#that she is going to make some of my favourite foods for dinner tonight. shes so nice?
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might not be super active today? We'll see??
#D noticed a change in me this morning and its a not good change. she thinks I'm starting or already in a depressive episode. i had no idea#until she mentioned it. ill continue to not realize it either even if i think im okay sadly. she gave me some good encouraging#words before she left for work and gave me a big hug. told me if i need anything at all shes here for me. she also said#that she is going to make some of my favourite foods for dinner tonight. shes so nice?#i always seen her as like a mom to me. huh so this is what it feels like to have someone actually give a shit?#she pays attention and knows when im not doing great mentally. i am always blown away because *i* dont even notice it#then someone asks of im okay and i bawl my eyes out for literally no reason but it turns out i wasnt okay because i was#feeling not like a real person <- literally its one of the big things i struggle with and apparently according to D its a big tell that im#in an 'episode' i tend to just sit here and stare 'into space' for awhile.#i hate that she can notice it and i dont even though im the one doing it its a little frustrating to say the least#not self ship#tw: mental illness
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Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (2)
«« I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' »»
PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader
SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.
or;
in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.
GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (in part 2) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.
PLAYLIST: right here!
WORD COUNT (full fic): 40k (im actually embarrassed)
Part 1: 20.2k | Part 2: 20k
masterlist
WARNINGS : slowburn, angst, fluff, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, smut, making out, breast play, fingering (f. receiving), p in v sex (protected + unprotected), oral (f. receiving) uhhhh i think that's it lmk tho
[A/N]: Part 2 !! shit goes down in this one so be prepared ig lmao. thank you for the love on part 1, i hope you enjoy the finale too hehe
For the third time this week, you wish you could squeeze your brotherâs brains with your own two hands and watch it explode like a grape without legal repercussions. Or parental ones.Â
You slam your phone down on the counter after you end your conversation with him, frustrated as you watch the empty shelf where you left your dinner for today in the fridge last night, and the other green box that was actually your brothers. Refusing to eat the dry PB&J he usually packs for himself, you slam the fridge door shut, trudging out the door to leave for work, thoroughly annoyed at the prospect of needing to eat out.Â
Itâs gone forgotten for most of the day, that is until the clock hits eight and you feel your stomach grumble, immediately putting you in a sour mood as you remember you couldnât enjoy your pasta because your brother was enjoying your pasta. You only had another hour left, supposing you could wait till you get home to make dinner yourself, not feeling the burger joint across the street in the slightest. Eating a moonpie to satiate yourself for the time being, you go back to stocking the shelves for the new LP shipment, making a vague mental note to ask Mingyu if Jia liked the gift he picked out a couple weeks ago.Â
Your opportunity arises almost automatically as you walk over to greet whoever came in, abandoning the opened box of bubble wrapped LPs as you hear the bell chime softly at the front of the store. Â
Mingyu was here (again), hands occupied with a bag, looking relieved to find you emerging from the shelves.Â
âOh, youâre here. I was afraid you left already,â he says, smiling slightly.Â
âWouldâve been closed if I did.â You nudge your head towards the clearly unlocked door, donning the neon open sign.Â
He looks a little dumb, turning to look at the door. âOh. Right.â
You canât help but smile a little. âCaught me at a good time though, I was just about to start wrapping up here.âÂ
He suddenly looks like heâs reminded of what heâs come here for, placing the bag on the desk next to him. âSeok told me to drop this off for you, he said itâs food.âÂ
Snorting, you take a look at the inside to find takeout from your favourite pasta place, which also happens to be your most expensive favourite pasta place. Seokmin felt bad enough to spend extra dollars on your dinner tonight, you guessed you could forgive him.Â
You sigh as you speak. âAnd you strike as his errand boy yet again, sorry heâs been making you do all this.âÂ
âDid he piss you off?â Mingyu asks.
âHm? Heâs been pissing me off all week, this is him trying to get on my good side before I spit in his coffee.âÂ
He laughs at that, a toothy smile that has your stomach lurching. The flashback was brief but vivid all the same, his grin triggering a long forgotten memory. You could almost see the black studs in his ears again, his bangs falling in chunks on his forehead, his face turning into the boyish sixteen year old recollection on your kitchen counter, drinking cans of Monster and helping you lie to your mom.Â
âExplains why he was ready to drop that much on a bowl of pasta.âÂ
âHey, itâs good.âÂ
âI donât doubt it.â He grins, âIâm gonna leave your pasta in your loving embrace, I have to feed my car now. Been putting it off till payday.â
âOh, right. Thanks for dropping this off though, appreciate it.â You offer him a tight lipped smile. One that he returns, canines almost glinting in the light (but thatâs just you).Â
âNo worries, Iâll see ya around.â You donât remember what you were meant to ask him until heâs long jingled the glass door shut, walking to his parked car. You supposed it could wait, Jia wouldâve liked anything he got her. You could ask him later, not wanting to have him turn around to answer the obvious question.Â
The opportunity does not arise as easily as it did this time, a couple weeks passing in relative uneventful indifference, slow days at the store and nights in seven days a week. You were starting to wish youâd taken summer classes while you were stuck here anyway, the mundane days pushing you to believe youâd rather be busy than inexplicably bored. Itâs not until your brother has a near mental breakdown from only having a sister as his main recreational contact that thereâs a change.Â
Mingyu sits on your couches in the dark, useless blanket thrown over his torso as both of his sock clad feet hang out in the air. To be fair, nobodyâs looking at anybody as the eyes remain on yet another unnecessary explosion on the screen. You vaguely wonder how the ship hasnât sunk yet.Â
âWhat the fuck do you mean heâs been alive this whole time?â Seokmin utters, voice thick with the entire stick of butter he stuck into his bowl of popcorn.Â
âWho funded this?â Mingyu mumbles from the other end, a deep frown etched on his face.Â
âThe people who funded the other three monstrosities.â You roll your eyes, inching your way into a sitting position, the ache making its way into the crick of your neck.Â
âThereâs more?!â The prospect had Mingyu hurtling into a sitting position, but not without his own set of winces as he feels the bones cracking and muscles aching. His hair is a mess, his hoodie nearly backwards, and you canât help but laugh at the mildly confused and bewildered expression he has on.Â
âYeah, you wanna watch those too?â you ask through giggles.
Glancing at the final pub scene thatâs playing on the TV, he's quick to mumble, ïżœïżœïżœFuck, no.âÂ
âI havenât watched a real shitty movie in a while.â Seokmin groans as itâs his turn to stretch. âThis was fun. Hollywoodâs back.âÂ
Both you and Mingyu pointedly ignore his statement, your own mind debating whether you wanted to watch another movie. Itâs not until you look up to see Mingyu doing something on his phone that you remember what you wanted to ask him.Â
âHey, Mingyu, did â Seokmin!â Your brotherâs decided to begin his aerial stretches, touching his toes and cracking his back. You shift your head wildly to get a gap through his restless movements, eventually giving up finding Mingyu. He could hear you. âDid you â ugh â did you get to give Jia her present?âÂ
You arenât sure what it is, but the way the question has Seok landing on his heels mid tip toe stretch and how Mingyuâs eyebrows shoot up, you donât doubt youâve touched on something sensitive. Thereâs a part of you that wonders if itâs too late to take it back when both boys make eye contact with each other, but your brother beats you to it.Â
âI, uhâŠforgot to tell her,â he lowtones.Â
You look to your brother and then to Mingyu.Â
âWe broke up.â
Oh.
âOh.â
âYeah.â Mingyu smiles a little awkwardly, and Seok makes a strangled sound that may have been a laugh of his own. Or a cough, you arenât too sure. âButâŠshe did like the present, when I gave it to her anyway.â
âOh, thatâsâŠthatâs good,â you manage, not knowing what to say. âSorry that happened thoughâŠsucks.âÂ
âShe ended itââ that has your own brows shooting up in disbelief. Kim Mingyu got dumped? ââover the phone, she decided she wanted to stay home for a while to figure out what she wanted to do. Uni wasnât cutting it for her hereâŠâÂ
âI mean, good for her, I guess. Hope youâre doing okay, though.â
He blows air out of his cheeks, scratching his neck. âI mean, weâre fine. Ended it on good terms.âÂ
Seokminâs still standing awkwardly staring at the still running ending credits for something to do. âShould we get food?âÂ
âI donât know, are you hungry?â Mingyu asks.
âHow is the heartburn not getting to you yet? You basically emptied the countryâs dairy reserves in a single popcorn serving,â you grumble.Â
âDonât underestimate my ingestional abilities,â he retorts.
Mingyu stares for a moment. âArenât you lactose intoletrant or something?â
Seokmin turns to him, mouth open as he points his finger, âYou know, I might be.âÂ
âNo you arenât, if you were lactose intolerant then Iâd be lactose intolerant,â you shoot.Â
âExplain the empty can of air freshener in the bathroom after queso and chips?âÂ
âHave you considered during queso and chips that queso is a dip and not an optional beverage?âÂ
Mingyuâs cutting between you two before you can go on with your bickering, afraid heâd have to physically peel you off of each other if it goes on, âLetâs just go to a drive thru, you can get your lactose orâŠnon lactose options however you like.âÂ
Thatâs how youâre shoved into the backseat of Mingyuâs car, Seokmin fiddling with the GPS to find the nearest McDonalds.Â
âHow do you not know where the nearest McDonaldâs is, you live here,â Mingyu hisses as he takes his fourth right turn in a row.
âWe always just order in, who sits in a car and goes to McDonalds.â
âUs apparently,â you lowtone to Mingyu from the back, picking at a crusty flower that you found in between the seats. They ignore you.Â
âOkay, I think itâs this one. Dude, get a new GPS, this one responds after fifty years, of course itâs gonna take this long.âÂ
Their own bickering is starting to zone out into a buzz in your ears as you stare at a patch of leather behind Mingyuâs seat. You vaguely considered that youâre falling asleep.Â
The streetlight has other plans, however, when you sense something glinting in the sudden light underneath the seat. Your interest is piqued, moving forward to see what it was. Mingyu senses you shifting and asks you what youâre doing.Â
You donât answer him as you shuffle around to catch sight of it again. And then you see it, a tiny necklace on the slightly dirty mat, a circle charm with a single âJâ in the center. You arenât sure why you froze at the sight, the gold glinting prettily even in the dark. Leaving it there, you emerge from under the seat, trying to seem nonchalant.Â
âNothing. Thought I saw something.â
Mingyuâs common occurrence in the bookstore is starting to concern you, never catching him as the type to read something other than the occasional bad riddles on the back of a cereal box. You stand corrected however, as you find yourself trying to find a hardcover for him on the computer system, mumbling incoherently.
âNever knew you read.âÂ
âWell, now you do. This oneâs really good though, you should read it too.â He notes, motioning towards the paperback version he brought with him for the book heâs finding.Â
You snort at his suggestion. âHave you realised this is one of the most popular books in its genre right now? Hard to find someone who hasnât read it.â
He frowns at the revelation, âOh. None of my friends read it.â
Seokmin hasnât opened a book for recreational purposes since he was twelve. As for his other friendsâŠthey didnât exactly seem like the smart type either. You get up to move to the shelf the computerâs indicated, trying to walk off your annoyance at a particular memory before it begins to show. Mingyu follows you in your pursuit to find his book, skimming the shelves himself as he strolled behind you.Â
âOh, right, howâs that exhibition thing going? Forgot to ask about it,â you ask as you spot the box of the hardcovers at the top of the shelf. You grab the ladder that rests near the wall as he answers.
âItâs going pretty good, nearly done. I just need to send the final pieces over â whatâre you doing?âÂ
You grunt as you begin to climb up the metal ladder, trying to get to the box. âGetting your book, genius.â
âWaitââ He moves to grab the ladder at the base as he watches you step higher. âGet down! Iâll go up instead.âÂ
âYou get cold feet at the bottom of an escalator, be serious, Mingyu,â you grunt as you pull the box towards yourself, the ladder shaking with the force it takes, and it has Mingyu gripping the metal tighter. You pull the familiar cover out before closing the box back up. âThere.â
âWhy would you keep supposed bestsellers there, isnât this like, in demand?â He grumbles as he continues to hold the ladder as you climb back down.Â
âRan out. Need to restock them at the front, but Iâll do that tomorrow.â You huff as you jump the last step, earning a loud yelp from Mingyu.Â
âChill out,â you chuckle as he puts the ladder away. âOkay, do you want me to look at anything else for you?â
âWhat would you recommend for my next imaginary adventure?â he asks as he picks out a random book from the shelf, trying to find the blurb.Â
âNot that one.â You scrunch your nose at the sight.
âThis one I know is popular. Whatâs wrong with it?â He chuckles as he puts it back.
âDonât believe everything you see on the internet,â you call out as you walk back to the front.
âAnd believe you instead?âÂ
Oh, you wish.
Picking up your current read from the front of the store, you wait for him to reach the end of the opening where you stand to hand it to him.Â
âYou can decide that for yourself. Havenât finished it yet, but it looks super promising. Try it out if you want.âÂ
He barely looks over the glistening title before handing it back to you, and you nearly assume he didnât want it.Â
âRing both of them up,â he says, and then with a pause he continues, âAnd anything else you think is good too, I donât really care.âÂ
Deciding youâd test the waters with this first recommendation, you only cash him in for two. He doesnât question it as you do your job behind the desk, making casual conversation as he waits for you to find the right barcode.Â
âHow far are you with that one?âÂ
âThe one I gave you? Just touched chapter 20, I think.âÂ
He only hums in response as he pays, grabbing the bag that you push towards him.Â
âLet me know how you like it,â you comment before he begins to turn to leave.Â
ââCourse.â He grins, and you can't help but grin right back. He leaves you in the store with a slight heat coming up to your cheeks, and a wad of gum in your mouth to keep your stomach in check.Â
By the time the next day rolls around, itâs been nearly 24 hours before you hear from him again, his contact seemingly only ever gracing you within the walls of the bookstore â except he isnât physically here. Mingyu texts you, and you nearly fall out of your chair at the sight of his name on your phone.Â
Itâs near embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone, passcode going wrong once, twice, thriceâŠyou decide itâs the top five worst times your phoneâs refused face ID. Youâre slamming your fingers onto the screen harder than you should, watching the warp in the pixels at the pressure. By the time it does open its secrets for you, the annoyance has settled. Not at him though.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: i got to chap 20 [You]: what [You]: how [Mingyu]: started reading when i got home [Mingyu]: and then i got to 20 [Mingyu]: i think i pulled an all nighter [You]: you think? [You]: was it that good [Mingyu]: couldnt put it down [Mingyu]: i wanna talk about it but my eyes are closing [You]: you know where to find me when you wake up
The typing ellipses donât pop up after that, and you assume for the better that heâs succumbed to his afternoon drowsiness. If he was serious about that all nighter (which you donât doubt, no way he couldâve plowed through twenty chapters and gotten any sleep), you assume heâll be knocked out for at least the rest of the afternoon.Â
Smiling to yourself at the thought of him wanting to text you about your matching achievements (and actively pushing your mind away from the blessed image of a napping Mingyu), you find yourself scrolling up the conversation, trying to remember the last time Mingyu had texted. That was easy to find out as the short scroll past the sparing details from your photography adventures landed you straight into late last year, a sparse conversation regarding your brotherâs whereabouts when he wouldnât answer his phone.Â
You remembered the conversation. As mundane and ordinary as it was, it was difficult to forget the way your hands were shaking as you typed your one word replies, how your breathing was coming out uneven at a mere text back. You could argue there was less of that this time round, proud of yourself for learning to control your emotions better.Â
Thereâs a train of thought that leads you to every recent interaction youâve had with him. The conversations where you could look him in the eye, your relative indifference when he would show up unannounced, the disappearance of the wad of emotions in your stomach at the mere mention of his name.Â
The latter may be slightly untrue, but you can't help but note how the ounces of fear within the concoction is gone. You were never quite sure what it was that you were so afraid of, perhaps the fateful night at Seungcheolâs party had answered that question for you, but still.Â
âSeokâs not the type to beat me up if I dated his sister. And besidesâŠâ He sighs, halting his words.
âBesides what?â Somebody chimes in.
âIâm not interested in going after someone whoâs chased my tail for the past fifteen years.â
Despite telling yourself it was the alcohol talking, maybe even a couple puffs of whatever â the mild disappointment remains. Thinking about the weeks following that, the moping and the hurt, you almost donât blame Mika for acting the way that she did.Â
Your brother had always been oblivious to all the frolicking in your heart that would ignite as Mingyu would enter the room, and for over a decade at that. And yet, it was during those weeks that he had noticed you acting like you had been dumped, asking you what on earth was wrong with you.Â
âDid somebody say something to you?â he asks.
âHuh?â you frown, annoyed at the way he's planted himself directly in front of the cabinet that held your beloved moonpies.Â
âYouâre acting like youâve been rejected by the love of your life. Nayeonâs not telling me anything and youâre being avoidant, what is up with you?â He huffs, hands on his hips.Â
Oh, if only he knew how right he was. But you werenât upset because the love of your life rejected you (anymore, at least), you were upset because he was a public asshole.Â
It takes more coaxing from him to get you to start talking. Itâs easier when he brings out the big guns: âDâyou want me to tell mom?â
You tell him a little, not naming any names, much to his dismay. âSome guy was an ass, something about me being too easy or whatever.âÂ
âYouâre upset because some drunk dude decided to run his mouth?â He scrunches his nose at the thought. âIgnore him, heâs stupid.â
âThanks for the help, Iâm cured,â you deadpan, pushing him aside to get to the gold inside the cabinets.Â
âI could get Mingyu to help me beat him up, I just need a name.â
Oh. You briefly wonder how he'd feel if he had to beat up his best friend.
More than his attempts to sound like a cool older brother, the image of Mingyu beating himself up brings you more amusement than anything else. You crack a smile at the thought.Â
That was months ago, yet you canât seem to forget the hurt. Trying to shake off where your thoughts were taking you, you get up to take a walk around the store for something to do, fixing microscopic displacements on the shelves and wondering if you should restock something, only to realize youâd already done that when you came in, not wanting to whip out the ladder again to restock the ones you'd just landed from. Â
Landing inevitably back behind the counter, you instinctively reach for the book wedged beside the computer. Your outstretched hand stops midway, thinking about how Mingyuâs reached as far as you in the story quite literally overnight. Retracting your hand, you decide youâd wait.Â
The bell chimes signaling a customer, and you find yourself grateful for the distraction.
Itâs nearing 8:30 when you decide you should close early. It was slower than usual today, the few walk-ins leaving without purchases too hefty, rendering you bored in your seat for most of the day. Youâre locking the drawers of the main desk when Mingyu walks in with the familiar tune of the bell chiming, soft smile as he greets you quietly.Â
âHow was your nap?â you ask, trying not to giggle at his still dazed expression.Â
âPretty good, didnât wanna wake up though.â His voice remains relatively coarse, and you donât miss the light indent on his left cheek. Itâs endearing, enough to have you wishing you could cup his face in a loving squish.Â
But you donât.Â
âYou donât say,â you comment. Pointing at your own cheek as you continue, âYou sure you donât wanna take the night off too?âÂ
âFuck,â he whispers as he looks down to fumble for his phone to see for himself in his front camera. The puffiness hasnât gone away entirely, evident when heâs frowning and looking downwards, and the urge to squeeze comes hurtling back.Â
âDid you drive like this?âÂ
âUh, no, I walked.â
âWalked?â You try to comprehend if that was even more dangerous. He only nods. âWhy?â
âWanted to see you.â
It takes effort to not clutch your chest at the way your heart leaps. Kim Mingyu, you bastard.Â
âHad to talk about the book.â
Your voice comes out a little more breathless than youâd like, but you hope his drowsiness skips over it. âYou couldâve texted.â
He pauses as he mulls it over. âI mean, yeahâŠI donât know. I just put my shoes on and came here.â
You decide youâd spare him the brain power and continue your remaining closing duties, talking to him as you move around the store.Â
âWe can take my car to my place, better than getting distracted here.â
He only nods in response. âDo you want any help?âÂ
âNope, just need to turn off the lights and lock the doors. Let me grab my bag.âÂ
By the time youâre home, an XL pizza and drinks in your arms to satiate Mingyuâs post nap ravenous tendencies, you drop down on the couch with a huff. Seokmin hears the ruckus and appears from his room, not wasting time to break on the pizza with Mingyu as you leave to freshen up. By the time you settle with your own slice it seems as though Mingyu has roused himself significantly more than before.Â
âOkay,â you huff as you land on the soft cushioning, âWhat did you think about the book?â
âHard to believe this is her first book, itâs really good.âÂ
âHer world building is amazing, some of the best Iâve read.â
Your back and forth discussion grows increasingly passionate, forgetting the fact that your brother was also right there excluded from the conversation. His head shifts back and forth as the both of you converse, utterly lost. It wouldâve been funny, except neither if you were actually looking at him.Â
He manages to get a word in as one of you pauses for breath. âSince when do you read?âÂ
Mingyu gapes at the question, seemingly trying to find an answer. âRecently.â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhat do you mean why? I just wanted to start reading,â he scoffs in a manner that could be described as exaggerated. If heâs trying to throw Seokmin off his scent, heâs succeeded, as he watches Seokmin get up and announce that he has work to do. That leaves the both of you alone.Â
The conversation takes you into the late hours of the night, Mingyuâs prior nap releasing him from the chains of reasonable sleeping hours as he remains wide awake despite the 3 AM time on the dial. You manage to keep up with him, even when he follows you to the kitchen to brew a coffee.Â
âDo you usually work this hard just to make coffee?â he asks as he watches you discard the used espresso puck.Â
âWe have a bottle of the instant stuff here somewhere for when Iâm lazy,â you explain as you pour the fresh shots into the prepped ice and milk. âDoesnât taste the same though.âÂ
âCoffee is coffee,â he says as he stirs the drink you push towards him.Â
âQuite the contrary. Besides, the instant stuff fucks with my stomach, Iâd rather not.â You take a sip of your coffee, glancing at the sink. âWill say, hate everything I have to wash afterwards.â
âIâll do âem later, gotta pay you back for all the manual labour that went into this thing,â he refers to the latte heâs sipping on currently.Â
âThe appreciation is enough. We can make Seok do them in the morning for being a loser and going to bed early,â you snort. Mingyu laughs at that, the image of Seokmin doing dishes while the both of you sleep in.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna call it a night?â he asks you as you place yourself on the kitchen counter.Â
âIâm having fun, Mingyu, seriously. Iâm off tomorrow too, I donât have to wake up,â you reassure for the nth time.Â
He doesnât reply, only stares up at you from his leaned position. Heâs chewing on his lip, and you find yourself unconsciously chewing at your own, the already raw skin stinging at the abrasion. Mingyuâs hands come up to your face slowly, like he knew it was hurting as he pulls your bottom lip to release it with his thumb.Â
âYouâre gonna bleed,â he whispers. His hand that grasps your chin doesnât move, rough thumb continuing to graze at your lip lightly.Â
âYou never stopped picking at your lips, did you?â he wonders out loud, eyes trained on your mouth.Â
Your own hand comes to lightly grip at his forearm. He remembers your habit, picking at the skin of your lips since near middle school, getting yelled at when you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table when they would bleed.Â
âOld habits die hard.â Your voice is thick despite the gulp you had to take before opening your mouth.Â
It was true, probably too much as you continue to look at his near perfect face. The oldest habit, the hardest to die.Â
Mingyu drops his hand, landing it in your lap, your own hand still gripping his forearm. You arenât sure whatâs going through you as you trail your hand up further, to his wrists, to the dip of his palm, landing on his fingers. You grip his hand, tight this time.Â
âIâm gonna jump,â you whisper, and you feel his grip tighten around yours as he braces to support you off the counter.Â
You face him in silence, contemplating, âItâs hot in here, letâs go back out.â
He watches as you pick your cup off the counter and leave, not waiting for him to follow you. He finds himself trying to take deeper breaths, stalling, but not for long as he joins you back on the couch.
It probably came as a shock to both of you the first time Mingyu announced his leave much earlier in the night, when you stopped him, asking him to stay. It was silent for a few sparing moments as you both absorbed what had come out of your mouth, trying to make sense of it. You found yourself needing to coax him a little more to convince him he wasnât overstaying his visit, that you were having fun. He sits back down, warning you that this was going to be a long night.Â
You donât think you could ever forget the absolute somersault your stomach performed, the after effects leaving you still as a plank.Â
It was a long night indeed. And yet, when you found your eyes closing after a fight, much later on the couch with a large blanket shared between the both of you, Mingyu watches you doze off while leaning on the couch facing him, wishing the night was longer.Â
If you were awake, you probably wouldâve found yourself agreeing.
Thereâs a lot Mingyu has to learn about himself. Heâs reminded of the fact nearly everyday. Especially right now as Seokmin runs his mouth sitting with him at a secluded booth in some bar.Â
They had company, a couple guys joining them for dinner before leaving not too long after. That left him and a slightly tipsy Seokmin alone, whoâs currently munching on a platter of crackers in front of him. He was bright enough, the energy from the others keeping him going as they played their drinking games and ate their obnoxious amounts of food. It was alot more somber with only the both of them left, his mood deflating as their friends slowly dwindled in number. That wasnât about to stop him from ordering another beer though.Â
âSummerâs so boring,â he grumbles in dejection, flicking a stray crumb off the table.Â
âYou chose to stay here,â Mingyu replies.Â
Seokmin doesnât answer him, but continues to look like a kicked puppy, a slight pout forming on his face.Â
Mingyu fights the urge to scoff, âYou canât possibly be this upset about summer being depressing.âÂ
âItâs not about that.âÂ
Mingyu takes a swig of his own drink before sighing loudly, âWhatâs this about then?â
Seokmin says your name, and Mingyu is suddenly very interested. âShe just seems to be doing a lot better since she started working at the bookstore.â
âBetter?â
 âShe told me about this guy a couple months ago.â
Mingyuâs trying really hard to not look visibly deflated, not that Seokmin would notice considering his state, but he attempts to sound nonchalant regardless. âDo we know him?â
âI â no, thatâs not,â he huffs in exasperation, âShe said she overheard him, basically calling her easy.â
âEasy?â
âI donât know, something about her chasing his tail or whatever, she wonât tell me who it is. She hadnât been doing too great recently and Iâm pretty sure it was because of him.âÂ
It is dawning on Mingyu, embarrassingly slowly, that the guy Seokmin is talking about â may be him.Â
His voice is hoarse, a little frantic. âAnd sheâs doing better, you said?â
âOh yeah, the bookstoreâs been amazing for her. Not sure how though, âcause she just sits there doing nothing for hours.â
He canât bring himself to meet Seokminâs eyes, remnants of his memories flurrying around in his brain in an attempt to figure out what other bullshit he had spewed that day. He was sure you werenât there, you couldnât be.
âMaybe doing nothing was what she needed.â Mingyuâs reply is whatever came to him off the top of his head, mind still racing.Â
âHm, I guess. I was trying to get her to tell me, we couldâve chopped his dick off together,â Seokmin grumbles.
Mingyu winces slightly, eyes tight shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Thereâs a protective hand that subconsciously reaches his crotch area. âYeah, yeah totally.âÂ
âFucker got let off easy, he should be happy sheâs doing good.â Seokmin continues to ramble, voice getting increasingly louder.Â
âYeahâŠâ
âSheâs not easy. My sister isnât easy at all! Running after his tail, my ass! She doesnât need some motherfucker with bad hair to be running his mouth, drunk as a bitch.â He stabs a single chopstick into the spare piece of meat on his plate, and the force has Mingyu flinching slightly.Â
âHow do you know he has bad hair?â Mingyu continues to stare at the impaled piece of beef that Seokmin brings to his mouth.Â
âI donât need to know a motherfucker to know he uses shitty hair gel.âÂ
Mingyu may try to run his hair gel past Seokmin at some point. But right now, heâs only trying to make it out of the bar with his sex organs intact.
âHey, weâre past this, remember? Sheâs doing great right now and thatâs all that matters.â Mingyu sounds overly flustered, but he canât bring himself to care as he attempts to reign in an angry Seokmin. They were garnering looks, and the last thing he wanted was to get kicked out before they had paid.Â
Seokmin is still huffing and puffing, but significantly less so as he finds reason in Mingyuâs words. âIâm gonna find out who he is.â
âYou hate living in peace.â
âMy sisterâs hasnât had any peace because of this dickwad, IâmââÂ
âOKAY! Okay, got it. Weâll figure that out when youâre sober.â Mingyu rises from his own seat as he finds Seokmin lifting his own butt off his chair in a near war cry.Â
He manages to fend him off, waving for the bill before he has to pull him back from aimlessly marching to whoeverâs house he had in mind. He calms down as they wait for the check, finishing the remaining scraps on the table in silence.Â
Seokmin seems nearly back to his regular self after a few minutes, forehead creases smoothing over during his cool down time. He speaks, except this time itâs in a more socially acceptable manner.
âHey, Iâve been noticing, you and her have been getting pretty close lately. I donât know, itâs just, I woke up and saw both on the couch and ââÂ
âHereâs your bill!â The waiter cuts him mid sentence, placing the check on the table.Â
Mingyu knew what Seokmin was getting to, and he was thanking every star in the galaxy for bringing the waiter into their lives at that exact moment. Heâs quick to fuss over the glossy piece of paper, humming and making comments at their purchases to fill in any silent opportunities to let Seokmin continue. Mingyuâs slips his card in the wallet.
âItâs on me,â he announces as he flashes a quick smile to the waiter. âYou can cut a ten for yourself.âÂ
âWait, what â letâs split, whatâs wrong with you?â Seokmin jolts up as registers whatâs happening a little too late.Â
âItâs fine, you can pay for the next one.â He says as he shifts around the table to look for his phone. âYou should probably go to bed too, itâs getting pretty late. Sleep off the beer and whatnot.âÂ
Seokmin is left speechless as Mingyu gets up, grabbing his stuff.Â
âWait, your cardââ Seokmin starts.Â
âIs here,â Mingyu spews a quick âthanksâ to the waiter, waving his card in front of Seokmin so heâd finally stand the fuck up.
âDo I need to drag you out of that chair, letâs go!â he says, grabbing Seok by the arm to lift him off his seat. It was nearly funny how he couldnât get him to stay within the vicinity mere minutes ago and now is begging for him to get up.Â
By the time Mingyuâs jamming Seokâs key into your apartment, heâs tired of his endless rambling. He can only appreciate his drunk brain for not bringing up the last question he tried asking him. Heâs opening the door, urging Seokmin to walk inside, slapping him awake from his nap against the wall.
Mingyu deems it best to physically put him in bed for the furnituresâ sake, pushing him in front to lead him to his room. Mingyuâs spent by the time heâs done and Seokmin is snoring, his back cracking from the hunched position heâs kept from tucking him in and taking his shoes and jacket off.Â
He tiptoes out (despite knowing itâd take a marching band to wake him up at that point), closing the door as quietly as possible.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?âÂ
Mingyu nearly jumps out of his skin, landing a mile as he hears your voice in the dark hallway, hand coming up to his heart. âJeezâ announce yourself, would you?âÂ
âIn my own house?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
âJustââ he waves you off as he comes round, standing straight. âI was putting Seok to bed.â
You inhale sharply. âDid you drink?â
âMe? No, but heâs knocked out right now, heâs probably gonna need a pill in the morning,â he replies.Â
âHm, Iâll see to it in the morning, or whenever it is that he wakes up.âÂ
âYeah.â Mingyu is standing awkwardly in front of you in the dark hall, not having anything else to say. âIâll get going now.â
âOh, right, yeah. Get some sleep,â you say as you let him move past you.Â
âYou too, donât know why youâre awake,â he chuckles quietly.Â
âCouldnât sleep, Iâll go to bed now though.â
The awkwardness is painful, Mingyu can feel it in his chest. But what heâs feeling more is the way you look in your night shirt now that youâre in the light of the living room, legs shown farther up than youâd usually let them go. He wonders if you're wearing shorts underneath, but slaps himself out of it when he realises heâs been silent for too long.Â
âUh yeah, Iâll go now. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
Mingyu replays the last five minutes in his head the entire car ride home, when heâs changing out of his clothes, when heâs brushing his teeth, when he crawls under the warm covers to finally call it a night. Mingyu thinks about what he said all those months ago at a dumb party, how heâs hurt you more than he thought he had. Thereâs an ache that plunges into him, the thought of you going through that because of him while he stayed blissfully unaware.Â
He doesnât know what heâs gonna do to make it up to you, but right now, heâs happy. Happier than heâs been in a while, falling asleep to the thought of you.Â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
You, on the other hand, are far from happy as you find yourself in yet another car related predicament.Â
Having to run to work in the middle of July is never a preferred option, yet you find yourself needing to do it anyway when you walk out to your engine refusing to start.Â
You really needed a new car.Â
Abandoning the hunk of what was turning out to be just expensive scrap metal, you rile other options out in your head.Â
Seokmin was long gone with his car. The bus was gonna take too long. No way in hell were you about to overpay a taxi to take you somewhere that was essentially just a 15 minute walk (read as run).Â
So you find yourself slinging your bag as a crossbody, thanking the heavens that you at least didnât need to change your shoes. You pray for your white sneakers as you run across town, blurting apologies to passerbys that would gape at your hurried form. As apologetic as you were, it didnât compare to how sorry you felt for yourself, the heat pricking your skin in an agitated rise anytime youâd slow down.Â
The AC is near heavenly as you gasp walking into the bookstore, red faced and hair sticking to your forehead.Â
âSorry,â you gulp frantically. âSorry, Iâm late.â
âOh god,â you hear your boss comment as she sees you walk in. âAre you alright?â
âYeah, I just need a minute. Car broke down.â
She ushers you in front of the AC, waiting for you to collect yourself before taking her leave.Â
âI think Iâm okay now, sorry about that.â Your chuckle comes out a little choked. So much for being convincing.Â
âYou really should get a new car. I have a friend whoâs daughter is selling hers, do you want me to ask them for you?â Sheâs patting your shoulder as she talks to you, and you recognize her courage to look past the sweat thatâs accumulated there. Â
âThatâd be great actually, thank you.âÂ
Your second blow of the day comes right after youâve finally gotten rid of the buckets of sweat on your body, seating yourself behind your desk to do some digging of your own.
