#stressed out of my mind by the time my finals came around to the point that i could no longer bring myself to care
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this entire year has been flop after flop why am i losing so bad your honor i am literally just some guy
#im yapping u can move on if u dont wanna hear my life story#first i get nuked by stomach pains when i go to visit my friends#something that had been ongoing for years but#my best friend convinces me to see a doctor that year#my condition deteriorates no matter what meds they put me on#i finally get a more invasive exam that shows my intestines were inflamed#i get put on fucking steroids that fuck me up physically and emotionally#i go through multiple med school exams after spending months in crippling pain#pain so bad id be bedridden for hours#got 6 weeks of migraines near daily#sometimes multiple in a day#stressed out of my mind by the time my finals came around to the point that i could no longer bring myself to care#bc i was sure id fail no matter how hard i studied#visit my friends again bc somehow its already winter again#am a nervous wreck all the time and retreat into my phone#but also hate myself for not spending what little time i had fully present#constantly worn out and exhausted bc my meds are barely working#and id found out i was allergic to a lot of things so i was cutting a lot of things out of my diet#lmfao it was so bad my weight still hasnt recovered but yeah i come back i start 3rd year#the toll the last year had taken on my mental health finally registers#i become too depressed to study for my hardest module yet#UGH THATS SO CRINGE JUST SIT DOWN AND STUDY??#but nothing was sticking on god#anyway im sure ive failed#and la salud mental no es bien or soemthing idk i havent taken spanish in 3 years#anyway deep sigh i just stay losing#i cant believe im in like four fucking research projects and classes and trying to work on myself this shit sucks balls#and clinical rotations...#lord just strike me down
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Remember Me?
Pairing: ExNerd!Miguel OâHara X fem!civillainreader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut with Plot, Praise, Unprotected Penetrative Sex (wrap it before you tap it), , Oral, Cowgirl, Missionary. You and Miguel make a mess...
Summary: Miguel has changed a lot since high school, but one thing remains the same...how he feels about you.
A/N: I have been trying to write about Miguel for weeks now! Every time I get close to finishing something for him I reread it and hate it! So I am posting this before I can change my mind! I hope you all enjoy I tried my best!
Word Count: 6,823
Part 2: coming soon....
âPfftâŚI can't believe this is real; this canât be real!â Gwen keeps repeating to herself, trying to stifle back her laughter.Â
âI know! I couldnât believe my eyes when Peter showed me but here it is!â Miles agrees; Pav quickly slings his arm around Miles for a better look.  Â
âTake a look at the specks on him. Did you know he needed glasses?âÂ
âFlip to the club photo. Now, that will shock you all.âÂ
At Hobies request the teens quickly start flipping through pages. The sound of flipping pages and then the sudden bursting of laughter from the small huddle was something Miguel could no longer ignore. Miguel wasnât sure why the teens and Peter were in his office. But since the events with the spot and some well-deserved apologies, Miguel, in the teen's words, âChilled out,â and now they seem to hang out around him more. Meaning they are often now in his office⌠Miguel, of course, tried to appear as indifferent as possible to this change of pace, though He had to admit it was somewhat nice to have the cheerful ambiance that came with them... Hell, sometimes they could make him chuckle; Miles was actually pretty funny. But, of course, he keeps these things to himself.Â
Miguel makes his way to the huddle to see what could possibly be so enthralling. When he sees what's causing their uproar, his blood runs cold, freezing him dead in his tracks.
IsâŚ.thatâŚhisâŚ.yearbookâŚ
It was turned to his picture and plan as the day under his unrecognizable photo was his name. So there was no getting out of this saying it wasnât himâŚ
âMiguel, is this really you?â Miles questions pointing to the picture.Â
âMust be his name right there,â Pav teases, making Miguel groan. This was an actual nightmare.Â
Looking over them, Miguel sees the picture they are all questioning; the difference is pretty night and day. A young 17-year-old Miguel was way scrawnier compared to his now bulking physique. His dark brown eyes were hidden behind his thick black-rimmed glasses, the only ones his mother could afford at the time. Miguel's thick, wavy brown hair looks untamed as it hangs down his forehead, threatening to cover his eyes if not for his glasses, the rest hanging loosely down to the nape of his neck. Poor kid was desperate for a haircut. Their cheekbones and jaw were still chiseled, and his face was not yet littered with lines of stress, sleepless nights, and age. Â
Hobie quickly grabs the yearbook, vigorously flipping through the pages until he stops on a picture of a young Miguel holding up a mathlete trophy, awkward smile and all. âThis is my favorite picture. Do you still smile like that, bruv?âÂ
âHow did you all get this?â Miguel asks in irritation, pinching the bridge of his nose as if that will somehow stop his building anger and embarrassment.Â
Very aware of the sight of Miguel about to rage out, the young spiders quickly part, pointing the blame to a laughing Peter. Who finally quits his laughing fit as now he is staring into the eyes of a very irritated Miguel, waiting for an explanation.Â
Peter nervously clears his throat before speaking, âWel, uhâŚdo you remember a couple of days ago when you told me to drop off that equipment at your apartment? WellâŚI happened to see this on your living room bookshelf and thought I would look at it. Then I saw how much you had changed⌠I figured the kiddos would get a kick out of itâŚâ
Miguel's eyes narrow, and his talons pop out, ready to bounce, but that is quickly escalated by Gwen taking back the yearbook, prepared to negotiate peace.Â
âOkay, okay, no need to rip his head off; we will return your book.â Miguel's body relaxes as he sighs of relief, holding out his hand for the book, but Gwen smirks, holding the book back out of his reach, âBut, you have to show us your old crush first.âÂ
Miguelâs eyes nearly pop out of his head, freezing at the terms of the agreement, and everyone else, including Layla, starts oohing. Making Miguel pitch the bridge of his nose again, muttering under his breath, âEsto tiene que ser una pesadillaâŚâ (this has to be a nightmareâŚ)Â
Then, to make things worse, they start chanting, âShow usâŚ.Show usâŚShow us! Show us!!â
The chatting became too much, and he snapped, holding out his hand irritatedly for the book. âFine! I will show you; just shut up!âÂ
A yay fills the room as Miguel starts irritatedly flipping through the book as soon as itâs laid in his hand. Everyone waits in bated breath until finally landing on the correct page. It's the page he spent the summer before college staring at, the picture he had agonized over. Miguel pauses, taking in the picture, and he feels those familiar feelings rushing up and swelling in his chestâŚThose high school crushes do hit you hardâŚ
Even after all these years, he still remembers you so vividly; seeing the picture always solidifies for himself as confirmation as to why he had liked you so much. Beautiful and popular, everyone would only have positive things to say, even if your friend group wasnât as nice. Miguel remembers that sweetness fondly. Though, behind that sweet smile, there was a mischievous side of you; he recalls hearing it hidden in your cooing voice when you would say that pet name during chemistry classâŚÂ
âMiggy~â Â Â Â Â
The memory warms Miguel's cheeks, but he quickly dismisses the feeling. âThere, that's her.âÂ
The teens quickly grab the book back, climbing over each other to marvel at the picture of the girl the oh-so-scary Spider-Man 2099 had a crush on when he was their age.Â
âWow, she's stunning!â Gwen complementsÂ
Miguel hums in agreement, âYeah⌠the prettiest girl in my gradeâŚprom queen, part of the student council, incredibly sweetâŚ, and we took chemistry togetherâŚâÂ
Pav and Hobie shoot Miguel a smirk, and he quickly huffs, folding his arms over his chest.Â
âEver work up the nerve to confess?â Pav questions, ever the romantic.Â
The group watches as Miguel closes his eyes, thinking that the blush from earlier is slowly rising to his tan cheeks, making them all gasp in excitement.Â
âYou did!â They all scream, but Miguel is quick to correct them.Â
âWellâŚtechnicallyâŚI didnâtâÂ
âWhat do you mean technically?â Miles prys
Miguel canât believe he admitted this much, but since he's already down the rabbit hole, he might as well give some more context: âAt graduationâŚI kinda did, then IâŚran awayâŚâ
A look of shock and confusion fills the teenager's face, but Peter is all grins and is going to give Miguel a high five: âAh, the mysterious type. Nice.âÂ
Gwen quickly swats him on the shoulder, earning a whine from the man.Â
âNot nice! That is so confusing! You just ran? Did you ever talk to her again?âÂ
Miguel takes a second to avoid eye contact, stoically starting to the side, before letting out a quiet, âNoâŚâÂ
There is a collective groan, and Miguel rolls his eyes, trying to contain his high school embarrassment.Â
âCan we stop talking about this and return to work now?â
âHave you seen her since?â Miles questions,Â
âNo,â Miguel answers sharply, irritation coming back up.
âWha-what! How will you ever win her love if you donât clear up the misunderstanding and confess your true feelings!â Pav laments, making everyone look at him with a raised brow.Â
âPav, mateâŚyou know how long it's been since he's seen her?â Hobie chidesÂ
Pav shrugs slightly, muttering, âMaybe it could be like a romantic thingâŚâÂ
âSo wait, You have all the resources and never thought to at least search her out? Aren't you curious?â Gwen prodsÂ
âNo, I never thought about stalking my old crush. Now, can we please-âÂ
âShe lives in the city!â Miles' voice calls out, making Miguel whip around.
Miles and Layla stand on Miguel's platform with your picture, info, and social media pulled up on his halo screens. Everyone is quick to web over, including Miguel. Miguel quickly pushes away a beaming Miles as he takes in all your information. He sees where you went to college, where you work, andâŚ
âOoohhh! She's still single!â Pav beams, looking at Miguel expectancy.
Miguel rolls his eyes as he keeps looking at you, still as perfect as he remembered. Somehow, you seem more confident in yourself, you seemâŚsexierâŚ
Feelings start rising back to Miguel's chest. He hasnât seen you in so long, and even your pictures still stir something within him.Â
âWow! This is awesome!â Miles beams, pointing to one of the screensÂ
Miguel, being too lost in your pictures, hasnât realized what the teens are yammering about until they all start shaking him back and forth in excitement. Then he finally hears it.
âYou can see her at your High School reunion! It's coming up in a couple of weeks!âÂ
Miguel turns his head to the invitation Layla had pulled up. âYou got this a month ago but didnât think you would be interestedâŚ. It looks like you will be attending now, though!âÂ
Before he can protest, she is RSVPing, and all the teens are hollering in laughter and giving high-fives. Everything is happening so fast that all Miguel can do is stand there in something akin to a trance. That's until Pav comes up to him with a giddy smile,Â
âItâs like density!âÂ
Miguel groansâŚhe wants everyone to get back to workâŚ
They really got him hereâŚ.How the hell did he let them convince him to come here? They even managed to get him to dress upâŚ
Hair in its usually slick back style, slate gray button down that did little to hide his bulk, and black trousers that he thought appeared too tight but Layla had insisted upon. Â
Miguel stands uncomfortably off to the side as people he used to know all gather together, chit-chatting about their lives and reminiscing on the good old days⌠All while Miguel stays sulking in the cornerâŚMaybe things from high school havenât changed that much. Well, despite the whole genetic splicing that made him a superhero⌠Instead of still being the captain of the Mathletes team, he's now the CEO of Aleamax. However, one thing remains the same: When he is in a room filled with all these people from school, his eyes still roam around, trying to find youâŚ
High school had not been kind to a nerd like him. He was 9 inches shorter, and the most important things to him were keeping all Aâs, getting into his dream college, keeping up with his favorite comic series, avoiding bullying, and wanting so badly to kiss his crush.Â
Miguel vividly recalls all those times in chemistry when you two worked so closely together. Miguel shyly mutters the mixing process while you lean in with stars in your eyes, taking it all in. Miguel never knew if you were interested in what he was saying or if you were trying to get a good grade, but he didnât care. You still made his cheeks flush and heart race all the same.Â
âThenâŚWhen-when you add fluid B to A, you will get a fizzing reactionâŚâÂ
A shaking Younger Miguel tries to steadily pour in the fluids while you watch, leaning in so close he could smell your sweet perfume and look at your glittery glossed lips.Â
âWow! Miggy, youâre so smart.â Your voice would be like sweet honey praising him, and the mere closeness of you to him would make his body feel like it was going to melt.Â
âI keep telling my friends I have the best lab partnerâŚâ Miguel feels his throat dry as your hand slowly curls over his forearm. Then the bell rings, and Miguel is flustered, packing his things as you smile sweetly and wave goodbye.Â
God, you must have been just messing with him, toying with him, knowing he was like a love-sick puppy for you. The worst part, if this was the case, he would have let youâŚMiguel would have let you toy and bat away at his heart until you felt content with it fully unraveling to you. PathicâŚis that what you thought? Well, if it wasnât what you thought of him before, it must be what you thought after his pitiful confessionâŚ
Miguel thinks back to that night when he last saw youâŚthat all too familiar warmth threatens to take him over, so as he stares down at his drink, he slips back to that momentâŚ
The ceremony had ended, everyone had exited the stadium, and Miguel was taking a second to calm himself in the dark hallway. High school was over, and his life was beginning. He was thinking back on all his decisions for this new chapter. Miguel fidgets with his graduation cap and feels about what awaits him. Then he thinks about the things he missed out onâŚ
Then your face comes to mindâŚhe had vowed to confess; even if you laughed and rejected him, he wanted to get his feelings off his chest. But when it came down to it, he let his shyness get the better of him and let you slip through his fingers without telling you. This was high school? He was sure to like other girlsâŚbut why was this eating away at him so much? Why did he feel so sick to his stomach for not doing thisâŚÂ
The sound of clicking heels fills the corridor, and like fate, you are walking through the hallway back toward him. Miguel adjusts his glasses, unsure if this is some kind of halustion brought on by self-pity, but no⌠it was youâŚ
As soon as your eyes locked to his, your lips curled to that all too familiar smile, the one that was so sweet. Then your voice rang that teasing nickname you graciously bestowed upon him. Â
âMiggy, what are you doing, silly? Hanging out in the darkâŚDonât you want to go celebrate?âÂ
âOhâŚ... I didnât plan to go to any parties⌠just going to go home and get started on some summer readingâŚâ
The smile that curled on your lips was additive as you stepped closer to his slouching form, âhmâŚMiggyâŚalways so prepared⌠Iâm going to miss seeing you around so much. Iâm sure you're the only reason I passed chem!â Â
âNoâŚI am sure you will have more interesting people to talk to than a nerd like meâŚâÂ
âMaybe I like talking to nerds like you.âÂ
The statement made Miguel look up to see you so close to him mischive filling your eyes. Leaning in so close to him, he feels like he canât breathe when he looks at you so close like thisâŚ
âYou donât mean thatâŚâ he chuckles softly.
Then your index finger lifts his chin, and you look at him with sweet eyes, but your tone is stern, âDonât tell me what I meanâŚâÂ
Miguel feels his heartbeat quicken, and his palms begin to sweat. Before he can return to rational thought, he leans into you.Â
He so gently cups your cheek with his nervous hands. Brushing his nose against yours, his shaky breath fanning over your sparkly glossed lips. Then, when your lips finally meet, he isnât sure who fills the gap.Â
The kiss was so sweet, and he held you so gently, but he knew you could feel the shaking of his hands and the heat rushing to his face. Everything around you two seemed to fade.
Eyes shut tightly from falling into the depths of the kiss, he pulls away to breathe. Peeking open his eyes, Miguels sees you are breathless, and your face is burning with a deep blush. You look so surprised... and he doesn't know what to say or how to explain.Â
âIâm sorryâŚI just had to do that onceâŚâ
Then he ran off⌠leaving you alone in that dark hallway, scared of what you would say nextâŚ
âMiggy!âÂ
âMiggy!â
âMiguel?âÂ
Lost in his thoughts, Miguel failed to notice that one of his ex-classmates had been trying to get his attention. One of them must have finally recognized him. Looking up from his cup, Miguel expects to see one of his old mathlete teammates, but as he finally meets their eyes, he feels his heart stop at the sight.Â
Looking up at him with that same sweet smile, you look just like he remembers: completely radiant. Your pictures showed you were still beautiful, but in person, you are the thing he remembers most about you: breathtaking.
âMiguel, that's gotta be you⌠Do you remember me?â -How could he not remember you?
Miguel feels himself staring at his thoughts, running everywhere; what does he say? What does he do?Â
âIâŚI, of course, remember m-my lab partner.â -Okay, a little shakyâŚBut with your face seeming to light up when he says he remembers and your eyes roaming over him, he canât chastise himself too much for stuttering now. Miguel feels his hands starting to become clammy, and his stomach feels full of butterfliesâŚshitâŚthis feels like high school all over again.Â
âI can not believe how different you look!â
âYeah, late growth spurt and I uh⌠I started goingâŚto the gym a lotâŚ.You though! You still look so beati- uh niceâŚgood you look outstandingâŚâ His mind is running a mile a minute, and he canât believe how he is acting right now! He's Spider-Man, and heâs acting so nervous?
Smirking, you look as if you could read his mind about how nervous he is, though to anyone with working eyes, it was obvious.Â
âYou think I look good?â you ask, playful spinning, making Miguel's eyes take in just how tight your dress is. âI was hoping for beautifulâŚâ you smile, giving him a wink. His blood rushes in his veins, and he swallows his suddenly dry throat.Â
You could eat him aliveâŚand he would let youâŚ
âBeautiful then, you - uh⌠you have always looked beautifulâŚâÂ
âThank you, Miguel, you look very handsome.â Miguel feels his heart racing as you step closer. Your eyes stay on his confident smile on your glossy lips. It teeters on cocky, and Miguel canât bring himself to hate itâŚhe loves itâŚ
âThough Miguel, I do have to sayâŚI miss the glasses; they were really cute.âÂ
âI still have some that I wear sometimes,â he says a bit too eagerly.Â
Your smirk widens, âReally? Does your girlfriend like them?âÂ
âOh, I donât have a girlfriend.âÂ
The smirk on your lips borders on sinful âGoodâŚâ You purrÂ
Miguel feels a wave of electricity shake through him. Are you flirting? Miguel canât help the smile and blush that's now reached to the tips of his ears. Miguel came here thinking that you wouldnât be here, and if you were, you would be avoiding him, but he didnât expect this. Do you even remember it? Well, of course, you would! Who forgets getting kissed, and then the person runs? He needs to apologize before he never sees you again.Â
âSo UmmâŚI am glad I got to see you, well other than itâs just nice seeing youâŚbut I want to apologizeâŚâÂ
âYouâre talking about graduation.â Your cheerful voice cuts him off and utterly confuses him. Furrowing his brow, heâs lost and hoping you can explain.Â
âMiguel, I liked the kissâŚI wish you wouldnât had run awayâŚâÂ
Miguel is sure heâs died, and there is no possible way you're saying this to him. Sweet, perfect you, liked when he kissed you. Nerdy awkward him? Gently, Miguel feels your hands touching his chest, slowly dancing your fingertips over his muscles. Miguel hopes you canât feel the way his heartbeat is racing right now.Â
âYou know, now that I really think about itâŚyou owe me an apology or something. It was very rude of you to kiss me suddenly and then run away like that, teasing me. Then, when I went to reach out to you, you didn't have any socials. That's not very nice to do, you knowâŚâ Â
Your hand slightly grazes his jaw, and he feels like he could melt. Rising to your tiptoes, you try to whisper in his ear as you lean into his chest, your chest rubbing against him. Miguel can feel himself starting to break a sweat.Â
âI thought you were sweetâŚâÂ
Miguel feels you start to pull away, and in a moment of bravery or desperation, he carefully places his hands on your waist. Leaning down, he whispers back to you.Â
âCould I make it up to you somehow?âÂ
âI have an ideaâŚif you're up for it?â
Gathering his confidence, when he sees your smile, he squeezes your sides slightly, âAnything you want.âÂ
Without any hesitation, you grab his large hand from your waist and pull him along with you to slip out of the reception room into a dark hallway. The irony is not lost on either of you as you grin and pull each other close. Your lips are so close to his as you lean into his chest.Â
âYou're not going to run away this time. I want you to do this properly this timeâŚâ
Part of Miguel feels like he could be dreaming; your arms are wrapped around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair, smiling at him so sweetly. Your eyes are one of pure hunger, and your voice is so transparent with your want. Itâs perfect.Â
Miguel brushes his thumb over your tempting lips, slightly dragging the bottom down while he tries to archer himself back to reality. Moving his hand to your neck as he leans in and kisses you. Your lips are soft and perfectly guiding against his. Miguel's hands fall to your hips; he digs his fingers into the plush of your skin, making you gasp into his mouth with a moan. Itâs been a long time since heâs kissed you, and he wants to make sure you know how much he wants you⌠trying his hardest to impress you.Â
The fingers in his hair tighten to a fist as you guide him to part his plush lips, then slip in your tongue to get a taste of him. Itâs gentle at first but quickly heats up from your eager influence. Then you start straddling his thick thighs, grinding slightly against him. Both your bodies feel like youâve been set on fire in a blazing flame of want.Â
âMiggy, I always liked youâŚjust-â
Before you can finish your words, Miguel drives his tongue back into your mouth, eager to taste those words he had always wanted to hear. His hands cup your ass as he drives his knee deeper between your legs, letting you use him more. Breaking the kiss, you let out the most perfect moans as your body tingles and shivers. Miguel hasnât had enough of you yet as he keeps his mouth kissing against your flushed skin. His tongue rolls over your rapid pulse as you keep grinding and mewing for more.Â
âFuck, miggy~â
Miguel licks a long strip up your neck before grunting in your ear, âI⌠I only came here⌠to see youâŚt-talk to youâŚâÂ
His rough words make you grind against him more, and right as Miguel starts to feel your slick soaking through his pants, you pull his hair, successfully pulling a whimper from him, which is quickly cut off by your soft lips to his again. Then, as you pull away, you bite his bottom lip, which makes him shiver.Â
âCanâŚcan I take you homeâŚâ Miguel asks breathlessly, his hands still squeezing your ass.Â
A small giggle leaves your kiss-bitten lips as you take a second to fix his now-disheveled hair, thanks to you.Â
âTake me to your place, Miggy; you still owe meâŚâÂ
Miguel feels a rush of excitement run through him, making his length throb at your words. You really are going to eat him aliveâŚ
It's the perfect sight heâs only ever dreamed of seeing, you sitting on his large bed completely naked, a sweet smile on your face, soft legs crossed over each other, waiting patiently for him. Miguel adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his noseâŚyou had insisted, and heâs finding he canât deny youâŚ
Miguel slips off his underwear, kicking them away. Your eyes widen as you see his massive length slap against his abdomen, then hanging heavily. Your eyes rake over his immaculate form; the sight of you licking your lips isnât lost on him.Â
âStrip for me, Miggy,â you taunted as you dropped your dress with little effort, waiting for him to follow. Of course, he did. He would follow anything your sweet voice commands. Just pleaseâŚlet him touch youâŚ
Running his hand through his hair, Miguel approaches you, but your sweet voice turns to him in disapproval, and he pauses.Â
âNo walking, I want you to crawl on your hands and kneesâŚplease? Miggy~âÂ
Every time you use that old nickname, he feels his cock twitch. Keeping his now blazing eyes on you as he slowly sinks to his knees and begins to crawl to you obediently. The action is meant to make him look submissive, but you find that even now, he looks like a predator getting ready to devour its prey⌠The shiver that shoots down your spine goes right to your sex, making you drip down on his sheets.Â
As Miguel crawls closer, you unfold your legs, stretching one out slowly toward him. His large hand immediately catches your ankle. Hungry eyes look up at you, blazing with want, as his hand slowly caresses up your leg. Miguel's lips kiss softly against your calf while he whispers faint words under his breath after every kiss. His eyes watch you as he slowly raises your legs, the back of your thighs being pressed against his broad shoulders. Â
Miguel's hands grab your hips, making you slip a moan. His eyes turn softer as he hears you moan, his lips coming away from the fresh mark he's left on your inner thigh. Miguel's lips part to apologize, but you're quick to interrupt before he can.Â
Leaning forward, you push his glasses back into their proper place and caress his cheek. âYou're doing so well for me, MiguelâŚthoughâŚIt does feel like you're trying to make me beg⌠Are you trying to tease me?âÂ
Miguel's lips curl into a smile as he lowers his face to lick his tongue against your clit. You throw your head back at the hot contact, Miguel groaning at the sweet taste of your cyprine.Â
âI wouldnât dream of teasing youâŚâ Miguel's lips lower down to your clit before he gives it a quick lick.Â
Unable to help yourself, you grab a fist full of his hair, making him let out a soft groan, âThen devore me, Miggy; you still owe me, remember? And I-Ah!~âÂ
Before you can finish your taunting, Miguel is driving his face into your wet sex to selfishly devore more of you. Long slow licks of his warm tongue send waves of pleasure to flood your body as your toes curl from every push of his nose to your clit.Â
His breaths for air huffing against your quivering sex, the tip of his tongue darting back to lick against your soft folds, making you whine. Looking down at him, his glasses crooked and hazy and his groans continue to vibrate through your pussy. Then the sensation of his tongue probing you open makes you close your thighs against his head and grab this thick hair, pulling hard enough for a grunt to slip through his chest. Getting the message, Miguel moves his tongue to lick your sensitive clit as his finger slips into you. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as you squirm, grinding your hips against his face, mouth hanging open as your chest heaves moan after moan. Your body starts shaking at the addition of another finger, making you feel jolts of pleasure that make you need to roll your hips onto his face more.Â
Miguel could carless at the apparent use of his face for your pleasure; it's all he craves right now, your cum to dip all over his eager tongue. For your hips grind onto his face for hours. He would stay on his knees worshiping you like this until you're calling out from too much pleasure, and even then, he doesnât know how he could pull himself away from your delicious taste.Â
You feel him groan into you, the vibrations rushing through you to cause you to gasp and shiver as his tongue keeps sliding in and out of you, desperate for your sweetness. You want more, need more, you crave it with every roll of your hips; you want him in you deeply. Unclenching your thighs from his head, you pull his hair, forcing his face from you with a wet pop.Â
Miguel's eyes are blown as he keeps them steady on yours, his full lips parted and panting. The sight of his face glistening with a mix of his saliva and your arousal is sinful and complete perfection. His poor glasses are resting on his face, still lopsided from his ravenous pursuit to taste your cunt. Leaving forward, you keep a smile as you hold his cheek; he immediately melts into it. Grabbing his glasses from his head, you toss them to his nightstand; before he can say anything to you, you're leaning forward to bring him into a kiss. His lips and tongue are laced with you, and you canât help but want to giggle as he groans and leans his whole body onto you, so needy for more.Â
With a gentle push to his massive chest, you can change the positions as you now straddle his hips effortlessly. You are slowly running your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, feeling his hair decorating his skin, making your mouth water. As you shift yourself up, you feel his swollen length hanging heavily as you nudge against it. The tip is hot and already pebbling with glistening pre-cum, straining for you to envelope around him. Reaching down, you flick your eyes from his eyes to his length.Â
Miguel sure has changed over the years, but his face is so breathless and furrowing with every strained pleasure as you slide your thumb over his cocks slit. Whining so softly, sounding like the sweet nerd you remember. On the other hand, Miguel is witnessing you in a way only his mind had fantasized about. Your smile is no longer so sweet but devious; He wants to push his cock into you so deeply and have you shudder and scream while you gush all over him, But this teasing and taunting⌠it's mouth-watering.Â
Touching his length, you feel the sheer heat of it as you carefully trace over the soft skin, feeling every vein. Tracing over the red weeping tip, you feel him shudder and mumble something under his breath as you grasp him to hold against you, seeing that he measures to your stomach. You can't help but bite your lip in anticipation of the stretch.Â
Your eyes flick back to Miguels, âThink it will fit?â you tease.
âI will make it fitâŚâ his rough voice sends a shiver down your spine.Â
Lifting to your knees, you line up his tip to brush on your clit, making you gasp as you slip him through your folds. Then finally, you slip him in slowly, feeling his cock stretch your fluttering hole; the stretch is intense and makes you roll your eyes as your back arches. Miguel grabs your ass tightly, bucking his hips to sink in a bit faster; he pants a sorry as you let out a moan and squeeze your hands on his chest for support. Looking down at his beautifully blushing face, you only smile as you sink deeper.Â
âSo eager, Miggy~âÂ
All Miguel can manage is a smile as he works hard to keep himself from bottoming out immediately. He so badly just wants to shove it in deeply and rut into you like a damn animal. A groan builds in his throat as he tries to keep himself from whimpering as you continue to sink so slowly. His cock throbbing and stretching your walls as it heats your insides. Before he can manage a whine, you sink all the way down, taking every inch; before either of you can moan, you lean down to catch his lips in a needy kiss, taking control you guide him, your tongue pushes past his lips to taste his groans. While his tongue eagerly does the same. Pulling away from the kiss, you grind against him, relishing in the feeling of his cock pushing in deeper and his trimmed hairs tickling your sensitive skin; you canât help but bite his bottom lip to compensate for the mind-numbing feeling.Â
Miguel's hands squeeze harder, making you release his lip as your cunt to clenchs on him, the moan of his name dropping from your lips as your hips start to grind on him at a slow pace. Using your hands, you slightly push yourself up and rock your hips back and forth, letting his cock slide to bully your gummy insides, brushing your cervix with every nudge. Miguels is mesmerized as he roams his hands over your body, worshiping every inch of your skin with his careful fingertips brushing and rubbing you so tenderly. His hands come to your breast, where he takes a minute to squeeze and pinch your nipples, your whimper in response, and grind harder against his cock, pushing him to rub harder against your cervix.
âYou look s-so fucking beautifulâŚyour body, yourâŚtatseâŚIâve never stopped thi-thinking of youâŚâ Miguel mutters through pants of hot breaths.Â
The words spur you on, and you start to pick up your pace, making him moan out and guide your hips to rock back and forth faster, âAlways so sweetâŚâ you coo to himâŚthe words are less taunting but just true; he has always been sweet to youâŚ
âOnly for youâŚâ he muses, and you canât help but smile,Â
âGoodâŚâÂ
You feel yourself starting to sip from having a clear head that's now blurring in a haze of lust as you continue to pursue your pleasure on his girth. Pushing in and out on him quicker. Your hands grab onto him tighter as you ravish your tight pussy with his throbbing cock. Begging for both his and your release. Fucking so deep in you, now your jaw falls slack as his cock keeps pushing against your velvety sweet spot, making jolts of pleasure pulse through your body with every bounce.Â
The sweat that has built on your bodies works hard to try and cool your fevered states, but with every push into your cunt and with every clench around his length rousing him to go deeper makes it all in vain. There is no cooling as you two approach your white hot release, bodies only growing more hot and sensitive with every whine and every mind-numbing push. So close to tipping the other to ecstasyâŚ
With a couple of aided thrust from Miguel fucking up into you, your muscles tenase and your mouth falls open in a pitched scream of his name as your danm burst making you clench and shudder on his cock, coming undone on top of him. You're quivering on his length as he carefully grinds you through your drenching pleasure, the feeling of his cock slipping deeper as you eagerly ride him through your high.Â
With the way you clench so tightly and grind faster, Miguel couldn't help but feel himself throb and spurt right into your cervix. The feeling of it spurting so thickly, his cock pulsing inside of you, feeling so heavy in you with each twitch. This cum is hot and fills you so that it's leaking down mixing with your arousal, creating a sticky mess. You can't help yourself when you side on more and more feeling your cunt want to stick to his skin.Â
Haze starting to clear you fall forward on him, you try to catch your breath in between placing frantic kisses to Miguel's chest and neck. Your orgasm leaves you utterly satisfied, but Miguels is not doneâŚ
With a quick turning over your body, you're lying on your back now as Miguel situates himself between your legs. He takes time to look over your flushed form, his massive hands dragging over your sensitive body, and you shiver and buck your hips up. Miguel takes your legs, pushing them up to your chest, making your mew from his touch, your pussy completely exposed to him. Miguel feels his breath catch as his cum leaks out of your trembling puffy cunt in milky drops. Miguel releases one of your legs to fall to his shoulder so he can plam his cock, still erect and ready for more. His red eyes flick back to your blisted-out face, and though you're at the point of overstimulation, you still ache for more.Â
âM-MiggyâŚâ you're the one to tremble shyly for him now, and the switch of the roles makes him fold. Heâs helpless for youâŚ
Leaning down carefully, Miguel cages you between his massive arms as he places a gentle, sweet kiss on your begging lips. Breaking the kiss, he whispers in your ear so softly, âMore? Can you give me more? Perfect girlâŚlet me feel you againâŚpleaseâŚâÂ
Wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his damp skin, you buck your hips up in your whine of, âMore, Please, Miggy ahâI need more of you, always. You are so good to me.âÂ
He catches your hips in a quick grip as he lifts them up, smiling; it's everything he has ever wanted to hear from your sweet lips. And he is always eager to satisfy you.Â
Miguel slips his cock into you with a groan; you're already so sensitive as he pushes down to the base, filling you so quickly that your body already starts quivering around him. Pressing soft kisses to your sweaty skin, he rolls his hips slow and deep. He is taking his time with you. Every thrust is hot and tingling, and you feel that familiar tense starting to build up again from the consistent pace he's set. Managing to open your eyes through moans and rolls, you see Miguel with beautifully flushed cheeks, eyes filled with want as he softly pants and whimpers with each clench of your wet cunt.Â
As his pace quickens, you feel him throb, giving you new resolve to meet your hips with each thrust, and your core starts to burn deliciously. Your nails find their place, digging into his broad back. Every slap of his balls to your overly sensitive skin makes you moan and throw your head back. Miguel takes the opportunity to kiss and lick against your neck, his hot breath rushing over you. With a final clench and strained moan, you feel that white-hot wave of pleasure burn through you; his body shudders at the feeling of your cunt, so desperate to cum against him to milk him dry again. His groan borders on a whine as his hips are still, and you feel that familiar throbbing against your cervix as his thick cum fills you up. Looking up at him, you watch his face contort to be in complete pleasure; the sight of it is completely addicting.Â
Staying in you till you are both down from your highs, he slowly pulls out his softening cock. The pooling of both of your cum completely ruins the sheets underneath you, but Miguel doesnât worry about that. He brushes stray hairs from your face and whispers he will be right back. You're too exhausted to move, and you can only twitch slightly as you feel a cool cloth cleaning you up so gently.Â
After cleaning you up, you feel the bed sink beside you and the feeling of an arm around you, bringing you closer to his warm body, his other hand brushing through your hair so carefully. You gather your energy to curl into Miguel with a broad smile. You two lay there, slowly drifting away in each other's comfort.Â
Clearing his throat, Miguel tries to be as unawkward as possible, and it only manages to make you smile more; you two just had amazing sex, and heâs still nervous; some things die hard, you guess. Looking up at him, you see heâs trying to gather up the best way to approach his next words; this night has been everything he hoped, and he doesnât want to blow it now, but he needs to know the answer to his question,Â
âCan-can IâŚtake you out on a date?âÂ
His face is completely sincere and flushed; you have to bite back your giggle before you answer.Â
âMiggy, about time you askedâŚâÂ
You two set the date up for the next night; Miguel, of course, wore his glassesâŚ
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SUMMARY: Where a fan made an 8-minute video with a compilation of Chris and Y/N being in love.
WARNING: None.
REQUESTED?: Yes, by @lightsgore
AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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The fans of the triplets simply adored Y/N and Chris together, and that wasn't news. The number of comments and likes doubled whenever the girl appeared with her boyfriend in a random picture in a photo dump on Instagram or when her voice sounded in the background of a video.
