#the way she flutters her eyelashes at the end of the second gif ugh

[theperrylleluniverse]

Get a ROOM you two

[wutheringcaterpillar]

A Much Needed Break

Summary: Sneaking out of detention with Kitten, needing to feel her lips on yours for the first time.

warnings: first kiss, flirting

Glancing over at you with her flawless eyelashes and the pen in-between her plump lips, she nodded toward the door, hinting that she had an escape plan and to follow her lead.

Your blood pressure was rising extremely fast, the clear sexual tension building with every glance her way and her flirtatious gaze. 

“Ezcuse me- ugh sir.” The teacher turned his head in annoyance, looking at Patricia with dagger eyes and a scowl.

She waved him off, pursing her lips. “Y/N and I have a paper due tomorrow. We’re missing a book from the library, actually the book for your class. May I go get it?” He nodded her off, not in the mood for Patricia’s shenanigans before he resumed eating his banana, tending to the crossword puzzle he’s been stuck on for weeks.

Biting her lip, she glanced over at you, gathering some random papers out of her bag before exiting the room.

How were you supposed to leave? Surely he wouldn’t let you out at the same time. 

There was a loud thud out in the hallway. Taking that as a hint for a distraction, when he closed the door behind him, you hurried off out the back door, stumbling in the hallway looking for Kitten until she pulled your arm, yanking you into the library.

She playfully raised her finger to her lips to “be quiet”, sneaking you both toward the back of the room between two aisles of books.

Her angelic blue eyes bore into your soul, your stomach responding by fluttering with overjoyed butterflies. She was insatiable and everything you wanted.

“Kitten what’re you-“ Her cherry glossed lips clashing against yours silenced you, her tongue delving inbetween your lips with the profound urge to taste you. Her lips were smoothe, and heavenly causing your eyebrows to raise in surprise as you leaned into her touch, deepening the kiss with each passing second.

Her hands glided down your sides, resting on your hips as she ravished you, consuming you with desire. 

She lifted you off the ground, holding you up by your bottom, nibbling sweetly at your neck while you giggled and moaned quietly. Books scattering on the floor from the abrupt change in position.

“Such a sweet peach you are, and I must say I have the guilty pleasure of being the cream.” You giggled in her hold, heart pounding in the thrill of being caught with her.

She was playful, cute, adorable, and oh so brillant at kissing. You blushed against her lips, wanting to taste more of her but knew you were on a time limit. Surely the teacher had to wonder where you are but Kitten didn’t have a care in the world, far too engrossed in your adorable self.

Your hands roamed the small of her back, the tension rising in the tight proximity as she continued to ravish your lips in a state of lust.

She curved her lips into a smile, running her hand down the bottom of your thigh, grasping the smooth skin delicately.

Her tongue crept in between your lips, just desperately wanting more and more.

“We should probably get back soon.” Kitten pouted, not wanting this insatiable, palpable moment to end. She’d have endless dreams about you, endless thoughts about you, her eyes always sneaking glances at you.

Pressing your lips against hers once more in a heated, desperate, long kiss, time stood still for just a moment before you pulled away and booped her nose.

“Meet me at the park after school, okay?” That turned her frown upside down. She set you down gently and walked back to the cafeteria with you, hand in hand.

Walking into the room, the teacher raised a questionable brow. There was no book in Patricia’s hands, and you both were out of breath, smirking and blushing. He wasn’t born yesterday. “Couldn’t find the book, huh?” Kitten shrugged, smiling and acting oblivious while you sat nervously in your seat, still replaying the events from just moments a go.

“Oh it seems not sir. What’s the saying? Can’t find a needle in a patch of hairy ass if you tried?” 

[curiousconch]

Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 4)

Part 4: The truth will never lie to me

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Trapped in a conference, Gabe and Alex bask in the afterglow of their interrupted moment by the lake. But before Alex can fully comprehend how she felt, she unravels a truth that may cease the chase altogether.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.8k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language, implied sexual content. Reader discretion advised.

Author's Notes: Surprise! Yep, it's an early release! I made revisions to fit the ongoing narrative and ended up breaking it down into two parts. Also, this series may span longer than I originally intended it to be, not wanting to rush things. It will probably extend until Part 7, depending on what happens at the finale. I do hope you'll still stick around. If not, I'll totally understand. 😉

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Late night, Boston

Shoe laces, cool wind and the darkness of the forest enveloping them. His breath shuddering with how close her lips was. His throat running dry.

Wanting, longing.

