that time alone getting familiar with the house, but steering clear of his room. Privacy and all.

You had added a few hints of your own decoration around the house. Mainly just plants here and there to make it homey, and a dash of color every other spot to liven up the grey and white decorations. Other than that the only thing that you changed drastically was your own room.

You added a red oriental rug to your room with a white outline. Your bed had a huge fluffy white comforter on it with a nice light pink shaded quilt that your grandma had actually made you when you were born. Then added some throw pillows of multiple colors to bring even more colors into your white room. You also added some colorful lamps and bought a few sitting chair you found at the local thrift store that you refurbished and reupholstered. Lastly, you did something that may have pushed the limit, but honestly you were proud of it. After much convincing from Gen you decided to build your own vanity/desk in to the wall.

You may have been on Pinterest a few hours too long, and had one too many glasses of wine with your bestie when you found the idea. You decided if he didn’t like it you could fix it after, but it really wasn’t a bad add-on to the room. He wasn’t using the room before hand, and if you did move out at some point, it could be used as a guest room, and it would be convenient to the guest. Also, your room didn’t have a bathroom. It was across the hall. This way you didn’t have to leave your room to do your makeup or beauty routine.

Jensen was coming home tomorrow, so after waking up and making a nice breakfast you debated on working out or cleaning the house. It wasn’t really messy, but you weren’t sure how he would react to the small changes. You had texted him every once in a while to check with things here and there, but some changes you didn’t tell him about. Hence the vanity.

You decided no work out for now, and you also needed a shower. Hopping in the shower you took your time to relax. You had a long week at work, and also were trying to settle things with your old apartment about refunds and other aggravating things. Let’s not even mention your ex calling you multiple times a day saying he wanted to ‘talk.’

Talk my ass.

You got out of the shower, and wrapped your hair in a towel after wrapping one around yourself. You stepped out of the humid and fog filled room, and marched over to your room. You shut the door for privacy, even though you were home alone. It was a reflex after living with a roommate for so long.

Quickly, after arriving in your room you saw your phone lighting up. Seeing who was calling you cussed under your breath.

“This dick again? For fucks sake take a hint dude!” you said throwing the phone on the bed, and walking to your dresser for clothes.

It started ringing again.

“What now?” you said walking over to your bed towel clutched to your chest.

Dipshit. (what you had his name under in your phone now).

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you were tired of it and knew it wouldn’t stop so you answered. “What the hell do you want?!”

“Y/N! Oh, thank God you answered. Listen I need-“

“I don’t give a shit what you NEED! Stop CALLING!” you shouted before ending the call and throwing it to your bed again. “Asshole.”

That was the last string. You wanted a Saturday to yourself, but now you needed to punch something. Boxing it was. You walked to your dresser, and put on a pair of leggings, and one of your favorite sports bras.

You still had your hair up in a towel to dry some more, even though you know you were probably going to have to take another shower after your punching sesh.

The phone started buzzing and ringing once again.

“OH COME ON! That’s it Dipshit!” you answered the phone angrily. “WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Listen Y/N, I know you hate my guts, but please can you give me a chance to talk?”

“NO! There isn’t another chance! I know my worth, and you aren’t part of that equation, OK?!”

“Y/N/N-“

You walked over to your door needing to get your anger out sooner rather than later. Ready to head to the in-home gym.

“Go to Hell!” you shouted as you ended the call, and clenched onto it at your side. You let out a heavy breath before opening the door.

You saw a man standing there with his hand raised in a fist. Out of instinct you threw your right fist straight into the stranger’s face hearing a slight pop, but not knowing who it came from. You’re hand or the stranger’s face? The man grabbed his face with both hands in pain, and dropped the duffel bag in hand to the ground as he stumbled back.

Actually taking a second to recognize what was happening, you saw that it was Jensen, and he had been raising his hand to knock on the door.

“HOLY SHIT!” he yelled as he crumpled over and grabbed his nose.

“HOLY SHIT!” you yelled right after going to comfort him but stopping yourself with your hands out not wanting to scare him anymore. “OH MY GOD JENSEN! I am soooo sorry! Shit, I didn’t know you were home.”

“I was going to surprise you.” He mumbled out as he tried blinking away the pain and lifted his head, but kept a hand on his knee for support since he was still crouched over while the other grasp the pain.

“Shit, I just broke a guys face who gets paid to be pretty. Oh my God, really I am so sorry.” You said bending to his level to get a better look at the injury.