You immediately wish you hadnât as soon as you open the first second hand market site, the price tags landing you somewhere between never happening and impossible. Groaning, you place your head in your hands as you try to think of what to do. You pray your boss would come back with a quote that isnât as outrageous as everything else youâve cursed your eyes upon, seeing as that seemed the only viable option for you.Â
Closing the windows off your computer, you decide this was a headache for another time. You reach for your bag to rummage through it, only to find yourself in your third predicament of the day.Â
You had forgotten your book.Â
It shouldnât have been a worry, considering you were in a bookstore and had access to about 56 more of the same edition that you could borrow for the day. Except it was a worry, because your copy had been religiously tabbed and annotated as you would read, not a single thought left to be forgotten in your head as they would spring up. You can almost see the pink cover sitting on your desk and you nearly begin to cry.Â
You wonder if you could break your âone book at a timeâ streak for the sake of it, picking up another one off the shelf to start. The thought nearly makes you gag, the anxiety of losing interest in your current one leading you to sit aimlessly at your desk for the rest of the day.Â
Whatâs even more anxiety inducing to you, however, was the promise youâd made with Mingyu the week prior, to be finished with the book by the end of today so you could finally decide whether the end was worth it or not. The thought has you nearly picking up a copy off the shelf anyway, annotations be damned. Force of habit, however, forbids you as you are shunned by yourself to play solitaire for the rest of the day.Â
Things seem to look up for you though, as you find yourself reading a text from Mingyu nearly halfway through your day.Â
You hadnât spoken to Mingyu at all for the entire week, caving when you found an excuse to finally talk to him to ask where heâd left off on the book. It was even longer before that, reaching the near three week mark where you were virtually zero contact. Â
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât bother you, his sudden absence raising a mild panic within you as your mind raced with the possibilities.Â
Was he uncomfortable with you?Â
Was he avoiding you?Â
Were you less low key than you thought? Was he catching on to how you still werenât over him?Â
The wilder thoughts seemed to be laid to rest when you couldnât take it anymore, texting under the guise of your mutual book topic. Your brain still couldnât handle it, picking up minuscule details in his texting behavior. Perhaps his replies were choppy, perhaps they were shorter than usual, but it was enough to give your mind the rest it needed regardless of whatever the facts were.Â
Needless to say, you were more than happy to receive a text from him first after weeks, immediately replying.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: are you at work today? [You]: yeah [You]: i get off at 10 tho [Mingyu]: can i see you today?Â
You try to contain the growing flurry of excitement as you type. It was easier to stay casual over text, you find yourself appreciating.Â
[You]: course [You]: are you coming to the store? [Mingyu]: iâll meet you at your place when you get off [You]: okay!!! [You]: see you thenÂ
Thereâs a ghost of a smile on your face as you switch to playing computer chess in celebration. Your day was going horribly, but perhaps it was to balance out the happiness you were feeling at the thought of seeing Mingyu in person after nearly a month.Â
Were you being dramatic? Possibly. But you figured youâd been left waiting long enough. You let yourself have a spring in your step for the rest of the day, closing up nearly an hour early as you practically skipped back home, enjoying the significantly better nightly weather. Maybe you were abusing your employee privileges, but you couldnât take the anticipation anymore.Â
Humming to yourself, you're hopping into the shower as soon as you get home, wanting to freshen up as quickly as possible before he gets here. It was near heavenâs plan the way the day is unfolding for you. Perhaps the universe knew you needed the time to unwind today, bringing Mingyu to you despite the near four week gap.Â
Grabbing your pens and your book, you settle on the kitchen counter to do something youâd been looking forward to all day, nearly giddy that Mingyu would be joining you to wind down with you soon enough. Youâre invested by the time the doorbell rings, a simultaneous text from Mingyu, confirming that he was at the door.Â
Opening the front door is probably the easiest thing youâve done all day, grin at the ready as you greet him.Â
âHey,â you breathe out at the sight of him.Â
âHi,â he replies, slipping inside as you give him space to take off his shoes.Â
Leading him into the kitchen, you comment lightheartedly, âNice to see youâre still alive.âÂ
He chuckles slightly at that, âYeahâŠsorry about that. Iâve been pretty caught up withâŠstuff.â
âThe exhibition? Werenât you nearly done with that?â you question as you pass him a glass of water.Â
He takes a sip before setting it down again, both hands holding the cup on the counter. âIt wasnât that, Iâve been done for a while. Just waiting.âÂ
âItâs next week, isnât it?âÂ
He hums in response, taking another minuscule sip of water. Â
âWhat was it that was keeping you this occupied for so long then?â you continue with a slight snort, trying not to over analyze his slightlyâŠoff putting behavior.Â
âUh,â he starts, âIs Seokmin home?âÂ
âSeokmin?â you frown, confused. Was he here to see your brother? âHeâs out. I thought you knew.â
âYeah, I know. Just confirming.âÂ
âOh.â You sit down on your own chair at the counter, trying to make sense of his mood.Â
âMingyu, are you okayââ
âI need to talk to you.âÂ
âO-okay.âÂ
Itâs silent. Painfully so.Â
âI donât know how else to bring this up so Iâm just gonna cut to the chase.âÂ
Thereâs no reply from your end as you simply stare at him in anticipation, wondering what on earth had him looking this serious as he faces you in his seat.Â
âI know Iâve done a lot to hurt you. Never enough to match what youâve felt, but I know youâve been through the muck because of me, and it makes me feel horrible that I was the cause of something like that.âÂ
âMingyuââ
âI want to apologize, before I say anything else. Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. And I know an apology isnât gonna take away what I did to you, but I just need you to know that Iâm really, really sorry.â
His breathing is heavy as he talks, while yours is near nonexistent as you need to remind yourself to breathe manually.Â
âIâve done a lot of growing up in the past year. And I hate myself for making you a subject of that transition when you were the last person that deserved it. Iâm happy to say that wonât happen again, because Iâve learned my lesson. For good.â
He pauses.Â
âIâm not asking you to forgive me, because⊠because I donât know if Iâll ever deserve it for what Iâm about to say. I may be acting selfish right now but, I think you deserve to know after everything.â
âI love you. I love you so, so much it hurts. IâŠIâm sorry, I love you. I donât know how else to say it but, I love you. And I might be hurting you even more with this but I swear Iâm not lying. I love you.â
Thereâs tears now, heavy ones that drip down his face as he refuses to look back up at you, eyes screwed shut in a desperate attempt to halt the pure emotion thatâs trailing down.Â
You have your own wet cheeks, glossy, shaking eyes that donât tear away from his hunched form. Youâre listening. Youâre listening to everything and itâs too much.Â
âMingyu,â you whisper. You give up on trying to talk as you let out a breath that sounds almost like a sob.Â
Itâs silent for a few more moments as you absorb everything thatâs happening, mind running a hundred miles an hour yet, still as a rock. Itâs too much.Â
âMingyu, I canât believe youâre saying this to me.â Your voice is quivering, but you manage the words. âAfter everything. Youâre standing in this very kitchen and saying this to me.â
The deja vu was overwhelming, and youâre projected back to last year when the both of you stood on these very tiles, as you poured your heart out to the man in front of you, only to be told you were an idiot to think he could ever love you like that. The words may not have been said, but the message was clear: you were not made for Kim Mingyu.Â
And yet, you find yourself in front of an apologetic man, expressing his remorse. And oozing love for you, of all people. Why now? You want to scream. Where was this when you were ready to take him so willingly in your arms.Â
Youâre lying if you say you still donât want to plant yourself in his hold to sob out your own wretched âI love youââs. You wanted to go to him. To take what youâve wanted for so, so long.Â
But you canât. You canât do it.Â
âI know,â he whispers. âIâm not asking you to do something about any of this. Iâm not asking anything of you at all. I just need you to know.â
You bite back a remark, trying so hard to calm yourself down.Â
âI think you should go.â Your voice breaks. âPlease.â
Mingyu is gone. But his scent lingers. His cup remains on the counter, the same one he put his lips to. As he prepared to speak, and speak, and speak.Â
You canât stand to stay in the kitchen anymore.Â
You were fourteen the first time Mingyu broke your heart.Â
It was an accident, perhaps, considering you were willing to do absolutely anything to be around Mingyu when your brother would have him over. What you didnât know this time, was that the both of them had company.Â
Tiptoeing down the hall was easy the second you heard your brother's voice coming from the kitchen, announcing that he was getting drinks for them. The plan was simple; walk in under the guise of being annoyed at Seokmin for something and then relish when Mingyu would defend you from his inevitable rage â except this time youâd have a few extra minutes alone with him before your brother trudged back. Â
Putting on the best annoyed face you could, you stalk past Seokminâs room, immediately wishing you hadnât. Mingyu was in your brother's room as expected, sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers with numbers and letters too complex. But he wasnât alone. There was a girl that sat between his legs, turned over in his arms as they whisper to each other. They werenât studying at all; the giggles and smiles were a dead giveaway.Â
You halt in your tracks at the edge of the doorway in mild disbelief, brain computing the situation in front of you. They hadnât noticed you yet, it was apparent with the way she leans into him to place her lips on his in a peck.Â
Thereâs a yell of your name behind you as Seokmin sees you loitering around his room. You jump in surprise, not expecting him back so quickly. Your brother, too, isnât alone, a girl of his own accompanying him with her arms full of cans, peeking over his shoulder to catch sight of your distressed form.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â
Running was the worst thing you could do, and yet you found yourself doing just that in your cornered state. Catapulting face first into your pillows, the sobs coming before you could muffle them. It was humiliating, even more so when you feel your motherâs hand coming up to your shoulder in a stretch of comfort.Â
âI yelled at him, he wonât do it again!â she attempted to reason with you, trying endlessly to get you to emerge from your cavern of comforters.Â
âItâs not that!â you groan.
âWhat is it then? Darling, I wonât know if you wonât tell me.âÂ
Your mother gave up a little bit after that, and your brother had apologized for yelling at you; apologized for all the wrong reasons. You brushed him over.
There were worse things circling your mind in that moment, like the image of Mingyu in a liplock with another girl, the image of him holding her with all his limbs.Â
You couldnât imagine anything worse than that.
âWhat the fuck, is wrong with the both of you?â Your brother swoops in like a pesky seagull and snatches the book right out of your hands, eyes blown in exasperation.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?! Give it back!â you yell, reaching for the book that heâs placed over his head. Climbing the couch does little when he simply moves away from you.Â
âNot until you tell me whatâs going on between you and Mingyu.âÂ
âNothing is â ugh,â you drop back onto the couch in frustration. You take a deep breath. âNothing is going on. Now can I have my fucking book back?âÂ
âNo, you're avoiding each other.â
âHeâs your friend, why would I hang out with him?âÂ
âStop dodging the question!â he spits.Â
âStop dodging.â You exclaim as you jump for the book another time.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â He throws the book to the corner of the room. It takes every fiber in your body to stop yourself from plucking every strand of hair off his head.Â
âSeokmin!â you scream.Â
âYour bookâs fine. Is this about the guy you told me about?â He asks, hands grabbing you by the upper arms, forcing you to look at him.Â
âNo, itâs not,â you grit.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â he repeats, making direct eye contact.Â
âBecause,â you start, exhaling deeply, âIâm tired.â
âItâs an exhibition for fucks sake, an exhibition with your face plastered all over it. You go in for five minutes and youâre out. Put something on and letâs go!âÂ
âI donât want to go.â
âIâm not taking no for an answer. Youâve been doing nothing but go to work and stay home, you need air.â
âI need you out of my air,â you swat his hands away, thoroughly disgruntled.Â
âIâm giving you twenty minutes.âÂ
He was serious, you realize as he begins to pound on your door with two minutes left to spare. You decided you werenât about to be embarrassing and show up in your sweatpants, encasing the final shreds of dignity you had left. You couldnât imagine being asked âwho?â when the face on the walls doesnât match with the one you brought to the place, not doubting the number of fancy scouters thatâd be gracing the crowd tonight.
 Opting for a plain black dress and a coverup felt enough for you, your usual makeup and matching accessories helping you feel better about the bags under your eyes your concealer couldnât quite erase.Â
Seokmin says nothing for probable fear of having you landing back on the couch, choosing to ask you a simple, âReady?â instead.
The drive is short and silent, the remnants of you and your brother's prior argument still hanging in the air. You werenât about to apologize to each other, but you would let the hours cool you off before youâre back to your normal selves. For now, youâre glad to step out of the stuffy car, the anticipation having you needing to breathe in an elevated sense.Â
The place is more crowded than you thought it would be, men and women in fancier than necessary clothes loitering the entrance carpeting. You suddenly feel underdressed.Â
Catching Mingyuâs name is easy, the display at the front doing the most to highlight the star of the night, catching sight of him is proving a little more difficult. Not that youâre trying, but Seokminâs embarrassing neck stretches are having you restraining yourself from pulling him down by the collar.Â
Walking into the display is a strange experience, for you at least. The pictures are larger than youâd thought they would be, spanning the giant walls of the gallery. Your face is huge.Â
Thereâs a few other oneâs that scatter between the portraits, beautiful all the same. You find yourself wandering as you note the plaques next to the pieces, descriptions and words from the artist; Mingyuâs words. Itâs easy to begin looking at the pictures through his eyes, the meticulous scanning youâre doing proving easier for you to zone out despite the crowd.Â
Youâve gone through nearly every picture, approaching the last one, the one that looked a little more important than the rest as you take in its size. The steps you take towards the plaque are halted as you hear someone calling for you. You recognize his voice, how could you not?
Mingyu is weaving through the crowd to get to you, eyes locked as he tries to make way for himself. Your mouth is open by the time heâs here, mind frantic as you try to figure out what you should say.Â
Congratulations.
Youâve worked hard on this.Â
This looks great.
Howâve you been?
âYouâre here,â he says, simple as that.Â
âIâm here,â you breathe out, a nervous smile on your face as you look down at your shoes.Â
âSeok told me you were here too.âÂ
Your head snaps up, âYou were looking for me?âÂ
âI mean, itâs a bit difficult with the crowdââ
âOh,â you cut him off before you could forget. âCongratulations, by the way. The turnout looks great.â
âUh, yeah. Itâs great.â His eyes skim around the large hall.
You hate how his craning is drawing your eyes to everything else. So to say the plain black button up and slacks heâs sporting, the thin chain he wears around the unbuttoned collar. You hate how heâs put in no effort, and you hate how it makes him look even better somehow.Â
âAre you enjoying yourself?â he asks after he rounds back to you.Â
Your reply is drowned in your throat as somebody calls for him across the hall, pointing at a mic in their hands.Â
âI have to go address everyone, youâll be here, right?â he asks, but he once again has no chance to listen to your answer when somebody physically drags him by the elbow and yanks him away from you. You lose sight of him in the crowd of people, his face disappearing.
It gives you enough opportunity to slowly turn around to go back to your plaque reading, exhaling loudly as you walk up to the final, biggest piece on the wall. Itâs labeled as the focal point of the collection. Itâs a picture of you, and for some reason, you canât remember taking it, or posing for it at all.Â
You recognize the mountain top, more so the grueling trek up the place for your last shoot with him. Itâs a side profile, your arms folding over the railing, face tucked into your padded arms. A single ray of light illuminates your eyes, the background soft.Â
The picture was an accident. A moment that may have gone forgotten, yet one that appeared right when it was meant to. A mistake made on purpose, one that manages to carry the weight of years. A slow accession of golden rays, dawn illuminating the subject in hues indescribable, except those that describe a feeling. A feeling in turn, indescribable.
Soft. Legible. New.
You take a step back.Â
And another
Then another.Â
You look at the picture, the picture of you. Taken the one time you werenât actively posing for the camera, the one time he wasnât meant to take a picture of you. It landed here, at the seemingly deserved position of a final piece. The piece that was meant to emulate all that the artist wanted to come out of his work.Â
You crane your neck up higher, the name of the collection in bold block letters right above the picture that supposedly says it all.Â
THE BEGINNING
Thereâs a ball forming in your throat, one that's cementing itself where it stays.Â
Thereâs noise happening in your peripherals, somebody speaking into a mic on stage. Youâre not paying attention until you hear his name.Â
âIâm pleased to present to you the man of the hour, mister Kim MingyuâŠâÂ
You watch with glossy eyes as he takes the stand, clearing his throat before he begins to speak.Â
You needed to leave.Â
Finding Seokmin is easy, and you thank every plane of heaven that it is, considering youâd rather be caught dead than be seen red nosed and teary eyed.Â
âLetâs go home.â
âHuh? Right now? He just started talking.â Seokmin argues, tearing his eyes away from the stage to gape at you, only to note the expression on your face. âHey, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âSeokmin, you said five minutes.â You grip his sleeve tight. âPlease, either give me the keys, or Iâll get a cab.âÂ
He pauses for a moment, and you immediately hate yourself for making him choose between staying for his best friend or leaving for his sister. He slowly comes down to grip your hand, pulling you away.Â
âLet me drop you off home.âÂ
Youâve calmed down a significant amount during the car ride home, managing to convince (fight) Seokmin into going back to the exhibition hall before Mingyu noticed that he was gone. You wouldnât forgive yourself if you made him miss something as important as this just because you couldnât control your emotions.
He hugs you at the door, tight, and you hug back just as strong, holding back the river of tears that suddenly threaten to let loose. He presses his lips to your temple, muttering a little âI love youâ before he leaves. He knew nothing, yet was ready to comfort you like he did.
You let yourself sob after that, as wracking and strong as theyâd come. Itâs freeing, to fall to your knees and simply cry like a child. You arenât sure what it is that youâre crying about, yet you know all the same. The thought of both those things make your head begin to spin, causing another fresh wave of tears to come rushing down.Â
Remnants of the day Mingyu spoke his truth to you in your own kitchen come tumbling back; the shock, the anger, the hurt, and despite everything, the love.
You loved Mingyu, you werenât going to sit here and deny it when you were a mess of jewels on the floor with only his face at the forefront of your mind. Youâre a liar if you say you donât love him. Youâre a liar if you say youâll ever stop.Â
Years and years of pining and wishing and praying, to hope that one day, Mingyu would open his eyes with the realization that he loves you the same.Â
The day came. Your prayers were granted, your wishes came true; you no longer had to sit on the sidelines as an ignored constant. And yet, you found yourself wanting to be anywhere but in his presence as the prayer unfolded.Â
Were you too weak to handle reciprocation? Have you gotten comfortable pining by yourself? Or was it something completely else. Were you still hurt by his words? Were you aghast at his audacity to have the courage to speak his heart to you, when you went years without doing so?Â
Were you protecting yourself? Or were you actively throwing the golden chance youâd received right out the window?Â
Youâre tired, itâs evident with the effort it takes you to simply reach your bedroom, heels thrown somewhere in the doorway as you made the trek barefooted. Hoping your muscles would release the pent up tension at the learnt feeling of the mattress, you find yourself closing your eyes awaiting the relief.Â
Still clad in your dress and makeup, you attempt to find the solace of sleep, knowing youâd feel nothing if there was nothing to perceive. The universe doesnât seem to want to give you that luxury, your eyes wide awake despite closed lids. The thoughts arenât showing signs of slowing down either, every part of your mind alive as you remain still as a rock on your bed.Â
You arenât sure how long youâve been in bed, but as you hear the distinct jingle of keys in a lock, you know Seokmin is home. The door of your room is opened very quietly, and closed just as quick when he sees your form in bed seemingly asleep.Â
You open your eyes for the first time in hours, the darkness remaining as you slowly sit up against the cushions. Your movements are sluggish as you stare into the abyss, brain quiet for once as you swing your bare legs over the mattress, slowly trudging down the hall to your brother's bedroom.Â
Knocking slowly, you hear a slight shuffle before the door is opened, the light from inside the room illuminating the dark hall and forcing you to squint.Â
âDid I wake you?â Seokmin asks, sporting formal trousers with his dinosaur pajama shirt.
âUh, no, I was awake.â
âWhy havenât you changed yet?âÂ
You ignore him, cutting straight to the chase, âCan I borrow your car?âÂ
Thereâs silence for nearly three seconds before Seokmin speaks, âWhat on earth do you need my car for this late at night?âÂ
âNayeonâsâÂ
âBullshit.â
You let out a loud, loud sigh, âWill you believe it for now?âÂ
Your brother looks at you with an expression you canât really pinpoint, eyes like heâs scanning into your soul. âThe keys are at the door.â
You walk back to your room to grab your phone and your cover up, not bothering to change as you grab Seokminâs keys and leave. It probably wasnât a good idea to leave the house so late at night, but your brain seems to have activated tunnel vision as you nearly stalk towards the car. Youâre pulling up to where you need to be within minutes, the empty roads leading you on near autopilot.Â
By the time youâre standing in front of the door, your desire to settle this once and for all turns pungent in your head. You needed to end this one way or another, you were tired of running in circles.Â
Ringing the doorbell is easy, itâs just the realization that settles during those few moments of waiting that grab you by the throat. You were really doing this.Â
Mingyu opens the door quicker than youâd anticipated, after briefly wondering if heâd already gone to sleep after the long day heâs probably had. His brows furrow as he registers you at his door, your name tumbling out of his lips in mild confusion. Heâs still in the clothes you saw him last, and you doubt itâs been long since he got home too.Â
âPromise me you mean it,â you say.Â
âWhat?â
âPromise me you mean it.â
âMean what?â The crease between his brows deepens as he tries to make sense of what youâre saying.Â
âWhatever you said. Promise me you mean it. Promise me. On all the years we spent together, on every truth you've ever said to me. Promise on me that you mean it.â
The silence is deafening, yet you wait. You wait for him to respond. You wait for him to understand what youâre saying.Â
Mingyu gulps before opening his door wider, expression neutralizing slightly as he invites you inside. âWhy're you standing on the door? Come inside.â
âIâm not taking another step in your direction, Kim Mingyu, not until you answer me,â you snap.Â
Letting his hand leave the grip on the door, he brings them both up to rub at his face, taking a simultaneous breath, deep and shaky. When he emerges his eyes are showing a hint of red as he licks his lips.Â
Your grip on your own fingers tighten as Mingyu talks.Â
âI want to rip my heart out for what it wants from you. I want to rip it out for what it did to yours. Believe me when I say Iâve forgotten how it felt to be this sincere. I love you. I don't deserve to say it, but I love you.â
Thereâs a beat that passes, one that you barely feel as you throw your bag on the floor of his entryway, grabbing him by the collar with both hands as you yank his face down to hover right in front of yours, nose touching, lips not quite.Â
âIf youâre lying to me,â you whisper, shaky voiced, âIâm gonna chop your balls off.â
Mingyu answers for you as he finally, finally closes the cursed gap between you, lips capturing yours in a long awaited kiss. You let him pull you inside as you move your lips against each other, the distinct click of the door signaling you were finally inside.Â
His hands grip your hips and waist in a manner thatâs near painful, yet you canât find yourself complaining even as he pushes you against the now closed door, hard. His mouth leaves yours for what is barely a second, before your desperate hands move his face back in to continue what youâve been wanting to do for years.Â
His mouth is warm, the vaguest hint of champagne on his tongue. You wonder how many toasts heâs clinked and downed, how many times he thought of you as he celebrated.Â
âI love you,â you mumble against his lips.Â
Mingyuâs hands are pushing your body against his own, so flush and tight you can barely breathe. Like heâd rather die than bring space between the two of you in that moment.Â
âI love you, too,â he mumbled back between kisses. âI love you so much.â
Both of your hands are beginning to roam, less innocent than the fingers tangled in his hair and digging into his shoulders, less innocent than the grips on your hips and neck. It isnât until his hands are groping your ass that you begin to subconsciously tug at his shirt, wanting the wretched thing out of the way to finally feel him in full.Â
Thereâs a warm hand that grips yours as he stops you, lips pulling away slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. Thereâs a wild moment of sobriety as you wonder if youâve read the situation wrong, if you pushed too far.Â
âYouâre asking me for something Iâm ready to give you.â He sounds breathless. âBut I need to know if you really want it.â
He looks absolutely gorgeous with his swollen lips, your lipstick staining his own mouth, his messy hair from all the desperate fingers running through them. It takes one look into his bedroom eyes to have your yeses tumbling out your mouth.Â
âI want it. I want it if youâll give it to me. Mingyu, please.â
He leans in to give you a soft peck before pulling away slowly. âYou can stop me whenever, just say the word.â
Heâs facing you as he speaks, hands pulling you further into the house in slow and steady steps. âIâm not gonna do anything you donât want me to, I promise.â
By the time you reach the four walls of his bedroom, youâre itching to have his hands on you again, something he senses as he presses his hot mouth to your awaiting lips. His touches become decreasingly respectful as his hands run up your sides, thumbs brushing against the sides of your clothed breasts as he moves his mouth further down.Â
Kisses line your jaw, reaching the joint as he nips at your earlobe teasingly. Pushing the coverup off of your shoulders is easy, fingers tracing the exposed skin as his mouth moves down to your neck, nipping and sucking teasingly. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy.Â
âYouâre gorgeous,â you hear him breathe out.Â
His fingers fit under the zipper of your dress not too long after, pulling it down to reveal your back tantalizingly slow. His hands smooth over your waist once he reaches the bottom, bringing them up to your upper body as you feel his palms grab your breasts in a soft squeeze. The moan you let out is small, but enough to encourage him to bring his hands to the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders one after the other.Â
âDo you realize how good you looked in this today,â he says. âWas so happy you came, so, so happy to see you after so long.â
Mingyu kisses you again in a slow, passionate manner, hands pushing down the tight fabric of the bodice to let it fall off your body to a pile on the floor. It leaves you bare save for your bra and panties.Â
Mingyu lets out a groan at the sight in the dimly lit room, the sound checking in as one of the hottest things youâve ever heard, the vibrations leading straight to your core like they belonged there. The focus goes back to his hands that continue to roam your body, mouth traveling further south to leave hot, open mouthed kisses on your cleavage.Â
Your own fingers come up to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, managing to pull a couple loose as you whine, âMingyu.â
âPatience, my love.â He moves you backwards slowly as his mouth leaves your chest, pushing you into the plush of his mattress as you feel the back of your knees bump into the edge. âLet me take my time with you.â
He brings a knee up to the bed as he keeps his gaze on you, beginning to unbutton the rest of his shirt as you prop yourself up on your elbows. For once, youâre allowed to stare at the sculpt of his chest and abdomen, letting your gaze take you to the dipped V before the cut off. The mere sight of his fingers working against his belt have you needing to close your thighs for the sake of your now throbbing core.Â
Only clad in his dark boxers, you let him climb over you in a way you can only describe as a prowl, inserting himself between your legs as he pushes your head up to the headboard. The hand that splays out on your thigh is having the muscle twitch, the anticipation for what he might do next gripping you.Â
âLet me get this off of you,â he says with his hands toying with the elastic of your bra, prompting you to arch your back so he could reach under to unclasp it in a way you can only call professional.Â
Thereâs barely any time for you to feel a semblance of embarrassment when he flings the padding away, mouth coming in direct contact with your breast in a harsh suck. The feeling has you moaning his name into the dark room, only encouraging his wet tongue to circle around the bud before going back to suckling. He doesnât forget your other breast as he brings his hand up to squeeze the mound and play with your nipples the same.Â
The sensations are overwhelming already, your hands gripping his hair in desperation as you throw your head back at his ministrations. The ache in your underwear is becoming increasingly difficult to resist, the foreign feeling of his mound against your inner thigh only coursing more want into your awaiting heat.Â
Your chest is a mess of redness and saliva but the time Mingyuâs had his fill, pulling away to admire the work heâs left.Â
âFuck, Mingyu, please,â his name is the only thing that comes out in your pleas, hoping heâd give you wanted before you lost your mind for good.Â
âI love this lighting on you,â he says simply, moving to sit on his knees as he takes his eyes up and down your practically naked frame.Â
Both hands come in to push your thighs further apart, giving him better access to the gold that sits right in between. âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
You feel the pad of his thumb come in contact with your clit in the lightest pressure, slowly brushing over the muscle as he continues. âThe most gorgeous thing Iâve ever seen.âÂ
He presses his thumb in further, pushing down to meet your hole, the source of the large wet patch on the fabric of panties. The whimpers the new feeling is having you let out are near embarrassing. Hooking his fingers around your panties, he asks, âCan I take these off?âÂ
âYes!â you gasp out immediately, hip rising to let them slide the pesky fabric off and away.Â
He wastes no time in bringing his fingers to your folds, gathering your arousal in his fingers as he spreads them across your throbbing clit. Heâs rubbing the area in circular motions, the feeling having you wracking out sounds you never thought you could make. The sheets are bunched up in your grip as you throw your head back at the feeling that encases you, eyes screwed shut.Â
âOh, Mingyu,âÂ
That only encourages him as his other hand joins the party, a lone finger circling your entrance in preparation to plunge into you, slowly, all the way to the hilt of his finger. Zoning in on the feeling, the pump of his fingers into your core, the constant ministrations of his other thumb on your clit. Your hands leave his wrinkled sheets as they come in to grip his wrists and forearm, needing to feel his skin to anchor yourself into the present. Not being able to bring yourself to open your eyes, he takes it upon himself to insert another finger, encouraging your lids to fly open at the stretch and the loud moan that comes with it.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking wet, Iâm barely pushing.â It may have embarrassed you a little if you werenât so withdrawn from pleasure, the prospect only having you whimper his name even more.Â
It isnât when he curls his fingers inside you that you feel the need to stifle the sounds that come out of your throat, hand to mouth as the volume has you needing to shut yourself up. He brings his hand off your clit to grab you by the wrist, freeing your mouth of restraint.Â
âDonât,â his voice gravelly as he gets off his knees to hover over you, his other hand continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you in perfect motions. âI wanna hear your voice. I wanna hear all the pretty sounds youâre making.â
He leans in to place a chaste kiss on your mouth, fingers quickening their pace as your sounds grow louder, âMingyu, I think IâmâŠI think Iâm close.âÂ
âItâs okay, let go whenever, darling, itâs okay.â His other hand goes back to its rightful position on your clit, thumb circling the bud in quick motions as he encourages you to climax.Â
And you do. The blissful release comes crashing into you hard, the feeling leaving nothing but white hot space in the expanse of your brain, letting the feeling take over as you melt into the sheets. âF-fuckâŠâ
He doesnât stop either hand till you physically have to push his fingers off of you, the overstimulation coming in hot.Â
You donât come around for a little bit, but feel every searing kiss he leaves on your skin in the aftermath. Pressed into your chest, your collarbones, you neck and your jaw. He makes his way up to your face slowly, pressing his lips onto your closed lids as you wait for your breathing to even out. His face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes, leaning forward to press your own lips against his.Â
âHow was that?â he asks slowly, and you donât miss the hint of a smirk on his face. You canât help but break into a smile of your own.Â
âGreat.â
âGreat?â
âAmazing.â You lean in to kiss him again, palms coming in contact with the expanse of his back as you move your mouths together. Itâs not long before your fingers reach the waistband of his boxers, hands coming up front to feel him through the fabric, palming him in the process.Â
You feel him shudder in your hold, lips pulling away as he stares into your eyes.Â
âWhat?â you ask in a whisper when he makes no other moves.Â
âIâm trying to think if I have condoms or not,â he whispers back, and you canât help but let out a laugh at his delivery. He begins to giggle with you, backing up as he reaches over to rummage through his nightstand.Â
âFuck yeah,â you hear him say as he comes round with the shiny pack. Heâs giggling as he undoes the wrapper, the lighthearted nature of it all bringing a laugh to your own lips.Â
Pulling his underwear down and off, you watch as he preps himself with the rubber, your own hand coming up in a trance to stroke his gorgeous length lightly, his palms ghosting over your hand at the feeling. Once he decides he canât take it anymore heâs grabbing both your wrists to pin them beside your head in one swift motion, earning a gasp from you at the abruptness.Â
âIâm gonna put the tip in first, let you adjust before I go in further,â he explains as he uses his knee to push your thighs apart to grant him more access. âIâm gonna listen to you throughout, okay? Just say so if you want me to stop, Iâll hear you.âÂ
When you donât reply he continues, âI need to know you heard me, baby.âÂ
âI heard you,â you answer, and he finally lets go of one of your hands to guide his length to your entrance, gathering your remaining arousal. Heâs sliding his tip across your folds, grinding onto your clit within his length and it has you nearly careening off the edge.Â
âMingyu, in, please!â you beg, and you hear him chuckle before heâs finally pressing the tip into your prepped hole.Â
You almost breathe a sigh of relief as you feel him begin to push into your hot core, keeping his promise of only getting to the tip, before bringing himself out and going back in. Heâs slow as he stretches you out, his hands coming up to the sides of your head as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Lifting one of your legs, you wrap them around his waist as you grant him further access into you, one of his hands coming up to keep your raised leg steady.Â
He halts when he finally bottoms out, pausing for breath. âYou okay?â
âYeah, just,â you manage, arms wrapped around his shoulders tight. âGive me a second.âÂ
When you give him the green light and he begins to move out slowly, only to thrust back in, you find yourself settling into the sheets more consciously, ready to take what he was about to finally give you. Youâre both a mess of whimpers and sounds, the feeling overtaking any shreds of restraint you had left. His hands are groping you everywhere, his fingers finding your breasts again as he begins to toy with your nipples, all while thrusting into you at a steady yet equally maddening pace.