Just a little taste to find out how intoxicatingly delicious those cherry lips would be in his mouth and to feel the heat of her body against his.

And then a splash.

Gabe blinked as he felt ice cold liquid pouring over his crisp white shirt. He wasn't sure if he was having déjà vu.

"Oh, sorry mate," a man standing nearby had bumped into him, making the glass of scotch he was drinking shake and spill into his impeccable suit. He forced down the tasteless curse words forming in his mouth, groaning in frustration at the dissipating sensations from what he had been imagining.

His mind was stuck in an endless loop, replaying the romantic encounter with Alex just the night before. But very much like after Beau's dive into the lake, his consciousness whipped achingly back to reality.

Gabe was leaning on the mobile bar, set in the middle of the conference reception. Did he just lose himself in a daydream like a fool? He wondered, murmuring through his madness.

The time alone with her provided him a glimpse of what could be between them. And oh how euphoric it had been to have her so near, to watch his body respond to her like no other.

It left him just craving for more.

He was lying to himself if he continued to deny that he has feelings for Alex, and how deep he was already in for her. But he knew it wasn't meant to be, at least until after he admits the truth. Until then, he had to pull away.

Easier said than done.

For now, he settled for a view of her, his eyes scoured the room for the subject of his fancy. When he found her, Gabe couldn't stop his smile and the fluttering of his heart, or the warmth growing between his legs.

There she was, in the far side of the room, shining brighter than any star that they had seen in the night sky. Her audience completely captivated as he was with her.

The sight of her in that blue dress swept Gabe back into his fantasies, and how infuriatingly near he was to giving into them. He had to clench his fist around his tumbler, suppressing any trace of his earlier wild thoughts.

Apparently sensing the weight of his gaze, Alex turned to him, their eyes meeting in silent conversation. He watched as she excused herself before making her way towards where he sat.

Half-smiling, Alex's confident expression as she approached him made him swallow hard.

Gabe summoned all his willpower to rein himself in as she got closer. He plastered his usual cocky smile, once again putting up a wall of professionalism. They were in a conference, he reasoned.

"Still watching your wards, old man?" Alex chuckled as she reached a seat beside him.

"Working the room like a pro like that? Very hard to ignore," Gabe interjected, shaking his head. "Had to say Alex, I'm impressed."

"Glad you noticed," she smiled, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Frankly, you charming the top tier lawyers were hard to miss," he said, with lips quirking into a grin.

"Were you watching the whole time?" she asked.

"Difficult not to, seeing how you're the best-dressed lawyer in the room," he continued, savoring the easy conversation.

She scoffed before turning around, grabbing a napkin from a bartender. Alex offered it to him, pointing at the light stain on his clothes.

He finally muttered a curse, realizing he had been too distracted not to notice the result of the spillage from his own drink. This was one of my best suits.

Gabe almost jumped when Alex started to wipe the front of his suit.

His eyes narrowed, unable to process what was happening. On impulse, he reached out to her, encircling his palms around her wrist. Alex snapped her head up at the touch, the intensity of her gaze enchanting him.

It took all of his strength to break free from it. He cleared his throat and looked away, before grabbing the napkin from her grasp without warning.

It had always been like this. At first, there was this fluidity, a natural attraction between them while they interacted. Then another goddamn minute passes and it all becomes downright complicated.

Gabe wasn't having it.

He briefly shut his eyes closed and released the breath he was holding. When he opened them, he focused his attention on wiping the stain from his jacket, avoiding Alex's questioning gaze. He decided to divert the conversation, robbing her of any opportunity to re-capture him in a trance.

"Don't worry, I don't judge potential partners solely on congeniality. Though I can't speak for Sadie." He then turned and discarded the cloth on the bar. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to speak to a friend who I'm sure will be thrilled to know I'm now a partner."

He finally dared to look at Alex with almost apologetic eyes, before swiftly walking away towards a sea of unfamiliar faces.

Alex was left gaping at his hasty departure, uncertain how it all went south so quickly. She wanted to grab his arm and pull him to her so badly, to pick things up from where they left off last night. From that moment when his lips was inches away from taking hers, before they were interrupted.

Her body ached to be near him. Then again, that's not how she usually operates, so she let him be.

She had never thought her idol was such a tease. Or perhaps, traditional? Alex snickered. Oh how I'll make you beg, Gabriel Ricci. She exhaled, the sultry thought of the man on his knees in front of her suddenly hiking up the temperature in the room. Alex had to fan herself to cool down.