“It’s all good. I would say I’ve had worse, but damn… You have a nice hook sweetheart- Wait, did you say I was pretty?”

That brought a slight smile to your face, but you quickly brushed it off when you noticed the blood making its way down to his mouth.

“Forget that for right now, your bleeding. Here take this towel, and come sit on my bed.”

You took the black damp towel off your head, and handed it too him which he accepted quickly. You grabbed his elbow and ushered him into your room and sat him on your bed.

“Ok, tilt your head back slightly, and pinch your nose, and add as much pressure as you can without hurting it. I’m going to grab an ice pack.” You said running out.

Once you were out of the room, Jensen noticed the smell of the towel. It smelled like green apples. Your shampoo maybe? Whatever it was he liked it. It was nostalgic and sweet.

He took the moment alone to take in your newly decorated room as well. You had your turntable on the wall close to the door, and it looks like you were playing Eagles at some point because the record was still on it. That got a chuckle out of him, but then he cringed in pain at the movement in his face.

Next he noticed the décor. You had a plant here and there just like his living room and kitchen had now. He noticed that when he came into the house almost instantly. He also noticed the burst of colors in the room. It gave it character.

He walked over to the wall opposite of your bed that had pictures on pictures scattered of you with friends, and possible family members from the looks of it. There were pictures of landscapes and adventures that you had gone on at some point in your life. There was also abstract painting scattered every other spot. It was just a montage of what made you, you. Your smile was so bright in every picture, and you looked so content with life.

There was one picture in particular that caught his attention though. You were standing by what looked like a pier. The sun was setting behind you, and you had a head scarf on that looked like a headband wrapped through your hair and it was flowing in the wind. You were wearing a white sundress that hugged your body perfectly, but also flowed out in the wind. You were laughing at something, and looking right passed the camera. Probably someone behind them making you laugh. Your hands were on the rail behind you holding on, but you were leaning forward as if you were falling forward. Your smile was so bright, and your hair was slightly blowing in the wind with the scarf. You were glowing. That brought a smile to his own face, and he bared that pain it caused him in the nose because it made him happy to see you happy.

But happiness wasn’t what he heard when he came to your door. You were screaming to someone, and you sounded furious. His plan was to go to his room drop off his things then come knock on the door, but the yells persuaded him to stop then, and check if you were ok. Bringing us to this moment.

As he was looking at the picture intently, he heard you say something behind him.

“What was that?” he asked spinning around.

“I said, does it hurt?” you said bringing him the ice pack. “I heard something crack, and I wasn’t sure if it was my knuckle or your nose. Hopefully my knuckles…” you mumble the last part.

“I mean yes, it hurts, but I can bare it.” He grabbed the pack and placed it by the towel not sure if he wanted to remove it yet. Either for the smell, or that his nose could still be gushing.

“Here, let me see.” You said moving on your tip toes to get to his level, and move the towel slightly to look at the damage.

While you moved it you were so focused on the injury, you didn’t notice Jensen studying your face as you softly bit your lip to concentrate, not knowing you were doing so.

“Wow, she’s even more gorgeous up close…” he thought. “How is that possible? Jensen, get a hold of yourself.”

Before he could pull his thoughts from you, you had settled back to your height.

“I think it stopped bleeding. Here I’ll take the towel, and you put the ice pack on.”

“You sure know a lot about nosebleeds, and possible broken noses.”

“Well, when you grow up with a big brother, you most likely will get a bloody nose and a broken bone here or there.” You said taking the towel, and throwing it into the dirty laundry careful not to get blood on the other clothes.

“Were you the one doing the damage or was it the other way around.” He said laughing and then wincing at the coldness.

“Here let me get a washcloth.” You ran back to the bathroom, and wrapped the ice pack in a cloth. “There.”

“By the way I see it, you could do just as much trouble as any brother could.” He said motioning to his nose.

“Ha, yeah well I wasn’t one to get pushed around, and not turn around and return the pain.” You said crossing your arms across your chest. “I may have given my brother a black eye or two.”

“Well, maybe I should be hiring you for my bodyguard needs.” He said with a wink walking to your bed to sit on the edge.

You followed his lead, and sat close to him, really just to get a better look at him.

“Ha ha, well… If the pay is good.” You said shrugging and pulling a leg up on the bed. “Also, want to explain to me why you are back home so early?” you said slightly pushing his shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to be home for another 24 hours.”