But what they loved most was when a cute moment of the two of them together was captured during a video on the Sturniolo channel or in a fraction of seconds on Y/N's TikTok, and they made this clear by making thousands of compilations of these little moments, long enough to even post on YouTube.
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8 minutes of cute moments between Chris Sturniolo and his girlfriend, Y/N.
1st minute:
The triplets and Y/N were walking down the sidewalk near the arena in Boston, where they played hockey with Nate.
Nick was recording himself with his phone, talking about how he had almost slipped on the ice several times, when Chris and Y/N's voices sounded, interrupting him. He focused the front camera on the two behind him, surreptitiously recording them.
"... But baby, it wasn't my fault." Y/N complained, her lips forming a pout as her eyes focused on the floor.
"Babe, I asked you to record the game, right?" Chris asked, an amused smile on his face.
They walked side by side, the girl's right arm around her boyfriend's slightly sweaty waist, while Chris's left arm rested on Y/N's shoulders, his fingers caressing her left bicep lightly.
"Yes, and I recorded it!" Her voice came out high-pitched.
"Okay, and how many times did I make a goal?" The boy asked again, raising his right eyebrow.
"Three." Y/N replied in an obvious tone, raising her eyes to look into the blue ones she loved so much. "You kissed me every time you did it." She smiles proudly.
"Yes, and how many of those three did you record?"
"None." She looked down again, her pout deepening. "But-"
Chris threw his head back, his laughter echoing through the night, interrupting his girlfriend's defense.
He leaned down slightly, sealing his lips over Y/N's head, an amused smile still on his face. Oh, how he loved his girlfriend.
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2nd minute:
The triplets were filming the video "A night at the North Pole with Larray and Nai!". The camera was positioned in a strategic point so that the lens captured all the camping items around the room, as well as the brothers and the two guests.
Y/N was in her shared room with Chris, already dressed in her - his - pajamas and with her skincare done, ready for bed. But sleep never came.
She knew she had trouble sleeping without Chris after her body got used to the boy's presence pressed against hers every night for 5 years, so her mind didn't seem to give in, begging for the warmth that Chris's larger body provided.
After a few long minutes of turning from side to side, Y/N gave up trying. Sleep was taking over her, and she was feeling more and more stressed for not being able to go into dream land, so she decided to just go to her boyfriend.
Y/N rose from the bed, their duvet wrapped around her body like a cape. Her hands reached for the handle of the white door, closing it behind her and climbing the stairs in slow, silent steps caused by the fluffy socks that covered her feet.
Larray was the first to notice her - sitting facing the top of the stairs. He smiled, amused by his friend's condition; her eyes slightly closed from sleep, her hair high in a messy bun, and her hands gripping the edges of the duvet tightly.
Not many seconds passed, and Y/N's figure was finally caught by the camera, the girl having entered the frame.
"Hey, zombie girl." Nick joked when he noticed her, raising his eyebrows in amusement.
Y/N completely ignored him, walking towards her boyfriend from behind the triplets, not wanting to step on the food that was on the floor between the five of them.
Chris's face automatically lit up when he noticed her after hearing his brother, a big smile taking over as his eyes sparkled. He opened his arms, already waiting for his girlfriend's next move.
The girl smiled lazily back, planting her feet on the floor on either side of her boyfriend's hips, before lowering herself with Chris's help, sitting on his lap.
The brunette quickly wrapped her in his arms, surrounding her torso covered by the fluffy duvet. He hugged her tightly, laying his head in the crook of her neck and exhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo momentarily, before resting his chin on her shoulder, being able to see everything in front of him.
"Sleep, pretty girl."
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3rd minute:
Chris was playing Fortnite live on Twitch. His camera was on and focused on his upper body. His head was covered by the hood of his hoodie, pressed against his ears by the headphone, from where muffled sounds from the video game were coming out.
Within 30 minutes of streaming, Y/N's figure shyly appeared behind Chris. Her hands held a tray with some snacks and an already opened can of Pepsi.
She walked towards her boyfriend, curving her spine slightly forward so that her face came into his field of vision, alerting him to her presence.
The boy's blue eyes widened in excitement almost instantly, a smile stretching across his face as his right hand worked on pausing the game, using the soles of his feet against the floor to turn his body towards her.
"Hi bubba, I just came to drop off some snacks for you. It's been a while since you had dinner, I thought you could be hungry." Y/N counted in a low tone, momentarily forgetting that Chris's headphones were of the highest quality, meaning it caught her every word.
The couple didn't notice the chaos in the chat, too focused on each other.
Chris bit his lower lip in an attempt to stop his smile from growing any wider, taking the tray from Y/N's hands and placing it on the free space on his computer desk.
He lifted his chin slightly in the air so that he brought his lips closer to hers, sealing them in a quick kiss, his eyes shining with intense love.
"Thank you, babe." Chris thanked in an equally low tone, adjusting himself in his chair again, ready to go back to playing.
Y/N smiled, caressing his shoulder lightly before turning to leave the room.
"I love you." The brunette shouted quickly before his girlfriend could close the door, receiving an "I love you more" in return.
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4th minute:
The triplets and Y/N were at an Italian restaurant, having decided to go out to dinner together that day.
Y/N was talking to Matt about one of the random facts that the boy knew and blurted out of nowhere, the two deeply involved in the conversation.
The dishes had just been delivered by the waiter, who placed them respectively in front of the person who ordered, leaving shortly afterward.
Chris quickly pulled Y/N's plate towards himself, grabbing his own knife and fork and cutting the sirloin steak into small pieces and separating them from the pasta, knowing how much his girl hated cutting meat and how she always ate too quickly.
What he didn't notice was that Nick took out his phone the moment he started the gesture, closely recording his brother cutting his girlfriend's food, practicing the act of service.
After finishing, Chris lightly pushed the plate in front of his girl, turning around to start eating his own.
The girl smiled shyly, turning to Chris momentarily, sealing her lips over his cheek before murmuring a "thank you, babe" against his skin, turning her attention back to Matt.
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5th minute:
The triplets were in their car, recording another car video. Y/N was their special guest, sitting in the backseat next to Chris, who chose to sit there just to be close to his girlfriend.
Y/N had just taken a bite of the pepperoni pizza that Nick took from the trunk, finishing chewing quickly so she could bring her point of view on something Nick was saying, gesturing with her right hand while her left held the piece carefully.
Chris watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her side profile as he listened, nodding his head.
Something the fandom loved was how Y/N was the only person Chris didn't interrupt all the time, showing himself completely interested in hearing anything his girl was saying, regardless of whether it made sense or not.
At one point, the boy lowered his eyes, stretching his right arm and taking one of the napkins that was on the car console, bringing it to Y/N's mouth, lightly wiping the corner of her lip that was dirty with sauce, but without interrupting her.
Chris folded the napkin, leaving it on his lap, knowing he would have to use it again soon.
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6th minute:
"Look, boys, learn from Chris how to treat a girl right." Nick whispered from behind his phone.
He was standing behind the kitchen table, holding his cell in his right hand, the rear camera focused on the living room couch, where Y/N was.
The girl was lying on her side, her knees bent so that her thighs touched her chest. Her back was facing the room, while her face was lightly pressed against the back of the couch. A Fresh Love sweatshirt set covered her body, keeping her warm.
Small sighs escaped her half-open mouth, her eyes moving behind her eyelids, showing how deep her sleep was.
Chris, who was sitting with her feet on his lap seconds ago, was now standing in front of the couch, curving his spine down so that he could reach his girlfriend, slowly passing his arms under her neck and bent knees, pulling her up.
On instinct, Y/N raised her left arm, surrounding Chris's neck and laying her head on his chest, waking up for just a few seconds, caressing his covered skin with the tip of her nose.
"Shh, sleep baby. I'm right here." Chris murmured in a low tone, sealing her forehead lightly, stopping his movements as he watched her close her eyes again, falling back to sleep.
Chris moved slowly, hugging Y/N's body against his as he walked towards the stairs, not noticing Nick recording them from afar.
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7th minute:
Y/N was sitting on the puff in front of her makeshift dressing table. Her phone was resting on it horizontally while her front camera recorded herself.
She was talking about the new trend in the fashion world, having as a hobby making videos for TikTok about fashion and makeup. While the girl explained in detail, her hands worked on doing her nighttime skincare, gesturing, and changing products alternately.
Chris's figure appeared behind her a few seconds after she started it, his hands holding Y/N's hairbrush. He was already ready to sleep, his eyes half closed with sleep and his hair slightly messy.
A habit created by the couple was that, while Y/N did her skincare before bed, Chris would carefully comb her hair, having always had a great love for her locks.
The boy approached his girlfriend, smiling quickly at the camera before stopping behind Y/N. His free hand parted her hair so he could comb it without hurting her or leaving any part behind.
Chris raised his hand with the hairbrush, starting to do it gently, untangling the knots created throughout the day and aligning the strands.
His eyes met Y/N's from time to time through the mirror, a small smile resting on his lips, adorning his passionate features.
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8th minute:
It was the Versus Tour; Matt, Chris, and Nick were playing the last round of Giant Jenga when Chris spotted a fan with a sign held up.
"Wait, before we continue, can I read a sign from a fan real quick?" The brunette interrupted the group, holding his microphone with his right hand and pointing at the crowd with his left one, receiving absurdly loud screams in response.
Matt shrugged, looking at Nick, who nodded, making a go-ahead gesture with his hands.
"Hi! Can I read your sign?" Chris turned back to the audience, pointing to a specific girl. The girl's eyes widened, her mouth opening in shock at being noticed by her idol, taking a few seconds to finally nod her head repeatedly. "Your sign says, "I'm only here for Y/N"-"
Loud screams interrupted Chris, fans going wild at the mention of his girlfriend's name. The brunette took the microphone away from his mouth, laughing in disbelief and looking at a specific area on the right side of the stage.
A fan, who was in the audience and recording the moment, focused the rear camera of her phone on the place where Chris looked, being able to capture the figure of Y/N, who was laughing loudly and clapping her hands in amusement, shaking her head.
"Well, I can't judge you. Everywhere I am, I only go for Y/N, too." Chris muttered into his microphone again, laughing as he received even louder screams in response.
His eyes met his girlfriend's, throwing an air kiss and an "I love you" with just a movement of his lips, before turning his attention back to the game.
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Extra minute:
The triplets and Y/N were at their house with Nate and Madi. Everyone was in the living room, talking about random topics while a movie played on the television at low volume, serving as ambient sound. Some board games were scattered on the floor, next to unopened or already eaten snacks.
Chris was sitting on a puff in front of the big windows while Y/N was on his lap. She had her legs thrown to one side while her torso was on the other, sitting sideways on Chris's thighs with her right shoulder resting on his chest.
Chris's arms encircled her body, his right one holding her waist while his left one caressed her thighs lightly.
The girl was talking about a situation she witnessed between a group of third-party friends, always keeping her boyfriend updated on the gossip.
What they didn't know was that Madi was recording their cute moment.
As Y/N spoke, Chris looked into her eyes intently, his gaze so full of love that Madi thought she could see hearts in the place of his pupils.
The brunette nodded from time to time, making it clear that he had his attention on her and understood everything she was saying, an almost imperceptible smile resting on the corner of his lips.
The two seemed to be surrounded by a bubble created just for them, the entire outside world completely forgotten.
That was their dynamic, and the triplets fandom loved it.
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strip for me.
part six | pjs.
pairings: hyungline x reader
synopsis: hyung line got you trapped in a situation that you canât get away from.
wc: 8k.
warnings: smut, minors dni, fivesome, bullying (not promoting violence or bullying), degrading, raw sex (please use protection), dirty talks, curses, masturbation, hyung line being mean. having small sips of champagne. this is not proof read.
note: finally finished jayâs solo part. i really enjoyed writing this one as he is really my comfort person in this group. he just strikes me as someone very reliable. also get well soon, our jay! jakeâs part will be the next one. iâll probably need more time for that part since heâs a very hyper member (i mean it in a very affectionate way). anyway, as usual reblogs and replies are highly encouraged. i really appreciate all of your nice feedbacks!
part one; two; three; four; five
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ây/n, please pick up that dress i ordered for you later.â your head whips to look over your shoulder.
a small smile spreads across your face before nodding once, âokay, mom! see you later.â and you leans in to give her a kiss on her cheeks.
as you head outside, you couldnât help but to feel excited. nerves wrecking and mind wondering of how this day will go. it was two days after your âdateâ with one of your boyfriends, lee heeseung. and now, its park jongseong.
speaking of, heâs already outside. his red chevy camero parked while heâs leaning on it. patiently waiting for you. his eyes brightens the moment you walked out from the door.
âgood morning!â he smiles bigger as he watch how cute your way of walking towards him.
âgood morning, baby.â he greets softly and naturally sliding his arms over your waist, tugging you closer.
âwere you waiting for long?â you asks a little bit worried.
jayâs eyes are so focused on you, gently watching you carefully. he shakes his head with a soft smile.
ânah.â he says.
only, he was there waiting for over an hour. he wasnât going to tell you that, knowing so well that it would make you feel bad. he doesnât want that.
after staring at each other for a while, he guided you over his car, opening the door for you. it was such a sweet gesture that youâre kind of getting used to. the boys always does it for you these days.
âjakeâs texting me.â you informed with a bright smile while tapping on your phone to reply.
jay smirks, arms flexing as he manoeuvred the steering wheel. âis he still sulky about yesterday?â he asks that made you giggle a bit.
yesterday, the five of you went to eat dinner at heeseungâs favourite restaurant. it was a very fun time. you spent it just talking about random things, the boys basically exposing their embarrassing past memories to you that made you feel even much closer to them.
in the end, after the dinner someone has to drive you home and they just started to bicker with each other. it slightly stressed you out why theyâre making it such a big deal. the banters lasts until you came up with the idea of settling it through rock paper and scissors. youâre laughing the whole duration that theyâre playing.
jay won and jake, as always, is sulky. saying that he gets to pick you up today and should automatically be disqualified on driving you home last night.
âa little.â and you made sure you decorate your message with heart emojis just so he wouldnât be so upset about last night.
he snorted, âheâs so immature.â
you giggled, canât help but to inwardly agrees. tho, you must also admit that you love this side of jake sim. heâs just so adorable.
âso whatâs the plan later?â
the original plan was to not ask anything about the date with jay that youâve been looking forward to. but you just canât help yourself.
the date with heeseung just improves so much with your relationship with him and just drawn you both closer. to the point that you donât feel that nervous around him anymore. you can hold a staring contest for more than 15 seconds now (before it only last for 5 seconds).
jay smiles, knowing that you feel excited to your date just makes his heart jump in joy. since they did talked about how to make it up to you, jay gave deep thoughts about it. heâs very determined about giving his bestâif not his all, just to make you feel how he feels towards you.
âits a secret.â and he grins that made you pout.
he glanced and chuckles at how adorable you look. he gently pinches your chin then put his focus back on the road. it was a chill ride and he was so entertaining to talk to. jayâs the type of person who knows alot of things and so youâre learning while chatting with him.
as his car drives over the parking lot, familiar vehicles in the same spot can be seen by you. theyâre busy goofing around, but once sunghoon spots jayâs familiar vehicle, he pushed himself off his motorcycle.
jakeâs head whips in flash and a big smile automatically spreads across his face. heeseungâs just have a small smile over his lips while leaning over his car, watching carefully. you chuckled, never really getting tired of this scene.
you rolled down the window even before jay can finish parking to wave at the three boys. jake instantly waves back, full of energy.
âsweets!â he greets and even rushed over to your side like an excited puppy.
âcalm down, dude! youâll get drag by my car.â jay hissed while still trying his best to focus on parking.
once rest assured that its safe to open the carâs door, jake didnât waste any time and bursted it open. jay just rolls his eyes before unclasping your seatbelt for you.
sunghoon smirks while opening the backseat to get your things for you while youâre busy greeting his friends. heeseung trudges closer and almost pushed jakeâs clingy ass off.
âhey, angel.â he softly greets then caged you in a tight, warm embrace. he drops a kiss on top of your head then leans his cheeks on it.
âhi, hee.â you says while face pressed on his chest, inhaling his manly scent that youâre slowly getting addicted to.
âjay hits the jackpot, eh? he drove you home last night and then he gets to pick you up today.â he mumbled so lowly, like as if he doesnât want his friends to hear him sulking.
you chuckled, âthatâs fine.â and caress his back carefully.
he smiles, enjoying your warmth. he gave you one last squeeze before leaning away to give you a peck on the lips.
once heeseungâs body moves away from you, sunghoon approaches. his eyes darted at you. he looked so good even in the morning. you gulped, admiring him.
âhi, pretty.â he whispers as he tugs your body closer to his.
pretty? heâs the pretty one for your eyes. the way his black hair compliments his pale skin, thick brows and eyelashes around his pretty eyes, pointy nose with a mole, and natural red lips. kissable lips that you get to kiss whenever you like.
âhi, hoonie.â you mumble affectionately that tugs sunghoonâs heart strings.
thereâs really something with the way you say his name. he will never get tired of it. he should really record it and put it as his alarm. or use it whenever heâs losing his cool. it could put into a good use. maybe when heâs masturbating too? he smirks inwardly.
he leans in for his kiss with a playful evil grin on his handsome face. you return his kiss without any clue of the dirty things that occupies his mind.
âits really so unfair that youâd get to drive her home last night and you picked her up today.â jakeâs still sulky while you walk over to the class.
as usual, heeseung and sunghoonâs in front towering the three of you. jay and jakeâs beside you chatting and bickering from time to time.
âsweets do you like (favorite food)?â jake asks once youâve settled on your seat.
despite the random question, you gave him a nod. his face brightens like it was such a big relief. jay drags one chair to sit next to you while heeseung went in front to check the workbooks that needed to be submitted. sunghoon went to his seat and laid his head after he placed your things beside you.
âwhat do you plan on your date?â jay asked his friend who quickly knew that heâs asking these questions because of his plan.
jakeâs face looked defensive, âthatâs none of your business! donât copy me.â he hissed at his friend.
that made you laugh and jay only frowned at him. âi already planned our day. i donât need your lame ideas.â he fired back.
jake cocked one of his brow at his friend, âlame? youâre lame!â and even playfully swat his arm then tries to escape after sending you a flying kiss.
you laughed hard at jakeâs cuteness and how they bicker around. jay was left beside you as he flips his friend who just showed him his tongue from his seat.
âheâs so immature.â he complains while shaking his head.
you watch him with a smile, admiring how heâs so patient around his friends. jay is very matured. he rarely shows emotions or big reactions that makes him almost a nonchalant person. but lately, youâve noticed how he tries to change that towards you.
you can clearly see heâs not that comfortable showing his true emotions. making you feel worried how heâs very cautious about letting people know his fears or weaknesses. he has a strong persona. some people even think he doesnât have any weak side.
âheâs being cute.â and you reaches over his arm to caress it, a way of saying heâs being so nice.
jayâs eyes drops over your hand and smiles before grabbing it to kiss it once.
ânah, heâs just being annoying.â
you chuckled, âanyway, i have to pick up a dress later. is that okay?â you remembered your momâs reminders before you stepped out from your house.
jay nods without hesitation. âyeah, sure. we can go pick it up later before we head to my condo.â he says.
you nods and tilts your head. âso weâll date at your condo?â you ask with curiousity.
jay licks his lips, feeling a little nervous that you may actually find it boring or unclassy. his hyung just took you to their vacation house.
ây-yeah,â then he clears his throat. âis that okay with you?â
your eyes stares at his and nodded without hesitation. no sign of disappointment or anything. just genuine curiosity and a hint of excitement. he always knew you arenât judgemental, but it still surprises him sometimes.
âwhat will we do at your place?â you tried your luck of harvesting information.
he smirks, caught on right away. he pinches your cheeks once before standing up to go to his proper seat.
ânice try, baby.â then he drops a quick kiss on top of your head.
a pout made its way to your lips while watching his broad back leaving. youâre totally curious, just like how it was when its your date with heeseung. you smile inwardly then shrugs shoulder before fishing the textbook youâll be needing for the class.
guess you just need to leave it up to him. besides, you bet youâll enjoy the day.
the class started once the teacher steps inside the room. naturally, youâre focus falls completely on to the lessons. lately, you find yourself enjoying class even more. maybe because you donât feel alone anymore. tho, back then theyâre really there for you. but their affection truly gave a bigger impact of comfort.
two periods passes like a blur and youâre stretching your arms when jay calls your attention.
âhey.â he says as he leans over, placing one of his hand on your table then the other at the back of your chair, trapping you.
the position itself was enough to send butterflies go crazy inside your stomach. he smiles then stares hardly on your eyes.
ây-yeah?â
âcan you help me take those workbooks at the student council office?â he asks casually then pointed at the teacherâs table using his chin.
you glanced at it once then agreed with no hesitation. he nods then started heading towards the table. you followed afterwards. some of your classmates are starting to goof around as it was your vacant period.
âyou can carry that.â heâs referring to the fewer stacks of workbooks. it sure does not compare to what he would carry.
âthatâs too many. i can handle more than this.â you said, worried that he will have a hard time carrying those.
he shakes his head, declining.
âi can handle this, baby. besides, its just an alibi.â he smugly chuckle before tilting his head, asking you to follow him outside.
your stomach churns after realizing that he didnât asked for your help because he needs it. its for other reason.
before heading outside, your eyes automatically scanned the room for the other three boys. their eyes are already darted at your direction, like as if theyâve been watching you ever since you stood up.
jake has a pout on his lips. sunghoonâs eyes are piercing as always, but he smirks once met eyes with you. he even made a playful kiss gesture before winking that made you blush. heeseungâs just watching using his soft gaze, only available for you.
âbaby.â jay softly calls out.
that snapped you back in your senses then continued following him. on the way to the office, jay initiated conversation that made you feel at ease. not that youâre uncomfy around him, its just knowing that heâs planning to do something at the office makes you feel things.
the scenario at the library with heeseung flashes back to your mind, making you flustered and wet at the same time. your heart thumped in so much anticipation. a little bit scared... but more on excited.
âafter you.â he smiles gently while prompting you to walk inside before him. his gentlemen gesture made you blush so hard, unable to even utter a simple thanks.
the whole office is as expected, vacant. jay walks pass you after locking the door behind him. he glanced at you while you silently roam your eyes around. the look on your face made jay smirk a little. it reflects a kitten scared for her life. very cute.
âyou can place that here.â he says and puts the workbooks he was holding at the table.
you nodded then trudges towards him to place it near his stacks. his eyes carefully follows your every movement and you can feel his burning eyes, making you feel more nervous.
âare you nervous?â jay reaches for your hand then caress it. his eyes stays at you.
a pout made its way to your lips, âa little.â you admit that made his grin grew wider.
âyeah? why is that?â he asks teasingly then tugs your body close to his.
your brows furrowed and lips pursed, âbecause of you.â
jayâs very satisfied to hear that from you. the fact that you look very adorable and that heâs the reason of it makes his head go fuzzy. his heart aches in so much delight. he wraps his arms around your body and lets you rest your head on his chest, him nuzzling you close.
âyou donât have to feel nervous.â he says and gulped. its making him even more excited.
âi will always feel nervous around you.â
âis that suppose to be a good thing?â he chuckles.
your arms slides over his waist, âyeah.â a heavy sigh escapes from your lips before you continued. âi feel safe with you, but you can also make me feel nervous.â you admits then slowly pulls off from his warm hug.
he lets you, but kept his hand on the small of your back. his eyes darted at you.
âits because you look so handsome all the time.â you complimented him. well, its true. all of them are incredibly good looking, its just out of all those four boys, jay seems to be the one who needs to hear it the most.
youâve noticed how he never flaunt how handsome he is and you remembered that one time where jake said that he rarely take photos as he doesnât like seeing his face. thatâs actually the most non-sense youâve heard that time. how can he not like seeing that kind of face?
you figured you need to do extra effort on complimenting jay, try to help him realize how beautiful he is for your eyesâ and probably to almost everybody around.
âbaby...â jayâs out of words. you totally caught him off-guard and youâre happy about it. feeling proud even.
âwhat? iâm just stating a fact.â with a small smile on your pretty face.
jayâs heart strings tugs. he knew he likes every bits of you, but its still amazing how you manage to still make him feel things like this. at some point he thinks that you have some sort of magic spell and theyâre all under it. heâs not complaining tho.
he leans in for a very soft kiss. youâve felt every emotions heâs having at the moment.
when he pulls away, your eyes looked hazy and lips a little more red after the kiss. he smirks then caress your cheeks carefully. the two of you stares at each otherâs eyes for a while before he talked again.
âtake off your panties and sit down on the sofa.â he instructs that made your heart thump and stomach churn.
he didnât have to even repeat himself. he guides you and you obeyed without any complain. the very familiar sofa causes so much memories to flashback and you just canât help but to blush.
he made you sat down and just like he requested, you reached for your underwear and slides it off. he watches carefully while positioning himself in front, his eyes totally fixed at it. he licks his lips, almost salivating at the view.
âi want to taste your sweetness.â he mumbles after you manage to take your panties off.
he naturally placed both of his hands on your thighs and spread it open for him. the sight of your wet core made him even more thirstier. he canât remember anything that can make him arouse like how the way you do it.
his eyes shifts at you and leans forward for a quick kiss. after liplocking for a few seconds, he pulls away then dips his head to start eating you out.
first lick on your slit and youâre already a whole mess. gasping lightly, your one hand flew over to your mouth trying not to make so much noise.
âdamn, thatâs good.â jay mumbles and then started eating you out. his lips attached to your core. heâs licking, sucking it. making sure he left no part of it that his tongue touched. heâs so addicted.
he looks at you over his eyelashes and his heart felt proud seeing you eyes tight shut, lip caught in between your teeth and head pans left and right.
âlook at me, baby.â he says shortly that made you pry your eyes open. it was a bit hard as the pleasureâs keeping you from doing it easily.
âwatch while i eat you out so good.â he added before diving in to eat you so hard like it was his last meal in his life.
feeling his tongue and lips attached at your core felt so good, having to watch as he does it makes you go crazy. it was a sight to see and the pleasure he gives just adds to the intensity of the situation.
âoh jay...â you moaned that he answered with a hum, the vibration it made threw your head back. your eyes slightly rolled at the back of your head. he taps your thighs, indicating that he wants your eyes back at him and so you obliged.
jay saw how hard your teeth are sunk into your beautiful lips and the way you clenched hardly around his tongue indicates that you are close to release his long awaited sweet juice. he raised one of his hand then slides two fingers with no warning. it made you jolt and moan in pleasure.
âare you close, baby?â he asks so softly. contradicting to his tone is his evil sexy smirk while watching carefully how your face contorts.
you nodded eagerly that made him chuckle, âgive it to me then.â he says as he rut his fingers inside you in a faster pace.
âugh,â you whimpered and watch how he laid his tongue near your hole, making sure it touches perfectly so he can catch every bit of your release.
the sight was enough for you to cum. it was so sensual and jay looked so hot doing it. jay continued to fuck you with his fingers despite after cumming and shaking a bit because of it.
âj-jay...â you moaned and shut your eyes close, unable to handle the pleasure and being stimulated by it.
he teared his gaze off from you and focused on your pulsating pussy. he pulled his fingers off then licks it off clean before attaching his lips on your hole to suck all those juices off.
âoh my gosh..â you moaned, back arching a little and eyes cracking open in surprise. the feeling was undescribably good.
jayâs wiping off some remnance on the corner of his lips before he smiles lovingly at you. he loves your fucked out state, still in trance of how good he just made you feel. he gently grabs your hand and caress it before taking it to his lips, kissing it affectionately.
âwas that good?â he asked even though your face was enough to let him know that you indeed enjoyed every bit of it.
a nod is all you could give him as youâre still high from your climax. he chuckles and kissed your inner thigh once before standing up to collect some tissues to clean you.
âglad to make up from the last time.â he mumbled, referring to when he refused you the release youâve been anticipating. back when heâs still punishing you.
a small smile and a light chuckle escapes your lips, âthat was worth it.â you commented that earned a wide grin from the handsome boy now leaning down to start cleaning his girlfriendâs sweet pussy.
âjay is really my most hated person at the moment.â jake commented as he walks beside you over the parking lot.
the two of you are hand in hand while the three other boys are behind, talking about this topic you couldnât even relate to. jakeâs not that sulky anymore, but his jealous ass canât help but to be upset over his friend.
you caress his warm hands wrapped on yours, âoh come on, i know you love him.â the teasing smile on your face made jake giddy inside. he canât explain how happy he is now that youâve grown closer to all of them. comfortable enough to tease him like this.
he smirks, leaning his face closer. ânot as much as i love you, sweets.â and with no warning he attached his lips on yours.
the kiss made your heart leap. after a couple of seconds he pulls away with a smile.
âiâll see you tomorrow, yeah?â he lifts his other hand to pinch your cheeks lightly as you nod your head.
âtake care of her, jay.â jake says with a playful glare on his face.
sunghoonâs smirking as he silently approach you to give you a kiss on your lips. he mumbled a short good bye before placing your things on jayâs car.
âyou donât even have to remind me.â jay snobbishly says at his friend.
heeseung shakes his head, a bit fed up to their banters. his eyes shifts to you and they soften instantly. he smiles before leaning to kiss you on your forehead then to your lips.
âi love you,â he mumbles then rests his forehead on yours. âhave fun tonight for me.â
you nodded, cheeks blushing hard. âi love you too, hee.â
his heart beats in content and leans away. he gave jay a clap on his shoulder before waving to go approach his own car.
jakeâs still there, shooting glares to his friend. jay snorted as he slid his arms over your waist.
âdude why canât you just be normal like heeseung hyung and sunghoon? they just bid good bye and left.â jay commented.
jake rolls his eyes then focuses back on you.
âi love you, sweets. text me whenever you have time or if you got bored with jay.â he jokes, tho he knew you wouldnât feel that way. his friend is not a boring person and he knew youâll have a great time with him. its just his way of teasing him.
you chuckled, finding it totally funny. jay swats his friendâs arm.
âyouâre so clingy!â
jake just stuck his tongue out before finally walking off. jay sighs and faced you, âheâs so annoying.â
he then opened the carâs door for you.
âhe wonât be jake if he donât tease you guys.â you stated before getting in his car. he carefully secured your spot before he smiles.
âyouâre right.â then he closes your door to go around and ride the driverâs seat.
âwhereâs the store again, baby?â he asks while buckling his seatbelt.
you quickly pulls your phone to check your momâs message. she texted you about the dress sheâs saying a while ago. you told him the name and location of the store. he nods his head and started driving right away.
he lets you connect to the bluetooth of the car for music. a subtle music plays while both of you talks to each other. it was such a chill ride, laughing and teasing each other.
as you arrive at the store, jay parked perfectly and went out to open the door for you. he placed his hand at the small of your back while guiding you inside.
âhi, welcome!â the lady by the counter greets you with a big smile.
âhello, iâm here to pick up a dress.â you gave her the slip that your mom gave you to claim it.
she nods and even ask you to wait. you glanced over jay whose roaming his eyes around the store filled with beautiful dresses. you smiled and leans closer to his body. you felt his hand caress your back as he rest his head on yours.
âwhatâs the dress for?â he asks.
you pursed your lips at his question, âits for her friendâs birthday party. sheâs taking me with her.â then pulls away to look at him.
he stares at your eyes then smiles, âhmm. okay.â and kisses your nose gently.
your heads whipped at the lady when she finally got the dress. it was on your favorite color and looked so cute.
âdo you want to try it so weâll know if the adjustments are perfect?â
âcan i?â you asked jay.
he nods without hesitation. âyeah, definitely.â
you nodded and one of the staff guided you inside their hallway where their stalls are located. jay said heâll be perfectly fine so you donât have to worry and take your time.
the dress looked good on you. the color compliments you perfectly and the style just fits you. you canât help but to thank your mom for understanding your style.
âis it good?â the lady at the entrance of the fitting room smiles warmly, admiring how good you look.
you nodded your head, pleased. âyes, thank you so much. its perfect.â
a big satisfied smile spread across her face. âglad you liked it.â
she left you to change back to your original clothes and after that you went to the counter to sign something. she handed you the paper bag and thanked you as you head outside.
jayâs by his car, leaning attractively. you noticed some people craning their necks just to look at the handsome boy. it boost something in you while watching him staring at you with a warm smile. to have all his attention focused on you despite some eyes fixated on him.
âall done, baby?â he asks and hand already reaching for your waist as you approach him.
you nodded and even raised the paperbag.
he smirks then kisses your cheeks as he grab the paperbag from you.
âi have something for you.â he stated that made you look at him with full curiosity.
âwhat is it?â
he opens the backseat and placed your paperbag inside then he pulls out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. your lips gaps at the sight of it.
âw-what...â you gulped then accept it from him.
âyou liked it?â and arms wrapped around your waist once again.
âyes.â and pouts. âwhatâs it for?â
he tilts his head with a slight furrowed brows. âdo i need a reason to give flowers to my beautiful girlfriend?â
that made you blush hard. stomach turning and heart thumping fast, reacting for jay. it was like an automatic response already. to even think that he tugs your heartstrings like how heeseung does is unbelievable.
âthank you so much.â you mumbles cutely that made jay melt.
âanything for you.â and he placed a gentle kiss at your forehead.
the whole ride to his condo unit, you got your eyes fixated at your flowers. he canât help but to feel proud of it. if this is how youâll react every time you receive flowers then he will gladly give you all the flowers in the world.
after a few minutes, you noticed that youâre driving inside a very expensive and private condo building. the security itself is tight, but once the guards saw jayâs familiar car they let him through easily.
your mouth gaps while looking around the tall fancy buildings.
âyou live here?â you couldnât help but ask.
he chuckles finding you adorable. âyeah.â he casually said.
you knew that the boys are wealthy. mainly why youâre aware that they get away from their troubles too easily.
âall alone?â your question caught him slightly off-guard.
heeseung lives with his parents and older brother. youâve been in their house a couple of times. tho you didnât meet his parents yet, you remembered him mentioning that he lives with him.
jake also lives with his parents. youâve been in his house once. you met his mom and sheâs very sweet.
sunghoonâs house is the nearest to the school. around an expensive private neighborhood. youâve heard rumors about their million dollar mansion.
âyeah.â jay says. he doesnât seem sad about it, but you canât help but to be worried by thinking that heâs alone here.
jay glanced at you and chuckles when he saw how you look at him with so much worry.
âits fine, baby. my mom got that condo for me since our main house is far from the city. she doesnât want me driving that long all the time.â he comforts you, reaching his hand on you to caress your thighs for consoling.
âdonât you feel lonely?â you ask, still worried.
he shakes his head right away to assure you. heâs also not lying about it. he doesnât feel lonely at all and he actually like living independently.
âbesides, heeseung hyung have a unit at the same floor as mine. he sleeps their from time to time.â he assures you.
âokay.â and finally smiles.
he chuckles, âyou can come visit me too, you know?â with a smirk.
that made you blush, but you try to conceal it with playful glares shooting right at him.
âare you kidding? the security is so tight. i doubt iâll manage to go through it.â
he scoffs, âiâll let them know that youâre my girlfriend.â he winks that made you roll your eyes.
âyouâre so cute.â he commented and finally started parking his car.
after he manages to park, he went out of the car as you patiently wait for him to open the door. he grabs some of your things at the backseat using one of his hand. the other reaches for yours and the two of you walks over the elevator hand in hand.
jayâs condo unit looks so cozy. just by one look you can already tell he picked all the things. it screams so much like him, fits him perfectly.