He feels amazing, beyond just his dick. The feeling of his body pressed against yours is heavenly, the tears beginning to slowly prick at your eyes as you let yourself melt into his hold, a metaphorical layer away from morphing into his skin entirely. The sounds heâs making are pure melodies, the groans, grunts and heavy moans floating around in your otherwise empty head like theyâd never ever leave. They do more when they encourage the building feeling in your abdomen, your moans growing increasingly erratic.Â
If the bed is creaking from his incessant thrusting, you donât hear it. The only thing ringing in your head being the near closure youâre about to receive from him. âGyu, IâmâŠâ
âShit, me too.â he grunts, and you believe him as his movements begin to grow sloppier, his hips slamming into yours with more force than before.Â
And then itâs bliss, the feeling dropping in on your body as you feel yourself begin to spasm in his hold, the loudest moan ripping from your throat at the sensation. Youâre contracting around him so, so good, and itâs enough to have him moaning into your own ear as he feels his climax come over him as well.Â
Heâs shooting his load into the rubber, and for a wild moment you wish heâd rip it off and finish inside you instead, your blabbering brain wanting to take all of him in. The fever passes in a few heavy minutes, Mingyuâs body is dropped on top of you, his length remaining inside your warmth as you both relished in the post sex haze.Â
Heâs first to pick his sweltering body off of yours, the cool air hitting your skin as he pulls out of you slowly. Youâre still trying to come to earth, even when you hear the water beginning to run in the attached bathroom, even when he walks out in a fresh pair of boxers, walking over to your form on the bed.Â
His fingers run through your hair as he places soft kisses on your temple, coaxing you to open your eyes. âCome on babe. Letâs get you cleaned up.â
When you make no moves to get up despite opening your eyes, heâs physically pulling you up to grace your head on his chest in an effort to take a step back into the world. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, massaging your head lightly as you breathe in his scent. You do end up getting up and letting him lead you to the bathroom, but only after he threatens to carry you there over his shoulder. The bath is already drawn when you dip your feet into the warm water, planting yourself inside as you lean against the walls of the tub.
âGyu, why is it warm?â you whine, wanting a cooler temperature to hit your sticky body.Â
He chuckles as he sits by the tub, hands coming in to wet your hair for you, âIâm scared your bodyâs gonna go into shock if I chucked you into a cold bath. Youâll feel better in a minute, love.âÂ
You donât argue as he does most of the work for you, shampooing, scrubbing and conditioning. He lets you sit in the tub for a little bit as he leaves to get you a towel and a shirt, coming back to continue coaxing you to leave the tub this time. You grab his outstretched hand, pulling him down to sit next to you again.Â
âSit with me for a little bit, right here,â you say as you lean over the edge of the tub.Â
âI can sit with you in bed once youâre dried up,â he tries to reason. âUnder the covers. Where itâs more comfortable than hard acrylic, remember?âÂ
Pouting a little, you let him wrap you in a towel as you admit defeat, too tired to argue much more than that. He continues to shrug one of shirts over your shoulders, going as far as drying your hair before finally letting you crawl back under the covers. He joins you soon after, wrapping his limbs around you in a tight embrace, breathing in the mix of his own shampoo and your scent.Â
âAre you okay? Did I do too much?â he asks quietly.
âMhm,â you hum into his chest. âIâm okay.â
Thereâs a deep vibration in his chest as he finds your lack of response amusing, looking at your face that looks about three seconds away from slipping into dreamland. Nearly, he realizes, as your eyes are suddenly pushed wide open, a gasp leaving your throat.Â
âWhat? What?â Mingyu asks as you sit up all of a sudden scrambling to find your phone.Â
âMy phone, where is it?â you ask as you ruffle through the covers.Â
âDid you bring it with you?âÂ
You suddenly remember your bag that you threw in his entryway a couple hours ago, your phone nestled inside. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you attempt to stand up to retrieve it, only to find out the universe wasnât about to let you do that. You donât miss Mingyuâs chortle as he watches you nearly fall over after wobbling around like a fawn, your arms trembling as you pull yourself up back on the bed.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you breathe out.Â
âGet back on, Iâll get your bag for you.â Heâs still smiling when returns, throwing your purse on the bed.Â
You immediately unlock your phone to find Nayeonâs contact, choosing to leave her a text considering the late hour.
âWhat is it?â Mingyu asks again as he watches you type, arms coming up from behind to engulf you in his hold again.Â
âI told Seokmin I was at Nayeonâs. He didnât believe me but Iâm telling her to cover for me anyway.âÂ
âOh.â
The thought comes to you later than it should have, realizing youâd have to involve Seokmin inâŠwhatever this was, sooner or later.Â
âDonât,â you hear Mingyu say behind you.
âWhat?â
âDonât. I know what youâre thinking about. We can deal with Seokmin when we need to, donât think about it right now, thatâs my job.âÂ
âI-â
âHe needs to deal with me being serious about you,â he continues, giggling, âEven if I have to make you run away with me.â
âLetâs hope it doesnât come to that.âÂ
He brings your wrist up to his mouth, placing a kiss there, âIt wonât. I promise.âÂ
The sitting up thing doesnât last for too long, both of you wanting nothing more than to lay down for the lack of energy. Limbs are a tangled mess as you both lay in silence, tired but not wanting to go to sleep just yet. It stays that way for a while, head on his chest as you take in the aftermath of everything thatâs happened.Â
You just had sex with Kim Mingyu. He loves you back. And you know he means it. This isnât a hyperrealistic childhood fantasy, this is real life. Youâre touching him, heâs holding you, you can hear his heart beat, you can feel his skin under the palm of your hand.Â
Youâre distracted from your thoughts as you sense Mingyu reaching over the edge of the bed to his nightstand as he looks for something, bringing his hand over to show you a very familiar pink cover in his hands.Â
âOh,â you let out as you recognize the title, snorting as you remember where the verdict for that ended, âWe were supposed to talk about the ending.â
âWe could do that right now.â
âUh, about that,â you say. âI never actually got to finish it.â
âYou were supposed to be done like two weeks ago,â he frowns.
âI didnât get to finish it the dayâŠthe day you came over. Couldnât bring it in myself to touch it after that.â you say as you note the little tabs sticking out the sides, wanting to address them.Â
âYou can use this one to finish it then, itâs yours.âÂ
You glance up at him as he talks, opening the book to skim through the pages. And then you see it, tiny scribbles on margins, sticky notes at chapter ends with his thoughts, colorful tabs sticking out of every highlighted line, everything complete with a color coded key in the front.
âI saw you do it with your other books, found out itâs not actually a crime to write in books andâŠI guess it became fun.â he explains as he watches you flick through the pages. âI was gonna give this to you at some point. Sounded like a thoughtful idea in my head.â
You donât answer him, simply facing him in silence before continuing, âI wouldâve been sucking your dick right now if I wasnât so tired.â
He throws his head back in a loud laugh, the high pitched noise sounding across the room as he nearly curls up from the hilarity. You donât think it was that funny, but maybe itâs because you were telling the truth. Youâre pretty sure youâve joked about wanting to do that to someone whoâd do something like this for you, perhaps you could find the transcripts hidden in some text messages with Nayeon later to show Mingyu.
 His laughter is contagious regardless, giggles of your own coming out as you watch him practically lose it.Â
âI think you need to go to sleep,â you comment through bouts of laughter.Â
He sighs a vocal sigh as he calms down slowly, agreeing with your suggestion that the near morning delirium was getting to both of your heads. You rest your newly acquired, yet equally prized possession to the side, finally turning in for the night as he reaches to turn his night lamp off.Â
Mingyu moves to press his forehead into yours, not before placing a tiny peck into your lips as he mumbles against them in the dark, âI love you.â
âI love you,â you hum back as you press your lips together one last time, finally letting his breathing lull you into sleep.Â
The mattress is foreign, so is the pillow, and so are the scents that linger in the room. Itâs colder than youâd usually have it and the blankets feel different on your skin. And despite the most foreign thing in the room, the one that has his arms and legs wrapped around you, the one that whispered his love for you into your skin before drifting off, you find yourself falling into a sleep thatâs more blissful than any youâve had in a very, very long time.Â
The sun is doing nothing to help itself against the tide of annoyance tht rises in your sleepy state. Youâd get up and yank the curtains but canât bring yourself to have the motivation to leave the soft mattress, simply bunching the blanket up to your face to block out the remnants of sun rays that invade the room. Youâve nearly lulled yourself back to sleep when you start registering noises coming from outside the bedroom walls, muffled yet familiar.Â
Your brother is talking about something you canât make out, Seokminâs voice is undeniable despite passing through the folded layers of comforters around your head. You donât doubt the presence of the sweat thatâs probably already accumulated on your scalp.Â
 Thereâs nothing that alarms you in the moment despite Seokminâs yapping â that is until you hear a second voice.
You recognize it immediately as the sound of Mingyuâs talking, the words equally as muffled yet the intonation clear all the same.Â
Kicking the sheets off of your overheating body, you squint as you open your eyes in a desperate attempt to reign yourself back to earth, recollections of the past twenty four hours hurtling back to you like a constant line of K.Oâs.Â
The gallery, the picture, the drive up to Mingyuâs place,the sex, the falling asleep in his arms. You sit up in Mingyuâs bed, clad in nothing but his own T-shirt as you realize your brother is downstairs talking to Mingyu, and you have no idea if he knows you're here.Â
You realize very quickly that youâre trapped, being left with no other option than to remain in Mingyuâs bedroom until he comes back up to give you the clear, despite wanting to walk out to take the tiniest peek. Youâre not sure whatâs worse, getting caught or sitting in the growing pool of anxiety before Mingyu gets back.Â
Itâs a long, long twenty minutes, in which youâve done just about everything to get to hear their conversation a bit better; or to distract yourself from the fact that itâs happening at all. Pressing your ear to the door before going back to make the bed. Freshening up in the bathroom before going back to jamming your eye into the keyhole (you arenât sure why considering door faces a plain wall). You even hijacked a spare cup Mingyu had lying around the room to stick into the wall, hoping all those Mr. Bean cartoons hadnât been lying to you.Â
They were simply talking in a tone too low for your ears to catch (despite the Mr. Bean hack), and you resorted to scrolling on your phone to pass the remaining time. Itâs catastrophic to say the least, when youâre met with a string of frantic messages from Nayeon as well as a couple missed calls from your brother.Â
[Nayeon]: fuck [Nayeon]: i didnt see this [Nayeon]: he called this morning asking about you [Nayeon]: i accidentally told him you werent here [Nayeon]: im so sorry where are you [You]: its okay its my fault for texting so late [You]: i was at mingyus place [You]: ill tell you more later [Nayeon]: WHAT???
By the time Mingyu walks in, heâs mildly surprised to see you awake, pausing at the door as he takes in your huddled form. You sit up immediately, noting his still messy hair and the backwards sweatshirt heâs thrown on over his boxers. The question tumbles out of your lips before you can help it, âWas that Seokmin?â
âGood morning to you too,â he grumbles sarcastically, coming up on the bed to join you in your huddle fest. Youâre a little embarrassed at the way youâve greeted him first thing when he sees you, but his expression when he continues replaces it with something akin to fear. âAnd yeah, it was him.â
You want to ask him a follow up question, but you arenât sure what to say, simply staring at him, hoping heâd get the hint and continue by himself. He does.Â
âThe idiot has a spare key so he justâŠâ He trails off, rubbing his hands on his face, âhe just walked in straight to the room. Got the shock of his life, I suppose, âcause it woke me up while you kept snoring.âÂ
âHe walked into the room?!â you nearly screech, hand clamped over mouth, horrified. âWhat did he say to you?â
Mingyu has the audacity to laugh, simply tugging you back down on the bed to hold you. You briefly wonder how heâs so casual about this. âThereâs not really an expected reaction from someone when they find you half naked in bed with their sister.âÂ
The haphazardly shoved sweatshirt and no pants look was starting to make sense. âI heard you talking downstairs, what were you talking about?âÂ
âNothing you have to worry your pretty little head about,â his lips graze the shell of your ear as he snuggles further into you. âHe wants you home by seven though.âÂ
You throw your head back in a whine, âGod, what am I gonna do?âÂ
âYouâll be fine, he didnât smack me, he canât possibly be that mad at you.âÂ
âWhat was he then, ecstatic?â you retort.Â
âI mean,â his energy shifts a little. âI think heâs just a little hurt that he wasnât told.âÂ
âSo youâve done your damage control and now I need to pray he doesnât disown me.âÂ
âGod, youâre being so negative,â he comments and you canât help but round up on him.
âAnd youâre acting like you donât care!â
Heâs planting a fat kiss on your cheek at your outburst, coming in to coddle you even more. âIâm kidding, I just want you to relax, donât be upset.âÂ
âHas he given you his verdict yet?â you ask quietly.
He sighs at the question and you canât imagine his answer being any good. âNot yet, pretty up in the air about it.âÂ
When he sees you deflate even more in his arms, he continues, âIâm sure heâs gonna come around, he loves you too much to not. Itâs just a matter of time while he gets to make sense of the situation, donât worry about it.âÂ
âI hope so,â you reply.
âWe might have wash his socks for the next five years once he does, but itâs okay.âÂ
You canât help but snort at the prospect, âHis feet are stinkier than the regular humanâs, are you sure about that?â
He grins, âIâd do it for you.â
You push his face away, rolling your eyes at his attempt to be sappy. âYouâre gonna keep me for five years?âÂ
His smile drops as you feel the atmosphere shift in the slightest, his presence moving impossibly closer to you. âIâm gonna keep you forever.â
Hearing it is enough to have you lurching forward, closing the final gap between you so you can give in to the urge to kiss him. Heâs enthusiastic to give back, pulling your body to face him entirely as you mumble between kisses, âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
The rest of the day (once your anxietyâs calmed down, at least) is spent loitering around each other as you migrate around the house in random excess. He makes you breakfast, and you need to physically restrain him to stop feeding you every bite of pancake and bacon. You let him make your favourite for lunch though, after you finally admitted how much you truly liked his Chow Mein, going as far as to run to the store to grab the stuff he was missing. He returns with a bag of groceries, not missing an abnormal amount of moonpie value packs that he stashes in his cabinets because âyouâre gonna be around all the timeâ.Â
6:30 rolls around quicker than either of you would have liked, needing to wiggle out of Mingyuâs hold on his couch to change out of your half naked state. He continues to delay you another ten minutes as he refuses to open his car door to let you walk into the apartment building, leaning over the console to continue mumbling whines between your own consoling kisses.Â
By the time youâre making the walk of shame up to your door, the pit of anxiety that began to brew this morning returns from its dormancy, no Mingyu here to help ease your nerves, Gripping your key tight in your hands, you brace yourself to jam and twist to finally end this matter once and for all (at least you hope you can).Â
Seokmin is waiting on the couch for arrival like a parent waiting to catch their child in the act. He briefly glances over at you as you whisper a tame âHiâ, slipping off your shoes. He doesnât reply as he merely grabs the remote to pause his show, casting a heightened awkward atmosphere at the silence thatâs now engulfing the room. You tread carefully over to the couch, where Seokmin sits with his arms crossed.Â
It takes one look at his face for you to suddenly want to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. He didnât look angry, and perhaps you wouldâve preferred his aggression if it didnât mean having to look at a hurt Seokmin. You sit in silence for a couple dramatic minutes, hoping he would start talking so you wouldnât have to. Yet, when you realize you might have to say something anyway for fear of crushing under the pressure, you find yourself opening your mouth.Â
âAre you upset?â Of course, heâs upset, you idiot.
âI justââ he starts, before sighing. âI just wish one of you wouldâve told me what was going on.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry,â you reply. âI didnât want either of you to have an excuse to be upset with each other, so I justâŠâ
âI get that it was a recent thing but I think I deserved as much to know what was happening when I wasnât around.â
You wince as speaks, realizing he hasnât caught on to the fact that this isnât recent at all â for you at least. âUm, about thatâŠâ
âWhat? Thereâs more?â he scoffs.Â
âI, uhâŠIâve liked him since like fifth gradeââ Heâs immediately jaw dropped, eyes bulged, taking a sharp breath. âBut! In my defense, it was really obviousâitâs honestly your fault for not noticing.â
âMyâMy fault?!â he sputters. âThatâs like, forever, and you told me nothing? Mingyu told me this was recent, why did he lie?âÂ
âHe didnât, nothing happened till last night, I swear.â You cringe at what youâre entailing. âIt was just me that liked him for that long, he figured it out pretty early on butâŠâ
âHeâs finally reciprocating now?â he suggests, almost sarcastically.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out lightly.Â
âThis is insane,â he blows out a breath of air, massaging his temples.Â
âIâm not being stupid about him,â you mutter lowly, âThis isnât some puppy dog crush, especially not after so long.âÂ
Heâs silent.Â
âIâm telling you this because I donât want you to think Iâm jumping into this blind, especially for what it means for you too.âÂ
No response.Â
âIâm sorry that you had to find out like this, itâs really not how I wanted it to go.â And when youâre met with even more silence, you find yourself continuing. âPlease, talk to me. Cuss me out if you want, Iâd honestly rather you yell at me.â
Seokmin sighs for the near hundredth time, finally looking like he might say something. âI want you to listen to me very carefully.â Â
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, mind immediately going to the worst. Was he going to ask you to break up with him?
âIâm gonna choose to trust the both of you on this,â he starts, and you nearly melt into the cushions, âItâs your life, you can date whoever you want. AndâŠI guess Mingyu is better than someone else. Probably uses bad hair gel though.âÂ
Youâre catapulting yourself off the couch at the sound of that, throwing yourself onto an unassuming Seokmin. âThank you, thank you, thank you!âÂ
âOW! Okay! Geez, get off,â he grumbles as he finally stops wrestling you to let go of him, hugging you back as you squeeze his shoulders tight.Â
âI promise I wonât keep anything like this from you again.âÂ
âYou better not,â he huffs as you let go of him, âDonât think this means youâre forgiven. You still have a lot to tell me.âÂ
âI promise I wonât leave out a thing.â
The following weeks are near bliss, following your very loud confrontation with Nayeon when she gets back from her summer vacation, her screams at every plot turn having you praying for her neighbors. You doubt she believed you despite everything, not until she physically sees Mingyu come in one day, making a beeline to peck you on the lips before greeting anyone else. Her dropped jaw was very telling.Â
Even now, as Mingyu sports the title of the lame alumnus that still hangs around campus as he grips your hand, walking through the grass, the double takes youâre receiving seem to be traveling quite fast. You wouldnât necessarily blame them considering the trickier than usual dynamic you sport due to your brother (and you guess due to his reputation as well).Â
But you also knew theyâd be quick to die out as the newer batches of students come flying in â Mingyu will soon become a very well kept secret, in one way if not the other.Â
His neighbors, however, must be wishing he had the same sentiment as well, considering the absolutely foul noises that are coming from his apartment.Â
Youâre learning very quickly that Mingyuâs innocent touchiness can turn into something of the opposite at any given time, exhibit A being now as you try your damn hardest to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth as Mingyu works his own mouth on your cunt. The knees over his shoulders are shivering from the expense, fingers pumping into your hole as he rubbed a particular spot with his tongue that had you gripping onto his hair tight.Â
As much as Mingyu loves to hear you, you find his other hand being brought up to place two fingers in your mouth for you as the perfect pacifier, sounds limiting extensively.Â
By the time youâre coming undone, sprawled on his couch like you just ran a marathon, youâre quick to realize that he has no intention of letting you have a breather. It takes one shove for him to pull his pulsing length out of his pants, tip pushing into your still sopping hole as he invited all of him inside you.Â
Youâll never forget the first time Mingyu fucked you raw, right after you told him he had the green light after taking your birth control pills. It was magic, youâve never seen him this vocal as he finished inside you nearly four times in a single night. His moans remain loud even still, as he brings your thighs to press over your chest, basically folding you in half. The mere sound of your wetness as he pumps in and out of you is enough to have you nearly careening over the edge, especially when you feel a desperate hand reach out to rub fast circles on your clit.Â
You throw your head back as you cum for the second time, pulsing around him in a grip Mingyu canât believe has the ability to become tighter. Itâs enough for him though, as he leans his forehead against your chest as he releases himself inside you.Â
He doesnât think heâll ever get tired of it, watching you filled to the brim with his cum, even as it drips onto the blankets youâve laid down below. He has half a mind to stuff the liquid back inside you, but fears youâre tired enough, the overstimulation too much for you.Â
By the time youâve cleaned up and resumed the movie you shouldâve been done with hours ago, cuddled impossibly close to him, you find yourself remembering something quite out of the blue.
âHey, not that I really care anymore,â you start, âBut who were the guys you were talking to that day? From the party.â
âStopped hanging out with them ages ago,â Mingyu scoffs, face souring at the mention of them. âI mean, it was me who said all that bullshit, but they werenât exactly good influences either. Learned that pretty quick.â
âOh,â you reply simply, letting your head fall back onto his chest.
He doesnât seem to be having any of it, grabbing your chin to have you face him. âIâm still really sorry about that. I donât care if you chase my tail for another fifty years, itâll always be adorable.â
âForgave you a long time ago, but I think I have a condition now.âÂ
He quirks a brow at your words. âWhat does her Highness ask of me?â
âThat you chase my tail for another fifteen to make up for all the running Iâve done.âÂ
Heâs laughing at that, agreeing to your condition as places loving smooches all over your face. âConsider it done.â
Itâs later on in the night, both of you huddled in ratty hoodies and mismatched slippers, plastic bag crinkling along Mingyuâs arm as you giggle about something he said. Youâre enjoying your fudgsicle in the peace and serenity of the 1 AM hour, making your trek home after raiding the corner store down the block. Mingyu suddenly halts in his tracks as he sees a particularly pretty set of flowers, illuminated by the fluorescent street lights.Â
âBabe, babe, stand here let me take a picture of you.â
âWhat?â you frown, holding up your stick of iced chocolate. âIâm not done yet.â
You watch as he grabs the melting popsicle from your hand downing the entire thing in one go as you watch him, hand still outstretched and jaw dropped. âMingyu, you bitch!â
He only smiles as he mulls the chocolate in his mouth, words basically gibberish, ââereâs more in the baâ, now go stan'!âÂ
You huff as you trudge to where he was asking you to pose, throwing a couple peace signs to satiate the home video urges in him so you could rip open your second fudgsicle.Â
âWait! You got a little chocolate on your mouth.â he announces, and you stick your tongue out to lick past the remnants of the sweetness. âNoâ wait.â
He walks over to you as your still trying to find the spot you missed, unassuming as he swings into your face to kiss the remaining off. âOh, nevermind, it was nothing.âÂ
You push him off as heat crawls up your face, feigning annoyance at his antics. You decide to forgive him when rips open another fudgsicle for you, offering it with both hands, promising to not steal a single lick. You believe him, snatching the stick from him as you continue your trek home.Â
Itâs not until heâs attempting to send you the pictures he just took to your phone so you could post them (which, with the way you looked, fat chance) that he notices something in your albums.Â
âOh, are these grad photos?â he asks as he clicks the album open.
âMhm,â you hum not paying too much attention as you walked and ate.Â
âWhyâs there only one picture here?â he asks as he pulls up to find nothing more left to load.Â
Itâs only then that you bring your full attention to your phone in his hand as you realize what picture heâs talking about, âOh god, donât look at that one.â
He does the obvious thing and opens it anyway, a louder than necessary âawâ coming out his mouth. âWhy do you look like Iâm about to eat you?âÂ
âIt felt like it!â you whine, remembering the moment clear as day. âThey kept pestering me to take a picture with you too, I was tryna book it out of there at first chance.âÂ
He giggles as he zooms into the photo, âIâm sending this to myself.â
You groan loudly at the thought, âGod, just delete it, leave it alone.â
He tucks the phone into himself further, not letting you grab it. âNo, youâre not deleting it. Why do you have it tucked into a separate folder if you hate it so much.â
Heâs got you there, you realize quickly, and he reigns in his victory as he watches you grimace at the phone slightly, adding on, âit has a lot of feelings attached to it, I get it. But look, we can attach new feelings to it, now youâll think about right now the next time you see it.â
âThink about you hijacking my fudgsicles? I think I prefer heartbreak,â you say, bringing your half eaten pop closer to your body in case he tries anything.Â
Youâre deemed correct when he replies, motioning towards your concealed treat, âCareful, I can still pounce when youâre not looking.âÂ
Shoving your hands into the swinging bag hanging on Mingyuâs arm, you bring out a thing of sausage and shove it towards him, âYou leave me and my fudgsicle alone, go be lousy and suck on this or whatever.â
âYouâd know alot about that, wouldnât you?â he notes casually, grabbing the sausage anyway as he unwraps it to take a bite.Â
It takes you a second to realize what heâs talking about while he stares at you with a mischievous expression, coming to shove him when the innuendo finally registers in your head. You do the opposite this time, pointing the melting chocolate toward him instead, threatening to smear it all over his white hoodie.Â
He laughs at the sight, disarming you by simply moving your wrist away, coming to kiss you on the mouth hard regardless of your annoyed expression.Â
âLove yaââ he giggles.Â
âHm.â
âWhat, hm? Say it back.â
You pretend to wonder, âI donât think so.â
âSay it!â he groans, âSay it, say it!âÂ
You manage to wriggle out of his hold, booking it before he realises whatâs happening.Â
âHey!âÂ
Your both probably waking up the entire neighborhood with how loud youâre yelling and laughing, and even when he manages to tackle you down on somebodyâs lawn, coaxing the words out of you with borderline violence, you still manage to smile, thanking your lucky stars that you got what you wanted after all.Â
âWhatâre you thinking about?â he asks with an undertone.Â
âThanking my stars they led me to you,â you reply.Â
âMore like the other way around. Needed the fattest fucking star to realize what was in front of me all along,â he jests himself.Â
It sparks a laugh out of you. âI love you.â
âAnd I love you.â
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sugar baby | alexia putellas x reader
a big big big thank you to @codiemarin because this fic would not exist without her suggestions and ideas!!! also back from my hiatus (maybe) hope yall enjoy!
warnings: smut 18+ minors dni
This had become normal for you.
Every second night, instead of lying in the comfort of your own sheets or servicing clients in the club you used to work at, you were standing in the kitchen of your newest employer, plating up the takeout that had been chosen for tonight.
Sunday nights were take out nights, because it was typically Alexiaâs game night, which meant she was starving by the time she was home and looking for a quick eat. Majority of the time, she was riding on an adrenaline high, which meant one thing, you were in for it.
Sundayâs had very quickly become your favourite night of the week for this reason, Sunday night had expectations, ones that Alexia was extremely specific about.
You were to have dinner done by the time she was home, you were to be wearing whatever lingerie sheâd most recently bought for you, the shortest skirt in your wardrobe and your cunt and ass stuffed with the vibrator and butt plug that Alexia required you to wear in preparation before she got home.
Normally, being stuffed exhilarates you, itâs your favourite way to spend your afternoons in Alexiaâs apartment, as you aimlessly clean and spend time on Alexiaâs balcony reading in the Barcelona sun. Normally, she edges you for hours before she returns home, controlling the vibrator stuffed in your pussy with the app on her phone. Today though, sheâs left you stuffed but with no stimulation. Itâs equally exhilarating knowing that Alexia is giving you a bit of a break, knowing that it means sheâs going to destroy you as soon as she walks through the door.
Alexia after a game is always your favourite version of Alexia, itâs like all of the control issues, the built up adrenaline and exhaustion somehow mix into a perfectly horny Alexia who always managed to make you feel good in all of the worst ways.
You swore that you didnât hear the door open or Alexiaâs footsteps making their way through her apartment, slowly approaching you, too focused on plating up the food and making it look less like it had been crammed into a plastic container and more like it was a home cooked meal. Chances were Alexia couldnât care less, as long as everything was clean and put away by the time she got home and the food was good then none of it really mattered.
She snuck up on you, her hand gently placing itself on the back of your neck. You did your best not to scream in surprise, instead squealing as quietly as possible at the warm hand that was now pressed firmly against your mostly bare thigh.
Aleâs breath is also equally as warm against your neck, you can tell just by her grip and firmness that itâs been a tough game, a bad day for her standards.
You never check the scores on her matches for this exact reason, it meant that there was always some element of surprise as to how Alexiaâs mood was going to be when she arrived home, if it was a good game, an easy game, then she tended to be a bit more mellowed out, floaty and happy on the adrenaline high she was coming off of, bad games however could result in many different versions of Alexia.
âHola.â
Your voice is croaky, the sudden pressure on the nape of your neck making it harder to enunciate.
âHola.â
Alexiaâs voice is short and scrapy, like sheâs been yelling for hours upon hours, which you suppose could be the case.
âDinner is on the table, from Clariceâs.â
Itâs a boutiquey mediterranean place that Alexia loves.
For you, itâs mind boggling that sheâs willing to spend such an insane amount of money on food that is only half decent, you suppose, though when you have exorbitant amounts of money you might as well spend it.
âYouâre eating with me.â
Alexia doesnât wait for you to take in her words, she grabs onto the hair at the base of your neck and pulls you towards the dining table, dragging you with her.
You donât normally eat with Alexia, preferring to talk with her after her games or prepare yourself how she wished for whatever the rest of the night was going to entail, tonight though she seemed to have other plans.
Instead of guiding you into one of the seats at the table like youâd expected though, Alexia took her own seat, before dragging you down to your knees below her.
The floor was hard on your bare knees, not that you actually minded.
Alexia kept her hand in your hair, locked down on a clump of roots at the lowest point of your hairline where your neck and hair met.
She didnât have to say much, her spare hand tugging at the waistband of her shorts was enough of an indication of exactly what she was expecting you to eat.
Your hands replaced Alexiaâs, nails digging into the elastic of her shorts and tugging them down her ass and thighs. You didnât take your time, not when Alexia was clearly so worked up, you dragged them off of her until they were still pooled at her ankles.
Next you moved onto her panties, taking them off with the same intention as her shorts.
You didnât waste any time staring at the clear wet patch on Alexiaâs panties, or the scuffs and scratches up and down her knees and thighs that told you the game had been rougher than she was letting on.
Her knee was cold, you realised that when your shoulder brushed up against it, like sheâd had an ice pack pressed to it until sheâd walked into the apartment.
Once her panties were off, you took a second to admire her, spread out directly in front of you.
It was one of your favourite sights, quite possibly your number one.
You started at Alexiaâs knee, pressing warm sloppy kisses to the skin on the inside, slowly making your way up to where she wanted you most.
Were you purposely teasing her?
maybe.
It didnât take long, a couple of wet, rough kisses along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh managing to be enough to earn you a harsh pull of your hair, jerking your head backwards so you were looking up at Alexia.
She has a fork in her hand, clearly enjoying her meal.
âDonât test me, keep teasing me and you wonât like the consequences.â
Alexiaâs voice is definite, if you disobey her then sheâs going to punish you, itâs a clear outline of her expectations.
Normally, youâd put yourself right in the middle on the scale of brattiness and submission, maybe teetering a little bit further towards the bratty side.
You knew where to toe the line though.
Praise was something you craved, you didnât necessarily like to be constantly in trouble, you liked to please people and the easiest way to do that was to obey.
So without much fuss, you gently pulled your head from Alexiaâs grip, moving past her thighs and with slight hesitation giving her exactly what she wanted.
You started with one thick, broad stroke, directly through her heat.
She was soaked, like sheâd been anticipating this her whole way home, which sent a shiver down your spine.
Alexia pushed you where she wanted, up to her clit, you got the message and started to suck, hard.
It was exactly how Alexia liked it, your teeth grazing her most sensitive place every so often, her hips jerking so slightly when you did.
You werenât all that surprised when her hand reached from your hair to the place inbetween your shoulders, tapping until you correct your posture.
It was random things like that Alexia was a complete freak over, posture, cleanliness, little stupid things that you couldnât have cared less about.
Yet for some reason, you found yourself adjusting to how Alexia wanted you, even if it meant your head was that much closer to hitting the bottom of the table and your back was now cramping. It was worth it if it meant that Alexia was more at ease and you could avoid punishment.
Alexia wasnât a loud lover, on a good day the best you could get out of her was a groan or if it was a really good day then a moan, it wasnât any surprise to you though if you couldnât get anything out of her.
Alexia stayed silent, apart from the noises of her slowly making her way through the food youâd plated up for her.
You had become a master of Alexiaâs body, it was necessary considering she was so quiet, you knew her tell tale signs and exactly when she was close and how to get her there.
It didnât take long, it never really did after a game.