Along with the idea of finally spending some alone time together, conjuring the image of waking up beside Gabe excited her. Well, if ever this chase between them actually culminates to something.

But why was she following this trail of thought? In all her conquests, she had never stayed for what came after. She had that with Julian, and look how that ended. For her, it was always just for the fun. So why does she suddenly liked the notion with Gabe? She shuddered. Ugh, weird.

Maybe it's because it's taking the long game with him? Alex didn't want to know.

Leaving that for now, she resorted to ordering another shot of patron to drown the remnants of her heated thoughts. On her third glass, Alex heard a familiar voice ordering a shot of bourbon. She swiveled towards it and caught sight of Lina Reyes, the opposing lawyer from the Willow case.

"Fancy meeting you here," Alex smiled lazily, remembering how temptingly attractive she was. She also recalled the offer of a hook-up, which she politely declined out of courtesy.

But now, seems like she's getting another chance. And with Gabe being annoyingly hard to get, Alex had to have fun somewhere else. It's not like she and Gabe was committed, right?

Lina scooted closer to her, smelling of a heady mix of alcohol. "Speaking of fancy, damn. You look more incredible than I can remember, Alex," she teased, provocatively arching her brows at her.

Alex quickly picked up Lina's attempt to flirt, stoking her bruised ego. "Gotta be dressed to impress, right?" she waved her fingers as if in curtsy. "Enjoying the conference?"

"At this point, things tend to devolve quickly. But I do plan to have a nightcap back in my room," Lina smirked, Alex feeling the heel of velvet pumps brushing along her bare leg. "Maybe you could join me?"

The woman wasn't exactly subtle, though Alex had to give props to her for her confidence. She liked that in anyone. So Alex returned the gesture, letting her fingers hover an inch over her arm while batting her eyelashes. Two can play that game.

"I think we should stay here."

Wait, what? Did she just say no? Subconsciously? Did hell just freeze over? Or did her brain left her head?

Both women blinked, unable to determine who's more mortified between them. They were both quiet, until Lina broke the awkwardness by a chuckle.

"Had to try, didn't expect I'd be turned down twice," she said consuming the rest of her drink in one gulp. "Worth it though." she shrugged, ordering another round for herself.

Alex struggled to compose herself, brows furrowed in confusion by how that went down.

"Oh don't be so bothered, you're not my first rodeo." Lina poked at her jokingly, clearing up the air. Alex thanked her, and the conversation went smoothly from there.

Several more drinks in, the two women chatted on, venturing into a variety of topics in law and in love. It didn't take long before Lina started to slur in her words, to which Alex found amusing.

"Looks like someone didn't pace herself," she observed as she sipped her cocktail.

"Ah don't mind me, had to cleanse my palate after all the boring sessions earlier," Lina toasted her glass on hers, wobbling as she shifted to face her. "We are a rare breed, us fighters," she leaned towards Alex, lowering her voice to a whisper. "We like-minded women should just stick together, you know?"

Alex was relieved she turned her down the second time. Barely listening to her, she started to drift off as Lina continued rambling on, turning around to face the crowds as her eyes tried to locate that handsome man. Alex smirked when she found Gabe's sexy outline.

"Lot of ungrateful dipshits being freed from prison, even after we work our asses off proving they deserved an earlier release. Khan, Kozlowski, those celebrities involved with the Ivy League admission scandal? Hell, even small town criminal Cornell was released in the last five years alone!"

And with that last statement, Alex froze. "Say that again?"

Confused, Lina stuttered as if she can't remember what she was saying. To Alex's annoyance, she went silent, apparent that more humiliation was on the way. Lina abruptly stood, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprinted to the bathroom. Alex let her pass.

Assured that she'll be fine with her colleagues flanking her, Alex started to obsess over Lina's last sentence.

Was that just the patron? Or am I getting too drunk and starting to hear things? She asked herself, bewildered at how randomly Lina mentioned a Cornell.

With an exasperated sigh, she decided it wouldn't hurt to check. She pulled out her phone from her purse and fired up a search engine, where she typed in the godforsaken name. Alex tapped enter.

As soon as the results loaded, she felt the world crumble beneath her.

No, no, no, no, no. This fucking didn't happen.

She clicked on one of the articles from a local news outlet. The picture beneath the headline shoving her nightmares front and center. There it was, the title written in bold stated loud and clear: Cornell Son Gets Early Release.

Alex bit her lip as she fought to gather herself together, speed reading through the article. This was definitely a surprise, but what really got her reeling was the figure of a man walking behind Maximilian. She'd pick up who that was from anywhere within a mile radius.