âmake yourself feel at home, baby.â he says.
you slowly walked over the big glass wall to look at the beautiful view in front. the city looks incredibly relaxing. all the cars driving and people walking that looked like toys from the height of his condo unit is amusing.
âhey,â he approaches and caged you in a back hug.
your hand rests at his arms wrapped around you.
âgo to my room and change into this.â and he pulls away to hand you a paper bag that has a logo of a very expensive brand.
âwhat...â
he smiles, âiâll cook for us then weâll have dinner at my balcony. sounds good?â
your eyes stares at him and you canât help but to feel so overwhelmed at how romantic this man is. you nodded your head and accept the paperbag with a clouded mind.
he smirks, âgreat.â then placed a kiss on your head.
âtake your time getting ready. i also asked someone to buy some make up products for you.â he raised a hand and scratch the back of his head, looking a bit shy.
âiâm n-not sure if you use those brands, butââ you threw yourself at him for a tight hug to let him know how much you appreciate his efforts for this.
âthank you so much, jay.â
he melts into your hug and returns it. âno problem, baby.â
you two stayed like that for a few more seconds before you headed to his room and he went to the kitchen to start preparing for the dinner. your heart felt so full just by hearing that he will cook for you.
jayâs really sweet. he got you flowers and this dress. also the make up. you canât believe he will be this considerate.
his room looks neat. a few guitars displayed at the corner. some liquor bottles at a cabinet. a few pictures that you checked. one with his parents and another one with his friends. theyâre all smiling so wide at the picture.
another picture is also the four of them, but it was a younger version of them. they all looked adorable and despite knowing that they have a strong bond, you canât help but to notice how obvious the difference between their personalities.
heeseung have this small smile, hair fixed perfectly. jakeâs smiling so widely and even holds a peace sign by one of his hand. sunghoonâs not smiling at the camera and have one of his eyebrows raised. he looked so snobby. jay have this warm smile that indicates how happy he is while having his friends beside him.
you heard out of all the four, heâs the only one who doesnât have a sibling. a part of you felt sad for it, because you knew it yourself. you know how it feels having no one to play with and talk to. yes, you have your mom but there are things you cannot share with her. sometimes, you wished you have a sibling.
thankfully jay found it with his friends. a smile spreads on your face while caressing the picture of them using your thumb.
you spent almost two hours preparing for this dinner. a few moments after, you heard a faint knock at jayâs door.
âcome in.â you mumbled and soon the door creaks open, revealing jay.
your mouth gaps at how good he looks. heâs wearing this semi formal outfit just to fit the vibe of your dress.
âwow.â he mumbles, eyes fixed at you. his eyes flickers with so much adoration. he always think you are pretty and when he saw that dress, he already know it will look good on you. but now that youâre wearing it, its a different thing.
he walks closer towards you with careful steps. taking time to appreciate how gorgeous you are. it made you blush and makes your heart warm. jay just never fails to make you feel like youâre the prettiest person alive.
âyou look breath-taking.â he sincerely said and rests both of his hands on your hips, fingers slightly digging on the skin. he canât help but to get excited about it.
you giggled and wrapped your arms over his nape. âyou look so good too.â
he smiles and leans in for a gentle kiss on your cheeks. âbut not as good as you.â
after both of you got satisfied on admiring each other, jay guided you outside the room. he blindfolds your eyes saying he wanted to surprise you with the set up he made himself.
its not very grand, (it is) but still he made effort. regardless, youâre sure you will love it. just how he prepares everything, youâre already more than thankful.
âoh my gosh...â both of your hands flew in your mouth in amusement.
a trail of red roses are made towards his balcondy where a simple yet elegant table was set up for your date. it was perfect.
he laid his hand in front of you with a handsome smile. satisfied with how you reacted. he was thrilled, almost a little nervous, as to how you will take this dinner thing. thankfully, you looked happy about it. with slight tears of joy brimming your eyes, he knew he did a good job.
the two of you walks towards the dinner table and he even pulled a chair for you.
âthank you.â you canât stop smiling as he sat in front then takes care of you.
he told you the dishes he prepared for tonight and the pure amusement in your eyes didnât slip off from jayâs eyes.
âyou cooked this?â amazed at how it looked like something that will be served at a five star restaurant.
he nods his head, very proud. he tilts his head and asked you to take a bite. just how the meat melts in your mouth is perfect. you arenât even exaggerating, but it taste so good.
âits perfect, jay! youâre such a good cook!â you exclaimed that made jay smile even bigger. his palm rests on top of chest.
âiâm glad you liked it baby.â
he pours you a glass of champagne. âare we even allowed to...?â your words halts referring to the alcohol when youâre just on your senior highschool.
he laughs, âits fine. just a glass of it wonât hurt.â he assures you.
you nodded, a little excited about it. he saw that and chuckles.
âbut make sure not to drink too much baby. i donât want to take you home drunk. i will be on your momâs bad side. we donât want that, do we?â
you laughed lightly and nodded.
the night went on with just the two of you talking about random stuff. he will ask you things he was curious of you and youâll do the same thing. as the conversation went on and on, you find yourself feeling more comfortable around jay.
âwhen did you start liking me, jay?â you suddenly asked after remembering heeseung sharing this cute information as to how it all started for him.
somehow it made you curious for the other boyâs version.
jayâs not caught off-guard about it. well, maybe a little but not too much. he sighs and eyes dropped at his almost finished meal. he tilts his head, one hand plays through his wine glass.
âhonestly, i was actually a little annoyed at you before.â he revealed with a chuckle.
you instantly got your brows furrowed at this new acquired information.
âwhat? why?â curious.
he laughs, finding it funny. finding his old self funny for it.
âbecause of how down bad you got my friends on you.â he started. he stops for a while then let out a sigh.
âi was the last one to discover these feelings for you. i guess its safe to say i was the most denial.â he clicks his tongue. âlike i said, iâm kind of annoyed at you.â
your lips pursed, listening attentively.
âi transferred to our school when weâre on nineth grade, remember?â he says and you nodded your head.
jay doesnât go to your current school before. since his home is far from here, he used to attend somewhere near his house. but he transferred because he wanted to be with his friends. you still remember clearly how the girls in your class went crazy for the new guy, park jongseong.
he was the talk of the whole campus for weeks. saying how perfect he is and how his group of friends are just a bunch of visuals. well, you couldnât disagree with that.
âeven before i can move here, theyâre already been talking about this girl nonstop.â he started again then eyes focused on you. âthey talk about you like youâre the only girl in the campus.â
your heart thumped faster at what he said.
âi was annoyed because at some point, they donât give enough attention to my transfer to the school. all they can tell me is how amazing you are.â he chuckles. âout of curiosity and also irritation, i started to watch you from a far just like them. i was convincing myself that i will find something that can make my friends realize that you arenât that special.â he couldnât help but to smirk.
âbut i just found myself drawn towards you. suddenly iâm not watching you for the main reason i started it. suddenly its because i was caught up, and just like them i fell...â his hand reached over and fingers plays carefully with yours. âand fell continuously until i cannot rise from this feelings anymore.â
your eyes softens and fingers hold his tightly.
âinstead of finding reasons for them to unlike you, i found the reasons why they like you so much, baby.â
you pout and eyes watered with so much affection. heart felt so full because of the things he just said. you canât believe it. jay, despite being the one whose been a little more nicer out of all of them, still felt distant before. his nonchalant demeanour made you think he donât like you as much as the others. turns out youâre wrong.
âi love you, baby.â
you sniffs and stood up from your chair to approach him. he moves his chair back a little to give you space and let you sit at his lap comfortably.
you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face on the side of his face.
âi love you.â you mumble so gently that knocks out the air out of jayâs heart.
to hear those words straight out from your mouth has a different effect on him. he was at awe for a moment before he finally pulls himself back to his senses. he made you face him and cupped your face affectionately.
âyouâre very special to me, y/n. i may not be as expressive as the others as i am afraid to show my vulnerability, but please always remember that i am so soft for you. you are my soft spot.â he said while staring right into your eyes.
âplease never forget that.â
you caress his cheeks, âi know how strong of a person you are, jay. but always know that showing weakness doesnât mean you are not strong. you are a human after all. for me, youâre a very wonderful person.â and with that he leans in for a heated kiss.
his kisses are intense and so is how his hand rests on your face. your eyes shut and just enjoys this moment with jay, hand rests over his shoulder. his open mouthed kiss moves from your lips to your chin, then down to your neck.
âjay..â you moaned.
âi want to fuck you here.â he mumbles that instantly sent your mind afar. you are loss and too caught up in the moment that you barely give a care if his balcony is wide open and free for people to see.
âplease...â you mumble that made jay go crazy.
âstand up and lean on the railings.â he instructed that you obliged right away.
your breaths are heavy while you wait full anticipation for jay to get in touch with you once again. the view beneath his balcony is very pretty and honestly add to the feels. youâre too turned on and the arousal is already poisining your right mind to think about anything but jayâs dick.
not long after, his toned chest are pressed on your back. he dips his head and kisses your exposed shoulder blades towards your neck.
âyouâre so beautiful.â he compliments as one of his hand rummages to pull your dress up so he can fuck you from the back. âso damn beautiful.â he added then slides your panties to the side.
he has his zipper open and his cock pulled outside, so hard and ready for you. he licks his fingers then strokes his dick a few times before placing the starts trailing your line.
âlets get you wet enough first, hm?â he softly whispered, lips kissing you on your ears.
you whimpered and hand rests at his thigh behind you.
âi donât want my baby hurting from my big dick.â he chuckles and kept on tracing the line. his dirty words were enough to get you dripping wet for him.
âjay...â you said, out of breath even if you arenât doing anything.
he chuckles, finding you adorable. âall right, iâm coming in baby.â he whispered then slowly put his cock inside of you.
the stretch made you moan out and whimper softly. once he managed to put it fully, he tries to make you face him.
âgive me a kiss.â he demanded that you gave in. the kiss was slightly messy, but you didnât care.
he asked you to hold on the railings as he started to fuck into you, his large hands dominates your hips. he started slow, enjoying how tight you felt around his cock. but the pleasure it was giving him made it impossible not to go faster.
he started rutting his cock in a faster pace that felt delicious. he groans as he peppered your back with light soft kisses. it was affectionate and honestly started to drive you crazy.
âugh,â you moaned heavenly at the intensity of how jayâs fucking you at the moment.
his thick cock just slides in and out of you, reaching the parts of your insides thatâs been longing for him. one of your hand hold his arm for support as you can feel your knees weakening from too much pleasure.
the breeze are slightly cold but the heat coming from both of your bodies are enough to keep you warm.
âoh my gosh... so good.â you mumble as your eyes rolls at the back of your head. jayâs brows are furrowed as he looks down on your privates connecting. the erotic sounds of your skins slapping making him feel alot of things, arousal being on top of it.
âyeah baby. youâre right.â he says. âyou feel so damn good around me.â and he started fucking faster and deeper.
it was so intense and not surprising that youâre reaching your climax already. the familiar knot forming inside your stomach causes you to clench around jayâs throbbing dick. it sends instant pleasure for him, making him groan and moan. he sounded so sexy.
âcumming for me?â
you nodded your head, lips caught in between your teeth.
âme too, baby. iâm close too.â he then continued trying to drive both of you to reach that release.
you came undone to jayâs dick and is a moaning mess after it. he groans heavily and kept on fucking his hot seeds back inside your tight hole.
he made your head turn to face him for a messy kiss, giggling and chuckling in between while still helping both of you in riding your high.
âi love you so much.â he says, connecting your foreheads together.
you managed to pull a small smile, despite being drunk in lust over the climax you just reached. âi love you, jay.â and with that he leans for a peck before smirking.
âlet me fuck you on the couch too.â and then started guiding you inside his dim lit condo. the only source of light are from the bright moon and some from the building next to his.
he sat down and helped you get on top of him, carefully placing both of his hands on your waist. he watches how you hold his dick and aligned it perfectly to your entrance. his eyes darted at you and hold a stare while you slowly sunk on his dick making you both moan in pleasure.
jayâs a tough man. heâs very independent and ever since he was a little, he refused to be viewed at the weaker side. heâs known for his nonchalant side, but with you heâs more than willing to show his vulnerable side. the side that melts completely to your soft touches and the side that submits to your soft gaze. he will fully let you take over him whole and he promised he will never regret. he perfectly knew his weakness and sheâs right in front of him, looking so beautiful as always.
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Everybody knows Iâm a good girl, officer âĄ
(colin zabel x under arrest!reader)
Summary: once again, you find yourself being arrested by Colin, adding to his piling stress from an unsolved case. However, you discover that a tiny favor for the detective might bring him some much needed cheerâŚ
Wordcount: 5.7k
Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), car sex, coaxing, reader is under the influence of alcohol, brief mention of a bar fight, aggressive and rude reader, rly vague implied age gap, technically abuse of authority (itâs obvious, but Iâm still putting it out there. I advise not to read if any of this makes you uncomfortable)
A/N: sorry for the major inactivity guys, Iâve been busy! And this fic ended up being longer than I expected, but I hope itâs good enough quality. My first ever smut, so hope u guys enjoy <3 (also sorry if any typos btw T^T)
You stood motionless, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the alcohol's effects faded. The rush of emotion receded to an eerie calm. As your vision adjusted in the dim light, the scene came into focus - onlookers surrounded you and a woman now being helped from the floor. Through the buzz still clouding your mind, one detail emerged with painful clarity: her bruised and bloodied face, a stark reminder of the harm just caused in a moment of impaired impulse and from your god awful temper.
Now the woman who you beaten black and blue, almost to the point of passing out, wasn't the focal point for dispelling the haze of your impulsive rage. Nah, this lady had it coming when she slut shamed you for being oh-so-bold enough to wear a tank top tonight. No, it was the bright flashing hues of blue and red seeping through the windows that acted as your wakeup call.
Just like that, a realization hit with sobering clarity - âShit. Cops.â Without pause, you shoved through the crowd, desperation driving every move. Bursting through the door, the frigid night air raised goosebumps across your skin. Damnit, maybe the tank top wasnât the best choice after all. Intoxicated or not, you were in no shape for an arrest. Stumbling at first, you found your footing and picked up speed, putting distance between yourself and the scene of the incident you started. You were gonna make it through! You were gonna outrun those pigs and they would never get their grubby hands onto you!
âŚThat was until, a loathsome voice sounded from behind.
âHey- hey! Where do you think youâre going?â
Before you knew it, you felt hands locked around your arms, yanking you to a halt. The telltale jingle of metal broke through your panic and with a sharp click, cold steel encircled your wrists. A glance back confirmed your dread. You werenât being handcuffed by just any stinking cop - it was that good for nothing detective Colin Zabel arresting you once more, and for what, the third time this week? Thatâs one hell of a streak.
You sighed inwardly, the fight draining from your limbs, knowing any attempt in resisting would be in vain. âGoddammit Zabel, canât you give it a rest?âŚâ you muttered under your breath, as he hauled you back to the police car.
"I know, I know - save your excuses," Colin cut you off wearily, the smile not reaching his eyes. âJusâ⌠donât start, âKay? Do me a solid and quietly get in the car.â He opened the car door to the backseat, gesturing for you to step inside. Despite his perpetual mask of affability, you detected an edge of irritation - his good humor and patience clearly worn down by your repeated encounters.
âWhatever manâŚâ you sighed as the door clamped shut with finality. Through the window you watched Colin slip into the driver's seat, releasing a long exhale as if to shed the stress of your latest encounter. At least you provided some diversion from his endless paperwork, though you doubted he'd admit as much.
True to his by-the-book nature, he slinked the seatbelt over himself, securing it with an assured click. Out of habit, he craned his neck over his shoulder, asking out of the goodwill of his heart. âOh! Almost forgot. Do ya need a lilâ hand with fastening your seatbelt too?â he offered warmly, âDonât want any extra accidents happening tonight, am I right or am I right?â A hearty chuckle followed, dying abruptly once he took in your expression - eyes hooded and mouth set in a grim line.
âFuck off Zabel.â you growled in response, fixing your stare out the window. He felt tension coil in his gut but forced it down with a hard gulp. As a veteran officer, he had faced far worse than you, yet something about your unpredictable defiance unsettled him. For a moment, under your glare, an angry retort rose to his lips but he bit it back, sensing it would only stoke the flames. Best to let the dust settle, he decided. Starting the car, he pointedly kept his eyes forward and drove in loaded silence.
âAlriiiighty then, no seatbelt it is. Iâm just gonna⌠ah- yâknowâŚ.â He cleared his throat, voice petering off into a nonsensical mumble as he shifted gears.
An uncomfortable hush fell over the car, only the revving of the engine permeating the stillness. Colin tapped the wheel, wishing for a distraction from the tension. His mind raced through possible conversation starters but came up blank. A stolen glance in the mirror found your stony profile unchanged. With a sigh, he focused back to the road, flicking on the radio more for the static noise than any musical preference.
Colin hummed softly to fill the silence, earning another kick from the backseat - your fourth such outburst. He was the pinnacle of what it meant to be a pushover, but he still stood his ground when needed to⌠in his own unique way. âH-Hey, Cut it out kid! And be nice,â he let out a weary sigh, peeking up at your vexed form through the rearview mirror âYou know, Iâm not a fan of this attitude youâve got going on. Havenât been for the past week.â
You sank lower into the seat, glowering. âFirst of all, old man, lay off the âkidâ crap. Iâm not a child.â You rolled your eyes at his feeble attempt at reprimand.
Colin bit back another retort, clenching his jaw. Pride demanded he have the last word, if only to reclaim a shred of dignity in his own vehicle. âHm no, I think Iâll call you a kid. âCause you know why? Youâre acting like one, like right now.â he replied evenly, bubbling frustration leaking through his amicable veneer, yet he still maintained some semblance of civility between him and your not-so-good of a temper.
As you drew your breath to speak, Colin beat you to it. âLook- all Iâm sayinâ is, this isnât good for you. This is the third time this week Iâm haulinâ you in here. The third time!â Weariness tinged his laughter as he splayed his fingers out in front of him, only to reclaim the steering wheel in a swift motion. âNot only is this not doing you any favors kidâ-â
âI said donât call me kid.â You interjected sharply, cutting him off this time.
Colin continued on autopilot, fatigue chipping away at his usual cheer. âIt's also not doing me any favors either. I've got a case to crack, but Mare - my partner - thought itâd be best if I dealt with you while she took charge of the investigation for the nightâŚâ
His shoulders slumped, eyes downcast as a cloud of disappointment settled in. As a county detective, he longed to prove himself with this investigation, not play referee to petty disputes. But saying no had never come easy, especially when others mistook his calm demeanor as weakness.
Silently, your eyes veered away from the passing scenery outside the car window, finally taking notice of his careworn features in the mirror. Attuned to the new lines of fatigue etched upon his face, you perhaps began to understand that this was wearing him too.
âMust suck being everyoneâs errand boy.â You observed, tone lacking its usual bite.
Colin offered a tired nod. âComes with the job, I guessâŚâ his words trailed off, accompanied by a somber tone as his gaze returned to the road. âBut yâknow what they say- it is what it is.â he added softly, punctuating the statement with a self deprecating laugh.
Surprisingly, a twinge of sympathy tugged at your heart - a rare reaction to the shithead county detective. For all his attempts at camaraderie, which admittedly grated, you had to respect his resilience in the face of your unrelenting hostility. Hell, that time you clocked him during arrest, most would've thrown the book - but not Colin. His patience and optimism seemed a superpower, weathering your worst without breaking stride.
A strange blend of sympathy and guilt surged through you, as the realization struck you hard like a freight train - you had subjected the poor detective to a relentless barrage of undeserved hardship, oblivious to the weight of his personal burdens. Your chest tightened, and a foreign sensation stirred deep within as the reflection in the rearview mirror held your gaze captive.
The need for redemption gnawed at your conscience, but how could you possibly make things right? You've been a real pain in the ass to him for a good while now. Within the depths of your alcohol-induced haze, a daring idea began to take shape - could you perhaps make amends through a little bit of... shared pleasure?
It was pure insanity. Drunken impulses (and drunken you) are the epitome of idiocy. Vivid images flooded your thoughts, projecting the sheer horror that would contort his face if you dared to make a move now. It was likely that he hadn't experienced the touch of a woman in quite some time. And yet, that was precisely the point. The poor guy may have been deprived of any intimate encounters since his fiancĂŠe abruptly left him, and the growing urge within compelled you to do something about it.
Undeterred, an unwavering determination fueled your decision to make a bold move and test the waters. Shattering the silence, you adopted an uncharacteristically sweet tone to conceal your true intentions. "Hey Colin, think I could sit up front? It's kinda cramped back here."
Colin glanced over, clearly skeptical of your politeness given past rides. "Not sure that's protocol..." he began, ever the rule-follower.
Your lips formed a slight pout, an innocent plea. "Aw câmon, I'm starting to feel queasy. Just to the station, what's the harm?"
âUhhâŚ.â
Colin's head snapped in your direction, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized your expression. Despite his suspicion, a flicker of genuine concern crossed his face. The thought of you unleashing your 'gastric distress' all over his car seemed to be a genuine fear he really wanted to avoid. He did not need an extra pukefest tonight.
Reluctantly, he caved in to your request, his voice colored with a mix of resignation and caution. "Ah, jeez... Look, you're not supposed to sit in the front, but fine, I'll make an exception this time." He maneuvered the car to the side of the road, stepping out to open the door for you. As you settled into the passenger seat, he retook his place beside you.
"Jus' promise me you won't end up throwing up in the car, 'cause I'm not looking forward to cleaning up that mess." With a playful smirk, he wagged his finger at you, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words.
"Chillaaaax, Colin. Donât even worry, you won't see me hurling tonight. I've got it all under control," you declared, gracing him with a reassuring smile. The unexpected warmth of your expression caught him off guard, contrasting sharply with your usual snarky demeanor and the piercing death stares he had grown accustomed to.
However, Colinâs initial reservations melted away, reciprocating the gesture as a warm smile played across his face. He resumed his position behind the wheel, ready to continue the drive. But just as he was about to press the gas pedal, you captured the moment and took action. It was officially reckless business oâ clock. You sank down from the car seat, your knees grazing along the surface as you shifted toward the detective.
Colin's eyes widened comically, his mouth agape, utterly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. "K-Kid, what on earth are youâ"
Cutting him off, your slurred words emerged with a hushed urgency. "Shush. And I told you not to call me kid. Just wait, let me..."
Your words trailed off as you grappled with the cramped space of the car. Hindered by the handcuffs that still restricted your movement, you struggled to find a way to support yourself without the use of your arms. Nonetheless, you persevered, inching your way beneath the steering wheel and between Colin's legs.
You released a sigh of relief as you settled comfortably onto your knees. âPhew! Crawling around is no walk in the park without some arms. Anyways...â
âHi.â An impish grin spread across your face, your eyes flickering upwards, locking with his apprehensive gaze.
âWow hi, haha!â his smile, already awkward, stiffened further as he involuntarily sunk deeper into the car seat, attempting to create as much distance as possible between the two of you. âSo um⌠is everything okay? I mean, whatâs happening right now? What are you⌠doinâ down there, specifically?â His words tumbled out, laden with confusion and a touch of concern.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â you giggled, thoroughly amused by the sight of the detective squirming uneasily in his seat. A delicate flush of pink tinted his cheeks, a detail that didn't escape your notice. Your voice dropped into a low purr as you continued, relishing in the tension that swirled between you. âWeeeell... I had this little thought, you see. I wanted to make amends. You know, for being such a pain to you over the past few weeks."
A coy little shrug followed your words, as if you were merely toying with the idea. âAnd I figured, what better way than to help my favorite detective relieve summa his stress off his shoulders.â
You awaited his response with a wide grin, but all that greeted you was a dumbfounded Colin, his face now aflame with a deep shade of crimson blush, eyes wide and unblinking. The sound of his breathing, short and heavy, filled the tense silence, leaving you to wonder if perhaps you had made him uncomfortable. Although a certain part of his body seemed to betray a different sentiment, stiffened and undeniable.
As both of your gazes inadvertently dropped, your eyes locked onto a conspicuous tent forming beneath Colin's slacks. A mix of surprise and amusement flickered across your face, mirrored by the silent murmuring of the word 'crap' that escaped his lips. âHah⌠thatâs uh- real strange. Donât know why thatâs happening,â He gulped. âGood olâ keys in the pocket, huh? Theyâre a pain, especially when they decide to stick out in weird angles. It's like, whoa, things can get a little⌠funny, you know? Awkward, even.â He added, his voice revealing a hint of panic as he desperately attempted to maintain his composure, all while his raging boner was in plain sight.
âOh for godâs sake,â you groaned, impatience tracing a light furrow on your brow as the restraint of the handcuffs exacerbated your frustration. "You're not seriously trying to play dumb with me, are you?" You said, annoyance and amusement bleeding through your words. The power dynamics had shifted, leaving you unable to take the lead, and instead relying on the nervous wreck of a detective before you.
You closed your eyes for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath to steady fraying nerves. Determined to take a gentler approach, you decided to navigate this delicate situation with care.
"Come on, Col..." you cooed, leaning forward as far as you could, resting your head gently on his thigh. Your voice took on a soft, persuasive tone. "Let me do this for you." With a subtle flutter of your lashes, you batted your eyes, mimicking the innocent charm of a puppy seeking its owner's attention. Colin flinched, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of your sudden touch. Yet, he remained motionless, his eyes fixed upon you in mounting suspense.
A smile curled upon your lips as you sensed his lack of immediate resistance, emboldening you to press forward with your gentle coercion. "Just once," you whispered, your voice filled with earnestness. "Let me do this once, and I promise you'll feel so much better afterward."
â..Jesus, I donât know âbout this⌠IâŚ.â Colin mumbled, trailing off with a heavy uncertainty.
He sat frozen in place, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His bottom lip bore the marks of his nervous chewing, while his brows knitted together in a hesitant frown as he weighed his options.
He knew he shouldn't, he reaaaally should not. It was morally wrong, a breach of professionalism, and could jeopardize his career if discovered. His eyes darted frantically outside the car's windows, scanning the desolate darkness that enveloped the streets in secrecy. But technically, no one would find out, would they?
And god, it had been a long while since he had been with a woman, especially since the bitter end of his engagement. And there you were right now, on your knees, your eagerness to please him palpable. Just the sight of you pouting sent his stomach into a frenzy of uncontrollable flutters, a reaction unexpected even from someone with a volatile temper like yours.
Bewitched by your feminine wiles, he barely registered how his hand had crept onto the top of your head, his thumb caressing your scalp with a tender touch. The throbbing heat in his pants intensified, overpowering any remaining restraint. With cautious swiftness, he glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any prying eyes, before his gaze settled back on your face - your smile, a comforting anchor in the sea of his conflicting emotions.
He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, his voice barely rising above a whisper. "F-Fine... Jusâ promise me you won't breathe a word of this to anyone, alright?" His hands returned to himself, fingers trembling as he loosened the clasp of his belt. The once ironclad resolve that had held him together began to crumble like fragile dust, succumbing to the pull of the moment.
âYou have my word Col.â you reassured, your voice a soft murmur teeming with exhilaration.
Colin proceeded to undo his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the confined space. As he shoved them down, the dim glow of a distant streetlight seeped through the car window, casting a faint illumination on the scene. You couldnât see all that clearly in the dark, but you did catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock protruding beneath his boxers, the fabric adorned with a telltale wet spot. Needless to say, he was far more excited than he was letting on.
Your mouth watered in anticipation, your core aching with need. Your senses heightened, thighs instinctively clenching as you awaited his next move. But just as Colin's thumb looped under his waistband, he hesitated, uncertainty settling over him like an icy veil. Restraints confined your hands, the itch of frustration crawling beneath your skin. In this moment, the immobility of your arms felt like a punishment far worse than being thrown into a holding cell later that night.
Unable to physically intervene, you relied on the power of your voice to guide the hesitant detective. "It's alright," you coaxed, tone laced with soothing encouragement. "Shake those nerves off, just this once. No one will ever find out..."
Colin's response came in the form of a hesitant nod - quick, uncertain, but nevertheless a nod. With painstaking slowness, he mustered the courage to give his boxers a small tug, gradually lowering them at an agonizingly slow pace. The measured movements seemed almost teasing, as if he were intentionally prolonging the moment. However, the truth was he basically personified a bundle of nerves, as though he was a schoolboy experiencing the thrill of his first make out session, unsure and skittish in his actions.
"How about we ditch these stupid handcuffs and let me take charge?" you suggested, your tone cutting through the air with an assertiveness that bordered on demand. Colin's head snapped up, surprise briefly shadowing his features as he registered the sudden shift in your demeanor and the scowl that tugged your lips. He couldn't entirely fault you for your impatience - he had been taking his sweet time with dropping his boxers. However, a part of him harbored a lack of trust, as dubious as it may sound. The restraints provided a sense of comfort and security, keeping you in check.
Colin's throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Ehh... sorry, but that's a no-can-do," he deflected your proposal with his trademark easy smile. "You understand, right? It's nothing personal. Jusâ think it's... better this way."
âUghâŚâ you grunted, eyes rolling in annoyance. You relinquished your desires, holding back any further comments or demands.
After what felt like an eternity, Colin steeled his nerves enough to continue, no longer willing to delay the inevitable. In a swift motion, he grasped the waistband, sliding it down until his cock sprang free, bobbing slightly in the air. Your gaze, once fixated on the crop of brown pubic hair adorning the base, now traced the veiny pathways that ran along his thick length, leading to the swollen tipâflushed red and leaking. For a seemingly meek police detective, he sure had a nice looking dick.
You smiled as you leaned in, tilting your head closer. Your eyes, brimming with excitement, darted back and forth between his face and his erection, gauging his reaction as you tested the boundaries. Despite his initial apprehension, there was a glimmer of delight in his gaze. Encouraged by his response, you inched closer, your lips ghosting the underside of his shaft, your warm breath teasing his sensitive skin, coaxing it to twitch in response.
Colin squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the moment. âCrap, look- in case it wasnât obvious enough, itâs been a while for me,â he blurted out shakily, already roused by the sight of your pretty lips caressing the heat emanating from his dick, sending a wave of warmth sweeping over him. His legs parted further, an unspoken invitation for you to draw nearer. âSo sorry if IâŚ. Yâknow.. too early.â He stammered with urgency.
âI mean, you already look like youâre ready to burst before I even touched you,â you shrugged with a light chuckle. âBut I kinda like that.â You flashed him a playful smirk.
He remained speechless, his face flustered and turned away, a deep red painting his features in the stillness of the moment.
Regardless, you took the plunge, gently pressing your lips against the sensitive underside of his cock. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped his lips, a clear sign for you to continue. From top to bottom, you peppered his length with tender, soothing kisses. His hand immediately reached for your hair, his fingers finding solace in the roots to distract himself from cumming too fast, careful not to exert too much force and risk hurting you.
"And sorry about the whole hair-holding thing. I, uh... need something to hold onto when I'm really focused," he confessed, his bashful laughter intertwining with his words. His face still burning a deep scarlet hue, the admission both vulnerable and endearing. "Habit," he added, his lips twitching with shy sincerity.
âYou can grip my hair as hard as you want. I donât mind a little rough treatment.â you shot a wink, a giggle escaping your lips. Lowering your head, you tilted it to the side, your tongue tracing a stripe against his sensitive balls. Eagerly, you pressed your face forward, your lips latching onto one of them, suckling on it with a gentle yet insistent rhythm, each release elicited a small pop.
âMmff!â fuck..â Colinâs jaw went slack, a deep groan rolling off his tongue the moment your mouth made contact, his resistance melting away under the spell of your touch. His dark brown eyes dilated, glazing over your form below him. âYeah, jusâ like that⌠jusâ like thatâŚâ he managed to utter out, his heaving breaths punctuated by muttered words of approval. His fingers entwined with your hair, massaging the crown of your head in a visceral gesture of pleasure.
âOoh, you like that donât you?â you remarked, a playful lilt in your voice as you pulled back slightly, savoring the sight of the detective's face contorting with undeniable bliss. âI wanna hear it baby, tell me how much you needed this.â You crooned, face colored with a teasing grin.
âOkay-okay fine, I wonât lieâŚâ Colin huffed, admittance causing eyes to flutter away. Amused, you chuckled, flattening your tongue against his length, gliding it along a long and deliberate path, coaxing the rest of his words to spill out. A delicious shiver of electricity ran down his spine, sending a cascade of goosebumps rippling down his skin from his erection being teased. âAgh!- y-yes I needed this, I really⌠really needed this.â he babbled out, his breath hitching with the weight of his confession.
Satisfied, you continued. Your kisses swept from the base and drifted all the way up to the tip of his cock, tongue salty with precum as it expertly caressed the ridges. Colin's body quivered, responding with an urgent jerk of his hips, a wordless plea for you to take his cock into the warm and wet comfort of your mouth. You could feel the urgency in his veins buzz with an electric fervor, beckoning you to go further. For the sake of soothing him, you pressed your lips right onto the swollen head, treating him to small kitten licks on his sensitive slit.
âYouâre so goddamn gorgeous...â Colin moaned, teetering on the edge of a whimper. His hips bucked forward once more, ramming his tip deeper into your mouth. Each squirm of his body against the supple leather of the car seat produced a small squeak, almost serving as a subtle backdrop to the moment. âGod, you scare the living crap outta me... but f-fuck, youâre sososo p-pretty!â He choked, another whimper caught in his throat.
âMhm⌠thatâs what I do best detectiveâŚâ you mumbled with a full mouth, the warmth of his fluids clinging to your breath.
The evidence of your arousal was just as indisputable as his, your panties most definitely soaked from the act of using your mouth on the detective alone, cunt weeping from the lewd noises leaving him with each stroke. Your lips glided further down along him, accommodating his warm slickness as you relaxed your jaw. âOhmygod- holy shit you feel so good...â he groaned. He slumped back against the backrest, head lolling over his shoulder as he fought to stifle a moan. âNgh- so good f-for meâŚâ
Despite the discomfort that knotted your knees and the soreness that gnawed at your back from kneeling on the unforgiving car floor longer than you shouldâve (all while handcuffed too!), that fiery bundle of elation simmering in your belly powered you through it. After all, Colin was all you could focus on, eclipsing everything else. His raw groans, the incoherent praises that spilled from his mouth, and the way your name danced off his tongue like silk - it was all you needed in the moment, utterly invading every fiber of your being.
However, it wasn't just you who was losing yourself in the moment. Colin's mind short-circuited completely, overwhelmed by the mounting pleasure that had him seeing dazzling stars. Your heavenly skills had transformed his body into a molten state of arousal, practically dissolving into a puddle of liquid. In this state, his thoughts scrambled like a glitching, outdated computer, and your lack-of-hands situation compelled him to take the reins in a mindless frenzy.
"Hope yaâ don't mind if I jusâ..." he mumbled hoarsely, his words stumbling out spontaneously. His hands cradled the sides of your head, anchoring you in place, hovering inches above his seat to steady his rhythm. His cock delved deeper into the confines of your throat as his hips undulated to the flow of his ragged panting. His heart galloped like a wild stallion, synchronizing with the rhythm you created, while he sunk himself further into the depths of your wet heat.
âMmh!- âm almost there! Need a lilâ l-longer.â Colin sputtered out, throat straining to keep as quiet as possible. He could see the glistening of tears stinging your eyes, whimpers muffled out around him. He truly never intended to subject your poor mouth to such rough treatment, his tip bullying the back of your throat with each jerky thrust until it was sore, pushing so deep that your nose buried itself in the tufts of hair on his pelvis. Despite the guilt welling up in him, he couldnât help himself at this point. His body was now like a machine, moving on its own accord to milk every ounce of pleasure he could get.