You were no scientist or professional as far as women's health went, but you assumed it had something to do with all of the hormones and energy that was built up, it put a person closer to the edge.
You werenât surprised when Alexiaâs thighs slowly began to tighten on either side of your head and her grip on your hair became so tight that you struggled to move against her.
Everything in Alexiaâs body tensed up, she went rigid and then finally, without any show at all, she relaxed, her clit throbbing underneath your mouth and thighs relaxing on either side of your head.
As soon as sheâd come you moved your mouth down from her clit, cautious of over stimulating her too early and instead moving down to her opening and cleaning up the mess that youâd made.
It might have just been the best dinner youâd ever had.
You keep your mouth on her, not wanting to displease her in any way.
As sheâs finishing her food and you lazily kiss and lick her pussy you become progressively more aware of the pooling wet heat that has begun to settle into your panties and is slowly beginning to leak out across your thighs, you feel so full and yet so empty, craving to feel more than the motionless toys that youâve been stuffed with for hours.
Almost as soon as Alexia is setting her fork down on her plate sheâs pushing your head away from her, pushing you back until your ass is sitting on top of the backs of your heels.
âClean up, Iâll be waiting in the bedroom.â
Before you can nod your head Alexia is already standing, walking off towards her bedroom and leaving you on your knees in front of the chair sheâd previously occupied.
With sore knees and arousal dripping all over your face you stood up, collecting Alexiaâs empty plate and walking unsteadily towards the sink and washing it off before stacking it into the dishwasher. You do the same with her cutlery before closing the dishwasher and putting away any other mess youâd made and making sure the kitchen was as youâd found it, if Alexia found anything out of place in the morning you knew sheâd punish you for it, so you took time making sure every meticulous detail was correct.
Alexia kept her home as she kept herself, organised to an obsessive point, everything had a specific space or place that it had to occupy. She had a dish for the tv remote, an alphabetically sorted spice rack, every painting, picture and frame had to be centred and her wardrobe was sorted into so many different categories that you struggled to comprehend how a person could put together an outfit everyday without having an aneurysm.
Alexia loved it though, and for whatever reason she expected you to uphold her level of cleanliness.
Once you were certain that the room was exactly how Alexia liked it, you began walking towards Alexiaâs bedroom, your favourite room in her apartment.
The door was half open, giving you a glance into the space before you stepped foot into the doorway.
The lights were dimmed and whilst you couldnât see Alexia, you could see the items sheâd left out on top of the bed spread and it had you quaking from the inside to out.
The anticipation of actually getting to see Alexia is enough to get you through the door, slowly pushing the door open and allowing yourself to step foot in the room.
It didnât take long for you to find Alexia, she was standing in the doorway of her wardrobe, hands on her hips and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.
She was stark naked, excluding the strap that was hanging from the space in between her legs.
The red dildo was one that youâd never seen before, and for that you were glad.
It looked far larger than anything youâd ever taken with Alexia, there were veins up and down the length of it and the girth alone was intimidating, the length though, the length was enough to make your eyes pop out of your skull.
Alexia looked as smug as ever, the cocky grin on her face and the way that her muscles bulged out just above the strap. Alexiaâs got a good body, she knows it, everybody on earth who has a functioning brain knows it. Itâs one of your guilty secrets that you get it all to yourself, that you get to see parts of her body that nobody else gets to. Youâve seen thousands of women, super models, athletes, people from all walks of life but youâre fairly certain that nobody would ever come close to Alexia Putellas.
It wasnât just her body either, it was her demeanour, her aura, everything about her was attractive to you. She was a good person, but she was also a good fuck, the best sex youâd had in your life was with Alexia and youâd worked in a sex club for years. You canât be taught experience or confidence, itâs something that you have or you donât and Alexia was the best. You supposed she liked to be the best at everything, the best at football, the best at life, the best at sex. Her strive for perfection in all walks of life never deterred.
âAlexia.â
Alexia pouted at you, her hands anchored at her hips, giving you a full view of her full breasts and her rock hard nipples.
âThatâs not what you call me.â
You bit down on your lip, the stickiness between your thighs only getting stickier.
âDaddy.â
Alexiaâs smirk broadened, her teeth biting down into her lip.
âYes baby?â
You felt your pussy quiver, your cheeks reddening.
âItâs to big.â
Alexiaâs smirk faded in a matter of seconds, the blonde starting to take steps towards you.
âI donât like that attitude baby girl, youâll take what I give you unless you want to make me mad, and I donât think you want that, hm?â
The condescending voice, the way her eyes looked down at you, the saunter in her steps. If you hadnât already soaked your thong then it was now.
âDaddy, itâs huge.â
Alexia nodded, like you were telling her what day it was instead of talking about the appendage that was attached to her hips.
âWanna say that again? Wanna make me mad? Wanna put me in an even worse mood than that game did, because I recall that your one job is to do the exact opposite.â
Sheâs right, you were quite literally employed by her as a means for her to manage her stress. It had started at the club youâd worked at, Alexia spending half of her week in the shitty mildewy basement of a run down sex club in Barcelona just to enjoy your company. Eventually she was spending more time paying for your time at the club than at her own home and that was when she made the decision to give you a proposition, one youâd accepted happily.
âNo daddy.â
Alexia nods her head, taking the final step to bridge the gap between the two of you.
âThatâs what I thought princesa, now how about you lie back on the bed for me, you know how I like you.â
You didnât hesitate, brushing past Alexia and straight to her bed, climbing on top of the covers as gracefully as you could manage, trying to give Alexia a show as you crawled your way to the top of the bed. Once you made it to the pillows you flipped onto your back, opening your legs for Alexia and keeping still as she liked you.
Alexia peered down at you, admiring the clear wet patch that was embedded in your thong. It was a sight that she was equally as grateful for every time she got to see it, the evidence that you were just as needy and worked up as she was, that you were equally as desperate for her as she was for you.
âSo wet princesa, is that all for me? Does your perfect little pretty cunt get worked up at the thought of me?â
She knows the answer, she only asks you to try and get a kick out of you, to rile you up and try and get you to brat back at her, you know her tricks and you know that itâs best to answer her with some kind of submissive variation.
âYes daddy.â
Alexia moves her way around to the side of the bed, leaning over to reach for your chin, her index finger pointing it up so youâre looking at her eye-to-eye.
âYouâve been good today? Doing as I asked and not touching what belongs to me?â
You shake your head obediently, youâve learnt from experience that disobeying Alexia is the worst possible thing you could do, for starters the woman always seems to find the truth anyways and sheâs more creative than most with her punishment tactics.
âYes daddy, Iâm always good for you.â
Alexia smirks big and wide, her grip on your chin tightening.
âIâll be the decider of that. What colour are you princesa?â
You take a big deep breath before answering Alexia, composing yourself to give her a proper answer.
âGreen, daddy.â
Alexia nods, her fingers staying on your chin with a grip that you couldnât even try to escape.
âHow are you feeling about being tied up baby?â
You thought about the question for a few seconds.
âFine, Iâm green daddy, Iâll let you know if I donât like anything.â
Alexia smiles, softer, less aggressively domineering.
âThatâs what I like to hear, what are your rules?â
You almost roll your eyes, almost.
Alexiaâs made you memorise them, you know them like you know the colour of your eyes and the surface of your palm.
âI know my rules daddy.â
Alexiaâs soft smile reverts to the harsh line, the same one youâd been met with when sheâd found you in the kitchen.
âI didnât ask if you knew them, I asked you to tell me them. Donât make me have to punish you when youâve been so well behaved so far, what are your rules, slut?â
Alexiaâs grip turns into a bruising hold, her finger tips digging into the skin of your chin bone.
âNo touching myself without permission. No talking without permission unless Iâm spoken to. No cumming without permission. Use my safewords if I want to stop at any time. No moving unless you tell me too. If you tell me to do something, do it.â
Alexia nods, climbing onto the bed beside you and hovering her face just inches above yours.
âThereâs my good girl, you can be good if you want to, huh?â
Once again, you do your very best to shrug off the condescension in Alexiaâs words, smiling at her and simply nodding your head.
âYes daddy.â
Alexia leans down, pulling your bottom lip with her teeth before your lips even begin to meet hers. Everything about the kiss is as controlled as Alexia, she goes at her own pace, deepening it when and however she likes, eventually pushing her tongue into your mouth.
Itâs slower than youâd like, and with both of your holes still stuffed but unstimulated itâs ten times harder to endure, but you assume thatâs Alexiaâs doing, sheâs trying to get you as riled up as possible, although you are unsure of her endgame.
âYou look so pretty with my cum all over your face baby, I taste divine if I do say so myself.â
Alexiaâs fingers begin to trail down your body, over the top of the lace that your breasts are confined to and straight down to the waistband of your panties, gently brushing over your hips before her hand dipped below the wet lace and swiped through your heat two times, collecting as much arousal as she could without touching any of the places that you were yearning for her the most.
Alexiaâs hands are gone almost as quickly as they arrived, her hand creating a gap in between the kiss. Her fingers replace your lips, her index and middle finger being pushed into her mouth.
The way that Alexia sucks, nips and licks at her fingers is simply mesmerising, you're in a trance watching her.
âSuch a fucking filthy slut, all wet from getting daddy off, huh? You taste magnificent, baby.â
The mixture of praise and degrading has your head spinning in circles, all of the different words mixing inside your head, sending you into that perfect headspace that Alexia always managed to drift you into.
âOpen.â
Alexiaâs fingers, now wet with her slobber, tapped at your chin and without any hesitation whatsoever you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out.
Within seconds, Alexia was spitting into your mouth, directly onto your waiting tongue.
âSwallow.â
You obey her once again, swallowing the spit on your tongue, faintly tasting your own arousal mixed in.
âHow do you taste, baby?â
You focus on swallowing properly before answering Alexia.
âHorny, daddy.â
Alexia rolls her eyes before landing a sharp but playful slap to the inside of your thigh, plastering it with more wetness.
âBehave and maybe Iâll do something about it.â
Alexiaâs lips donât return to yours, instead they hover just far enough out of reach that you canât connect yours with hers.
Alexia lifts herself up and off the mattress, walking over to the pile of different toys sheâs left out on the bench at the foot of the bed and picking out a set of silk ties.
She walks back over to you, reaching for your wrists and knotting the silk around them before reaching up to the posts on each side of your bed and securing your wrists to them. Once sheâs done she nods at you to check them, you move your wrists accordingly, testing her bonds.
Theyâre tight and methodically done, immobilising you how Alexia wishes, but theyâre also loose enough that if you really tried youâd be able to escape them without much effort.
Once Alexiaâs satisfied with her knotwork she walks back over to her pile, picking out a few items that she keeps hidden from you.
Alexia crawls her way back up the mattress, stop halfway up your body and opting to pull the sticky panties off of you, she peels them off of you, slowly tugging them down your hips until theyâre sitting at your ankles. Alexia trails her fingers back up a long your legs, tracing little white lines across your skin with her nails as they made their way back up to the space that your panties had previously covered.
Alexia didnât touch anything, instead she gently began to tug at the vibrator nestled deep inside of you, itâs lying painfully motionless inside of you and whilst you were more than happy to be filled up with something, itâs almost a relief having it removed.
âSuch a good girl staying stretched out for daddy, hmm?â
You nod your head at Alexia, trying your hardest to keep your composure as she gently traces the tissue around your hole, never dipping inside though.
âSuch a pretty little pussy, so perfect for daddy to stretch out and play with.â
You suck in a deep breath as Alexiaâs hand comes down in a firm but quick slap, the pain flashing across your most sensitive areas.
Your back arches, a few months ago you would have been embarrassed that your body was seeking out that kind of contact but with Alexia that all changed, how could you feel embarrassed when she looked and talked about your body like it was created by God himself.
Her hand comes down again, this time more targeted towards your clit, it takes everything you have to turn the scream that was ready in your chest into a groan.
âBe as loud as you want, princesa, itâs not going to make me stop and itâs not going to make your body dislike what Iâm doing to you.â
Alexiaâs hand comes down again, the squelchy slap ringing out across the room, this time itâs more targeted directly at your stretched out hole. This time you let out something that sounds more like a ringed out scream, your vocal cords unable to truly suppress the extreme amounts of pain and pleasure that are being sent through the nerve receptors across your cunt.
Another two slaps fall in quick succession and by the end of both of them youâre groaning and moaning as much as your lungs will allow, hips chasing any contact you can possibly get or find.
âSuch a little pain slut arenât you, desperate for any kind of contact daddy will give you, you take it so well princesa.â
Alexia places gentle kisses across your hips and thighs, itâs nice, but itâs nowhere near what you want from her.
âAle, please.â
Alexiaâs lips move from your skin almost immediately, her head jerking up to look at you, her brows knitted in annoyance.
âItâs daddy to you, slut. The only noises I want to hear coming from your mouth are the sweet little sounds that you make when Iâm touching you, understood?â
You nod your head, well aware that too much disobedience will earn you a very sore ass and no relief for the night.
Alexia reaches down to her pile at the end of the bed, picking up something that you donât get a look at.
You find out quick enough, when you hear the whirring of a vibrator and seconds later itâs pressed directly against your sore and puffy clit.
Your body thrashes in reply almost immediately, itâs a painful overstimulation that your body was most definitely not ready for.
Your back arches and thighs clench, even though itâs clear that there is no escaping the forced contact, Alexiaâs hand stays steady, pressing the vibrator down hard against your bud. Eventually, the vision blurring pain begins to subside, and your sent into the most unpleasurable slow lead up to your orgasm.
You were close nonetheless, and frighteningly aware that the chances of Alexia giving you an orgasm right now were slim and even if she did it was going to be possibly the least pleasurable one she could give you.
You didnât need to wait long to find out, Alexia sensing your impending orgasm pulled away, giving you a chance to take a deep breath, a mere second.
A second long reprieve was all you got before she laid down another two quick slaps against your clit.
You screamed. As loud as your vocal cords would allow, you screamed. If the overstimulation before had been too much then now it was completely incomprehensible. There was an accumulation of sweat on your forehead similar to the pool of wetness accumulated between your thighs.
Alexia gave you another second to breathe, before the vibrator was pressed straight back against your clit, making you scream once again, your vision full of white as your body shook from the pure pain you were going through.
Alexia wasnât wrong when she called you a pain slut, it was why sheâd frequented you so much at the club, it was why she paid you so much for your company. Not a lot of people could take the amount of pain you were willing to, and still find it pleasurable, yet you loved every single second of it, or you loved the result that always came after taking some pain.
Alexia always made it worth your while, and she knew where your limit was.
âSo perfect bebita, taking what Iâm giving you, youâre so wet princesa.â
Alexiaâs finger trailed down to your hole, briefly dipping inside and collecting some of the wetness. She smeared it across the flat part of your stomach, leaving a long trail of your arousal against your stomach.
âCan you feel that princesa? My little pain slut, hmm? Getting all soaked over me abusing your cunt. Howâs it feel?â
Itâs hard to talk and articulate what youâre feeling considering how much your body is being affected by the painful overstimulation Alexia is putting you through.
âGood daddy, so fucking good.â
Alexia smirks, silently proud of herself and silently just as proud of you.
âMm, you reckon you can take another two for me baby? Another two edges and then youâll get a reward, can you do it for daddy?â
You actually werenât sure if you could, maybe another one, but two seemed like it could be teetering on the edge of too much. Alexia realised your apprehension before you managed to voice it, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
âLetâs try for another one and see how you feel, hmm? Youâve been so good for me princesa, if itâs too much let me know and weâll stop or take a break.â
The soft Alexia fades as soon as you nod your head, the determination on your face returning, you didnât want to disappoint Alexia and you didnât want to tap out unless you were seriously struggling, so you tried to control yourself as much as possible and focus on the lesser sensations.
It didnât take long for you to get close once again, once the pain subsided you were left with pure pleasure, pleasure that was almost as blinding as the pain that you had previously been experiencing.
As soon as it starts to be perfectly, consumingly good, the vibrator is taken from you and your overwhelmed with the pain of Alexiaâs hand coming down on your pussy again. This time around sheâs kind enough to spread her hit across your whole sex, instead of targeting your clit, the pain is there all the same though.
âWhatâs your colour, princesa?â
You take a few seconds to reply, focusing on taking a couple of deep breaths whilst you wait for the immediate pain to pass.
âGreen, Iâm green daddy.â
Alexia reaches up to press another soft kiss to your lips, her lips linger on top of yours.
âYou feel like you can go for another one? Iâll make it worth your while, I promise.â
You take your time replying to her, enjoying the feeling of her lips pressed to yours and the vibrations that would spread across yours whenever she breathed.
âI can go again.â
You could feel Alexiaâs lips perk up against yours, a smirk growing on her face.
She keeps her lips pressed to yours as she brings the vibrator back to your clit, making it a little bit more bearable.
Alexiaâs lips stay connected to yours the whole time, the scream and moans being pushed straight against her lips as you work through the pain and pleasure coming straight from your core. As soon as youâve begun to get closer to the edge, itâs gone and just like every other time, youâre hit with an overwhelming pain as Alexiaâs hand comes down one final time.
Her lips leave yours as you groan and try to process the overstimulation that you can feel radiating across your lower half.
The pain is soothed by Alexiaâs tongue, her lips and tongue flattening out across your puffy clit, it mellows out the pain slightly, but simultaneously begins to push you back towards the edge that you were so desperate to get over but also be away from.
Your hips cant up as a reflex, a reflex that is quickly put to rest as one of Alexiaâs hands pushes down against your hips, keeping you pressed against the mattress.
âStay still and let me clean you up princesa.â
Alexiaâs tongue gently traced itâs way around your cunt, lapping at the wetness and getting as much of it on her tongue as possible. Her spare hand pushed itâs way underneath you, locating the forgotten butt plug nestled between your cheeks and gently tugging at it.
While her mouth doesnât provide any real kind of pleasure, the tugging and twisting of the toy in your ass certainly does. Alexiaâs been stretching you out for weeks, itâs been a slow process, but worth it, itâs elevated your experiences with her that extra bit, to the point where you could probably come solely from her playing with your ass. Youâve got no doubt that one day sheâll want to try it and when that day comes around youâll be more than happy to oblige her, there was something so much more special and sacred about having her play with your ass in ways that nobody else had. You were no anal virgin, working at a sex club meant that youâd experimented more than the average person but never in the ways that Alexia managed to, even now that the two of you were months into your situation she still managed to surprise you by introducing new things.
Alexia didnât wait for you to get to the edge, she needed you to stay conscious and she was fairly certain another edge might put you too far into subspace, to the point where you werenât coherent enough for her to be using how she wanted to. Right now, you seemed to be floating in that perfectly obedient place where you typically fell after some proper exertion, compliant enough to do anything Alexia wanted. It was her favourite place to have you.
You mewled at Alexia as she pulled away, stripping off the rest of her clothes and leaving them in a neatly stacked pile at the foot of the bed before reaching for the strap sheâd left on the edge of the bed and fastening it around her hips with practised ease. It was a new dildo that she had attached to the strap, larger than sheâd had you take before, she was well aware that it might be a bit to big for you, but she was also excited to see if you were up for it.
Alexia crawled her way in between your legs, pressing the silicone cock flat against your stomach before pressing her lips to your neck, reaching behind you to take off the bra that was still attached to you. She keeps her lips attached to the skin across your chest, marking you up just how she liked to. Alexia loved the fact that you were all hers, hers to mark up, hers to order around, hers to come home to.
âDaddy, please.â
With the feeling of silicone pressed against your stomach and Alexiaâs lips sucking deep purple marks along your collarbones, it was hard to not be insanely desperate, especially considering just how much sheâd focused on working you up.
âIâve got you princesa, daddyâs going to make you feel so good.â
Alexia finishes with one last hickey before pushing herself up onto her elbows, giving herself a better view of you.
âGonna give you your reward princesa, gonna make you feel so good.â
Alexia leans back, positioning herself in between your legs and lining herself up with you, slowly beginning to work her way in.
The groan that you let out as Alexia slowly starts to thrust the length into you. Simultaneously, as sheâs slowly working her way in, she reaches down, tugging at the plug still slotted inbetween your cheeks.
It seems to be the right move, because your body practically melts from the mixed stimulation, making it that much easier for Alexia to ease her way in, your body pretty much opening up for her.
Just as she bottoms out, she tugs at the plug, pulling it out and replacing it with her fingers.
You moan in a way that Alexiaâs never heard before, your whole body vibrates along with the moan, like your whole body is generating the sound.
It only spurs Alexia on.
Once sheâs certain that youâre comfortable with the length and width of the strap, she starts to quicken her pace, rocking her hips against yours, her fingers following the same pace. Alexia nudges your legs just a bit further apart and a bit higher up, giving her a better angle to start properly fucking you.
Alexia is mesmerised by the feeling of being inside of you in two different places, she hadnât planned this for tonight, but sheâs so grateful that it happened because it feels different in all of the best ways.
She roughens her pace as you seemingly begin to get closer, your body jerking to meet Alexia for every single thrust.
âD-Daddy, fuck, please.â
Alexia quickens her pace, beginning to roughen her thrusts.
âHold on for me baby, wait till Iâm ready and weâll come together.â
You bite down on your lip hard, the double penetration is making you feel things that youâve never felt before and you feel like you're about to explode in more ways than one.
âPlease daddy, need to come.â
Alexia nods her head, desperate to get herself to the edge so that she can ride it out with you.
âI know baby, just a little bit longer, daddyâs got you.â
Alexia leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw and pistoning her hips as hard as possible, getting enough friction against her clit for her own orgasm to begin to grow, the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten.
âGo ahead baby, come with daddy, Iâve got you.â
It doesnât take long before youâre plummeting over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a semi-truck, quite literally.
You go boneless immediately, all the pent up pleasure and pain finally coursing itâs way throughout your veins and all the nerves inside of you lighting up like a christmas tree.
Alexiaâs orgasm isnât as strong but it hits her all the same, she pulls out slowly before collapsing on top of you, slotting her head into the crook of your neck and letting the both of you come down.
When your body stops shaking and your breathing evens out, Alexia lifts herself off of you, pulling the strap off of herself before lying down next to you and bringing you into her arms, allowing you to come down in her arms.
The skin to skin contact does wonders for you, sending you into a warm cloud of post sex happiness as you burrow your way into Alexiaâs neck, trying your hardest to jump inside of her skin.
âPrincesa.â
You try your hardest to ignore Alexia, opting to attach yourself to her.
âPrincesa, câmon you need to get up.â
Alexia doesnât have the heart to actually try and lift you off of her, but she does have a brain that is telling her that there are things that need to be done before she can enjoy your company in her sheets.
âPrincesa, go to the bathroom, Iâll fetch us both some water from the kitchen and then we can have cuddles, okay?â
You groan into Alexiaâs neck, clearly displeased with her suggestion but also forcing yourself off of Alexia to do as sheâs asked, knowing that it is the logical thing to do.
âI want cuddles when I get back, proper cuddles.â
Alexia rolls her eyes.
âI donât pay you for cuddles.â
Itâs lighthearted, a joke that has you even rolling your eyes.
âNo but you probably should, Iâm a pretty awesome cuddler.â
Alexia snorts, nodding her head, itâs true.
âCuddles once you pee and drink some water, okay? Iâll even sleep in an extra hour for you, how does that sound?â
Itâs an offer youâve got no business denying.
âMeet you back in bed?â
Alexia nods her head, already making her way into the kitchen.
âIâll meet you there.â
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THE SMALLFOLKâS PRINCESS
PAIRING: Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader, Dark!Greens x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: After meeting you whilst scouring for his brother, Aemond finds himself interested in you. Even if you arenât a Targaryen, and itâs not like you can resist a Dragon, right?
WARNINGS: Dark Themes, Stalking, Jealousy, Abuse of power, Intimidation, Marriage
WORDCOUNT: 2.2K
A/N: Iâve been wanting to start posting again, and with Hotd s2 I have the perfect come back period :) Requested here.
Youâd been shopping for chicken at the markets for your brothers birthday. Your mother wanted to make his favourite dish and your father had returned home from Driftmark where he owned a fleet of fishing vessels.
Your family was middle class. Youâd never gone to bed hungry, and were raised in a family of love. Whilst you didnât have the money to buy a new dress or jewellery every week, you were more than comfortable with what you had and grateful.
Your parents had worked hard for everything they had and they only wanted the best for you. To marry someone who could care for you and so they wouldnât have to worry for your safety.
You wanted safety. Youâd seen some of the worst parts of Kings Landing, and heard the rumours of Flea Bottoms past notoriety for its darkness.
All you wanted was to never experience it, or have your children experience it. To know your family was secure. You cared, some would say too much.
You especially cared for your family. So picking the best ingredients and foods for tonight was crucial in your mind. As you browsed the meat, you couldnât help but feel exposed, vulnerable. Was someone watching you right now?
With a swift turn youâd managed to view a finale of a dark hood bowing down as your gaze reached it. But it simply disappeared amongst the sea of people, odd.
You returned to the stall and picked your choices, âThank you, keep the change.â The seller beamed as she gladly accepted the offer, âOh bless you sweet girl.â You nodded your head before collecting your bag. Everything needed for dinner had been bought, except a certain drink.
Youâd never heard of it before, but apparently it was only sold out of a brothel. How fun.
Your hand coiled around your bag as you passed unsavoury characters. To be in the pits of Kings Landing was idiotic in all honestly, especially for a woman alone. But you had a sense of security in the dagger by your hip.
A glimpse of silver hair to your side caused your head to tilt, what Targaryen would spend their time here?
Prince Aegon of course. âAegon!â Aemond yelled for his brother as the elder of the two ran through the crowd colliding into surrounding people.
The Prince continued to run recklessly as you and others watched the scene unfold. He was obviously drunk and you couldnât help but feel bad for the younger Targaryen. You knew he was having a hard time.
So you may or may not have put your foot out.
âFuck!â
Aegon fell to the floor as you pretended to come to his aid, âAre you alright my prince?â Aegon was about to push your hands off of him, but one look at your face had him biting his tongue. âI am quite all right.â You held your hands out for Aegon to take them, as you hoisted him up Aemond stood tall to the right.
âI guess Iâve been caught Dear Brother.â He smiled widely at his brother. Aemond had his arms crossed against his stomach with a hardened expression. You couldnât tell if he was angry or annoyed, either way you didnât want to be on his bad side. âIt seems so. Come along now Aegon, donât make this any more complicated. Unless youâd rather have guards escorting you back.â At the idea of guards Aegon groaned and turned to his brother, clinging to his elbows as he shook his younger brother.
You wondered if he remembered you.
âIâll go with you, quit hastening me. Hastening? Hassling? Whatever. As long as this fine woman helps me to the comforts of my bed. Youâd love to see the inside of the Red Keep no?â You batted your eyes as you realised the Prince was speaking to you. His and Aemondâs gaze burnt into you, brightening your cheeks as you shook your head, âThereâs no need for my help Prince Aegon. Iâll be on my way.â With a quick smile you dismissed the conversation, but Aegon hardly relented.
He was taken aback by your dismissal, but not disheartened, âI did not say you could leave nor was I asking.â
And so you found yourself lugging the touchy drunkard all the way back to the castle. Thankfully youâd decided to dress nicer today, otherwise youâd feel even more out of place. The Red Keep was daunting, especially for those whom did not reside within the walls. The large, imposing nature was unsettling, imagining the silence at night was more than enough to remind you of your own bustling home. Thankfully you rarely dealt with silence due to your family.
With Aegon dumped into bed and snoozing away, you brushed your dress off and settled your hair since it was probably a mess. Aegon was much nicer company when he slept like a newborn babe. âMuch more peaceful when heâs asleep no?â A laugh escaped you as you agreed with Aemonds words, âDefinitely quieter, and less whiny.â Aemondâs eyebrow raised at your boldness, âI meanâ,â It was his turn to laugh, or rather scoff. âDo not worry, I understood your meaning. Itâs getting late outside, would you like to stay the night?â
Your throat closed in on nothing, choking on air at the proposition before you. A night, at the Red Keep, courtesy of Prince Aemond Targaryen. How many people could say that theyâd received such a proposal?
âOh I couldnât impose my Prince.â Aemond turned towards the door as you stood still, did you stay still or did he assume youâd follow? âItâs not a problem at all, come Y/n.â You stared at the empty space heâd occupied moments ago before snapping out of the daze and running after him. He had to have recognised you if he knew your name right?
That night was, special, to say the least.
Youâd somehow been roped into dinner with Aemond, Helaena, Aegon, Queen Alicent and the twins. Surprisingly, the Queen wasnât irritated by your presence, rather welcoming.
âI do apologise for you having to see Prince Aegon in such a state. You did not have to aid Prince Aemond in returning him home but you did. The least we could do is grant you safety from the storm outside Y/n/n.â It was one thing for Aemond to know your name, but youâd never met the Queen.
The rain fell heavy and thunderous upon the ground, pelting against the glass windows. Youâd always loved storms, the sound of rain and thunder alike brought comfort whereas your mother despised them.
Aemond didnât mind them either, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of the rain against his bare skin. It made him feel alive, so did you.
Whilst you may have only officially met him today, heâd had his eye on you. The first time being at another market with Helaena. Sheâd had a spurt of energy, and asked if she could view some insects or plants. Alicent thoroughly encouraged the idea of the people seeing Helaena, but of course not without guards.
Aemond said that he was more than enough, but Ser Criston and Ser Arryk came along for extra protection. At the market, Helaena had accidentally dropped a peach onto the floor. Before she had the time to even look at it, you immediately scooped it up before brushing it off, âThere, brand new!â Helaenaâs smile grew in response to yours, âThank you.â
âOf course Princess.â With a quick nod and acknowledgment you left her to her own shopping. You didnât press on or falter in her presence, but treated her normally. Your kindness wasnât appreciated by others, nor common. At least in Aemonds eye.
Helaena was surprisingly happy afterwards and Aemond definitely noticed, âShe was nice no?â He nodded in agreement to his sisters words since he found it better to agree to what she said than listen to her try and justify herself.
Helaena continued to stare at you whilst you negotiated prices with another vendor and she found her feet moving of their own accord towards you. âHello.â Helaena waited your response as the vendor froze at their presence.
âHi, are you alright my Princess?â She smiled, âDo you mind escorting me around? I donât know the vendors too well.â
So you found yourself accompanying the Princess and Prince through the streets, to your surprise and relief it was easy to make conversation with her. She loved to speak about her hobbies whilst you were thoroughly impressed at her knowledge.
You made her feel heard, whereas most people dismissed her easily.
Aemond found you to be refreshing, not scared beyond relief to be meeting and speaking to them but rather calm and collected.
Dinner had been amazing of course, you expected nothing less of the Queen. But youâd hoped to have been leaving by now, your family was surely wondering where you were.
âIâve already sent a messenger to inform them of your whereabouts. Helaena would like to offer you the position of being a hand maid to her, a companion.â
The room was silent, as you tried to find the words to reply. âThat is, unbelievably generous of you to offer Prince Aemond. But I-, Iâm not highborn. Why would you offer such a position to me?â Aemond leaned back in his chair and relaxed. Which contrasted the rigid spine you possessed. âBecause I can.â
âThank you. Iâll have to talk to my familyâ,â
Aemond raised his hand as you stopped talking, you could feel your heart beating. Had you said something wrong? âItâs not an offer or a question. Youâll start tomorrow, your given chambers are where you will reside for tonight. Youâll be moved to be near Helaena tomorrow. Rest now, a maid will collect you tomorrow.â
Working at the Red Keep was coveted in your opinion, there werenât exactly a robust amount of opportunities for woman amongst Kings Landing. You should be grateful, yes, but the tone Aemond held with you was bone chilling. This wasnât a proposition, it was a demand. And you were terrified of what could have happened had you not complied.
He swiftly left afterwards, leaving you to reel over the events of the day.
Youâd left to get food for your brotherâs birthday and were now practically imprisoned within the Red Keep.
The next day had your brain set on overdrive, about a million tons of information was thrown your way. When to wake up, what youâd be wearing, what youâd be doing, who youâd be following in the morning, whoâd you be filling in for or relieving and when you were finally able to sleep.
Every other maid stared at you, unaware of the new help. As if it wasnât uncomfortable enough, the Princess and Princeâs doing and favouritism was clear. On what day would Prince Aemond stop to check in with a hand maiden.
âIâve heard youâve been doing well.â Was he always this tall? You didnât realise until now that you were practically looking up at him. âI hope I have. But I must let you go my Prince, Princess Helaena needs help dressing the Princes and Princess.â Aemond latched into your arm as you stood still again, âThereâs no need for the formality Y/n. Helaena already has help, come with me.â
Deja Vu be damned, you found yourself in Aemondâs chambers. âIs there a spill? I can go fetch someone to clean if need be.â
Something about the way he was looking at you made you think that he didnât need much. Youâd seen that look before.
âHave you seen what life is for most here?â
âYes.â
âDo you want to work for the rest of your life? Barely see your family?â
Was this a trick question? âI donât know, itâs an honour to work here Prince Aemond.â
âAemond. I told you to call me Aemond.â
âI did not mean to offend you, Aemond. But, your station is above me.â
âIt doesnât have to be. If I married you.â You laughed at the notion, but another glance at his deadpan expression had you biting your tongue. âWhy would you marry me?â
âBecause I can. I can give you everything youâve ever dreamed of, your family would never have to worry ever again.â If you had a superpower, itâd be the ability to freeze. It was as if your feet were locked in place, unable to move as Aemond approached. His hand grazed your face as you closed your eyes.
