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The Elf Who Couldn't Help
Christmas Special đ
Miyeon x Male Reader
word count: 5K
You're wandering through the crowded mall, Christmas music blasting from every direction as you try to check off the last few items on your shopping list. The usual holiday chaos surrounds you - parents dragging screaming kids, teenagers hogging the benches, old people walking too damn slow. Just another December afternoon.
That's when you spot the Santa's workshop setup near the food court. There's a long-ass line of hyper children waiting to sit on Santa's lap, but what catches your eye is his helper elf. She's this tiny Asian girl in a green costume that looks about two sizes too big, desperately trying to wrangle the kids into some kind of order.
"Please stay in line! One at a time!" Her voice is high and stressed as a group of boys completely ignores her, ducking under the rope barriers.
You can't help but chuckle at how overwhelmed she looks. The elf costume is ridiculous - striped tights, pointy shoes with bells, and a hat that keeps sliding down over her eyes. But there's something endearing about how hard she's trying, even as chaos erupts around her.
And she's undeniably adorable too.
"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath as another kid breaks free from the line, causing even more chaos. The girl's shoulders slump in defeat as she tries to restore order. This will definitely be a long day for the poor thing.
You continue with your shopping, but find yourself passing by the Santa setup a few more times. Each time, the poor elf looks more and more frazzled. Her dark hair is escaping from under the hat, her cheeks are flushed, and she's practically jogging to keep up with all the line-cutting kids.
"Please, one at a time!" the elf girl pleads, her voice cracking slightly. You notice dark circles under her eyes as you walk past.
After finishing up your shopping, you head to your car feeling accomplished. That's when your phone buzzes - a text from your mother saying your cousin - yes, that cousin - decided last-minute to join Christmas dinner.
Fuck.
Now you need another gift.
With a sigh, you trudge back into the mall. The Santa setup is gone now, packed away for the night. You quickly grab a generic gift card (he's not worth much effort anyway) and head back to the parking lot.
That's when you hear it - soft sniffling coming from between two cars. You pause, keys in hand. The sound continues, clearly someone crying. Following the noise, you find a small figure curled up against a tire, wearing that ridiculous elf costume.
"Hey... are you okay?" You ask gently.
She jerks up with a gasp, hastily wiping her eyes. It's the same elf from earlier, but her makeup is smeared and her eyes are red and puffy.
"I'm fine!" She squeaks, trying to force a smile. "Just... just taking a break!"
You raise an eyebrow. "In the parking lot? At night?"
She deflates slightly. "Okay, maybe not just taking a break..."
"I saw you earlier, helping Santa. Rough day with the kids?"
A bitter laugh escapes her. "That obvious, huh?" She sniffs and wipes her nose with her sleeve. "Everything went wrong. The kids were crazy, I couldn't control them, I dropped hot chocolate all over myself... and now they're firing me. Said I'm not 'elf material.'"
"That's harsh. Those kids were like wild animals though, not sure anyone could have controlled them."
She shrugs, looking down at her ridiculous pointed shoes. "I really needed this job though. Even just through Christmas..."
"I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll find something else soon." You hesitate for a second, then you say your name.
"Miyeon," she replies softly.
"Nice to meet you, Miyeon. Look, this might sound weird but... would you want to grab something to eat? You look like you could use a friend right now."
Her eyes widen. "Oh! That's very kind but... I don't know you. And I probably look terrible..." She gestures at her tear-stained face.
You grin. "Come on, who doesn't want to have dinner with a Christmas elf? I promise I'm not a serial killer. We can go somewhere public with lots of witnesses."
That gets a small laugh out of her. "I really shouldn't..."
Right on cue, her stomach lets out a loud growl. Her face turns bright red.
"When's the last time you ate?" You ask.
"Um... breakfast? Maybe?" She admits sheepishly. "I was too nervous to eat lunch..."
"That settles it then. Come on, my treat. Consider it my good deed for the holiday season."
She bites her lip, clearly conflicted. "You really don't have to..."
"I want to. Plus, how often do I get to take an elf to dinner? It'll make a great story."
Finally, a real smile breaks through. "Okay... but only if you promise to drive me home after?"
"Scout's honor," you reply, helping her up.
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You lead her to your car, noticing how small and vulnerable she looks in the ridiculous elf costume. During the short drive, you learn that Miyeon is a college student who needed extra money for textbooks next semester.
"The mall job seemed perfect," she explains. "Decent pay for just two weeks of work. But I guess I'm not cut out for dealing with kids."
"Those weren't kids, they were tiny terrorists," you reply, making her giggle.
At the diner, you slide into a booth and watch in amusement as Miyeon demolishes a huge plate of pancakes. She pauses between bites, suddenly self-conscious.
"Am I being rude? I must look like such a pig..."
"Not at all. Eat up - you've earned it after this sitty day."
Other diners keep glancing at your table, probably wondering why there's an elf having breakfast for dinner. Miyeon shrinks under their stares.
"Don't you need to return the costume?" you ask.
She shakes her head. "Had to buy it myself. Waste of money now..."
"Seriously? They made you pay for it? That's fucked up."
"Yeah... I spent most of my savings on it too." Her voice wavers slightly.
You study her as she eats - she really is cute, even in the silly costume. There's something genuine and sweet about her that draws you in.
"So what are you studying?" you ask.
"Art history. Everyone says it's useless but... I love it. There's something magical about understanding how art has shaped human culture throughout time."
Her eyes light up as she talks about her studies, hands gesturing animatedly. You find yourself smiling at her enthusiasm.
"That's actually really cool. Most people just chase whatever degree will make them the most money."
"That's what my parents wanted me to do," she sighs. "They think I'm wasting my time. The mall job was supposed to prove I could be responsible and support myself but..." she trails off, looking down at her empty plate.
"Hey, no matter what they think. Do what makes you happy."
She gives you a grateful smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
After dinner, you drive her home as promised. She lives in a small apartment complex near campus.
"Thank you so much for everything," Miyeon says sincerely. "I don't know how to repay you."
You pretend to think hard for a moment.
"Hmm, how about drinks tomorrow night?" you suggest. "No elf costume required."
Her eyes widen. "Are you... are you asking me out?"
"Unless that would be weird?"
"No! I mean... no, it wouldn't be weird. I'd like that." Her cheeks flush pink.
"Great. I'll text you?"
She nods, typing her number into your phone. As she gets out of the car, she turns back one more time.
"You know... maybe getting fired wasn't the worst thing after all."
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The next evening, you meet Miyeon at a cozy bar downtown. She looks completely different out of the elf costume - wearing a simple sweater and jeans that highlight her petite but curvy figure. Her dark hair falls in soft waves around her face.
"Wow, you clean up nice," you tease. "Almost didn't recognize you without the pointy ears."
She rolls her eyes but smiles. "Never mention that costume again. I'm trying to repress those memories."
Over drinks, conversation flows easily. You learn that Miyeon moved here from Korea as a child, that she has a passion for Renaissance art, and that she secretly loves terrible reality TV shows. She's funny and smart, with a dry sense of humor that catches you off guard.
"So what do you do?" she asks, sipping her cocktail.
You tell her about your job, making her laugh with stories about your weird coworkers. As the night goes on, you find yourself moving closer together, knees touching under the table.
"Want to know a secret?" Miyeon says, slightly tipsy. "I actually hate Christmas music now. Hours of Jingle Bells on repeat will do that to you."
"I don't blame you. That shit's torture."
She giggles, leaning into you slightly. "You know what else? Some of those kids were evil. Like, actually evil. One bit me!"
"No fucking way!"
"Yes! Right here!" She rolls up her sleeve to show you a small bruise on her forearm. Without thinking, you gently run your fingers over the mark. Her skin is incredibly soft.
Miyeon shivers slightly at your touch, looking up at you with those big dark eyes. The air between you feels charged suddenly.
"Do you want to take a walk in the park?" you ask softly.
Shd nods, biting her lower lip.
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The winter air nips at your faces as you and Miyeon stroll through the park. Christmas lights twinkle in the trees, creating a magical atmosphere despite the late hour. Snow crunches beneath your feet as you walk close together, shoulders brushing.
"Thanks for tonight," Miyeon says softly. "I really needed this after... you know." She gestures vaguely, probably referring to the elf fiasco.
"Hey, I should be thanking you. Not every day I get to rescue a damsel in distress from a parking lot," you tease.
She playfully shoves your shoulder. "I wasn't in distress! I was just... strategically regrouping."
"Is that what we're calling crying behind a car now?"
"Shut up," she laughs, but moves closer to you as a cold breeze whips past.
You find a bench overlooking a small pond, its surface reflecting the colorful lights. Sitting close together for warmth, you can smell her light floral perfume mixing with the crisp winter air.
"You know what's funny?" Miyeon says, watching her breath form little clouds. "If I hadn't been such a terrible elf, we never would have met."
"You weren't terrible. Those kids were demons."
"True. But still..." She turns to look at you, snowflakes catching in her dark hair. Her cheeks are pink from the cold and maybe the drinks. "I'm kind of glad it happened."
The moment feels perfect - the lights, the snow, her eyes shining as she looks up at you. You lean in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wants to.
Instead, she meets you halfway.
Her lips are soft and slightly cold from the winter air. The kiss is gentle, tentative at first, then deepening as she sighs against your mouth. Your hand comes up to cup her cheek, thumb brushing away a snowflake.
When you finally part, Miyeon's eyes stay closed for a moment longer, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Wow," she breathes.
"Yeah," you agree eloquently, making her giggle.
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The next few days pass in a pleasant blur. You text constantly, sharing memes and stories about your days. She sends you pictures of terrible Christmas sweaters at thrift stores, you counter with photos of your coworker's increasingly elaborate desk decorations.
You meet up again for coffee between her job hunting attempts. This time she's wearing an oversized sweater that makes her look even tinier, hands wrapped around a steaming peppermint latte.
"I had another interview today," she sighs. "At a bookstore this time."
"How'd it go?"
"Well, I didn't cry or spill anything, so better than the mall job already." She takes a sip of her drink, leaving a foam mustache that you resist the urge to kiss away. "But they said they're looking for someone with more retail experience."
"That's bullshit. How are you supposed to get experience if no one will hire you?"
"Exactly!" She throws up her hands in frustration. "It's like they expect me to emerge fully formed from the womb with five years of customer service experience."
You think for a moment. "You know... my friend works at that art supply store downtown. I could put in a word?"
Miyeon's eyes light up. "Really? You'd do that?"
"Of course. Plus, it's related to your major kind of. You'd be surrounded by art stuff all day."
She practically bounces in her seat. "That would be amazing! Thank you-thank you-thank you!"
Her enthusiasm is infectious. You can't help but lean across the table to kiss her, tasting peppermint on her lips.
The art store interview goes well - Your friend's recommendation carries weight, and Miyeon's genuine passion for art shines through. They hire her for a temporary position through the holiday season, with potential to stay on part-time after.
"I start Monday!" she tells you excitedly over the phone. "And the employee discount is amazing. I'm going to buy so many fancy pencils."
You celebrate with takeout at her tiny apartment near campus. It's cramped but cozy, walls covered in art prints and fairy lights. You sit on her futon eating Chinese food straight from the containers while she tells you about all her plans.
"The manager said they do workshops sometimes too. Like, teaching basic techniques and stuff. Maybe eventually I could lead one!" She's practically vibrating with excitement.
"Look at you, moving up in the world. From disgraced elf to art guru."
She throws a fortune cookie at your head. "Never mention the elf thing again! I'm trying to maintain some dignity here."
You catch the cookie and crack it open. "'A surprise encounter will lead to lasting happiness.â Huh, guess these things are right sometimes."
Miyeon blushes, ducking her head. You set aside the takeout containers and pull her close, kissing her slowly. She melts against you, fingers curling into your shirt.
The makeout sessions are becoming a regular thing, but neither of you pushes for more. It's nice, this slow build of intimacy. Learning the little things about each other - how she scrunches her nose when she laughs, the way she absently hums while reading, her habit of stealing sips of your drinks and more.
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You help her prepare for her first day, picking out an outfit that's professional but still her style.
She texts you updates throughout the day:
"OMG there are so many types of pencils. How are there this many pencils??"
"Just had to explain to someone why they can't return used paint. Why are people like this?"
"A kid just asked me what colors taste the best. I told him blue. Hope I don't get sued."
After her shift, you meet her for dinner. She's tired but happy, chattering about everything she learned.
"And did you know there are pencils that cost like $50 EACH? For one pencil! But they're so smooth, feel this!" She pulls a sample pencil from her bag, making you test it on a napkin.
"Very smooth," you agree, charmed by her enthusiasm. "Worth $50?"
"Maybe not $50, but with my discount..." She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
The days leading up to Christmas pass quickly. You help Miyeon learn the store's inventory system, quizzing her on different types of paper and brush sizes. She introduces you to her favorite cheap noodle places near campus.
One evening, you're walking her home when it starts snowing heavily. She tilts her head back, sticking out her tongue to catch snowflakes.
"You know what?" she says thoughtfully. "I actually kind of miss the elf costume. Just a tiny bit."
You raise an eyebrow. "Stockholm syndrome kicking in?"
"No, it's just... if I hadn't taken that stupid job, if I hadn't been so bad at it... we wouldn't be here now." She stops walking, turning to face you. "Sometimes the worst things lead to the best things, you know?"
You brush snow from her hair. "Very philosophical. Must be all that art history education."
"Shut up," she laughs, standing on tiptoes to kiss you. Her lips are cold but her mouth is warm, tasting like the hot chocolate you shared earlier.
When she pulls back, her eyes are serious. "Thank you. For everything. The job, the support... just being there."
"Hey, I got something out of it too. How many people can say they're dating a former mall elf?"
She groans. "I take it back. You're the worst."
But she's smiling as she says it, snowflakes catching on her eyelashes, and you think maybe those fortune cookies know what they're talking about after all.
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The art supply store keeps her busy through the holiday rush. You bring her coffee during her breaks, watching her explain different types of paints to customers with growing confidence. She's in her element here, surrounded by creative supplies and fellow art enthusiasts.
"A lady asked me to recommend brushes for oil painting today," she tells you proudly. "And I actually knew what to suggest! I'm becoming one of those knowledgeable retail people."
"Better than being one of those retail people who hides in the stockroom to cry," you point out.
"That was ONE TIME," she protests, but she's laughing.
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Finally, about two days before Christmas, you invite her over to your place for dinner. You've cooked before, but tonight feels different. There's an electricity in the air, an unspoken anticipation.
Miyeon shows up wearing a simple red dress that hugs every curve. Her dark hair falls in soft waves past her shoulders, and you catch a hint of floral perfume when she hugs you hello.
"Something smells amazing," she says, following you to the kitchen.
"Don't sound so surprised," you tease. "I can cook sometimes."
"Sometimes being the key word." She peers into the pot on the stove. "Remember the Great Pasta Disaster of last week?"
"Hey, how was I supposed to know the sauce would explode like that?"
She laughs, stealing a piece of garlic bread. "My ceiling is still stained red. My landlord thinks I murdered someone up there."
Dinner is comfortable, filled with your usual banter. But there's an undercurrent of tension, a charge building between you. Every accidental brush of hands sends sparks down your spine. You catch her staring at your lips more than once.
After the dishes are done, you move to the couch with glasses of wine. Miyeon curls up against your side, fitting perfectly under your arm. You can feel her heart racing.
"This is nice," she murmurs, tracing patterns on your thigh.
"Yeah?" Your voice comes out rougher than intended. "Just nice?"
She tilts her head up to look at you, eyes dark and intense. "Maybe more than nice..."
You cup her face with one hand, thumb brushing her cheek. She leans into the touch, breath hitching slightly.
"Miyeon..."
"Yes?"
"Do you like me?"
Instead of answering, she surges up to press her lips against yours. It starts soft, tentative, but quickly deepens into something more urgent. Her tongue slides against yours as she shifts to straddle your lap, dress riding up her thighs.
You run your hands up her sides, feeling her shiver. She grinds down against you, drawing a groan from your throat. When you break for air, her pupils are blown wide with desire.
"Bedroom?" You manage to ask.
She nods frantically. "Please."
You stand, lifting her with you. Her legs wrap around your waist as you carry her down the hall, still kissing. You nearly trip twice, making her giggle against your mouth.
Finally reaching the bedroom, you put her back on the floor, your fingers gently touch her cheek, she looks up at you with such trust and want that it makes your chest ache.
"You're sure about this?" You have to ask.
"I've never been more sure of anything," she replies.
Thatâs all you needed to hear.
Your hands roam over Miyeon's body, mapping every delicious curve through her thin dress. She arches into your touch, soft moans escaping her perfect lips. When you kiss down her neck, she threads her fingers through your hair, pulling you closer.
"I've wanted this for so long," she whispers, her voice trembling with need. "Ever since we first met..."
You gently bite her neck, making her gasp. "Me too, princess. You drive me fucking crazy." Your hands slide down to squeeze her ass through the dress. She feels so perfect, so soft yet firm.
Miyeon grinds against you, her breath coming faster. "Please... touch me more..." She guides your hand to her breast, letting you feel her hardened nipple through the fabric.
You waste no time sliding the dress straps off her shoulders, revealing more of her flawless porcelain skin. Her medium breasts spill free, pink nipples begging for attention. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," you growl, taking one peak into your mouth.
"Ohh! Yes, suck them..." She holds your head to her chest as you lavish her breasts with your tongue, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucking. Her moans get louder when you graze your teeth over the sensitive buds.
Your hands push her dress down further until it pools at her feet. Miyeon stands before you in just her lacy panties, her face flushed with arousal and slight embarrassment. You drink in the sight of her nearly naked body.
"You're staring too much," she says shyly.
You gently grab her wrists. "It's because you're fucking perfect." You pull her close for a deep kiss, your tongue exploring her mouth as your hands roam her exposed skin.
She melts into the kiss, pressing her breasts against your chest. You can feel her nipples hard against you through your shirt. Her hands tug at the fabric. "Take this off... I want to feel your skin..."
You break the kiss just long enough to pull your shirt over your head. When your bare chest meets hers, you both moan at the contact. Her skin is so incredibly soft against yours.
"Bed. Now." You guide her backwards until her knees hit the mattress. She lies back, dark hair fanning out on the pillow as she looks up at you with those innocent yet lustful eyes.
You crawl over her, leaving a trail of hot kisses from her tummy up to her neck. Her hands explore your back, nails lightly scratching. When you grind your clothed erection against her core, she gasps.
"Can you feel how hard you make me?" You thrust against her again, making her whimper.
"Y-yes... I want to see it..." Her hands move to your belt, fumbling with the buckle.
You help her undo your pants, kicking them off along with your boxers. Your cock springs free, already rock hard and leaking precum. Miyeon's eyes widen as she takes in your size.
"Like what you see, princess?" You smirk as her hand wraps around your shaft, stroking experimentally.