Even then, you didnât even break eye contact, not even once. Not when this police detective who nursed a hidden disdain for your tempestuous presence behind faux smiles, was now coming undone right before you - His once neatly styled chestnut brown hair now clung to his sweat-drenched forehead, strands falling over his flushed, pale features. His lips, now parted and glistening, revealed a glimpse of vulnerability, while his doe eyes sparkled with a feverish glimmer. Everything about him in this moment was enthralling, leaving you no choice but to be mesmerized.
The rippling tremors jolting through Colin's frame reminded him that he was nearing his climax, fire pooling low in his abdomen ready to erupt. Between heavy panting, he plucked up the courage to voice his request, his fretful eyes scanning the confined space of the car. âHey sooo uh- you um⌠y-you donât mind if I donât pull out⌠right?â he asked, vulnerability threaded through his tone. He definitely wasnât eager to see his load spray onto anything inside his police car.
Your nose scrunched up in clear disapproval, a glare shooting daggers at him, clearly not a fan of swallowing. He clicked his tongue in disheartenment, head tilted to the side âCâmon, do me a favor will ya?⌠Not really lookinâ forward to making a mess in the car.â He pleaded breathlessly. To his relief, no signs of protest emerged, though a sullen mask adorned your face.
As he noticed your lack of resistance, he seized the opportunity to follow through with his words. ââm sorry!- So sorry. I-Iâll make it up to you later. Really!â Colin bleated, tone brewing with guilt and that familiar undercurrent of pleasure.
Squeezing his eyes back shut, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell the tightly coiled spring in his belly, yearning for release. His balls tightened, cock pulsing as his thrusts into your mouth turned sloppy. Consumed by a blinding, searing white that engulfed his senses, his mind completely blanked. With one final forceful pump, he held your head close, ropes of cum painting your mouth white. Trapped in his surprisingly strong grip, you gulped down the bitter torrent, suppressing the almighty urge to gag as your tongue battled with the assault.
Once you swallowed every last drop of his cum, Colin released his firm grip, withdrawing his now softened cock from your mouth. His hands fell limply to his sides, the air in the cramped car heavy with sweltering breaths, as though the two of you had just completed a grueling marathon on a hot summerâs day.
Gradually regaining his composure, Colin peeled his eyes open, his gaze fixed upon your chest rising and falling, your lips swollen and glistening with wetness. âJeez uhh, are you okay?- I didnât hurt you, did I?â Post orgasm clarity rushed over him like a gust of fresh air, his lips downturned with genuine concern. He hastily reached into his coat pocket, digging out and opening a tissue packet, gingerly dabbing away the saliva and residue from your chin and mouth.
You blinked in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected act of care from the detective. Well, that was a first - no one had ever wiped your mouth for you after a blowjob, but then again, your hands were bound, rendering you immobile. âYeah Iâm fine, you didnât really have to do that, but I appreciate the gesture.â you replied in a hoarse voice, head shying away from him.
Colin's face brightened with a smile, a wave of relief washing over him. You were right - the weight of his once overwhelming stress seemed to dissipate. In fact, he felt like a brand new man! It had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman, so this encounter meant more to him than you could ever know.
In an unexpected twist, he scooped you up from the car floor, strong arms cradling your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, cocooning you on his lap. In that moment, the softie within him had taken over, aching to shower you with affection and gratitude for the pleasure you had shared.
Your shoulders tensed in his firm grasp, your wide eyes betraying a mix of surprise and alarm. You couldn't help but wonder if he always got this sentimental after engaging in intimacy, and you couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Woooow okay, so we're hugging now huh? Someone's feeling affectionate tonight," you noted with a touch of sarcasm. Yet, despite your initial resistance, you allowed him to hold you, gradually surrendering to the warmth of his arms. Deep down, buried beneath layers and layers of pride, a part of you secretly enjoyed this, even if you'd rather be drawn and quartered than admit it.
âYeah, hope you donât mind. Itâs jusâ that⌠you did such a good job.â Colin chuckled, his hand gently caressing the small of your back. âAnd hey, would yaâ look at that! I really do feel so much better now. So, genuinely, thank you.â His words resonated softly against the crook of your neck as he rested his chin there, his arms remaining securely wrapped around you.
You allowed the weight of the moment to sink in, basking in the warmth and tenderness enfolding you. Then, an idea suddenly sprang to mind, and you couldn't resist voicing it. âSay⌠since I did one hell of a job, does that maybe mean Iâm off the hook now?â You pulled back, a sly brow raised as you awaited his response.
Colin let out an exaggerated huff, his smile filled with amusement as he ruffled your hair into a delightful mess. âNope,â he replied teasingly. âYouâre still getting your butt thrown into the station for the night.â
Your expectant smile swiftly dropped into a deep frown, prompting a hearty pat on the back from the detective as he erupted into a fit of laughter. âSorry kid,â He said between chuckles. âNow chop-chop, time for you to get in the back!â
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Iâm aware I made Colin more pathetic than he actually is and I apologize- Idk I just could resist đđ Hope the aftercare made up for it tho??
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Rough Night
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Thruple Dynamic, Smut
It was 4:56 am when you flopped over in bed for what felt like the 100th time. You were on the verge of tears at this point because all you wanted was to sleep. You let out a frustrated whine that stirred the sleeping being next to you,
âY/n. Itâs 5 in the morning,â Buck said with his face still smushed into his pillow.
âI canât sleep.â
He sighed deeply and turned on the bedside lamp; turning over to prop his head in his hand and look at you,
âWhat can I do?â
âNothing,â you said with a furrow in your brow.
âNothing?â He asked, trying to catch your eye. You briefly look at him before huffing and looking up at the ceiling,
âMy mind wonât shut off.â
âWhatâs going on?â His brow started to furrow a bit. The thought of you being riddled with stress or anxiety gave him stress and anxiety.
âI donât like him out there by himself. He shouldâve called.â
Buckâs realization set in and he let out a small chuckle,
âBabe. Heâs not alone,â he said reaching out to caress the side of your face.
âYouâre not with him,â you said finally turning your head to him.
âItâs a simple call. They didnât need me.â
âIf itâs so simple then why hasnât he called?â
âAha. I donât know. But if he hasnât called now then it just means heâs on his way.â Buck barely got to finish the sentence when the deep click of the front door being unlocked sent shockwaves through your body. You spring leaped out of bed practically busting through the bedroom door like the Kool-Aid Man to race down the hall.
Your brain registered Eddie coming through the door, but failed to send the signal to your feet to stop,
âWhoa! Ha ha! Hi!â You jumped in his arms giving him no time to put his stuff down. The grip you had on around his neck looked lethal, but was filled with nothing than love and relief. You began peppering his neck and face with kisses until he finally caught you lips.
Buck came around the hall and smiled at the sight in front of him. Eddie walked the rest of the way through the door, shutting it and dropping his belongings. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply. He started to spin around and you had a giggle fit. You settled down quickly looking in his eyes,
âHi.â
âHi,â he stared at you for a couple more seconds before kissing you on the nose and putting you down,
âWhat are you still doing up?â
âSheâs had a rough night,â Buck said coming up behind you.
âOh yeah? Rough how?â Eddie said expressing slight concern. The look in his eyes made your stomach do the thing and you instinctively looked back at Buck. Not to look for approval, but youâre honestly not really sure why. He just nodded his head and you turned yours back to Eddie.
Youâre still getting adjusted to expressing your feelings so you had a staring contest with his chest,
âI donât like when you go on runs without him.â You slightly turned half of your body towards Buck before looking back to Eddie with a pout.
Eddie looked at Buck in such awe of the girl between them. He grabbed the sides of your face with both hands, pulling you into a sweet kiss. Suddenly you feel fingers tracing your arms before a wet, spongy sensation was being placed on both shoulders. Buck kissed from your shoulders to where the side of your neck connected, biting lightly then running his tongue over the slight sting.
You moaned at all of the attention you were getting when Eddie released the kiss and Buck turned your head, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Eddie took over where Buck left off and attacked the left side of your neck. He kissed down to the exposed skin on your chest peeking from your tank top before kissing down your clothed body.
When he was on his knees in front of you, you felt your shorts being pulled down now exposing the cotton panties you were wearing. Eddie left open mouthed kisses both of your hip bones, teasingly lowering your panties. Buckâs hand wrapped around the side of your neck when you felt a slick strip being placed on your pussy.
You moan instinctively, breaking the kiss from Buck to look down at Eddie. Your chest was rising and falling so hard, but he looked up at you with his mouth never ceasing to stop. Letting out a low growl, he pulled your hips into his face even more. You let out an audible gasp when you reach for Buckâs hands and place them on your clad tits. He immediately began kneading and pinching at your hardening nipples. You rested your head back flush against his chest and closed your eyes.
Buck started to remove the straps from your shoulders when you felt Eddieâs hand scale all the way up your body and wrap around your throat, pinning you in the position. Your tank top was down around your midsection with a hand around your throat and kisses being placed randomly on your upper body.
Buck lifted the tank top up and off completely before teasing your lips with two fingers. You instinctively open your mouth, taking in the same fingers that have given you orgasm after orgasm. He pushes past the soft palate of your tongue until he feels your throat constrict around his fingers and fight against Eddieâs grip. You gag with his hand in your mouth earning a deep moan in your ear. He slowly pulls out, draping the string of saliva down your chin and letting it run down. He keeps doing that until heâs gathered enough for a nice streak to run between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach.
You are incredibly close to cumming when Eddie licks a full strip from your pussy up to the stream waiting for him. He stands up biting your shoulder just as roughly as Buck when he looks his partner in the eye. You couldnât see Buckâs reaction, but you could guess what it was by the way youâre being flung over Eddieâs shoulder. He lands a nice slap to your ass before beelining for the bedroom. You look up briefly to see Buck right behind, taking off his shirt with a smirk.
You only heard the door close, but the neighbors heard everything else.
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Hooked On A Feeling
Chapter Ten - Milo's Hot Momma
Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.
Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)
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It was a relief when Milo climbed back into his mother's lap before they began their descent. She sat in her own seat and allowed Milo to take his place in her lap as Olivia sat opposite them. She was a big girl; she didn't need her daddy.
"The tattoos," Y/N began as she held Milo. "I feel like you've got them to appear all terrifying and intimidating, but you're secretly a loser," she said to Daniel.
"A loser?" He asked, but he was unable to contain his smile.
Y/N laughed, her chest shaking slightly. "Don't worry, Danny. All the best people are."
"Are you a loser?" Daniel couldn't stop himself from asking. When Y/N nodded her head, he decided he didn't mind being a loser.
***
"Keep a hold of my hand, Munchkin," said Y/N as she and Milo entered the paddock.
Milo began skipping as he walked beside his mother. "Do you think we'll get to meet any of the drivers, Momma?" He asked as they walked forward.
Y/N truly didn't know. Daniel had gotten to the circuit much before they had and she had no idea where they were meant to be going. There must be somebody she could ask.
Everybody was far too busy. Every time she approached someone they hurried away, unaware that she and Milo were even there, asking for help.
Finally, she found a man in a navy blue shirt with RED BULL printed on the back of it. Red Bull, that was Daniels old team, she recognised. "Come on, Munchkin," she said and placed Milo on her hip.
She kept a tight hold of him as they walked towards the man with the short blonde hair and blue eyes. "Excuse me," Y/N said before the man had the chance to walk away. The man turned, wearing an ever so kind smile on his face. "Could you help me? We're trying to find the AlphaTauri garage and we're a little lost."
"Of course," the guy said and pointed them in the right direction. He began walking, falling into step beside Y/N as he took her towards where she needed to go. "Are you an AlphaTauri fan?" He asked, noticing the hat on Milo's head.
"I am!" Milo answered and wriggled out of his mother's grip. She put him down and grasped his hand.
Y/N straightened up his hat on his head. "We're friends with Daniel Ricciardo," she answered. "Do you work in Formula One?"
Max couldn't stop himself from laughing at that. "You're not a Formula One fan, are you?" He asked. When she shook her head signalling no, he held out his hand. "I'm Max, I drive for Red Bull," he said.
"Oh!" Y/N suddenly cried. "Your team won last time, didn't you? Congratulations!'
"Thanks," Max said, somewhat bashful. "You said you're friends with Daniel?"
"Our kids are friends from daycare," she answered.
They chatted idly as Max led them to them to the AlphaTauri garage. The conversation was easy, enjoyable, friendly. Milo was happy to talk to Max, tell him everything he had learnt about Formula One so far (most of which Olivia had taught him).
At the AlphaTauri garage, Max left them there. He waved them a goodbye and disappeared, making his way back to the Red Bull garage.
Even though they were now where they were supposed to be, Y/N was lost. "Where do you think we go now, Milo?" She asked, not quite expecting an answer.
But she did get an answer, just not from Milo. "MILO!" Came a loud, familiar voice. Suddenly Olivia was running towards them. She quickly threw her arms around Milo, knocking his hat off in the process.
Her father walked up behind her, greeting Y/N in a much calmer way than Olivia greeted Milo. He still wrapped his arms around her and squeezed, just not as aggressively as Olivia did Milo.
Pulling away, Daniel picked the hat up from the floor and placed it on Milo's head. "Hey Loser," Y/N couldn't stop herself from saying as he pulled the hat down.
"Hey Loser," he mimicked like a parrot. Olivia pulled away from Milo and returned to her fathers side, a proud smile on her face. "We were beginning to think you weren't going to make it," Daniel said as he placed his hands on her head, messing up his neat braids. "And Olivia wanted to introduce Milo to everybody."
That didn't surprise Y/N one bit. "Milo would love to be introduced to all of Livvy's uncles," she said.
Suddenly Olivia grabbed a hold of Milo's hand. She pulled him away, running back through the paddock. "Milo!" Y/N shouted, trying to reach for her son.
"Livvy!" Daniel shouted at the same time as he attempted to grab her, but she was already gone, already taking off down the paddock.
Y/N looked at Daniel. Daniel looked at Y/N. "Shit," they both said and took off, following their children down the paddock.
The first place Olivia wanted Milo to see was the Red Bull garage. "You need to meet my uncle Max, uncle Christian and my uncle Checo," she said as she pulled him around the RB20 with the number 1 on it.
Rather abruptly, Olivia was no longer holding Milo's hand. She was no longer on the ground, instead hoisted into somebodies arms. "Livvy!" The familiar man cried as he held Olivia on his hip.
"Uncle Maxy!" She screamed as she wrapped her arms around him.
At first Max didn't recognise the little boy Olivia was dragging around the paddock. He hadn't learnt his name, but he still recognised him from the AlphaTauri hat on his head. "Who's your friend?" He still asked her.
"This is Milo," she said. "He's my best friend from daycare."
Suddenly Y/N and Daniel were behind them. "Milo!" Y/N shouted, her voice scolding as she picked him up. "Don't you ever run away like that again! You scared me half to death!"
Daniel took Olivia from Max's hands. "What were you thinking, Badger? You know you can't just run off like that," he said, his voice a lot calmer than hers.
Blushing red, Olivia tucked her face in against Daniels chest. "Daddy you're embarrassing me in front of uncle Maxy," she muttered.
"If you're gonna take Milo around the paddock, you need to make sure you have me or his momma with you, okay?"
"Okay," she replied quietly and Daniel placed Olivia back on the ground.
He watched as she walked back to her Uncle Max, who took her and Milo's hands and walked them further into the garage. Daniel checked the watch on his wrist. "Listen, I've got to go and get ready for free practice. Think you can get the kids back to the garage in twenty minutes?" He asked.
"Definitely," Y/N said as she checked the time on her phone.
Daniel kissed her cheek before he took off. Goddamn, she was never going to wash that cheek again.
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On Saturday it was a little easy to navigate the paddock. Y/N and Milo found themselves in the AlphaTauri garage with Daniel, Olivia, and Daniels teammate, Yuki.
Olivia and Milo were passionately defending McDonalds to Yuki. He was acting as babysitter while Daniel took Y/N into his drivers room. "I'm pretty sure I have an AlphaTauri shirt somewhere in here," he said as he went through the little wardrobe he had in his drivers room.
At last, he found one. "Aha," he said, wearing a grin as he pulled it from his wardrobe and passed it to her.
She took it gratefully. "Well, turn around then," she said, her smile somewhat daring. Daniel made a big show of shutting his eyes and turning around so that Y/N could get changed into his AlphaTauri shirt. "There," she said and Daniel turned around.
He placed his arm over her shoulders and walked her out of the drivers room, back to where the kids were still talking to Yuki. It was impressive enough that Yuki had managed to keep the swearing to a minimum, but Daniel supposed he'd had enough practice in front of Olivia after the last year of them being teammates.
"Now everybody knows who the hot single momma is supporting," he said as they joined his teammate.
This didn't go unnoticed by anybody in the AlphaTauri garage. Even those in Red Bull could see it, the fond looks they shared, the way Daniel was always standing close to her, the way he so clearly wanted to kiss her.
"You think I'm hot?" Y/N replied, but her tone was teasing.
Daniel spluttered like he had just been caught out. "Y-yeah, sure," he answered like he was unsure of himself. "You're Milo's hot momma."
"Well, if Olivia's hot papa thinking I'm hot, then it must be true," she said as she picked Milo up and placed him on her hip. They looked like quite a pair, with Milo in his AlphaTauri cap and Y/N in her shirt.
They watched the qualifying from the garage, with Olivia holding Y/N's hand and Milo sat in her lap. The qualifying felt incredibly long, but not boring. It was nerve wracking and, if she wasn't holding onto the kids, Y/N's nails would have been chewed down to nothing.
After Q1 was over, Y/N thought that was it. Daniel had finished in the top fifteen, top ten actually. He had made it through to Q2 but she didn't realise that, not until it was happening. "Livvy, what's going on?" She tried to ask, but Olivia had AlphaTauri ear defenders on and couldn't hear a thing.
Again, Daniel finished in the top ten. "Must be my lucky charms," he'd said down over the radio. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he meant, who he meant.
Daniel made it through Q3. He was doing better than his teammate, who had finished just outside of the top ten in Q2. He didn't finish as high as he wanted in Q3, not considering he wanted to go back to his glory days in Red Bull, but it was still good.
Starting P6 wasn't bad for an AlphaTauri, he decided as he climbed out of his car. He went through all of the usual procedures before making his way back to Olivia, Y/N and Milo.
A sweaty Daniel was... something else. Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he walked past them. She almost let out a low whistle, but she held back, remained her composure in front of the children.
If watching Formula One meant seeing a sweaty Daniel, she could live with that.
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âPairing: C.SC x afab! reader
âSummary: When your husband goes on a two-week business trip, you are left alone in the comfort of your shared home until your heat hit unexpectedly. With Cheol away, you have to break this heat soon before he comes back. Turns outâŚ.he came back sooner than you thought.
âWC: 4.3K (Originally supposed to be 2K words but I wrote too much.)
âWarning: Dom! Alpha Seungcheol, Sub! Omega Reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe everyone), mild dirty talk, breeding, mention of a baby, pet name: (y/n): baby, princess, sweet girl; Cheol: cheol, daddy( a few time) (I'm missing out a lot. Let me know and I'll add more.)
âTaglist: @kyeomiis @onlywonwoorideul @scoupsieee @jimintopiaaaa @gyuguys @rissepuffs04 @yawnozone
âNotes: It has been a while since I wrote smut, especially an omegaverse one, so I don't know if this is good. I worked hard on it the best I could. Please bear with me. I am rusty and my writing style has changed. It is also proofread and edited. I edited it the best I could. So if there is any minor grammar error, I'm so sorry. If this is any good, I'll write the next prompt I had in mind. One of two or three that I have before school starts for me. So I hope you enjoy it and if it's awful (I think it is but that's my opinion because I was stressing about it for weeks), I'm so sorry and I hope to improve soon. Please comment, like, reblog for support.
You were curled up on the bed, panting, hot, and wearing nothing but your husband's t-shirt and your fingers stuffed inside as you were surrounded by your husband's clothes in your lovely nest. Your mind was lost in a daze as you could smell his scent flowing around you, leading you to fuck yourself in bliss. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as you imagined his hands on your body, his voice in your ear, and his breath on your skin. You moan softly, feeling the intensity building up inside you. The fantasy of him being there with you pushed you over the edge, bringing you to a shuddering climax that left you breathless. But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. You kept pumping yourself, imagining how he would do it.
How did we come to get to this point? How did this even happen? WellâŚ
"Two weeks," you question.
Your husband nods his head as he adds, "Yes, two weeks."
A two-week business trip alone here in your home. You knew that your husband would be taking an upcoming business trip, but you didn't know it would be this long. You anticipated a few days at most, not the entire two weeks. The thought of being alone in the house for that long makes you feel a bit anxious and lonely as you pout.
"I know that look. You're pouting," Seungcheol said with a teasing smile.
In denial, you softly argue, "I'm not pouting; I'm just... not used to you being away for so long," you reply, trying to mask your disappointment. Seungcheol chuckles, knowing how much you will miss him. He then wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. As I breathed in his scent of cherry and sandalwood, "It will be alright. I promise to call you every day and make it up to you when I get back," he reassured you, kissing your forehead.
You knew he was right, but what to do in a house by yourself? You and your husband have always been together. You were first college sweethearts, meeting each other through a mutual friend. Then, the moment you both graduated, he gave the sweetest proposal, and you've been inseparable ever since. But after three years of marriage, this will be the longest he has ever been away. You can't help but feel anxious about being apart for so long, but you have to make the most of it. Maybe you can hang out with your friends more often, or take Kkuma to that park she likes to go to. Perhaps you can finally finish that project you've been putting off. The possibilities are endless. He finished packing his luggage for this journey, and after he was done, you both walked to the door. You could hear tiny steps coming behind you as Kkuma followed closely. You both stopped at the entrance doorway as Kkuma sat there below your feet, looking up with those big eyes. Your husband kneeled down to pet her and show her lots of affection.
"Kkuma. Be a good girl, princess, while Daddy is away. Make sure to look out and take care of Mommy," Seungcheol cooed as he ruffled her hair, trying not to ruin the cute pink bow he placed on her head. He stood up from his kneeling position, and he turned to you, still pouting.
"You promise to call," you assert, looking up at him. Seungcheol smiled down at you, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. "Of course, I promise," he replied before kissing you.
"Don't worry, I will be back before you know it," Seungcheol assured you with a smile, grabbing your face and pecking your lips.
That was nine days ago. And now, here you are, sitting on your shared bed, surrounded by his clothes. In heat. Trying to relieve yourself before your husband returns. The first day without him was fine. You got your daily message from him, telling you how he misses you and sending you pictures, and you always responded. You even get to spend time with your friends. The second day went without a hitch as well. Then the third, then the fourth. But on the fifth day, you felt off. You sensed that something wasn't right. You felt tired. You didn't feel like yourself. You care less about eating or drinking and more about just lying down and resting. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it persisted. It was then that you realized that, you were about to go in heat. You didn't think it would happen so soon and on the day that your husband was gone. You gasp as your fingers pump inside you vigorously, the pleasure building as you give in to your body's desires. You came so many times, leaving the bed and your panties soaked with your release, but it wasn't enough. You need more. You crave for him. You need his touch. You need him.
"Cheolie," you whimper.
"Y/N," you heard.
You froze as you heard the voice you didn't expect to hear. You look up to see your husband staring there, wearing only casual clothes with a surprise on his face.
"C-Cheol. "W-What are you?"
"You're in heat, aren't you?" Seuncheol asked.
You didn't say anything, but your silence said it all for him. "My poor baby," he said as he stepped closer to you. He climbed into the bed toward you, his hand reaching out to gently touch your face.
"Left alone, all hot and bothered. Missing your Alpha so much that you made a nest out of all of his clothes. So much that you have to finger yourself just to feel a little relief. It must hurt, doesn't it?" Seungcheol said as his hand brushed through your hair.
Tears trickled down your cheeks as you nodded. "It hurts so much, Daddy," you said as you reached out, clutching his shirt. "P-Please," you begged.
Seungcheol shushed you gently, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "It's okay, baby girl. I'm here now, baby. Daddy's home. Daddy will take care of you," he whispered soothingly, kissing your head.
You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his scent, making your head spin. He pulled away to drape kisses across your face until they finally landed on your soft lips. You melted into the kiss as it became passionate and intense, completely losing yourself in the moment. You wrap your arm around him as he deepens the kiss, laying you down on the bed. The kiss became electrifying. His hands traced the curves of your body, causing you to gasp in pleasure, allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your mouth. His lips then traveled from your jaw to your neck. You couldn't help but lose yourself in the passion of his touch.
"My sweet girl," Seungcheol murmurs into your neck as he inhales your scent. Your sweet scent of (whatever scent you want it to be). He groans softly, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You were going crazy. Him. His touch. His scent was intoxicating. It was enough to make you go wild. You never wanted it to end.
"I've missed you so much," he murmurs, his voice filled with longing. His lips attacked your neck, kissing, biting, and sucking, which you were certain would leave a mark. You uttered a soft gasp, feeling a rush of desire and anticipation coursing through your body. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you even more.
"Miss you so much that I came back early to surprise my darling wife, and what do I see? You in heat, wearing my shirt, fingers inside that pretty pussy of yours, smelling so irresistible." He presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your collarbone. He grabs hĚśiĚśsĚś your shirt, pulling it over your head, revealing your naked body underneath, just for him. "It's enough to send me into a rut," he whispers huskily.
His words made your pussy clench. God, do you need him? You reach out for him, grabbing his shirt. "Cheollie. Your shirt," you whine.
Seungcheol faintly chuckles. "What? What do you want?" he teasingly asks. You grab his shirt and pull on it. "I want it off," you whisper, your voice filled with desire.
Seungcheol obliged, removing his shirt and throwing the piece of clothing on the floor, not caring where it landed, revealing his well-toned chest and toned abs. Was this man gorgeous or what? You couldn't resist running your hands over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.
"Like what you see, baby?" Seungcheol asked with a smirk, his eyes full of mischief.
You nodded eagerly, unable to tear your gaze away from him as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours, and you couldn't resist kissing him back. The kiss deepened.
His large hands cup your breasts, massaging them with care, and then he leans down to attach his lips to one of your nipples as he toys with the other. You arch your back in response, a soft moan escaping your lips as his touch sends shivers down your spine. He continues to suck and bite your sensitive flesh, making you squirm with pleasure as he repeats it to others.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close and feeling his cock pressing against the front of his pants, hard and ready for you. You gasped as you felt the fiction of him grinding against you. "Cheol," you whimper.
He looked up at you with a smirk. "Patient baby," he whispered before teasefully biting your nipple. You pouted. You want more. You need his lips. You need more. You need to feel him inside you. He releases your swollen nipple with a 'pop' before trailing kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your panties. You knew you were going to get exactly what you wanted. He hooked his finger on the waistband of your panties, pulling down slowly until they were completely off, revealing your wet core. You could hear a sudden, small curse fall from his lips as he saw how wet you were.
"Baby, you're dripping so much," Seungcheol murmured. You gasped as his fingers traced the outer edges of your folds. "How many times did you cum?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. You felt a surge of arousal at his words, your body responding eagerly to his touch. "So many," you admitted breathlessly.
Seungcheol softly chuckled at your cuteness. He lightly blew on your wet heat, causing you to shiver and whine. He then grabbed your thighs to place them on his shoulder, placing kisses along your inner thighs and making you shiver with anticipation. "Then allow me to make you cum some more," he whispered seductively as he trailed his lips up towards your core.
His tongue dips between your slick folds, eliciting a moan from your lips. "You taste so sweet," he growled before diving back in with fervor. The intensity of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch your back in ecstasy. His tongue traced from your dripping hole to your clit, as he sucked on the sensitive bud, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. Your hands grip his hair as he continues to expertly work his magic. "Please don't stop," you beg, desperate to reach the peak of ecstasy.
"Feels good," he murmurs. "So good," you whisper, feeling the tension building within you. He groaned against your core, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming sensation. If there's one thing that Seungcheol loves the most, it's pleasing you until you're a quivering mess of pleasure and desire. He could eat you all day if you let him. The way he makes you feel is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you never want it to end. Seungcheol's skilled tongue continued to work its magic; you could hear the knot in your stomach tighten. You were close.
"I'm close," you gasp, your body trembling with anticipation as he brings you to the brink of release. He muttered, not even letting up, "Let go, baby."
His voice was low and husky, and his words sent a shiver down your spine as you finally let go, the intensity of your release washing over you in waves of pleasure. Seungcheol continued to please you, drinking everything you had to offer, his skilled tongue never faltering in its movements. As you came down from your high, he leaned up to your lips to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled away for a moment to pull on the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his hard, throbbing length. Your mouth watered as he wrapped his hand around his cock and slowly stroked it. "You want it?" he asked, his voice husky.
You nod eagerly. "Beg for it," Seungcheol growls.
"P-please. Cheol," you begged, your voice filled with need and desperation.
"Please, what?" he titillated, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Please put it in, Daddy. I want to feel you. I want you inside me so bad. I want you to knot me up. I want you to fill me up completely with your cum," you whimpered. Your body ached for his touch, aching to be filled with pleasure.
"You want Alpha to cum inside? Want me to fill you up? Give you my knot. Fill you up so deep with cum until you are swollen with my babies? You want that, don't you?" He whispered seductively, his voice low and husky. You nodded eagerly. Just the thought of him breeding you and filling you with his cum just sent shivers down your spine. You want it so badly right now.
"Please, Alpha," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. The anticipation of feeling him inside you was almost unbearable. "What a good girl, asking so politely," he compliments.
His hands roamed over your body, teasing and tantalizing you as he positioned himself between your legs. With a smirk, he leaned in close and whispered, "I'll give you everything you want, my sweet Omega."
With a low growl, he slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp and arch your back in pleasure. He groans as the feel of your tightness envelopes him. "Fuck, you're so tight, princess," he murmurs.
As he began to move in a slow and steady rhythm, you felt every inch of him pulsating within you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. The sight below Seungcheol was so mesmerizing. Just seeing you writhing beneath him, your eyes fluttering and your lips parting in silent ecstasy, was enough to drive him wild with desire.
With each thrust, he could feel your body responding eagerly to his touch, igniting a fire within him that only grew stronger with each passing moment. His thrust began to pick up speed as your moans grew louder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room with an intoxicating rhythm. "Alpha," you moan. Your voice is filled with desire and need. You are in ecstasy right now.
Seungcheol's name on your lips only fueled his passion further, pushing him to give you everything you craved. As he continued to move inside you, the intensity of your connection soared to unforseen levels, rendering both of you breathless and lost in the moment. The two of you were intoxicated by each other.
He lifts your legs to place them on his shoulder, deepening the penetration and intensifying the pleasure. The change in angle allowed him to hit all the right spots. "T-There," you utter. "There?" he reiterates, his voice husky with desire. "Yes, right there," you moan as he hits that sweet spot inside you, making your body tremble with pleasure. He chuckles slightly as he repeatedly hits that spot, causing you to lose control of your senses. Your hands grip the sheets tightly as your hips move in perfect sync with his thrusts, the sensation becoming more intense with each movement. The way your moan was mixed with the squelching sound of your wet cunt was music to his ears.
He paused his movement to pull out, leaving you to whimper in protest. He lifts you up and changes positions. His back presses against the headboard, and you now sitting on his lap. Holding your body in place, he lines his cock up with your entrance and slowly enters you again, filling you. Your body takes over, and you ride him with wild abandon, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "That's it. Good girl," he mutters as his eyes roll back, biting his lips.
Your moan mingles with his groans, creating a symphony of pleasure that echoes through the air, heightening the intensity of the moment. His hips thrust upward, meeting yours in the middle, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts deeper and harder. "Alpha," you whine.
With his half-lid eyes, he saw the pure ecstasy on your face. Drinking in your fuck-out expression and my god, you look beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. There were so many words he could use to call you right now. But right now, at this moment, you were the most exquisite sight he had ever seen. You were everything that he had dreamed of, and so much more. And he could fall in love with you again and again and again.
Your bounces become more urgent, and your breath comes in short gasps. "So good. So deep," you whisper breathlessly. "You like that. You like your Alpha cock deep inside you, don't you?" His words send a shiver down your spine as you nod eagerly, unable to form a coherent response. His eyes lock with yours. He leans in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he continues to move inside you with a relentless rhythm. The kiss deepens as his hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him.
Seungcheol's hand reaches between your bodies as his thumb finds its way to your clit, rubbing small circles that push you closer to the edge. You moan at his touch. Pulling away from the kiss, your gaze is locked on his half-lidded gaze, a gaze full of desire and intensity. You felt the coils in your stomach tighten as the pleasure built, and your body was on the brink of ecstasy. You were close, and he knew it. His lips twitch into an amusing smirk, the corners crinkling with amusement. "That's my girl. Such a good girl for me, riding me so beautifully. Are you close, baby," he whispers huskily.
"I'm close. So close, Cheol," you gasp out as your climax approaches. Seungcheol's movements become more urgent as he whispers in your ear, "Let go for me, princess. Let me feel you come apart around me."
As you cry out his name and finally reach your peak, "That's it, baby. Let's go. You're so beautiful when you cum," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, as you ride out the waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your body trembles in his arms. Your cunt clenches around him as he continues to move inside you, prolonging your ecstasy. "Fuck!"
Seungcheol groans at the feel of your walls pulsating around him. Seungcheol holds your body close, flipping you back into your previous position, laying you on your back. His hand grips your hips tightly as he pounds into you relentlessly, his own desire evident in his intense gaze. You arch your back in response, reacting to his movements with equal fervor, surrendering completely to the pleasure he bestows on you. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with your moans and his grunts. Seungcheol's pace became more erratic as he chased his own release, his movements becoming more desperate and erratic.
"Fuck. Are you ready for Alpha knot?" he growls, his voice low and husky with need. You nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation as he finally locks you in place with a deep, primal thrust. His knot thickens and swells, filling you as you cry out in ecstasy. In that moment, you are overwhelmed by the feeling of being claimed by your Alpha, and you can't help but surrender to the primal pleasure coursing through you. His primal growl, his fast, aggressive pace, and the feel of his knot locking inside you send you over the edge, bringing you closer to another orgasm. His breath ragged against your ear as you clung to him desperately.
"C-Cheol," you begged, your voice filled with desperation and desire. You feel his body tense up as he releases it inside you, filling you with his warmth. The sensation of his release triggers your own, sending you both into a state of blissful ecstasy. You cling to him desperately, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being claimed by your Alpha. Your bodies were entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and heavy breathing, totally exhausted by the raw intensity. The room is filled with the scent of sweat and sex.
Seungcheol waited for his knot to swell down before he could pull out and collapse next to you, completely depleted. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close in a tender embrace. Pushing your hair to the side. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. His hand caresses your waist gently. You nodded. "I'm fine."
Seungcheol smiled, relieved to hear your response. He placed a kiss on your forehead. You were so happy to see him. If this was ever a dream, you never wanted to wake up. Your husband is home. Early... Wait. Why is he back here so early?
"Wait. You came back so early. I thought-."
"Ah," Seungcheol interrupted. "We ended up finishing up early, and instead of me staying for the next few days, I decided to go home. I wanted to call you to let you know, but I wanted to surprise you. Turns out you surprised me," he chuckled.
Oh, so that's why. You didn't expect him to come back early, nor were you expecting your heat to come either. But you were glad. "Welcome back home. I'm glad you're back," you replied, grateful for his presence. Seungcheol thanked you, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.