âIf you mean it, then yes. I would marry you.â
âYou will.â
âI will.â
Your parents were overjoyed of course, a common-born daughter marrying a Targaryen prince. It was a rarity for anyone to infiltrate the reigning family without a dragon by your side or a large house and a hefty last name.
The feast was filled with laughter and love, the Smallfolk celebrated themselves, one of them marrying into the royal household.
The Smallfolkâs Princess, youâd heard them say.
But with Aemondâs hand on your back, guiding you? The wide smiles of the Queen, King and Princess werenât enough to subdue the hollow feeling in your chest. Helaena grinned as she brung you back from the floor, âIâm so glad to have a sister.â She made you genuinely happy, at least someone could provide you solace.
âYou look beautiful.â You turned to your Husband, a proud display across his face. âThank you, Aemond.â
âHusband.â
âOf course, Husband.â
From seeing you for the first time to leading you to his chambers, your chambers, Aemond was relieved.
You were his, now and forever.
#aemond targaryen x fem!reader#yandere aemond targaryen#dark aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x you#aemond targaryen x reader#house of the dragon s2#house of the dragon#yandere house of the dragon x reader
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May I ask for a companions x Tav headcanons list were Tav loves to cook and see's it as a way to people's hearts?
Astarion
Obviously is sad he cannot partake more, as he sees how much effort and love you put into your cooking.
You make an effort to make richly-flavoured blood dishes he might enjoy, just for him! But everyone thinks itâs just a tad bit morbid (and he agrees) so wonât ask you to go out of your way for him.
âBesides darling, I prefer to sample straight from the sourceâŠâ
One night youâve just pressed some parsley leaves to your neck for flavouring for him. He laughs so hard he cries. This is the first time he realises he loves you.
Gale
Oh, the campâs resident cook is delighted to have a sous-chef!
And then he realises oops, no, he is the sous-chef. At which point heâs just happy to sit and watch you work your magic.
Happy to make dinner in order to pull his weight in the group, but heâs entranced watching you do it, too. Youâre a wizard with some knives and a saucepan.
He can feel the love you put into every bite. Always makes sure to go out of his way to compliment you, and loves the way you smile in return â€ïž
Wyll
After spending so much time on the road, heâs so happy to be in the presence of a good cook.
With every bite will discuss the flavour palate of your dish, talking about what herbs he can taste, letting you know he appreciates your effort.
Heâs not a brilliant chef himself but would love for you to teach him!
In return he saves up to buy you fancy chocolates from the best chocolatier in Baldurâs Gate. Itâs the least you deserve, and the way you light up makes his heart beat fast.
Karlach
Whatever you make, she loves.
âPasta? My favourite! Oh my god, weâre having steak? I love it! Rice tonight? Right on!!â
She doesnât have a favourite food. Dishes in Avernus were not wide in range, so sheâs just happy to eat some different meals for once.
You give her seconds and thirds and she eats them up, going on and on about what a good cook you are.
âYouâre so amazing at this! I love you!â
Good thing sheâs too engrossed in her food to notice how flustered you areâŠ
Laeâzel
Reluctant to eat anything at first.
âI do not want your istik food. I shall provide for myself.â
But after a few days of smelling how good the food is that you cook, she gives in⊠still trying to pretend itâs beneath her.
You serve her a small portion to start with, then watch her eyes widen as she realises how delicious it tastes.
She is too proud to ask for more - and youâd not have her any other way - but you make sure to serve her big portions from then on. Her bowl is always scraped clean.
Shadowheart
Isnât too sure on your cooking at first - sheâs used to bland, tasteless meals at the temple - but quickly comes around.
The longer youâre together and the closer you become, the more she opens up about her favourite flavours. Eventually she starts making requests.
âThereâs this sort of cake I vaguely remember⊠if I can get you the honey, could you make it for me?â
Of course you can. You sit down and share it, watching her eyes roll back in delight, the way she licks the crumbs off of her fingers. The two of you are enamoured with each other, but you still fight over the last slice.
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Decadent Desires Ch 11
Emily Prentiss x fem!reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut, dirty talk. okay y'all apologies I thought life was going upwards and it was going to be super easy to power through a ton of writing but when life throws one bad thing at you beware there will likely be two more coming with it. UGH. I'm going to try to focus on this series for the rest of the week, we'll see how that goes! Thank y'all for sticking around and being wonderful!
Emily was a firm believer in a few things, and putting in over a hundred percent effort when the world was aligning you with a crap day was one of them. If she came to work with a hangover, she worked hard and did her job even better, knowing it was self inflicted and her own fault. On days when she was feeling more run down, exhausted or if she was starting to get sick, she put more effort in. Spent a little bit more time on hair and make up, made sure to wear the right kind of clothes. As much as it would be nice to wear something cozy and lean into the exhaustion, it always made her feel worse. The âyou look tiredâ comments, her complaining about a headache or stuffy nose digging her further into the pity party hole. If she looked her best, she felt better about it, the compliments during the day would help boost her mood and by the time she was clocking out she was re energized.
It was partially that, and her wanting to keep up with the fiery spark that had been launched the previous weekend that led to her decision. Sharing Jackie with you, watching the pleasure you got out of giving another woman pleasure and in a situation where she could actually watch rather than be focused on trying to remember how to breathe. It was utterly enthralling and invigorating and she was more than ready to fully embrace that level of spiciness on a more regular basis. After all, thatâs what this type of situation was for, youâd said it yourself, exploration and discovering new things was the highlight of having this dynamic.
So when Emily got dressed that evening, she opted for a more fitted pant suit, leaving just enough to imagination and then reached to the back of her closet. Sheâd worn the red bodice top a handful of times over the years and it was a trusted favourite, fitting her like a glove, semi sheer lace between the boning, and intricate patterns over her chest with the perfect amount of cleavage pushed up. Even slightly shielded by her blazer it was enough to make anyone take a second glance and the smirk was present on her lips when you all about lost your breath when you laid eyes on her that night, stumbling over your words as you tried to limit the amount of compliments you gave her before you were even seated.
Emily had chosen to mix things up a little bit tonight, enjoy some new scenery outside of the Waldorf, opting to have dinner around the corner at Mastroâs Steakhouse instead. In between moments of conversation and trying not to ogle Emily you had managed to order starter cocktails and get some recommendations from your server before finally willing yourself to look through the menu.
âHow do they expect me to choose between the filet and the lamb?â You muttered, chewing on your lip as you read through the enticing descriptions.
âJust get both.â Emily suggested with a shrug and you glanced up to her with a crinkled brow.
âThatâs so much food! Not to mention the cost.â
âCost isnât a concern.â She replied, a grin on her lips, âeat a bit of each and take the rest to go, quality leftovers.â
Your gaze drifted off to a nearby table, eyeing their plates while you thought it over, âthey would be far superior to the leftover pizza in my fridgeâŠ.â
âThen itâs settled.â
You let out a small breath, a smile creeping onto your cheeks, âdo you know what youâre getting?â
âI was leaning toward the lobster tail.â She glanced over at you, âsides?â
âMac and cheese or scalloped potatoes?â
âBoth.â
âDonât we need a vegetable in there?â
âLast time I checked potato was a vegetable.â Emily replied with a grin and you laughed before agreeing with her.
Meals were ordered and delivered before you knew it, too full from the rich foods you both opted out of dessert, only to be convinced by the server to take some to go. You took your time to finish your cocktails, Emily swiping the bill before you even had a chance to try and look at it. You said a quiet thank you to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek as you gathered your take out bags and made your way out of the restaurant. It was still warm enough outside that you hadnât bothered with a jacket, summer still clinging to the city, the heat lingering in the night air when you stepped out into it.
Instinctively, your arm slid into Emilyâs, her hand finding yours, intertwining your fingers as you made your way through the streets. She let out a soft hum, eyes flickering up to the skyline and part of her wished you could see more stars inside the city, she was lost in her thoughts a moment later, only faintly aware of your hand in hers as you guided her. If it wasnât for the physical connection and sudden jolt when you stopped in your steps she easily would have walked into the road without looking.
âHeyâŠâ you squeezed at her hand gently, âyou alright tonight? Youâve been pretty quiet, kinda offâŠâ
âYeah.â Emily sighed softly, giving you a small smile as she shook out of it, âIâm just tired and itâs been a pretty long week. I think all this extra running around the city is taking it out of me a bit more than usual.â She didnât really want to admit being worn down, she certainly hadnât planned on it but she guessed her walls had slipped down more than sheâd meant for them to and you picked up on it before she even realized.
You let out a small laugh, âyou know the entire reason we went the direction we did with our agreement was to not have any extra stress or exhaustion, right? We didnât want to make your to do list any longer or more tedious than it already was. These dates donât have to be weekly either, remember, Iâm not dependant on the money. If you ever want to cancel or skip a week or two I get it, you can stay home and veg out, taking time for yourself and resting is important.â
âI know,â she started, feeling a warmth moving through her knowing that you wanted to make sure she was taking care of herself, even if she wasnât doing it on her own, âand itâs not just that, work exhaustion is different, I figured I still had enough energy leftover for dinner and I would hate to cancel.â
âJust know youâre allowed to, even last minute. If I already happen to be here Iâll order some room service on your account and call it a night.â You replied with a slight tease, nudging at her side when the light changed so you could cross the street.
âI was looking forward to it, honestly and I do really enjoy spending time with you. Itâs such a huge relief to hang out with a fresh face, someone who isnât part of my team yet still understands the politics of it all.â She let out a breath, nearly muttering the last part to herself, âI guess I kind of just miss my bedâŠâ
You chuckled, âyouâre telling me your bed is comfier than the Waldorf? What else have you been hiding from me Agent Prentiss?â You prodded at her side and she huffed, rolling her eyes, âIâm kidding. I get it. Especially with your job, youâre off travelling all week and when you finally do get home you just want to be surrounded by your own things. Thereâs a comfort and relief about being in your own home and safe space and thereâs nothing else like it.â
Emily hummed in recognition, not entirely sure where to go from there or if the conversation was done entirely. She supposed it was, youâd simply asked if she was alright and she thought sheâd given an adequate answer, though as you moved down the sidewalk it appeared it only sparked more questions in her brain.
âCan I ask something?â
âOf course.â You glanced to her, a welcoming smile on your face.
âAside from like, the original safety thing, not wanting to let a near stranger know where you live⊠why hotels?â She watched for a moment as your head titled, your eyes narrowing as you thought and you shrugged.
âA lot of sugarâŠ.â You struggled to find the right phrase, âpairings have outside relationships, either one of them or both. A lot are married, open or not sometimes you never really know.â
âSo itâs about the secrecy?â
âTo a point.â You nodded, âmost of the time having a sugar baby is their way to have a little secret life, itâs fulfilling a fantasy that they wouldnât be able to achieve in any other way. Living the high life, fancy hotels, expensive dinners, lavish vacations, yacht parties, flying first class or private, itâs all about showing off. Hence why a lot of the babies embrace the look and personality of a hot young bimbo, thatâs what the Wall Street guys want to show off to their so-called friends while railing lines of coke with a spare hundred dollar bill.â
âSo-called friends?â She asked with a grin and you laughed.
âThe ones who donât care that youâre dangling along some barely self respecting girl to all the weekend parties when your wife is at home with the kids going to the country club with the friends of yours that would rat you out.â
âAh.â She grimaced and you laughed again.
âTheyâre not all like that though, some of them just want to experience a little thrill, have a little fun on the weekends. They use hotels cause theyâre attempting to create the life they wish they could live all the time; theyâve got a surplus of money because they live modestly otherwise. They might be living in a bare bones, affordable apartment where they cook the same dinner every night before repeating the mundane task of putting on an ill fitted suit and crunching numbers all day. They donât want their sugar babies to see that because it kills the vibe, shatters the illusion if you will. Itâs like.. the separation of fantasy and reality, ya know?â
âMakes sense.â She nodded, letting out a soft sigh as she stalled when you came to the entrance of the hotel. âFeel.. completely free to say no to this, because I know it might be awkward or off putting, but is there any chance youâd be comfortable just coming back to my place? Who cares about the fantasy?â
âYou already mentioned waterfront views, I know your place has to be nice.â You teased and she nearly rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh.
âIâm just so sick of not sleeping in my bed right now and honestly,â her voice softened not wanting to be overheard, âlugging toys around the city has become a major pain in my ass. I almost grabbed the wrong go back for work this week and I donât even want to think about what the ramifications of that would be.â
You let out a laugh, a smile taking over your cheeks as you shook your head at her before leaning in to peck her cheek, âIâm totally fine with that.â
Emily let out a breath she wasnât aware she had been holding, looking up to you with an almost shy smile, âthanks. Did you want to leave your car here or follow me?â
âI actually took an Uber.â
âPerfect.â Squeezing at your hand softly she redirected the two of you away from the pedestrian entrance to the Waldorf, heading in the direction of the valet instead.
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Emily unlocked the door to her apartment, guiding you into the entry way and telling you to make yourself comfortable while she locked the door behind herself. The small entry hall lead into a nice kitchen, island facing the open living and dining room combo complete with gorgeous hard wood flooring and stunning floor to ceiling windows.
You stepped out of your shoes, leaving them on the mat at the end of the short hallway, moving through the space as you admired it. There were a handful of case files on the dining table, Emilyâs glasses sitting beside them, a blanket strewn over the back of the couch and multiple mugs scattered around the coffee table. Your hand absentmindedly trailed over the back of one of the living room chairs as the view out the windows truly caught your attention. It looked like there was a wraparound balcony, the perfect place to admire the skyline over the river and you could only imagine how stunning the sunsets must be.
Behind you, Emily had tucked the leftovers in the fridge, pulling down a couple of wine glasses after selecting a bottle from the rack. She was about to ask if you were okay with red or if you wanted something else when she glanced over her shoulder, eyes catching you peering out the windows. Something about the way the moonlight cast over your skin, catching the shiny decals in your dress made her completely forget the wine as she remembered her original intentions for tonight. The bottle left abandoned on the counter, she slipped her blazer off, draping it over the back of a chair, fully revealing the bodice as she padded through the room, approaching your back. A hand gently landed on your waist as the other brushed your hair off the back of your neck before Emilyâs lips hit the tender skin.
âYou like the view?â She murmured, smiling at the way your head easily lolled to the side to give her more access.
âItâs gorgeous.â
Her lips met your skin again, leaving a trail of kisses up it until she nipped at your earlobe, her hands squeezing around your waist. You relaxed into her, a small puff of breath leaving your lips when her teeth sunk into your neck.
âYou know, for someone who wanted to skip the hotel, you certainly are eager to get to the bedroomâŠâ
She chuckled against your skin, leaving kisses across the column of your neck and back of your shoulders in between her words when she spoke again.
âThat was the planâŠshow off the place⊠get you comfortable⊠have a glass of wine or two⊠relaxâŠâ her teeth pulled at your earlobe again, âbut now?â She nudged her nose into your cheek, turning your face back to the windows and with the low light from over the stove there was a faint reflection of both of you in the glass. âSeeing you in front of these windows⊠I kind of want to fuck you up against them. Let the whole city see how gorgeous you are when you come.â
You let out a quiet moan as her lips pressed into the crook of your neck, her fingers slipping under the straps of your dress, letting them fall over your shoulders. She grabbed your waist again, pulling you tightly flush to her and ground her hips into your ass. Your breath caught in your throat, a surprised gasp escaping your lips as your eyes flew open again, catching her gaze in the window.
âHave you been strapped this whole time?â
She kissed the back of your shoulder, lips twitching up into a grin, âI like to be prepared.â Emilyâs finger curled under your chin, turning your face so she could press a kiss to your lips before guiding you to turn around fully to face her. Her hands found the hem of your dress, toying with it, âfeel like we should get rid of this.â In one swift movement it was off over your head, dropped to the ground completely forgotten, leaving you in just a pair of barely there panties. âNow⊠how about you get on your knees for me, hmm?â
Emily reached behind her, grabbing a cushion from the couch to drop at her feet as you did as you were told, bracing your knees on the pillow as you gazed back up to her. Her fingers trailed down your face, cupping your cheek softly as her thumb traced the outline of your lips and you couldnât help but part them. Her thumb easily slid into your mouth and you were quick to wrap your lips around it, sucking it deeper into your mouth.
âGood girl.â She praised, pulling it out, watching the way your eager eyes followed her hands to her belt, âI want you to touch yourself, get that pussy nice and wet for me while you suck my cock, alright?â
âYes.â You nodded, bracing up on your knees while she undid her pants, opening them far enough to pull out the toy, stroking it a few times before guiding the tip of it toward your mouth.
Your lips wrapped around the head of her cock, slowly sinking down onto it until it had completely disappeared into your mouth. Your tongue swiveled around it, coating it with your saliva as you slowly pulled off of it, letting it pop out of your mouth and you glanced upwards to catch Emilyâs eye. Tongue stuck out you licked her from base to tip, your hand wrapping around it, stroking it to smear the spit around, making sure it was covered in wetness. Your other hand came to rest on her thigh, creeping upwards and she tskâd at you, her hand wrapping around your wrist.
âWhat did I say, princess?â
Your hand retreated back to your own body, sinking down it and slipping into your underwear, the tip of Emilyâs cock resting on your stuck out tongue as you did so. When your fingers hit your clit you slowly began rubbing at it, a small moan leaving your lips as you eyes fluttered shut.
âThatâs it.â She cooed, âthatâs my good girl.â
Her hand wrapped around the base of the toy, pushing it deeper into your mouth while your lips wrapped around it again. Your body began rocking in tandem to the pace of her hips, grinding down onto your hand as you continued to sink her cock into the back of your throat. She could hear your whimpers and whines getting louder and more frequent, muffled by the toy in your mouth as you continued to play with your clit. Driving her cock deep into your mouth, she let out a soft groan as the base of the toy pressed against her, your breath hot on her skin.
âYou take me so well.â She praised, her hand cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking at your cheek as you let her cock drop from your mouth with a gasp. Your body shuddered, thighs squeezing together as you let out a whimper and she chuckled. âI know princess, itâs hard to multitask, isnât it?â
âFuckâŠâ you muttered, leaning toward her again but her finger tapped your chin, signalling to shut your mouth.
âHow wet is that little pussy of yours? Let me see.â
You slid your fingertips through your folds, gathering up your juices before pulling your hand out of your panties and lifting it up. Emilyâs hand wrapped around your wrist, examining the way your fingers glistened in the moonlight before tugging your arm gently and you nearly scrambled to your feet. Your eyes widened when her lips wrapped around your fingers, a moan coming from her throat as her eyes shut for a moment.
âAlways so sweet.â
âThank you.â You murmured, your chest practically heaving in anticipation, watching as a dark gleam took over Emilyâs eyes.
âTurn around,â she twirled her fingers and you did as she asked, âbrace yourself on the glass.â
Taking a couple of steps forward your hands met the cool glass, a shiver running through your body as you looked out over the city. Emilyâs fingers tugged your thong down your legs and as you kicked it off you couldnât help but shiver again, feeling entirely exposed. You knew no one could see you at this height, but the thrill of being completely bare pressed up against the glass while Emily was still dressed sent a thrill through you, your cunt pulsing already.
Behind you, Emily crouched down, her hands sliding up the back of your thighs, spreading your legs, thumbs sliding up your pussy, smearing your juices. She let out an appreciative hum before leaning in, tongue lapping through you and you gasped. Her mouth wrapped around you, sucking your juices, getting a better taste of you before standing upright again, an arm wrapping around your waist.
âYouâre so wet youâre practically dripping down your thighs.â Her lips met the crook of your neck again, âyou must really want to be stuffed with my cock, hm?â
âOh god, please.â
âWell then I guess itâs a good thing youâre so good to me princess.â Her hand wrapped around her cock, spanking it against your cunt and you shivered in her arms.
âPlease EmilyâŠâ you whined, âplease fuck me.â
The head of her cock nudged at your pussy, a shuddering breath escaping from your throat as she teased you for only a second before plunging it into your cunt. She sunk in halfway before pulling out and sinking back in the rest of the way until her hips met your ass. One of her hands stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you steady while the other braced herself on your hip.
âYou like that?â
âMmhmm.â You nodded furiously as she picked up the pace, cock thrusting deeper into you with each push of her hips, âgod.â Your hands scrunched against the glass, aching for something to grab onto, âso fucking deep.â
Emily gave you a particularly sharp thrust, the air in your lungs breaking free in a sudden gasp that morphed into a moan as she hit even deeper inside your pussy. Your body pressing up against the glass, a cold sensation taking over your chest, nipples rubbing the window as heat coiled within you, wafting off Emilyâs body behind you. Your pussy was squeezing around her, you could feel and hear your wetness smearing around the toy, noises matching your moans as she fucked you. With each thrust your body rubbed against the glass, nipples hard swollen at the friction as your body ached for more.
âThatâs my pretty girl.â Emily husked, her breath hot on your neck as her free hand slid up your back, tangling into your hair and she pulled.
You let out a gasp, nearly whining at the way her fingers tugged at your roots, pulling your head back so she could hear the way your panting was getting louder. Your back arched heavily, hips pushing back towards Emily with each powerful thrust of her hips, ass bouncing when she sank fully into you.
âF-fuuuck!â You cried out, pleasure shooting through your body, âmâclose!â
âSo fucking hot like this princess.â She groaned, the hand she had wrapped around your waist sunk south, playing with your throbbing clit and you whimpered, your hips faltering as she fucked into you faster. âCome for me, want you to squirt all over my cock.â
It was too hard to get anymore words out, strangled moans and whimpers were all that would leave your throat, your lips wide and eyes scrunched shut. Each time Emilyâs cock dragged through you it hit your g-spot and when she pressed your clit harder, your body jumped, a loud cry leaving your lips as your orgasm burst through you. You could feel your pussy clenching down hard around the toy, a gush of juices bursting around it, dribbling down your thighs.
âThatâs it babyâŠâ Emily cooed, her hands running up and down your sides as her hips slowed, fucking you through your orgasm, âso fucking good for me.â
Your forehead gently dropped to the window, a small fog forming on the glass from your panting as you began to catch your breath, body still quaking with aftershocks. Emily slipped out of you and you could hear droplets of your juices hitting the floor, dripping from your cunt and her cock. A gentle kiss was placed between your shoulder blades, hands squeezing at your waist making sure you were okay before the warmth of her body briefly disappeared from behind you.
A dishtowel hit the floor and an arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you to collapse down on the couch. Somewhere in there a shirt was pulled over your head, a blanket pulled up around the two of you as Emily wrapped around your back. You could feel her now bare legs on yours, the lace of her bodice softly scratching at your skin.
Your eyes fluttered open, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you took in the skyscape outside the windows, glittering stars in the horizon. Emilyâs arm loosely hung around your waist and your hand found hers, giving it a soft squeeze before tickling up and down her arm, tracing patterns on her soft skin. In return she left a kiss on the back of your shoulder. You werenât sure just how long you stayed like that, watching the night sky before Emily finally spoke.
âDid you want to stay? Or should I call a car?â
You let out a happy sigh, rolling over to face her, âIâm pretty sure thereâs dessert in those take out bags and I remember hearing something about a bottle of Bordeaux.â
She chuckled softly, happy to extend the night even further, âyouâre not wrong on either of those accounts.â
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Cramps | Alessia Russo
Pairing: Alessia Russo x Reader
Summary:Â You get bad period cramps on your five year anniversary, Alessia is there to take care of you, and make the day special in a different way than you had planned.
Warnings: Period cramps, and painkillers.
A/n: This is based on two requests that I got, read them here and here :)
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Alessia was excited to head home after practice, the two of you had a date night planner. You didnât often go all out, and head to a fancy restaurant. Those dates were only reserved for special occasions, and your five year anniversary seemed like a fancy enough occasion to get all dressed up and splurge.Â
However, when she got home the house was quiet. She looked around, and eventually found you in the bedroom, curled up on your side, clutching the blankets around you. She knocks on the door softly, not wanting to scare you, as you hadnât noticed her yet. You look over to your girlfriend, and try to smile through the pain.Â
There was no hiding your pain from Alessia, though, she could read you better than anyone. She moves into the room, and sits down on the bed. âWhatâs wrong, my love?â Her hand was already reaching your forehead, to check if it felt warm. âDonât worry, itâs just cramps.â You sit up in the bed to get out, but Alessia is quick to pull you down again. âWhy didnât you say anything? I couldâve picked some things up for you at the store on my way home.â You shrug your shoulders, âI didnât want to be a bother.âÂ
Alessia takes your face in her hands, âYouâre never a bother, my love.â You look her in the eyes, and feel yourself getting emotional. A tear falls down your cheek, âI just didnât want to ruin our plans for tonight.â Your girlfriend pulls you into a hug. âOh, my love, nothing is ruined. We can just prostone our fancy dinner. Today weâre going to stay in bed, okay?â You nod into her chest.Â
âOkay, Iâm going to grab some things but I will be right back.â You let her lower you down on the bed again, and with a kiss pressed to your forehead, sheâs out of the room. She comes back not long after with some painkillers, chocolate, and a hot water bottle. âThank you, darling.âÂ
After taking the medicine, you cuddle into Alessiaâs side. She instantly starts moving her fingers through your hair. âDo you want to watch something? I can put on your favourite movie if youâd like.â You hum in response, âYes please.â She got the movie set up, and you cuddled into her again, the moment she sat back down on the bed.
About halfway through the movie you started to feel a bit better, the medicine that Alessia had given you had started to kick in. âIâm feeling a bit better, we can still go to the restaurant.â The blonde shook her head, âMy love, we donât have to go anywhere, we can just stay here.â Your lips started to quiver, âBut itâs our anniversary, we should be doing something special.â Alessia lifts your chin up, so she can look you in the eye. âBeing by your side is special enough. We can order in some food, and have our own non-fancy celebration tonight. Then some other day this week, we can go out to the restaurant and have our fancy celebration. It doesnât matter where we are, I love you, and pizza in bed is just as great as that fancy restaurant to me.âÂ
She managed to convince you that she truly didnât mind staying in, so you continued watching the movie. Alessia ordered pizza for the both of you, and like she said, you enjoyed the food in bed both wearing cosy clothes. The rest of the night, you spend watching more movies, until you fell asleep in Alessiaâs arms.
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The next day you were feeling a lot better. So, you wake up Alessia by placing soft kisses all over her face. âHmm, good morning my love.â You kiss her lips once sheâs awake. âGood morning darling.â She pulls you on top of her, and into a hug. âFeeling a bit better today?â Youâre already trying to get up, but Alessia keeps pulling you down for more cuddles. âMuch better. Come on, I want to make up for lost time.âÂ
After a quick shower, you meet Alessia in the kitchen, the delicious smell of one of your favourites filled the air. Your eyes land on the vase of flowers on the counter, âLessi, you got me flowers?â Smiles at you widely. âOf course I did.â You move closer to the bouquet, âWait, are these the same ones you got me on our one month anniversary?â Alessia was now standing behind you, and laced her arms around your waist. âYes they are, I asked the florist to make them exactly like the first bouquet that I ever gave you. Do you like them?â She places a kiss on your shoulder. âI love them, darling. Thank you so much.âÂ
Since you were feeling better, you wanted to take Alessia around town, since both of you had the day off. You just simply wanted to spend some time with her outside of the house. You both had busy schedules, so sometimes it was hard to plan things outside of the door, often opting for a night in. You loved nights in with Alessia, but also craved the moments where you would go out for dates.Â
You were walking around hand in hand, just strolling through London together. The weather was amazing, and your company was even more so. Falling in love with Alessia had been one of the greatest experiences of your life, you loved spending life with her, and were forever grateful for meeting her when you did.
Alessia had managed to get a new reservation for the fancy restaurant you were planning to go to the day before. So, when you got back home from your walk, you changed into your fancy outfits. Your girlfriend looked beautiful as always. She walked you to her car, where she opened the door for you, and drove you to the restaurant. The whole drive you were admiring Alessia, and thinking of how lucky you were to be able to call her yours.
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HIS MOM'S FAVOURITE! (â§âĄâŠ)
Or in other words, Scaramouche resisting (and failing) the urge to fuck you while his mom is in the same house.
contains: f!afab!reader x bf!scara, pussyjob, blowjob, fingering, degradation, praise, bath sex, nipple play, cumshot, cigarette use, breeding
(* ^ Ï ^) : minor writing smut !!
When you revealed your outfit to Scaramouche, like usual, he adored your sense of style. However, there was a little hiccup. "Baby, why'd you have to wear such a skimpy skirt tonight?" He pouts as he tugs at the hem, trying to lower it a bit more in hopes of covering some of your skin.
You give him a glance from over your shoulder and sigh, "It's your fault for telling me we were going to have dinner with your mom in twenty minutes. I was rushing and on top of that, I still had to do my makeup. Why don't you ever tell me these things beforehand?"
The two of you were waiting on the front porch, still recollecting yourselves as Scaramouche's mother took her time in getting the door.
Scaramouche merely narrows his eyes and smiles, "No need to get all whiny; you have plenty more dinners with her in the future to make up for tonight." At what was supposed to be a playful tease made you even more nervous. You smack him with your handbag, whisper-shouting, "Not funny!"
Finally, the door opened. Ei gasps with a smile and pinches Scaramouche's cheek, which results in him swatting her hand away. "It's so great to finally meet my son's girlfriend. I've heard a lot about you, (Name)."
You stifle a surprised noise when you feel Scaramouche's hand harshly groping at your ass. "Ah, it's nice to meet you too, Ms. Raiden," you coyly say, bowing your head. Ei exclaims, "Well, come in! The food will get cold." The second she disappears into the dining room, you give Scaramouche a reprimanding glare.
He simply gives you an innocent smile in return.
Scaramouche walks ahead of you, saying, "Mom, don't tell me you cooked..." Ei hushes his remark while setting out the plates and cutlery. You instantly rush over and offer to help out. Ei clasps her hands, muttering, "Oh, thank you, dear. If it's not too much trouble, could you get the glasses from the cupboard by the fridge?"
Already heading into the kitchen, you nod, "Of course!"
When you get there, you find your snarky boyfriend whistling to himself while leaning against the counter. Scaramouche pushes himself off of it and scoffs, "The way you act like a goody-two-shoes in front of my mom is insane. If only she knew how vulgar you are."
You roll your eyes and reach up to open the cupboard. While grabbing the glasses, it obviously didn't go unnoticed by you when Scaramouche's gaze lingered on your thighs. "As if your mind in the gutter is any better than mine," you say, walking up to him and pressing your chest against his.
Scaramouche's hands attempt to grab your waist but you pull away and laugh as you return to the dining room.
You thought wrong if the sexual tension were to get any better at the dinner table.
You tighten your smile a little more each time you feel his hands grabbing your thighs and playing with the plush skin. It wasn't long before you had to slap it away when he slipped his fingers in between your legs.
Ei places her fingertips together, asking, "Is the food good, dear? I tried to make it taste nice for my future daughter-in-law!" Her joke emits a not so hidden chuckle from Scaramouche and you glare at him. You play along and giggle, "Jokes aside, it does taste amazing, Ms-"
Ei tuts, "Please, call me mom. We can drop the honorifics as you seem to have proven yourself a nice and worthy girl of my son from his endless stories about you." You blush in pride from her comment.
"Ah, why don't you stay the night? It's getting dark out and I'm sure you and Scaramouche can stay in his old bedroom." Ei's suggestion catches you off guard. Scaramouche slyly adds, "Oh, yeah, why don't you, (Name)? I wouldn't want you to go home all alone at this time of day."
You nervously clear your throat and sigh through your nose. "Sure, I don't see why not."
The moment you and Scaramouche got off of Ei's radar, he initiated a heated makeout outside of his bedroom door. The guy must have waited for this all evening. You tightly grip onto his biceps, moaning into the kiss. He pulls away and starts sucking on your neck, making you gasp out.
"W-Wait, Kuni, we should go in your room first..." When you realized your words were doing no good to control the lust driven man, you opened the door to his room and dragged him inside anyways. You fell onto his bed when he got on top of you.
"God, you're such a fucking whore, y'know that? Acting all sweet in front of her, but she just doesn't understand how slutty you actually are." Scaramouche slides your panties down your legs, leaving your skirt on. He licks the damp spot in the fabric, causing you to whine from the lewd action.
You softly breathe out, "Please fuck me, Scara." Scaramouche tosses the undergarment aside and lowers his head to meet your cunt. He presses his calloused thumb against your clit. You throw your head back and moan, balling up the sheets in your fists.
"That food was fucking disgusting, right? Unlike you, I couldn't even eat a spoonful. I need something to get rid of my hunger, don't I?" Scaramouche licks up and down and between your folds, around your clit and finally, into your hole. You buck your hips forward and cry out, "Fuck, that's so good!"
Scaramouche's tongue repeatedly delves in and out, your walls spasming around the slippery pink muscle. He wraps his arms around your thighs to force them open since you keep on closing them from the intense pleasure. He lets out heavy pants and removes his tongue before wrapping his lips around your clit.
Two of his fingers fill the empty space inside of your needy pussy while you arch your back and let out the most lewdest noises. You instantly tense up when you hear knocking at the door.
"(Name), dear, can I come in? I brought you a towel and some old clothes of my son's so you can take a shower."