"It's so big..." she whispers, thumb brushing over your sensitive tip. "Will it... fit?"
"We'll go nice and slow, baby. But first..." You hook your fingers in her panties, sliding them down her legs. You spread her creamy thighs wide apart, admiring how her pink pussy glistens with arousal. Her outer lips are puffy and swollen, inner folds glistening with her juices. The musky scent of her cunt makes your mouth water as you lean in closer. âFuck, you're already so wet for me.â
"Please..." she whimpers, squirming under your intense gaze. "Stop teasing and lick me already!"
You give her a wicked grin before diving in, dragging your hot tongue through her dripping slit from bottom to top. The taste of her pussy explodes across your tongue - tangy and sweet like ripe fruit. She cries out and bucks her hips up into your face.
"Fuck! Your tongue feels so good!" Her fingers tangle in your hair as you focus on her clit, circling the swollen nub with firm strokes. You can feel it getting harder and more pronounced under your tongue.
Holding her thighs open wider, you bury your face deeper between her legs, eating her pussy like it's your last meal. Your tongue alternates between fucking into her tight hole and flicking rapidly over her clit. Wet sucking sounds fill the room as you devour her cunt.
Her pussy is absolutely drenched now, cream coating your chin as you feast on her. You slide two fingers into her clutching channel while continuing to assault her clit with your tongue. The walls of her cunt squeeze your digits hungrily.
"Holy shit, don't stop! Right there!" She grinds her pussy against your face, chasing her pleasure. "I'm getting so close already..."
You curl your fingers to massage her g-spot while sucking her clit between your lips. The combination has her writhing and moaning uncontrollably. Her thighs start to tremble as her orgasm builds.
You increase the pressure and speed, determined to make her cum hard on your tongue. Your fingers pump in and out of her sopping pussy while you flick her clit mercilessly. She's so wet that obscene squelching noises accompany each thrust of your fingers.
"Fuck fuck fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Her back arches off the bed as her climax hits. Her pussy clamps down on your fingers as waves of pleasure course through her. You keep licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm until she pushes your head away.
But you're not done with her yet. Not so soon. As she lies there panting, you reposition yourself between her legs. Her pussy is still twitching with aftershocks when you dive back in, this time focusing solely on her sensitive clit.
"Wait! I just cameâahhhh!" Her protest turns into a moan as you suck her swollen clit between your lips. You can feel her trying to close her legs but you hold them open, continuing your relentless assault on her pussy.
The oversensitivity quickly transforms back into pleasure as you work her towards another orgasm. Your tongue swirls around her clit in tight circles while three fingers pump into her dripping hole. Her cream coats your hand as you finger-fuck her roughly.
"Oh god, I can't... it's too much!" But her hips are rocking against your face again, chasing the building pleasure. You can feel her pussy getting even wetter, if that's possible.
You alternate between broad strokes with your flattened tongue and quick flicks directly on her clit. Meanwhile your fingers curl to hit her g-spot with each thrust. The combination of stimulation has her climbing rapidly towards another peak.
Her moans get higher and more desperate as you drive her wild with your mouth and fingers. You can tell she's fighting the pleasure, still sensitive from her first orgasm. But you're determined to make her cum again.
"Please... I can't take it... gonna cum again!" Her thighs start shaking as her second orgasm approaches. You double down, sucking her clit firmly while hammering your fingers against her g-spot.
She screams as she cums, her pussy clamping down so hard on your fingers that you can barely move them. You keep your lips locked around her clit, sucking gently to draw out the intense pleasure.
When her orgasm finally subsides, you slowly withdraw your fingers from her quivering pussy. They're absolutely coated in her cream. You make eye contact as you lick them clean, savoring her tangy flavor.
"Holy shit..." Miyeon pants, still trembling. "That was incredible. I've never cum that hard before."
You smirk and dive right back in, making her yelp in surprise. Her clit is swollen and ultra-sensitive now, perfect for what you have planned. You flatten your tongue and lap at her pussy with long, slow strokes.
"No more, baby, I can't..." But her protests are weak and her hips are already moving against your mouth again. You can feel her getting wetter as you continue eating her out.
This time you take it slow, building her up gradually. Your tongue explores every fold and crease of her pussy, occasionally dipping into her hole to taste her essence. When you finally return attention to her clit, she's practically begging for it.
"Please... need to cum again..." Miyeon rocks desperately against your face, seeking more pressure. But you keep your touches light and teasing, driving her crazy with want.
You trace letters on her clit with the tip of your tongue, spelling out filthy words as she writhes beneath you. When you finally slide your fingers back into her clutching pussy, she moans in relief.
"Yes! Fuck me with your fingers while you eat my pussy!" Her dirty talk spurs you on as you pump three fingers into her dripping hole. Your tongue works her clit with firm, steady pressure.
Her pussy is absolutely gushing now, cream running down your wrist as you finger-fuck her roughly. The wet sounds of your fingers plunging into her cunt fill the room along with her desperate moans.
You curl your fingers to massage her g-spot while sucking her clit between your lips. The dual stimulation has her climbing rapidly towards another orgasm. Her thighs start trembling as she gets close.
"Gonna cum again! Don't stop, please don't stop!" She grinds her pussy against your face, chasing her pleasure. You increase the pressure and speed, determined to give her the most intense orgasm yet.
Her back lifts clear off the bed, her body trembling violently as the orgasm tears through her. Miyeon's cries of your name echo in the room, her voice breaking into a series of desperate whimpers. Her pussy clamps down on your fingers, pulsating in rhythm with the waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white, as her thighs twitch uncontrollably. You donât let up, your fingers continuing to work her through every shuddering moment of ecstasy, curling and teasing until she lets out a sharp gasp and pushes your head back, her hips jerking away.
"Stop, stop! Too much," she pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body glistening with sweat.
You lean back, watching her recover, her hair splayed out like a halo against the pillow. Her cheeks are flushed deep red, lips parted as she struggles to catch her breath. She drapes an arm over her face, giggling weakly. "Wow... that wasâlikeâinsane. I didnât know you were this good with your hands."
âTake your time,â you say, your tone soft but teasing as your gaze roams her utterly wrecked form.
She peeks at you from beneath her arm, her eyes still hazy and unfocused. Her thighs quiver as she stretches her legs out, one hand brushing against her stomach as if grounding herself. âOkay, just give me a second,â she murmurs, her voice shaky, a tired smile playing at her lips.
While she lies there, basking in the aftershocks, you reach over to the nightstand. Your fingers brush against the foil packet, and you tear it open deliberately, watching her out of the corner of your eye. Her gaze snaps to you as you roll the condom onto your throbbing cock, her pupils dilating slightly.
"Already?" she whispers, a flicker of excitement chasing away the exhaustion in her expression. You smirk, positioning yourself above her, letting her feel the heat of your body pressing against hers.
"Yes. Ready for me, princess?" You position yourself at her entrance, rubbing your tip through her folds.
She nods, pulling you down for a passionate kiss. You can feel her trembling with anticipation.
"Tell me if it's too much," you murmur against her lips as you start pushing in. The head pops past her tight entrance, making you both moan.
"Oh fuck... you're so big..." She bites her lip, adjusting to the stretch as you slowly feed more of your length into her.
You go inch by inch, letting her pussy accommodate your size. Her walls grip you like a vice, so hot and tight it takes all your control not to just slam in.
"That's it, baby, taking my cock so well..." You bottom out, fully sheathed in her warmth.
You stay still for a moment, letting her adjust while peppering kisses across her face and neck. When her hips start moving against you, you take it as your cue to move.
You start with a few slow, shallow thrusts, just to get her warmed up. Miyeon's moans are soft at first, but they grow louder with each push, urging you on. You can feel her nails digging into your back, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you deeper into her. The angle changes, and you hit something inside her that makes her cry out.
"Fuck, right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."
You don't plan to. You pick up the pace, your hips moving faster, your cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy. She's meeting your thrusts, her body arching up to take you deeper.
"Faster," she begs, her voice ragged. "Please fuck me faster."
You grip her hips, your fingers digging into her soft flesh. You start really giving it to her, your balls slapping against her ass with each stroke. The bed creaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as you pound her tight pussy.
"You like that, huh?" you growl in her ear. "Like getting fucked hard by my big cock?"
"Yes!" she screams. "Oh god, yes! Your cock feels so fucking good inside me."
Her words dissolve into incoherent moans, her body writhing beneath you. You can feel her getting wetter, her cream coating your shaft and dripping down her ass, making a fucking mess of the sheets. You can see it glistening on your cock every time you pull out, can feel it easing the way as you slam back in.
You lean down, your teeth finding her neck, biting down as you fuck her even harder. She cries out, her body convulsing around you. You can feel her pussy clenching, her walls squeezing your cock.
"Fuck, you're close," you groan. "I can feel it."
"Yes," she pants. "I'm gonna cum again. I'm gonna cum all over your cock."
You can feel your own orgasm building, your balls drawing up tight. But you hold back, determined to make her cum first. You want to feel her lose control, want to feel her pussy milking your cock.
You reach between them, your fingers finding her clit. You rub it in tight circles, your cock still pounding into her. She screams, her body bucking, her pussy clamping down on you like a vice.
"Cum for me, baby," you growl. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."
And she does. She cums hard, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing around you. You can feel her cream coating your cock, can feel it dripping down your balls. You keep fucking her, drawing out her orgasm, making her cry out with each thrust. Gradually you slow down the pace, each time your cock goes deep inside her, it pulls out slowly, you stay at this teasing pace until she catches her breath, then when you finally pull your cock out of her, without warning, you lift her shapely leg, exposing her dripping pussy and those delicate feet with festive red toenails.
"What are you doing?" she asks, watching as you grip her ankle.
"I'm gonna worship every inch of you," you growl, bringing her foot closer to your face. "Your pretty little toes look too tasty to resist."
Miyeon giggles nervously. "Nobody's ever... Oh fuck!" she gasps as you take her big toe into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The polish is smooth against your tongue as you suck gently, watching her face for reactions.
"Does that feel good, baby?" You ask between licks. Her toes taste clean with just a hint of salt from sweat.
"Mmmhh... it's weird but... kinda nice," she admits, wiggling her toes against your tongue. You take two toes in your mouth now, sucking harder as your hand slides up her thigh.
"Your feet are fucking perfect," you tell her, kissing down to her arch. "Just like the rest of you." Your fingers find her pussy lips, already swollen and slick from earlier. You gather some of her wetness and start rubbing slow circles around her clit.
"Ohhh..." Miyeon moans, her leg trembling in your grip. You alternate between sucking her toes and licking long stripes up her sole while your fingers work her pussy. Her cream coats your digits as you slide two inside her tight channel.
"So wet for me," you growl. "I love how your pussy gets all creamy when you're turned on." You curl your fingers, finding that special spot that makes her whole body jerk.
"Fuck! Right there!" she cries out, grinding against your hand. You keep the pressure steady, pumping your fingers as you lavish attention on her feet. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around you.
"You gonna cum again for me?" you ask, increasing the pace of your fingers. "Gonna soak my hand with that sweet pussy?"
"Yes! Please don't stop!" Miyeon pants, her head thrashing on the pillow. You can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering. Just before she peaks, you withdraw your fingers, making her whine in protest.
"Not yet baby," you tease, releasing her foot. "I want to fuck you while I suck these pretty toes." You position yourself behind her, keeping her leg lifted. Your cock slides easily through her folds, gathering her wetness.
"Please," she begs. "I need you inside me..."
You press just the tip against her entrance, making her squirm.
"Tell me how bad you want it."
"Please, baby, I need to feel your big cock deep in my pussy! Please fuck me... I'm so empty..."
Unable to resist her pleading, you thrust forward, burying your full length in her tight heat. "Fuuuck," you groan. "Your pussy feels amazing." You start a steady rhythm, not too fast yet, wanting to build her up slowly.
Miyeon moans with each thrust, her pussy gripping you perfectly. You capture her toes in your mouth again, sucking hard as you fuck her. The dual stimulation has her writhing.
"Oh god... that's so... unngh!" She can barely form words as pleasure overwhelms her. You increase your pace gradually, driving deeper. Her cream coats your shaft, making obscene wet sounds with each stroke.
"You like having your toes sucked while I fuck this tight pussy?" you ask, releasing her foot momentarily. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well."
"Yes! Love it... love your cock..." she gasps. You've never heard her talk so dirty before. It spurs you on, making you thrust harder.
Her pussy starts clenching erratically around you as you pound into her. You can tell she's getting close again. This time you don't let up, determined to make her cum hard.
"Something's happening..." Miyeon pants suddenly. "Feels different... like I need to pee..."
"That's it baby," you encourage her. "Don't fight it. Let go for me." You redouble your efforts, angling your hips to hit her g-spot with each thrust while sucking her toes enthusiastically.
"But... unngh... I can't..." she protests weakly, even as her body tenses up.
"Yes, you can! Cum for me Miyeon. Fucking squirt all over my cock!" You slam into her faster, feeling her pussy spasm around you.
"Oh god, oh god, OH FUCK!" Miyeon screams as the dam finally breaks. Clear fluid gushes from around your cock, soaking the sheets beneath you. Her whole body convulses as she experiences her first squirting orgasm.
You keep thrusting through her release, prolonging it as much as possible. More fluid spurts out with each stroke as she trembles uncontrollably.
"That's it baby, let it all out," you growl around her toes. "So fucking hot watching you squirt."
Miyeon can only moan incoherently as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her pussy clamps down so hard it nearly pushes you out, but you maintain your rhythm until her orgasm finally starts to subside.
You gently release her foot and slow your thrusts, giving her time to catch her breath. She looks absolutely wrecked in the best way possible.
"Holy shit," she pants when she can speak again. "What... what was that?"
You chuckle, still buried deep inside her quivering pussy. "That was you squirting, baby. Felt good, didn't it?"
She nods weakly. "Amazing... I didn't know I could do that..."
"Oh we're just getting started," you promise with a wicked grin. "Now that I know how to make you squirt, I'm gonna make you do it again and again..."
Miyeon whimpers at your words, her pussy clenching around you. You can feel she's still sensitive, but also still aroused.
Perfect.
"Ready?" you ask, starting to move inside her again. She moans in response as you lift her foot back to your mouth...
Your cock slides easily through her creamy folds as you build up a steady rhythm once more. Miyeon's moans get louder with each thrust, her oversensitive pussy gripping you like a vice.
"Such a good girl," you praise her between licks to her foot. "Taking my cock so well after that huge orgasm."
"Feels so good," she gasps. "Everything's so sensitive..."
You angle your hips to hit her g-spot again, making her whole body jerk. "Think you can squirt for me again?" You ask, increasing your pace slightly.
"I... unngh... maybe?" Miyeon pants. "Still feels like I might pee..."
"That's normal, baby. Just let it happen." You suck her big toe into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you fuck her deeper. Her cream coats your shaft, dripping down onto the already soaked sheets.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." she chants as the pleasure builds. You can feel her starting to tense up again, her inner walls fluttering around your cock.
"That's it," you encourage her. "Let go for me. Show me what a good little squirter you are."
Your words push her over the edge. With a sharp cry, Miyeon's pussy contracts hard and another gush of clear fluid sprays out around your cock.
"Fuck yes!" You growl, maintaining your rhythm as she squirts. "So fucking hot watching you lose control like this."
Wave after wave of pleasure rocks through her body as you continue fucking her through the intense orgasm. Her toes curl against your tongue as more fluid spurts out with each thrust.
When her release finally subsides, Miyeon lies there trembling and gasping for air. You slow your pace but don't stop completely, knowing you can wring at least one more orgasm from her oversensitive body.
"Please..." she whimpers, her body trembling beneath you. "It's too much... I can't..."
"Shh, baby," you murmur, your voice steady and firm. "You can take it. You can take everything I give you." You slow your thrusts a little more, letting her catch her breath, but not enough to let her come down from the peak. "You've got one more in you. I know you do."
She shakes her head, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked face. "No, I can't... I can't..."
"You can," you insist, your cock still moving inside her, stirring up her pleasure again. "You're a fucking goddess, Miyeon. You can take every inch of my cock. You can cum all over it again."
You increase your speed, your hips moving faster, your cock hitting that spot inside her that makes her scream. You can feel her pussy clenching around you, trying to keep you in, trying to milk you.
"Oh god," she moans, her voice rising in pitch. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..."
"That's it, baby," you growl. "Feel that? Feel my cock hitting your g-spot? You're gonna cum for me again. You're gonna squirt all over my cock."
"I'm so close... I'm so cloâOH GOD!" she cries out, her body tensing, her pussy gripping you like a vice.
You can feel her right on the edge, her body coiled tight, ready to snap. You lean down, your teeth finding her earlobe, biting down just hard enough to send a shockwave through her.
"Cum for me, Miyeon," you command, your voice low and rough. "Fucking let go. Let me feel that pussy explode. Let me see that squirt. Do it, baby. Fucking do it now."
She screams, her body convulsing, her eyes rolling back in her head. "I'm cummâAAAAH!"
You can feel it, hot and wet, gushing out of her, coating your cock, dripping down your balls. You keep fucking her, drawing out her orgasm, making her scream with each thrust.
"That's it, baby," you groan. "Fuck, that's so good. You're squirting all over my cock. You're such a good girl, Miyeon. Such a fucking good girl."
Her body is shaking, her pussy still pulsing around you. You slow your thrusts, letting her ride out her orgasm, letting her come down slowly. You're about to cum, right on the edge, but you hold back again. This is about her.
This is about Miyeon.
You gently pull out of her, your cock still hard and glistening with her cum. You move down her body, your tongue tracing a path down her stomach, down to her pussy, your hands stroking her thighs, your touch gentle and soothing.
The bed beneath her is a fucking messâsheets soaked through, the scent of sex heavy in the air. You can see the wet spot spreading, a testament to her pleasure.
"Fuck, baby," you murmur, your voice soft but filled with awe. "Look at this mess you made. You're so fucking sexy."
Miyeon's breath hitches as she looks down at the wet sheets, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and satisfaction. "I... I didn't know I could do that," she admits, her voice shaky. "It felt... god, it felt so fucking good."
You smile, your fingers tracing patterns on her inner thighs, feeling the slickness of her cum. "You squirted, baby. You fucking squirted all over my cock. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen."
She shivers, her body still sensitive from the intense orgasm. "I've never... I've never felt anything like that before. It was like... like my whole body just let go."
You lean in, your tongue lapping at her pussy, tasting her, cleaning her up. She jolts, her hips bucking slightly, but you hold her steady, your hands gripping her thighs.
"Shh, baby," you soothe. "Let me take care of you. Let me clean you up."
She relaxes, her body melting into the bed as you take your time, your tongue exploring every inch of her pussy. You can feel her shivering, her body responding to your touch. The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of sweet and salty, pure fucking heaven.
"You taste so fucking good, Miyeon," you murmur, your voice low and husky. "I could do this all fucking night."