Alex tried to keep herself rational, but the shock rippled through her, enough to shake off the alcohol in her system. And why did her stomach churned like she was punched in the gut a hundred times over? Why did she felt fucking betrayed?

Unexpectedly, she knew it wasn't discovering Cornell was now walking freely in the streets.

Deep down, Alex was aware it was because Gabe Ricci was involved. Either way, it looks like her high and mighty boss has some explaining to do.

Her blood boiled, a myriad of questions went through her mind. Resolute, she wanted those damn questions answered. Tonight.

She downed her drink and slammed the empty glass on the bar, sending a text to draw Gabe's attention.

She looked over where he stood, watching the frown in his face as he read her message. She clicked her head, beckoning him outside.

Even he can't fathom the fire storm that was about to come his way.

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[bnhavibes]

Promiscuous; Part two.

“Spill the Tea”

What previously was a brief occurrence, became an almost every other day event. The angry boy having some snark comment about “too many” guests entering the building(even though you’d only slept with one random and had a few friends over), or maybe your aromatic dinners filling the hallways. Regardless, you were sick of it. A couple weeks away from your annoying pet rat scratching at your front door was sure to do you some good.

You made arrangements with Midoriya, who only laughed heartily when you told him what Bakugou was up to.

“Maybe Kacchan has a crush on you.” He teases over the phone, “But don’t worry, I got some business out of town anyways. So long as you save me a treat or two...”

“You’re so cheeky, Dicku. Maybe if you come back early you could indulge in all the treats you desire.” You flirt back, smiling smugly as he huffed in response.

“Looking forward to it, doll. You know where the key will be.” He said in a low hum, and with a CLICK! the call ended.

You sigh in content, Midoriya isn’t the best for you romantically. But his dick is another story; Never in your life was someone as big as he was, and the praise he gives hits all the boxes you need for a fulfilling orgasm. You salivate a little as you think about past hookups with him, each one of them something out of a romance novel. (or maybe fanfiction)

Pulling your hair back into a soft braid made it easier for you to gather your bags and leave, quickly and quietly attempting to lock your door so that you wouldn’t be caught by your neighbor.

“Going on a trip?” The cheery voice startled you to your core, earning a small yelp from your throat.

“Oh shoot! My bad, I didn’t mean to scare you, (Y/N)!” Kirishima beemed, placing his rough hands on your shoulders in attempt you coax you.

“God, Ejirou, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You chuckled, watching his muscles twitch and flex as he removed his arms from you. “You’re sneakier than I remember.”

He laughs boisterously, holding his belly as he leaned his head back a bit. “You’re more silly than I remember.”

“Well, if you must know, I prefer the term entertaining or intriguing!” You gush sarcastically, shooting him direct eye contact with that beaming smile of yours. His cheeks flush as he catches his breath, and you use it as an opportunity to escape; “I am going on a minute trip, but I am a bit hungry. You know where I can get a good bite to eat?”

His eyes gloss over as he takes in your body language, licking his lips subconsciously as he nods his head in response. “Th-There’s a great Hibachi place down the road— ?”

You suck your teeth in a feigned disappointment before his sentence finished, “Yeah that place isn’t... fulfilling enough for me. I want something that can get me stuffed, you know?” You say, your hands hovering over the skin of his arms, causing goosebumps to glide over his body.

With no response from Kiri, who was probably stumbling over his thoughts on how to react, you boop him on the nose. “Maybe I should get some ramen! Yeah, ramen is sooo good. Care to join me?” You ask, fluttering your eyelashes up at him.

His breathing becomes shallow, chest rising and falling a bit quicker than usual when you decide that maybe sleeping with Kiri would only make Bakugou rap down your down even more frequently; he is the explosive boy’s best friend afterall, and he protects him like a brother.

“Pfft, as if he’d be caught dead with you.” Another voice echoes through the hall.

You roll your eyes and exhale as you look over the Hard Boi™️’s shoulders and find a pouty Bakugou. “Oh, wow, it’s Lord Exploding Diahrrea. Back to torture my door again?”

“Tch, like I give a damn about your stupid door. What’re you two doing out here?” He sneers, dead-eyeing what you felt was more Kirishima’s frame huddled against you than your own gaze.

“(Y/N) was j-just asking about good food Bakubro! Aheh— so I uh, was giving her recommendations cause she’s about to leave.” The nervous redhead had whipped a 180 as soon as he heard the sparkler’s sharp voice, hands up as if he were being interrogated.