In a frenzy, you try getting Scaramouche to let you go, however his grip on you was way too strong. You stammer out, "I-I'm a bit occupied right now, can you just-" You stop to suppress a moan when your orgasm finally reaches you. You bite down on your lip, thighs shaking as Scaramouche licks up the remains of your cum.
"Can you just leave it in the bathroom, please?"
Ei curiously raises a brow but hums, "Alright. Do tell me if you have any trouble finding the bathroom itself, or you can just ask Scaramouche. Where did that boy go?..." The sound of her footsteps fade away and you sigh.
You sit up, knitting your brows together with a frown on your lips. "We could have gotten caught; just imagine if she didn't knock." You get off of the bed, on your way to the bathroom when suddenly, his arms wrap around your waist from behind you. "Hey now, it's not fair if you're the only one who gets fun, huh?"
You give him an eyeroll. "I'll deal with you later, just let me take a shower first. You made such a mess in between my legs." You turn around and kiss him, tasting your climax on his tongue. Scaramouche holds the side of your head and you grind your bare cunt against the rough material of his jeans when he highers his knee.
"C'mon, I'll shower with you." The idea he proposes makes your cunt clench. You huff, "Fine."
You suck on the head of his cock, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear while watching him with half-lidded eyes. Scaramouche grunts, "Don't be such a tease, f-fuck..." His voice trails off and the hot bath water the two of you are in doesn't help his condition.
The salty taste of pre-cum flooded your mouth as you figured from all of the teasing before this.
You close your eyes and finally take his entire length into your mouth, not without a few gagging noises. Scaramouche mutters, "That's it, you little slut. Take it all." His lips hung agape as he released soft groans, his hand clutching the side of the tub while his other hand nestled within your hair.
You let out muffled noises, bobbing your head up and down and running your tongue against every single vein of his cock. Your hands encase around his shaft for stability as you increase the pace. Scaramouche seethes through his clenched teeth, "Your throat is so tight, God, I'm gonna-"
He couldn't even finish his sentence, coming inside of your mouth with a long moan followed by profanities. You slowly pull yourself off of him and the rest of his semen splatters against your tits, now drenched with both water and thick, white substances.
You swallow his load and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Scaramouche pushes the back of your head to lean against him, pulling you into a kiss. You rub your pussy onto his toned thighs, whimpering and mewling against his lips. His hand grabs at one of your boobs, playing with the nipple and pinching it.
The water in the bath swishes with the movements and you feel his fingers prod at your entrance. He sinks three digits inside of you and you start gasping. "O-Oh, Scara... mmh, you're so needy tonight, ngh~" You start jerking off his cock that got hard again, easily slipping your hand up and down with the help of the water.
When you cum on his hand from him rapidly pumping his fingers inside you, you tightly squeeze his dick, letting him release his sperm onto the soft skin of your stomach. "You better be ready for tonight, I'm going to fuck you full... going to fuck your cute cunt and watch you squirt, yeah?"
"Then you better not disappoint."
But it's Scaramouche you're talking about. He never disappoints you in bed, ever.
He knew that you knew what you were in for, entering his room only wearing his shirt and your panties. Your tits poke through the flimsy fabric, the rest of your skin on display for him to see. "Well, aren't you going to fuck me instead of smoking those cigs all night?"
You join him on the bed and Scaramouche removes the blunt. He holds your chin and presses his lips against yours, letting the toxic air trap itself into your mouth. Scaramouche chuckles, "And you said I was needy." He places himself on top of you and you meekly spread your legs for him.
He tucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth and pulls down your panties, your strings of fluid sticking to the fabric. Scaramouche gulps, wanting to eat you out again but his cock needed you more. It's easy to plunge inside of you with one thrust and how wet you are for him.
You moan out as he starts rutting into you at a fast pace. Scaramouche groans, tightly holding your hips for leverage and fucking his cock in and out of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.
You gasp and whine by his ear, emitting a moan from him. "Jus' love it when you make those adorable sounds, baby. F-Fuck, you like that?" Scaramouche chuckles when he feels you tighten around him. You nod, "U-Uh-huh, mngh! G-God, honey, more, please,"
Scaramouche mutters under his breath, "As you wish." He slides his cock in and out of you, making sure to leave you writhing and squirming in his hold. Your pussy releases the most vulgar noises, squelching and tightening each time his dick fucks into your womb.
The head repeatedly smashes into your cervix, causing tears of both pain and pleasure to spring to your eyes. "Oh, don't stop, Kuni! I'm so close!" You arch your back and push your clothed tits onto his bare chest, making sure to grind up against him. Scaramouche hisses in pleasure, feeling your hard nipples atop his.
You dig your nails into his back, your breaths and moans getting louder and faster. You squeal, "Oh, my God! Fuck, fuck, Kuni!" Scaramouche seals your cute noises with a messy kiss, drool seeping from his mouth and yours.
The slapping of his balls against your clit gets faster before he finally cums inside of you. You orgasm at the same time, letting out shaky sighs and mewls. Scaramouche moans, "Mmh, baby," He lays you onto the bed and continues to kiss you, all the while keeping his cock snug inside of your walls.
His cum pours from your cunt as he pulls out, but he's quick to scoop it up and finger it back inside you. You, who's still sensitive from the intense climax, clutch onto his wrist, whimpering, "K-Kuni, don't-" You're cut off with your own moan, his fingers curling inside of you.
"Gotta keep it in there, sweetheart. My mom's always telling me how her grandkids would look beautiful when you end up being my wife," Scaramouche playfully bites on your lower lip and you huff. "When? It's a promise now and you better keep it," you say, burying your hand in his hair.
Scaramouche chuckles and slides his hand up your shirt to fondle your breast while his other hand continues to pump his fingers in your soaked pussy. You quietly whine, resting your head on the pillows. He lays next to you while touching your body up, his gaze admiring your lewd expressions.
You gradually fall asleep to him fucking the energy out of you with his fingers still inside of your sopping cunt. When he notices you're unconscious, Scaramouche removes his hand from your chest and pulls up your shirt. He peppers kisses all over your plush skin before wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples.
He bites and sucks on the bud and finally takes his fingers out of you to fidget with your other nipple. You rub your thighs together in your sleep, gasping and putting one of your hands in his hair. You tightly grip a fistful of his cerulean locks, awakening from your short slumber.
With sleepy looking eyes, you release a soft moan. Scaramouche looks at you and his gaze is absolutely glazed over with a new-found lust. He releases his lips from your nipple with a string of saliva and licks on the areola around the mound. "Ready for the next round?"
Suddenly, Ei's voice calls from the room next to his.
"Scaramouche, I didn't raise you to be a horndog! Go take out the garbage!"
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Autumn leaves II Lia WĂ€lti x Reader
"Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you? Float down Like autumn leaves Hush now Close your eyes before the sleep" ~ Ed Sheeran, Autumn Leaves
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With a smile on your lips, you watched Lia sweep the back porch of your house outside of London. The weather had slowly started to turn. Summer was saying goodbye with the last warm days of the year, while simultaneously, autumn was slowly arriving. The leaves had lost their green and started to fall, landing all over your backyard and your porch. For a second you just stood there and enjoyed your favourite season. But the smile suddenly disappeared from your face when your girlfriend started putting all the leaves into a bin.
âLia, what are you doing? Donât put all the leaves in there!â, you exclaimed. The Swiss football player flinched; âWhat? Why not?â âWhere are the hedgehogs supposed to get cozy when itâs time for them to hibernate?â Lias eyes went soft as you explained your reasoning to her but she still rolled her eyes at you; âOh my god.â Fully aware that it was lovingly gesture, you asked; âCould we please use those leaves to make a spot for the wildlife in the corner of our garden?â âYeah, sure.â, Lia nodded, smiling and handed you the bin with the leaves. âThanks, love.â You put them into a pile in the farthest corner while Lia continued to clean your porch.
On your way back to her, you picked up some of the pumpkins growing in a small pumpkin patch. Proudly, you held them out to Lia; âLook, the pumpkins were ready. Do you use them as decoration or as dinner tonight?â Your girlfriend carefully took one of the pumpkins and contemplated; âIâd like to use them as decoration. What do you think? Letâs put one on the table and a few on the porch?â You nodded with excitement; âYes, that sounds like a great idea.â You placed a pumpkin on the table that you two moved outside earlier and set down the rest on the floor. Lia watched you happily, then turned around to look at the sky; âItâs still nice enough to eat outside, right?â âYes, with some more blankets, pillows and candles, it should be very cozy and comfy.â, you agreed, hugging yourself at the thought of how cute your garden will look.
âDo you want to take care of that, in the meantime I can start cooking?â With an innocent look you asked: âSure. Can I get a kiss before that?â The question melted the swiss womanâs heart, but she pretended to stay cool and just replied in a casual tone:â Okay fine.â It felt like the time was taking a break just like the nature did, as you two kissed each other.
Sadly, you both had still a lot to do before your guests would arrive, so you had to stop the kiss. A wide smirk was on your face as you remarked:â Now we can go back to work.â âGood.â, the brunette clapped encouraging into her heads.
It took you some time to make the setup outside as cozy and aesthetically pleasing for your friends as you liked. Eventually you told your girlfriend:â Everything is ready.â âThe food is almost too.â, Lia answered fast, satisfied about how smooth the preparations were going.
You could not help but to enter the kitchen and taste the sauce with a little spoon:â It already smells delicious. Oh my god, this tastes great.â The midfielder was laughing while she playfully pushed you away from her territory: âHey! Thatâs for the girls.â âSorry, Iâll just hop into the shower real quick and change my outfit before our guests are slowly coming in.â, you apologized with a childish grin on your lips.
Sternly the swiss woman was looking at the clock:â Go ahead. But we donât have much time left.â âIâll be fast, promised.â, you sad to her, placing a soft kiss on her head. A slight blush was creeping up on your girlfriendâs cheeks, with a sigh she stated: âAlright. Just be dressed when the girls show up.â
Most of the girls arrived punctual on your terrace. Curiously Beth Mead turned to her dark haired teammate: âLia, whereâs your flower girl?â âFlower girl?â, she glanced confused at her. Vivianne Miedema rolled her eyes because of her girlfriendâs goofy behaviour and explained: âSorry, Beth is very proud of the nickname she came up with for your girlfriend.â Now it made sense to the older woman as your profession laid in gardening.
Slightly out of breath you turned up behind your girlfriend:â Iâm here. Hi, girls.â âHi, great to see you.â, Leah Williamson greeted you back, happy to see your face. Warmly you hugged the English defender:â Good to see you all too. Hi, Leah. Oh, and there are our two scots.â
Cheekily Jen Beattie smiled at you, Kim Little at her side observing everything with a quiet smile on her face:â Something is missing if weâre not here yet, right?â
Before you could comment on the older Scottish woman Steph Catley came up the porch with her dog Calvin who was very excited to see everyone again: âSorry guys for being late. Calvin made some new dog friends along the way to your place.â
âThat we have too many happy couples everywhere.â, the team captain joked. Instinctively you were reaching for Liaâs hand while turning your attention to the older player: âKim, do you want a little more of that wine?â Â Â âNo, I have to drive the others home.â, the Scottish midfielder shook her head. Amused Jen commented: âAlways the captain even in civil.â
Earnest Kim looked at you and Lia:â But you should know, I was just joking. Iâm happy for you two.â âWe know, Kimmy, donât worry.â, you reassured her.
Solemnly the tall Scottish defender lifted her glass:â We need to drink to you two.â âOh yes, but afterwards we need to hear all about your engagement.â, Steph squealed excited, since she herself got engaged, she could not get enough of those stories.
Quickly Lia told her: âThereâs not much to tell anyway.â âWhat do you mean by that?â, Beth noisily asked.
A soft sigh escaped your fiancĂ©es lip as she started to tell her friends about your engagement: âIt was rather plain. I asked her on our holiday after World Cup.
Behind your closed eyes you were seeing that moment she was referring to you like a beloved film, the lovely swiss landscape in the background, you two enjoying a picnic, the brunette going down on her knee to ask you the question to which you only knew one answer to, yes. Â
Kimâs voice was bringing you back to the present:â I like that simple, classic, straight to the point.â âKim!â, Jen scoffed annoyed at her old friend.
âOf course you do, with a smile Leah continued, Can we see the ring?â âSure, thatâs the one.â, you nodded while the blonde defender took her time to admire it. Her grin deepened as she turned to look at the Swiss woman: âBut the ring is not as simple and plain. Nice choice, Wally.â
The compliment from her stylish friend made Lia beam even more:â Thanks, Lee. Ana helped me picking the right ring.â Â âCanât believe you asked Ana instead of me. You know how much free time I have at the moment.â, Lia pouted.
The last thing the brunette wanted was to offend one of her closest friends in London: âIâm so sorry.â  âI forgive you this time.â âThanks.â, the midfielder let out a  relieved breath she did not knew she was holding. Â
âBut only because you two look so happy.â, Leah added with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You gave her a shy smile; âWeâre very happy.â âThat is so cute.â, Beth grinned. She obviously didnât miss Lias hand grabbing yours under the table. This time, even Vivianne nodded along; âYes, you two have been dating for so long.â âYes, it felt like it was the right time.â, Lia agreed, looking at you. âTrue.â, you smiled back at her.
Finally, Lia tore her eyes away from yours and slowly stood up; âItâs getting dark. Let me light some candles.â She lit the candles on the table and a few bigger outdoor candles. Calvin lazily lifted his head, watching her like his owner did too. âItâs so perfect.â, Steph gushed.
The sun had finally set and the faces of the football players were now illuminated by the flames. Leah leaned back in her chair and pulled a blanket onto her lap; âI could stay here forever.â âYou guys can sleep here if you want to.â, you offered with a shrug. Jen raised her eyebrows; âAll of us?â Unimpressed, you tilted your head; âNothing we didnât do before.â A smile spread on Leahs face as she remembered the nights spend on the floor of Lias and your living room; âThatâs true.â âGirls.â, Kim interrupted. Jen looked down to her; âWhat?â âI think the fiancĂ©es would prefer to have their home to themselves tonight.â, their captain continued. âYeah, but they offered it, so⊠their fault.â, Jen shrugged. Leah nodded in support; âExactly!â âItâs fine, Kim. Really.â, Lia assured her but still looked grateful for the effort. Unconvinced, Kim gave in; âOkay, if you say so.â âJust trust us. So, who wants dessert?â Lia was already back up on her feet before the question was even out.
âMe!â, yelled Beth delighted while the rest answered with murmurs of agreement. âI think we all do.â, Leah summarized. âYes, we all love dessert.â, agreed Vivianne. âComing.â With that Lia disappeared back into the kitchen. As she came back out and served them all the dessert she had prepared all morning. âThis makes the opening game loss feel a little lighter.â, Steph said as she took the plate from Lia. Jen cringed; âNo talk about that tonight.â Admonishing, Lia waved her spoon in the Australians directions; âExactly. We donât talk about football here.â
The Swiss woman was thankful for Vivianne as she proposed a question to her fiancĂ©e: âDid you grew the pumpkins on your own?â ïżœïżœïżœYes, I did, if you guys want to you can take some of them to your home.â, you offered your guests with a proud smile. Delighted by that offer Beth turned to her girlfriend:â Viv, we should take one with us.â âOh yes. Next time, weâll all meet at our place and carve some Halloween pumpkins.â, the Dutch replied delighted.  Excited the Blonde nodded along:â And Iâll make some pumpkin soup.â âWeâll be there.â, you winked at them. Happily, Beth said:â Good. Next girl night is planned.â âYeah, Iâm sure the kids will join us too.â, her girlfriend added with a grin on her face.
Laughing Kim interjected:â Does that mean the grandmas have to stay at home?â âNo, you two are always welcome.â, Beth clarified. At the same time Jen gasped dramatically:â What do you mean us two? Iâm not a grandma.â âYouâre over thirty that makes you a grandma in football age!â, the smaller Scot scoffed. Â The taller Scottish defender gave her an amused look: âWeâve two very different views on our ages, Kim.â âI know that.â, Kim grinned back.
After all your friends had eaten Lia was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen while you watched her doing eat:â Wait, let me help you with that, love.â Oh, itâs fine. I can do it.â, the brunette reassured you. âNo really, itâs too much for one alone.â, you grabbed a towel to dry the wet plates. âOkay then. I wonât stop you.â âYou didnât listen to the grandma talk, right?â, you asked cautiously. Smiling the midfielder shook her head: âNo, I know they donât mean me yet.â She paused for a moment before adding: âBut I like having the girls around.â âSame, I love them so much.â, you agreed.
Thoughtfully Lia glanced at you :âMe too. But I also donât mind being alone with you.â âLike right now?â, you replied. âYes.â âMe too.â, you whispered, you two feeling the warmth and homely feeling between you. That made Lia giggle out loud: âOh, I know.â More serious she continued: âIâm really tired. Should we leave the rest to clean up tomorrow.â âYeah.â
The tiredness slowly crept into your bones aswell but it was a good one. From the way your eyes were going down the brunette decided:â Okay, letâs go to bed.â
On the way to your bedroom, you two paused to look lovingly into the living room as you whispered into her ear:â The rest is already asleep in there.â âThey are the cutest.â, Lia admitted. âI agree.â
Only a few minutes later you were finally cozied up in your bed. The midfielder putted an arm around you, your eyes where already closed while you mumbled your voice already sleepy:â Good night, Lia.â âSleep well, my love.â, she responded giving you a good night kiss before you both felt into a deep peaceful slumber.
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witching hour (dad birthday party!matty x reader fluff)
this is my fave promptober fic so far. hanging out with your seventeen year old, referencing practical magic... what's not to love? enjoy <3
the feeling of one of the cats brushing against your bare ankles shocks you out of the little trance you didn't know youâd fallen into, lulled into a stupor while rinsing soap suds off the dinner plates and listening to matty gently play the piano in the living room. looking down, you see it's giselle pawing at the faux fur on your slippers - of course it is, because eloise will doubtless be asleep on top of the piano, as close to matty as she can get.
you can't really blame her for that, though, can you?
giselle mewls, a sound that turns into a purr when you scoop her up into your arms and twirl her around, a poor imitation of the dancers in the ballet amy named her after. âis it dinnertime, baby?â you coo at the cat. âis that why you're bothering me? yeah, must be,â you gently set her down on the floor, wandering over to the cupboard with the tins of cat food and grabbing a couple to open. eloise pads in when you're laying hers and her daughter's bowls down, affectionately head-butting the other cat before they both tuck into their food. you smile as you leave the room. âbe nice to each other, girls.â
the music gets louder as you turn corners towards the living room, its increasing intensity matched by a hint of cinnamon scent; you spot the candles matty must've lit on the coffee table as you enter the room, flickering flames working in conjunction with the warm glow from the lamps to make the concrete feel cosy. the light catches the silver in your husband's still-thick hair, curls more grey than they are dark now, and you can't stop yourself from burying your face in them once you reach him - he's stolen your shampoo, again, but you resolve not to bring it up. you've always liked matty using your things like that, glowed at the thought of him going about his day smelling like you, marked as yours; the latter is probably why you find yourself beaming at the sight of his wedding ring, glinting in the candlelight as his fingers dart across the ivory.
âhi, darling,â the smile in his voice is audible even with your face hidden in his hair. you feel it on your temple when you move to rest your head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his chest as he kisses you. ây'alright?â
âmhmm. song's nice,â you close your eyes, letting the unfamiliar melody wash over you. âis it yours?â
âyeah. just an experiment,â matty nods to the sheet music shelf, where his phone sits recording the sounds. âmight become something, might not.â
âi think it should.â
âyeah?â
âyeah. s'pretty.â
âmaybe it should be about you, then. pretty melody for the prettiest.â
âoh, shush,â cheeks burning, you hide your face in matty's neck. he laughs, resolving the melody with a final couple of chords, before clicking the recording off and closing the lid over the keys. âdid i make you stop? i'm sorry.â
âi'm not. c'mere,â matty shuffles the bench back, patting his lap; you slink between your husband and the instrument as best you can (making a mental note to remember that description and use it as some sort of allegory later), settling atop him and clasping your hands behind his neck. his meet behind your back, and he beams, that same smile you fell in love with. âi love you.â
âi love you,â you smile. âwanna make out?â
matty laughs, your favourite sound in the world. âamy still not left work, i take it?â
âwhat's that got to do with anything?â
âwell, i'd rather avoid another bollocking from our seventeen-year-old about us necking in front of her, if i'm honest.â
âoh, please - she wouldn't even be here without us necking,â you roll your eyes as matty cackles. âbut yes, she's still at work. ri's dropping her home tonight.â
âin that case, then,â matty crashes his lips onto yours, sighing into your mouth when it falls open in contentment; you whine into him when his tongue flicks against yours, instinctively grinding down onto his lap. the force almost sends the two of you flying backwards off the piano bench, and matty has to grip the piano itself to stay upright. he laughs against your lips, pulling back - he's wild-eyed and out of breath, and he's maybe never looked more beautiful. âcouch?â
you nod, kissing his nose. âcouch,â you move to climb off your husband, but he has other ideas; you squeak as he swivels on the seat and stands, lifting you with him and crossing the room to the sofa with ease. admittedly, you're dropped quite unceremoniously onto the cushions, but you're well-used to matty's gracelessness after all these years together, and the way he climbs on top of you and kisses you desperately, fiercely, sloppily⊠you won't complain about anything as long as he keeps kissing you like that, and he does, until you're forced to break apart just to take in some pesky oxygen. he rests his head on your chest, and you twirl a curl around your finger. âyou know, i really think sofa snogging is my favourite type of snogging.â
âsofa or shower, yeah,â matty hums. he turns to look up at you, smirking. âsame goes for sex. and we haven't had sofa sex in a while, darlingâŠâ
you're unmoved. âyes, but we shower-shagged less than five hours ago, matthew.â
âand? i could go again.â
âcould you?â
âyeah! three rounds, non-stop. m'serious.â
âbaby,â you giggle, scratching his scalp. âyou've never been able to do that with me.â
âs'your fault, that.â
you frown. âhow?â
matty smiles, right hand sneaking under your (well, his) jumper and kneading gently at your tit; when his thumb brushes over your nipple, you whimper, and he moans. âyou're too fucking hot, darling. can't help giving you everything i've got.â
âi like it when you do that.â
âand you take it so fucking well,â his voice is lower, breathier, sexier, and your resolve is wavering. âcome on, sweetheart,â he coos, pushing the sweater up enough that he can flick his tongue over your nipple, humming into your soft skin when you moan. âlet me fuck you.â
fuck it. âalright, let's-â
the front door slams. âmum? dad?â
matty groans into you, sorting your top and sitting up; you follow, biting back a giggle as you climb onto matty's lap and position yourself as innocently as possible. âwe're in the living room, munchkin.â
ââkay,â there's a sound of a bag clattering to the floor, fabric rustling, two loud thwacks as - presumably - your daughter kicks her shoes off; she pads into the room a minute or so later, hunching slightly forward in the way she inherited from matty, a surefire sign of their tiredness, and flops onto the armchair opposite you. she sighs, and then her pretty face - are you biased if you say that, given that it's basically the same as yours? - twists in disgust. âeww, you're snuggling.â
matty hugs you tighter. âyeah, and?â
âand it's weird when old people do it.â
you open your mouth, but matty beats you to a response. âmy god, you're in the door less than two seconds and you're already being ageist,â he sighs, faux-dramatically, and amy smiles in spite of herself. âold. your mum's still in her forties!â
ânot for long, though,â amy fires back; she winces when she sees your raised brows, though. âsorry, mum. let me retract that - you're still young, dad's a cradle robber, etc etc.â
âa five year age gap isn't cradle robbing, amy.â
âmethinks thou doth protesteth too much, father.â
âfor fuck's sake,â matty facepalms. he flicks your nose. âthat's all you, that. sarcasm, and shakespeare talk,â he turns his attention back to your smirking daughter. âwhy are you so snarky tonight, anyway? that time of the month?â
âjesus, dad, no,â amy shakes her head, shuffling to further curl up on the chair. âwork was just a bit shit. mâjust frustrated, i s'pose. sorry.â
you wave insouciantly. âwe've all been there, munchkin, don't worry about it. was today that big party you were telling us about? for the new exhibition?â
âyeah, it was massive. so much stuff sold that i was just on the desk the whole night putting in orders.â
âreally? wow,â matty traces little patterns on your leg. âmust've been good stuff, then.â
amy shrugs. âdunno, the stuff i saw was shite. reckon it's more just people jumping on the bandwagon of this guy cos he graduated top of his class at parsons, and that apparently means he's the next big thing,â she rolls her eyes. âjust another white guy who thinks he's basquiat resurrected, if you ask me.â
matty cackles, face settling into the proudest beaming smile you've ever seen. he nudges you. âwe've really done such a good job raising her, haven't we?â
amy rolls her eyes again; she can't keep the little smile from her face, though. âyou're really weird, you know, dad. and sappy.â
he shrugs. âit works for your mum.â
âgonna ignore the use of present tense there,â your daughter peels herself from the chair, stretching as she stands. âand leave you two to your⊠canoodling. i need a shower.â
âalright, darling,â you hold out your hand as she passes you, smiling when she squeezes it. âthere's some dinner left over if you want it.â
âwhat kind of dinner?â
âlasagne.â
âmy favourite!â amy gasps excitedly, running back in and kissing your head. âyou're a legend, mum,â smirking, she ruffles matty's hair. âyou're alright, too, i s'pose.â
âlove you, munchkin,â he calls after her as she speeds through to the kitchen, then rests his head on your shoulder. âshe's so cool.â
âwell, she's half me.â
âoi,â matty lightly pinches your thigh. âi was there at her conception too.â
âoh, i remember,â smiling, you kiss him, a quick little peck that still manages to make your heart race. âwill you play that thing you were playing earlier, please?â
âonly if you sit beside me,â he kisses back. âi'd miss you if you were all the way over here and i was over there.â
âmy sweet little codependent angel,â you coo, laughing when your husband rolls his eyes. âof course i'll sit beside you, my darling.â
that's how amy finds the two of you when she returns to the living room over two hours later - sat as close as physically possible to each other, your body curving towards matty's while he plays, both of you murmuring lyric ideas to each other and editing them together in real-time. most people would find that adorable, you think, but not your seventeen-year-old. she makes a retching sound, plopping herself onto the couch. âyou're still canoodling? wow.â
âwe're working, actually,â matty retorts, resolving the melody with a final chord and swivelling round to face your daughter; you do the same.
her brow furrows. âon a saturday night?â
you shrug. âwhy not?â
âs'pose,â she picks a bit of fluff from her leggings with a sigh. âat least you're doing something. i dunno what to be up to, to be honest.â
you move to join her on the sofa; she snuggles into you the same way she's done since she was tiny, and matty smiles. âno parties tonight?â
amy shakes her head. ânobody wants to go out, either,â she sits bolt upright, big brown eyes widening in panic. ânot that i ever go out out, y'know, but-â
âchill out, ames, your mum and i both snuck into places before we were eighteen,â matty joins the two of you on the sofa, throwing himself down on amy's other side. âwell, i did. mum was probably too much of a swot to bother.â
the two of them giggle, and you stick your tongue out at them. âyou didn't know me back then, matthew. i could've been wild.â
âbut you weren't, though, were you, mum?â amy pats your arm sympathetically (and only mildly condescendingly).
ânot really. but i made up for it,â you swat at both of them in a feeble attempt to stop their giggling. âyour dad can testify to that.â
âreally?â
âoh, yeah,â matty grins. âyour mother's yoshed in more plant pots than anyone else i've ever met. speaking of,â he stands. âanyone want a drink?â
amy thinks for a second, then nods. you nod, too, an idea popping into your head; you tap your daughter on the leg. âd'you remember when we watched practical magic the other week?â
âyeah.â
you grin. âwe could do midnight margaritas. well,â you check your watch. âquarter-to-eleven margaritas. if you guys want.â
amy's eyes light up; so do matty's identical ones. âcan we actually?â
âyeah, we've got tequila,â you think for a second, looking at matty. âwe do, don't we?â
he nods. âi bought that bottle for the boys coming over that nobody actually opened, remember?â
âoh, that's right,â you grimace. âgeorge drank all my fucking vodka, ames.â
she giggles. âdid he pay you back for it?â
âyeah, auntie charli sorted him out,â you stand, holding a hand out to each of your loves. âshall we?â
as he stands, matty grabs amy's other hand, yanking her up between you the way she used to beg you to do when she was little. she giggles, swinging her arms as you lead her and her father to the kitchen. âremember when i used to insist that we walked around like this everywhere?â
âof course. i miss it, to be honest,â you smile, pulling her into a half-hug when you enter the kitchen; matty wraps his arms around both of you. âbut i accept that it's uncool and a bit fucking weird to be holding hands with your parents in public when you're nearly eighteen.â
matty sighs, the sound muffled by amy's hair. âeighteen. you were a baby five minutes ago. a little baby, trying to tell me that no, then because she goes was not in fact my song, it was mummy's, because she used to sing it to you and i didn't,â he lifts his head up to grin at you, while amy giggles. âwhy did you go for that one, by the way?â
âshe was crying and i was just like âoh, please don't cryâ when i was trying to get her to calm down, and then i thought fuck it and started singing,â you shrug. âand it worked, soâŠâ
âaww, mum,â amy rests her head on your shoulder. âthat's cute. i didn't know that story either.â
âone of my favourite backstage memories, you pestering your dad about why he was singing my song.â
the man in question leans round to kiss your cheek. âi was mostly just flattered that someone mistook my writing for yours, to be honest. only time that's ever happened,â he leans round the other way to kiss your daughter's cheek. âthanks for that, munchkin.â
she pats his arm. âi wish i could say anytime, butâŠâ
you and matty practically collapse into giggles, moving to turn the huddle into a proper group hug. moments like these are your favourite, spent laughing with the people you love most in the world; of course, there's one thing that would make it better. âright,â you wriggle out of the hug, moving to grab the tequila and glasses. âtime for a drink. ames, could you grab some limes and cut them, please? but do it off-centre, they're easier to juice.â
matty protests. âi could do that! why are you getting our baby to hold a knife?â
âstatistically, she's less likely to injure herself doing that than you are, darling.â
he blinks for a second, then closes his mouth. âprobably true, actually,â he kisses your cheek. âi'll get the ice.â
âthank you,â once you're done salting the rim of the glasses, you plug in the blender and look over to your daughter. âyou doing alright, amy?â
âmhmm,â she brings the bowl of lime juice over, just as matty drops ice into the glasses and moves to stand beside you. âwait. do you know the rhyme?â
you beam. âd'you want me to do it?â
she grins cheekily, a expression scarily like one of matty's; you can see him smiling out the corner of your eye, too. âyes please, mum.â
âalright,â you clear your throat. âeye of newt and toe of frog,â the tequila is poured, and you ready the cointreau. âwool of bat and tongue of dog,â in it goes, soon to be followed by your daughter's contribution. âadder's fork and blindworm sting, tesco lime is just the thing,â you smile at matty and amyâs laughter, grabbing the tub of maldon flakes. âcragged salt like a sailor's stubble, flip the switch and let the cauldronâŠâ pausing dramatically after you put the lid on the contraption, you press a manicured nail into the on/off button. â...bubble!â
amy cheers, clapping along and elbowing matty until he applauds too. bowing as best you can while holding the lid on the blender, you laugh. âthank you, thank you. i'm here all week,â turning off the appliance, you take the lid off to look at the liquid - the smell makes your eyes water. âoh, jesus christ, that's strong. apologies in advance, ames.â
she smirks. âwill we need to get a plant pot ready for you, mum?â
âless of the cheek, you,â a matching smirk appears on your face, and you nod towards matty. âhe's the one who can't hack tequila.â
âliar,â matty pinches your hip, smiling into your neck when you squeak in protest. âpour them, and i'll prove i actually can, then, darling.â
âalright,â nudging your husband to move back, you pour the cocktail into the three glasses, sliding one to matty and amy each. âare we toasting?â
âsure. cheers,â amy clinks her glass off yours, then her dad's, beaming. âlet the witching hour commence.â
#mads muses#mads does writing#promptober75#into the birthday partyverse#birthday baby#amy#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fic#matty healy fluff#matty healy x reader#matty x reader
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Victoria asking if you and Max can babysit Luka and Lio for the night
"Absolutely, yes, go and enjoy your date night!", you had said to Victoria when she asked if you were willing to babysit Luka and Lio for some overnight plans Tom had planned for them. Because they would be spending the night out of the house and the kids had everything they needed at their place, you and Max opted to pack two small backpacks with your things and spend the night at his sister's place. "MAX! Y/N!", the little boys shrieked as they saw who had arrived, "is is true you're going to spend today and tomorrow with us?", Luka asked you, "yes, we are! Are you ready to have loads of fun?", you cheered.
"Go and say goodbye to mama and papa, guys!", Max urged them as you were setting your things down im the guest bedroom, waving goodbye to them one the kids ran back to you, "So, what do you guys want to do?", Max asked.
"We are going on an adventure! Mama got us these hats so we can be explorers!", Luka showed you the accessories, "I want to spot a Lion and a dinosaur!".
"A dinosaur? No way!", you played along, grabbing a magnifying glass and joining them in their exploration. "Why is it that we need these to look for them?", Max joked as you followed the boys, "weren't dinosaurs massive?".