She moans softly, her fingers tangling in your hair. "It feels so good... I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I squirted."
You look up at her, your eyes meeting hers. She's watching you, her eyes soft and hazy with pleasure. You smile, your tongue giving her one last lick.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Miyeon," you whisper. "God, you're so fucking perfectâŚ"
"But you haven't come yet," she suddenly notes.
"You're right. And where do you want my cum, princess?" You ask.
"On my face... want to taste you..."
"Fuck... Okay. Yeah, right. Get on your knees, baby,â you ask her as you quickly remove the condom.
Miyeon looks up at you with those innocent eyes as she kneels before you, her pretty face flushed with arousal. Her lips are already swollen from all the kissing, making them look even more cock-hungry than usual. You grab a fistful of her silky black hair, guiding her face closer to your throbbing shaft.
"Open that pretty mouth for me baby," you command, tapping your cock head against her plump lips. "I want to see how deep you can take it."
She parts her lips obediently, sticking out her pink tongue to lap at your sensitive tip. The sight of your precum glistening on her tongue makes your cock throb with need. You slowly feed her more of your length, watching in satisfaction as her lips stretch around your girth.
"Mmmmph," she moans around your cock, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. She clearly loves having her mouth filled, eagerly sucking and slurping as you push deeper.
You start with slow, shallow thrusts, letting her get used to your size. Her tongue swirls expertly around your shaft as you slide in and out between those perfect lips. Wet sucking sounds fill the room along with her muffled moans.
"That's it baby, take my cock," you growl, tightening your grip in her hair. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She responds by taking you deeper, relaxing her throat to accommodate more of your length. Tears form in the corners of her eyes as you hit the back of her throat, but she doesn't pull away.
If anything, she seems even more eager.
You pick up the pace slightly, fucking her mouth with measured strokes. Her lipstick is getting smeared all over your cock, marking it with traces of red. The sight of her face getting messy already has your balls tightening.
"Such a good little cocksucker," you praise, watching her cheeks hollow with suction. "You love having your pretty face fucked don't you?"
She nods as best she can with your cock stuffed in her mouth, humming in agreement. The vibrations send pleasure shooting through your shaft.
You pull out briefly to let her catch her breath, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your cock head. She gasps for air but immediately opens wide again, eager for more. Her face is already a mess of smeared makeup and drool.
"Please fuck my face harder," she begs, voice hoarse. "I want you to use my mouth like a pussy."
You don't need to be asked twice. Gripping her head firmly with both hands, you slam your cock back between her lips. This time you don't hold back, setting a brutal pace as you fuck her throat. She gags and chokes but takes it like a champ, her eyes watering heavily.
The wet sounds of her throat getting pounded are absolutely obscene. Drool runs down her chin and neck as you use her mouth roughly. Her hands grip your thighs for support but she doesn't try to pull away or slow you down.
"Fuck yes, take that cock," you grunt, watching your shaft disappear repeatedly into her willing mouth. "Going to paint that pretty face white soon."
She moans eagerly around your length, clearly excited by the promise of a facial. You can feel your orgasm building as her throat muscles massage your sensitive head.
Your thrusts become more erratic as you get closer to the edge. Her face is an absolute mess now - mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick completely ruined, drool everywhere. She looks utterly debauched and you haven't even cum yet.
"Get ready baby," you warn, feeling your balls tighten. "Going to cover that beautiful face."
You pull out just in time, the slick heat of her lips giving way as you grip your shaft tightly, aiming at Miyeon's upturned face. Her mouth is already open, tongue stretched out, her eyes locked on yours with a look of pure, desperate need. "Give it to me," she breathes, her voice thick with anticipation. The sight of her waiting so hungrily for your release sends a jolt through you, your cock twitching violently in your hand.
With a guttural groan, you let go, the first rope of hot cum splattering across her forehead and sliding down to her nose. She gasps softly, her breath hitching as the next thick jet paints her cheek, followed by another streaking across the bridge of her nose. Your hand works your shaft steadily, aiming with intent, making sure to glaze her perfect lips thoroughly, the creamy mess dripping onto her tongue as she moans in satisfaction.
She doesnât flinchâif anything, she leans into it, her tongue sweeping over her lips, savoring every drop that lands in her mouth. Youâre relentless, emptying yourself onto her until her face is a masterpiece of your desire, every inch of her skin marked with your seed. Thick streaks cling to her lashes, a stray drop dangling precariously from her chin before falling onto her chest. By the time you're finished, sheâs a vision of debauched perfection, her flushed cheeks and parted lips framed by the glistening evidence of your climax.
"Fuck," you mutter, your voice hoarse as you admire her. "Look at you. My perfect, filthy girl."
She moans softly, tilting her head as you bring your cock closer, your tip still sensitive but eager for more. Slowly, deliberately, you use your softening length to spread the mess across her skin. You smear the cum over her cheeks, tracing her jawline, rubbing it into her lips before sliding down to her chin. She stays perfectly still, her eyes closed, a serene smile tugging at her mouth as she basks in the attention.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful like this,â you whisper, your voice thick with awe. âThat pretty face deserves to be covered in my cum every day.â
Her lashes flutter as she peeks up at you, her voice soft but dripping with satisfaction. âIâll let you paint me whenever you want. I love how it feels... so warm, so dirty.â
Your thumb moves to her lips, smearing the last of the cum over them before pushing lightly into her mouth. She sucks on it obediently, her tongue flicking against your skin, her moan vibrating through your thumb.
When you finally pull back, you grab a handful of tissues, leaning down to clean her face. You start gently, dabbing at her cheeks and lips, but you canât help but pause to admire her wrecked stateâthe messy hair, her flushed skin, her swollen, cock-bruised lips. Even as you clean her, the heat between you lingers, your touch lingering on her skin as she smiles up at you.
"Youâre mine, Miyeon," you blurt out unconsciously, but thereâs no mistaking the edge in your voice.
"Yours," she repeats, her voice a dreamy whisper. "Yeah, I'm yours.â
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After changing the sheets on the bed, you both collapse onto the fresh, clean mattress, exhausted but content. You pull Miyeon close, her body fitting perfectly against yours as you snuggle together. The room is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside the window.
Miyeon props herself up on an elbow, looking down at you with those dark, beautiful eyes. "So... this isn't just a one-time thing, right?" she asks, her voice soft but hopeful.
You pull her in for a kiss, your lips lingering on hers. "Definitely not," you murmur against her mouth. "Unless you want it to be?"
"No!" she says quickly, then blushes, her cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. "I mean... I really like you. Like, really really like you."
You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. "Good, because I really really like you too," you say. "Even when you're not dressed as an elf."
She groans, hiding her face in your neck. "Are you ever going to let me live that down?" she mumbles, her voice muffled.
You chuckle, your arms tightening around her. "Nope. It's how we met, it's part of our love story now."
She goes still in your arms, her body tensing slightly.
"Love story?" She asks
Shit. Too soon? You think to yourself, wondering if you've fucked up. But then she's beaming up at you with that bright smile that first caught your attention, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"Yeah," you say softly. "Love story."
She kisses you again, pouring all her feelings into it. When she pulls back, her eyes are sparkling with happy tears. "Best Christmas present ever," she declares, her voice filled with joy.
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Merry Christmas, Baby
Summary: You're not sure what to get Javi for Christmas, until he gives you an idea for a gift you can't put under the tree
Word Count: 3.3K (I wrote this in two hours, the thots do be thotin)
Paring: Husband!Javi x Wife!reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+) unprotected p in v sex (whoops), breeding kink (I'll say it once and I'll say it again, you KNOW this man deserves 17 kids) vaginal fingering, creampie (big time), family planning, Javi gets so excited about the idea of another baby he literally can't control himself, terrible, sexual Christmas puns, cute and sweet Christmas fluff bc I love this family more than life and you know they give their kids the most magical Christmases đĽş
A/N: I'll take Javier Peña with a big fat breeding kink for a thousand, please!!! I was feeling in a writing rut, until I read @notjustjavierpena Husband Javi Christmas fic last night, and lord have MERCY, consider me inspired 𫡠I'll never shut up about the fact that this man wants a football team, and every Christmas will ask to put another baby in you as his only Christmas gift BYEEEEEEE I need to be institutionalized at this point sorry this is poorly beta'd, it's me, I'm allergic to editing!!!
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âJavier PeĂąa, there has to be something you want for Christmas.âÂ
âAs long as all my girls are happy, thatâs all I want.âÂ
âUnfortunately, I canât wrap your sappy sentiment, Javi.âÂ
There was nothing more that you enjoyed than showering Javi with gifts for the holidays. There were few people on earth you could imagine being more deserving than your husband- youâd find a way to wrap the moon and top it with a bow, if thatâs what he wanted. Unfortunately for you, Javi was so sweet, it made buying gifts for him nearly impossible, considering there was rarely ever a tangible item on his wishlist.Â
âI donât need anything, baby.â Javi smiled, reaching for the roll of bright pink and sparkly wrapping paper in front of him to start covering the new Barbie Dream House Lucy had been begging for all year long. âToss me the tape.âÂ
âWell obviously I have things for you, but I always wanna make sure Iâm getting you things that you want.â You sighed, gently throwing the roll of Scotch tape you had been using over the pile of gifts between you and Javi you were working on wrapping while your daughters were asleep.Â
After six Christmases under your belts, you and Javi had learned from the one grave mistake of waiting until Christmas Eve to wrap all your daughterâs presents, now taking a few nights before the big day to wrap and assemble any gifts being left under the tree for your own sanity.Â
Now that your girls, Lucy, Elliot and Harper, were six, four and two, it made Christmas even more magical, knowing that they were beginning to understand the concept of what the holiday meant, and all the joyous anticipation that led up to the 25th of December.Â
It also meant that there were a lot more presents to wrap- 1, because Lucy and Elliot knew that they could ask for gifts they wanted, and 2, because Javi would say heâd be done buying presents and then show up the next day after work with another toy for his girls.Â
âHoney, you get great gifts, for me, but especially for the girls, too. Fuck, I forgot this needs batteriesâŚâ Javi mumbled to himself, carefully undoing the wrapping paper he had started working on, âYou make a very good Santa.âÂ
âI think the girls like your version of Santa better, since thatâs how they end up with double the gifts under the tree.â You giggled, playfully rolling your eyes at Javi before reaching for the next toy in the pile, âIâm being serious, Javi. I love spoiling those girls just as much as you, but you also deserve to be spoiled too, ya know.âÂ
âYouâre my wife, gave me three beautiful daughters, and tolerate me on a daily basis. Baby, thatâs plenty fucking spoiled, if you ask me.â Javi grinned, giving you a reassuring nod and little shrug of his shoulders.Â
âYouâre much more than tolerable, you goof.â You laughed, cheeks pink at the warmth of your husbandâs words, never failing to make you melt a little more each day. âWill you please just tell me one thing you want? Then Iâll let it go, I promise.âÂ
Javi sat quietly for a moment, fiddling with the edges of the wrapping paper he was working on before a boyish smile began to creep into the corners of his cheeks.Â
âUh oh.â You laughed to yourself, immediately recognizing the goofy grin Javi was trying to contain, âWhat is it, PeĂąa?âÂ
âYouâre not gonna like it.â Javi snickered to himself, raising an eyebrow at you.Â
âJav, if itâs another dog, I told you, when the girls are older and-âÂ
âNo, itâs not another dog.â He smirked, still softly laughing to himself as you tilted your head at him in confusion, trying to piece together what kind of gift Javi would want that would take any convincing from you, crossing your arms over your chest as you attempted to decipher the devious splayed across his face.Â
It only took about two seconds and that look to figure out what Javi was in the market for. Â
âJaviâŚâ You sighed, your tone jokingly stern.Â
âOsita?â He responded back, trying to downplay his giddiness now that you had figured out his gift suggestion.Â
âJavi, four kids is a lot of kids. One more, and theyâre doubling us in ranks.âÂ
You had always been on the fence about having a fourth baby. Not because you didnât love having kids, or that you didnât think you couldnât handle it, mentally or financially, but because your brain worked in logistics- adding one more member to your family was getting you to the point where youâd have so many kids, you wouldnât even all fit in Javiâs truck anymore, unless someone got demoted to the trunk, which, in all honesty, you were sure Elliot wouldnât mind.Â
For Javi, on the other hand, there was no need to worry about logistics- the two of you would figure it out sooner or later. The only logistics he was worried about was instigating the baby making process. Â
âYou asked what I wanted!â Javi replied, chuckling as he held his hands up in defense, âI think Iâve been a very good boy all year, if you ask me.âÂ
âWhat youâre asking for is definitely putting you on the naughty list.â You huffed, trying to distract yourself with finishing wrapping the present you were working on to hide the fact you were genuinely considering Javiâs present suggestion. âYou really think we can handle four kids, Jav?âÂ
It took everything in you not to laugh at the way Javi instantly perked up when your first response to his gift idea wasnât rejection, eyeing you up and down and gently biting down on his lower lip.Â
âMhmmm.â He nodded, slowly making his way around the pile of presents to scooch closer to you, âIâll take care of everything, mi amor. You, the girls, the baby, I can ask for less hours at work so I can help around here, whatever you want, you know Iâll give it to you.âÂ
âYou really want this baby, huh?â You giggled, smirking at Javi as he crawled next to you, hungry look in his eyes while he began to cage his body over yours, carefully laying you down on the floor beneath him.Â
âFuck, I wanna knock you up again so bad. Youâre so fucking sexy when youâre pregnant.â Javi groaned, planking overtop you, his hot breath dancing across your skin in between his soft nips at your pulse point. âLet me fuck another baby into you, Osita. Please.âÂ
Any inhibitions you would have had in protest had completely flown out the window, arousal soaking the fabric of your underwear as Javi kissed up your neck and across your collarbone, softly palming at your breasts under one of his old sweatshirts you had thrown on.Â
Truth be told, you and Javi had talked about baby number four enough that you were already leaning towards saying 'yes' anyways, but that wouldnât stop you from having a little fun in seeing how badly Javi really wanted the Christmas gift he was asking you for.Â
âTell me how badly you want it, Javi. Tell me how much you wanna fuck another baby into me.â You devilishly whispered into his ear, smiling to yourself at the pathetic groan that rumbled from his chest in response.Â
âFuck me-â Javi moaned, hands feverishly groping your body, âFuck, I want it so bad, quierda. Wanna fill you up âtill it has no choice but to fucking take, fuck this pussy so full of me, let everyone know who it belongs to, watching you carry our baby. Please, Osita.âÂ
It was a good thing you were already prepared to be easily swayed, because even if you werenât, listening to the way Javi was begging to put another baby in you would have easily been enough.Â
âOkay. Merry Christmas, PapĂ.âÂ
Your green light was all Javi needed to spark something completely feral in him, practically ripping your clothes off you in the middle of the living room, sprawled out on the carpet.Â
âJavi, we can go upstairs and-âÂ
âNo. Fuck, I need to fuck you right now, just like this.â He grunted, shedding his clothes before his hand was cupping over your underwear, jaw going slack at how absolutely soaked the fabric was under the pads of his fingers. âApparently you do too, huh, Momma? Sheâs so wet for me, isnât she? Pretty pussy wants me to fill her up so bad.âÂ
Your stomach churned in arousal as Javi ripped your panties down your legs, revealing the puffy, glistening mess beneath. Javi had barely touched you, and you could already feel the way youâre dripping, admittedly just as turned on as him at the idea of letting him add another addition to your family.Â
âChrist, baby.â Javi muttered, settling between your legs. Letting his hands run up the insides of your thighs, he took his thumbs and slid them between your folds, spreading you open to get a full view of the way your slick was coating your cunt. âMaking a fucking mess for me already.âÂ
âI think Iâm ovulating soon.â You sigh, doing some quick math in your head, trying to account for just how worked up you were, Javiâs eyes so going wide at the realization, you were worried they may just pop out of his skull.Â
âOh, fuck me.â Javi groaned, shaking his head in disbelief at his luck, âYouâre right, Merry fuckinâ Christmas to me then.âÂ
Swirling the pads of his fingers against your clit, your back arched against the floor at the shockwaves the pleasure sent through your body, making you gasp so loud, you were worried you risked a real possibility of waking up your daughters.Â
âF-Fuck, Javi-â You whimpered, already bucking your bottom half towards him as he sunk his two fingers into your cunt while the heel of his palm rubbed deliciously against your clit. Reaching up, your grasp wrapped around Javiâs bicep, muscles flexing with each pulse of his fingers as you left half-crescent moons in his skin.Â
It took everything in you not to scream as a third finger joined the first two, stretching you out as he bumped against your g-spot, tension already beginning to build in your core. A sudden gasp escaped your chest, surprised by the newfound emptiness that had you clenching around nothing, looking up to see Javi reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with your entrance.Â
âFuck, Iâm sorry, I need to fucking feel you, baby. Swear youâve got me feeling like Iâm about to bust like a fucking teenager.â Javi grunted, running his tip against your clit and down your cunt, collecting your arousal before thrusting himself inside you, filling you to the brim with every inch of him.Â
Unless you were desperately pressed for time, Javi normally had a bare bones minimum of pulling at least one orgasm out of you before he fucked you, but seeing how worked up and needy he was to feel you wrapped around him, it was about as close to an orgasm you could get withtout actually having one.Â
âOh fuck, Javi!â you whined, feeling the tip of his head kiss your cervix as he began to thrust in and out of you, feeling dizzy from his fullness. You could tell he was trying to hold himself together, his hips slamming into you in deep, slow thrusts, breath hitching in the back of your throat every time he buries himself deeper inside you.Â
âFuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight. Fuck, I canât wait to fill her up, give you every last fucking drop. Taking me so fucking well.â Javi moaned through gritted teeth, already scrunching his face in concentration through his pussy drunk babbling. Â
Running his hands up the back of your thighs, Javi pushed your knees to your chest, pinning your legs in place against your stomach to stretch you out even further, letting him sink himself even deeper to hit the spot he knew drove you just as crazy as it drove him.Â
Despite how lost in pleasure the two of you were, Javi was at least conscious enough to realize how loud you had gotten, quickly reaching up cup your mouth, catching your muffled moans in the palm of his hand.Â
âI know, hermosa. Fuck, I love hearing you, but we gotta keep quiet enough, baby.â Javi huffed, snaking the hand covering your mouth between your bodies, circling at your clit, almost as if he was putting you through some sort of cruel test to see how far he could push you before he had you screaming at the top of your lungs.Â
âFuck- fuck, I know. You feel so good, Javi.â You whined, hand pressed against his bare chest, his warmth and weight pinning your body below him.Â
You feel the way Javiâs thrusts become quicker and harsher, filling himself as deep as he could as your cunt began to clench around his length, sucking him in with your warmth and wetness. Your eyes had been scrunched, so lost in your own pleasure that you hadnât even noticed the nearly pained look on Javiâs face, furrowing his brow in deep concentration with each slap of his hips against yours.Â
âYou okay, Javi?â You asked, panting out each word as he pounded into you, circling your clit faster and faster as his grip tightened around your thighs, trying to keep himself grounded.Â
âYeah, I- Fuck- fuck me, Iâm trying so hard not to finish before you do. Pussy feels so fucking good. Wanna cum so fucking deep inside you.â Javi moaned, the rhythm of his hips already starting to falter thinking about his endgame.Â
If you werenât so lost in your own ecstasy, you probably would have giggled at Javiâs admission, giving him shit about how he couldnât hold it together for even just a few minutes, knowing he could finally try to get you pregnant again. But right now, youâre just shocked you can even get any words to form coherent thoughts to string together, let alone tease him.Â
âPut a baby in me, Javi. Fuck, want you to cum so deep inside me, please, baby.âÂ
You could barely finish the whimpers of your sentence before Javiâs pace became sloppy and erratic, hips stuttering before his jaw went slack, letting a low, long groan escape from his chest.Â
âOh, f-fuck-â Javi stammered, flushing his hips against yours as you felt his warm spend coat your walls, pressed so deep inside you, you were convinced itâd have no choice but to stick, in a few weeks finding out baby number four would be on the way.Â
Javiâs chest rose and fell, looking down at the way your bodies melted together beneath him, igniting something primal in him to see the mix of your arousal seeping around where the two of you met. His eyes darkened, looking down at you with a feral sort of smirk, not even giving you the chance to speak before his lips were crashing into yours again, hips slowly thrusting while his fingers rubbed at your sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
âJ-Javi, what are you-â You muttered, cut off by the messy dancing of tongues and teeth in your mouths.Â
âIâm not done yet, Momma. Not until I fuck myself so deep in there we know it fucking takes. Wanna keep you stuffed so fucking full of me.â Javi grunted, rubbing your clit faster at the way he could feel the walls of your pussy starting to flutter around him, determined to make sure he wasnât the only one who finished. âCum for me, baby. I know youâre close. Can feel how tight sheâs getting for me.âÂ
You knew just as well as he did that the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine had slowly begun to flow to every inch of your body, building up through your legs and into your core, clenching down harder and harder around Javiâs cock, knowing there was no doubt the mess between your legs was surley just as wet as it sounded as he slid in and out of you.Â
âOh fuck, Javi, oh fuck- fuck, fuckfuckfuck- ah!âÂ
It didn't take long before your orgasm crashed through you, lighting up every inch of you in radiating pleasure, your cunt clamping down so hard around Javiâs cock, it made him let out a strangled gasp as he choked out curses under his breath.Â
âJesus, fuck. Gonna squeeze every last fucking drop outta me, huh? My greedy fuckinâ girl.â Javi smirked, planting a soft kiss on your lips before he slumped on top of you, your chests rising and falling as one as you finished coming down from your high.Â
The two of you laid there for a moment, catching your breaths and basking in bliss before Javi was pulling out of you with a hiss, one hand wrapped around his softening cock, the other scooping up the mix of your spend pooling between your legs before it dripped to the floor, carefully pushing it back inside you.Â
âFuck,â Javi laughed to himself quietly, sitting back on his haunches, admiring the slick, shiny mess your pussy had become, âJesus, I canât remember the last time I came that hard.âÂ
âLooks like Christmas came early this year⌠and so did you.â You giggled, making Javi roll his eyes, playfully shaking one of the legs still pressed to your chest.Â
âShut up.â He sighed, shaking his head at you before laying back down beside you, shifting so that his chest was pressed to your back, spooning you in his grasp. âGotta make sure Santaâs not the only thing coming down the chimney this year.âÂ
âJesus Christ, Javi.â You canât help but snort, ashamed of how easily amused you are by his stupid puns.Â
âWhat? You let me get my gift early, least I can do is stuff your stocking for you.âÂ
âOh my god, you are the worst.âÂ
The two of you giggled, basking in your laughter as you laid together on the floor, only spurred on by the fact you realized how ridiculous it was that the two of you were completely naked in the middle of your living room, surrounded by a sea of wrapping paper and presents.Â
âSpeaking of stocking stuffers, we should finish wrapping the rest of these gifts we have out before we go to bed. At least some of these presents should be wrapped, because the one you just gave me was most definitely not.â You teased, craning your neck to pepper ticklish kisses across Javiâs jaw.Â
âItâs the gift that keeps on giving. Iâll give it to you tomorrow too, if you let me.â Javi grinned, giving you a playful wink before pressing a kiss into your messy hair and patting your hip, reaching over you to grab the pile of clothes the two of you had left next to you. âSeriously though, thank you. You and our girls are the best gift I could ever have, but adding one more would make me so fucking happy. I love you, Osita.âÂ
âI love you too, Javi. You guys are the best gift I could ask for, too. Although, I will say, your gift also selfishly works in my favor, too. Some presents are just better unwrapped.â
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Dinner, Dinner!