“Leaving?” Bakugou growled, giving you and your bags a once over before continuing, “Tch, what, you won a shitty vacation or something?”

“No, I’m going to be staying with a friend... of sorts... For a couple weeks to catch a break.”

His frowning scowl returns, unbeknownst to you a jealous look. “A break from what? All you do is go to work and play shitty music at stupid hours with your dumb friends.”

“Um... creep alert much?” You say, reflecting your own disgusted look at him. “Besides, I prefer to have a peace of mind at home and no offense or anything but I’m getting annoyed seeing your fucking face barking at my door three times a week.”

Ouch. Kirishima felt Bakugou’s pain, he even winced a little as the words left your lips, and he held his temples in his hand with his eyes shut as he awaited an explosive response.

“I see,” was the blonde’s only reaction. His sparks no longer popped at his hands as he shoved them into his chest, folding his arms in defeat. “Well if it makes you feel any better I’ll just call the fucking landlord next time.”

“You should’ve been doing that from that start, pop rocks.” Your anger was more towards his lack of resistance than him. “So you wanna go get ramen with me or what?”

His eyes avoided your gaze at all costs, silently hoping you’d not notice the pain he was feeling. “Nah, I make ramen better than any shitty dive nearby. Plus, Kirishima and I were headed to the gym anyways. Enjoy your shitty ramen and your break.”

And with that, he walked away. Kirishima stumbled between catching up and telling you goodbye for a few seconds before just chasing after him. Soon after, you realize you might’ve been too mean towards him. You left reluctantly, dragging your suitcase and duffel bag to the other elevator with a huff.

Your vacation was shorter than you had set plans for, by about a week, since Midoriya ended up having too little time to even come back into the hotel and talk let alone fuck. Bittersweet, though you felt it was repercussion for being cold to Bakugou.

“It’s not like I owe him anything, right?” You rhetorically ask Mina, who was the sole bakusquad member who didn’t live with them, as you exited the elevator.

“Nah, but Bakugou has always been a touchy bitch. I call him Bakubitch preeeeetty often.” The alien queen giggled, “I mean you guys never really talked much but what if you, yanno, have like a soul tie or something? It would explain why you feel so bad about being a dick.”

“Or maybe— just hear me out on this— I’m just *too* nice.” You hold back a smirk while you wait for her response.

“HAH! No way, jose. You have to admit you were a bit of an ass.”

“But he’s ALWAYS an ass!” You exclaim, kicking your shoes off as you entered your apartment.

“Yeah but you’re usually flirty and bouncy with him when he’s an ass so for you to say something out of pocket he must’ve took it pretty hard.” She says between munches, probably packing down popcorn since she was supposed to be at the movies with some guy.

“That’s so annoying though, how come he gets to be an ass but can’t handle a clapback?”

“That’s a question for Bakubitch, listen, I gotta go— Hot guy 25 is calling me cos the movie started, don’t be a dick and call me if you need to talk later BAAAAIIIII~” Bleep!

She was gone. You sigh dramatically, tossin your phone onto the couch when you realized how much dust collected on the cushions in just a single week.

“Guess it’s time to clean.” You mumble to yourself, turning the soundbar on a medium volume to avoid any trouble. Cleaning really helped you get your mind right sometimes, and it was pretty satisfying to see the end result. You pondered over your interactions with Bakugou as you did laundry, the white noise created by the washer and dryer focused your thoughts as you began to realize that maybe you had the hots for him.

Just then there was a harsh, but quick, rap on your door. Heat ran up your cheeks, knowing the knock all too well.

“Can I help you?” You manage to squeak from behind the door, peering through the peephole to find a pouty blonde staring at his shoes.

“Open the door.”

Something is off about him and against your better interests, you comply. “I have my volume on medium.”

His eyes crawl up your body to meet yours briefly, before snapping away. “I’m not— Ugh. I didn’t come to bark at you.” He says, grinding his teeth. “I came to.. Apologize.. or whatever. For annoying you.”

“Bakug—“

“Katsuki.” He says sternly, cheeks and ears a flush pink, his eyes glued to the belt he was “re-adjusting” to avoid facing you.

“Katsuki,” You repeat, noticing the redness deepen on his face as your voice called out his name. You say it softly, trying to meet his gaze by stepping in his field of vision. God, he’s so fucking hot when he’s obviously feeling inferior. But I should tell him how he’s making me feel.... right?