"I'm glad too. I felt awful leaving you here on your own without anyone. So I was thinking, " Seungcheol started. Your eyes turn to him, curious about what he is going to say next. His hand grabs your hand, twirling around your wedding band on your finger before he places a kiss on the back of your hand. He looked into your eyes and finally said what he wanted to say.
"I was thinking, and I know we have talked about this so much, but why don't we start trying for a baby? I think we are ready to take that big step," he said, looking at you with a hopeful expression.
His sudden suggestion stunned you. A baby. A baby with Seungcheol. This. This was a huge decision. And you know you both talked about it during your marriage and said that you both would give it some thought. But now, faced with the reality, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the weight of such a life-changing decision. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts, before responding to Seungcheol's proposal.
"Now before you answer, if you don't want to, I won't force you, and I will wait as long as you want. Whatever you decide, I will respect it. But just know that I love you so much, and I want to take that next step with you in our marriage. I want to be the father of our children. Plus, I think Kkuma will love having siblings to play with," he added.
You giggled at his last response. Deep down, you knew that you had always dreamed of starting a family with him. From the moment you said, 'I do', you knew he was the one you wanted to share your life with and raise a family with. And this. This new chapter of having a baby together would be the perfect step. "I love you too, and I can't imagine a future without you by my side," you finally said, feeling the weight of his words sink in. "Let's start planning for our family together," you joyfully say.
Seungcheol smiled back at you, his eyes shining with joy as he held your cheek, placed a gentle kiss on your lips, and then placed a few more. He smiled softly at you, looking into your eyes, before flipping you over on your stomach on all fours, causing you to squeal. "C-Cheol," you say.
"What? You didn't think this was over?" Seungcheol responded with a mischievous smile. You could feel his lips tracing kisses across your back. His lips trace up your back, making you shiver, and you cry out in protest.
"B-But. Shouldn't we take a break? You just returned from your trip," you mentioned between breaths.
Seungcheol just chuckled and disregardingly ignored what you had just said. His hands roam your body as he leans over, his chest pressing against your back.
"We both know your heat doesn't end there. If we want that baby, we need to keep going. I did promise I would make it up to you, and I intend to keep my word," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
His hand grabs your face, turning you to look at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"We got all night, baby, and I want⌠No, I NEED to make sure you're nice, full, and swollen with my baby. And Daddy will make sure that happens," Seungcheol whispered with a devilish grin.
You softly moan in response, feeling a rush of desire and anticipation. Seungcheol's lips curled into a knowing smile before he pressed them against yours, sealing the unspoken agreement between you. It was then that you realized that the night was far from over.
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PAIRINGS â James Wilson x fem!Reader
SUMMARY â It was never Reader's plan to be a single mother to a newborn child, but a longtime friend steps in and before long they both have the family they've always wanted, the only catch: they're still just friends
WORD COUNT â 13.6K
WARNINGS â mentions of pregnancy and birth, breastfeeding (like non descriptive? does this need to be a warning?)
NOTE â Okay this fic has been in the works for a while and I have been swamped with school so I'm so happy I'm finally able to post something because it's literally been a full-ass month since I last came out with anything ._. hoping once finals are over I can get back into my writing groove and give some of my ideas the attention they deserve!
Middle photo credit goes to @shots-of-wilson-and-whiskey
âAre you sure this is okay?â you looked back while holding a baby carrier in both hands.Â
âLike I told you back at the hospital, and in the car, and then again in the car, I promise this is okay,â James assured you, following right behind, bags under each arm. âYou just went through a 40 hour labour, did you really think it would be a smart move to come home alone?â
He was right about that, physically you were exhausted, you were sure how much longer you could keep your eyes open.Â
âGo take a shower, Iâll look after her until you get out,â he suggested. âIf you had a support person here you would have taken shifts.â
âI know, but you have a life James,â you sighed. âOne that didnât involve your friend getting pregnant and then taking care of her.â
âWould it make it any better if I told you I really donât mind? I like spending time with you, itâs why weâve been friends for so long,â he put the bags down by the table and then placed a hand on your shoulder.Â
âJames, I love you, but Iâm going to be brutally honest because my filter has vanished. This is what happens to all your wives, all your girlfriends. I really donât need that happening to us too,â you said.Â
âIt wonât,â he pressed. âCome on, just take the shower. I know you want to.â
You sighed, âAlright, but Iâm not gonna call for you to come in the middle of the night and every which time of day. If you want to come and see us, do it of your own accord and if you donât want to then donât,â you emphasized. âDo what you want, not what you think I want.â
âIf I say I will, will you go take a shower?â James asked and you rolled your eyes at him.Â
âDonât drop my baby while Iâm in there, okay?â you pointed at him. âYou still owe me for that vase you broke.âÂ
âYou mean the tacky one your crappy ex-boyfriendâs mom gave you? I think I did you a favour there.âÂ
âYouâre insufferable sometimes, you know?â you said carefully putting the carrier down in the living room and looking down at your resting daughter for a moment before heading towards your room.Â
âI love you too,â he said simply, replacing you by her side and keeping a close eye on her while she slept.Â
You had to admit, it was a relief to be able to step into the shower, knowing there was someone you trusted outside looking after the small human you were now fully responsible for. At least before dealing with the stress and everything that would come afterwards youâd be able to be clean.Â
When you came out of your bedroom after your shower, dressed in the most comfortable clothes you could find lying around, you saw James in the kitchen, the carrier now propped up on the table while he unpacked something from some grocery bags.Â
âI was craving Indian, do you want some?â he asked.Â
âOf course I do, the food at your hospital sucks, hand it over,â you put your hand out and he gave you a bowl so you could serve yourself some rice and curry. âSheâs still asleep?âÂ
âWoke up once, but I got her to fall back asleep pretty easily. She might get hungry soon though too.âÂ
âSo I should eat while I still have the chance,â you sat down at the island and began munching on the food, turning around the carrier so you could see your daughter.Â
It was interesting, sheâd been around only for a short few days but you could barely ever take your eyes off her.Â
âDid you pick a name for her yet?â James asked, leaning over the table and eating his portion of dinner.Â
âI think so,â you nodded. âI was between two when she was born, but now that I look at her she fits one better than the other.âÂ
âSo whatâs the winner?âÂ
âLiana,â you smiled and brushed your fingers along her small curled toes. âIt suits her doesnât it?âÂ
âI think it does,â he nodded. âYou made a pretty cute baby.âÂ
âI made a very cute baby, thank you very much,â you scoffed with a chuckle. âYou think you could do better?âÂ
âWell I donât have a uterus so I donât think weâll ever be able to find out,â he shook his head. âShame, I probably would have demolished you.âÂ
âAs if,â you laughed, continuing to eat more food just as Liana began to stir awake. âAnd thereâs my cue.âÂ
You stood up and carefully took her out of the carrier, cautious of supporting her neck before moving over to the couch where you could comfortably feed her.Â
âOnce youâre done Iâll burp her,â James said. âSo you can keep eating.âÂ
âSure,â you nodded. âGot practice from your med school days?âÂ
âYeah, actually,â he nodded. âI thought originally I might specialize in working in the NICU so I spent a lot of time in the maternity ward.âÂ
âWhat made you change your mind?â you asked.Â
âI would have burnt out,â he admitted. âSeeing babies and spending time with them is one thing, but seeing them sick and sometimes not get better? Itâs a lot harder than youâd imagine.âÂ
You hummed thoughtfully, âYou would have been good in that department if you decided to go that route. I think at least.âÂ
âReally, why do you think so?âÂ
âJames, youâve always been great with kids and parents. Donât you remember how we met?âÂ
He chuckled to himself, âSummer camp days. Yeah, you really did have to know your way around both.âÂ
âYou somehow managed, as a nineteen-year-old, to calm a child who was freaking out about staying away from home and dealing with an unhappy parent of a different child. I think your people skills just got better as you got older.âÂ
âI donât think thereâs much in life that trains you to deal with crises as much as being a camp counsellor.âÂ
âYou can test your skills with Liana and see if youâve still got the magic when it comes to babies,â you teased, followed by a yawn.Â
âTrust me, I definitely do,â he assured you. âBabies love me.â
âAnd do you love babies?â
âI do, and I think Iâm gonna end up loving yours a little more than most,â he admitted.Â
âGood, sheâs gonna need it,â you sighed. âIâm gonna need it.â
There was a pause for a moment before James spoke up again,
âHave you talked to him since the break up?â he asked and you shook your head, feeling the tears develop in your eyes.Â
âI donât really want to talk about it, not right now,â you whispered, looking down at Liana again.Â
James did not peg your boyfriend as the abandoning type, but after he had coaxed the news out of you during one of your visits, he could see how much it crushed you to think of what lied ahead. Not because you didnât want a child, but because Liana was all you wanted and you thought you were on the same page as your partner, but when it came down to things he couldnât hold up the mask heâd been wearing any longer.Â
âYou should talk about it sometime though, right?â James said softly. âDoesnât have to be with me, but youâve been so laser focused on getting through the past nine months you havenât really processed what happened.â
Liana had since finished feeding and you carried her over to the kitchen island, passing James a burp cloth that he could drape across his shoulder before taking her from your hands, after you pressed a small kiss to her forehead.Â
âNot sure if I want to process it,â you admitted. âIâd rather focus on her.â
âAnd Iâd rather you take care of yourself so you donât crash and burn,â he said.Â
You knew he was right, but it was nicer to pretend you were alone from start to finish than even imagining the possibility that someone was supposed to be with you through everything. The doctors appointments, the morning sickness, the preparation.Â
Instead you ended up feeling like a burden to your friends who had gone out of their way to help you and be there for you.Â
âOkay,â you nodded simply. âIâll do it for you and her then.â
âItâll end up being for you in the end,â he assured. âBut justâŚtrust me on this okay?â
âI do,â you smiled. âJust like I trust you with her.â
You finished eating your dinner while James took care of Liana and even managed to get her to go back to sleep. It seemed that even though sheâd only been in the world a short while, she felt just as safe in his arms as she did in yours.
âYou can put her down if you want. I have a cot set up in my room,â you pointed.Â
âIâm alright like this,â he shook his head. âIâll hold her until youâre done then Iâll leave you guys so you can get some sleep.â
Considering how hungry you were, it didn't take that much longer for you to finish eating and while you cleared up the dishes, James went and put Liana down in her bed and then gathered his things so he could give you some time alone.Â
âIâll see you around, James. Thanks for coming to help today,â you gave him a big hug and he held you tight in that way he would when he wanted to say something, but knew it should probably wait.Â
âAnytime,â he gave you an additional squeeze. âYouâre gonna be a great mom. You are a great mom already. Iâm really happy for you.âÂ
You couldnât bring yourself to say any words in response so you just nodded your head and held onto him tighter. After a moment he pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.Â
âLove you, now go get some sleep.âÂ
âYouâve got it Dr. Wilson,â you saluted him.Â
You walked him out of the door and after closing it shut behind him you took a deep breath. It was going to be hard, but you could do it.Â
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A few months laterâŚ
âDonât you have a life?â you yawned, bouncing Liana in your arms to try and get her to fall asleep.Â
âI mean I went bowling with House last night and I consistently stay late at work, and thatâs about it, so no,â James shook his head.Â
âSo you figured that coming and bothering me is a good use of your spare time.âÂ
âI wouldnât call it bothering,â James gave you a look. âI made you dinner.âÂ
âYeah you did, and unfortunately it was really good too,â you sighed. âSo you just want to hang out with me and Liana?â
âYeah, is that so hard to believe?â
âA little considering I always have baby vomit on me now,â you chuckled.Â
âIt brings out your eyes,â he teased. âHere, why donât I take her.â
âLast time I agreed to that you riled her up, which I didnât think was possible for a three month old,â you eyed him skeptically.Â
âI promise Iâll put her to sleep,â he crossed his heart.Â
âWrong religion, James,â you shook your head and he laughed.Â
âDo you want me to swear on the Torah?â
âIt would help,â you nodded.Â
âAlright, I swear on the Torah that I wonât rile her up.â
You reluctantly passed Liana over to James and scoffed when she almost immediately stopped fussing.Â
âSee,â he smiled and kissed her small nose while he rocked her gently, making her eyes slowly close as she fell asleep.Â
âYou two are in kahoots. Sheâs fine whenever youâre not around, but when you are itâs like she knows she can get passed off to you if sheâs fussy enough,â you laughed a little. âItâs cute though, I like how much she likes you.â
âMe too, why do you think I keep coming here?âÂ
âSo you came to visit, what do you want to do?â you asked. âMy plans were to clean the kitchen and do laundry, so not much more exciting than sitting around at home.â
âWhy donât you let me put her down then we can tackle the kitchen together. I mean I did make half of the mess there.â
âI wonât argue with you there,â you sighed and put your hands on your hips. âOkay, Iâm gonna throw a load in before you put her down.âÂ
It took a little bit for James to be confident Liana was fully asleep before putting her down in her cot and then meeting you again in the kitchen where you were packing up leftovers from dinner.Â
âHave you had many visitors?â James asked.Â
âWell, I do have this one guy that keeps coming around, about this tall, practicing oncology, I think heâs a little bit obsessed with me,â you joked.Â
âAside from me,â he shook his head and went over to the dishes.Â
âYeah, a few. My parents were here for a bit while you were out of town and then some of my friends have come around to help with a few things here and there and to meet Liana.â
âNice.â
âYou sound like you want to say something,â you looked back at him.Â
âItâs not too much having me over all the time, is it?â
âNo, not at all,â you shook your head. âYou know me, Iâd tell you if it was.â
âBecause I really do like spending time with you both. Itâs a lot nicer than going to an empty house at the end of the day,â he admitted. âSo if you donât mind, maybe I can keep bothering you and making a mess in your kitchen.â
âI think that would be okay,â you smiled.Â
You cleaned in silence for a bit before James began asking a few questions about Liana.Â
âShe had an appointment with her pediatrician recently, right? Everything went okay?â
âYeah, fit as a fiddle,â you sighed. âThank goodness.â
âHave you decided if youâre gonna use formula yet? Or will you wait it out?â
âI was actually going to ask you about this, whenever I ask anyone I think has an opinion Iâd like to hear they say I need to make the decision myself and then everyone I donât want to hear from seems to have something to say,â you chuckled. âWhat do you think? As a doctor?â
âI mean, if I were in your situation I might wait a bit longer, sheâs still pretty young and thereâs no real reason to switch over yet. I think a lot of people start maybe around 12 months and from what Iâve seen that works well,â he shrugged.Â
âThanks for giving me a straight answer,â you placed a hand on his arm. âI also donât know if I should try and take leave from work or hire a nanny, but I think I probably have to figure that one out myself.â
âDo you have enough savings to take the time off?â he asked.Â
âI get a few more months paid leave from the company I work for since I have seniority, but after that I have to figure out what to do. I think I have enough saved to last me some time, but Iâm going to have to go back eventually.â
James hummed thoughtfully.Â
âDo you wanna come up with solutions tonight or relax now that weâve finished cleaning?â he asked, motioning his head to the kitchen that was definitely in better shape than before.Â
âLetâs watch a movie or something, I donât think Iâve turned the TV on since Liana was born. Iâll fold the laundry when itâs done while we watch,â you said. âIâll figure something out later.â
âWe should watch, oh jeez whatâs that thing we started ages ago and never finished?â
âThe really bad soap?â you asked and he nodded, âOh yes, weâre definitely watching that.â
âOkay, you go get settled, Iâm gonna make some tea, do you want some?â
âSure, just make me whatever youâre having,â you nodded and grabbed the remote from under the pile of blankets on the couch, turning on the TV and trying to find the episodes you had recorded to watch later.Â
By the time James had finished making the tea, you had found the show and were just about to start it.Â
âHere,â James passed you the mug. âSo what was the last thing that happened?â
âI think the main guy was sleeping with the head nurse, right and then there was the whole thing with her being engaged to the other surgeon and then her sister was in a coma?âÂ
âWait, I thought the surgeon she was engaged to was sleeping with one of his patients?âÂ
âHe was,â you nodded. âIt was a whole thing.â
âAlright, just start it, Iâm sure Iâll remember more as we watch.â
James was very sorely mistaken, if anything heâd gotten more confused and you were absolutely no help because nothing was making sense anymore.Â
âWhat is up with the writing?â you asked. âLike did they just completely forget they had a whole storyline dedicated to this huge procedure and now theyâre acting like nothing happened.â
âDonât get me started, that guy was doing surgery without gloves, like that doesnât even take much effort to get right. Youâd think it was common sense,â James added.Â
âMaybe we should turn it off,â you looked over at your friend, âitâs getting us all riled up.â
James pressed his lips together, âI know, but I kind of want to find out whoâs the father of Paulaâs baby.â
You leaned back into the couch, you had managed to fold all the laundry, and it was still a little too early to go to sleep, you supposed a few more episodes couldnât hurt.Â
âIf I fall asleep, just lock up on your way out, okay?â you looked over at him and he nodded as you started the next episode.Â
Just as you predicted, about halfway through the second episode you began to drift off, and as soon as James noticed, he stopped the episode already having decided you could finish it together another time.Â
He shifted you slightly so you were lying down on the couch instead of in the uncomfortable position you were in before, placing a blanket over top of you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, wishing you a good night before going to check on Liana, and after seeing she was sleeping soundly and the baby monitor was on, he saw himself out, taking your spare key from where it was hidden on the porch and locking the door.Â
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âHowâs my girl doing?â James grinned, scooping Liana out of your arms. âI havenât seen you in so long,â he kissed her nose making her giggle.Â
âJames, you were here two days ago,â you laughed.Â
âAnd it feels like an eternity.â
You crossed your arms over your chest, âSheâs got you wrapped around her finger.â
âI donât mind,â he shrugged. âJust as long as we get to spend time together.â
âYeah, well she hasnât napped yet so it can wait until after that,â you reached to take her back but James insisted he could put her to sleep. âJames, you just got off work are you sure you donât want to eat something or take a break for a bit?â
âThis is like a break for me,â he assured you.Â
âOkay, Iâm gonna make a salad, come out and eat when youâre done.â
James nodded and went off to the bedroom so he could sit on the armchair there and coax her to sleep.Â
Usually he didnât need more than twenty minutes to half an hour to put her down, so when you were hitting the forty-five minute mark you wondered if Liana was being fussy, so you went to check in on them, instead seeing James fast asleep on the armchair with Liana snuggled against his chest.Â
You bit back a big smile and went to go grab your camera quickly, and quietly snapped a shot of the two of them.Â
Not wanting to wake either of them, you made your way back to the kitchen, shutting the door of the room behind you to make sure the sound didnât travel.Â
Figuring it might be a while before James came back out, you decided to eat your dinner, that way you could take Liana from him when they woke up so he could get something to eat too.Â
As you had predicted, James exited the room about an hour later, Liana now awake and hungry for her own dinner.Â
âWant me to take her now?â you teased and he rolled his eyes while you took your baby from him, sitting on the couch to feed her while he grabbed himself something to eat. âYou had a good nap?â
âGreat actually, I think I needed it. Been pulling a lot of late nights at the office getting paperwork done,â he admitted. âIâm surprised you didnât wake me.â
âYou looked comfortable, I didnât want to bother you.â
âWell, I appreciate it cause I needed the sleep,â he sighed and came and sat next to you while he began to eat his dinner.Â
âJames, IâŚI tried to talk to him the other week,â you said, knowing he would be able to connect the dots back to your ex. âIâd been meaning to tell you, it just slipped my mind I guess.â
âYou didâŚwhat did he say?â
âGod, Iâm gonna start crying again,â you let out a humourless chuckle and lifted a hand to wipe away the tears beginning to form in your eyes. âIt doesnât matter what he said. What matters is that it was probably good that we broke up. He wouldnât have been a good father or husband for that matter when it came down to it.â
âIâm proud of you for reaching out anyways. It takes a lot of guts to do that after someone leaves you.â
You nodded your head, âIâm justâŚI know I said you should keep coming here because you want to, but I really do like having you around. It just makes it seem simpler. Easier,â you looked over at him. âYouâre a good friend Jamie, I love you.â
âLove you too,â he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead, watching as your attention turned back to your daughter as she finished feeding.Â
You held her just like that in your arms for a little while longer, watching as she reached out for your fingers and then tried to go even further to grab James. Clearly her attention was addictive because he was ready to put his food down to help burp her, but you made a teasing remark about him hogging her and that he needed to eat his food so youâd take care of it and he could have her when he was done.Â
Eventually, you traded Liana for Jamesâ dishes and went to load the dishwasher while he kept her occupied, letting her gnaw on his tie while making all sorts of nonsensical baby noises that James took as conversation starters.Â
It was funny to watch the two have what looked like a full blown conversation and you were sure James had been reading some parenting magazine or another that spoke of helping babies develop linguistic abilities.Â
âHey James,â you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the wall.Â
âYeah?â
âDo you want a key?â
âA key to what?â he looked at you confused.Â
âThe house,â you said. âI just thought since youâre here all the time you can come and go whenever you want and if you forget something and Iâm out you can come get it yourself.â
âA key,â he thought about it. âThis feels like a big milestone moment.â
âI mean I already have the key to your place, but that was because you refused to have anyone look after you after you got your wisdom teeth removed.â
âWait, you have my key?âÂ
âYeah, I just took yours and had it copied,â you shrugged.Â
âI feel like I should be a bit more concerned about this, but Iâm not.â
âItâs because youâre friends with House, youâre used to it,â you waved him off.Â
âLiana, did you know your momâs a thief?â he looked down at the baby in his arms and you rolled your eyes.Â
âDo you want the key or not?âÂ
âIâll take it, and I guess you can keep mine, but Iâm never there anyways.â
âItâs okay, Iâll just use it if I need to steal your social insurance card to commit identity theft.â
âLiana banana, your momâs being very silly tonight,â James picked her up and held her out in front of him before bringing her down to press a few kisses to her face, making her giggle. âItâs okay, we still love mommy even though sheâs silly, right?â
âYou better,â you flicked his shoulder as you walked by after grabbing an ice cream sandwich from the freezer.Â
âHey, Iâve got something in my bag I forgot to give you, do you mind bringing it over here?â James asked, motioning to the briefcase on the armchair closest to the front door.Â
You nodded your head and stood up again to grab it and pass it to him. He rummaged through it with one hand while still holding Liana before passing you what looked like a receipt.Â
âUh thanks?â you looked a little confused.Â
âRead what itâs for,â James chuckled. âTheyâll get delivered next week.âÂ
âJames,â you put the receipt down. âYou didnât.âÂ
âYouâve been talking about it for four months, I had to do something,â he shrugged. âAnd I didnât get you anything for your baby shower.âÂ
âBecause you planned it,â you laughed. âSeriously this is a lot. I donât know if I can accept this.âÂ
âJust think of it this way. Iâm here all the time, we like to go out with Liana together and itâs a great stroller with good safety ratings.âÂ
âOkay sure youâll use that, but the cot too?âÂ
âThe one you have in thereâs been recalled, I was just doing you a favour,â he said.Â
You chuckled a little, pressing your lips together. âLiana, my darling, we are very spoiled.âÂ
âIâll come over when it gets delivered and help set it up,â James said.Â
âI still donât know what to say, James, this isâŚreally generous of you.âÂ
âBelieve me, right now nothing makes me happier, and I mean that,â he reached out a hand to you and you took it, giving it a gentle squeeze.Â
As promised, the next week James was back at your home to help set up the stroller and the cot and you figured it would be the right time to pull out that camcorder your father had gotten you to help record some memories you were making with Liana.Â
âHey, James wanna tell the camera what youâre doing?âÂ
âWondering why I didnât get a degree in engineering apparently.â he mumbled while hunched over some instructions, a pencil behind his ear and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.Â
âWhat does your assistant think?â you moved the camera over to Liana, sitting in a rocking seat that was propped up next to James.Â
âThat this video isnât going to be very good for my image in the future. This stuff is worse than IKEA,â he scratched the back of his head.Â
âYouâre doing great,â you assured him and came to give him an encouraging side hug. âAlright, let me stop this video and we can try and tackle it together.âÂ
You put the camera down on the bed and looked over the instructions with James, having a bit of an easier time piecing things together compared to him, so in the end you were put on deciphering the instructions while he assembled the cot.Â
An embarrassing amount of time later, the cot was completely assembled (only after having to disassemble it all the first time because there was one piece left over and you had no idea what step you had missed using it), and you carefully placed Liana inside to see how it would hold up.Â
âYou know they say you can be proud of something you built with your own two hands, but Iâm afraid this is going to fall apart,â James said.Â
âWe followed the instructions really carefully, it should be fine,â you said, trying to convince yourself. âAnd Liana looks comfortable in there, look at her sheâs giggling.âÂ
âI think thatâs because we look like weâve been building a house or something,â he looked between you, seeing your dirty clothes and messed up hair.Â
âWho knew putting together a cot would be so labour intensive,â you chuckled. âI think we can safely say we deserve some takeout. What do you want?âÂ
âAnything, Iâm starving,â James sat down on the edge of the bed. âYou think this will help her sleep a little better?âÂ
âLetâs hope so,â you rubbed your temples. âYou coming?â you asked, taking Liana out of the cot and carrying her out towards the door.Â
âYeah, Iâll be out in a minute,â he nodded and you left him in the room, staring at the wooden babyâs bed in front of him. It was a simple thing you had both made together, but for James, it was starting to feel like so much more than just that.Â
You built a cot, but what did building a cot mean? What did it mean that he bought it for you without a second question or a momentâs hesitation? What did it mean that he couldnât seem to wipe the smile off his face every single time he stepped into this house?Â
It probably meant a lot of things, but at the moment, to James, it felt like he had a family and heâd hold onto that for as long as he was able to.Â
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As much as you wished it could be, not every day was easy. Today was one of those days at the end of a long week and you wanted nothing more than to collapse and call it quits.Â
Something was wrong with Liana, she was never this fussy, but all the doctors would just repeat the same thing over and over again.Â
She has colic.Â
You have a colic-y baby.Â
Your baby has colic. Sheâs going to be fine.
She didnât sound fine. Not when she would cry and cry and you didnât know what was happening or how to make her feel better. It made your heart feel tight and constricted especially when all you could do was bounce and rock her in hopes that it might soothe whatever was going on inside her.Â
You were so focused on the sounds of the crying baby you didnât hear the door unlock as James entered the house. After putting down his bags, he followed the sound of the crying before finding you in the rocking chair in your room, gently hushing Liana to try and coax her back to sleep.Â
âJames,â you tried to stand up when you noticed he was there, but he rushed over to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder and encouraging you to sit back down. âIâm afraid weâre not really having a fun day today. You might want to just go home and rest,â you suggested.Â
âWhatâs going on?â he asked.Â
âJames, Iâm serious I-,âÂ
âHey,â he said gently, quieting you as a hand came to hold your cheek. âTalk to me, mom. Whatâs happening?âÂ
You pressed your lips together and shook your head.Â
âI donât know,â you let the tears spill from your eyes, just as they were for Liana, but you basked in the comfort Jamesâ simple action offered. âShe just keeps crying and I donât know whatâs wrong. T-They kept saying she has colic, but this isnât colic, James.âÂ
He nodded his head and wiped away your tears while trying to think of a solution to the problem in front of you.Â
âI have an idea, just give me a second, Iâll be right back.âÂ
James went off to the kitchen and came back with a bit of a white powder on his finger. He helped you sit Liana up before getting her to eat a little bit of it.Â
âWhat is that?âÂ
âJust baking soda. I saw this in a few babies. Doctors think itâs colic, but itâs reflux. Have you been eating anything different from usual?â he asked.Â
âMe?âÂ
âYeah, it might be something sheâs allergic to getting in the breast milk,â he explained while rubbing Lianaâs back. âHere let me take her so you can have a break. Go to the kitchen, get some water and write down a list of what youâve been eating recently and weâll go over it and see if we can find anything that lines up with her fussiness.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
âIâll survive,â he nodded.Â
You passed over your baby to him and made your way out of the room, following Jamesâ suggestion and noticing how with a little bit of time her crying had quieted down and instead was replaced by softer sniffles and a much nicer sound. It drew you away from the list you were leaning over and back to the door of the bedroom where you leaned in the frame and watched and listened while James, with his back turned to you, sang a soft lullaby to Liana.Â
I love you forever, Iâll like you for always, as long as Iâm living, my baby youâll be.
Over and over like a prayer until Lianaâs sniffles had faded and there was only silence.Â
He carefully put her back in her bed, waiting a few moments to make sure she was really sleeping, before turning back and seeing you standing in the doorway.Â
When he made his way up to you, you reached out and pulled him into as tight of a hug as youâd ever given him. You held onto the sleeves of your shirt while one arm came under his and across his back with the other around his neck, holding him as close to you as you possibly could.Â
âYou okay?â James asked and you nodded your head, silently while a few more tears streamed down your face.Â
âI will be.âÂ
âI-,â James faltered for a moment, but he said it anyway. âI love you.âÂ
âI love you too.âÂ
Three words he had said so many times, that had meant a particular thing when he said them to you, but now he couldnât help but feel like they meant something a little different.Â
You both stayed like that a moment longer before you pulled apart, wiping away your tears and going back to your list to see if Jamesâ theory could be correct.Â
âMaybe try cutting these ones out of your diet,â he suggested. âSee if she gets any better and if not call me and Iâll get her an appointment with one of the pediatricians at the hospital.âÂ
âOkay,â you nodded. âI just donât get why they kept saying colic like is that just some doctor term for I donât know whatâs wrong, but your baby is fussy?âÂ
âI donât know,â James shook his head, âbut donât ever let anyone bully you into not trusting your gut. Sheâs your daughter and you know her best.âÂ
âYou seem to know her pretty well too. You took one look at her and managed to help her when I couldnât,â you pinched the bridge of your nose.Â
âCoincidence,â he patted your shoulder.Â
âGive yourself a little credit. Youâre with her a lot too, itâs part of why I trust your judgement so much when it comes to her. I know youâre not just going to tell me some medical mumbo jumbo youâŚyouâre with her, you see how she is, you know.âÂ
âI donât know how you managed to hold it together so well,â James said. âI was in there with her for twenty minutes and I wanted to cry right with her.âÂ
âItâs so hard,â you shook your head. âYou can tell sheâs uncomfortable, that somethingâs wrong, but she canât tell you what.âÂ
James nodded his head, âBefore you know it sheâll be walking and talking and hopefully itâll be a lot easier to understand what she needs.âÂ
âItâs hard to imagine that,â you chuckled. âShe is growing so fast though.âÂ
âAnd youâre doing a great job,â James wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you took a deep breath. You wanted to correct him and say âweâre doing a great jobâ, but everything about this felt so delicate. It wasnât his responsibility to parent Liana and you didnât want to pressure him into thinking that it had become that, but regardless you felt like heâd been around so much it would be wrong to give yourself full credit for everything.Â
âIt takes a village,â you settled on saying, extending your arm so it was wrapped around him as well. âSpeaking of a village, I need to hire a nanny.âÂ
âSo youâre going to go back to work?â he asked and you nodded.Â
âJust part time for now. Pay is good enough. I should be fine with that for a while.âÂ
âGood,â James nodded. âDo you need help going through resumes?âÂ
âNah, Janine is taking care of that for me, her boyfriend works with the police so free background checks. Sheâs gonna send me a short list and then Iâll interview them.âÂ
You looked up at James and chuckled,Â
âYou seem surprised.âÂ
âI didnât know you outsourced to other people too,â he teased.Â
âAre you jealous, Jamie?â you tickled his sides a little bit. âCome on, you know youâre my number one. Can you seriously tell me you could have gotten police-level background checks on nannies?âÂ
âI could have tried.âÂ
âI appreciate the sentiment, but Iâm gonna save you from this job so you can help me with other stuff, okay?â you turned him around and patted his chest. âI love you, James, but you canât do it all. I have to look out for you too.âÂ
âYou donât have to look after me,â he assured you. âYouâve got a lot on your plate, I can take care of myself.âÂ
âJames, thatâs the whole point of this,â you pointed between you. âIâm not about to let it be one-sided.âÂ
âIs that why you keep packing me lunches?â he asked.Â
âMaybe,â you shrugged. âAnd it's kind of fun leaving you little notes.âÂ
âHouse thinks Iâm seeing someone because of what you put in the last one. He steals my food, you know.âÂ
âIâll just pack double next time,â you laughed.Â
James smiled at the sound of your laughter, savouring the moment of levity he was able to bring you after a long and hard few days.Â
You looked back up at him once your laughter had died down and filled with a quiet sense of gratitude, you could help but lean into his side, sighing contentedly and it made you feel warm to the touch when his arm wrapped around you and pulled you in closer.Â
Things may not have been simple or easy, but at least they felt right.
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James was just about to leave his office to get some food in the cafeteria when he heard the phone ring, keeping him seated at his desk so he could answer.Â
âHello, Oncology Department. Dr. James Wilson speaking.â
âJames, itâs me,â you said quickly, almost like you were in a hurry.Â
âIs something wrong?â he asked.Â
âNothing dire,â you sighed. âMy nanny got sick and my backup nanny is out of town and I have this huge meeting at work I cannot miss, but I-I donât have anyone to look after Liana. I hate to ask this, you know I wouldnât bug you unless it was a real emergency, but can I bring her by? Just for two maybe three hours tops. Then Iâll come grab her and she can be in my office with me for the rest of the day.â
âYeah, of course, bring her over,â James nodded. âI have a few patient consults today, but nothing too strenuous or contagious for a small baby.â
âJames, are you sure? I feel really bad asking-,â
âItâs fine. Today was going to be boring anyway, I could use some Liana time to spice things up.â
âJames, I love you, youâre a lifesaver,â you breathed a sigh of relief. âI owe you one okay? Cash it in whenever.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â he chuckled. âIâm gonna go grab a quick bite to eat. Iâll meet you in my office when you come.â
âGreat, see you then.â
You both hung up and when James came back upstairs you were just arriving at his office with Liana strapped in her car seat and a bag slung around your shoulder.Â
âOkay, Iâve got snacks, and a carrier, and her toys, and-,â
âGoodness, take a breath,â James chuckled. âWeâre gonna be fine, Iâve looked after her before.âÂ
âI know, I know. Iâm just nervous about this meeting and rushing around to get everything prepped and then the nannies fell through,â you took a deep breath to try and slow your heart down and James put a hand on your shoulder assuring you everything was going to be alright.Â
âYouâre gonna kill it at that meeting, alright?â he pulled you in for a quick hug.Â
âThanks again, I seriously appreciate and love you and your big fat heart.âÂ
âThanks, I think,â he chuckled again. âI love you too.â
You kissed your hand and tapped it on his cheek before doing the same for Liana who smiled and James took a moment to stare out the door and watch you as you left the room, still feeling his heart beating a little faster after having said I love you.Â
Ever since the day he came over when Liana was having a hard time, his heart would race and his palms would get sweaty every time heâd say those three words, knowing he meant it in a different way than he had been saying it all these years.Â
âLiana banana, what am I gonna do,â James sighed and bent down so he was at eye level with her. âDo you think your mom knows?â
Liana babbled a response.Â
âMe neither,â he sighed. âItâs okay though, cause weâre gonna have a fun day right?â
He unclipped her from the seat after fastening the baby carrier to his back to begin with before propping her up and clipping her inside.Â
Once he was content with that, he checked the time and noticed he was almost late for a meeting with a patient who was staying at the hospital for treatment.Â
James made his way down the halls, knowing not many would question him about the baby on his back, that was aside from his boss who now seemed to be walking directly towards him.Â
He quickly took a detour into an empty room and thinking he lost her, let out a breath only to be startled when the door opened and Cuddy was standing in front of him.Â
âWilson,â she started.Â
âMhmm.â
âWhatâs on your back?â she asked, trying to get a better look, but James simply turned around.