“Yeah, well I could just sit at my apartment in Vancouver for another day by myself, or I could get an early flight here to surprise my new roomie.” He said chuckling. “Which now, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t surprise you anymore,” He said with raised eyebrow.

“You’re going to hold this over my head forever aren’t you. You realize, I’m going to be apologizing for this until the end of days, right?” you said with the raised eyebrow back.

“It’s fine really. You have good reflexes. No need to apologize for it.” He said looking back around the room. “I will also be holding over your head the fact you called me pretty too.” He said getting up and walking over curiously to the desk you built-in.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You said playing dumb.

“What’s this?” he said getting distracted by the vanity.

“Oh, I meant to tell you about that…” You said getting up and walking over hesitantly.

“This is so cool.” He said before you could try to defend your actions.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah! It’s like in the wall. Is this from ikea? Did you have someone come install it or something?” he said examining it.

“Um, no actually. I built, and installed it myself.” You said folding your arms behind your back.

“What?!” he said turning around extremely quick with shock on his face. “You did this? Did you buy the table and then just hang it up, or what?”

“No, actually I got the wood from this guy I know, measured it and sawed it accordingly. Then sanded it down, and stained it with a nice natural stain to bring out the grains in it. Then put a light clear coat on it for water resistance, and what not.” You walked over and smoothed a hand over your work, as you talked. “Then I bought the brackets, that are holding it up, on amazon, checked for the studs’ distance in the wall, drilled the holes, installed the brackets, then put the table on top. Now the mirror I got at TJ-max and just nailed it as centered as possible, and voila.” You said looking up to find an astonished look on Jensen’s face, and also how the ice pack had moved from his face and had fell at his side in his hand from the shock.

“What?” you said with a giggle.

“Ok, who are you? I feel like I don’t even know you.” He said motioning toward you.

You laughed again sitting at the table now.

“Well, not to brag or anything, but I may know a thing or two about carpentry.” You said winking and bringing a knee up to your chest in the chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Jared and I could have been using you this whole time for our table making contest.” He said throwing his hands around. “Oh my gosh! You could be our secret weapon!” he said pointing a finger at you.

“That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you.” You said getting a confused look from him. “I’m not doing your contest for you!” you laughed getting up and going to grab the ice pack from his hand. “That’s your own problem.” You said taking the ice pack, and putting it back on his nose.

Once, again he was stuck staring into those beautiful Y/E/C eyes, and you were returning the look. Now he had to ask the question that he was scared to, but he needed to know who could bring such anger to those eyes.

“Who were you yelling at earlier?”

That broke the gaze of each other, and made you look down and move back to your bed.

“Uh, no one important.” You said avoiding eye contact.

“That didn’t sound like no one.”

“Like I said no one important.” You said shrugging.

“If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to.” He said after a pause. He forgot about the ice pack, and walked over to your bed putting a hand on your shoulder. “Just know, if you need to talk to someone, I’m willing to listen.” He said bringing your eyes to meet him with the sincerity in his voice.

“Thanks Jensen.” You said with a smile. “Actually, this whole punching you in the face thing got my mind off of it.”

“Glad I could help then.” He said with a goofy smile getting a laugh out of you. He loved being the reason for that laugh.

“Honestly, I was going to go beat up the punching bag in the gym you have here. Hence the fact I just realized I am literally in a sports bra and leggings in front of you right now.” You said noticing your exposed self, and moving to try to cover a little.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” He said with a smirk looking you up and down.

“JENSEN!” you said playfully shoving him.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” he said throwing his hand in the air in surrender. He really didn’t mind the way you looked right now though. Damp messy hair, but smells amazing, and the hot workout clothes. He could get use to this. “Please don’t punch me again!” he said standing up moving to the door slowly, hands still raised.

“I can’t promise that.” You said with a grin.

“Well, in that case I am going to go unpack, and then you can let me know about all the other changes you made to the place.”

“Sounds good.” You giggled. “Are you sure you are ok Jens?”

“I’ll be fine…” he said grabbing his bag. “But I think you owe me some of your famous biscuits and gravy as an apology.” He said pointing a finger gun at you.

“It’s the least I could do.” You said shooting it back and laughing.

“Ok, I’ll meet you downstairs in 20 minutes.”

“See you there!” you shouted before he left.

You looked around your room, and let out a big sigh. “What am I going to do about this man?”