“I should be the one apologizing, I.. didn’t mean it when I said you barked. And I don’t think you’re annoying.”

“Tch, like some lame insult could get to me.” He says, sparking a smile across your face.

“Of course it wouldn’t, the future number one hero has to be thick skinned right?” You tease flirtatiously, finally earning his gaze with a scoff.

“You’re damn right,” He smirks, a wave of relief (and heat from the look he gave you) flowing over you. “That’s all I came to say so—.”

“Do you wanna come inside?” You ask hastily, unintentionally squeezing your thighs together. Hopefully he can read between the lines. “I have tea on the stove, so...”

He stiffens at the offer, gulping down harshly before nodding a bit. You step aside, pressing your back against the door a bit as he walked in. The smell of vanilla candles filled your apartment, and freshly cleaned floors made it easier for his feelings to feel less.. uncomfortable.

“I don’t really know much about you, so do you mind if we could just... chill and act like normal people for a bit?” You ask as you disappear into the little kitchen to gather your approach.

He was busy removing his shoes and trying to not say anything stupid, but it was more of a rhetorical question anyways. He was internally freaking out, however, not knowing how to approach you or even talk to you about anything. He was worried he would be rude or obnoxious, and that it would scare you off.

“What’s your quirk?” He asks, a little harshly before clearing his throat, “My bad, I, uh, don’t remember from high school.”

“You’re fine, Katsuki, umm. Well honestly it’s not as cool or helpful a quirk as yours. I can use my pupils find the tiniest details in things, kinda like a magnifying glass just— in my head.”

An acknowledging grunt was heard, and you realized he was much quieter than you’d expected. Bringing the tea to your coffee table in the living room, you continued the conversation.

“I didn’t practice using it much since I was just a support student, but now that we’re in college I’ve discovered I can even help people find lost things if I look in their eyes. But it takes a lot of energy out of me.”

“Well that’s not completely useless, how does it work?” He says, taking a seat beside you on the couch as he bore into your eyes.

“Just gotta keep eye c-contact, fuck!” He had you on edge, spilling your cup of tea a bit and burning a finger. You felt his eyes on your backside as you cleaned the table off. “I just cleaned this shit.”

“You good?” He asks, snapping his eyes back to your own as you looked back.

“Yeah, I just, burned a finger.”

“Lemme see,” He says, taking your hand by the wrist and pulling your freshly manicured, and burnt, finger with the other hand up his eyes to inspect.

“Tch, it’s not even a first degree burn.” he snarks, licking the tea off your finger. “Nice nails, clumsy ass.”

You felt your face getting hot, and there was something about the way he kitten licked your finger that made your core heat up as well.

“T-Thanks, I just got them done.”

A long pause stilled the room around you, your heartrate racing as you noticed his eyes clouded over.

“You— You still have my hand.” You speak softly, but you don’t even budge as he pulls your wrist behind his head at the nape of his neck, your body falling onto his lap as he did.

“Tch, so clumsy.” His voice rumbles in his chest, never breaking eye contact with you.

You licked your lips in anticipation, “Good thing I’ve got a hero around.”

Part three.

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[ironmansuuucks]

Like Father, Like Daughter - Part 2

dewey finn x Stark!Reader - Part Two

Heyooo, so this is part 2 of my dewey finn x Tony Stark!daughter fic!! this is just a continuation from the last part which i will try and link just below this bit here!! Tony is much more involved in this part hehe, but there is quite a lil bit of angst!! let me know what you think, those who i’ve tagged are those who commented on the last part!! Hope you Enjoy and there will be more to come!! lotsa love xx

PART ONE  (i think i done that right??)

Words -2017

Warnings - Swearing and angst? think that’s it?

“ugh god, JARVIS what time is it?” Tony lifted his head from the metal messed up desk he had fallen asleep on. “it’s 11:30 AM sir” JARVIS replied. Tony yawned, rubbing his eyes. “I must have went down early, I didn’t even finish the second boot interior” he spoke to himself, admiring all of his hard work in front of him. where’s y/n? I wonder if she’s up yet.. maybe she’ll actually sit and have coffee with me this morning? he thought as he walked out of the workshop and headed up towards the kitchen.

Upon reaching the kitchen though, he noticed that the coffee machine was on. “I’m sure I turned that off last night, JARVIS did y/n use the coffee machine?” he questioned the AI. “I’m afraid to tell you sir, that in fact she did”. Tony furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and moved his head so he could see into the lounge. He began to walk towards it when he stopped abruptly, noticing not one, but two coffee cups on the table. Tony stood for a moment, anger bubbling inside him at the realisation. “where is she?” he questioned, “in her room sir”, his trusty AI swiftly answered him. Tony huffed in frustration, fiercely walking towards her room.