âjason misses your anniversary dinner, but makes it up to youâŚMDNI
"Would you like to browse our dessert menu, madam?" The waiter asks in a thick French accent as he stretches his arm out to pour your second glass of wine.
Your brain is fogged as your fingers fiddle with the stem of the glass as you swirl the crimson liquid around, splashing all sides of the glass.Â
"Madam?" The waiter repeats. You hadn't even realized you hadn't answered his previous question. You flick your eyes to his.
"IâŚumâsorry, can you repeat the question?" Your mind is clouded with a storm of fury and hurt. Jason, your boyfriend, had forgotten your anniversary dinner, leaving you to endure the sympathetic glances of strangers as they noticed the empty seat across from you.
"Of course, madam. I asked if you would like to see the dessert menu," the waiter repeats, his voice a distant echo. You turn your head to the empty seat in front of you, the thought of enduring the restaurant's atmosphere a daunting prospect.Â
"Could I just have the cremĂŠ brĂťlĂŠe?" You finally ask, your eyes still fixed on the empty seat, your voice trembling slightly. "In a to-go box, please."
It was the first dessert you and Jason shared at this very restaurant, three years ago today.Â
"Of course," the waiter said curtly, turning slightly before you raised your voice.
"And, um, could you take the other wine glass?" You awkwardly ask. He simply nods again, carefully placing the stem between his index and middle fingers upside down before turning away to tend to another table.
You should just leave.
It was clear he wasn't coming.
A light smile etched into your face as the waiter set the to-go box with the fancy dessert. You carefully reached into your purse, steadily gripping your wallet to pay. The waiters brought his hands up, shaking his head side-to-side.
"Please. No payment is necessary, madam. Enjoy the dessert," he says kindly. You sniffle, a stray tear falling down your face. You nod gently, issuing a strained, 'Thank you.'
He curtly nods, turning to go back into the kitchen. You gather your things, including the dessert, and move to walk out of the front door.
Upon stepping outside, you are met with the cold Gotham air. Your dress even sways in the wind as you walk, and your heels clank against the pavement.Â
The walk home wasn't too long, maybe six minutes or so, but God, did it feel like an eternity. All you could think about was how hurt and disappointed you were and what you would say to Jason when you inevitably saw him.
Your brain tried to conjure all the reasons he didn't show.
Did he forget, or did he purposefully not come?
Now, you knew it couldn't be the latter, Jason wasn't a dick.Â
He was just an idiot.Â
Your thoughts continued as you stuck your key in the lock and carefully twisted it to unlock your front door, pushing it open quickly.
You set your purse down on a table next to the door, glancing at a framed photo of you and Jason happily eating ice cream on Jason's birthday last year.
You felt sick.
You quickly flick your attention away as your eyes begin to well with hot tears, easing your way into the kitchen. You stand on the cold tile for a minute before getting a sudden inspiration rush.
You didn't want to think about him any longer tonight. You'd prepare a hot tea, watch a movie, or perhaps even read a good book.Â
Yes. That sounded like a fine plan.
As you were steeping the leaves in hot water, a knock on the front door pulled your attention away. You left the bag to steep and returned to the door. Pulling the door open, you were met with Red Hoodâaka your boyfriend, Jasonâgripping a bouquet of fresh flowers.
You're tempted to slam the door in his pretty face, but you don'tânot yet, anyway.
"I'm an asshole," he says, his voice distorted from his modulator.Â
The sight was ridiculous; if you weren't so pissed, you'd laugh.
He realizes the absurdity of the situation. "God damn, fuckin' helmet," he irritably gruffs, ripping off his helmet. Your eyes widen, your mouth hanging open.Â
Anyone could simply walk by and figure out who the highly sought-after vigilante was.
"Jason, you can't justâget inside!" You grip his arm, dragging him inside the confines of your homeâan action you immediately regret.Â
"Fuck, baby," he begins. "I'mâI'm so sorry," his tone is sincere as he anxiously drags his hands through his hair.Â
"I looked like an idiot, Jason," you breathe out, reaching for the bouquet of flowers he brought.Â
Hell, it wasn't their fault Jason was stupid.Â
"I knowâ"Â he says, following you into your kitchen as you fill a vase with water for the flowers.
"A fucking idiot," you snap, setting the flowers gently into the water. You reach for a pair of scissors. "I requested an extra wine glass when I sat down, and I had to be the one to tell him to take it away," you angrily say, snipping some of the leaves off.
"Baby, I'm really, really sorry. I got caught up withâ"
"Where were you?"Â You set the scissors down, turning to look at him.
"Dick needed some help scouting a potential crime circuit in BlĂźdhaven,"Â he sighs. "He told me it wouldn't take long. Should've known better,"Â he wipes his hand over his face, hissing at the contact.
Your eyes sweep over his face, taking note of the fresh cuts and bruises that now taint his face. Fresh blood prickled from some; others were caked in layers of it.
"Are you hurt?"Â You ask, concern lacing your words.
He raises a brow. "Don't worry about me, Sweetheart. I'll be alright. I'm more concerned about you,"Â he admits honestly.Â
"You're bleeding,"Â you observe, wincing at the sight.
"Just a hair,"Â he lightly smiles. "I'm okay."
Sure, you were pissed at your boyfriend, but you wouldn't let him be in agony like he was.Â
He was bleeding, for God's sake.
"Let me clean them up,"Â you simply say.
"No, no. I'm fineâ"Â he began, shaking his head lightly.
"Please,"Â you insist.
He huffs, then accepts defeat. He takes your hand stretched out and follows you to the bathroom. He sits on the toilet as you fumble through your medicine cabinet to gather band-aids and Neosporin.Â
"I hope it's okay. I, um, only have these band-aids,"Â you awkwardly say, holding up a box with a familiar blue hero on the cover.Â
"Baby, why do you have Nightwing band-aides?"Â He questions skeptically.
"Dick brought them to white elephant last year, and I got stuck with them,"Â you lightly laugh. "He's a horrible gift-giver."
Jason laughs. "Promise to remind me to take them off before I leave. He cannot see me with these on. He'd have a damn field day,"Â he grumbles as you laugh.Â
"I promise I'll remind you,"Â you affirm, pulling a small step ladder in front of him so you could sit before carefully squirting a bit of the ointment out onto your pointer finger and pressing it to each of Jason's cuts.
He barely winces or whines as you continue the action, delicately tending to each cut. His eyes wander to yours, focusing heavily with determination on what you are doing, even sticking your tongue out to concentrate.Â
"I don't deserve this,"Â he heaves as you open some band-aids.
"What? To have ten Nightwing band-aides on you all at once?"Â You laugh, carefully laying each of the band-aids over the cuts.
He snickers. "That and you taking care of me."
You pull back slightly. "What?"
"I ruined our anniversary tonight. I left you alone in that restaurant and, look at you, still taking care of me," he exasperates. "I don't deserve you."
You frown. "Don't say that. I mean, ya, it was shitty, but just because you did something shitty one time or even twice doesn't make you undeserving of my love, Jason,"Â you gently say, fingers moving to caress his jaw on their own volition.Â
He leans into your hand. "I just don't want to lose you. I love you."
Jason and you have exchanged hundreds, if not thousands, of "I love yous"Â throughout your relationship, but this one felt different.Â
It felt more like a sacred prayer spilling from his lipsâa tender plea from the depths of his soul. It felt all that much more divine.
You found yourself leaning to kiss his lips, your hands moving to thread through his hair. His lips instantly moved with yours, and his hand gripped your cheek.
It was a tender kissâan 'I'm sorry,'Â wrapped in an 'It's okay.'
As the seconds passed, the kiss became more ferventâurgent. You even slipped off the step ladder and moved onto Jason's lap. He welcomed you with open arms, encasing you tightly with each of his hands on your hips as you straddled him.
Your hands glided through his hair messily and eagerly as his hands massaged the fat of your hips. You let out a whine that Jason catches as he slips his tongue in your mouth.
You find yourself rocking against him, desperate for friction. He groans, gripping your thighs tightly as he stands with you, guiding you towards your bedroom.
Never once did your lips disconnect.
He gently lays you on the bed as he hastily sheds his boots, armored jacket, gloves, and pants. Your breathing is labored as you follow suit, gingerly slipping off your simple black dress and kicking off your heels, revealing your matching red bra and pantie set you had worn.
Jason stands in front of you in nothing but his boxers, eyes soaking you in.
"What?"Â You question nervously, feeling self-conscious with his eyes so focused on you.Â
"Did youâdid you wear that for me?"Â He asks lazily.
Your lips quip. "Duh. Who else?"Â You giggle. "You like it?"
He lets out a dry laugh, moving to hover over your body, sticking his arm out to stabilize himself so as not to crush you. "I think I need to take a closer look,"Â he cheekily says, moving his mouth closer to the strap of the bra, taking it between his teeth, pulling a little, then flicking it back. You let out a small whine, feeling the fabric snap back on your skin.
"Sure is sturdy,"Â he observes, fingers coming to slip it down your shoulder. "And a nice color,"Â he murmurs into your shoulder, sending goosebumps down your arm.
"Ya?"Â You idly question as his lips skim your collarbone.
"Mhm. It's very nice, Baby," he mumbles into your skin, fingers moving to skim the band of your panties. "And these," he begins. "Don't even get me started." He lightly nips your skin with his teeth, eliciting another whine.Â
His fingers slip under the band, pulling them down so they sit around your lower thighs. "Ah, there she is,"Â he coos, cupping your dripping cunt with his hand.
"Jason,"Â you moan, pushing yourself into his hand more.
"What, Baby?"Â His words were low and dragged out, almost breathy.
"IâI need more,"Â you groan, hand moving to rest on his hand on you, encouraging more movement from him.Â
"I'll do you one better,"Â he takes his hand away, making you frown, though he moves to slip his boxers down, showcasing his erect cock.Â
He strokes himself once before guiding himself into your entrance, leaning down to kiss your temple lightly as he pushes himself inside your cunt. You hiss at the contact, gripping his shoulders tightly.
He groans as one of his hands comes to grip behind your neck, and the other moves to lift your leg up slightly so he can grip your thigh, giving a better angle as he moves at a consistent pace.
A desperate mewl escapes your mouth as his pace fastens. Jason's hand has moved to rest on your breast in your bra as he throws his head back, groaning and spewing curses.
You sit up slightly, gripping his neck, pulling him down to your lips. He kisses you roughly, even sucking your bottom lip in the process. You bring your leg up to wrap around his torso, pushing him even more deeply; he groans as his hand slides to grip the hinge of your leg.
"Jay, I'm gonnaâ"Â You begin breathlessly.
"I know, Baby. I know," he purrs into your mouth. "Feel so good."
You grip his neck tighter, lips pressing into his shakily, as you feel yourself tighten around him. All you have had to do was moan his name into his mouth to have him following suit, even moving one hand to grip the sheets beneath as he comes.
You're both gasping for air. Jason eases himself out of you and plops beside you, pulling you close so your face rests on his chest.
"As far as orgasms go, that one was great," you pant, fingers moving to trace the lines between Jason's abs.
"Ya? Do I get a golden star?"Â He tuts, fingers playing with your hair.
"Sorry, Babe. I only give golden stars for extra credit,"Â you jest, looking up at him.
"Extra credit, you say?"Â He asks, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "I think I can do that."Â He lifts up abruptly, getting off the bed.
"What're youâ"Â You begin to question before he's tugging you towards him by your ankles, planting his face in between your legs.
"Jay!"Â You shriek, though make no effort to move as his tongue lapses at your sensitive clit.
"I really want that golden star," he mumbles into you.
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Yes, it would be a lot more fun. "You're right," she admitted anyway, "let's try to play the teacher card first. You could tell them that you have her for the weekend but have to work late tonight. The single dad angle should mellow out whoever's in charge of the dorms." She spoke from experience.
"I bet we can finish the mission tonight," she echoed, perhaps more optimistic, or too optimistic. But like Sloane had said so himself, once they had the monster trapped, they could easily lure the man behind this awful experiment! "Whoever did this to this poor student might even know how to undo it. It'll be worth it to ask him once we have him." And by 'ask', Samantha did mean 'use force if necessary'. Which Violet would not be allowed to witness.
Sloane's words left her speechless for a moment. She blushed, teary-eyed. "Thank you," she finally managed after a few seconds, "I would like that, you know. Be a mother. But as long as I'm on the field... Delta Green doesn't really offer maternity leave." She looked at Violet and thought about how she adored her father. Then she thought about her own father. She loved him too. But she had still raised herself, in the end. "What if something happens to me? What if my kid loses me?" Her eyelashes fluttered. "I'm sorry." She knew Sloane had kids of her own.
Oh, right. This Theo didn't know about Fire Vampires. And she hoped he would never have to encounter one. "Fire Vampires look like huge bolts of lightning," she explained, "once they touch something, it bursts into flames. But as it turned out, they don't just look like lightning, they work like it too. So, they were immediately trapped inside my lightning rods." She grinned. "They seemed quite unhappy about it.
Violet trusted that he knew where to find empty cans -after all, he had been posing as a student at this university. She waited as he trotted to one of the bins, excited to try her crossbow. When she seemed to notice Sloane was looking at her, she waved in his direction and proudly pointed at the crossbow.
Samantha's smile was a little bit tense as she waved back. "If her weapon-making skills are on par with her trap-making skills... I think it will." Which was good, right? And also very worrying.
Whatever happened, he was sure they could persuade Killian to leave the crossbow with one of them. The more pressing challenge was getting him to let Violet have it and not him but he was sure they could manage that too. He chuckled knowingly at Samantha's suggestion they steal a key instead. "You know that would be a whole lot more fun," he teased "but we can try the colleague favour angle first." He didn't mind playing up the drama lecturer's role as much as needed. In truth, he had quite enjoyed it!
At least with Violet picking the codeword, even if it was trivial she would feel more included and much like Samantha, Sloane was hoping it meant she was more inclined to listen to them. "We'll manage whatever the case," he reassured her. "We might have this whole thing wrapped up tonight if we're smart about this. Use the monster as the bait to bring out whoever is doing the experiments." Though it rarely went that way, he could live in some hope.