"I think I see one, tante Y/N!", Luka said as Lio clapped in excitement, pointing to the toy in his room, "we have to be careful as we watch it", he whispered in your ear as you saw Max hold Lio on his arms, the little boy probably too tired or not that interested in the explorers' adventure.
"Dinner's ready, guys!", you called as the three boys sat around the table, "this is my favourite!", Luka said as Lio munched happily on the chicken nuggets. Smiling at them, you felt Max squeeze your thigh under the table before he began eating the food on his plate.
After bath time, Lio insisted on only sleeping if he was laying on your chest, meaning you walked around his room for a while until he was fully asleep, kissing his forehead when you laid in his cot, "sleep tight, buddy", you whispered, turning off the lights and heading to Luka's room.
"We've been waiting for you to read the story, it seems I don't do all the voices perfectly like you do", Max rolled his eyes playfully, earning a big giggle from his nephew as you sat down, taking the book from the shelf.
"Actually, I don't want a book tonight, but I have a question for you, if that's okay?", you and Max nodded, "how can I be a good brother for my little sister?", Luka asked, making you close the book in your lap, looking at Max. "You can be gentle with your mama, help her whenever she needs it. Behave well, too, as she will be a little bit tired sometimes", you smiled, "and be kind to your little sister, I'm sure the rest will follow, buddy".
Wishing him goodnight, you and Max went downstairs to tidy the living room and kitchen, "can you imagine our lives looking like this? I'm not saying now, but in a few years", you wondered, "with you, Y/N? Absolutely".
(Thank you for your submission âšïž)
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CATALYSIS
PT. II
R.C x READER âą R.G x READER
Warnings: Smut, Self-Sabatoging Reader, Manipulation, Small Amount Of Dub-Con (Fucking Rafe), Underaged Drinking, fingering
A/N: The next part will be longer, and this might end up being 10 parts bc the plot, oh I'm gonna let it cook. I tried to get this out ASAP, while juggling too much other shit. My mental health is sickly, so enjoy my degenerate fantasies. Feedback is so appreciated and encouraging y'all :)
Word Count: 7.5 K
Sundays were always your favourite thing about your parents being home. The smell of Italian sausage and carbonara had summoned you from your room to the living room, where your family sits spread out around the large room, with their dinner plates.
When you and Nicky were kids, your Mom would lose it if she caught you guys on the eggshell coloured living room carpet with anything darker than water. Ever since Henley and Patton were old enough to eat on their own, your dad has enforced mandatory family time, which was simply eating dinner while watching a movie together on Sundays.
To be fair, despite all the travelling, they tried really hard to be home every Sunday. You took your spot at the coffee table and picked up the only unoccupied plate.
âIâm feeling Marvel tonight.â Nicky commented, twirling his fork around in his pasta. âOr maybe Disney?â
âTurning Red!â âInside out!â Your younger brothers both called out simultaneously. You bite the inside of your cheek to stifle a chuckle as your mom warily eyes the excited kids, or more accurately, the food balanced on their laps. Sheâs hopeless, you think freely.
âIâm thinking we should watch Euphoria. Bring some real world problems into this oasis.â you comment, earning a look from your Mom as well. Your older brother's idiot laugh doesn't go unnoticed.
Your Dad raises his wine glass to his lips. âI don't feel like having a stroke at 39. Peter Pan and Wendy it is.â Despite the child-like film, you all cheer as he hits play. Finally you start to dig into the meal your Mom, with the help of little Patton, made.
After you all finish eating, your dad pauses the film. You and Nicky carry the dishes to the dishwasher, load and start it, before making your way back to the living room. Your parents are curled up together and you take the spot on the other side of your dad, while he wraps an arm around you, the boys pile up on the mountain of blankets covering the floor.
As he plays the movie, you find your mind wandering to last night. To what you did in the hot tub at Tanneyhill. To Rafe fucking Cameron. Part of you felt guilty about messing with Romanâ s cousin and lying to your Mom, but the other part of you was burning. Burning to feel his hands on you again, burning to feel that intense pleasure over and over, and burning to know more. And then there was an even smaller part that wanted to know what such an intimate thing would feel like with Roman.
Even though you were still pissed at him for a number of reasons. You never made it back to Rafeâs room last night.
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âYou're sleeping in my room tonight, gorgeous girl.â
You giggle quietly as he opens the back door and carries you the few steps across the kitchen, to plop you down on the island. âWant some water or something?â
You swing your legs back and forth, feeling the effects of the alcohol you'd been consuming since you got here. âYes, please.â You turn your head momentarily towards the doorway as you hear light footsteps upstairs. You brush it off, enjoying your inebriated break from everyone else in the world but the man who just made you cum on his lap.
Rafe grabs two waters and comes back to stand between your legs. He moved nervously, you noted. He looked at you, like really looked at you, as he handed you a water bottle. âYou okay? How are you feeling after... well- after everything tonight?â
âI'm good, Rafe. I had.. fun.â You reassure him with a small smile, unsure how to phrase it but wanting to reassure him. Which is still more than Roman bothered to do for you.
He gives you his signature panty dropping, schoolboy smirk. His tone is still nervous, however. âSo it was okay? I mean, that it was me?â He slides his hands up your thighs coming to rest them on your hips. You could feel a flush of heat creeping up from where heâd just touched your thighs making its way all the way to your cheeks.
âYes, Rafe.â You manage to say. His touch is intoxicating, his eyes captivating. You find your arms wrapping around his neck, hands burying themselves in his soft, dark blonde hair. âIt was better than okay.â
He leans in to plant a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips before leaning back slightly and catching your eye. You tug him towards you and his lips meet yours devotedly. He pulls you closer to the edge, your bodies meeting again, chest to chest. He bites your swollen bottom lip and separates from you only to tilt his head and kiss you even deeper.
His hands move to grip the sides of your ass and you whine against his lips, causing him to grip you harder. Still chasing the feeling he gave you outside, you push your crotch against his as best as you can from your place on the counter.
âY/N.â He keens,âI'm never gonna get enough of you.â Rafe buries his face in your neck, leaving warm and wet kisses, leaving his hands to grope your sides.
Lost in the lust washing over you, you both hear the telltale pad of multiple pairs of feet, too late.
âOh shitâ A giggle. âDude!â Disgust.
âWhat the fuck?â Anger.
Your head whips over to see three shocked teens standing at the entrance of the kitchen with varying reactions. Rafe slowly lifts his head but doesnt look away from you. Your mouth opens and closes, floundering for words. You look between the three and Rafe as you push him away and jump off of the counter.
Nicky and Mia are slowly starting to snicker, but Roman is just staring at you with disbelieving eyes. The other girl is nowhere to be seen.
âOkay, now this. This makes more sense.â Nicky laughs, referring to this morning when your parents caught you and Roman in your bed, asleep.
âLooks like you have a date to midsummers now, Y/N.â Mia comments with a raised brow.
You remain frozen, aside from your bottom lip wobbling and you biting it in a second attempt to keep your tears at bay tonight. How many times can one girl be humiliated in a day? You don't even want to look back at Romans face.
Rafe eyes your wobbly lip and reaches for you, tugging your hand into his. âHey, wanna go to sleep now?â
âWhat the fuck is this? What's happening right now?â You look up from your entwined hands, at Romans dubious tone.
âRoman-â
âCome outside, Y/N.â He walks past you both, through the doors you just entered from, ignoring Mia calling his name on the way out.
You inhale a deep shaky breath. Your brother casts Mia a clueless, questioning glance, which she ignores as she's focused on examining you and Rafe. âI should...â You trail off as Rafe squeezes your hand softly, meeting his eyes.
âIts okay. I'll talk to him later, yeah?â He places a quick peck to your head.
âY/N, what's going on? I feel like I'm missing something.â Your brother comments quizzically.
Rafe moves to usher them out of the kitchen, âLater , man.â You hear him mutter quietly to Nicky, who meets your gaze one more time before turning back to the den area. Mia lingers a second as you squeeze and shake your hands out, nervously.
âHeâs never gonna get it together. Not for you, princess. Listen to Rafe, maybe that way you can stop stepping on people's toes and you won't get hurt.â Mia says the words quietly, but her tone of voice makes it clear that it's a threat. She smiles at you and follows in the direction of two older boys, while you do your best to ignore her and choke down all of the unpleasant feelings building up and make your way to the patio doors.
When you open the door, you immediately see Roman sitting on the porch swing with his head back, looking up at the sky with his usual pout. He doesn't move, or say anything so you walk over to him and sit down. Anxiety wracks your body, as you prepare to inevitably have an uncomfortable encounter with the bipolar boy you called your best friend.
You risk a glance at him and are alarmed to see moisture pooling in his eyes, âRoman.â You whisper. âHey, I-â
âWhat was that?â He sits up and turns to face you.âJust- what the hell was that?â
Your eyes widen a little at the intensity of his behaviour. He takes one of your hands in his and looks at you expectantly. âWas that just you guys being dumb, or was that -â He stutters for a second and then takes a deep breath. âOr was that something more?â
âI dont know.â The truth, you were too drunk to decipher your current feelings toward Rafe.
âWhat?â He scoffs. âI just caught you making out with my cousin,Y/N, and youre saying you don't know why?â He drops your hand, and faces forward, rubbing his eyes in frustration. Your eyes narrow at him. He was the one who'd failed to verbally recognize the fact that something definitely happened between you two. He's been avoiding it hardcore for the past month or so.
âNo, Roman, I don't. Besides, you didn't catch me doing anything.â You snap. âThe word âcatchâ implies that iâm in trouble, and I can do whatever I fucking want, technically. Nobody else seems to give a damn about my feelings.â You run your hands through your messy hair. Maybe you shouldn't have thrown that in his face but at the moment, he was pissing drunk you off.
The lanky boy looks at you with ferocity lurking beneath his incredulous expression. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?â
âUse your fucking context clues.â You cuss back.
He just stares at you as you attempt to avoid looking him in the eyes. For a second it seems like he's going to finally acknowledge the kiss you shared, weeks ago. You see the recognition in his features for a fraction of a second before heâs up, pacing. âYou're ridiculous. Seriously, if you think Rafe is gonna commit to you, or treat you well for that matter.â
Your mouth falls open in shock when you hear Rafes name come out of Romans mouth. He didn't just blatantly deflect the topic of conversation, did he? Bastard.
âJesus, have you lost your mind? You know what kind of person he is, Y/N. I thought you were smarter than that.â He pinches the bridge of his nose as he spews his bullshit.
You take his dramatic, silent irritation as an invitation to add fuel to the fire, fed up with his week-long diversions from the underlying issue in your friendship. âYeah, well, at least he didn't kiss me and then pretend it never happened.â You stand up and cross your arms defiantly.
Roman sighs a deep, shaky breath of air. âY/N... Jesus. You really wanna do this, huh?â You look up, toeing the area of grass you'd just been staring at. His face, his eyes, his whole demeanour are pleading with you to stop. âIt was my first kiss, Roman.â
He shuts his eyes for a second and you watch as his breathing becomes a little heavier. When he opens them, he starts toward your teary eyed figure but you step back and he stops in his tracks. âY/N, i'm so sorry. I didn't know that.â
You nod, tears spilling over your waterline and cascading down your cheek into the ground. Where you wish you could disappear. You ignore the pain in your heart. You ignore the way this feels like a friendship ending argument. You ignore his own tears as they begin to meet yours in the soil.
âI know.â You sniffle, you didn't want to punish him. You don't even know what you want from this conversation. This isn't a good idea, you're drunk. You can't ignore the wave of anxiety that hits you, completely out of nowhere. âI just can't do this, Rome.â
You start to back up, but he follows you. âDo what?â
You squeeze your eyes shut and uncross your arms to instead wrap them around yourself. After a breath, you open them. Roman looks regretful. âDo what,Y/N?â
Be your friend, Is what you wanted to say.
âI can't see you right now.â Is what you say.
You turn around before he has time to see your face completely crumble. Panic, anxiety, and heart ache all fight for dominance over the sob working its way up your throat. You swallow it down and go find Nicky. You wouldn't be staying in Rafes room tonight.
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By the end of the movie, your two youngest siblings are asleep. With Olivia having every Sunday off, you and Nicky fold up the blankets quietly talking about the film. Meanwhile, your Parents had each carried a sibling to bed to be tucked in. You grab a stack of blankets and carry them into the hall to put away in the linen closet. When you come back to the living room, your Mom is refilling your parents wine glasses, preparing to watch another movie with your Dad.
Nicky makes eye contact with you and widens his eyes slightly, insinuating something up.
âAh, the gangs all here. Good. Sit.â Your Dad walks into the den and clasps his hands quietly.
You and Nicky both sit down on a loveseat near the front door and exchange a look. Your parents only do these little meetings to drop big news.
ïżœïżœSo, nothing major but Wednesday night you're both expected to be home early for dinner. We're having guests over and there's a surprise involved.â
Nicky groans,âMom, please. If you're pregnant again, I'm getting emancipated.â
You scoff out a laugh at your brother's blatant statement, before covering it up as a cough when you get a look from your Mom.
âDominique.â Your father deadpans. âIf your mom is pregnant, Iâll take you all and run. It isn't that.â
Your mom downs her wine. âThis is why they don't have respect, Joseph.â
Your Dad gives her a warm grin and wraps her up under his arm. âLike I said, just be home early for dinner. Understood?â
You and Nicky ultimately agree without too much prying for details. After bidding your Parents goodnight, you both make your way upstairs. Your brother stops at your door as you enter your room and leans against the doorframe. âSo....â He trails off and you roll your eyes as you search through your dresser for a large Tshirt, settling on one that Roman left here.
âYes, Nicky?â
âWhat happened last night? I saw you mackinâ on Rafe but why was Roman so mad?â He walks further into your room and plops on your bed.
âNicky!â You whine, batting at him with the t-shirt in your hands. âGet the hell off my blankets, you went outside in that outfit!â
It's Nicky's turn to roll his eyes at your rules, as he dramatically rolls off of your bed onto a pile of laundry on the floor, stretching out like a starfish. âWhatever. So what happened? I noticed that you stayed at the house all day. And kinda have been for a while.â He adds.
You let out a dramatic sigh of despair and slide down your dresser so that you're sitting facing your bed. âIâm so dumb, Nicky. I think I fucked up.â
He sits up on his elbows, facing you. âWait, what? What's the matter?â
You contemplate telling him everything for a moment. What's the worst that could happen? Then you think back to the last time you asked yourself that question, and any ideas of total honesty dissipate. âI don't know...â and then, you remember. âWhat did you mean when you said that me and Rafe made sense?â
He sits up all the way and musses his hair. âI don't know, I was drunk, Y/N. I guess I always just assumed youâd rebel against Mom and Dad. Rafe would make sense for that. More sense than your childhood best friend.â
"Me and Rafe are friends, too.â You point out, although you know it's not the same.
âNot like you and Roman.â
You contemplate this quietly. Nicky comes over to where you're sitting and plants himself beside you.
âListen sis, I don't know what the hell is going on, but you can tell me if I need to kick someone's ass. I won't ask questions.â
You shake your head sadly. âIt's not like that. I just did a dumb thing and now I have to live with it.â
Your older brother stands up and ruffles your hair. âWell, that's nothing new, is it? Goodnight Y/N/N.â
âGoodnight, Nicky.â
He shuts your door and you change into your shirt before turning on your fan and hopping in bed.
After about 15 minutes of staring at your ceiling, trying to make sense of your feelings, you were over it. You were agonising over whether or not to check your phone for a text from Roman and beating yourself up over what happened with Rafe. You flip over and grab the TV remote. Deciding to listen to something scary, you settle on a rerun of the Paranormal Activity films and turn back over, letting the TV lull you to sleep.
Not 10 minutes later, when you're almost out like a light, does your phone begin ringing quietly on the nightstand. You register the noise and flail under the covers, frustratedly. You snatch your phone up and accept the call, barely registering the name on the screen.
âWhat?â You almost growl.
âWow, hello to you too, beautiful.â Rafeâs deep voice rings through the speaker.
âDo not disturb means do not disturb, not call twice, Rafe.â You can't help your tone, your anxiety keeps you up most nights, and you were so close to ending the night on a good note, moments before.
âI'm sorry, Iâd take any option that guaranteed your attention.â He laughs.â Did I wake you up?â
âYes actually.â You sigh, readjusting your covers from the flail. âDid you need something?â âCan I come over?â
âSeriously, Rafe? Its-â You pull your phone away from your cheek and look at the time, faltering.
âOnly 9 P.M.? Exactly.â You can hear his smug face over the phone. âSo?â
You feel queasy at the thought of seeing Rafe, despite being so explicit with him the night before. It felt like a betrayal to Roman in a way because you two hadnât spoken since the fight last night where he expressed his disapproval of Rafe and you together. Although a small part of you doesn't care about his opinion, after his blatant disregard for your feelings.
âI don't think that's a great idea, Rafe, my parents are awake downstairs.â You try.
Heâs quiet for a second, and then there's an incoming facetime from him. You answer the call and you see Rafe sitting up, shirtless, against his headboard. He has to fight his smile, seeing you laying on your side, hair cascading around your shoulder like a waterfall of curls.
âIs it because of last night?â
You mentally smack yourself for answering a call where he can see your face. Rafe always knew when you were lying. When you guys were 12 and 13, you covered for him when he broke one of Wards Golf awards and he figured out that you had a tell. You couldn't make eye contact.
âW-what?â
âThe real reason you don't want to see me.â He says in a bored tone. âIs it because of Roman?â
âNo.â You roll your eyes.
âDont lie to me, Y/N.â The dominant tone he's taking right now has you rethinking your previous statements.
âFine, yeah. It Is, Rafe.â Pulling the covers up to your chin. âHeâs one of my best friends, and you're his cousin. It feels weird that things are like this. I can't stop thinking about that stupid fight.â
You hear shuffling on Rafeâs end and then the sound of keys.
âWhat are you doing?â
âI'm comin over.â You start to protest but he cuts you off. âI'm gonna take your mind off of it.â
He ends the call and you're left staring at the screen dumbfounded. Now that heâs ended the call, you see a whole slew of texts and missed calls from John B and Kie, and even JJ asking you to join in on the boat day they had today. Nothing from Roman. He was usually always the first to cave after an argument, seeking you out almost every time. The lack of contact, admittedly worried you.
You sigh, sitting up in bed now. There are so many questions swirling around in your head. What was Roman thinking about? Was he still angry with you? What was Rafe thinking about? Was he going to try something? How were you supposed to hide yet another boy in your room without invoking your Mothers anger? More importantly though, how did you look right now?
You spring up and run to the ensuite bathroom. Your hair, once pinned up with a claw clip, now falls loosely around you with flyaway curlies everywhere and you wore only Romanâs T Shirt and a pair of boy short panties as makeshift PJs. You pull your clip out and stare at the excess tendrils of hair falling around you, trying to finger comb them down.
âIs it even worth it, for real?â You ask yourself as you eye the brush that would no doubt make your situation worse. Deciding that, no, it isn't worth it, you grab your mouthwash and gargle a mouthful before spitting it out, rinsing your mouth, and washing your face.
Back in your room, you realise how hot and stuffy it is. You unlock the balcony doors that face the ocean, so that Rafe can get inside. Then you pad across the floor and unlatch your bedroom window, going to open it for the breeze but nearly screaming out loud as it's pushed open, seconds later. âAhh!â
Rafes hand shoots out to cover your mouth as he precariously balances himself between your windowsill and the branch he's perched on. He gives you an exasperated look. âJesus, I literally live 5 minutes away. Move.â
You clutch your chest and take a step back just as he pushes off of the branch and pulls himself through the window. âWhy didn't you just climb onto the balcony, you could've fallen.â You comment as he steadies himself.
Rafe examines your face, stepping closer. âYour Mom had all the trees near it cut down, remember?â
Youâd forgotten about that. As soon as you turned 15 your Mom had to escape-proof your room because of an incident involving a party, a week prior. Which included cutting down the trees near your balcony and removing the garden trellis that crept up right beside it, leaving only an old oak tree beside the window that was across from your bedroom door. âOh, right.â
You back up and sit on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you. Rafe pushes his hair off of his forehead as he takes a seat. The sound of the movie playing is all that can be heard as you both quietly observe each other. He looks really good in his simple blue tee and basketball shorts, and you can't help the natural, girly giddiness you feel.
âYou look really pretty.â he starts.
Letting out a small laugh, âShut up. I look like I was about to go to sleep. You look good though.â You go to smack his chest playfully, but he catches your hand.
âYou're still the most gorgeous girl Iâve ever seen.â
Your heart flutters a little at his words, but you quell it and withdraw your hand slowly. One thing Rafe and his cousin had in common was their notoriety as two of the island's biggest playboys. âDon't say things you don't mean, Rafe.â
Rafe smiles at you knowingly, yet you don't know why. âRemember when we were like...â He thinks about it. âI was 9 and you were 8. We were playing hide and seek with a bunch of other kids at Oliviaâs garden party?â He questions.
You remember. Youâd gotten locked into the old outdoor cellar, while trying to use it as a hiding spot. You'd been locked in for what felt like hours as you plotted a way out, the music and ongoing party drowning out your cries. As a kid you remember thinking youâd be down there forever, You nod, telling Rafe to go on.
âYou had all the other kids going crazy, we all thought youâd gotten kidnapped but we were too scared to tell anyone.â He chuckles at the memory. âBut then you walked around the side of the house covered in dirt and I remember being so happy to see you. Even though you were crying and looked like a mess, running for your parents. You were the prettiest girl to me then. You're still that same girl, now.â
You make a face, scrunching your nose. âWhy is my near death experience such a significant memory for you? I could've died, digging that little tunnel under the door.â
âBut you didn't.â He laughs, ruffling your hair. âJesus, you suck at accepting compliments.â
âYeah, well, you kinda suck at giving them.â You smack his hands away, smoothing your mussed hair. His eyes shoot to your bare legs as your T-shirt rides up. Then they flick up to scrutinise the shirt itself and you wonder if heâll mention anything about its owner.
Instead he tugs at the hem of it with a sudden mischievous glint in his eyes. âAnything under here?â
You blush. âRafe, shut up.â You weren't expecting Rafe to be here right now in the first place. In fact, you'd tried to avoid it. Just because you guys got drunk and fooled around didn't mean you suddenly were into Rafe. That's just what teenagers do, right? Yeah, he may look like a god and he always smells good but you didnt wanna risk your friendship with him or Roman further.
âMake me.â
His fingers slip past the hem, teasing their way up your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you swear you stop breathing. But when his fingers brush too close to your clothed pussy, you snatch at his wrist and he looks up at your face, fingers frozen over your core.
âRafe, what do you want?â
âHonestly?â You nod, matching his heavy eye contact.
âI just wanna make you feel good, baby. â He inches his face closer to yours, while you slowly start to forget why you stopped him. âRight now I really want to make you cum on my fingers.â He only breaks eye contact as he presses his lips against yours roughly. You loosen your grip on his wrist, your inhibitions melting at his actions.
He takes the opportunity to press his thumb against your clit, eliciting a soft whine into his mouth. Your breaths mingle together, hearts beginning to race in sync with the electric tension that's filling the air.
Rafe cradles your face gently in one hand, fingertips tracing the delicate lines of your jaw as your tongues swirl against each other. His warm touch causes a shiver to go down your spine and he smirks into the kiss. You feel his heartbeat against your chest as he lowers you onto the bed, his fingers stroking you over your panties.
âRafe,â You coo against his soft lips. âKeep touching me there.â
âYeah, Princess? Like this?â Rafe drags his thumb around your clit in circles, increasing the pressure. Your hips grind involuntarily towards his hand as you nod, a moan escaping your lips.
âShhh, be quiet.â He presses another short kiss to your lips, letting go of your face to yank your shirt up to your belly and focus his gaze on his handiwork.
Rafe continues to tease you, your panties preventing you from feeling his skin. He looks up at you, watching your reaction as he ghosts his fingers over your entrance again. You were suddenly filled with a longing for something more - an indefinable desire that was rooted in your core, and it made you shiver with pleasure.
Rafe smiles smugly as he watches you, his gaze tender yet smouldering. He leans forward and kisses you, your mouths exploring each other with an intensity that takes your breath away. With each kiss, your concerns about Roman faded away, replaced by something new and exciting and unbearably sweet.
When he finally pulls away, Rafe drags his hand away from your pussy to brush lightly against your hips, tracing a gentle line along the curve of your waist. You shiver again, skin prickling with pleasure as he moves his hands lower.
To your surprise his fingers lace between yours, and he gently tugs you towards him. âDo you want me to keep touching you, baby?â You nod desperately, extremely flushed. âCan you keep quiet?â
You nod again and before you can protest his fingers are in your panties. He teases you slowly, and his breathing becomes heavier. You're lost in a world of sensation as his thumb finds your clit again, beginning to create blissful, swirling patterns.
His fingers slowly trail lower, to your entrance, and you can feel your body responding to his touch, almost dripping over his fingers. Your skin is alive with a pleasure you've never felt before.
Rafe groans while you throw your head back as he begins pushing his index and middle fingers inside of you, the stretching sensation too intense for you to take it. You grab at his forearm as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you, the heat from his touch making you moan.
âW-ait.â You attempt to push his arm away but he holds you in place with his free arm, his pace becoming more insistent. The painful stretch begins to fade into something much more pleasurable.
âLet me make you feel good,Y/N.â
Rafe moves his fingers at a quick pace, repeatedly stroking against your G-spot until you're a whining, moaning mess. As you begin to feel yourself nearing an orgasm, you silently beg him to stop before you could release, as if that would make this any better. Rafe, however, seemed to be enjoying your reaction and continued his assault, his fingers sliding deeper and faster.
You felt your entire body ignite with a pleasure that was both overwhelming and exquisite. Your hands find his shirt and you ball it up in your fists, feeling yourself release, squirting on his hand and your covers. Youâre screaming muffled profanities into Rafes palm as your orgasm finally engulfs you. Your body goes limp with relief, your breathing ragged as you lie there, trembling.
Rafe withdraws his fingers and sits up, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You lay there for a few moments, trying to process what just happened. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, but at the same time, you couldn't deny the pleasure you had just experienced. As you slowly sit up, fixing your panties, Rafe's smirk widens.
"That was quite the experience, hmm?" he says in a smug voice.
You could feel your cheeks flush and you quickly look away, your heart pounding with a mix of emotions. Rafe leans closer and puts his hand on your shoulder, turning you to face him. "Hey, It's okay," he says softly. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I'm just glad I made you feel that good. That was fun right?"
You nodded, your face still flushed with embarrassment. You look away again, not wanting to meet his gaze. âIt's just that... I didn't expect it to feel that way. I'm kind of overwhelmed. Sorry if that sounds stupid.â
Rafe pulls you into his chest and wraps an arm around you. âIt doesn't sound stupid. I get it, I've never seen a girl squirt before, either. I'm sorry if that was too much.â
You roll your eyes, as he can't see you, at his boyish thoughts. "It's fine, Rafe.â You pull away from Rafes hug and stare at your carpet awkwardly. Sensing your hesitance he looks away from you nonchalantly, âYou tired?â
Seeing the question as an out, you meet his eyes and nod, feeling the atmosphere in the room change. His smile is small, disappointed. âI'll see you tomorrow then? Or Wednesday?â You furrow your eyebrows. âThe dinner that your parents are hosting..?â
You remember your Dads statement earlier, the dinner and the surprise. âOh, okay yeah. You're coming?â
âYeah, So are Olivia and Roman.â Rafe replies as he stands up, wiping his cum covered hands on his shorts. You internally cringe at how awkward this interaction is turning out to be. It's your fault, you have to fucking ruin everything. You nod your head as if you aren't mentally cursing yourself out. âBut hey, Y/N?â
You meet his expectant stare. âYeah?â
He kisses your forehead before backing towards your window, smirking as he opens it once again. âI took your mind off of it, didn't I?â And with that he's gone.
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He did not, in fact, take your mind off of it.
Two hours later, you're still awake, staring at your ceiling fan trying to drown out the negative thoughts eating you alive. You had a tendency to overthink, and with that came anxiety. The best remedy for your anxiety was alcohol, which not only did you not have access too at the moment, but it also caused you to make dumb bitch decisions, occasionally. You couldn't help but crave it anyways.
You felt incredibly guilty and even ashamed that you let things go that far with Rafe, especially given the fact that he didn't seem to be concerned about your actual feelings about it.
As the minutes go by and sleep evades you, you give up rolling over to pick up your silenced phone. You have a slew of unanswered notifications but one name immediately catches your attention. Sitting up in bed you click on the notification, fast as shit.
45 Minutes Ago
Romeo: Jelli bbeen
Romeo: com to our beecfh
Rome: Plz im srory
Fuck, I'm a horrible person, you instantly hit the call button, knowing that heâs drunk off of his ass. When the call goes to voicemail straight away, you hop out of bed and throw on a pair of shorts and crocs, slipping quietly out of your room determined to go make sure he's okay.
You pause at the top of the stairs, listening for the sound of your parents, when you hear nothing you creep down the carpeted stairs slowly.
FInally reaching the back door, you slide it open as quietly as you can and creep outside. Shutting it behind you, you turn around to walk towards Romans house when you spot a figure, down on the beach, near your family's dock.
You curse under your breath and hurry towards the figure. As you near, you can clearly see Romans broad torso hunched over, one arm laying on his knee holding a bottle of Jack and the other stuck in his extremely messy hair.
âRome.â You call softly so as not to startle him.
He raises his head slightly, back to you, but doesn't move otherwise. âJellybean?â
âYeah... it's me, what's going on Roman?â You put a hand on his shoulder, sitting down beside him. âWhat are you doing sitting out here? It's almost Midnight.â
Roman looks at you in a mixture of melancholy and clear intoxication. His lips twitch into a slight frown, as if he is going to cry, but only momentarily, before he takes a shot and hands you the bottle. You take it, gratefully. âI needed to see you, talk to you.â Heâs slurring, dangerously. âI really fucking hate what happened yesterday.â
Before you reply you take a shot too, and sigh. âWhich part?â
âAll of it. I really fucking hated it all, guppy.â He turns towards you, his demeanor slightly more defeated than a minute ago. He was naturally a manic person, but when he was drunk, he went from tough guy to busting out every pet name in the book in hopes of being babied. âSeeing Rafe touch you, seeing you like it.... us fighting.â
Your eyes widen, slightly. âWhat does that even mean, Roman?
Roman stares at you with his sad green eyes, dejectedly. âI want to fix it. I fucked up and I want to fix it.â He taps the bottle in your hand and you hold eye contact as you take another drink, passing it to him afterwards, him doing the same.
âIt's not entirely your fault, Roman.â You let your eyes fall to the sand between you. You hated lying, but you didn't know what was going on in his head and telling him about Rafe being in your room, less than 3 hours ago, would possibly just serve to make him more upset. âI shouldn't have kissed Rafe.â You omit the part about you grinding and cumming on his dick, for Romans sake.
He grabs your hand in his and pulls you to scoot closer, you do. âYaâguys only kissed cuzâ I never talked to you about us.â he says. âMâ sorry if I hurt you baby. I love you, Y/N. I really fucking love you.â He cups your face, dragging his thumbs across your cheeks.
You hold your breath, deja vu from a few weeks ago hits you square in the chest. This is exactly how he kissed you the first time. You've wanted to hear those words from him for weeks, hoping that he was secretly in love with you too, not while he was this heavily inebriated, however.
You gently grab his hands and squeeze them, lowering them so they are between you both. âMaybe we should talk about this in the morning, bubba?â
Roman's lip starts trembling, barely noticeable, at the nickname. âY/N, no. You deserve an explanation, please let me explain.â He whines. âI do love you. It wasn't about you.â He looks at your joined hands for a moment before placing a kiss on your knuckles and peering hesitantly up into your eyes.
You couldn't help but want to hear him out. Your heart constricts as he begins speaking in a pained voice. âIt's my Mom, Y/N. Shes fucking insane. Do you remember, 9th grade, I was with Allie Mcentyre?â
You nod, pensively. You'd been friends with Allie that year, because she was dating Roman, before she abruptly cut you off. Roman seemed not to care, so you didn't either. âYeah before she ditched us.â
He grimaces. âShe didn't ditch us, Y/N.â You furrow your eyebrows in question. âShe was the first girl I ever brought around Mom, and the entire fucking time, she gaslit and- and lied an' manipulated both of us." Roman pauses as he hiccups, and gathers his words. "She would text her cryptic shit from my phone and then delete it so that it seemed like her angry texts were random, sheâd tell her that she wasn't good enough for me and me the same. Allie told me she didnt want to see me anymore after my mom told her mom that Iâd been having sex with multiple girls at a time.â He chuckles. âI was still a fucking virgin. She just wanted to ruin what I had. I realized sheâs only going to let me be with someone that she chooses for me.â
âRoman...â Your mouth opens and shuts while you process your next words. âIm so fucking sorry, that I didnt know about that. That's literally insane.â
Roman chuckles drily, you pull him into a bone crushing hug. âIt's okay, I didn't tell you.â
You squeeze him and pull away. "I shouldve been there for you, I'm sorry."
Roman shakes his head, placing a hand back on your cheek, thumb resuming its soft, delicate strokes. âNo. I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve the way I treated you. I love you, jellybean, please don't be mad at me.â
You gently press your palm against his hand but this time you donât remove it. âI could never stay mad at you, Roman. I love you too.â How could you ever be angry with this side of him? Nobody ever gets to see this side but you. The whiskey stupor you were beginning to feel caused you to zero in on the tall boy beside you.