âOh itâs just a backpack,â he lied, only to be immediately ratted out by Lianaâs nonsensical sounds.Â
âYou have a talking backpack?â Cuddy looked at him skeptically.Â
âNo, itâs a tumour. Iâm dying,â he lied again, even more poorly than before.
Cuddy sighed, âAre we gonna get sued for it?âÂ
James pressed his lips together and shook his head.Â
âWill someone get mad at you for it?â
He shook his head again.
âIs House involved?â
A third time.Â
âOkay,â she nodded slowly. âI wonât question yourâŚtalking backpack tumour.â
James nodded his head and Cuddy left the room which hopefully meant he was in the clear for the rest of the day.Â
Liana had other ideas and decided she didnât like being in the carrier on his back anymore and began to cry. James wondered what was different, heâd done this with her before, but perhaps it was the new environment and she just wanted to be where she could see him.
So after some maneuvering, he changed the positioning of the carrier and put Liana back inside and she seemed much more relaxed afterwards.Â
When he got to his patient he apologized for being late, but they were more focused on the child that James had yet to introduce.Â
âSorry, Iâm a little all over the place right now,â he chuckled. âThis is Liana, sheâs going to be joining us today.â
âIs she your daughter?â he asked, seeing the way James smiled and held her when he introduced her.Â
âNo,â James shook his head. âSheâs the daughter of one of my close friends. Iâm just doing her a favour today.â
âEither way, itâs always nice to see someone smiling and happy around here.â
âYeah, I thought so too,â James nodded.Â
âHow old is she?â
âSix months as of two weeks ago.â
âThey grow fast, donât they?â
James smiled and nodded, âThey sure do.â
They continued their consult, and before long James wrapped things up and headed back to his office to meet with another patient.Â
This time around he was feeding and burping Liana throughout the meeting and it felt so much like second nature to him, it didnât take him away at all from the questions the patient was asking, and much like he expected, having a baby in the room was a nice distraction from the heavy subject matter.Â
He got through the next few patients with ease, and he felt lucky that House only decided to come in after all his meetings were over.Â
âIs that a baby?â House squinted, looking at Liana who was calmly playing with a toy in Jamesâ lap.Â
âNo, itâs an alien,â he deadpanned and House ignored his comment.Â
âWhy do you have a baby? That must be breaking some hospital rule.â
âSince when do you care about rules?â
âCause rules are there to protect us,â House said sarcastically. âIs this the one you spend all your free time with?â
âHer name is Liana,â James said while standing up and moving to put her in her car seat for a moment. âHouse, Iâm gonna ask you to do something and Iâm going to trust that you wonât blow this up in my face.â
âGo on.â
âI need to use the washroom, but youâve seen the way they get cleaned here, I donât want to bring Li with me,â he said. âCan you watch her for five minutes? You donât even have to do anything, just stare at her in the carrier.â
House thought about it for a moment before eventually agreeing, James completely oblivious to his friendâs ulterior motive.
House first sat across from her, turning her car seat around on the table so it was facing him. They stared at each other for a few moments before House stood up and grabbed a picture from one of Jamesâ shelves, sitting back down in front of her.Â
âYouâre probably too young to do this, but never too young to learn, right?â
Liana had no response.Â
âYou see this guy?â House pointed to James in the photo. âHeâs dada, right?â
House continued to prompt her, even though he knew she was too young to speak, thinking this would make a great prank if he played his cards right.Â
House continued to go back and forth with Liana between her babbles, until he heard James begin to open the door of the office.Â
âEverything okay?â he asked.Â
âPerfect,â House nodded. âYour daughterâs an angel.âÂ
James frowned, unable to tell if House was being sarcastic or not, but he was quickly distracted by the frame in his hand.
âWhy do you have that picture?â James came closer and took it from him.
âOh, just trying to pass the time with a story.âÂ
âThe story of what exactly? This is just a picture of me with my parents.âÂ
âI donât know I made something up, sheâs a baby, she wonât remember,â House insisted before leaving the office before James could ask any more questions.Â
A little confused by the encounter, he made his way over to Liana who was reaching out for him.Â
He checked the time, seeing as your meeting should probably have been over by then and decided to give you a call.Â
âHey, I was just about to come and pick Liana up,â you said.Â
âYeah, about that, do you just want to leave her with me for the rest of the day?â he asked. âSheâs been really good and honestly I think the patients have been loving seeing a baby around.âÂ
âJames, itâs fine, my meeting is over. I can come get her,â you said.Â
James pressed his lips together before gathering the nerve to say what he was going to say.Â
âI actually would really like it if she could stay with me,â he said. âIf youâre okay with it.â
You paused, âThis isnât just some round about way for you to find a way to give me a break?â you asked.Â
âNo, Iâm really happy sheâs here. I was going to come over after work anyways.âÂ
âYou still have the car seat hookup in your car?â you asked and he confirmed. âOkay, call me if you need anything, Jamie.âÂ
âI will, and thank you.âÂ
âJust donât break her, okay, sheâs not replaceable,â you teased.Â
âIâll bring her back in one piece,â James chuckled. âWeâll be fine, right Li?âÂ
James gave her a little tickle so that you could hear her laugh in response and you couldn't help but smile before saying goodbye and feeling more at ease leaving her with James than you ever had leaving her with a babysitter.Â
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It always felt interesting coming back to Princeton-Plainsboro after you had given birth to Liana. It brought back a lot of memories, both good and maybe not so great of your pregnancy, but recently you and Liana had been visiting a little more often to have lunch with James when you werenât working.Â
Today wasnât one of those days, you were actually just on your way back home after running a few errands and since you were in the area you thought you might stop in and talk to James about that evening.Â
When you went by his office you peeked inside and noticed he wasnât there and before you could decide the best course of action, you heard a semi familiar voice behind you.Â
âYou looking for Wilson?âÂ
You turned around and saw House standing in front of you.Â
âYeah, actually. Do you know where he is?âÂ
âI think he just went to Cuddyâs office,â he said.Â
âAlright, Iâll head back downstairs then,â you smiled and were about to haul Lianaâs car seat with you, but House stopped you.Â
âIf you want I can look after her in my office,â he said.
âReally?â you seemed a little surprised from the offer, but figured it couldnât be too bad to leave her with him for five minutes.Â
âSure,â House nodded, making it seem like it was no big deal, when really he had already pocketed a picture of James and was looking for another opportunity to continue his prank.Â
âAlright, Iâll be back in a few minutes,â you said while walking over to his office and putting her car seat on the main table before walking down the hallways and over to the elevator to go and find James, but just to your luck, he was coming out just as you had planned to enter. âHey, I was looking for you,â you smiled.Â
âOh, I didnât realize you were coming, did we make plans?â he asked, worried heâd forgotten about something.Â
âNo, I was just in the area and, well my mom and dad are coming over for dinner tonight, I was wondering if you wanted to join us.âÂ
âDinner sounds nice,â James nodded. âAnd I havenât seen your parents in a while, I just seem to miss them every time they come into town.âÂ
âYeah, thatâs why I thought Iâd ask, also maybe as a warning in case you wanted to get as far away as you could,â you chuckled.Â
âCome on, theyâre not that bad,â he nudged you.Â
âMost of the time, but then again, youâre not their child.âÂ
âWait, whereâs Liana?â James asked. âWith a sitter at home?âÂ
âNo, I left her with House.âÂ
Jamesâ eyes went wide, âYou left her with House?â
âYeah, whatâs the big deal?â you chuckled as James began to walk towards Houseâs office to make sure he wasnât up to one of his many schemes. âJames he offered!â you called back and that only made him walk faster.Â
It took you a minute to catch up with him, but by that time he was already interrogating House who was simply sitting in front of Liana.Â
âCan't I offer to look after my friendâs friendâs baby?â House asked.Â
âUsually someone could, but when that person is you you may see why I think you have some ulterior motive.âÂ
âJames whatâs going on?â you asked, coming closer to House. âLianaâs fine, I donât know why youâre being so dramatic.âÂ
âYeah, listen to single mom over here,â he pointed to you.Â
James backed off if only for your sake, but he still kept a close eye on House as you picked up Lianaâs car seat and told James youâd see him after his shift was over.Â
He nodded his head and you exchanged a kiss on the cheek before heading out.Â
âYouâre really telling me youâre not getting some of that on the side?â House asked.Â
âHouse, drop it,â James was unamused. âI know youâre up to something, I just donât know what.âÂ
âI guess youâre just going to have to wait and find out,â House shrugged. âIn the meantime may I suggest you go get your freak on with the mom? You know she probably hasnât slept with anyone since that kid was conceived, Iâm sure youâd have an easy time convincing her.âÂ
âShut up, House,â James rolled his eyes and left the office before he could suggest anything more obscene.Â
He was thankful when the end of his shift came, and before heading to your place he made a stop at the store to buy some flowers and dessert to bring over.Â
By this point, it was such a habit, he never knocked, just opened the door with his key and announced his presence to whoever was in the house.Â
âHey Liana, look whoâs here,â you smiled and pointed to James while Liana was being held by your mother.Â
Liana became very excited at the sight of him and he quickly put down the things he brought on the table before saying his greetings and giving special attention to Liana by means of a kiss on her nose and caress of her face.Â
âDo you want something to drink?â you asked. âMom and dad brought some fancy-looking sparkling fruit juice.âÂ
âI could go for some of that,â James nodded. âHow have you guys been, I missed you the last time you were in town.âÂ
âWeâve been good,â your dad nodded.Â
âUnfortunately our granddaughter doesnât come to visit us very much,â your mom gave you a bit of a look and you rolled your eyes.Â
âMom, you guys are retired, I have a job, why donât we keep this âyou visit meâ arrangement a while longer until my life sorts itself out a bit more.âÂ
âSheâs not wrong, honey,â your dad came and patted his wifeâs shoulder.Â
âI know, I just wish we got to see Liana more. We should come down more often.âÂ
âWhat about you, James, anything new in your life?âÂ
James looked over at you before shaking his head.Â
âNo, still working at the same place stillâŚâÂ
âTrying to find the right person,â you filled in for him, placing a hand on his shoulder and handing him his drink.Â
âYeah,â he nodded with a soft smile and couldnât help but laugh a little internally at the irony. Maybe the right person had been there all along, the person heâd never once pulled away from, the person he let take care of him, the person who heâd realized heâd most definitely fallen in love with, but risking things between you was out of the question so he would have to be content with the way things were.Â
âYouâre the head of your department, right?â your mom asked and James nodded. âWow, thatâs quite something, your parents must be proud of you.âÂ
âYes, it never fails to come up in conversation with my mother,â he chuckled.Â
Liana began to fuss a little bit in her grandmotherâs arms and after a few failed attempts at calming her down James offered to take over.Â
âAre you sure, honey?â she asked. âShe gets a bit cranky and itâs hard to calm her down.âÂ
âDonât worry mom, James is an expert,â you assured her.Â
James nodded and confirmed he was sure before gently bouncing Liana until she stopped crying and wiping away whatever tears of hers were remaining.Â
âShe seems very attached to you,â your dad remarked and James looked down at Liana who now had her head resting against his chest.Â
âThe feelingâs quite mutual,â James chuckled. âDoes she need to be fed?â he asked you.Â
âYeah weâre probably getting close to that time now, Iâll warm up the bottle. Maybe I can feed her and you can deal with the sauce on the stove, itâs missing something and I canât place it.âÂ
âSure,â James nodded and waited for you to heat up Lianaâs bottle before passing her over and taking a turn at the stove.Â
Your parents watched your interactions curiously and shared a few looks between themselves, but chose to say nothing. Theyâd known James since you were both nineteen and a lot of things had happened since then, but a lot of time had passed too. It was interesting how your comfort with each other in friendship had so naturally extended itself in this way that you were practically functioning as a family whether you noticed it, or maybe deliberately chose to ignore it.Â
After you fed Liana and burped her, she was quick to fall asleep and you placed her in her cot in your room before joining James and your parents in the kitchen where they were bringing things to the dining room to lay them out on the table.
âThis looks really delicious sweetheart, thank you for making dinner,â your dad said. âAnd you too James for taking over there in the home stretch.âÂ
âFor all we know it could have tasted terrible before he came in so he can take the credit for that,�� you chuckled.Â
âNo, I gave it a taste before adding anything. It just needed a little something sour to balance some things out, otherwise it was perfect,â he assured you.Â
Dinner with your parents was mostly small talk. They shared a little about some of your relatives they had recently spoken to or visited and asked James how his family was doing and they left fairly early to start the drive back home.Â
âIâll load the dishes you put away the leftovers?â James yawned and you chuckled.Â
âHow about I do both since I had a day off and you go and lay down for a bit,â you suggested.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about Iâm fine,â James waved his hand but yawned again.Â
âGo to sleep, James. Thatâs not a suggestion,â you walked up to him. âMy ex left some sweatpants here you can change into those and take off this button up,â you tugged at his shirt.Â
James pressed his lips together and nodded his head, before heading over to the bedroom and quietly getting changed before climbing into bed and not fighting the sleep that came.Â
He initially wasnât sure how much later it was when he woke up, but by the looks of it much too late to go come considering you were next to him, despite being groggy, he had a million and one things crossing his mind, but all of those were thrown out when he heard Liana begin to cry.Â
You shifted next to him, waking up to go and take care of it, but James put an arm on your shoulder.Â
âIâve got it, go back to sleep,â he assured you.Â
You were too tired to argue with him and let your head hit the pillow again while he stood up and picked Liana up from her crib, heading out to the kitchen so he could heat up a bottle for her before coming back and sitting in the chair to feed her.Â
You watched the scene in front of you and you felt yourself wanting to memorize every detail. How he held her, the quiet things he whispered, the way she curled into his arms while he stood up and rocked her back to sleep.Â
When he came back to the bed he noticed you were awake and he let out a soft chuckle and you smiled looking up at him with his messy hair. Suddenly you were nineteen again and banging on the door of cabin 3 trying to wake your fellow counsellor to come and deal with an emergency. To you he looked the same as he did all those years ago.Â
âI told you to go back to sleep.âÂ
âNot everyone can fall asleep instantly,â you yawned with a chuckle.Â
âYou didnât wake me up to leave,â he said quietly, his head resting on his hand that propped him up.Â
âYou always look so peaceful when you sleep, I feel evil whenever I have to wake you up,â you remarked, but behind your eyes if he could see through the darkness of the room, he would have seen them saying something else. That you wanted him to stay, you didnât want to wake him up because you wanted to wake up next to him. âYou donât mind do you?âÂ
âThat youâre making me do the walk of shame in the morning?â James teased and shook his head.Â
âJust shut up and go back to sleep, Jamie,â you yawned with a chuckle.Â
He moved so he was laying down on his back with an arm behind his head and you couldnât tear your eyes away from him. Maybe he could feel you staring because he reached his other arm out and pulled you closer and you moved with him until your head rested against his chest, your arm draped over top of him.Â
He gave you a gentle squeeze with the arm that was wrapped around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.Â
âGoodnight, Jamie,â you mumbled into his shirt.Â
You couldnât see how he looked down and smiled at you after you said that, all that filled your ears was a quiet, âGoodnight.â
â
âI havenât seen you in a few days, how have you been?âÂ
James sat on the carpet of the living room, playing with Liana who was crawling around him while you brought over two mugs of tea so you could chat while you entertained the growing baby.Â
âGood for the most part, just had a patient who wasnât doing so great so I spent some extra time at the hospital to keep an eye on things. Not to mention House has been bugging me to go out and itâs been a while so I figured whatâs the harm.â
âHe got you plastered and you made a fool of yourself, didnât he?â you asked and James nodded while you laughed. âLiana, did James go out with House and act like an idiot?â you tickled the ten month old and she giggled before coming closer to you, tapping on your legs with her hands.Â
âDonât listen to your mama, Li, sheâs trying to-,â
âMama,â Liana repeated after James had spoken and you both stopped dead in your tracks.Â
You looked over at James and his smile was just as wide as yours before you picked Liana up and smothered her with kisses.Â
âLiana, look at you! You said your first word!â
âGood job, Liana banana,â James grinned and gave her cheek a little pinch which made her reach out to him and say,Â
âDada.â
You both had a similar reaction to what happened moments ago, only this time it was pure shock. Maybe you had misheard her, but when she repeated herself, James could feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach.Â
âI-I donât know where she learnt that from,â he told you. âI swear I didnât teach her that.â
It took a minute for the shock to fade away for you, but once it did you tried to assure James that it was okay.Â
âI believe you,â you said. âI-I donât know where she picked it up from, but itâs okay.â
James chewed on his lip, it wasnât okay though because he wanted nothing more than to hear Liana say that again.Â
âItâs not though,â James said softly. âI love her, but Iâm not her dad. Thatâs not fair to her or to you.â
âJamie,â you pleaded with him, but he still seemed stuck on something.Â
âIâm really sorry,â he apologized again. âI feel like I ruined a special moment.â
âIâm trying to tell you it really doesnât matter,â you assured him, you could see it in his eyes, he wanted to leave, to let you have time alone, but you didnât want to be alone, you wanted him to stay with you. âPleaseâŚplease stay.â
James reached out his hand to hold yours and was about to give you his answer when his pager went off.Â
Your heart clenched and you watched as he read the message and sighed, standing up because he was needed again at the hospital.Â
âYour patient?â you asked, picking Liana up and standing next to him.Â
He nodded his head, âThey were scheduled for an unrelated surgery and there were some complications, I have to go.â
You understood and James wrapped you in a tight hug and you kissed his cheek.Â
âI love you, Jamie.â
âI love you too,â he whispered, wishing he could hold onto you and never let you go, but instead he was pulled away from your warm embrace wondering how on earth Liana had learnt to call him dad.Â
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âYou look like you havenât slept in days, spending time with the baby again?â House asked, waltzing into Jamesâ office.Â
âNo, I haven't been over in a few days,â James shook his head.Â
âYou havenât been over in a few daysâŚSomething happened,â House deduced and James gave him a look.Â
âNothing happened. Iâm just taking a break,â he lied.Â
âYouâve been going non-stop to spend time with them since the baby was born ten months ago, why do you need a break now?âÂ
âBecause I have a lot on my mind and thereâs a few new patients I need to focus on-,âÂ
âYouâre lying.âÂ
âYes I am,â James admitted and House grinned.Â
âReally?âÂ
âNo, Iâm not,â he shook his head and continued to look down and do his work.Â
âWe do this every single time and every single time Iâm right,â House said. âWhy donât we save the back and forth for another time and just skip to the part where you tell me whatâs going on.âÂ
âOh really and you were right that time you thought I was cheating on my wife and she was the one cheating on me?â he asked.Â
âOkay, so Iâm not perfect,â House shrugged. âWhat happened, Wilson? I could just as easily get your friendâs number and ask directly if thatâs what youâd prefer.âÂ
âGod no,â James shook his head. âLeave her alone, she doesnât need to deal with you on top of working and raising a child.âÂ
âAlright then, what happened?âÂ
James took a deep breath and sighed, âLiana called me dad the other day. I have no idea where she learnt it from.âÂ
âShe started speaking,â House nodded, pressing his lips together. âWas it her first word or-,âÂ
âSecond. She said mom first,â James said, but caught a glimpse of his friend trying to fight back a smile and suddenly all the offers to take care of Liana paired with the photographs made sense. âYou taught her!â he exclaimed. âHouse I canât believe youâd pull a prank on me by manipulating my friendâs baby!âÂ
âOh come on, itâs not that big of a deal,â House rolled his eyes.Â
âHouse, I cannot believe you!âÂ
âYouâre not mad at me,â House shook his head. âYouâre just mad you liked it.âÂ
âNo Iâm-,âÂ
âYes, you are,â the diagnostician emphasized. âYouâve been sitting here tearing yourself apart for the past four days because she called you dad and you liked it. Youâre mad at yourself for liking it because sheâs not your kid.âÂ
âNo,â James quieted down. âSheâs not.âÂ
âYou havenât gone back because youâre afraid to hear her say it again, arenât you?âÂ
âSince when did you become an expert on my personal problems, House? You caused this, why should I listen to anything you have to say?âÂ
âBecause youâre being an idiot. Youâre punishing yourself for liking something. Do you realize how insane that sounds?âÂ
âItâs not insane, House, sheâs not my baby-,âÂ
âSure, sheâs not your baby and you have her feeding and nap routine memorized. Youâve been to her doctor's appointments, sheâs calmer in your arms than she is in the arms of her grandparents. Yeah, go and tell that to any moron sitting out there and theyâll tell you for me, youâre being an idiot.âÂ
James sighed again, âAnd why do you care?âÂ
âBecause once youâre done with this spiral we can go back to the way things were when you werenât a boring depressed lump.âÂ
âHow kind of you,â James faked a smile.Â
Houseâs pager went off, leaving James alone again in his office, thinking about what his friend had said.Â
Youâd told him so many times that things were okay, but maybe a part of him didnât want to let him believe that you didnât mind because that was a slippery slope to him facing himself and his feelings and he didnât care what his heart was telling him, he wouldnât put himself through that. He wouldnât put you and Liana through that. But at the same time, he couldnât keep himself away forever. He didnât want that either.
So with a deep breath he picked up his office phone and dialled your number, putting it up to his ear and waiting for the line to connect on the other end.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHey, itâs me.âÂ
âJames,â your voice sounded almost relieved. âH-Hey, how are you?âÂ
He pressed his lips together, âMiserable, actually. I miss you guys.âÂ
âWe miss you too,â you chuckled with a small sniffle.Â
âC-Can I come over for dinner tonight?â he asked.Â
âYou still have a key, what do you think?â you asked with a bit of a laugh. âIâll see you tonight.âÂ
âYeah, see you then,â James smiled and after he hung up the phone he took a deep breath, his fast heartbeat slowing down by the second.Â
Maybe this time House was right.
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The next few weeks passed by and things resumed to their normal state, much to Houseâs delight. Jamesâ role as department head always meant at least one day a week where he would stay late and do some extra paperwork, dealing with anything that may have slipped through the cracks before.Â
This time, that had fallen on a Sunday and it was just past dinner when he heard a knock on his door and wondering who was on the other end he called for them to come in.Â
You opened the door a crack and again asked permission to come in and James smiled at you, looking up from his paperwork, not expecting to see you in the hospital.Â
âHey, I wasnât expecting to see you here, whatâs going on?âÂ
âI just wanted to drop by and bring you something for dinner, I know itâs your paperwork day.âÂ
âThanks, thatâs really sweet of you,â he stood up from his chair and came to stand in front of his desk, leaning back on it while you placed the take out bag on the table. âWhereâs Liana?âÂ
âOh Helenâs looking after her tonight,â you said. âI had a few things I needed to do and um just wanted the evening off,â you admitted.Â
âFair enough,â James nodded.Â
âI actually brought you something else,â you rolled back and forth on the balls of your feet and James noticed the tension in your stature. âH-Here,â you handed him a gift bag which he eyed curiously.Â
Today wasnât his birthday or some memorable event you celebrated together. There wasnât much of a reason to get him a present which made it all the more intriguing.Â
He pulled out a wrapped rectangular box from the bag, and putting the bag aside he began to carefully tear away the wrapping paper to reveal what looked like a picture frame. Overlaid on the frame, on top of the photo, James noticed a card which he unfolded to read its contents.Â
Happy Fatherâs Day. We love you loads. - Liana and Mom
James moved the card to see the picture and put his hand over his mouth, feeling tears involuntarily form in his eyes as he saw the familiar scene of your room, lit by the light of your lamp as Liana was fast asleep against his chest while he napped on the armchair.Â
James quickly wiped away the few tears that were in his eyes and looked up at you with a grateful smile, looking back down at the image before placing it neatly on his desk along with the card.Â
âI hope you like it,â you said quietly, biting your lip. âI thought you might want to have a copy of that picture andâŚyou know just a thank you for everything youâve done for me and Liana this past year.âÂ
âI love it,â he assured you. âI-I love it and I love you.âÂ
âI love you too,â you smiled.
âN-No,â James came closer and reached out, taking your hands in his. âIâŚI love you. Iâm in love with you.âÂ
âJamie,â you spoke in a breathy whisper, unsure of how you lost your voice. âI-,â you opened your mouth to speak again, but paused when James raised a hand to your face, wiping away the tears you didnât even notice had begun to stream down.Â
âI just donât want to be away from you, ever,â he said softly. âI never did. And now with Liana, I want to be there, for all of it.âÂ
You held the wrist of his hand that held your face, pulling him in closer so your foreheads rested against each other.Â
You took in a shaky breath, thinking back on those words. Something youâd been saying to each other for longer than you could remember. The first time was so clear in your mind, you were on the phone racking up long distance charges while James was in Montreal. It had slipped out by accident, a reflex, and you had convinced yourself when the phone had hung up youâd never call him back, unable to face what youâd just said, but before you could spiral any further, he said it back and you never stopped saying it.
For the longest time that was the only occurrence that was memorable, everything else was a blur, that was until a few months ago. It was so simple, you had fallen asleep on the couch and James had made sure Liana was fed and bathed and even cleared up some things in the kitchen before sitting on the couch with some tea and a book. You had talked and said I love you as a thank you, but when the words left your mouth they also left a lingering airiness in your heart, a feather light feeling that came crashing down like an anvil when he left to go home because you realized you never wanted to be apart from him.
It took you a few moments to realize you hadnât said anything and James was anxiously waiting for some sort of communication, anything, but since the meaning of your words had changed, for both of you, you thought it might be more conducive to work in actions.
You closed in the space between you, at first gently resting your lips on his and letting him lead you in a soft and slow kiss, putting aside all the restraint you both had been using these past months in an effort to protect your friendship.
One of Jamesâ hands held onto your waist, pulling you in so that there was no space left between you. He kissed you again and again, remembering each one as a core memory, engraved in his mind, paired with the feeling of your arms wrapped around his neck, the feeling of your body pressed so closely against his, his heart beating outside of his chest.Â
It was easy for his lips to trail away from yours, moving along your jaw, to your temple before you had pulled each other into a warm embrace, simply existing in each otherâs arms. James thought to himself what a nice life it would be, not ever having to pull away.Â
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âI donât have much to say,â James smiled. âEverything is looking good, you still seem 100% healthy to me.âÂ
âThatâs great news.âÂ
âIt definitely is. Standard procedure, but weâll have one more of these remission follow ups to make sure everything is still in order then you hopefully wonât have to see me again.âÂ
âThank you Dr. Wilson, I really appreciate all youâve-.âÂ
âDad!âÂ
âSweetheart, wait heâs with a patient!âÂ
James turned his head and saw Liana running over to him, you valiantly trying to chase after her without much success.Â
He quickly scooped her up in his arms before she crashed into him, pressing a big kiss to her cheek.Â
âSorry about that,â James apologized. âItâs Saturday, we normally have lunch together.âÂ
âNo worries,â he chuckled.Â
âLiana, this is my patient Mr. Kimbilio, can you say hi?âÂ
Liana waved and said hi, very exuberantly.Â
âThis is my daughter,â James introduced. âAnd thatâs my wife,â he pointed over to you.Â
âDaughter,â Mr. Kimbilio smiled. âI think I met you Liana, when you were very small. Your father was looking after you at work and so some of his patients got to meet you.âÂ
âReally?â she looked up at her dad and he nodded.Â
âHeâs right, I remember that,â James smiled. âYouâve grown a lot since then, havenât you Li,â he kissed her cheek again and she giggled.
You finally caught up to the group and James greeted you with a quick kiss, passing Liana off to you so he could wrap things up and you could all go down to the cafeteria for lunch together.Â
âIf I remember correctly,â Mr. Kimbilio started. âYou didnât introduce her as your daughter the first time we met. Iâm glad something changed.âÂ
âMe too,â James smiled, looking over at his wife and daughter fondly who were now in the midst of making him very proud by pulling off a small prank on House as he came out of his office.Â
It didnât take much longer for them to wrap things up and you and Liana made a quick pit stop inside Jamesâ office before heading downstairs.
Liana went to go sit in Jamesâ seat while he put away his files and organized them.Â
It had been a while since youâd been in his office, but it felt like ever since the night you first kissed things had begun to change in the room.Â
His desk was now more littered with photos than knickknacks and Lianaâs artwork was posted wherever there was room.Â
You came around to the other side, looking a little more closely at the pictures.Â
There was one of you, James, and Liana on your wedding day, another of just the two of you during an anniversary celebration, Lianaâs kindergarten photo from school and another one of you as a family on your last vacation. And still as prominent as ever, the framed photo you had gifted James on his first fatherâs day.Â
âYou ready to go?â he asked you, looking up and noticing your eyes gazing at the pictures on his desk.Â
When you didnât initially respond, too focused on what you were looking at, James wrapped an arm around you and tilted your chin towards him so he could press a kiss to your lips.
âI love you,â you smiled and James kissed you again, saying.
âAnd I love you,â before moving over to pick up Liana and kiss her cheek. âAnd you.â
Liana giggled, feeling tickled by the kisses and moving to give both of you a kiss on the cheek before saying.Â
âMom, Dad, Iâm starving. Can we go eat now?â
âSure, Liana banana,â James chuckled and you wrapped an arm around him, walking side by side out of the office and in the direction of the elevator to get to the cafeteria, thinking you were pretty lucky that in the end, your best friend listened to his heart and went after what he wanted.
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I love your work about the 141 gossiping about Ghost, love the concept of him having a âsecret wifeâ.
Please please please write more with âsecret wife y/nâ, I beg of you. đđť
ANYTHING FOR YOU, ANON. <3 Ghost and secretwife!reader are my sweet babies I love them so much.
Tw: blond Simon & smiling Simon. Read at your own risk.
If thereâs one thing Gaz knows how to do, itâs shut the fuck up. And if there was ever a time to employ that skill, it was now. Now after heâd been frozen watching the two of you reunite after a close call. After heâd discovered your dirty little secret. Suddenly feeling like Icarus after flying too close to the sun. Hurtling back down to earth. He was certain that when he moved there would be a crater under his feet where his stomach dropped.
Heâd gone so green that another nurse came up and gently tugged on his arm to see if he was alright. He snapped his jaw shut, nodding and mumbling something that didnât sound anywhere near reassuring. But he forced himself to leave the medbay. Left the two of you behind the curtain, where in his final glance back he saw that your feet were still neatly on top of Ghostâs big boots. Pushed up on your toes to be able to wrap your arms around his shoulders.
He made some excuse not to meet with you that evening. Could barely look you in the eye when you caught him in the hall, looking significantly more cheery than you had been that morning. You pried, asking if he was alright, feeling his forehead with the back of your hand, but he claimed the stress of their mission had just hit him and he really needed to sleep.
It took him weeks to get over the initial shock. Couldnât stand next to Ghost during conditioning. Made a point of sitting catty-corner to him during meetings and in transit so he had the least chances of accidentally catching his eye. Feeling like heâd deeply bastardized the idea of ���Ghost.â Blurred the lines between the man Gaz knew and the man he was in private.
He tried to reason with himself. Keep it fresh in his mind that heâd seen the signs, just hadnât been able to fully connect the dots by himself. And it was an accident. Heâd never intentionally pry into either of your personal lives like that. It wasnât in his character. There was nothing innately wrong with the two of you hiding a marriage. Probably would have been an HR nightmare. Gotten both of you re-stationed. He was certain you both had a good reason to hide it. And there was no better person to find out than him. Heâd actually be able to keep it a secret. Soap would immediately run his mouth. Get on the intercoms and scream the news as loud as he could. Price would pull the both of you aside and try to have some heart-to-heart. Not that it wouldnât have been nice, it just would have felt too forced. Wouldnât have served any real purpose.
So eventually he gets over it. Never pressed you about your marriage again, and you never seemed too keen on following up his request from months ago. The dust settles in his mind. He shelves the information like an old book. Life goes on.
And then the weather turns. Starts getting colder. The first few weeks of cold after summer where the wind stings a little more. Finds itâs way through jackets and uniforms a little more artfully. Soldiers are catching ill and passing it around like itâs a competition of who can infect the entire base. The medbay is busy, but a different kind of busy than summer when itâs an optimal time to see missions through.
The medics are tasked with rounding up all the soldiers on base and issuing flu vaccines to hopefully prevent further spread. You trudge to Priceâs office in the early morning. He notices you look a little pale. The rims of your eyes and tip of your nose are blotchy. A gentle shade of pink that he assumes is from the weather or the cold you were bound to catch. You chat for a bit, catch up because you havenât had the opportunity for a few weeks. Let him know that he and the boys need to make their way to the bay for their shots at some point.
You feel a little woozy. Pressing into his doorframe for support, white-knuckling it to keep yourself from swaying in your spot. He looks a little concerned. Asks if you need to take a few days away to recoup. You wave him off, tell him itâs nothing you canât handle, but he insists on walking you back to medbay. And heâs glad he did because on the short walk back you find yourself having to duck into a dark meeting room so you can vomit into a trash can.
He keeps a steadying arm wrapped around your waist when you stumble back out into the hall. Shaking his head when you profusely apologize. Slowing his normally long strides so you were comfortable. Gently lets you down on your own cot and instructs you to stay where you are while he goes to find a few other doctors that can delegate your work for the day between them so you can have the day off.
He sends you home despite your protest. Youâd already gotten your color back. Claimed you mustâve had something off to eat. He wasnât having it. Said he wouldnât have his best doctor spreading sick because sheâs too stubborn to get off her feet for a few hours. Heâs a bit more stern than usual because he knows you wonât listen otherwise, but he brings you a ginger ale and sits next to your bed until youâve finished it.
Later that day, when he and the boys finally get around to the bay for vaccines, he notices the way Ghostâs eyes dart around like he was looking for something. His shoulders tensing when he sees your station empty, and moments after heâs taken his shot, Price sees that heâs slunk off to a corner to make a phone call.
He doesnât think much of it. Heâs been trying to give Ghost some space. So he just shrugs it off. Letâs him finish up whatever heâs doing before they get back to work.
The boys have gotten in the habit of taking a week off as the snow melts. Just before Spring brings rain and the soft buds of new leaves on the trees. Unofficial tradition proposed early on to have a few more days rest before things inevitably picked up again. Usually gave the boys time to kick off to visit family or get some well needed time away from base. Get in a well needed break because God knew they wouldnât be able to for the foreseeable future.
Soap finds himself a little North of Manchester in his time off. Went out to see his godparents in Bolton for a couple days before getting back up to Iverness to see his parents. Meandering through a supermarket to pick up a bottle of wine for his godmother and a bottle of bourbon for himself. Could have sworn he saw Simon turning a corner at the end of the aisle. Chalked it up to a trick of the light. Seeing things after months of close quarters with his L.T.
But then he saw the man again. Stood in line at the butcherâs counter. No mask, but the same crooked nose and cropped blond hair. Same scar hooking his jaw. Swapped out his uniform and gear for a thick leather jacket, white shirt, and a pair of jeans. Would have been unrecognizable if Johnny didnât know him so well.
He was about to head over to say hello. Make some wise crack about Ghost missing him too much, but he was stilled for a moment when a woman approached Simon. Pushed her cart up next to him and nudged his side with her hip. Prompted him to give her a small smile- the only smile Soap had ever seen Simon grace anyone with. No teeth, just a curve of his lips, but it changed his face completely.