He smiled at Samantha for a moment though, pleased they were on the same page in how to handle both Killian and Violet. "You'll make a really excellent mother one day you know." He certainly thought so anyway, "No pulling the wool over your eyes and certainly able to put your foot down when you need to." It was fitting wasn't it? The three of them acting as a family and seeing how it might all unfold for them. He'd certainly learned some more people handling skills since working with them both.
Theo only blinked at Violet in some confusion as she spoke of trapping Fire Vampires in a lightning rod. What he was envisioning was of course very far from the reality of the situation and for a moment he found himself puzzling over that instead of his cultist counterpart. "What's a Fire Vampire?" He then asked carefully, curious and perhaps dangerously so.
Violet stood up and Theo followed, looking over the crossbow again and nodding his agreement that they could just practice on the stage. Safety be damned! "I will go and check the trash, there's probably some in there. Energy drinks are like a currency here," he commented as he went to trot off the stage towards one of the bins in the audience to have a look.
Sloane watched as Theo went off the stage, a quick check on Violet and he was perhaps quietly mortified that she had in fact tampered with the crossbow in such a way that now it looked particularly deadly. He gave Samantha a short and gentle nudge for her to look too. "Think it will fire?"
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EEEEK your post prison fic for spencer is fREAking me out!!! could you maybe do one where spencer is now teasing the reader a bit? maybe he's giving her extra praise and she freaks (what would i do if he called me a good girl? đŠ) (this is very indulgent to my praise kink i'm so so sorry đ§đťââď¸ââĄď¸) tytyty!! i adore love and cherish you and your work đ
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There were a few basic rules you had established from working at BAU. First, avoid Rossi at all costs until heâs had at least two cups of coffee. Second, never attempt to outwit Emily; sheâll see right through you and crush your argument every single time. And thirdâperhaps the most crucialâdo everything in your power to maintain your freaking composure around Dr. Reid.
That last one, however, was proving to be a monumental challenge. It wasnât just the way he spoke, his brain firing off at a speed only he could keep up with. It wasnât even the way he seemed oblivious to how endearing those very quirks were. No, it was the fact that the simple act of him breathing in your direction had you scrambling to hold yourself together. And honestly you were failing miserably.
Which is why you spent most of your time holed up in your office. It wasnât muchâjust a desk, a slightly uncomfortable chair, and a perpetually growing stack of case files that seemed determined to bury you. But it offered privacy, and that was enough. Here you could breathe, decompress, and occasionally allow yourself to daydream about a certain genius profiler without the risk of public humiliation.
The bullpen was proving to be too chaotic, too close to him. Your office gave you distance, a buffer. But, as you had come to learn, hiding only worked when he didnât decide to seek you out. And Spencer Reid had a knack for finding you when you least expected it.
"Hey."
You jumped slightly, nearly fumbling the stack of press notes youâd been carefully organizing.
Turning toward the door, you found Spencer leaning casually against the frame, a file tucked under one arm and a distracted sort of smile on his face. His tie was slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, andâjust like thatâyour brain completely short-circuited.
"Hi," you said, trying not to sound too startled. "Do you, um, need something?"
"Yeah." He further into the room, lifting the file in explanation. "I was looking at the local coverage of our case, and I noticed a couple discrepancies in the timeline published."
"Oh,â you said softly, quickly shuffling the press notes into a messy pile and pushing them to the side. "Well, um, sometimes reporters try to fill gaps when they don't the facts. It's... frustrating, but it happens."
You glanced up at him briefly, but that look of his made your cheeks warm. Your fingers twisted together in your lap as you tried to focus on anything other than how ridiculously self-conscious you suddenly felt.
"That makes sense. I figured you'd know."
Instead of lingering in the doorway or leaving like you assumed he would, Spencer, casually grabbed the chair across from your desk. He spun it around in one fluid motion and sat it backwards, draping his arms on the backrest with an ease that felt strangely familiarâlike you had been friends or colleagues for years instead of just a few months.
"I'll reach out to them about fixing the timeline," you said, your hand instinctively moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You clasped your hands together to still them, offering a small, nervous smile. "It shouldn't be too hard to correct."
"Thanks," he said. "That'll probably save from giving another long-winded lecture on factual reporting."
You gave a quiet laugh, grateful for the distraction from your tasks, though you werenât entirely sure how you felt about the company. Not that you didnât enjoy his companyâthere was plenty to enjoy, more than you cared to admit. If you could manage to function like a normal human being around him, you might even look forward to moments like this.
But then he tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying you as if he were unraveling some kind of puzzle and for one terrifying second, you were convinced he could hear every single thought racing through your mind.
"So," he began, "how are you liking it here so far? The job, I mean. Is it what you expected?"
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Oh, um... yeah. It's been great so far. Busy, but... I like it."
"That's good," he said, nodding. "I know itâs not exactly the most predictable job. Some people don't expect it to be so... chaotic."
"Well," you said, fidgeting slightly with your pen. "I knew what I was signing up for. Or, at least I thought I did. It's a lot, but it's rewarding."
"That's a good attitude to have," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Honestly, you're doing a great job. I don't know how you manage to keep everything straight."
Your heart leaped, thudding in your chest as warmth flooded your face. You werenât used to hearing compliments, especially from someone like him. You wanted to savor the moment, to bottle up the way his words made you feel, but your nerves refused to let you fully enjoy it.
"I'm just, um, organized I guess,â you stammered, your hand flying up to rub at the back of your neck.
"More than just organized," he replied easily, completely unaware of how his words were affecting you. "You've got half the team wrapped around your finger already. Even Rossi listen when you talk. That's impressive."
Your face burned. "I think that's more about respect for the job than me."
Spencer shrugged lightly, as he was watching you, like he didn't quite believe you. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just better at this than you give yourself credit for."
You let out a nervous chuckle, fingers twitching as you fiddled with the corner of the paper in front of you.
"I don't... I don't know about that."
He tilted his head, again, his brow quirking. "Do you know how to take a compliment?"
"Of course I do." You were sure your voice lacked the conviction needed.
He smirked, leaning forward over the chair. "Doesn't seem like it."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat, tangled in the frantic web that was your thoughts around this infuriating man.
"Well, uh, youâve only done it twice, so I donât think thatâs enough for you to judge."
His grin widened. "Oh? So youâre saying I should try again? For research purposes?"
Your eyes widened, and you blinked rapidly as if to process his words, your hands shooting up as if to physically block the implication. "Iâuhâno, that's not what I meant.â
"No, no," he said, sitting up straighter and waiving off your flustered attempt to deflect. "I aim to please. If more compliments are what youâre after, Iâve got plenty.â
"Please, no."
"You're incredibly efficient. Seriously, I think you've managed to anticipate what the team needs before we even know we need it. And your ability to keep your cool under pressure? That's impressive. I mean, do you even get stressed? Because if you do, you hide it really well."
"Dr. Reidâ," you squeaked, covering your face with your hands as if that could somehow shield you from the onslaught of praise.
"And," he continued, clearly now enjoying himself. "You're probably the most patient person, I've ever met. Which is something, considering you work with people who constantly interrupt and derail your perfectly planned press briefings."
Your stomach flipped, and you felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment pooling in your chest. As much as you wanted to sink to the floor, the way he looked at you sent every nerve in your body spiraling. Each word felt like it was tailored to you, peeling back the very thin veneer of control youâd desperately tried to maintain over the massive crush you found yourself drowning in.
Your head dropped to the desk with a soft thunk, muffling your groan. "Okay, okay, I get it."
He leaned forward just slightly, resting his chin on his arms atop the chair. "Now what do you say?"
"Thank you."
He smirked widened. "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"
Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you averted your eyes, trying to hide the nervous smile tugging at your lips. "You didn't have to go on and on..."
"Oh, but I did." He was still grinning. "You deserved it."
You risked a glance back at him, losing your cool by the second. That only made your face heat up more. "You're impossible."
"And yet, you haven't kicked me out of your office."
"That's only because I didnât think it would work."
"Well," he said, turning towards the door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't mind the compliments."
You opened your mouth to protest but no words came out. Instead, you watched helplessly as he shot you one last smile before disappearing into the hallway.
When the door finally clicked shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath and drop your head back onto the desk.
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okay. al. i need something put into words. idk if you've seen it but in "we live in time" andrew and florence didn't hear cut when filming a sex scene. so i was wondering. could you do something where eddie has taken up acting. it's an experimental movie, so y'all are actually fucking. it's unsimulated sex. y'all don't hear cut, but you're so into it that neither of you stop. you don't notice until he cums, then you both remember the cameras.
warnings:Â swearing, fingering oral sex, descriptive sex, sex on camera
word count:Â 2.3k
a/n: i saw we live in time opening week and absolutely loved it. put andrew garfield's bare ass in more movies!!!
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One of the best decisions you'd made was moving to Hollywood to pursue acting. You loved it, and you were a natural. You could make yourself cry on command, you often lost yourself in scenes, and you weren't afraid to get nude on camera. That was something that was pretty common for the 80s, specifically female nudity.
You'd filmed many sex scenes in your career, but they were all simulated. Prosthetics, body doubles, cushions between bodies. But when you were approached to do an experimental film, one with completely unsimulated sex, your curiosity was piqued.
You were told you wouldn't meet the other actor until the day of, which turned out to be the first day on set. You were told that some studios, this one included, preferred to get sex scenes out of the way first and film the rest after. Your first impression of this guy would be when you had sex with him.
So when you were sitting on set in your tight black dress â which would be removed in the scene â and he walked in, your eyes widened. He was very handsome, just your type. He had long curly black hair, he was covered in tattoos, and immediately started joking around with the crew. He was wearing a suit, one which fit his body nicely.
When he spotted you, he walked right over and sat next to you.
"You my co-star?" he asked in a hopeful tone.
"That would be me."
"Eddie." He stuck his hand out and you shook it.
"Y/N."
"You look familiar. I feel like I've seen you in something else before."
"Maybe. Sorry, but I don't recognize you."
"I haven't been in anything big, just a couple of low-budget movies." He noticed your nervous energy. "You okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just... I've never done anything... real. It's always been fake sex."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Mhm."
"Well, it's a first for both of us, then. It's a first-first for me, I've never done anything like this."
"Really?"
"Yep. Never even taken my shirt off on camera."
"And you're just jumping right in, huh?"
"Why not? If I'm gonna do it, I might as well go all in."
"Well, are you at least experienced?" you joked.
"Oh, I'm experienced. Yeah." You chuckled. "Also, I was told to tell you that they had me go ahead and put a condom on so it wouldn't disrupt the flow or anything. They said you were pretty adamant about it."
"Thank god. I really don't want to leave here today pregnant."
This made both of you laugh, but it was true. That was the most important thing to you when agreeing to do this movie.
"Alright, actors in positions," announced the director, who settled into his chair next to the camera.
Before you could get up, Eddie looked back at you. "Hey, I know we'll be recording, but don't let that stop you from telling me if I'm crossing any boundaries, alright?"
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise. Thank you."
"Of course."
The scene immediately started with the two of you standing at the edge of a bed, inches away from each other. So that's where you went, your calves touching the mattress.
You'd read over the script for this scene numerous times. There was a camera a few feet from the bed, and one strapped onto the ceiling above where you would be laying. Neither of you would speak, just moan.
You were getting more nervous by the second, the lack of space between you two making your heart pound.
"Hey," he whispered, making eye contact with you. "You still good?"
You nodded. "Yeah. I'm good." You got yourself into the acting mindset as they finalized the cameras. "Ready."
"Quiet on set," yelled the director. Everyone hushed, the silence making you realize how many eyes were on you. "Action!"
You reached up and slowly undid Eddie's tie, his eyes never leaving your face. Once it was on the floor, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle yet deep, both of you taking in a deep breath. His hands gripped your sides, your palms flat against his chest.
He reached around you and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor. He then effortlessly unhooked your bra and you pulled it off of yourself. So far this was exactly like some of the other scenes you'd filmed. It was always a little bit nerve-wracking to expose yourself on camera â how could it not be?
He pushed you down onto the bed, his knees on the edge between yours.
He wasn't supposed to kiss you as long as he did. It was only supposed to be a couple before he moved on, but he was going off script a bit. His hand cupped the breast visible to the camera, which was now a bit closer.
He began kissing down to your neck a bit, then trailing along your body. He wrapped his lips around your nipple, his tongue circling it. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his hair, knowing it would help the scene.
As he kissed down your body, he maintained eye contact with you, watching to make sure you were still comfortable with this. Once he was to your thighs, he knelt down next to the bed and pulled you by the legs closer to him.
He slowly pulled your underwear off, dropping them on top of your dress. He continued to leave kisses on your thighs, making a genuine and impatient whine escape your mouth.
The feeling of his tongue on your clit made you gasp, your hands immediately finding their way back to his hair. This was weird with cameras, and at first it made it hard for you to really get in the mood.
But he was good with his tongue. You were so used to fake moaning that the real ones that came out of you felt foreign. His hands on your thighs, keeping them spread, were also keeping your hips still.
Usually when you filmed cunnilingus scenes, they kept their mouth closed and just positioned their face between your legs. So it was a foreign feeling to actually be eaten out on camera.
He couldn't stop staring at you, you looked so beautiful. Your head thrown back, back arched, tits out and nipples hard, fingers pulling his hair.
He wasn't supposed to make you cum, the script didn't call for it. He was supposed to do this for about thirty seconds and move on to the actual sex. But he was told that if the scene lasted too long, they could just edit it down. So he decided before even meeting you that he would make sure you had at least one orgasm today.
And it didn't take you long to get there. The camera had moved now so that it was behind him and to the side, getting a shot of his back and your face simultaneously.
"Fuck," you whispered to yourself as you felt your orgasm approaching, and fast. You were worried about how you would look, actually cumming and being recorded. You were trying to remain as calm as you possibly could, but you'd never been eaten out like this.
You were much louder than you anticipated when you finally came, and Eddie had to hold you down to keep you in the shot. When he finally stopped, he was immediately back to kissing you. He was still fully clothed, so you pushed his jacket off of his shoulders.
Instead of unbuttoning his shirt, he just pulled it over his head. He had a beautiful body, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You reached down and helped remove his belt, but he took over a moment later.
Within a minute, he was completely nude, and you got a good view of what he was packing. You were told before the shoot that you'd be having unprotected sex, and as you were already on birth control, it wasn't that big of a deal to you. Or at least, it wasn't until you were finally here. Now it was sinking in that you were about to be creampied by a guy you just met less than five minutes ago.
He was already rock hard, the sounds that escaped your mouth having gotten him bricked up immediately. He loved giving oral. It was one of his favorite things in the world. If it was up to him, he would've kept going, gotten you completely out of your mind before fucking your brains out.
He positioned himself back at eye level with you, reaching down and lining himself up with your entrance.
"That okay?" he whispered into your neck as he pressed kisses to your skin. He wasn't supposed to say that, the script calling for no dialogue aside from the natural swears that would occur. But he'd already gone against it, and asking for consent was something he insisted on.
"Mm," you moaned simply, nodding as minimally as possible.
With zero hesitation, he pushed into you, and the gasp that filled the room was almost comical. It was such a perfect porno moan that you couldn't believe it was genuine, even though it came from you.
He stretched you out so much, so perfectly, you weren't sure you could handle much of this. It was almost too much, too good.
He engulfed your mouth into his, kissing you deeply as he immediately picked up his pace. The bed was already squeaking, and your chest was already red.
The camera was above your head now, recording from an angle that showed the top of your thighs and your head thrown back as Eddie began sucking hickeys onto the skin of your neck.
That was when the scene was supposed to end. It was the shortest one in the script, which was another reason they wanted to get it over with first. But when the director shouted "Cut!", neither of you could hear him over the animalistic moans you both were letting out.
In fact, he called it about three times. But you two were so immersed, and your moans were so loud in each other's ears that it was useless. After a moment and after all the equipment was put down, the entire crew left the room and just allowed you to finish.
Out of all the times you'd had sex before, you didn't expect the best to be a completely scripted one. Eddie wasn't lying when he said he was experienced, he knew how to hit every nook in cranny in you like it was the millionth time.
When he felt himself getting close, he reached down and began circling your clit with his thumb. In the movies he'd seen, they always came at the same time. That didn't happen much in real life, but he wanted to make it look cinematic because, to his knowledge, they were still filming.
You gasped at the sudden contact, not expecting it. Thirty seconds later, you were cumming in sync, moaning into each other's mouths. He kept it going as long as he could but eventually he had to stop. Both his and your legs were trembling, sweat beading on your upper lip.
He kissed you for a moment, thinking in his head how great that would look on camera.
But when you both looked over at where the crew was, they were gone. You were confused, wondering why they didn't film as much as possible.
"Oh my god," you said, looking back up at Eddie. "Did they yell cut?"
His eyes widened. "Did they?"
"Did you hear them at all?"
"No, I didn't. Did you?"
"No."
You couldn't help but giggle at the situation. "Holy fucking shit."
"Jesus Christ, what the fuck."
"That's kind of hilarious."
He pulled out of you, pulling the condom off before grabbing one of the robes from the crates behind the camera, tossing another one to you. He opened the door to the rest of the set and the crew's heads shot up to look at him.
"Did... you yell cut?" he asked the director.
"Yep. Three times. You guys were so into it we figured we'd just let you finish."
That was when you laughed even harder, your head fuzzy and body tired.
After everything was cleaned up and you were heading back to your trailers, you caught up with Eddie outside his.
"Sorry we didn't hear cut earlier," you apologized.
"I'm not." He smirked slyly, and you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach.
"Do you think you'd do something like this again? Real sex on a set?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. With the right person."
"Well, if I get another opportunity like this, you're the first person I'm recommending."
"God, please do." His voice was raspy now, seductive, sultry. Normally you didn't pay any mind to men who flirted with you. But something about actually fucking Eddie seemed to form some kind of bond, maybe just in your head.
You reached into your pocket and pulled out a napkin, which had your phone number written on it. You leaned in close, wanting this to stay between the two of you.
"Well, if you ever want to do something without cameras, call me." You turned around to walk to your trailer, his eyes glued to your ass the whole time.
He swore he could get rock hard again right now if he wanted to. Something was different about you. You were one of the best fucks he'd ever had, and he intended on using that phone number sometime soon.
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some billie smut with strap pleaseee đŠ
ŕ¨ŕ§ slow mornings. b.e
felt like writing something soft w praise and bils talking r through it <3Â very unedited i wrote this in 20 minutes lmao. also i'm back from the dead <3 sorry this is so short (600 words), trying to get back into writing again! ty for the request anon i hope this is okay, have some soft gf billie <3
billie thrusted slowly into you, the early morning sunlight streaming through the windows and onto the sheets where the two of you lay tangled together.
the two of you had woken up to one of your very rare mornings with nothing to do, nothing on billieâs normally hectic schedule. so youâd taken the morning slow, waking up ever so slowly with cuddles and lazy kisses. at some point, one of those kisses had escalated, and that was how you ended up here: billie thrusting into you slowly, almost lazily, with her lips trailing soft open-mouthed kisses and bites down your neck, collarbone, and cleavage. one of her fingers traced small circles on your clit, in time with her thrusts.