Just like you were getting to him, he was getting to you.

You decided to throw on a sweatshirt before heading downstairs. It was actually the one you wore the day you and Jensen met. The big grey sweatshirt with the embroidered Oklahoma in red on the front.

You made your way to the kitchen, and decided to start making the biscuits and gravy for lunch while Jensen unpacked. You had gotten as far as browning the meat, and starting on the biscuits batter as you saw him make his way down the stairs.

“Took you long enough.” You chuckled adding the last ingredient before putting your hands in the batter to knead it all together.

“Sorry, I had more dirty clothes then I thought I did.”

“Fair enough.”

By now he was waltzing into the kitchen and taking in a deep breath of the smells, as he made his way to you, and stood directly across from you on the other side of the island you were working at.

“Oh, that smells heavenly.”

“What can I say? It’s a specialty of mine.” You said shrugging and putting your attention back to your task at hand.

Jensen watched as you worked your magic, and a grin started to creep on his face because of how content and graceful you looked.

You looked up suddenly remembering the damage of his nose.

“How’s it looking?”

“What looking?” he said caught off guard from his staring trance thinking you had caught him in the act.

“Your nose dork. What else?” you giggled moving your hair out of your face with your forearm trying to avoid getting flour in it.

“Oh that? Uh, the swelling went down, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it started changing colors tomorrow honestly.” He said wiggling his nose a little. “You got me pretty good.”

“Again, I am so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing Y/N/N. Really, I’m fine.” He said putting a hand on your arm then quickly moving it away as if something shocked him. “What about you? How’s your hand?”

“Oh, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” You shrugged off.

“So it is something?”

“I mean a good bruise yeah, but broken or anything? Not even close.” You said trying to hide your hand further in the batter.

“Y/N…”

“What?”

“Let me see.”

“It’s nothing really.”

“Y/N.”

“Jensen.”

“Y/N.”

“Fine, fine.” You pulled your hand out and waved it in front of him before quickly putting it back in the bowl. “See just fine.”

“Let me see that.” He said grabbing your hand out of the bowl by your wrist. “Go wash this off so I can get a better look at ‘em.”

You were about to argue being the stubborn person you were, but Jensen shot you a look before you could get any words out. You let out a huff of air before walking over, and washing them quickly.

You hesitantly placed your hand out for him to see.

“Y/N, what are all these scraps and bruises? That couldn’t have been from one punch to my face.” He said holding your hand and turning to see all the bumps and scrapes. “What have you been doing? Fighting gangs in alleys or something?”

“It’s been a really stressful week, and a couple years back I realized the best way for me to get my anger and frustration out is boxing.”

“Are you wrapping your hands up?”

“Yeah, sometimes it only helps so much.”

“Then you aren’t wrapping them right.”

“Jensen, I’ve done it for a couple of years now. I think I can wrap my hands the right way by now.” You said taking your hand back and examining it yourself.

“Ok, next time you go show me how you do it. Maybe I can show you my way, and it will work better.”

“You box?”

“Why else do you think there is a bag in the home gym?” You raised and eyebrow at him. “I have frustrations too that I need to let out sometimes. That’s beside the point though.” You went back to needing the dough. It was almost done. “What has you so worked up, huh? Maybe you just need to vent about it. You know, talk?” He said.

“I’ve tried venting, and that only goes so far. Gen and I have talked about the…” you paused figuring out how you wanted to word it. “issue, that’s been getting on my nerves recently, but that only works me up more.” You chuckled and started balling up the biscuits and putting them on to sheet to bake. “You would think a woman with a counseling degree would know how to work with her emotions, but guess not.”

“Hey, we all need a good punch every once in a while to unwind.” He said breaking the tension in the room.

“Yeah, I guess.”

There was silence as you finished the batter and put it in the oven. As you walked over to the island separating you two, you saw Jensen watching you. You put both elbows on the counter and propped your head up with your hands.

“Next step, Gravy.” You said with a small smile, and he returned it. “Wanna see how I make the magic?” he nodded his head excitedly, and you stepped him through the process.

By the time you had added the flour, and milk to the grease from the sausage you had to keep a constant stir with it or it would burn. You kept up small talk about his trip, and also about the small changes you made around the house, when your phone started ringing.

“Can you check who that is for me? Gen said she would call around this time to tell me her plans for tonight.” You said nodding your head to your phone.

Jensen walked over to the other side of the island and picked up the phone.