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Thump thump thump was all you could feel as you peeled open your eyes, groaning when you felt the pounding in your head. Thank god you told JARVIS to close the blinds last night otherwise you would feel worse with the sun seeping in, blinding you. The darkness was comforting, and easy. You groaned as you turned around in the sheets, suddenly facing a stranger. You were startled for a moment, though you had no idea why.. this was the norm for you, but you quickly began to remember parts of last night. This guy was a good one. Not some jerk you wanted to kick out as soon as possible. With the small, star like lights on the ceiling, you could very faintly make out his features from the very dim light they were casting. The way his soft, dark curls lay on his forehead, and his eyelashes dreaming on his pink flushed cheeks was captivating. Dewey? Was that the name you remembered? A first for you. Remembering names and all.

Removing your arm from the warmth of the sheets, you brushed your fingers over his hair, slightly moving it from sticking to his forehead. The room was stuffy. No wonder his forehead was sweaty, you also felt sticky – but the hangovers wouldn’t be helping with that. His eyelids began to flutter open and he brought one hand up to rub his eye as he yawned “good morning beautiful” he cooed. You blushed slightly, “good morning, how’s the head?” “all the better for seeing you” he smirked. You giggled “such a charmer” you joked. Dewey scoffed “the most charming”. You scooted closer to him. Looking up at him with big, doughy eyes. “hi” you almost whispered, snaking your arms around him ever so softy. He looked down at you “hi”. At your touch, he moved his leg between yours and put his arms around you. “I had a lot of fun last night” he breathed out, putting his chin on your head and closing his eyes, still sleepy. “yeah me too.. you’re not like other guys” you softly smiled, moving your head up to look at him. “yeah? How so?” he blushed, eyes still closed, lashes dancing on his cheeks.

“well you’re a guitar nerd for a start”, you felt him laugh lightly, his chest moving against you, comfortingly. “aaaaand you are a fucking rock god, with your sick air guitar skills” again he laughed. “you should see me on the real guitar if you thought that was anything” you smiled up at him “I would love nothing more”. Dewey looked down at you and smiled back, he wasn’t used to all of the compliments. Was this some sort of dumb luck that he bumped into someone so perfect? He ran his hand down your hair and held you close. You leaned up and kissed his soft lips.

Dewey took in his surroundings as much he could, remembering the luxurious lounge and kitchen that he had drunkenly swayed through last night, and not to mention all of the sick (expensive) guitars on the wall. “yeah, you had a lot of really fucking expensive guitars down there dude, what was that one you picked up? 2.3 million or something insane like that you said?”. Your eyes darted down. You knew the dreaded conversation about who your parents were would arise soon. This was the part you hated. Tony Stark was much like marmite. You loved him or you hated him. And you’d had experienced both. Neither that good. No one was ever chill.

Anxiety began to bubble in you slowly. “yeah, it was something like that.. do you fancy getting up for a dri-“ you were interrupted, but at the same time you heard footsteps heading towards the door. “yeah, who were your folks again?” Dewey questioned, finally asking the dreaded question. “I think you’re about to find out” you replied, your head falling in to your hand, as the door knocked twice before being flung open.

“JARVIS open the blinds”, the voice commanded. “right away sir”, the AI replied. Suddenly the blinds began to lift, spilling sunlight into the dark, stuffy room. Rolling over and laying on your back, slining your arm over your eyes, you grumbled angrily “dad what the fuck do you want?”. “Don’t talk to me like that y/n” Tony replied. Dewey’s eyes grew wide as the blinds pulled up to reveal whose face was staring back towards him and you. What the fuck, Dewey thought to himself.

“What have I told you, huh?” Tony grilled his daughter. “I don’t know dad, you spout a lot of shit” you challenged him. DAD? DAD? Dewey’s mind was racing. “Stop talking to me like that missy” he shouted, pointing his finger at you. Suddenly you sat up. Face fizzing. “Stop bursting into my room, you have no idea what I’m doing in here!” you shouted back. “My house, my rules. I’ll do what I want.” Tony certified. You fell back against the bed again, huffing.

HAVE I JUST FUCKED TONY STARKS DAUGHTER???? Dewey started to silently panic. “Fuck off dad, you’re the one who insists I stay here” you protest, cheekily. HAVE I REALLY JUST HAD SEX WITH THEE TONY STARKS ONLY DAUGHTER?? Dewey curses in his head.