âyouâre doing so good for meâŚâ her voice had that soft rasp to it that it always had when she just woke up, and god it was hot. every few words, she would place another soft kiss along your collarbones.
âif only you could see how pretty you lookâhow pretty you soundâŚâÂ
that was referring to the soft and sleepy moans falling from your lips, and the slightly glazed over look in your eyes from sleep. your eyelids were fluttering, your lips parted slightly. saying that billie was obsessed with you was an understatement, she could quite happily spend hours on end worshipping you and making sure you knew just how much she adored you.Â
her thoughts during early morning photoshoots and interviews were always taken over by you, the sleeping figure sheâd always had to leave behind in bed in the morning, despite wanting nothing more than to just keep her body tangled with yours until shark got too hungry to ignore. slow mornings like this were truly blessings for the two of you, where you could spend all the time you wanted in bed together before slowly migrating to the kitchen to make breakfast together.Â
âmm, just like that.â she murmured as you moved your hips against the strap. each word was slightly drawn out, with that same raspy tone. âsuch a good girl.â
the finger on your clit sped up slightly, although it was still pretty slowâafter all, the two of you had the whole day free. you moaned softly at her praise, and the mere sound of your moan made her let out a moan that was muffled by the skin of your neck.Â
you could feel yourself clench around her strap, and moans spilled from your lips as you spoke, âbillie-â
âi know, baby. youâre so close. you can cum, youâre doing so well. so pretty for meâŚâÂ
it didnât take long for you to cum around her strap, her soft praises pushing you over the edge. billie continued her slow thrusts, working you through your high, trailing soft kisses along your neck and whispering sweet nothings into your ears.Â
after a moment, your hand drifted down to touch her, but she made a soft sound of disapproval, a soft smile gracing her lips. âwe have all day, love. iâm not finished with you yet, need to show my girl how much i adore her.âÂ
a soft smile spread over your lips and you felt your heart flutter in response to her words, and you leant up to press a sweet kiss to her lips. âi love you.â
billie was already moving down to settle between your legs so she could make you unravel all over again, and she looked up at you with that cheeky grin, âi love you more.â
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ăăăăăăăăăă self-insert : indulgent
BEST FRIEND ââ MONA ︰ Mona and I met at our first year of High School (EU system). We clicked almost simultaneously, her dramatic personality paired well with my more down to earth one. She was absolutely in love with astrology and the zodiac signs, and we did many fun things with our horoscopes. She often gave me tarot cards readings! ( â click more )
RIVAL ââ CAPTAIN BEIDOU ︰ Beidou was the Captain of the Girls' Basketball Team. She was very popular and very well-liked amongst schools' population. In my opinion, the tales about her are all greatly exaggerated. We didn't get along back then, because she was always doing moon eyes at Lisa, my girlfriend, I always caught looking at her. She was infuriating đ worst thing is, that she got along with everyone like a bundle of sunshine, so if I breathed a honest word about her I would have a army after my throat. She also had no respect for education, a subject I was quite cross with her a tremendous amount of times. She always brought beer to drink during breaks and burped right into my face afterwards to annoy the hell out of me. She wore leather bracelets to hide the prominent veins around her wrists which I found weird, she is weird. A tactless weirdo! I don't even know how she got a better grade at History and Mathematics' compared to me. And she should stay away from Lisa.
EX-GIRLFRIEND ââ LISA ︰ Lisa and I knew each other since middle school. We got along like a house on fire, and I was absolutely delighted when she asked me out on a date. She always called me a cutie + darling when we spend time together in the library. It was for us both, our favourite place. Even though sometimes I couldn't handle her... vigour, I was more than grateful that she... taught me many things regarding... human nature. But like everything else in the world, good things must come to an end. After graduation, Lisa got accepted to the prestigious Sumeru Akademiya, while I was accepted to Liyue DĂ xuĂŠ. She broke up with me and after that... I fucked up.
ONE NIGHT STAND ââ GANYU ︰ After Lisa broke up with me, I was left heartbroken for days. I couldn't go out of my room, I listened to sad music all the time, I could barely read my favourite books, and I love to read! I couldn't function properly, but my best friend Mona told me I needed to start moving on. She took me to a farewell party for high school graduates, and that was where I met Ganyu. She was the cutest, and the way she looked at me... how could I not kiss her? The wine must have gotten into my brain because next thing I knew, her godsend thighs were wrapped around my waist and I was kissing her against the wall, muffling all her addicting whimpers and quiet moans. I didn't know however, that Lisa was at the party ââ which was stupid of me, we were classmates after all. I could never get over the heartbroken expression on her face as she took a step back, and then another, until she ran into the arms of... Jean?
"Was that your ex?" Ganyu whispered in my ear, and I glanced at her, seeing concern in her face. My eyes softened, rubbing her back reassuringly.
"Yeah..." I admitted quietly. "I'm sorry for this-" I was cut off by Ganyu silencing me with a long peck on my lips, and the gentleness of it surprised me, until I willingly melted in her embrace, letting her erase the thoughts of Lisa and Jean out of my mind.
UNREQUITED LOVE ââ ROSARIA ︰ Months passed, and I started having a huge crush on the assistant of my religious professor, Rosaria. She was two years older than me, and I once caught her smoking at the Unis' backyard. She was very pretty... okay, she was very hot and I would have loved to see those stockings up close. I wouldn't dare though, not when she...
IGNORES YOU ââ ROSARIA ︰ ... ignores the entirety of my existence. Even my good mornings go ignored by her. Mona wouldn't let me live it down!
FIGHT AGAINST ââ KEQING ︰ Turns out, my crush on Rosaria was so obvious that she herself knew, and told her... girlfriend. Keqing was my senior, and before I knew it I was dragged forcefully into a storage closet. She pinned me against the wall, and glared at me with such irritation that I had to double take.
"Listen carefully," Keqing hissed, her voice low and poisonous against my ears. "You stay away from Rosaria. I don't care what excuse you may think you have, but if I see you so much as glance her way again, we are going to have multiple problems."
"Whoa, whoa! Hold on, what are you-" I panicked, is this girl crazy?!
"I, don't care how charming you think you are!" she spat, catching my wrists in a deathly grip. "I don't take kindly to people being homewreckers for fun."
I froze, my heart falling into pieces. "What?! No, what are you ââ you... Rosaria... she's taken?" I rasped out, feeling a lump on my throat as the realisation started creeping in. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Keqing eyed me suspiciously. "You didn't know?"
I shook my head, no. My eyes suddenly felt watery, and I looked away from the purple beauty in front of me. I clenched my fists. Great, just my luck, no wonder she ignored me like that. I- shit, what have I done? "No... I didn't know. I would never..."
"Then let's not make this more of a bigger issue, it should remain this way, don't you agree?" Her sharp eyes pierced into mine, and I nodded. She didn't glance back once as she turned to leave, and I could only slid down to the floor once I was alone, wrapping my arms around my knees, trying for once again to get over heartbreak.
SAVES YOUR LIFE ââ MONA ︰ Mona has saved my life more times than I could remember, than I could count on my two hands. I always had the tendency to get into trouble even when I don't want to. Mona said it's Capricorns' karma, I say it's because of my love for actual intelligent debates, and all inclinations to avoid misplaced childish confrontations.
MARRY ââ CAPTAIN BEIDOU ︰ If you asked me I would tolerate being in the same room with Annoying Beidou 7 years ago, I would have called you crazy in front of everyone. But now after we started studying to become Historians together we... grew closer. It was infuriating at first, because she was so... happy all the type, a ball of energy, and always annoyed me in one way or another. Looking at her back then made me tired, it was laughable. It is even more laughable because now... now I'm married to her.
"I told you not to try to make dinner while drinking, Beidou!" I called, voice dripping with amusement.
Beidou's voice floated from the kitchen, her characteristic cheerfulness muffled thanks to the cacophony of clanging utensils. "I'm fine! I'm fine! I may just knocked over' a glass or two... or five."
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to respond as I went back to my reading. I sipped my hot chocolate quietly, savouring the sweet taste of my wifes' making.
A few minutes later, Beidou entered the living room with a shit-eating grin on her lips, her eye gleaming. I felt my stomach drop.
"I may or may not have overestimated my culinary skills! But! Wait!" She silenced me when she noticed me parting my mouth, to which I clicked shut in surrender. "I didn't burn anything this time!"
"Wow, such a big progress, I'm so proud of you," I drawled.
Beidou scowled, jumping over the furniture so she can crawl over me, snuggling into my lap without hesitation. "You're always so mean to me!"
My eyebrows rose, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Are you whining? Beidou, Captain of the Crux, whining over a little mean comment?"
She turned her head towards me, still in my lap. My hand went to the nape of her neck unconsciously, rubbing the no-doubt strained tendons. I completely ignored her heated glare upon my being, a small smirk gracing my lips.
"You hate me. I don't know why you even married me. Is it love or insanity? It must be insanity," she decided the answer herself.
I didn't hesitate. "Both, most likely to definitely."
She narrowed her eyes at me.
I grinned cheekily down at her.
"Bloody Brainiac," she muttered, snuggling further into my stomach and wrapping her arms around my waist in a hug.
"Annoying Sunshine," I muttered back, leaning down to kiss her cheek lovingly.
"My sunshine."
Genshin Impact (waifu ver.) click and drag game!
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characters included: jean, mona, lisa, ningguang, beidou, ganyu, rosaria, la signora, keqing
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.⢠° * ŕŞââ´ content warning: smut, angst, manipulation, cheating, toxic relationship, crying, oral (f!receiving), rough car sex, hair pulling, toxicbf!chris, gf!reader
.⢠° * ŕŞââ´ author's note: sorry guys i kind of made chris a cheating asshole in this (but i'd still let him hit bc i'm lowkey a cuck).
.⢠° * ŕŞââ´ summary: you and chris get into an argument after you find him cheating on you at a party, but you can't stay mad at him for long, especially when he knows just what you like, and he gives it to you in the backseat of his car.
.⢠° * ŕŞââ´ this fic is very loosely inspired by this post (it started off as a roadrage fic that leads to sex but the fic really took me down a different road, so i took the rough car fuck from it and kind of changed everything else so idk)
(i used two different songs for inspo, but they both have the same name, and i actually like this concept a lot bc the halsey song more fits where the reader's head is, and the current blue song more fits where chris' head is, so keep that in mind if you ever listen to the songs associated with my fics.)
Drive
You set foot out of the bathroom at a New Year's party your boyfriend had dragged you to, your eyes scanning the sea of faces in search of him.
You didn't recognize most of the people here, but they all recognized you. Chris knew almost everyone, and they all knew of you by association. Chris was a bit of a social butterfly, especially at parties, constantly flitting through each room and getting easily distracted, so you weren't sure where to even begin looking for him.
You had a better chance of finding one of his brothers first and hoping that maybe one of them had seen him. You continued to look for either of the three of them through the crowd while music thumped loudly through some shitty speakers.
You found your way through the living room and the kitchen, bumping into a few people who knew your name but failed to tell you theirs and were no help in finding Chris. The smell of marijuana burning floated into your senses as you wandered out back, thinking for sure that you'd stumble upon your boyfriend outside lighting up a joint, but he was nowhere to be found.
You did, however, find Nick who was getting hit on by a group of girls who were all giggling and playing with their hair while they all completely missed the obvious signs that he was totally uninterested and also gay. "Hey, have you seen Chris?" You called to Nick as your heels clicked against the stonework in the backyard.
Nick politely excused himself and started walking towards you. "No, I haven't, but thank God you're here. I thought they were going to eat me alive back there," Nick whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as the two of you started to walk back inside. You frowned at him. All you wanted was to find Chris.
"You know, I saw a cat earlier. If we can find the cat, I'm sure we'll find Matt close by. Maybe he's seen Chris," Nick suggested, shrugging. You and Nick pushed your way past a bunch of drunk college kids when Matt caught your eye at the top of the second floor.
He was bent down, petting a black cat and scratching the sweet animal under the chin as she purred and brushed up against his leg. You two made your way over to the banister and started climbing the steps. "Hey, have you seen Chris?" You called to him, startling the cat and causing her to run off to one of the dark rooms down the hall.
Matt glared at you. "No, I haven't," he huffed. "I can't find him anywhere. I swear, I left him alone for like ten minutes," you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your stomach and the thoughts creeping into your mind that he might be somewhere entertaining another girl.
"I wouldn't go up there if I were you. I think there might be someone hooking up in one of those rooms," Matt pointed down the hall, smirking. He turned his attention to Nick. "Hey, since Chris can drive himself now and we don't have to wait for him, do you wanna go?" The rest of their conversation was drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat thumping away in your ears as you peered down at the only room you could tell was lit up.
You saw what looked like two pairs of feet stumbling around as their shadows broke through the light shining through the crack in the bottom of the door. Something told you that Chris was in that room, and even though you had nothing to go off besides a gut feeling, you had to be sure.
After Nick and Matt had made their way back down the staircase and out the door to Matt's car, you finally worked up the courage to march towards the door. You pressed your ear up to the wooden barrier. You couldn't make out what the two voices on the other side were saying, but one of them definitely belonged to Chris.
You subtly turned the knob and threw open the door. Sure enough. Your scumbag boyfriend was getting close and friendly with another woman who had her lips latched onto his neck, and he had his hand resting on her hip. He immediately pulled away and backed up as he realized he'd been caught.
"Hey babe," he said, trying to sound casual. You could tell by the sneer on the girl's face and her body language that she wasn't happy to see you. Your glance flickered between the both of them a few times before you felt tears starting to well in your eyes. You turned away and bolted down the stairs and out into the front yard.
It was a shame Nick and Matt had already left because all you wanted to do was go home, and now the reason you were crying was your only ride. Chris followed closely behind, chasing after you. "Babe, what's wrong?" He asked, playing dumb, as if that could really get him out of this one. You pushed him away, but he pulled you close again.
"What the fuck were you doing with that girl!?" You asked through your tears, raising your voice. "We were just talking," he sweetly told you, wiping away a bit of your smeared eyeliner. "Chris, I'm not stupid! She was kissing your neck," you sobbed in response, shoving him again.
"Babe, you're embarrassing me," he shot back, sounding a bit annoyed with you. "You're the one making out with some other girl at a party where everyone knows we're together, and you're the one who's embarrassed?! You're unbelievable!" You yelled.
"You're always jumping to conclusions and accusing me of shit," Chris responded, embracing you once more. "Shhh. Come on, baby. Come home with me, and I'll show you how sorry I am," he cooed in a soft voice, trying to de-escalate the situation.
"You're not fooling me, Chris. I'm not giving into you this time. Just take me home.." you said, your voice trailing off as he started kissing and nibbling on your ear. "Please. Come home with me. I'll make you feel so good," he whispered into the crook of your neck, pressing his body up against yours.
Your knees and your willpower grew weak as you turned your head to expose more of your throat to him, a soft moan escaping your lips.
As angry as you were with him, he could always win you over with sex. It was like a vicious cycle. He'd hit on another girl in front of you, you'd get jealous, the two of you would start fighting, and then he would console you with sex. You hated that it always worked, but you couldn't help the effect he had on you. He was intoxicating, and you were addicted to him.
"Mhmm. Please, Chris.." you hummed back, giving into him. He had you in the palm of his hand. He reached behind you and opened your door for you, leading you into his car and closing it once you'd gotten in.
It still had that new car smell. He climbed into the driver seat, turning the key in the ignition. You listened to the sound of his engine purring as he pulled away from the street, one hand on the steering wheel and his other on your thigh. His pretty blue eyes shifted between the road, his rearview, and his side mirrors.
You watched the way the streetlights overhead illuminated different parts of the car as you drove underneath them, shadows bouncing off the leather interior, creating a strange illusion, kind of like how it felt to be in a relationship with Chris - like a long, late night drive where the lights and shadows played tricks on your eyes to the point where you didn't know what was real and what wasn't.
"Why don't you put on some music, babe?" Chris suggested, breaking you out of your thoughts and attempting to distract you from bringing up the girl from the party again. "My phone's dead. Can I use yours?" You casually asked him, reaching for his phone that was sitting in his cup holder.
"Mine's dead, too," he replied, trying to grab it before you did. You watched his screen light up as an incoming message came through. "Bullshit!" You yelled, snagging his phone out of his hand.
When you opened his lock screen, it was open to a new contact he'd just saved, and you saw a woman's name you didn't recognize, and when you pulled down notification bar to see who the text was from, it was from her.
"Give it back," Chris demanded, trying to wrestle his phone out of your hand while trying to maintain his focus on the road. The text read: I had fun with you tonight. I hope I didn't get you into too much trouble with your girlfriend. Text me the next time you're lonely. ;)
"That's it, Chris. Let me out of the fucking car," you told him, throwing his phone at him and reaching for your door handle. "Jesus Christ," Chris said, rolling his eyes and turning down an empty road that was dark besides one lone streetlight at the corner.
"I'm not kidding. Stop this fucking car or I'll jump out while it's moving," you threatened. "I know you will," he scoffed at you, hence the reason he was pulling off of the main road and bringing his wheels to an abrupt stop.
Chris had pulled over on the side of the street in a residential area, but there was stretch of empty field before you'd hit any houses, and there were no people around because it was around 11 p.m. on New Year's Eve night and everyone was either out at a bar or a house party or nestled comfortably into their beds ready to start off the new year with a good night's rest.
You threw open the car door. "Don't - slam it," Chris started to say, but he was cut off by you slamming the door shut in his face. You grew even more pissed off at the audacity of him to care about his car in a moment like this. You started marching down the street, your heels angrily clicking against the sidewalk as you tried to hold back your tears with arms crossed over your chest.
He rolled down his tinted window. "Get in," he told you, but you ignored him, not even bothering to slow your strides. "Get back in the car," he repeated through gritted teeth. "No, you can leave. I'll find my way home."
"We're 45 minutes from your house, you've been drinking, and your phone is dead. I'm afraid I don't have a choice. I'm not leaving you out here alone like this," Chris told you, slowly driving beside you, his wheels inching forward with your angry stomps. You gave him the silent treatment, continuing down the pavement.
He stopped the car and pulled himself to his feet, coming around to the opposite side where you were and grabbing you by the wrist. "Look, I know you hate me, and you can tell me all about it in the morning, but for now, let's get you back to my place, and I'll do my best to make it up to you," he softly cooed, looking into your eyes as he grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you into a deep kiss.
You kissed him back, your lips moving in unison with his, but you pulled away. "What? You gonna leave me over it?" He asked genuinely. You stared at him blankly. "Because you never do," he pointed out. He was right.