Ghost said something to the woman. She reached up to fuss with the collar of his jacket. Johnny saw her shoulders shake slightly and heard the quiet tinkling sound of her laughter. Completely shell shocked. So imagine his surprise when the woman turned away from Ghost and it was you. Only you looked wildly different. He knew your face well enough, but after almost six months not going to the medbay on a weekly basis, something had changed.
Even wearing an oversized sweatshirt he could see the way it pulled taught against your swollen belly. Saw the way your arm was cradling it like second nature. He didnât even realize that the bottle of wine had slipped from his fingers until he watched Simonâs head snap toward the sound. Ears perked. Tense like heâd suddenly flashed onto the battlefield. His eyes went wild for a moment as he scanned the busy aisle, calmed only a degree when he found you.
Itâs like that Spider-Man meme where the three of them meet and point at each other. Johnnyâs smiling sheepishly (for once), your jaw is dropped in surprise, and Simon is glaring daggers at Johnny like somehow it was his fault that you were all in the same place at once. Youâre the first one to move. Rushing up to him as quickly as you could- now moving a bit awkwardly with the disproportionate weight of your pregnancy on your front. Asking if he was alright. Grabbing his hands to make sure the glass hadnât cut him.
Simon tailed you like a hulking shadow. Glowering down at Soap something fucking ferocious. Didnât even give him time to tell you he was fine. Pulling you back behind his arm by the wrists with a kind of gentleness Johnny had never known the L.T. to possess. You twisted your face in displeasure, batting his hands away and stepping back out from behind the wall that was your husband. Ignoring the wine and the soft crunch of glass under your shoes.
And to Soapâs absolute bafflement, Simon stood down. Didnât try to yank you back, didnât voice his protest, just drew his mouth into a hard line and let you push past him. He was speechless. For what well may have been the first time in his life, John MacTavish had no words. Couldnât apologize for the mess. Couldnât crack a joke. Couldnât even say hello. He was pure dead at a loss.
Somehow, he allowed you to guide him away from the mess heâd made- staining the waxed tile a muted crimson even after the disgruntled looking employee came over to mop it up. Found his voice in your tugging him along after you and Simon to the checkout where you insisted youâd pay for the bottle of bourbon heâd managed not to send careening to the ground. Tried to tell you no, but youâd already sent it down the belt. And by the time youâd rooted through your purse in search of your card, Simon had already finished paying and was tucking his wallet into his back pocket.
Shuffled out with the two of you into the car park. Making a point of putting distance between himself and Simon who was pushing the cart with one hand and had the other planted firmly on the small of your back. Always walking on the side of oncoming traffic.
Johnny tried to keep up with your conversation. Asking him about his break. Where he was staying and for how long. How had he been. But it was tense. He could feel Ghostâs eyes on the back of his head. Burning through him. Making him feel like he had a target tacked to his skull.
He said a quick goodbye when Ghost helped you into the passenger seat of your car. You said youâd see him soon enough, said if he had any extra time before they went back heâd have to come by for dinner. Simon closed the door before you could say anything else. Looking monumentally irked.
The two men stood in suffocating silence while Simon unloaded the groceries into the trunk. Johnny tried to ignore the glinting of the silver band on the L.Tâs finger. Caught the light every time he set a new bag in the back. A little unsure if he was being dismissed or if Ghost was just waiting until he was certain you wouldnât hear the lashing he was bound to receive.
But it all stayed relatively calm. Maybe the eye of the hurricane. Simon pushed the bottle of bourbon into his chest before swinging the trunk shut.
âAppreciate if youâd keep this between us.â
Ghost spoke first, the words sounding a bit sticky in his throat- like they didnât want to come out.
ââCourse.â
Johnnyâs voice wasnât much better. Both of them shifted on their feet. Not use to this kind of conversation. Uncomfortable being pushed from their usual dynamic.
Simon just nodded, moving to push the cart back to the corral. Johnny followed.
âHow long you been keepinâ this in?â
âWhich bit.â
His response was flat.
âDinnae, L.T. Seems yer a man oâ mystery these days.â
Soap prodded, unable to help himself. A smile crept into his voice.
âDonât push it.â
Simon bit back.
âBonnie thing for a brute like you.â
âJohnny.â
âLooks readyâta pop.â
A harsh sigh from Ghost. He reached into his jacket pocket like he was going for a cigarette. Tightening his jaw when his hand showed back up empty. He hummed his agreement.
âFew months.â
Theyâd reached Johnnyâs car by this point. Just a few rows over in the car park. Stood by his driverâs side door shuffling their feet once more.
âKen itâll turn out like you?â
He couldnât help but ask. Never pictured Ghost the fatherly type, but the idea was growing on him now that itâd been planted in his mind.
âHope not.â
Simon gruffed back. Johnny snorted.
âBoy oâ girl?â
This earned him a nasty look, but he figured he was in deep enough as it was. No harm in asking.
âGirls.â
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illicit affairs - part four | r.c
summary:
âAll done?â You asked, stretching your hand a little to make sure the bandage wasnât restricting anything.
âYup,â Rafe replied, shutting the kit. âOr is there anything else?â
âI thought you were going to kiss it better,â you said teasingly.
OR; You reminisce about the day you realized you had fallen in love with your best friend
pairing: rafe cameron x reader
warnings: mention of blood (small cut!)
word count: 2,9k
author's note: a little later than usual, but i hope you don't mind! new precious + rafe lore unlocked. this part explores rafe's and precious' friendship more and is slightly angsty (what a 180 from the last part lmaoo). pls pls pls let me know what you thought. happy reading!!! <3
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pt. four: "you taught me a secret language"
Throughout your life, Rafe had always been your best friend. Granted, the title became longer the older you got: Rafe, your best friend in the whole world; Rafe your best friend who you had a crush on; Rafe your best friend who you were undoubtedly in love with; and now? Rafe, your best friend who you had sex with.
You sometimes wished you could turn back the time to before you were in love with Rafe.
Or rather, before you admitted you were in love with him.
Deep inside, you knew that there was never a before. Youâd always been in love with Rafe. You just refused to admit it, even to yourself, until it pretty much stared you right in the face.
It was right around the time of your senior year at the academy, which admittedly, you didnât like looking back at all that much since it was probably the most stressful times of your life, with all the exams, finals and college apps you were doing; it didnât help that your parents were on your ass most of the times, despite you doing fairly well in school. However it all came to a boiling point around the end of the first term of your senior year. You had just come home from studying at the library with the boys - with Rafe just bumming around because he had graduated two years earlier - when your mother greeted you at the door with a letter in her hand, her face red.
âWhatâs this?â
You sighed internally, turning around to shut the door behind you slowly, using that time to exhale deeply. It had been a long day and the last thing you needed was your mother screaming at you as soon as you stepped over the threshold.
âI donât know ma,â you replied, squinting your eyes at the letter. Your vision was a little blurry from all the studying youâve done, but you recognized the crest of the academy on the left corner. âThe invitation for the graduation ceremony?â
Your mother scoffed. âTry again. Itâs a letter from the principal. You failed a math test.â
âWhat?â
You snatched the letter out of your motherâs hands scanning the content before sighing, dropping your hands.
âMom, I didnât fail the test, I got a 82.â
âThatâs basically a fail,â you mother huffed, shaking her head. âHow do you want to keep your 4.0 GPA up with grades like this?â
âItâs a test.â
âStop with the attitude young lady, this is your future weâre talking about?â
âMom, I know! But itâs just a test, itâs not like itâs gonna affect my grades that much.â
Your mother made a noise of disapproval, throwing her hands up in frustration. âJust a test? Everything counts, you know that! Especially in your senior year, where every single grade you get can decide between an acceptance or being waitlisted.â
âOh my god,â you groaned, running your hand through your hair. âI canât listen to this right now. Iâve been in the library the whole day and the second I get back youâre on my ass about a fucking 82.â
You shoved your backpack on the counter and turned right back around, opening the door forcefully. Your mother was right behind you, appalled at your tone.
âThis conversation isnât over! Where are you going?!â
âOUT!â
You slammed the door behind you, rushing to your car and tossing your backpack on the passenger seat as you drove off. Brimming with anger, you didnât feel like talking to anyone right now, so you headed straight to the beach, to the one spot you knew you would be left alone.
In less than five minutes after parking, you had put on your bathing suit and unstrapped your surf board from the trunk and were in the water. After catching your first wave, you were still fuming. After the fourth, you started to feel the sun on your face, and the anger slowly seeping away. You lost yourself in the water, becoming one with the ocean, starting to get bold and one tiny misstep on your board made you lose your balance, falling into the wave you were trying to catch. The brute strength of it knocked you around underwater like a rag doll, arm getting caught on some reef, and you were gasping for air as you finally resurfaced, clinging onto your board. With a groan, you heaved yourself back on top of the board, trying to catch your breath as the water lapped around you in smal waves.
âShit,â you muttered, lifting your wrist to inspect the cut on your wrist, squinting your eyes against the sun. You let out a hiss as the salt water dripped from your fingers onto the cut.
âYou tryna kill yourself?â
You jumped, not having expected anyone out there with you. Shaking out your wrist, you lifted your head to see Rafe paddling towards you, a frown on his face.
âWhat are you doing here, Rafe?â
His hair was still dry, board shorts clinging to his legs when he came to a stop next to you, waves softly lapping against his board.
âI swung by your place. Wanted to see if you wanted to get pizza and instead I find your mom all pissed, said you stormed off,â he explained, âand since I didnât run into on my way to your house, I figured youâd be out here.â
You let out a sigh, staring out at the sea, ignoring how Rafe was holding his hand out, undoubtedly to get a look at your wrist. With an eye roll, you stretched out your wrist in his direction, and he curled his fingers around it, pulling you closer. Your cheeks heated as your leg pressed against his, added with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin, you breathed out softly.
âYâknow this couldâve ended real badly, precious,â Rafe muttered, brushing his thumb over your skin, before he looked up at you, his eyebrows creased.
âIâm fine.â
âClearly, youâre not,â Rafe scoffed. âWhat happened?â
âMy mom got all over me because of a âfailed math testââ, you said, air-quoting. âIâm just sick of it. Itâs not like Iâve slacking off or anything, Iâm working my ass off and theyâre never happy with whatever I do, because in their eyes, I always have room to grow.â You let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at Rafe when you noticed he was sporting a look on his face that told you he understood exactly what you meant.
âIâm sorry.â
âWhy are you sorry?â Rafe chuckled, shaking his head. âOur parents should be doing better than setting expectations for their kids instead of loving them despite their achievements.â
You gave him a wry smile and he only let out a small huff, squeezing your wrist gently. âAre you all done or do you want to keep trying to drown yourself some more?â
Huffing out a laugh, you rolled your eyes at him.
âIâm done.â
The two of you paddled back to the beach, drying off and while Rafe helped you securing your board to your trunk, he glanced over at you, hair falling into his eyes.
âLet me get your cut cleaned off first before we leave. I have a first aid kit in my truck.â
âKay.â
You took a seat at the edge of his trunk, while Rafe went to fetch the first aid kit from the glove compartment. The sun was starting to set, and with that, the temperature was sinking, your damp hair laying cold on your back. The car door shut, before Rafe turned around the corner of the truck, first aid kit in his hand and sweater slung around his shoulder.
âPut this on,â he said absentmindedly, dropping the sweater in your lap and the first aid kit in the trunk. Rolling your eyes, you slipped into the sweater and it was oddly comforting to be surrounded by his scent, but you didnât let yourself dwell on that, because it was such a weird thing to think, right? Instead, you watched as Rafe rummaged through the first aid kit, picking out some bandages, gauze and a disinfectant spray.
âRoll up your sleeve.â
âYes, nurse Cameron.â
Rafe gave you a look, but you only snickered as you rolled up the sleeve, before holding out your wrist to him. He muttered something under his breath as he cleaned your cut and dressed it, without much complaints from your side, even though the disinfectant stung a little. Rafe taped the end of the bandage snugly to your wrist, tossing the rest of the material back into the kit.
âAll done?â You asked, stretching your hand a little to make sure the bandage wasnât restricting anything.
âYup,â Rafe replied, shutting the kit. âOr is there anything else?â
âI thought you were going to kiss it better,â you said teasingly. Rafe raised an eyebrow at you, before he reached for your hand, lifting it to his mouth to place a kiss on the bandage. You flushed, not expecting him to actually do it.
âYouâre an idiot,â you said hotly, shoving him away but he only laughed, running his hand through his hair. The grin on his face was infectious, and you couldnât help but laugh, rolling your eyes at him.
âThere she is,â Rafe said, cupping your chin to lift it, forcing you to look into his eyes. Suddenly, your hands grew clammy and swallowed nervously as he smiled at you, blue eyes sparkling. For a split second, you thought he was gonna kiss you and for some reason, you werenât opposed. Actually, you kind of really wished heâd kiss you.
Wait, what?
That was not a normal thing to want from your best friend. Suddenly, your heart started racing and you let out a deep breath, hoping it would calm yourself down.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âJust my mom,â you lied, wringing your hands in your lap. âI just stormed off. Sheâs gonna be super pissed and Iâll probably be grounded until Iâm thirty.â
âNah, come on. I bet she completely forgot about it already.â
You gave him a look and Rafe winced. âOkay, maybe not. But if we give her some time, we can hope for the best? Come on.â
He tugged you off of the trunk, closing up the front panel.
âLetâs go get some pizza. My treat.â
âI donât know,â you whinged, âMaybe I should just go home. Get it over with.â
You werenât sure if it was the best idea to spend more time with Rafe right now considering how weird you were feeling. Worst case, youâd do blurt something out and make things weird between the two of you, that was the last thing you needed. But Rafe wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close.
âTrust me, whether you go home now or in three hours wonât change anything. If anything, itâll give you an even clearer head after having some food, huh?â
As if on cue, your stomach grumbled loudly and Rafe raised an eyebrow at you, the corners of his mouth twitching up.
âFine,â you relented, rolling your eyes at him. âGinoâs?â
âYup, meet you there.â
While Rafe got into his truck, you got into your jeep, rubbing your hand over your face, frustrated.
âFuck,â you muttered with a small sigh. You couldnât actually like Rafe more than a friend, right? Thatâd be crazy. Youâd known each other for so long, had been friends for so long, there was no way. It was probably just a crush. There was no denying that Rafe was attractive, and it was normal to want to kiss attractive people, right?
Iâm just emotional because of the fight with mom, you thought to yourself, rolling your shoulders, forcing yourself to calm down. I am not in love with Rafe. Heâs my best friend. With a deep exhale, you put your key in the ignition, pulling out of the parking spot and driving towards Ginoâs.
When you got there, Rafe was already entering the restaurant, the door swinging shut behind him. You turned your car off, and got out, grabbing a blanket from your backseat and opening the front panel of the trunk of Rafeâs truck, laying down the blanket. By the time you had made yourself yourself comfortable, Rafe returned with two pizza cartons, balancing two cans of soda on top. You reached for the cans, setting them down next to you so Rafe could settle down across from you, laying down the pizza cartons. Wordlessly, Rafe opened both of them, waiting for you to reach for a slice before he got one himself, biting into it.
Silence settled over you as you ate, with you handing Rafe his soda when he finished his slice, knowing he liked to wash his crust down with a drink, and him handing you a napkin. You and Rafe had never needed words to communicate before, understanding each other without having to say anything and as you sat there, glancing at Rafe as you chewed on your pizza, you came to the terrifying realization that you loved him
You were in love with him.
Suddenly, your mind was racing, coming up with 10 thousand different scenarios where youâd ruin your friendship because you had fallen in love with your best friend, as you started to think back to the past, realizing how obvious it was that you had feelings for him. Had it always been like this?
Lost in thought, you didnât even notice that all that was left of the pizzas were crumbs, as Rafe shut the cartons, stacking them together. Drinking the rest of your soda, you crushed the can in your hand like it was your feelings, bringing the empty cans and cartons to the nearest trashcan as Rafe cleaned up the trunk. You let yourself stare at the back of his head for a while, inhaling deeply before you cleared your throat. He glanced back over his shoulder, attention on you.
âThanks,â you said, trying not to be awkward as you fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater. Rafe gave you a look.
Despite the fact that you were sitting in silence as you ate, his presence had comforted, brought your nerves down and made your anger disappear the way no one really could. Rafe wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you leaned into him, head on his chest. You didnât revel in his arms for too long, as the two of you separated as Rafe closed his trunk. He dusted his hands off before turning around, his attention wholly on you.
âDo you want me to come home with you? Create a buffer for your mom?â
âNo,â you replied, crossing your arms. âItâs fine, donât worry.â
Rafe eyed you sceptically for a second before he nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. âAâight then. Text me if you need anything, okay?â
You smiled at him, giving a quick nod before you got into your car, waving at him as you drove off, a pit in your stomach. The drive home didnât take long, but the sun had already set as you pulled up on your estate. The house was illuminated in the headlights of your car, quickly returning to darkness as you turned your engine off. There were no lights on as you entered the house; you were hoping that it meant that your parents had gone out, and youâd avoid another confrontation with your mother.
Picking up your bookbag from the floor, you paused as you saw your mother sit in the living room, a book in her lap. The two of you looked at each other for a second, neither saying a word.
âHey mom,â you greeted her, breaking the silence. Your mother took off her reading glasses, shutting the book.
âWhere were you?â
âSurfing.â
Your mother slid the book on the table, setting the glasses on top. âDid you eat?â
âYeah,â you replied, shifting on your feet. âI got some pizza with Rafe.â
She nodded slowly, easing into the cushions behind her. You waited, wondering if she was gonna apologize but your mother didnât say anything; maybe she was waiting for you to apologize.
â⌠Iâll be upstairs.â
Your mother didnât stop you as you retreated upstairs into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Setting the book bag on your desk, you laid down on your bed with a sigh, reaching for your phone.
Rafe [03/21/19: 7:44 pm]: everything good?
Precious [03/21/19: 7:49 pm]: as well as expected
Precious [03/21/19: 7:49 pm]: thanks for being there for me
Rafe [03/21/19: 7:51 pm]: always, precious
Ever since that day, you knew you loved Rafe, and sometimes, you indulged yourself and let yourself imagine what it would be like to be more than Rafeâs best friend. But as he was lying in the bed next to you, his chest slowly rising and falling while you were unable to sleep, you never would have expected that it would be like this.
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[2:49 AM]
"Home at last," you murmured, leaning wearily against the door after tossing your keys aside. You let out a sigh, glancing at the time on your phone. You were just now getting home after workânearly three in the morning.
And you... you needed him, but Seonghwa wasn't here. Last you heard, he was overseas for work. With a heavy sigh, you turned your gaze to the rain-streaked windows. The world outside was drenched, the ground slick with water. You hated it. You loathed itâthe rain, the dampness. It felt as if even the gods were weeping over how miserable life seemed right now.
Okay, maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but work had been a nightmare for months. You were so close to that promotion though, so you just had to push through. And you could handle itâlife was never easy, after all. But on top of the stress, your growing health issues lately felt like a battle you couldn't win.
Life had been... exhausting lately.
And the one person who could make it all feel better deserved someone who could give him so much more than this. You wondered if he was asleep now, if he was dreaming of you, just as you couldn't stop thinking of him. Or maybe it was better if he wasn't.
Despite your exhaustion, the last thing you wanted was to return to the same empty bed that had been without your boyfriend's presence for so long. Sometimes, you wondered if your relationship had reached that pointâwhere both of you had bigger, more pressing things like careers to focus on, instead of each other.
Before your thoughts could spiral any further, you set your bag down, and your gaze landed on the vacuum he had given you for your birthday last year. He'd gotten it to help ease your back issues, hoping it would make cleaning less of a strain.
Cleaningâhis favourite thing.
Ironically, you hadn't even used it yet, despite it being a gift from him. Seonghwa always ended up coming over and doing the cleaning himself before you could even get the chance. Maybe now would be a good time to finally put it to use and take your mind off things. As he'd often said, cleaning could be therapeutic.
Only one way to find out.
"What theâ" he jolted awake at the sudden noise from outside. Who on earth would be vacuuming atâhe glanced at the digital clock beside himâthree in the freaking morning?! Tossing the comforter aside, he shuffled to the door and swung it open.
"I swear to gâbabe?"
You froze. Were you hearing things? Slowly, you switched off the vacuum and spun around, only to see your boyfriend standing there at your doorway in his favourite worn-out t-shirt, his hair adorably tousled.
"H-Hwa? What are you doing here?"
"They let me off a few days early, so I came home first. But what about you? You promised to stay at your parents' whenever I wasn't around. You know how much it scares me to think of you alone here."
Your lips quivered as he stepped closer, gently taking the vacuum from your hands and setting it aside before guiding you to the couch. "I... I've been needed at work a lot lately, so I've been staying here since it's closer to the office. Butâwait, why did they let you off early? Are you not feeling well?" you asked, panic creeping into your voice as your hands flew to his face.
He chuckled softly, holding your hands and pressing his forehead against yours. "I guess you could say that," he murmured. "My heart hasn't been feeling too good."
Your eyes widened in alarm. "Your heart?! We need to get you checkedâ" You tried to pull away to grab your phone, but he gently pulled you back by the shoulders.
"It's okay," he whispered, a teasing smile on his lips. "It just... misses its owner."
You blinked, confusion clouding your gaze. "Its owner...?"
"Yes, you. It belongs to you, doesn't it?" he said, his voice tender.
You sighed, finally calming down as the worry ebbed away, replaced by overwhelming relief. When was the last time he'd said something this sweet? Tears filled your eyes as you melted into his arms. "I missed you too, Hwa," you whispered softly.
Home... at last.
It didn't take long before your body went limp in his embrace, exhaustion finally catching up to you. His heart clenched painfully as he held you close, stroking your hair gently. Truth be told, he'd found it hard to focus on work ever since he realised how much of a rough patch you'd been going through. The distance, the long hours, and the silence between textsâmaybe it had all taken more of a toll on you than he'd allowed himself to see.
Perhaps if he'd been more present, more attentive, things wouldn't have gotten so overwhelming for you. Guilt gnawed at his chest, and he hopedâprayedâit wasn't too late to change that now. You deserved someone who made you feel safe and loved, not someone who put everything else before you.
Carefully, he shifted you onto the couch, laying you down gently as if you were made of porcelain. His eyes softened as he pulled the blanket draped over the back of the couch and tucked it around you snugly. You looked so fragile like this, traces of stress still etched on your sleeping face even as you finally rested.
"I'm here now," he whispered softly, brushing a thumb across your cheek. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
With a deep breath, he sank down beside you, not quite able to leave your side just yet. He reached out, his fingers tangling lightly with yours, and watched as your hand unconsciously tightened around his. A sad smile tugged at his lips.
He could see it nowâall the times you'd put on a brave face, all the moments you'd said you were okay when, clearly, you weren't. And he'd been too wrapped up in his own responsibilities to realise. But no more. He'd make it right.
From now on, no matter what, he'd put you first.
With that thought, he settled in beside you, keeping a watchful eye as you slept soundly for the first time in what felt like ages. He could feel his own eyes growing heavy, but he didn't move. For now, he'd stay here, where you needed him to be. Finally, he let himself relax, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. Because he was where he belongedâright by your side.
Watching your chest rise and fall with each steady breath, Seonghwa's heart ached with a mix of relief and regret. He'd almost forgotten how peaceful you looked when you were resting. When was the last time you'd fallen asleep so easily? Had you been spending these nights alone, tossing and turning, fighting your own thoughts?
Guilt twisted in his gut as he brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face. His eyes trailed over the faint shadows beneath your eyes, the stress lines that seemed so out of place on your once-bright features. What had he been doing all this time? He'd known work was tough for you, yet he'd kept pushing himself to focus on his own projects, thinking he was doing what was best for your future together.
But what good was any of it if he wasn't there when you needed him most?
A wave of self-reproach washed over him, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself. He'd been chasing after goals, believing it was all for you, yet somewhere along the way, he'd let you slip through his fingers. You were right here, yet you'd never seemed further away.
Drawing in a shaky breath, he tightened his hold on your hand, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I should have been here. I should have listened better... I didn't realise how much you were hurting."
The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of rain outside and your even breathing. He watched you stir a little, brow furrowing as if sensing his distress even in your sleep. He quickly leaned forward, his lips brushing your knuckles in a feather-light kiss.
"I promise, I'll do better," he murmured, a fierce determination settling in his chest. "No more empty beds, no more lonely nights. We'll figure this out together, okay?"
It was a vow, one he intended to keep no matter what. Slowly, he shifted to sit on the floor beside the couch, resting his head near your shoulder. He didn't care if it was uncomfortableâhe just needed to be close, to feel your warmth. The distance that had grown between you over the past few months felt insurmountable, but he'd rebuild it brick by brick if he had to.
He wasn't going to let you carry everything on your own anymore.
Eventually, he felt your fingers tighten around his hand, just slightly. His heart skipped a beat, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips.
Maybe... just maybe, this was a start.
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The Family Business Ch. 17
WandaNat x Reader
Word count: 5.1k
Ch. Notes: Angst, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of death, mentions of child abuse, suggestive themes, nudity
Summary: The family has a meeting to discuss the events that happened in Dragos absence. The aftermath of that meeting forever changes the landscape of the business and the family.
An: The final chapter of the series! Oh my god, I honestly can't believe I hunkered down and finished it out đł. Thanks for being patient with me. I'm sorry if things feel rushed or out of plac, but I hope you guys like the end đ. Maybe I'll write a smut epilogue but no promises.
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In life there are no certainties. Nothing is exempt from the winds of change; whether it be drastic or subtle. Wants and needs shift as growth and understanding occurs. These changes are often difficult and perplexing for individuals to comprehend. How can oneâs life purpose be evaporated in a simple instance? What has the power to make one question everything they thought they knew? The simple answer to these questions can be found in relationships. Nothing has the power to change a person more than other people.
For Wanda, all she had ever wanted was to carry her fatherâs legacy; to elevate what he created, to become everything that he needed her to be, the head of the family business. She trained her entire life for this, lost her youth for it, missed moments sheâd forever regret for it. Taking on her fatherâs mantle was the driving point of everything she did. However, now, when her dream was closer to reality she was unsure if she could accomplish it.
She hadnât fell out of love with the business. Her drive to be the best was still there. Everything she sacrificed was a stark reminder of how much she valued the family business. Yet, the decision was harder than it ever had been before. There was finally something in Wandaâs life that was equally important to her.
The relationship she had with you and Natasha evened out the scales tremendously. Seeing her wife stress about her well-being filled her head with guilt. Knowing about the scars that plagued you physically and mentally swayed her farther away from her dream.
As much as Wanda wanted to be in charge, she also wanted what was best for her relationship.
This was all hypothetical in her head. There was a chance that she wouldn't even be considered to fill her fatherâs shoes. The offer could be extended in your direction. Dragos had mentioned it upon Wandaâs return, how integral you were to the business. Though she didnât doubt her fatherâs words, she greatly underestimated just how important you were.
You were truly the glue that held it all together. Your mind was equipped for this line of work. Even when confronted with hard decisions you always made the right choice. There was nothing that escaped your radar, and it had saved the business multiple times. The chances of the business thriving in Dragos absence without you were questionable. If you weren't around Wanda could've lost everything that they worked for.
You gave everything you had to offer; to not only the business but the family itself. All while being selfless. There were no lines that you wouldn't cross for them. Even if it meant putting yourself in danger. The only thing that was prohibiting you from leading was all of your insecurity.
You had never even considered the fact that the business could fall into your hands. Wanda believed that was part of what made you such a good leader. It all came so naturally to you that you hardly even noticed it yourself.
If you were to decide that you wanted to run the business, Wanda could not hold it against you. To Wanda, the sacrifices that you had made were greater than her own. You deserved to have this if you so desired.
A selfish part of the red head wanted you to turn away the offer if it was presented, but the rationale part kept her in check. Wanda was having trouble deciding what she would do herself, so who was she to make such demands?
Wanda already struggled with feeling selfish for dragging Natasha into this mess. Her wife had gotten shot because of her. From the beginning Natasha was here to support her. As things fell apart Natashaâs loyalty never wavered. The spy just wanted her wife to accomplish her dreams.
Be that as it may, Natashaâs personal experience working in dangerous fields her whole life gave her a better sense for these things. There was little that Wanda could do to quell the worry in the Russian as things unraveled. Natasha had seen this story unfold many times across many identities and she was afraid.
This had been Natashaâs life as far back as she could remember and at some point she became numb to it all. That numbness faded when she saw the adverse affect it had on you and Wanda. Natasha cared too much about the two of you to watch idly as this lifestyle consumed you.
Truly walking away from this sounded like a dream to her. Natasha was ready for all of the domestic aspects of life. However, if either one of you wanted this, she could never deny you. She knew when she married Wanda, that this was the younger womanâs dream. This in a sense was her wifeâs life work, and she could never deny Wanda the pay off. With you, you were so young that she would understand wanting the opportunity to experience the true magnitude of being in such a powerful position.
It was a conundrum for all of you.
âAre we ready?â Wanda asks as she parks in front of her parent's house.
Natasha lets out a large sigh, âWhatever happens in there, I love you both, no matter the decision."
You give a small smile, but itâs clear that this is weighing heavily on your mind âI love you too.â
âI love you, letâs do this,â Wanda leaves the car first. Her nerves are apparent.
The tension in the air did not dissipate upon entering the home.
Flora greets the three warmly but holds onto you a little longer than the rest. She squeezes you tightly and whispers in your ear, âThank you.â
You squeeze her back before letting her lead you all to the kitchen.
A large feast spans the entire length of the table. You can make out bits and pieces of the Maximoff's favorites. It smells heavenly and youâre certain it tastes even better, but your nerves stop you from diving in.
Dragos sits at the head of the table picking indifferently at his food. Pietro sits to his right, staring intently at the three of you. Wanda takes a seat across from her brother and you take your place next to her, while Natasha did the same next to you.
Your hand finds itâs way into the spy's needing the help to steady your nerves. For a long movement no one says anything.
âI brought everyone some water to help you with the talking,â Flora sits glasses in front of everyone before standing behind her husband. Her hand rests diligently on his shoulder. The gesture seemingly gives him the boost he needs to start the conversation.
âWe have got a lot of things to address. So let's get started. The Kingpin problem has been taken care of. He won't be threatening this family anytime soon and it's all thank to Y/n.â
You shrink as the man mentions your name, âThank you, Papa.â
âNo, thank you Y/n. Without you not only would I have lost my business, but also my life. I owe you my life. Iâm so proud of you, moya ditya,â he speaks again.
Wanda shifts in her spot. Her father skipped right over her own contribution while he was away.
âYou owe me nothing of such magnitude Papa. Youâve saved my life just the same. I couldn't have done any of the work alone. Having Wanda, Pietro, and Natasha on my side made things easier,â You give everyone their props.
Dragos follows her lead, âOh yes, thank you all for stepping up when I needed you to. Your efforts will be heavily compensated."
â The only thing I want is for you to be honest with me. What happened with my mother?â Your eyes look directly into his.
Wandaâs hand finds your thigh to give you some comfort. Natasha squeezes your hand under the table.
âWell I want to know whatâs going on between my sister, her wife, and you,â Pietro chimes in.
âExcuse me?â Wanda almost gets up, but you place your hand on top of hers.
âWe can discuss that after the both of you tell me why my mother is dead and why I am the last to know.â
Pietroâs face shows a bit of irritation, but Dragos decided to interfere before things get worse between you two.
âThe first night you stayed here, when we found about your abusive home, I knew I didnât want that woman near you again. So, I had some guys steak out your home. They watched for a few days. It took 4 days before she started searching for you.â
You sat through the story bouncing your leg like crazy, but your upper half was still.
Dragos continues, âShe didnât start at the school but once she got there, she began hyper stalking you. Noting your classes, trying to track your way back here, and getting too close to you.â
âWe were protecting you,â Pietro defends.
Dragos holds his hand up silencing his son, â She found her way here one night. Pietro opened the door they had a heated exchange. It caused quite the commotion. Flora and I were awoken by the screaming.â
âWhere was I?â You interject.
âHere, but we assumed that maybe you were used to the noise so it didnât wake you,â Flora adds quickly.
âYour mother put hands on my son, something I was willing to look past. However, when she tried to do the same with my wife, my willingness dwindled swiftly,â Dragos eyes darken similar to the way Wandaâs often would.
âThe way she demanded you as if you were nothing more than stolen property, like she was entitled to you. It was clear she only wanted you to have something that she could control Y/n, she deserved what she got,â Pietro speaks passionately.
âEnough,â Dragos speaks calmly with an edge in voice, warning his son yet again.
Your eyes were glossy as they bored into your best friendâs soul. His temper falters under your gaze. He squirms uncomfortably, but refused to look away.
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Your tone levels and as quickly as the tears began to form, they disappear.
âWe-â
You shook your head, âNo, since he has so much to say I want to hear it from him. Why didnât you tell me Pietro? I trusted you with parts of me that I didnât share with anyone else. You knew that even after the years passed, I still had emotions lingering surrounding my mother. I talked with you so many times and you comforted me, you held me as I cried. Yet the whole time you knew she was dead and said nothing. Why?â
The sorrow in your eyes was replaced by a flame of anger. Your jaw clenches thinking of the many opportunities he had to come clean, but never did. The feeling of betrayal crept into your veins the longer it was silent.
âAnswer me,â your hand slams on the table startling everyone.
âI didnât want to lose you, Y/n. I regret not telling you, but how could I? I wasnât sorry, Iâm still not sorry for what happened with that woman. How many times did you come to school battered? How many times were you exhausted from staying up out of fear that she would hurt you? She blamed you for the death of your brother, when you were only a child.â
You shake your head, âThatâs not enough.â
â What do you want me to say Y/n? I didnât think you could handle it. You were slowly recovering from the damage that she caused and telling you she was dead wouldâve done more harm than good,â the blonde man grew exasperated.
You scoff, âI understand why you didnât tell me when I was younger, but that was how many years ago Piet? Iâve grown, I changed, I matured and you never once considered telling me.â
He looks down unwilling to meet your eyes. The shame finally settling across his features.
âI just felt like too much time had passed,â he mumbles.
âWe all kept this from you. It wasn't just him, â Dragos tries to lessen the pressure on his son.
Your eyes cut over to older man, âIâm aware. Iâm not happy with the dishonesty on any part of equation. It irks me that I had to hear it from Fisk. If he wouldnât have said anything, I would still be in the dark.â
âWanda wouldâve probably told you,â Pietro says under his breath.
You stand up with little regard for the table in front of you. Wanda and Natasha watch carefully, but donât make the move to stand yet. Your hands grip the edge of the table and you can feel your body pulse as you look at the man.
âI didnât want to hear it from Wanda, you fucking idiot. I wanted to hear it from my best friend. I wanted the guy that I told everything to afford me that same respect in return,â each word carries more hurt than the last.
âEverything except for you being in love with my sister,â he rebuttals.
You frown, âIn what world is me being in love with Wanda on the same level as you hiding the fact that my mother is dead?â
That silences him.
âMaybe we should move on?â Dragos suggest, but you decline.
No, he is in the wrong. You all are in the wrong and thereâs only one person who has apologized to me. Iâm not moving on until, Iâve at least heard an attempt at an apology,â you stand your ground.