His lazy, responsive smile is so boyish and sweet, it makes you buzz with desire, and briefly you recall wondering what it would feel like to do what you did with Rafe, with Roman instead. They are different in more ways than they were similar. Roman is hard and broken, but his pure heart radiates through the cracks, whereas Rafe was a tried and true asshole, though you had to confess you didn't know him as well as you knew the boy in front of you.
âY/N?â Roman bites his lip and a slight frown forms between his brows as he glances down at your lips. âCan I kiss you?â
In lieu of answering, you tangle your hands in his hair and pull him to you, desperately connecting your lips. You caught Roman off guard but he quickly grabs ahold of your waist in his free hand, managing to hastily pull you onto his lap.
As your mouths slowly move together, a warm electrifying feeling spreads through you, time seems to slow down, allowing you to focus solely on his lips and the emotions they were making you feel. His hands find yours, intertwining them with his, solidifying the bond you two were experiencing.
You couldn't help but think about the way Rafe kissed you earlier, only in that his kiss was much less intimate, yet more hungry and physically intense. WIth Roman, it was a slow dance of tongues and lips meshing that made you soaked for him in a completely different way. You purposely rolled your hips over his and he groans, squeezing your joined hands. You break the kiss and lean back slightly, admiring the boy who has your heart.
âHmm, baby?â His lips look a delicious, puffy red and his eyes are half lidded, he looks so sexy right now. Before you could help it, youâre grinding your pussy against his member again, both of you letting out satisfied moans at the friction. âY/N, shit. What are you doing to me?â
The whiskey in your system has your body acting on its own, out of sexual frustration from the months of built up tension between you two, desperate to explore it with him. You just let his cousin finger fuck you. Fuck, two shots wouldn't be enough.
You pick up the bottle of Jack Daniels, resigned to the choices you were about to make, and downed two or three shots. You force yourself to ignore the burn, and Romans drunk, questioning gaze as you tipped his chin and poured some into his mouth. He shakes his head with a grimace, swallowing down the shitty tasting alcohol.
Without wasting a beat, you begin peppering kisses along his neck, and he lets out a spur of dirty, drunken noises from the back of his throat.
âDoes that feel good?â You can't help but tease your clit along his clothed erection again, body moving intoxicatedly of its own free will, chasing the friction his shorts provided, as he struggles to answer and resigns to nodding. You move your mouth up to his ear, sucking softly on it before whispering, âRoman, I want you so bad, want you to fuck me.â
âWh-â Instantly his hands are on your hips, pushing you slightly back. âJellybean, what?â He seems almost instantly sobered as he examines your features. "I thought you were a virgin?â You flush at your own obviousness, feeling it even over the warmth of the alcohol coursing through you.
âWell... I mean, I am. But, I want you to be the first.â You grip onto the bottom of his shirt, glancing down, doing your best not to appear as the tipsy, desperate slut you feel like.
Roman sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a second, squeezing your hips gently. âY/N, I dont know about you, but Im really fucked up right now.â You nod, still not looking up but he lowers his head, forcing you to meet his eyes. âI want it to be good for you. I want it to be special, not like this, pretty girl.â
Your eyes begin to well up quickly, in humility at the perceived rejection and you look out at the ocean, wiping at your tears before they can fall. âI'm sorry, Rome, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry.â
âLove, you aren't stupid. Believe me when I say I want this as bad as you.â Roman shocks you when he removes your hand, that's clutching his shirt, to place it on his hard length. âThis is what you fucking do to me, baby. And when the time is right, I won't just be the first, I'll be the last too.â He gives you a lopsided smirk and a delicate kiss on the lips.
You offer him a small smile in response, he was being such sweetheart and you felt horrible. At the forefront of your clouded brain, you were desperate to replace Rafe's touch with Roman's as if it would erase your prior actions, but you shove it to the back, focusing on his reassurance. "Is that a promise?"
âOf course, it is. I know I've been so wrapped up in my own head, trying to keep everything...normal, but I don't want to do that anymore.â He pulls you close again and rests his forehead against yours. âI want this, baby. I want you.â
No, no, no. Roman, dont. Not right now. The guilt is going to crush you. You look down. âWill you be my girlfriend?â His hopeful eyes await yours.
You're quiet for a beat too long before you slowly look back into his expectant face. âI can't, Roman... my Dad. You know how he is.â It's bullshit, but he doesn't know it. Yeah your dad would have an aneurysm but you didn't care in the slightest. You had to make sure that Rafe wouldn't say anything about what you guys did, and break things off with him first, before you made an even bigger mess. Roman was wasted, he might not even remember this in the morning.
Romans face falls a bit at your words. He just promised to endure his mothers psychopathy for you and you wouldn't even return the favour? You hate the look that flashes across his face and hurry to reassure him. âI'll talk to him, okay? After dinner on Wednesday.â
He nods somberly, âYeah, okay. If you want to.â
You grab his face and plant a kiss on his pouty lips. âI do, Romeo, don't worry. And I promise, I will.â
He laughs at that, loving the nickname. You made many mistakes, but you wouldn't let this be one of them. The feelings that the boy under you made you feel, compared to absolutely nothing else. At least that's what you keep telling yourself.
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i'm not trying to replace you (only hold on to your memory)
@summer-of-bad-batch bonus prompt "Can you braid my hair?"
Fandom: The Bad Batch Characters: Hunter, Omega, Tech (mentioned) Set after the finale when everyone is living happily on Pabu Word Count: ~1950 Read Here on AO3
Synopsis: Omega misses the quiet rituals that had been hers and Tech's alone, and turns to Hunter for comfort.
Author's Note:- You all know @kybercrystals94, right? The brilliant mastermind behind the Summer of Bad Batch event? Detail Work is one of Kyber's earliest fics, and one of my favourites. When the hair braiding prompt came up during voting for the event I immediately had an idea for a story that occupies the hollow space of Omega's loss, and leads perfectly into my fic Beach Days & Hair Braiding So go read Detail Work and show Kyber some love, and enjoy this slice of Hunter comforting Omega too! :)
âHunter!â
The tone of Omegaâs cry had Hunter on instant alert, head jerking up from his task stirring the dinner. Omega flew in through the door, running straight at him and into his chest, face buried in his apron.
âWoah,â he soothed, carefully laying the sauce-stained wooden spoon atop the pot and instead cupping one hand to the back of her head, smoothing her hair as he brought his other arm round her shoulders in an awkward embrace. âWhatâs the matter?â
âNothing,â came the muffled reply. It was the least-convincing lie he had heard since Wrecker claimed he wasnât the one who had devoured the entire tray of delicately-prepared dainties Hunter had made specially for one of Echo and Crosshairâs visits.
âNothing,â he echoed sceptically. He settled her more firmly in his embrace, dropping his head to press a soft kiss to the top of her hair. âAlright then. I guess if nothing is up, Iâll just hold you for no reason⊠âtil youâre ready to talk?â
He let his voice lift the sentence into a question, and Omegaâs answering nod bobbed against his chest. Hunter squeezed her tightly, pressing reassurance into her with both arms now as they stood in the quiet kitchen and listened to the pots bubble on the stove.
After a while Hunter began to hum a tuneless, absent-minded rhythm, the noise vibrating through his chest and to Omega. Her breathing was evening out now, although he could still feel the pressure of her hands bunched tightly in his shirt-front through the apron.
The apron had been a gift from Omega who had gotten tired of helping him wash the food-splatter stains out of his shirts when he first started learning to cook. Wrecker was much better at cooking than he was, and endlessly teased his brother about being unable to smell when his food was burned or over-seasoned despite his enhanced senses. But Hunter persevered, determined to prove himself capable as more than a weapon of war â to be able to provide for his family in more ways than simply defending them from danger.
âNeed to stir this,â he cautioned, nudging the toes of his boots against Omegaâs feet. Obediently she lifted them one at a time, standing onto his feet, and let him waddle-shuffle them round so he could face the cooker again, reaching out to retrieve the spoon and attend to the bubbling pot.
Hunter shifted his arm lower across her back, holding her close to him and away from the hot pans.
âThink I made too much,â he said conversationally. âWho shall we invite round for dinner to eat the excess tonight?â
âNo-one,â mumbled Omega against his chest. Her hands finally relaxed their death-grip on his shirt, only to go round his middle instead. She turned her face to the side, cheek resting on his chest, and her words became easier to make out. âYou can save the leftovers for another day. We should have a quiet night.â
Something was definitely up, but Hunter merely rested his chin on her head as he worked and hummed an agreement.
âSure, kid. Whatever you want,â he promised.
When everything was cooked â at least, Hunter hoped it was properly cooked â he turned off the heat and carried Omega, still standing on his feet, in the same awkward waddle across the tiny kitchen to retrieve plates.
âNot as easy as when you were small,â he lamented with a smile, and that at last drew a giggle from Omega as she hopped down from his feet to help set the cutlery out.
Hunterâs gaze turned pensive as he watched her, though he quickly smoothed the expression into a smile when Omega glanced his way. She had grown so much in the months since they had settled on Pabu â finally, full-time, no half-commitments, settled down. For good.
She still bore the scars of her trauma from Tantiss, probably always would. Kriff, they all did. But each day that passed with more smiles than pain was a victory, and the longer they went without the shadow of the Empire darkening their lives, the more fully Omega relaxed.
Like she finally believed she might be safe.
Even then, she had the occasional day like this.
Plating up their meal and setting both dishes on the small table, Hunter sat opposite Omega. He cast one of his brief smiles her way, before turning his attention to his food.
âSo what have you been up to today?â he asked, tone light and conversational; he wasnât a sergeant asking for a debrief any more. Not to mention that the open question would let Omega tell him as much â or as little â as she was ready to.
âMe and the boysââ meaning the clones Mox, Stak and Deke, âspent the morning cleaning the bay from last nightâs storm,â Omega told him, shovelling food into her mouth. At least she hadnât lost her appetite. âThere was loads of cool stuff washed up there. Oh!â
She paused, laying down her cutlery, and reached into her jacket.
A wan smile lit her face behind the hesitation in her eyes, but she looked straight at Hunter as she said, âI made this for you.â
She pulled forth a length of string, coiled and knotted, and threaded with a spiral shell at the bottom. The twine â old fisher-net rope, if Hunter judged it correctly â was pushed through a natural perforation near the top of the shell, and the whole thing still carried the salt-rich scent of the ocean.
âItâs a necklace,â Omega supplied, as though it needed the explanation.
Hunter reached out and took it from her, carefully turning the shell in his hands and admiring the gentle intricacy of the spiral and the soft iridescence as it caught the light. Then he looped the string over his head, letting the shell hang against his sternum, over his heart.
âI love it,â he told her with a genuine grin, continuing to hold the shell with his left hand as with his right he resumed eating. âDid you find anything else?â
âSome tarpaulin we can probably patch,â she said, âand⊠I think itâs part of the Marauderâs nav console?â And she produced a dented metal cylinder, the transparisteel cover cracked and broken.
Hunter nodded, inspecting the part. When the Marauder exploded â was destroyed â debris had scored the mountain-face of the island near the docks, and been scattered wide into the ocean. They were still finding pieces all this time later.
âWe can probably repurpose it for something,â he said, setting it down to continue his meal. âWhat did you do with the rest of the day?â
âI was helping Phee rewire her shipââ
Omegaâs words choked off and she stuffed a huge forkful of food into her mouth to cover it. Hunter had noticed though. He watched as Omega chewed, gaze downcast and eyes too-bright, and knew they were getting close to what had upset her.
âSomething happen with Phee?â he asked carefully, nudging her ankle under the table to show his support.
âNot really,â said Omega with a head-shake, then abruptly, âCan you braid my hair?â
âWhat?â
Hunter blinked, nonplussed at the sudden turn in conversation and Omegaâs demanding tone. She was staring at him with a hard, uncompromising line to her mouth, the corners just downturned, and with her brown eyes shining with near-tears she looked for all the world the same as his brothers had when they were stubborn cadets. Probably looked like he had, too.
âI, uhâŠâ He glanced at her blonde hair, the lengths escaping her pony-tail tucked behind her ears. âI donât know how,â he admitted, then gestured vaguely. âWhy donât you ask Lyana?â
It was the wrong thing to say. Omegaâs expression closed off, her gaze dropping away from his once more.
âIt doesnât matter,â she said, then pushed her plate away. âIâm finished. Gonna have an early nightââ
âNow hang on a secondââ Hunter stood with her, chair scraping on the floor as he stepped quickly to block her path. She wouldnât look at him but she didnât shrug him off as he rested a hand on her upper arm, rubbing soothingly. âOmega. Why do you want me to braid your hair?â he asked, making sure to put the gentle emphasis in the right place.
Omega sniffed, and at last those threatened tears beaded on her lashes, starting to track down her tanned cheeks.
âI miss Tech,â she whispered, voice wobbling a little through the tears she fought to swallow. âHe used to braid my hair for me. I⊠I was hoping you wouldâŠâ
She trailed off hopelessly, and with a sympathetic noise Hunter pulled her back into a hug, holding her close and swaying slightly.
Casting his mind back, he remembered coming back from supply runs to find Omega with a neat pair of braids in her still-short hair, tied carefully at the nape of her neck. He pressed his cheek tightly against her hair now, giving her ponytail a gentle flick.
âTech did your hair?â he asked with a smile, surprised to find the thickness of grief in his throat as he spoke. âI always thought you did it yourself.â
Omega gave a laugh which was almost a sob. âI found some instructions on the holonet but I couldnât get it right. Tech was⊠Tech was so good at detail work.â She was trembling in his arms, but this was good, that she was releasing the pressure of her grief instead of keeping it inside for fear of upsetting her brothers. âI was hoping⊠You might be able toâŠâ
Hunter angled his head, pressing a fond kiss to her temple and holding her tightly. âOf course,â he murmured, voice holding a promise he didnât know how to deliver, but Force help him heâd try. âIâd be honoured.â
She relaxed a little into his arms, a shudder of grief passing between them as he willed love into her. Eventually she pulled back, swiping at her tear-stained cheeks with her sleeve, but she was smiling.
âYouâll learn to do it then? Braid my hair?â
Hunter nodded fervently. âIâll find someone to teach me.â
He reached up, stroking the stray ends of her hair that clung to her damp cheeks and brushing them back so he could see her face, blotchy and pink with crying. He took her cheeks in his hands, holding her face gently cupped as he smiled down at her. Letting a glimpse of his own sorrow leach past his usual mask, he breathed out a sigh.
âCanât promise Iâll be as good at it as Tech,â he cautioned, playfully flipping the ends of her hair. âYour hair always looked lovely like that, Omega.â He smiled, keeping one hand cupped to her cheek. âHeâd be so proud of how youâve grown.â
Omega sniffed, but now she was smiling even if it was with an ache of sadness.
âI think Iâm still going to have that early night,â she said, stepping back at last.
Hunter let his arms drop to his sides, a slow movement that ached with the reticence of releasing her, but that was his role in her life now. Learning to let her go. Still being here when she needed to run home to his arms.
âSure thing, kid,â he said softly, offering her one last pat to the shoulder. âIâll clean up out here.â
âMaybe⊠I could keep my door open?â suggested Omega. âSo I can hear you?â
Hunter smiled and gave her a gentle push towards her room.
âWhatever you want,â he promised, and he meant it.
Whatever she wanted. Whatever she needed.
He would be there for her.
Time to learn to braid hair.
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God loves a trier though, right? | Inner Demons
â« Alphabet Challenge, G - God loves a trier though, right?
Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader
Hi, sorry for the wait on this. This is a bit scrappy, not been proofread at all and I'm currently battling a headache while writing this so apologies if it doesn't make much sense, like at all!
I'm overwhelmed by the amount of support on this. It's definitely become one of my favourite things to write!
As always, my asks are open for anyone to drop me any ideasâ on this fic or anything else that people would like to see be written, however, I am only comfortable writing anything platonic though :)
Reader returns from the hospital, which leads to a heart-to-heart with some usual classic teenage sarcasm.
TW: heavy angst and mentions of SH, MH, suicide and death.
"Home sweet home" Leah pulls the car into the driveway and turns off the ignition, turning to look at you.
You fake a smile in the blonde's direction as you tug at the sleeves of your hoodie to fight the urge. "Glad to be home" You speak quietly.
You knew going home wasn't going to be as easy as you thought it would be, the reminder was right there in front of you.
A reminder of what you did, what could have been your end.
Until Leah had walked in and saved you.
You didn't really want to die, the voices on the internet were just too much to deal with.
The hate from the fans. The pressure from the media.
At times, everything can be overwhelming. But, being home makes it easier to regain control of being able to hurt yourself.
If you're being honest, that really does scare you.
The vague memory from that night still haunts you as you walk through the flat, sending a chill up your spine.
"Bubs?" Leah calls out to you, as she watches you freeze as you pass the bathroom.
"Uh, I'm... I'm a bit tired. Think I'm gonna have a nap" You tell her, slowly moving in the direction of your bedroom.
"Alright, I'll go and cook us some dinner. I doubt you've eaten much in the last few days if hospital food is anything to go by huh?" Leah jokes as she presses a light kiss to the top of your head. "Have a good nap, I'll wake you up when it's ready, yeah?" She adds.
Slumping into your own space, you glance around your bedrom and you're glad to see it's exactly how you left it.
You had missed your private space when you was in the hospital and you're just glad enough that the blonde hadn't gone to the extreme measures of removing your bedroom door at least.
"So the girls wanted to come around tonight but I thought it was best to hold off for now" Leah slides the dinner plate in front of you, you can't help but smile when you see it's smiley faces and nuggets.
One of the only things that Leah can actually cook.
You actually missed the small things like that while you were on an extended stay in the hospital.
"Sure" You agree as you reach for the ketchup bottle and squeeze a decent amount on your plate. "I'll be able to see them tomorrow at training, won't I?" You ask.
"Bubs" You can tell Leah is cautious to speak.
"I can train, can't I?" You look directly at the blonde as you await her answer.
Although you have a feeling that you're going to be sitting on the sidelines for a while.
"I have to train, Le! I can't put it off. I've gotta be ready to be selected for the matchday squad!" You insist as you stab your fork into a chicken nugget.
You watch as Leah frowns and hesitates to speak and that confirms your thoughts about it.
"We have a meeting tomorrow with Jonas, Kim, and some of the other staff at the club to discuss things--" Leah begins to explain, starting to eat her own dinner.
"I'm being sidelined?!" You interject in disbelief.
Leah shakes her head as she swallows her food before she speaks. "I didn't say that, Y/N" She states.
You can't help but scoff. "But you sort of did. I can't be sat on the bench-- I can't do it!" You try to insist. "I... I need some kind of purpose. I need a reason to get up in the morning!" You fight back the tears that threaten to spill.
You have to play. You have to be able to do that. You can't have that taken away from you.
"Bubs, let's just see what is said tomorrow. Okay?" Leah frowns and tries to take hold of your hand as you snatch it back.
"I have to be on the pitch, Leah. I can't be sidelined. I... I just can't do it" You state as you push your chair back and bolt up from the table.
"Where are you going?" Leah asks, confused.
"I need to get out. I'm going for a walk, or is that not allowed now?" You sneer as you move to walk over to the coat rack and grab one of your jackets.
"I'll come with you" Leah stands up from the table.
You huff and roll your eyes. "I don't need to be monitored. I want to be alone" You all but plead with her.
"I... I can't let you do that. You know I can't" Leah shakes her head in disagreement. "So we either go for a walk together, or we don't go at all" She states sternly.
"Guess we're both going then, wonderful" You mumble sarcastically and shove a pair of trainers on.
"It's cold out here this evening" Leah mumbles as she tries to pull her jacket more around to try and get warm, you decide to take a walk alongside the canal not too far away from the flat as you always thought clearer when you were near water.
"You didn't have to come with me" You mutter as you keep your hands shoved in your pockets.
You'd never been too much of a fan of the cold, but you just needed an escape as you felt like the walls were caving in around you being inside the flat.
"You know that I did" Leah replies quietly, exhaling a sigh.
"Oh yeah, of course, that's cos' I'm on suicide watch, right?" You can't help but joke with the blonde.
Leah tenses up at the mention of the subject that's joked about so casually as the two of you walk alongside the canal.
The blonde can't help but try and reach for your bicep to try and pull you away from being too near to the edge of the water.
"You can relax a bit Le, I'm not gonna try and off myself again" You continue to crack jokes about death like you're talking about the weather. "Although jumping into the water seems like a great idea" You add.
The blonde clicks her tongue. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that sometimes" She states in disagreement as she hesitantly looks at the water, trying to pull you back from the edge.
"It's the easier coping method" You quietly admit as you shrug your shoulders as you linger dangerously close to the edge of the water. "How deep do you think it is?" You ask, looking in the direction of the blonde.
"Come away from the water" Leah tries to pull you away from the edge again.
"Why? Afraid I'll actually jump in" You fire back as you can't help but laugh slightly. "You know I can swim, right?" You ask her.
"I know you can swim, but..." Leah looks nervous as she eyes your every move.
"But you think I'd rather try and purposely drown instead?" You wonder, already knowing her answer.
Leah shakes her head and exhales a sigh. "Y/N" She states in a knowing tone of voice that you knew all too well.
"The pressure is too much sometimes, the media... They can be ruthless" You admit quietly, looking back out to the water in front of you.
"I know" Leah replies just as quiet, waiting for you to speak again.
You tug at the sleeves of your hoodie and bite your bottom lip. "It's all too much sometimes. Sometimes I think the world is against me" You tell her, honestly.
"Bubs..." Leah starts to speak.
"Why were you and Katie fighting when I was in the hospital?" You change the subject, refusing to let your vulnerability show.
Leah exhales another sigh. "It's complicated" She says.
"Bullshit" You can't help but scoff and roll your eyes.
"Language" The blonde scolds.
"Well, why aren't you?" You repeat the question, wanting to know the answer.
"Well, adults have disagreements sometimes" Leah states, looking out to the water.
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. "C'mon Le, I'm a not naive kid-- Why're you not getting along?" You feel like you're constantly repeating yourself right now.
Leah exhales a sigh and hesitates to speak. "She just thinks that my decision was wrong, to allow the doctors to detain you in the hospital" She explains.
"I know that. You guys were literally fighting about it right in front of me" You remind her with the usual teenage cocky attitude you have.
"She thinks you should've been at home instead, with all of us watching out for you" The blonde defender continues to explain. "But Y/N... I don't know how I can keep you safe when you're at home. You joke about death so casually, I'm so scared that I am going to have to leave you alone, that when I come home, I'll find you lying dead on the floor in a pool of your own blood. At... At least this way when you were in the hospital, I knew you were safe and you couldn't hurt yourself" She confesses the truth.
The truth that leaves an eerie silence.
"I knew you were safe and you couldn't hurt yourself" Her words were like a continuous loop in your head.
Her confession hits you suddenly, leaving you feeling numb.
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Forbidden Love: Chapter 2
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Can we just kiss like real people do?
Summary: Professor!Emily x fem!student reader explore their new relationship.
Word count: 1.3k
TW: kissing, mainly jut fluff
Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female reader
Masterlist
Criminal Minds Masterlist Emily Prentiss Masterlist
Emilyâs pov:Â
I canât believe we are going out. I know sheâs a student but honestly, I couldnât care less about the rules right now. Sheâs perfect. Weâre currently standing in the lecture hall and she's in front of me, my hands on her waist just looking into her eyes, trying to memorise every little feature on her face. I lean down and whisper in her ear âWhat do you think about dinner tonight?â I feel her lean into my touch as she says âIâd love that.â A bright smile breaks out on her lips. God, I could look at her smile all day, itâs infectious.Â
I pull her into another kiss and take her hand as I lead her to my car. I open the door and she mutters a small âthank youâ and I smirk at how even the smallest gestures make her swoon. I walk to my side and turn the car on. Once weâve gotten on the road I place my hand in hers and bring it to the gear stick, feeling her tense up at first but relaxing after a second. I look over at her and see her smiling still while looking out the window, her eyes flick to mine for a second and then back as she blushes again. Sheâs going to be the death of me.Â
Reader pov:
Her hand is in mine, HER HAND IS IN MINE? Iâve never been so, I donât know, jumpy? Because of another person before. Itâs just something about her, the way she holds herself, the way she talks, the way she looks, the way she says my name, the way she cares. God, everything about her makes me nervous.Â
As we pull up to a restaurant near the outskirts of town my mouth drops open. Not only is it Italian food -my favourite- but itâs super fancy. Weâre in the wealthier end of the city right now so that really shouldnât surprise me but it did. In my haze I didnât see Emily leave the car and make her way over to my side, she opened the car door and took my hand to help me out, scarlet creeping onto my cheeks.Â
âSuch a gentlewoman.â I say teasingly.
âOnly for my girl.â She husked into my ear. Her girl? Oh my god.
As we got seated, she pulled my chair out for me and motioned for me to sit, âThank you.â I looked down at the menu to distract myself from her sheer presence making me hot. She sat opposite me and asked me âDo you drink?â I smiled at her politeness.
âI do, and Iâm not fussed about what.â Her eyes lit up when I said that - clearly excited to have control over the drinks for the night. Without sparing a second she waved over a waiter and asked for some fancy red wine with a fancy name that seemed like it cost a month's rent. The waiter came back with the bottle and two glasses, poured us both one and left the wine in the ice bucket he also had with him. She picked her glass up and gestured towards me and I lifted mine.
âTo our first date.â She said with a smile which I gladly returned.Â
âTo our first date.â We clinked our glasses and each took a sip of wine. My mouth watered at the taste. She really did know what she was doing when it same down to wine.
âGood?â Emily wondered out loud.
âSo fucking good.â I replied. She seemed pleased with my answer and continued to browse the menu. God sheâs gorgeous.
After dinner - which consisted of enjoyable, easy conversation and just generally getting to know each other outside the teacher, student setting - I got back in her car and she began to drive me home. While we were driving in a comfortable silence the pleasant hum of the radio in the background, my favourite song came on: Like Real People Do by Hozier. My eyes lit up and a grin made its way onto my face. âI love this song!â I say to her excitedly.Â
âNo way, same, Hozier right?â I turn to look at her even though she canât look at me because sheâs driving.
âYeah, I love his music! Whatâs your favourite song by him?â She pondered for a minute before answering.
âProbably Work Song, what about you.â She seemed genuinely excited that I knew his music and it made my heart flutter.
âEither Work Song, the one thatâs playing now: Like Real People Do or, Cherry Wine.â Her hand finds mine and is trapped on the gear stick again once I finish talking.
âYouâve got amazing taste in music.â My heart felt like it was going to soar out of my chest when she said that, itâs honestly my favourite compliment.Â
âThank you so much, so do you!â Her hand squeezed mine as she said,
 âThank you angel.â My head ducked to hide the blush bought on by the pet name, which she clearly has picked up on by now, but her unoccupied hand found my chin and turned my head to face her. I hadnât even realised we stopped but I didnât question it.
âHoney just put your sweet lips on my lips and we can just kiss like real people doâ
The song played as she pulled me in closer to her and locked her lips with mine. It was like heaven on earth, like two puzzle pieces sliding into place. Her lips already felt like home. We pulled away breathless, and she still held my face in her hand, the other one still preoccupied holding my own and gazed into my eyes, âCan I have your number honey, so I can check up on you and stuff?â I grinned affectionately at her rambling and the fact she just asked me for my number, I said yes and gave her my phone, unlocked. As she typed in her number I couldnât help but stare, her gorgeous smile gracing her lips, her eyes lit up in the light of my phone, her raven hair sweeping her shoulders, her nose scrunching as she sniffled a bit, sheâs just god sent.Â
I was pulled from my thoughts when she handed me back my phone, allowing me to chose her contact name, knowing she was going to watch whatever I put in I named her âem â€ïžâ. I closed my phone and looked at her, seeing her smirk already forming. âA heart hm?â I just nodded my head as she chuckles lightly, âYouâre so cute love.â She pecked my nose before bringing me in for another kiss, stealing my breath yet again. As we pull away I try to stifle my yawn, feeling the affects of the lecture and dinner catching up to me. âYou should probably go get some sleep y/n/n.â A nickname already? God if I wasnât down bad before I am now.Â
âY/n/n?â I questioned her just as she did me. A crimson layer painted her face and not mine for once.Â
âYeah, if thatâs okay with you?â She tilted her head slightly as she beamed at me teasingly, already knowing my answer.Â
âOf course it is.â Another kiss was planted on my lips and I smiled so hard my cheeks burned. I looked towards my flat and got my bag from the footwell. âIâll see you tomorrow?â I said hoping she wouldnât have to be away for a meeting and actually get to teach.Â
âSee you tomorrow princess.â I smiled again at the nickname, shut the door and waved to her as I got to my front step and walked into my flat. Sheâs perfect.
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Black Dahlia - 7. Marked Like You
One tragic day changes Dahlia's life forever. Despised by her father and brother, she's spent her entire life trying to be the child and sister she use to be. But nothing she ever does is good enough. She joins the Rider's Quadrant to prove them wrong. Garrick now in his second year has proven he is more than the mark on his skin to his fellow riders, and taken leadership of his own Squad alongside Xaden. Little does he know the girl walking across the parapet is about to send him on a rollercoaster of a year.
Garrick Tavis x OC (Dahlia Aetos)
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The gym was always empty just after dinner. Most cadets too full of food to even bother with training. Except for tonight. Tonight as I push open the door to the gym attached to where we did assessments a few days ago, are a trio Iâve become very accustomed to seeing together.
Xaden, Bodhi and the other I had come to know as Garrick.
Garrick who never hides his distain towards me. Every time I see him in the halls or make eye contact in battle brief his eyes are quick to harden at the sight of me. I couldnât blame him. My father had been apart of his parents death. He had every reason to hate me because of my father. And who could blame him with how much of an asshole my dad was. Despite that I couldnât deny the act was getting kind of old.
The gym isnât big, but its big enough I can have my own section of the gym and keep away from them. Though since day one, Bodhi has made it a habit to always be near me. Always taking the seat next to me in class and trying to talk to me. Youâd think with how much I was ignoring him heâd have gotten the hint to leave me alone. But he hadnât. He was persistent.
I feel their eyes on me as I make my way over to the opposite side of the gym where the punching bags are. Wanting to let out some frustrations after having another run in with Dain just prior to dinner. Word had apparently spread about my assessment, and he didnât think Iâd fought fairly. Youâd think heâd be happy I had won. Exactly what our father had asked from us. No. Apparently Iâd fought too dirty for his liking. He wasnât even there. I hit the bag a little harder than I intend to, a loud smack echoing around the gym as the bag swings wildly on the chain. Out of the corner of my eye I catch all three heads snapping towards me.
I push them from my mind focusing on the bag in front of me. Working through a series of punches and kicks. Though I was itching to get the staff from my bag. It had been nearly a week since Iâd used my favourite weapon. A weapon not generally favoured by riders despite it being quite versatile. I could have brought it out for assessments, but I didnât wont to go all out on my first challenge. Something I knew Emetterio had noted seeing as he had trained me the most.
I end my round with a well placed kick high up on the bag. Stepping back as I attempt to catch my breath. I yelp in surprise as a hand reaches out and stops me from walking into them. I turn to see Bodhi standing behind me, hands raised up in surrender.
âSorry, didnât expect you to literally step back into me.â He says with an apologetic smile.
âWell wasnât exactly expecting company.â
âYouâve got good technique. I take it youâve been training for a while?â He asks, gesturing to the bag still swinging on the chain from my kick.
âPretty much my entire life.â I tell him as I start to unwrap my hands. âNot being a dragon rider wasnât really an option for me.â
For a split second I think Bodhi is surprised by my words. Almost as if he had expected me to have a choice in where I went. But I hadnât. I never had despite what had happened. To pick anything other the Riderâs Quadrant was a disgrace to the Aetos name apparently.
âFigured you would have had some choice unlike some of us.â He says while following me over to the bench where I had dumped my pack.
I turn to look at him with a tight lipped smile, catching Xaden looking at us over Bodhiâs shoulder. Garrick on the other hand had his back to us, focusing on the workout he was doing. Not even remotely interested in us.
âI might not be marked like you, but just like you I also had no choice in ending up here.â
âWell as someone who had no choice in ending up here, and has been training all their life for here, I have a proposition for you.â He says with a massive grin on his face.
âWhat kind of proposition?â I ask as I place my pack onto my shoulder, ready to head back to my room now I'd let out my frustrations.
âHelp me train some of the other first years. Mainly Liz and Austin. Thereâs only so much I can teach them. But youâre the same height as them. You know how use that to your advantage. You can teach them how to get through challenges.â His voice almost pleading to me.
I hated to admit it, but he was right. Bodhi was too big and tall to accurately teach them how to fight. He could only teach them what he knew, how he moved. Which would work to an extent. But it would only get them so far. Theyâd both narrowly gotten through their assessment fights. Both being paired up against boys who werenât entirely sure if they should go all out on a fight against a girl. And if we wanted our squad to do well, then we needed to help them. And as I meet Xadenâs eye over Bodhiâs shoulder I know heâs hoping I would say yes.
I turn my gaze back to Bodhi and nod. âIâll do it.â
âExcellent!â He says a little bit too enthusiastically. âBe here tomorrow after dinner, Iâll bring them with me.â
And just like that heâs gone, jogging back over to Xaden and Garrick.
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