“Who is it?” you said turning your attention back to the food.

“Someone named Dipshit. How rude of their parents to give them a name like that...” He said chuckling.

You whipped your head around, but Jensen didn’t see. Without thinking he answered it.

“Y/N’s phone.” He said with a goofy smile until he saw your face of pure shock. He immediately was curious now as too who he was talking to.

“Who is this? Y/N? Where the hell is Y/N?” your ex screamed over the phone.

You were trying to get away from the stove, but you also didn’t want to burn the house down.

“Y/N is a little busy right now, can I take a message?” Jensen said noticing your frenzy and wanting to know why this guy was making you act this way. Could he be the reason for all your stress lately?

“Um, no you can’t ‘take a message.’ Listen dick, this is Y/N’s boyfriend! Give her the phone right now!” he yelled through the phone loud enough you heard it.

“Jensen give me the phone, and take over the gravy.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Listen here ‘dick’, I’m not so sure you’re who you say you are. By the name Y/N has you in her phone, it doesn’t look too good for you.” Jensen said getting further from you, wanting to stand up for you.

“JENSEN.” You whispered yelled.

“Who is this?!” your ex screamed again. “If you don’t put me on the phone with Y/N right now, I’m gonna-“

“You’re gonna what? You gonna come hunt me down and fight me?” Jensen mocked. “I sure would love that. Please do yourself the favor of coming over and embarrassing yourself.”

You decided you had enough. You dropped everything and ran over to Jensen grabbing the phone out of his hand, and pushing him to the stove. You pointed harshly at the gravy, and gave him the death glare to go keep the job up. He put his hands in surrender, and did as instructed, but he kept his eyes on you the whole time. He had noticed how your shoulders tensed at the name once he said it, and he saw them tense even more as you answered the phone.

“What do you want?” you said bluntly.

Jensen couldn’t hear the other man on the phone, but heard your responses.

“I already told you, I want nothing to do with you. As far as I’m concerned, you never existed.”

Pause.

“Too bad isn’t it. You should have thought about that when-“ you paused and looked at Jensen before turning your back to him and whispering into the phone. “you screwed another woman.”

Pause.

“Why does it matter if I’m with another guy?”

Pause.

“OH, so you if you aren’t with someone than that automatically means I can’t be happy? You know what, it’s not even fucking like that! I don’t have to explain myself to you! Stop FUCKING calling! I’m blocking your number. I’m over this. I’m putting myself first!” you angrily hung up the phone with force, and turned back toward Jensen. You let out a huff that blew the piece of hair that had fallen in your face during the screaming fight.

After a pause, and allowing yourself to take a breather, you looked up to see those emerald green eyes sketched with worry and concern.

“You good?”

“Why did you answer it?”

“Your hands were full, and I honestly thought it was a friend you had a weird name in your phone for.”

“Well, as you could tell, it wasn’t.” you sassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” He said like a kicked puppy going back to the gravy. “If I’m honest though he did sound like a dipshit.” He mumbled to himself, but you heard it.

A slight grin made its way to your face even through all the anger. You walked closer to him and stood by the stove with him, but still stayed a good 3-4 feet apart.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be getting mad at you.” You sighed looking at the mixture he was stirring still, but he was looking at you. “I should be getting mad at myself for not blocking that assholes number earlier.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy. I also shouldn’t have put myself in it too.” He shrugged.

“Actually, if you didn’t I probably would have let him call me more times than I needed before I ever truly ended it.”

He just looked up at you, and slowly after you made the eye contact as well.

Your face was flushed with red from the embarrassment, and anger. Your hair was falling in your face in a messy way after you had put it in a low messy bun to keep it from getting in the food. You were leaning on the counter with your hip, and had your arms crossed. You were stunning, and were really not trying at all. He knew because he just saw you blow up and walk away from it moments ago.

“Sorry-“ he started.

You put a hand on his forearm causing him to look at the contact before looking back at you.

“Don’t. Really. I’m good. It actually lifted a weight off my shoulder.” You looked down at the gravy getting side tracked and noticing it was seconds from being done. “Here, I’ll do this. You go get the biscuits out of the oven. Let’s get our mind off this for a few seconds, and I’ll explain what that whole…mess was about.” You gave him a soft smile, and he returned it following what he was told to do.

Great. Now you were going to have to have the “Ex talk” with him. Just what every girl wants to have with a guy she likes. Let alone lives with.

Part 10

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