Dragos nods and gestures to your seat. You slowly sit down. You feel the sincerity as his eyes find yours, âMalyshka, Iâm sorry for keeping this from you. It was never my intention to cause you any more grief in life. There was no excuse to keep this from you so long. Please forgive me.â
The apology from Dragos seems to trigger something in Pietro. The defensive nature of his posture drops. You knew the man didn't want to admit he was wrong. He wanted to validate his deceit under the guise of protection.
âY/n, I- Iâm sorry for letting you down. I was just doing what I thought was right, but I never considered how that would affect you. I should've been honest with you.â
You look at the two men, taking their words at face value, âThank you.â
Dragos clasps his hands together, â Alright, next on the agenda. I think before we get to what I had planned here, that we should talk about you three.â
Wanda speaks first, âWhat is there to talk about?â
Dragos canât help but roll his eyes, âWell a moment ago it was mentioned that Y/n is in love with you.â
âIs that a problem?â Wandaâs defensiveness is akin to her brotherâs.
âNo, but you are married to another woman. Look moya ditya, I do not wish to be involved in your love life, but this is⌠a lot to digest. First you come home with a wife and now this,â Dragos speaks cautiously.
Wanda runs a hand through her hair, âI know, Iâm sorry for snapping. I have no plans of leaving my wife, but I also have no plans of leaving Y/n.â
Natasha adds, âWe have something unique, but itâs just as special as any other relationship. I care for both of them deeply.â
âI didnât want to like Y/n. She was my little brotherâs best friend, our age gap alone made me hesitant to explore those feelings. I didnât want to be another person in her life to take advantage of her. I had known before I left that I had some kind of feelings for her, but I didnât want to tell her that. I didnât know how long I was going to be gone and she was 21, with a bright future ahead of her.â
âWe had all seen something between you two, which is why I was shocked to see you come back with a wife,â Flora admits.
Wanda takes a look at her wife, âNatasha is the only reason Iâm here with you now. I would not have survived those years without her. I love her and Iâm sure of it.â
âAnd youâre ok with this?â Dragos questions Natasha.
âWhen I came here, I saw right through Wanda. I knew about her feelings, but as I began to spend time with Y/n I understood more. Y/n is special, Iâve never met anyone like her. So driven, so compassionate, strong-minded, empathetic. Loving her was just too easy not to do. We talked about it, it was difficult to get Wanda to open up, but once she did, we decided what to do together. It only made sense to see if Y/n was interested in us."
âAnd you Y/n?â Flora presses.
âIâve always had issues feeling safe because of the way that I was raised. For a long time there was never a day I went without looking over my shoulder. Even after becoming part of this family. The only time I feel safe is when Iâm with Wanda and Natasha. I can let my guard down and be vulnerable without being afraid. Theyâve shown me that I donât have to choose between being strong and being open.â
âYouâre all consenting adults, and I can tell that you all care for each other. So I wonât question it any further,â Dragos supports the three of you with a nod.
âIf you hurt my best friend, I will never forgive you,â Pietro glares at Wanda.
âHey what if she hurts me?â
Pietro glances at you briefly, âShe wouldnât.â
âLast thing everyone,â Dragos takes a deep breath and looks around the table. He struggles to find the words, his wifeâs hand squeezes his own
You all sit up straighter in anticipation. This was the moment that you all feared to some extent.
âKids, Iâm getting old. This whole situation has shown me that Iâm not immortal. I almost lost my life more than once and Iâm only here now because of this family. When we moved to this city and I decided to pursue this type of work, I knew a day like this would come. A day where I wouldnât be able to do it on my own anymore. It has snuck up on me.â
âPapa what are you saying?â Pietro asks for clarification.
âI'm saying that itâs time that I picked a successor. Iâve thought about this for a long time now. This is not a decision Iâm making in haste,â he speaks as though he had rehearsed this many times.
â This business means a lot to him, to our family,â Flora says while comforting her husband.
â Wanda, I want you to run the family business,â Dragos says.
Wanda sputters, â Papa I-"
â And I want you to do it with Y/n,â he finishes.
âYou want-"
He nods, âI want the both of you to head the family business. If Iâve learned anything while running this place itâs that it is a lot for one person to do. So I thought the easiest way to combat that is by having 2 people in charge. There's no one I trust as much as the two of you. When I was in my coma the two of you were each briefly in charge, but imagine how it would be if you truly worked together on this.â
You and Wanda exchange a look and the older woman speaks, âPapa weâre flattered, honored really, but do you think we can have a moment to discuss amongst ourselves.â
The grin on his face says it all, âOf course, go chat in your old room and come back whenever you're ready.â
Wanda, Natasha, and yourself calmly walk upstairs. You all make yourselves comfortable on Wandaâs bed before anyone spoke.
â We didn't plan for this,â you open the floor.
âI know,â Wanda says.
Natasha sighs, âSo whatâre you guys going to do? â
âI donât know,â Wanda answers truthfully.
âY/n?â
You speak softly, âI didn't know that this could be an option. Iâm not going to lie, the prospect of doing it together seems more appealing, but I know we talked about leaving this life behind.â
âIs that what you want?â Natasha questions.
âI just want to do whatever it's going to keep us together,â you say truthfully.
Natasha relents, âI can tell this something you both really want.â
â Natasha-â
âLet me finish baby, Iâm never going to get in the way of your dreams. Iâm not going to ask either of you to pick between our relationship and this opportunity. As for myself, I will be honest; Iâm older than both you and Iâve had my fill of being in the line of fire,â Natasha explains.
âI donât want to do this without you, Natalia,â Wanda keeps her tone gentle.
âYou wonât be doing it without me. You have my full support and if I can be of any use without herring my hands dirty, Iâd like that,â Natashaâs hand cups her wifeâs face.
âNat I'm willing to turn it down,â you say watching their exchange.
âLisichka Iâm not asking you to turn it down. You want this Y/n, and you deserve it. I would never take this from you. Iâm proud of both of you,â she places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and does the same to Wanda.
You turn your attention to Wanda, âYou want to do this with me?â
âI want nothing more,â she reaches for your hand.
You stand up and extend it to her; she did the same for Natasha.
âLetâs go start a new chapter together.â
And start a new chapter you did. Dragos retired leaving the family business in your capable hands.
Things ran a bit differently under the leadership of you and Wanda. Neither of you were willing to sacrifice certain aspects of domesticity that you dreamed of. So, it was your idea to work towards legitimizing the company that was used as a cover.
The more the company became reputable the more stock you could invest in it. There wasnât a way completely remove yourselves from criminal activity, but Wanda worked to refine the illegal activities you were involved in.
She wanted to minimize the need for violence amongst the city. While the business still focused on trading goods, Wanda made sure to keep the distribution of those goods in mind. Wanda chose that certain supplies would go into the communities that needed them most. She began to open resources for food, clothing, and medication as a way to give back to the city.
There were still some who sought to claim power and rebel against your family, but they were not only outnumbered but outsmarted at every turn.
Eventually those long overworking hours turned into normal 9 to 5 shifts leaving you with ample time to enjoy the company of those you cared for.
â What are you making?â
You mumble against the skin of Natashaâs neck as your arms snake around the waist of the former spy.
âPancakes. No work today, Lisichka?â
You place a light kiss on her neck, âNope, Iâm going to be home the next few days, Wanda too.â
âSheâs in the gym, if youâre wondering,â Natasha answers the question on your mind.
âIn home gym was a good call wasnât it?â Your eyes stay closed as you speak.
It wasnât too long after you and Wanda decided to take charge of the family business, that you all decided to finally move in together. With your connections and high budget, you moved into what you could only describe as your dream home.
âPerfect call pretty girl.â
You feel your face heat at the flattery, âItâs too early to be this flirty.â
âYouâre the one who came in here kissing my neck,â she rebuttals.
You whine, âCanât help it, your skins so soft Natty.â
You trail kisses from her neck to her shoulder and back again. You continue the trail all the way up to her cheek, using your hand slightly to turn her head, before pecking her lips. She doesnât let you slip away that easy, turning around so her hands find themselves locked around your neck. She deepens the kiss and you begin to melt.
âYouâre going to burn the pancakes,â you mumble against her lips.
âI can make more,â she replies causing you to chuckle.
You pull away from her, âThis will be continued later, promise.â
She pouts, but turns her attention back to the stove, âGo tell Wanda breakfast is almost ready. No funny business without me.â
You give her a salute, âYes chef! I can promise only a little funny business chef!.â
She raises an eyebrow at you, but you put your hands up defensively.
âDonât tell me that you can control yourself around your wife when sheâs all worked up from her routine.â
Itâs Natashaâs turn to chuckle, âTouchĂŠ.â
You try your best to enter the gym quietly, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman in action. Your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of Wanda in her workout gear. Her breathing is labored and her muscles are bulging as she deadlifts a weight.
âI have to be the luckiest person alive to get to see you like this,â you let your presence be known.
Wanda sits the weight down gingerly, before glancing over at you, âGood morning, baby.â
âGood morning indeed,â you say shamelessly checking her out.
âLike what you see?â She bend down taking a swig of her water.
âOh Iâm utterly in love with the view at this point I can't think of anything that could make it better,â you approach her.
âNo?â Wanda stands up straight so that she can be more level with you.
âNope,â you pop the âp'.
Wanda gets into your personal space, lips ghosting your ear, âI can think of a couple improvements.â
If Natasha wasnât waiting in the kitchen, you knew youâd take Wanda right there in the gym, âYou drive me crazy in the best ways.â
She pulls back quickly and giggles at how flustered you are, âI think its somewhere in the job description.â
You lightly shove her shoulder, âWhatever, Natâs got breakfast ready if you want to shower real quick and join us.â
Wanda smirks, âCare to join me in the shower?â
âI promised no funny business,â you frown but that only causes the redhead to laugh.
âMy poor baby, maybe the three of us can squeeze into an afternoon shower,â she teases you.
You were about to make a snarky reply, but Wanda shimmies out of her workout top leaving you speechless. Her tights soon follow as she turns her back to you. Slowly she walks her way to the gym shower making sure to put an extra sway in her hips.
âYouâre so cruel,â you lick your lips as you watch her.
She turns around and sends you wink, âAll good things come to those to wait little krolik.â
You huff and make your way back to the kitchen as a flustered mess.
â How did it go?â Natasha asks.
Instead of answering her, you march over to her and hungrily kiss her before childishly plopping into your seat at the table.
âYour wife is a menace,â you cross your arms over your chest.
âI know itâs one of my favorite things about her, â Natasha smiles as she sets everyoneâs plate at the table.
Wanda is out of the shower by the time Natasha is done and setting the table. She takes a seat across from you waiting for Natasha before she starts eating.
Once everyone is seated you begin to eat. Light chatter fills the silence as you so speak casually. After everyone is done you gather up the dishes and quickly wash them.
âAny plans for your lazy days?â Natasha asks the crime lords.
âJust quality time malyshka,â Wanda responds.
âYep, Pietro and Monica are going to be taking care of business for us,â you add.
Natasha grins, âSo what Iâm hearing is I have you both to myself?â
You nod your head, âYes mam. Might I suggest we jump straight to desert now that breakfast is overâ
Wanda tosses her head back with laughter, âSo one track minded this morning, little krolik. I thought I might have to fight you off in the gym.â
âRight? She almost made me burn the pancakes,â Natasha agrees with Wanda.
You roll you eyes, âFirst of all, you left out the part where you took all your clothes off and strutted away from me. Second of all I was just greeting the love of my life while she made breakfast. Iâm innocent here.â
âAre you really?â
You hum in response, âIâve been told I can be pretty delicate.â
The two women share a look before closing in on you. As you stand between the two redheads; doe eyes meeting their dark ones, a tingle runs through your body.
âThen I guess we should be careful with you bunny, âWandaâs hand squeezes your waist.
Natasha shakes her head, finger resting just under your chin, âI think we should test out how delicate she is. What do you have to say little fox?â
âThis must be heaven.â
The women laugh at your words, Natasha is the one to speak, âYouâre adorable sweetheart.â
âYes very adorable, but if you keep me waiting any longer Iâm probably going to die,â you look at the women desperately.
Wanda lays a playful smack on your ass, â To the bedroom.â
You let out small chuckle and run in the direction of the room. Wanda and Natasha chase after you in a fit of giggles.
Life had become kind to you over the years. Affording you times of joy and gratitude that you struggled to find in your younger years. You had a family that would do anything for you, a position of power that no one could take from you, all while keeping those beautifully domestic moments between you and the women that you loved.
You finally accepted that there was a secret strength in your delicate nature. Something that you were once ashamed of now was shown probably on your sleeve. In part you owed it to the family business, but in actuality it was all because of the family.
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Bali Meet-Cute | Logan Sargeant
synopsis; when vacationing in Bali, y/n accidentally meets a cute American F1 driver after he photobombs her picture
warnings; none
note; not requested
note2; I saw someone say they wanted this, I wanted this, everyone wanted this. I kind of rushed this, but I thought it was still cute
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Y/n hopped out of the bed of the room in the resort she had rented for the trip. She had finally saved up enough money to go to Bali and wanted to make it worth all of the time she had spent at her terrible 9 to 5-job. She'd be staying for a month and so far, for the two days sheâd been there, she's been doing nothing but sleeping. After doing so much work for more than a year, she was too tired to actually go out and do anything for the first two days.
Y/n didn't know much of what there was to do in Bali, but she knew that by the end of the day, she wanted to visit the Leke Leke waterfall. She had heard from a friend of hers who had visited Bali that the Leke Leke waterfall was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen and that Y/n absolutely had to visit if she ever went herself. And now she was here, she didn't know what to do.
"Shit, I woke up so late." Y/n groaned, picking up her phone and grimacing at how late she had slept in. Even if she had known what she was going to do, she wouldn't be able to do much of it because she had woken up so late in the day. It was around lunch time or a bit after what was considered lunch time. "I guess I should just go to the waterfall." Y/n mumbled, grabbing a tot bag out of her suitcase and packing up some bug spray, sunscreen, her camera, and a towel. Before grabbing her bathing suit, putting it on, and putting on shorts and a t-shirt on over the bathing suit.
Y/n quickly got into the rented car and drove off with guiding off her GPS because she had the same sense of direction as a blind dog.
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âYou have arrived at your destination on the right.â The GPS said. Y/n parked and got out of the car, taking a deep breath and smiling as she felt some of the tension she was still carrying from the long plane ride to Bali, exit her body, leaving only the feelings of bliss and tranquility. âThis is going to be a fun day.â Y/n muttered excitedly as she pulled her camera out of her bag and pointed it towards the waterfall and its lush forest.
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Y/n didnât see or realize there was another person there, too transfixed on the ethereal beauty of nature that was in front of her. It was no wonder Leke Leke was a huge tourist attraction, it made the most perfect candidate for taking photos and it was perfect to put on Instagram. Y/n looked at her photos with a smile that began to fade.
Now who the fuck was that guy?
Logan sighed. This is really what he needed after such a shit weekend. He knew that it was a decision that was made with the team's best interest in mind, but it didn't do anything but shatter his confidence that he had worked so hard during the winter break to build up. Logan was well aware that his rookie season was absolute shit, which is why he worked so hard during the break. He wanted to prove to himself, the team, his fans, and his haters that he could do it. That he could be better than what he did during his rookie season, but the start of this season proved to be nothing but stress and a mess.Â
They both had to stop during their first race due to car problems, the next two races had no issues that Logan could think of, and then Alex wrecks his chassis, so Logan is forced to give up his own. The Florida resident shook his head as he ran a hand through his hair. He came here to relax, not to stress himself out more. He needed to stop thinking about what could've been if James actually trusted him enough to drive. He knew that they most likely wouldn't be getting points, but at least Logan would have more experience under his belt.
Didn't James say he didn't even really care about 2024 and 2025? Didn't he say he was focused on the new changes coming 2026 or something? SO why did the man feel the need to bench him if he didn't care so much. "That's enough, Logan." The blonde muttered, lightly slapping his cheeks, "You're here for a break. Not to destroy yourself anymore than you already have." He huffed and looked up at the waterfall.
Oh, what he would give to be like the Leke Leke waterfall. Untouched, unjudged, and unburdened by anyone or anything. Living in perfect harmony with the plants and animals that it shares a habitat with. He wishes it could be like this in F1. There was no drama, everyone got along, and the sport was made fun again like it was when he watched it on television when he was younger. But, alas, humans are flawed creatures that seem to bring destruction and ruin wherever they go.Â
It was a high-intensity sport, yes, but there was so much unnecessary drama and hatred that came with the new grid and the new wave of fans. Why couldn't friendly rivalries be made where the drivers obviously aren't friends, but the fans don't fight like they hate each other(Lewis and Max fans. They seem to go to war for no reason when the drivers are at best civil with each other).
Logan shook his head again as he caught himself thinking about his job again, but this time about the hate he gets being an American in a European sport. "Now is not the time to think about this. I'll go get something to eat and come back later." Logan muttered, turning around and walking back up the little pathway that was worm by so many people trampling down the small hill to play in the pool.
He didn't realize another person was there until he heard a 'tsk' followed by, "Who the fuck is this guy? He ruined my photo."
Logan looked up and his breath caught in his throat when his eyes met the gorgeous (e/c) of a woman so beautiful, he swears she could've been a deity, "H-hey, did I, uh, did I ruin your photo?" Logan asked awkwardly as the sharp eyes of the woman before him practically bore into his soul and stripped away his layers one-by-one.Â
"You did, but it's alright."
God, even her voice was heavenly. It felt like listening to a chill lofi beat with rain sound in the background. Beautiful and calming. It made him want to listen to it more as it was such a drastic change from the voices he hears everyday.
And by that, he meant the people who surround him. Not that he hears voices.
"Um, I'm sorry. If you would like, I can take a couple pictures for you." Logan offered hesitantly while the woman continued studying him, "There's something bothering you, isn't there? You look stressed." The woman observed, "Do I?" Logan awkwardly laughed as he straightened his clothing. "You do. What's your name? I'm Y/n." The girl introduced, bending down to offer him her hand.
Logan stared at her with wide eyes, unsure what to do. It seemed like she had no idea who he was and he was glad for that. It shouldn't have surprised him the way it did either. Despite having a huge fan base, Formula One isn't as well known as it should be. It really wasn't until DTS that any Americans knew what it was and they started gaining more traction as some people started watching because of how handsome all of the drivers were and stayed because they fell in love with the sport(I know I did) and there was nothing wrong with that.
Logan was brought back to reality by the woman shaking her hand in place as if telling im that she was waiting, "Are you going to shake my hand or are you going to continue staring at me with those big beautiful eyes of yours?" She asked
Y/n felt like diving off a cliff. She didn't know where she mustered up the courage to say such a thing and now she was embarrassed by the way the man was staring at her, "Shit, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean it. I mean, I didn't mean it, but I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Your eyes are very beautiful, just like your face. I didn't mean-- I'm just going to stop talking now." Y/n rambled, face heating up as she felt herself digging a bigger and bigger hole.
Y/n looked down in embarrassment, too scared to look up and see the possible look of disgust that the man would wear, but she was pleasantly surprised to hear the cutest laugh she had ever heard from a guy and a hand slide into her own gripping it enough to reassure her, but not squeezing it.
"Thank you so much. If it makes anything better, I think you're absolutely breathtaking as well." The man said. Y/n looked up with wide eyes.
Breathtaking. He thought she was breathtaking
Her heart fluttered in her chest as she looked into his eyes. Y/n smiled bashfully and pulled him so he was standing next to her, "Come get some lunch with me. My treat." She offered. "Oh, no thank you. I couldn't--" "You're not. I'm offering, pretty boy." Y/n intterupted, "Logan." The man said, "What?" Y/n asked, "My name. Is Logan." The man, Logan reiterated.
"Well, it's absolutely lovely to meet you, Logan. Did you drive to get here?" Y/n questioned, leading him out of the forest by his hand, "I, uh, no. I walked here, um." Logan stuttered, easily keeping up with her strides. "Well, you can ride back with me. I know this is adrupt and weird for a first meeting, but I want to get to know you better." Y/n said, looking back at him with a smile that had his heart fluttering, "You do?" Logan asked.
"Of course, I do."
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The duo found themselves sitting acros from each other in a resturant called Cafe Tahu after a short and silent car ride, "So, Logan, what's on your mind? What's got you looking so down while in one of the most beautiful nature spots in the world?" Y/n asked, tilting her head and resting it on her intertwined fingers.
Logan didn't want to burden her with his problems, but the way she was looking at him made him want to talk to her, âMy job is to⌠drive cars and last weekend, my teammate crashed his car, putting it out of commission for the weekend. Um, usually if you crash, you're out, butâŚâ Logan trailed off, clenching his fist.
Y/n slid her hand across the table and grabbed his clenched one until Logan had untensed his hand enough for her to intertwine their fingers, âJudging by your reaction, thatâs not what happened?â Y/n asked. Logan shook his head, âNo. It's not. They decided to give my teammate MY car. It's like they were rewarding him for his fuck up, but I'm not upset with him.â Logan let out.
âWell, I'm assuming it wasnât his decision. You know what? I'm proud of you.â Y/n said, Logan looked at her in confusion, âFor what?â He questioned. âFor not losing your cool. For not blaming your teammate for the decision. For being so mature about it even though you could have gone ape shit. I have to say that I respect that.â Y/n said, removing her hand from his and instead holding his arm while using her other hand to prop her head up.
Logan looked deep into her eyes and nodded, âDo you want toâŚI don't know, have dinner with me tonight?â Logan asked breathily. Y/n tittered, âI donât think first meetings are supposed to move this quickly, but at the same time, I've never had so much chemistry with someone I just met.â Y/n hummed, playing with Loganâs watch. âYeah,â Logan muttered, distracted by her nimble fingers toying with his watch.
âSure. Why not? Let's get dinner together.â
âGreat. Can I have your number?â Logan asked, beaming while holding out his phone for her to take. She put in her number and handed it back, âAfter we finish our drinks, what do you say we go back to Leke Leke and take some better photos?â Y/n inquired.
âIâd like that.â
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(First of saw your recent ask with the anon and I hope youâre feeling a bit better since answering that! Please donât rush to answer this or your other requests and i hope you feel better soon!)
I AM CHEWING ON YOUR DONNIE X READER WORKS OML BRO WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR INNER WRITER YOUR WORK IS â¨DIVINEâ¨Â đđ
I cant resist making a request but you know Donnie flies/hovers with his battle shell in some episodes right to get around?? So what if Donnie having an s/o who is fascinated by the idea of flying, so one day, after much pestering Donnie gives in and decides to fly them around New York for a bit. BUT only if he is there with them, cuz Donnie is not about to have a stress induced heartÂ
attack if they loose balance.Â
Donnie himself doesnât really understand the fascination with flying cuzâŚ.well nothing is especially different, itâs just the city but from high up. But then mid sentence he looks to his partner and stares in silent awe at the fascination twinkling in their eyes as they admire the view??
Iâm sorry Iâm such a goddam sucker for this sort of stuff
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authorâs notes: you paint a pretty picture anon, I could see it all play out thru my head! hope you enjoy <3
warnings: fluff, unedited
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âYâknow what would be cool?â
Donatello blinked, his stare deadpanned. He was over this. You had asked so many times already. And each time, he had given you his answer. A resounding no. So he continued to tap at his phone while you sidled up next to him on the couch.
âDonnieeeeeee!â
A drawn eyebrow twitched. He wasnât going to deign that with a response. You were being trivial at this point.
âPlease!â
He let out a long sigh. Clicking his phone shut as dark irises finally turned in your direction. By this point it was clear you were never going to let it go. The word no, didnât exist in your vocabulary. At least not when it came to the possibility of flying.
With his attention now on you, a speech was suddenly underway.
âIâll do everything you say! Take a whole Donnie-training-course on how to fly a jetpack!! Just let me try! Please! Pretty please!â
You sure did know how to beg. Maybe it was unfair of him. But he didnât like the idea of you in the air at all. You werenât exactly known for coordination. You sucked at driving video games. How would you be able to command a jetpack that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds flat?
It was dangerous.
You could get injured or worse! There were so many terrible scenarios that ran through Donnieâs mind, he almost went back on his phone. But your hands latched onto his arm, pulling his thoughts back to the here and now.
âNothing bad will happen! Youâll be right there beside me!!â
It was weird how you knew exactly what to say. Exactly how to sway him. Maybe his face was an open book, or maybe you just knew how to read him too well. This time his sigh was one of defeat.
You cheered.
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After many, many lessons Donnie finally felt it was safe enough for you to put the jetpack on.
By this point you knew what all of the buttons did. All sorts of emergency protocols. And you may even be considered a certified pilot depending on the country.
Rigorous couldnât even begin to describe what regiment Donnie had put you through. But it all paid off in the end. Because now you were strapped in.
âAlright, looks like it fits. How does it feel? I designed this one according to your specs.â
Donnie was circling around you. A hand underneath his chin as he looked for a reason to call the whole thing off. But you were on the moon.
âItâs perfect! Oh my gosh, I canât believe it. Finally!! We get to fly together!!â
How could he shatter that bright smile of yours now? Heâd put this off long enough. So he nodded, and led the charge out of the lair.
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âRemember, if you feel out of controlââ
You cut him off before he could finish.
âDon, I know! Stop and hover. Can I power on now?â
âNo not yet we have to go through all of⌠Y/N!â
There was no patience left within you as Donnie kept talking so you just took off mid-sentence. He hollered after you. He took chase, his own jetpack roaring to life.
You were going way too fast. Donnie couldnât tell if you were even under control! Just above the rooftops you flew by. Weaving past units and it became clear that you did know how to fly. His anxiety lessened but he still kept tailing you. Just in case.
At one point you slowed down enough for Donnie to be flying right by your side. Your smile dazzled him as you glanced over. Eyes twinkling in awe as you pointed out the bridge where Donnie and his brothers did the pizza box stacking competition.
âRace you there!â
You shouted and not a second later you were going max speed.
Now you may be a natural but Donnie had been flying far longer than you. The only advantage you did have was a slight head start. The wind picked up as the two of you flew higher. The finish line apparently being the highest point on the bridge.
Donnie won. He knew the best path to take after all from a projected route via his goggles. He watched as you made it to him. Slowing down and then circling him in the air while you laughed out in joy.
âThis is amazing!!â
You exclaimed as you landed in front of him. It was high up, the wind whipping past the both of you. But the cold didnât seem to affect your spirits at all. Your arms were raised in the air, back turned to him, whooping out for all of New York to hear. None of them would, not even the passengers in their zooming cars below. But Donnie could.
His heart did a strange thump beneath his plastron. He couldnât take his eyes off of you. He felt a little breathless.
âThank you! I- just, thank you for this! I never thought in my lifetime Iâd be able to do something so⌠so..!â
The words were slipping from you as you had faced Donnie to express your gratitude. This was something that only happened in movies. That only happened in dreams! Your hands came up and moved in an expression that tried to convey how big this all felt to you. These emotions!
âWe can do it again. However many times you like.â
Donnie replied after a moment.
You didnât let the shock pass your features. You had wondered if he would let you fly again. So you had tried to get it all out of your system. Not knowing if the first would be your last. You smiled brightly for him.
âMy worries seem to have been for nothing. Youâre a natural at flying.â
A compliment. You could only smile brighter.
âWell, I donât know about all that,â
And his mouth opened to argue. Not liking how you were putting yourself down. But before he could you continued.
âI had a great teacher!â
You mused at how his mouth snapped shut. His eyes darting away, a hand coming up to rub the back of his bandana.
âReally. He was the best! Heâs too smart!â
He had to turn away as the compliments kept coming. Had the wind stopped? It was suddenly a bit warm up here. You had the nerve to giggle at his shyness before you powered up your jetpack again.
He turned immediately back to you, expecting you to take off again. But this time you hovered. Offering your hand to Donnie. He couldnât help but take in the view. The night sky your backdrop, few stars even more satellites. But it was as if you were glowing before him.
His own hand reached out, fingers brushing against your palm, before taking a firm grip.
He held your hand.
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having a baby with marshall mathers/eminem
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headcanon includes timeline, pregnancy and after birth bullet points
for the purpose of this headcanon the baby is called romy
timeline
i imagine marshall to also be young in this universe â 24 years old, can barely keep a job down. you work multiple jobs to pull through college. becoming parents was the last thing on your mind
finding out you were pregnant was a shock; as much sex as you two had, you always made sure to be protected, so when you suddenly realised your period was late and took a pregnancy test your heart literally dopped
you literally dropped everything, crammed the test into your pockets and marched through the frosty detroit morning to the restaurant marshall was currently employed under and asked to see him
marshall assured you that whatever conclusion you came to would be right and would support you no matter what
that definitely was the biggest weight lifted off your shouldersâthe reassurance that marshall would stick with you if you decided to keep the baby
it was definitely a tough decision and took you almost two weeks to completely make up your mind
you ofc decided to keep the baby (otherwise whats the point of this headcanon?)
marshall promised to that he would be by your side and support his new family
literally 5 seconds after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, he pulled out a ring and said âthank god cause this is just a good excuse to marry youâ
and we all know that having a child in marriage is far easier (but marshall also loved you and wouldâve married you anyways)
baby mathers would be born on december 25th aka christmas because it would just be the best christmas present
what it would include (during pregnancy)
i feel like marshall is the type to be extra careful with you; offering his arm or hand when walking down steps, not letting you carry heavy things, making sure you cannot be hurt in whatever it is you are doing. and if any of his friends did something harmless but he saw it as a danger, he would be so pissed off
i also think itâs very possible for him to call your unborn baby âbaby mathers; little slimâ something sweet that builds a connection
i imagine marshall to be very helpful with things around the house or other things that need to be done but heâll definitely be pissed a few times because even though he understands that youâre supposed to relax and take care of yourself and the baby, he feels an extra burden so maybe he snaps once or twice? he immediately apologises but itâs a lot for a man who constantly takes new jobs and tries to be the best husband and father
i 100% see him talking to your stomach. heâll talk to his daughter, catch her up on life and what heâs doing
âhello baby, itâs daddy. mommy only has a few months left before we finally get to meet you. donât take too long though because mama is startinâ to get very tired. the doctor said that youâre due for christmas. now daddy isnât one who belives in destiny but you my little lady are goinâ to be our little christmas present. daddy has no money right now and that makes him feel like a bum but heâll work extra hard to give you everything you ever want⌠if you ever want a unicorn you just come and let daddy know, okay?â
i have this gut feeling that he tries to hide his feelings. during this time marshall is so overwhelmed. heâs happy to welcome his daughter, stressed because he doesnât know how long his job will last and how much money he can put down. youâll find him crying in the kitchen one night after you wake up and couldnât feel him beside you. you let him cry alone knowing he needed alone time
marshall will try to honour your cravings and buy you anything you want. if heâs short on money or canât leave he will ask deshaun to swing by (and shaun cannot say no to you)
the d12 group will 100% pledge allegiance to baby mathers!! like you just now that as soon as you hang out together theyâre gonna talk about how baby mathers will be protected at all costs, no oneâs gonna f*ck with her etc. itâs like theyâre her bodyguards ready to get at anyoneâs neck who would even dare take a wrong glance at her
marshallâs arm would drape over your stomach when you two sleep at night. his arm would go from lying on a flat surface to a montain but he didnât seem to mind. it was a habit he picked up
when you get closer to your due date this man would be stressed!! i mean stressed! any call out (shit, fuck, no, yes, what, literally the list goes on and on) would have a panting marshall by your side in less than a few seconds. heâs just waiting for your water to break. heâs extra careful during the last weeks because at this point youâre also stressed and just want the pregnancy to be done with
so when your water does finally break you know the bag is packed and in less than 5 minutes youâre on your way to the hospital, i just know it
extra: during labour heâs so supportive: holding your hand, motivating you, but deep inside heâs so much more stressed than you are lmao
what it would include (after birth)
he would not be able to let go of her. any time you turn away and look back heâd have little romy in his arms, literally hearts in his eyes as he stares down at her
you both decided on breastfeeding but you bought formula so that he could feed her and seeing him holding her in his arms feeding her the bottle makes your heart skip a beat. it allowed him to be as close to her as you were during feedings
he is absolutely obsessed with her hands. he loves how her baby hand wraps around his finger, and when sheâs older the feeling of her small hand in his as it engulfs hers
plus he loves carrying her. he just loves the closeness. he will carry his baby girl anywhere and everywhere
marshall would be so proud to show her off to his friends. and if she wasnât with him heâd find any reason to talk about her. they could be talking about the best ways to make a drink and heâd just start rambling about baby romy. some of them playfully roll their eyes but understand where heâs coming from
heâll definitely be overwhelmed the first months when she wakes up crying in the middle of the night because it just adds to the stress but will never openly complain about it. he toughens up and goes to her room to calm her down
heâd have an addiction with baby clothes and browsing around stores literally fighting himself wether or not he actually needs to buy certain things
heâll only address his daughter as âbabyâ to the point you tell him to start calling her romy because sheâd probably start to believe that baby was her name
marshall would definitely beat himself up trying to live up to his own expectations as a father. having no father to look up to, he tries to do his daughter justice but feels like he fails her in certain moments. those moments similar to those during pregnancy, he would sit alone in the kitchen just thinking about how to make things right
heâd insist on bringing baby romy EVERYWHERE. this man cannot stay away from her for longer than a few hours. sheâs his serotonin, his lifeline
heâd have a piggy bank for her where he would put a 1/4 of his pay into so that she would be able to buy things she wanted
romy (and you) would serve as his main inspiration for music and also motivate him to work hard to make it out of greensbriar
after his rise to fame, despite his busy work schedule, marshall tries to spend as much time with her as possible
he tries to do few shows so that heâs not away from her and you for too long
with the rise of fame, his income flooded in. marshall buys her almost everything she wants. not stuff she doesnât need but a lot. heâs not spoiling her in the way you think. he just wants her to have everything he didnât have and make her happy. and if buying her a fourth barbie doll makes his baby smile then he will buy her that fourth barbie doll!!
though romy serves as his drive and motivation and inspiration for many of his songs, he tries to keep her out of the spotlight and out of hollywood. as soon as heâs done recording, attending award shows etc. heâs back on a plane to detroit to see his baby the only lady he adores (see what i did? ofc you did.)
heâd just be such an amazing father which you remind him of every day. he still doubts a lot but heâs starting to know his impact on her life
also romy comes before anything else!! daddy-daughter-day at kindergarten? sorry dre but this recording will be postponed. tour dates fall onto romyâs first day of school? yeah that tour night ainât happeningâi think you get what iâm trying to say. nothing will stop him from experiencing milestones and important memories in her life and in his life as a father (learned what not to do from his father)
the older she gets the more sentimental he becomes. seeing his baby grow up makes him sad and proud at the same time. sheâs not only his whole world but she is the reason for him breathing and continuing in life even if it seems that life doesnât want him to win
you made romy a cd with all the songs dedicated or about her from her daddy so when sheâs in her room playing with dolls whatever, his songs are on repeat and the sight of it could make him fall to his knees (metaphorically speaking)
when romy turns 4 and older sheâll randomly make him watch her self choreographed dances or sing along to his songs and you best believe he is smiling and clapping after EVERY performance his baby girl gives!! heâs her number 1 fan. he even encourages her to show his friends and you already now theyâre hyping up their little lady
and when romy is 15, oh sheâs gonna rap him some of his songs and heâll have the same reaction. maybe even share the stage for one song? who knows?
marshall is known for his rap and not for his cooking for a reason but he has few recipes like pancakes or foods he grew up with that are staples and enjoys cooking them for romy (she has her dadâs tastebuds 100%)
when romy has nightmares heâll let her sleep in your bed for as long as she needs to feel safe again (deep down he never wants his baby to leave)
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