“listen to me, stop bringing home strays every night y/n. I’m sick of it”. Strays? every night? Dewey was listening intently now. Was he just another stray? “what? you mean like how you used to do?” you snapped back. Tony ignored the comment, knowing she was right. “I’ve had it with the going out every night getting messed up and bringing guys home, leaving them for me to deal with the next morning”. You huffed again. Tony didn’t even acknowledge Dewey. He was too used to the randomers to care anymore. “me and you are having a serious chat later little miss” he declared before leaving the room. “yeah whatever” you mumbled rolling over to Dewey once he had shut the door.

“just ignore him” you assured, attempting to cuddle back into Dewey. Dewey lay stiff. “strays?” he almost whispered out. Your eyes grew wide, realising what your dad had said in front of Dewey. You sat up. “Dewey no-“. He also sat up and moved to the end of the bed. “so I’m.. I’m just another stray?” his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were heavy, and sad. “Dewey- Dewey no, you’re different-“ you attempted to grab his arm as he got up, putting his jeans back on. “yeah I’m sure that’s what you say to them all”.

You felt tears prick at your eyes. You felt connected to him, for the first time in such a long time you actually felt connected to someone. Dewey was different from them all and you needed him to understand that but how? “No- listen” you protested, leaning on your knees as he put his shoes on.

“yeah, thanks for a great night, I’ll not even bother leaving my number, I’m sure you have plenty already” Dewey coldly spoke before he opened the door and left. He was broken, and you were shattered. You sat on the bed and watched him leave, a small tear escaping your eye. Dewey’s face was flushed and he felt anxiety seep all over him. He had no idea how to even get out of here.

As he approached the kitchen he spotted Tony sitting on one of the stools, his head in his hands, a coffee cup next to him. Dewey was panicking on the inside, trying to remain cool on the outside. He had just had sex with Tony Starks Daughter and Tony Stark definitely knew that, but he still had no idea how to get out.

“hi, uh.. excuse me, sir” Tony didn’t lift his head, “what do you want?” Dewey very slowly walked a tiny bit closer, knowing full well this guy could beat the shit out of him. “I, uh.. I don’t know how to get out of here” Dewey fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie. “the elevator. Behind you to the left” he replied without hesitation.

Dewey was about to make a swift dash to the elevator but he stopped, “I uh.. I also just want-“ Tony still didn’t look up “what do you want? An autograph or something?”. Dewey looked up, he was sure he was going to implode with anxiety “no.. uh I wanted to apologise-“ Tony’s head darted up, shocked. “Apologise? For what? Having sex with my daughter?” he was cold. And it was because he was upset with y/n, but none of the strays had ever tried to apologise to him. Dewey, about to die on the spot with the awkwardness replied “uh.. no” he tried to laugh it off slightly but he knew Tony was not laughing, so he stopped and tried to pass it off as clearing his throat. “no, just for the mess we made of the kitchen and leaving the mugs and stuff out. And uh, just wanted to let you know that you have some pretty sick guitars up there.”

Tony was dumbfounded. Who was this guy? He picked up his coffee “get outta here kid” he scoffed. Dewey breathed in heavily, and left in a hurry. He didn’t want to admit it, but Tony was pretty impressed. Apologising for leaving mess? Commenting on the guitars? Maybe he had been to harsh. He was wearing a cool ass ACDC t-shirt.

Lost in thought, he didn’t even hear you come through to the kitchen, stomping in. “Listen dad, stay the FUCK out of MY BUSINESS. That boy is probably the only guy whose ever really cared about me and different from those other guys. I actually felt something with him. then YOU have to come barging in and RUIN everything” you shouted at your dad. Tears streaming down your face.

Tony was upset when he looked at you. He hadn’t seen you this upset in a long, long time. He must have really fucked up “y/n listen-“ he tried to reason “no dad. He’s convinced that I don’t care, and he thinks that to me he’s just another ‘stray’ and now I probably wont see him again. Dewey was the only one to give a shit about anything, about me, dad, and how I was, and you would have fucking loved him but no. you just had to go and ruin it. Don’t come find me because I don’t want to talk to you.” You finished as you stormed off towards your bedroom, your eyes stinging. “y/n-“ he called after you. “no dad, leave me alone”.

Tony sat on the stool and cursed himself, his head falling in his hands again, heart beating incredibly fast. How could he fuck up with you again?

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