This was a pattern, and there was a part of each one of you that loved the drama of the tumultuous relationship the two of you shared. You both knew it wasn't healthy, but Chris loved the way you'd get jealous over him and cause a scene. It made him feel like you really cared. And you loved the great lengths he'd go to in order to win you back over after a big fight.
And, of course, you were both addicted to the makeup sex. Neither one of you understood the psychology of why neither one of you wanted out of the relationship. After all, you two really did think you loved each other. You just only had really fucked up ways of showing it.
"Come on. You know you want me. You'd get bored with anyone else," he said in a seductive tone as he winked at you. Again, he was right. He pushed you up against the car and started kissing you, wedging his knee between your legs.
"I need you, baby, and I know you need me, too. I'm the only one who can give you exactly what you like, hmm?" He moaned into your mouth in-between sloppy kisses. "Fuck me, Chris," you moaned back.
"Yeah? You wanna go back to my place, and I'll fuck you nice and good," he purred into your ear. "No, Chris. I want you to fuck me right now," you sternly replied. He raised his eyebrows at you. This was out of character for you, but he liked it, and he wasn't going to let the chance go to waste.
"Fuck. You're so hot," he rapsed as he pulled open the back door. "Get on all fours," he ordered you, pushing you into the backseat. He pulled the hem of your black dress up over ass and started taking down your panties.
He eagerly spread you open, and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath radiating onto your core. He leaned in and buried his tongue in between your folds, lapping up your wetness. Your face was pressed against the cold, leather interior as a mewl passed through your lips.
He started to harshly suck on your clit, moaning against your sensitive nerve endings as he brought his hand down and slapped your ass hard. You yelped, leaning back into him. You reached around and entangled your fingers in his soft, brown locks as he continued to eat you like a man starving.
"Like when I eat it from the back?" He seductively asked you. "Mhmm," you whimpered, biting your lip and nodding your head. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves, and he began methodically flicking his tongue over it as your whole body started to tremble.
He slurped up all your juices as he roughly kissed your drooling cunt. He created a bit of suction on your clit again, pulling away slowly and stretching your flesh, which made the feeling far more intense. He smirked after he released it from his lips and it snapped back into place. You whimpered at the delightful sensation.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he praised you. You dug your freshly-manicured nails into the seat as he brought you closer to the edge. His tongue explored you in ways that no one else ever could. You felt the knot in your stomach come undone as he devoured you, paying close attention to every part of your vulva, stimulating you with his soft, wet mouth.
You started to shake as you finished onto his tongue, strangled moans pouring into the car. Chris chuckled against your heat, licking you clean. He released his mouth from you, and you heard the sound of him fiddling with his belt. Then his zipper.
You felt him draw a line up your slit with his tip, dragging it through your wetness. He slapped it against your entrance, laughing at the way you sent your hips back trying to coax it in. "You forgive me, baby? You forgive me for getting mixed up with that girl?" He cooed, teasing you with the head of his cock.
"Of course, Chris. I could never stay mad at you," you whimpered, eager for him to put it in. He smirked, snapping his hips forward and burying himself deep inside you. "So big," you whined as you generously accepted him, your pussy stretching around him and accommodating his thickness.
"Take it," he groaned, starting to buck his hips back and forth. He admired the arch of your back and all your perfect curves as he had you in his favorite position. His eyes wandered towards your ass and the way it jiggled every time he jerked his hips forward, driving himself deeper into your hole.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and used it to steady himself as he pounded away. "You take my cock so well," he growled, rutting into your gspot with every jagged thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and you let out a deep, guttural sound that you almost didn't even recognize coming from yourself.
He started to break a sweat, a few drops of perspiration forming on his forehead, his thick hair sticking to it. The car windows started to fog up with the moisture from your combined breath as the two of your bodies moved as one unit in an escalating exchange of energies.
He relished in the way you squelched around him and the sound of skin slapping against skin. "Harder," you practically sobbed as you felt the pressure building in your abdomen again. He fucked you ravenously, picking up his strides and giving it to as hard as he could, sending satisfaction through every inch of you.
His eyes were slammed shut, his eye brows knitted together, and his jaw dropped, pleasured sounds unfurling from his lips. They were deep, sensual, and almost frustrated - almost animalistic. His car rocked back and forth as he took you in the back seat, your fingers grasping for anything to hold onto as you felt your stomach flutter.
"So close," you managed to whine as you reached the point of no return. With Chris still gripping your hair tightly, he kept his pace as steady and strong as he could while on the brink himself. "Cum on my cock, babe," he demanded, his voice textured with lust. He gripped your hair even harder, tugging with even more force than before as your orgasm rippled through you, fully surrendering to him.
Your bodies reacted to one other in a language of unspoken desire as he pumped you full of his warm, sticky load and your walls throbbed around him, creating a positive feedback loop in which each of you triggered a more intense climax in one another.
"Oh, fuck," he rasped, his dick twitching inside of you as he filled you with every last drop. He relaxed his hold on your hair, and you collpased into the back seat of his car. He pulled out of you, admiring the way his cum glistened on your skin in the faint moonlight as it peeked out from behind the clouds.
"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up, go back to my place, and I'll do that as many times as it takes me to make up for what a jerk I was to you tonight."
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again &. again announcement (tag list update)
i finally have my christmas break phew. i'm planning to finish chapter 5 of again &. again either tonight or tomorrow, and split it into two (or three?) parts when posted, depending on my sleep deprived state lmao. sorry for the very long delay y'all, i'm trying my damn best to produce something decent with all the terrible things happening to me lately, promise i'm not giving up on this series; just coping real hard right now.
and i almost got kicked out of the house while at it too so that's a plus đĽ
anyways, i might need to update my taglist so please do comment down below (likes don't count, and don't spam my inbox please, i have almost thousands piled up) so i can fix it when i'm going to have to inevitably edit the list.
this is by far the longest chapter and the most draining to write. there's a scene where your first sighting of tim is, diary scenes, your relationship with your mother is furthermore expounded too (i hope you guys don't mind me writing quite a lot of lore for a fictional, almost oc kind of character, she has a special place in my heart ofc), conner scene, jason and reader hurt/comfort as i've already announced in the past, the entire batfamily is included too (i don't know how i managed to do so), and many more i can't recall.
also lots of song references, have fun finding or associating the scenes depicted with it. consider this an early christmas gift hohoho.
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Predator (Jungkook x Reader) Part II - Prey
Pairing: Vampire Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Series: Predator Universe
Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Vampire Jungkook, Obsession, Manipulation, Forced Relationships, Blood (So much of it), Fear (Copious amounts), Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Mind Games, Tormenting the MCs, Discussions about dead bodies, Jungkook and his unblinking stare, Self Injury (Non Mental Health Related), Forced Feeding, Isolation
I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals.
Preview: The worst part was that you never tried to run. Jungkook never tied you down to anything or bound your wrists or feet. He simply knew that you would never try. It would be idiotic for you to try and run, you knew he was a talented tracker - he would be able to find you within minutes of your escape. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from him, he would always be able to find you.
A/N: I am alive! This was entirely inspired by an ask that was sent to me so the entire reason this exists is because of the wonderful anons who have asked be about what has happened since the end of Predator and who have asked to see what a more lucid Jungkook would look like. I haven't had this much fun writing in such a long time. I'm sorry it's so short, I hope you can forgive me đ
READ PART I - PREDATOR
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It was dark and quiet, the only sound being the steady, slow, drip of water hitting the dusty floorboards and the harsh chatter of your teeth as they clashed together.Â
You were freezing, your body trembling despite your best attempts to collect yourself. It was no use, no matter what you did you were never able to warm up anymore. You knew it wasnât all that cold outside, but that didnât really matter. Despite the chills that wracked your body there was a fine sheen of sweat that coated your skin.
You were unsure as to how much time had really passed since you had found yourself here. All of the days had begun to blend together like some horrible fever dream you simply couldnât wake up from. The only constant in your life has become him.Â
If you didnât know any better, you would think he was trying to kill you.Â
What was truly likely, was that this was a side effect of his treatment of you. It was very likely that he just didnât know how to take care of a human. And despite your incessant pleading, he had told you that he would not kill you. So really, it was his own ineptitude that had you knocking on deathâs door.
Your skin felt grimey, not entirely from lack of hygiene, but from the film of blood that coated your skin. It was all over you but it mostly dominated your cheeks, lips, throat, chest, and fingers. He was not violent when he claimed his feeds, but he was not necessarily gentle either. You hadnât looked in a mirror for quite some time, but you were certain no amount of vampire blood would be able to seal your wounds with how often they were readily reopened.
This wasnât a life, it was a slow and painful trek to the afterlife.
Your trembling increased as the front porch creaked, he was already back. Your head lolled backwards and hit the wall behind you in defeat. You couldnât do this again, you couldnât give him another part of yourself - this time you were certain that it would kill you.Â
Every time he fed from you, there was a horrible, delightful, exhilarating rush that followed. Whatever it was that he was doing to you, it was forcing you to enjoy the very thing that was killing you. It was perverse. It was disgusting. It was addicting.
It was hard to hate him in the throes of ecstasy, there was this horrible thrill that came the second before his fangs pierced his limb of choice as you knew you would be rewarded with bliss in the moments that followed. It was easier to hate him when he wasnât there, his lack of presence giving your mind the briefest of reprieves to remind yourself of the horrible situation you were truly in.Â
The distance, however, didnât seem to allow him the same clarity. If anything, it made him grow more needy, more irritated, and more clingy.
The door creaked open, and your time to yourself disappeared. Your body shook tenfold as his presence filled the room. He still looked the same as he did the first time you had come face to face with him. His clothes were worse for wear, even more blood stained and shredded than they had been before. There was a permanent coppery scent that surrounded him, the dried blood being the prime suspect.Â
You were certain that you didnât smell that much better. Although, to a vampire, you probably would smell all that more enticing.
His gaze was immediately drawn to you, your eyes locking with one another, bridging the fifteen foot gap between you. His eyes often fluctuated in vibrancy depending on how hungry he was. The days where they were near black were the most difficult for you, but today they were a bright crimson red. He had fed on someone, someone who luckily wasnât you.
âHello little mouse,â He greeted, his voice low and surprisingly soft, devoid of the almost manic tone you had been familiar with for the longest time.Â
He began to close the distance between the two of you, his gait smooth as he approached you. The way he moved was unnaturally perfect, the silent power of a predator imbued in every muscle of his body.
He wordlessly dropped a bag in your lap as he sank down to the ground beside you, his wide, red, unblinking eyes staring at you, waiting for you to make a move. No matter how much time you have spent with him, his stare was still unnerving.
It took you longer than it should have to open it, your fingers trembling beyond your control. But Jungkook was patient, he has all of the time in the world to wait.
The scent of food hit your nose, your mouth watering and your stomach growling eagerly in response. From the color of his eyes and what he had brought you, you assumed he had decided to have his fill of a hiker instead of you.Â
Jungkook didnât know how to take care of a human, that much was obvious. He had, however, been keenly aware of how much blood he was draining from your body on a daily basis. You had become so weak, anything but sitting felt like a herculean task nowadays. And the lack of consistent meals was weighing heavy on your body.
You didnât care that he was watching you eat, your mannerisms ravenous and most likely off putting. But you no longer complained when he took his fill of you, and for some reason he remained silent and returned that courtesy.Â
You had noticed a shift in his behavior when that other vampire had found the two of you not that long ago. He knew Jungkook, from the way they spoke it appeared he knew him very well. This other vampire, despite how he appeared more human than Jungkook, frightened you just as much. You could tell from the curl of his smile to his confident gait that he was just as bad, if not worse, as Jungkook.
You had nearly fainted on the spot when he suggested the two of them share you, you were already tapped out as it was, Jungkook had fed on you that morning. The two of them, together, would kill you for sure.
To your surprise, Jungkook had not responded enthusiastically. He responded like an animal defending its territory - baring his fangs and growling in just barely contained rage. And that reaction had set off the other vampire and before you knew it they were a blur of limbs.
They moved so fast your human eyes could barely keep up with them. You were only able to focus when one of them threw the other giving you just enough time to watch them separate before they came back together again. The sound their bodies made when they clashed together was like thunder from what you could only assume was the pure force and strength they possessed. And, much like animals, they ripped and tore into one another with their teeth and nails.
By the time the two of them had finally separated for good, it was because of how much they had injured one another. The both of them were covered in wounds oozing black blood, some of which was their own, and some belonging to the other.
The other vampire, whom you had briefly heard Jungkook address as Hoseok, was tired but still enraged.
âAre you fucking serious? All of this for what, a pathetic little human?!â He yelled, his nostrils flaring in anger. âItâs food, Jungkook! Iâm your brother!â
Your body flinched out of habit at the snarl that left Jungkook.
âWith the rate that youâre going youâll kill her anyways! Why does it even matter?!â
âSheâs my human,â Jungkook replied, his voice low with warning.
âThis isnât even supposed to be about her! Sheâs nothing! Namjoon sent me to come and find you but you know what, I think Iâll let you deal with the consequences of your actions. Itâs only a matter of time before he comes for you and when that happens, you're on your own!â
He disappeared quickly after that, it was like he was there one moment and then vanished the next. Once he was gone, Jungkookâs once sturdy stance softened, his shoulders bending forward from the strain of his own weight. He was hurt, badly.
He slowly turned to look at you, the red of his eyes and his dark mop of hair just visible over the curve of his shoulder. You knew that look, it usually didnât end well for you.Â
âNo, no, no, Jungkook, please!â You whimpered, scrambling backwards.
But it was no use, he never listened to you anyways. He always took what he wanted, even when you had nothing left to give.Â
He stumbled when he moved but he quickly regained his footing, his black blood stained hands grabbing you by the shins and pulling your retreating form towards him. You fought as hard as you could but you were already weak to begin with.
âStop it, please!â You begged, but he didnât listen. He wrapped his arms around you, his grip too tight and utterly uncomfortable.Â
âJungkook-â
âShut up,â He grunted before yanking your head roughly to the side and sinking his teeth back into the scarred skin of your neck. The shriek that left you was borderline inhuman, the building scar tissue made the intrusion all the more painful and Jungkook was not gentle.
And he had already taken so much blood the day before. It wasnât long before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you went limp in his iron hold.
That was the first time that Jungkook had given you vampire blood. You had almost died that day, you had gotten so close to finally being free of him and still he wouldnât let you go. Even death wasnât a great enough adversary for him.Â
When you had woken up after that attack, shocked that you managed to survive, you were met with those big, red, frightening eyes. The look on his face was the most serious you had ever seen it before, an odd clarity in his eyes that you were seeing for the first time.
He had been dreadfully quiet since then, speaking even less and shorter sentences than he normally did. You wouldnât say he felt bad for what he did, but he had become increasingly aware of the inherent fragility that came with being human. He never apologized, but he had fed from you a lot less after that.
You froze mid bite as you felt his icy fingers graze your flesh, the coolness biting your skin and seeping into your veins. His touch was feather light, just barely there, but you went still beneath it anyways. You were incredibly aware of the strength that was concealed in that touch. He appeared unbothered by your response, his thumb smoothing over the curve of your jaw as he leaned in unbearably close.
You flinched at the feeling of cold metal being draped around your throat, his fingers clasping the material at the nape of your neck. It was a necklace. Your chest felt tighter, the food in your stomach quickly souring.Â
He was doing it again.Â
You were well aware of Jungkookâs strange and disturbing habit of taking mementos from his victims. His ears, wrists, neck, and practically every inch of his body were adorned with items he had stolen. You noticed he had an affinity for jewelry, but his jacket and boots had been taken from someoneâs corpse as well. And, recently, he started bringing them back for you as well.Â
Your bloody fingers were littered with several rings, a bracelet on your right wrist, and your ears decorated in earrings - some of which he had pierced himself. And now, the necklace.
It left your stomach in knots when he did this, you couldnât help but think about the bodies abandoned in the woods that he had slaughtered every time the metal glinted back at you. Each piece felt like another shackle keeping you at his side.Â
The worst part was that you never tried to run. Jungkook never tied you down to anything or bound your wrists or feet. He simply knew that you would never try. It would be idiotic for you to try and run, you knew he was a talented tracker - he would be able to find you within minutes of your escape. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from him, he would always be able to find you.
And so, you had become his plaything. His dinner and now his doll, a weak body that he could play with and decorate to his greatest desires whether that be with a corpse's jewelry, or a litany of scars.
âPretty,â He said, his voice deceptively soft as he grazed the skin of your neck, his fingers moving from the clasp of the necklace to trace over the scarred imprints of his fangs and teeth.
You were thankful that he wasnât hungry.
The odd, calm atmosphere between the two of you was quickly dissipating. Jungkook shifted away, agitation clear on his face as an annoyed growl parted his lips. You flinched back against the wall, scooting away to stay out of his path.Â
This wasnât unusual - he had been having rapid mood swings lately.
The few moments of peace the two of you would share were often interrupted by the sudden pained twist of his features - his eyebrows drawing together and his nose scrunching in a snarl. It almost looked like he was in physical pain despite there being no signs of any injury.
And then, the pacing would start. It was like watching a caged lion sweep the perimeter of their enclosure. Back and forth, slow and menacing steps. It was like he was looking for something, or trying to guard the two of you from someone else. You hadnât dared to ask what he was doing, to be entirely honest you tried your best to avoid initiating any interaction or conversation with him at all. The few times you did speak to him, it was usually to beg for him to leave you alone, pleas that often fell on deaf ears.Â
You didnât know what to do with this. When you first âmetâ him, he had been sadistic, like a zealous child with more power than they knew what to do with. He had wanted to play his sick and twisted games with you and the plan had always been to gorge himself on your blood and leave your mangled corpse deep in the forest to wither and return to the earth. That was what was familiar to you, that was what you were expecting.Â
You were never supposed to live, that had been an unfortunate circumstance, a split decision he made to prolong your torture and pain. You didnât know what you were supposed to do with this suddenly quiet, confused, and barely human creature in front of you. One that would rip open your flesh to feed just as soon as he would leave bruising kisses on your lips and throat, painting the flesh a rich red that was left to rust.
You were waiting for him to snap, waiting for it to all finally be over. But that would be luck, luck that you didnât have. He had promised you, so long ago, that you would never be alone again, that he would keep you. And you have suffered the consequences ever since.
When he said your name you felt your blood freeze over. He had never said your name before, you didnât even know that he knew it. He had always called you that horrific pet name, his little mouse.
You wrapped your arms around your legs, pulling them into your chest in an attempt to feel some sense of security as he continued to speak.Â
âWeâre leaving soon.â He said, the words simple but the expression on his face ever so complex. Reluctance, frustration, pain, anxiety. Â
You swallowed, but did not move. The silence was deafening. But, by the look on his face, you knew that he was waiting for your response. You would have to break the stalemate.Â
âAre youâŚtaking me home?â You dared to ask, your heart thundering in your chest as that predatory gleam returned to those red eyes.Â
âNo,â He growled, his jaw clenched as his fangs ground against his lower set of teeth, âYouâre not going back there, ever.â
Your heart shattered.Â
âIâm being called back to my home.â
His home? This was the first that you were hearing of it, you never stopped to ask yourself if he had a home. You couldnât picture it even if you tried, it was a puzzle piece that simply didnât fit. You had always assumed he was simply a nomadic creature that moved as he hunted. And, due to his supernatural nature, it seemed that he never needed the typical human necessities and comforts such as four walls and a roof.Â
You knew he had some sort of family at the very least. You had, after all, had the displeasure of meeting Hoseok who had referred to himself as his brother. And he had mentioned the name Namjoon, the phrasing suggesting a hierarchical structure. But even the notion that he had a family felt just as mismatched. And how ironic it was that he was returning home to a family he didnât even want, and he wouldnât let you go home to the family that you missed so much.Â
âAnd thatâs bad?â You hesitantly asked, flinching as he growled in frustration.Â
âItâs worse than bad!â He yelled, his hands sliding through his hair in stress, âIt was difficult enough fending Hoseok off, but all six of them? Youâre as good as dead.â
Hope.
âThenâŚdonât go?â You said, although it sounded more like a question. By the way he was acting, it was like returning was not a choice.Â
âIf only it were that easy,â He laughed, the sound bordering on being unhinged. âI canât ignore it, if Iâm called I have to answer. If I donât it becomes more and more persistent. It feels like a cord that grows tighter and tighter until it pulls and my body moves on its own and takes me back.â
That explained the pacing, the restlessness his body had been experiencing. He had been trying to redirect it by walking the perimeter of the decrepit cottage but it had been a temporary fix to the problem. You could only assume that he was getting to the point now where his body was ready to return against his will.Â
How horrible it was, to be someoneâs unwilling puppet. You knew that feeling all too well.Â
You didnât know what you were supposed to tell him. There were no choices to be made by the two of you. He would have to return, and he wouldnât leave you here on your own as he knew you would be given the greatest opportunity you have ever had to leave him. So, he would have to take you with him right into the lionâs den where you would undoubtedly be consumed.
He was mumbling to himself now, his pacing becoming more frantic and much faster, your human eyes struggling to keep track of him. You were sure that he was moving so fast he would wear down the old floorboards beneath him and the soles of his beat up boots.
You could only assume that meant the call was becoming even stronger. Before - it was asking, now it was commanding.
You had never seen him so frantic before, those wide blood red eyes unblinking and shifting back and forth faster and faster as his thoughts raced. It was borderline demonic, like something you would see during a paranormal movie or an exorcism. It was terrifying.Â
You began to scoot back as far away as you could until your spine was flush with the wall behind you. You felt better with some part of you concealed from the open, but that did little to calm your racing heart and the creature that raged in front of you.
What was he so afraid of, so panicked by? You couldnât imagine anything scaring him, not with how terrifying he was on his own. What could be so bad, so scary, that it frightened a monster? You weren't sure you wanted to find out, even if it meant you could finally feel the sweet embrace of death and escape him once and for all.Â
Jungkook finally came to a stop, his body still but his eyes continued to move erratically. And then they too settled, and a look of deadly calm settled over them. He had decided something, and you were certain that whatever his decision was it wouldnât be good for you.Â
âThey wouldnât,â You heard him mutter to himself, âNot if I put a fail safe if place.â
A fail safe?
Before you could even blink he had moved across the room, faster than your eyes could track. Your body had been ripped away from the wall and set in between his legs, your spine pressed against his chest, the both of you seated on the ground.
An uncontrollable wail shook your body, the sound emanating a feeling of pure hopelessness. You had been surprised it came out of you, but you knew why. You were terrified he was going to feed from you again.Â
His one arm was wrapped around your ribs, his legs tensed and forcing your own to squeeze together. He had immobilized you, there was nowhere else you could go and no way to escape him.Â
Your entire body shook and heaved with hysterical breaths as you writhed in his grip. âPlease, please donât do it again I canât take anymore of this!â
He hushed you, his free hand brushing over your hair in a surprisingly gentle manner. It was more like someone who was trying to calm a startled stray animal than anything else. His touch moved to your chin, lightly taking hold of the point where your neck and jaw bone met.
He didnât say anything, instead he forced you to look at him, turning your face so that he could look directly into your eyes. And then, to your shock and horror, he plunged his fangs into his own wrist and ripped the flesh wide open. A torrent of thick, viscous, black blood rolled down the pale flesh of his forearm. And before you could do or say anything he grabbed you by your hair and jerked your head back before pressing his open wound to your mouth.Â
You gagged at the smell and taste, tears blurring your vision as you tried to move your head away but he did not budge. His arm around your ribs finally moved but only to help him pry your jaw open and force the blood flow down your throat. He continued to hush you as he forced you to drink, gently rocking your body in stark contrast to the harsh and violent hold he had you in.Â
âJust relax,â He whispered against the shell of your ear, âThe more you struggle, the longer Iâll keep you here. We need to get as much of my blood as possible into your system.â
You were crying even harder now, the salt of your tears slipping between his wrist and your lips and mingling with his blood in your mouth. What had you ever done to deserve this? What horrible thing had you done in some past life to deserve this kind of punishment?
You just wanted to go home. You wanted your mom and dad, your grandparents, and the gentle comfort of your bed in your childhood room. You wanted that life back, and you were never going to have it again.Â
His harsh grip on your jaw loosened as you went limp in his arms, resigning yourself to your inescapable fate. His hand returned to those soothing strokes against your hair, a low hum in his chest vibrating against your back as he watched you feed from him with a curious gaze. You were such a weak little thing, you needed him more than you would ever understand.Â
You hiccupped pathetically when he finally removed his wrist from your mouth after what felt like hours. Your lips and chin were stained black from the blood he spilled when you had struggled. He stared at you again, curiosity evident in his gaze, as he leaned forward and licked the flesh of your lips, tasting his own blood.
You shivered as he made a soft hum, cocking his head to the side before doing it once more, stroking over the bitten and chapped skin with his tongue as he transitioned into kissing your battered lips in a grotesque act of intimacy. He laughed against your mouth as you weakly pushed against his chest, he was amused by your pathetic attempts to push him away. It only encouraged him to kiss you harder and deeper, sampling the taste of his own blood straight from your mouth.Â
Once he was satisfied he finally allowed you to breathe, a devious gleam in his eyes that you had not seen in a long time.Â
âThey wonât be able to kill you for a while now, not unless they want another vampire to worry about.â He said. He was gloating, reveling in the win his family had no idea he had already achieved.
Your blood ran cold, your body freezing at his revelation. The very thing you craved, your own death and by association freedom from him, would be the very thing that would trap you with him for the rest of eternity. If you were killed with his blood in your system, you would become one of them. He truly had taken everything from you, even the dignity of your own death. Your life was his and his alone.
He really was a monster.
His features suddenly twisted in pain, his head jerking to the side as he released a low and threatening growl. The call was becoming even stronger, the most intense it had ever been. There was no more delaying it. They had to go, and they had to right now.Â
He quickly lifted you into his arms as his body began to move on its own, forcing him to begin to move in the direction of his home. There was nothing more that you could do, all you could do was remain limp in his arms. It was over, there was point in fighting anymore.
He had finally broken you.Â
When he stepped outside you were shocked by the fresh air and the cold weather. Then again, you always feel cold now. The clouds were thick today, the sun hidden behind their cover. It had been so long since you were outside, and even longer since you had been in the sun - that wouldnât change in the near future. But what truly shocked you, was that the world went on without you. The seasons continued to change, the flora continued to flourish and then decay. The cycles continued while you were stored away. How cruel the world was to keep going on as you withered away.Â
You leaned your head against his shoulder, shielding your face from the harsh wind as he began to move faster, running at his impossibly fast pace that no human could ever wish to match. How had so much changed? When did you go from human being to a play thing for a monster like him. You had a life, but now it had become inconsequential, toyed with and thrown away like it never even mattered.
What were you supposed to do now? At the end of the day, it didnât really matter. He had won, he had played his sadistic stupid games with you, and he had won. He had broken you. You tucked your chin into your chest and like the pathetic creature that you were you whimpered.
You cared about what was going to happen next. If Jungkook had been wrong, then the two of you walking into the proverbial lion's den would end with you turning into one of them, a fate worse than any other that you could imagine. To be tied to him for all of eternity would be your personal hell on earth.Â
What would they do to you when you got there? Would your death before your next life be slow and torturous, or quick and merciful? Would it be planned and intentional, or accidental?Â
Jungkook began to slow, his fast pace relaxing into a natural walk. The tension that previously rested in his body had begun to dissipate. You could only speculate this was the relief of obeying the command to return home. His control over his own body was slowly but surely coming back to him the closer the two of you came to his home.
He stopped for a moment, placing you down on your own two feet before he took hold of your wrist and forced you to follow after him. Your knees wobbled beneath your weight, unaccustomed to you standing after being curled up in a ball in that abandoned shack for the longest time. You looked more like a baby fawn learning to walk than you did that meek little mouse Jungkook always thought you were. He, however, paid little attention to you at that moment. He was tense, his body in a state of alert as subtly surveyed the area as you continued on.Â
He could sense something that your dull human senses werenât entirely picking up on. However, the hair on the back of your neck prickled and your gut twisted as you felt phantom eyes digging into your body.Â
Someone, somewhere, was watching you.Â
A building began to break through the cluster of trees. A modern, contemporary house in the middle of the forest was coming into view. This was the last place you thought of when Jungkook had mentioned his home. In all honesty, you would have been less surprised by a crypt and a row of coffins.
In front of the house, stood a man. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his eyes that familiar shade of deep burgundy, the same shade the monsterâs eyes were when he was hungry. This sent chills throughout your body, your entire being sensing the danger in the vampire that stood across from you.Â
Those burgundy eyes swept towards you, a look of shock and confusion discoloring their once calm gaze that you speculated was rarely rattled. His features twisted as he took in the state of you, the dried human and vampire blood that coated your body in thick layers, the dirt that was caked into your clothing, your hair that needed to be washed, and the smattering of scars that decorated your body and glistened in the cloudy daylight.Â
You were barely human anymore, you were a walking corpse.
âYou called me home, Namjoon.â Jungkook simply said, his body moving to shield you from the other vampire's gaze.
âJungkook,â Namjoon said, utter disbelief tinging his words, âWhat are you doing to her?âÂ
In every possible scenario you had conjured in your mind, this had not been one of them.
Sympathy.
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Helper:Christmas
Arsenal Women x Child!Reader
Summary: Christmas with Guppy
"I...I don't understand. What's...What's going on?"
"Just keeping holding it up," Codi whispers to Rosa, who looks like she's about to lower the tinsel that she's holding up.
"I don't get it. What's going on?"
"We're decorating the tree."
"No, I get that. But why are we holding it up in a line?"
On her other side, Leah huffs. "Because Lia's raising a kid who doesn't like mess and gets freaked out by Christmas trees. Ow! Lia!"
Lia's elbow, none too kindly, digs a bit further into Leah's ribs.
"Don't make fun of her!" She snaps, imaginary hackles raised in annoyance at Leah's dismissal before turning to Rosa to explain, much more kindly. "Guppy...She gets a bit overwhelmed about this kind of stuff and these cretins like to go overboard until the tree's a big mess. So, Guppy gets to pick the theme and then we all decorate. Leah's exaggerating."
"I'm just saying! Maybe exposure therapy will be good for her! I love her, Lia, I do. You know that. But you have to admit, this-"
Lia whips her beads at Leah in annoyance.
"Alrigh! Alright! I get it! Sorry!"
Lia's not finished though as she points to practically everyone in line in turn. "None of you are allowed to talk about that kind of stuff while y/n's in the room too, do you understand? She's sensitive and I'm not letting any of you make it worse!"
"I think they get it," Mario intervenes quickly," No one wants to make her feel bad."
Rosa's kind of glad that Mariona did. She's never seen Lia angry before. Annoyed, yes. Overtired, yes. But never angry. Not truly anyway but she's heard how protective Lia gets over you.
You're not really an oddball. You're not overwhelmingly weird either. But something that Rosa's noted is that you're very particular. She's never met a child so particular in her life. You like things done in a certain way.
You get all fidgety and anxious if you're not allowed to do things in the way you want and tend to start things over if it hasn't gone perfectly. You flick the lights on and off twice in whatever room you leave and you always knock on doors twice.
Rosa's seen you on the team bus, getting Lia to buckle and unbuckle your seatbelt twice over just before the bus sets off to whatever away match they need to get to.
You're just...
Different.
It's clear that Lia knows that too and a lot of her energy is put into making sure no one makes you think that you don't fit in.
"Alright!" Kim comes in holding your hand and from what Rosa strains to hear from Mario and Lia's conversation, this is normal too.
Kim helps you pick out the theme.
You both whisper together, Kim clearly going along with your childish wonder and happiness. She crouches down at your side as you look between Rosa and Kyra's tinsel.
Rosa's holding a red one and Kyra's holding a gold one.
Kyra wiggles it enticingly in your face but your features all scrunch up at once as you move away from Kim to take Rosa's hand and then to choose Codi and her matching green tinsel as well.
"Alright," Kim says," And what about baubles?"
"Er..." You look at the rest of the team and all the baubles they hold up to you, suddenly overwhelmed with choices.
You look at Leah's glittery baubles and shake your head.
"Not-Not glitter ones."
Then you catch sight of Lia and Mario, immediately breaking away from Kim to go crashing into them.
"Mummy!" You gasp," You bought the special beads from home!"
Wound around what looks to be an old piece of cardboard, is a long string of silver beads.
"I did," Lia says," Because our tree is too little for them this year. I thought we could use them on the Arsenal tree."
You nod, head bobbing up and down happily before you also take Mario's hand, dragging her into your little group of chosen people without even looking at the bauble in her hands.
"Nah!" Leah complains," This is so unfair! Why can't I be chosen?"
"Because you clearly didn't choose a good bauble this year," Beth teases," Not like me."
"Not Beth's bauble either," You say to Kim.
"Wait...What? Come on, come back!"
Decorating the tree is a team effort because while you may have been the one to make your selection, you're much too small to decorate it all by yourself and Rosa's found herself with you on her shoulders as you strain to put a candy cane onto the tree.
"Careful," Lia warns her," Keep straight or she'll fall."
"Rosa's doing fine," Steph says," And it's not like Guppy is going to start throwing herself around. She's very responsible."
"I am, Mummy!" You say," Very responsible! I helped Mrs Gina find the missing gluestick lid yesterday!"
So, Lia ends up worrying from a distance and insists on being the one to lift you up so you can put the star on the tree before letting you down and leading you from the room without any more preamble.
"What's happening now?" Rosa whispers as it looks like everyone starts sitting down on the floor in a little circle that she has no option but to join.
"Lia's been doing this since Guppy was born," Caitlin explains," We're getting presents now. It was pretty cute the first time, little gifts in baby y/n's hands. It was her handprint the year she was born and then it was like little keychains? She's old enough to give them out by herself now."
The present Rosa gets is kind of soft and squishy and it doesn't rattle or anything when she holds it up to her ear and shakes.
"No opening until Christmas!" You say once everything's been given out and everyone's attention is on you," Because that ruins the surprise! You can only open them on Christmas!"
The little Arsenal teddy bear you got her sits on Rosa's desk for the rest of the season.
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â The Lionguard Gambit â
Nyoka Wadjet x Prefect Reader
The prefect requires some help. The snakeman will not provide it without a catch. There is chess, and a more harrowing "game" is maybe played too.
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babes, bros, and nonbinary beaus, I present to you the highly anticipated ''x reader'' ficlet for @cozymochi and @oddberryshortcake 's slitheringly handsome oc!
because let's be so real, we all down bad for that snake boi.
(and happy christmas you two dears! <3 I hope you do enjoy this and that it lifts your spirits fghsjk and i am so sorry if he is wildly ooc,, I tried my best đ)
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âI know a guy for that.â
"Yeah. I'm kinda... I'm kind of here because you do, actually."
Nyoka Wadjet did not look amused.
You folded your fingers together and regarded the venomous beastman as passively and politely as you were able.
"Look. I know since we've been sticking around in Savanaclaw lately, Grim has been pushing your boundaries here and there. So if you help me, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again like that... for two whole weeks."
Air pushed slowly through his nostrils. He was regarding you more seriously now.
Approaching the very allusive, and admittedly rather frightful, student in order to find somebody who could counterfeit thaumarks was perhaps not the most self-preserving decision you'd made. But it was imperative to a growing idea you had on how to deal with you and your friends' latest Azul troubles.
"Three weeks." You sweetened the deal.
Nyoka's eyes narrowed.
"He landed on my head." was stated factually, like the action's offense spoke for itself.
That had indeed happened. Grim was not a often creature of preserving personal space.
"A month?" You tried.
"A year."
Well that wasn't happening. "Um. I could offer two months, maybe." People really had a tendency to overestimate your level of control over that little (lovable) demon.
It seemed like that was not a favorable compromise. Nyoka's attention dipped from you and moved to the room's center where he had previously been seated.
Your stare followed his towards the shining, porcelain chess set readied and untouched at the low-standing table. Sparking a different tactic.
"Or, maybe you could play me for it?"
His gaze swung lazily back at you. Something about the action, and the hooded way his eyes looked, put little tingles along your arms.
"I promise I actually know how to play." You said, in case he was doubting your authenticity.
Movement caught your attention behind his legs, and a second later, his long tail came swishing side to side. A myriad of scales glittering under the sunroof's light.
A somersault happened inside your stomach, but was ignored in favor of catching Nyoka's next words.
âI like to be on the winning side.â
"Is that you doubting yourself against me?" You pushed.
He tipped his chin up slightly, a sun-flare running over his glasses.
âOne battle doesnât lose a war, prefect.â
The message was clear. Challenge Accepted.
He waved a gloved hand, inviting you to sit, which you obliged.
"Alright." Nyoka told you, easing himself gracefully onto the opposing seat. "If you beat me, I will connect you with my friend. But if I beat you, you will forbid your familiar from invading my presence for the remainder of the year."
Oh dear. He was dead-set on that, wasn't he.
Your eyes met. The colors in his clashed your own.
These were desperate times.
"Deal."
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The first few minutes of the game were done mostly in silence.
While it was true you knew how to play (at least, back in your home world you had) it'd been awhile since you'd done so for real, and there was a necessary amount of concentration needed in the first half while you eased back into things.
Nyoka, naturally, was a hard player from the start.
Though some of the plays and tactics he tried helped along in jogging your memory of the nuances, there was still some clear rust in your play, whereas he was all refined sharpness.
Poising in ponder, then striking fast.
Quick as a cobra.
The game did not take long to be leant in his favor.
And the silence was becoming brutal.
It was very quiet in the room, which made sense as to why Nyoka liked to frequent here. And it wasn't unsettling.
That was not the issue.
The distress came because in its peace, it caused the only sound you could latch onto in the whole room was the slow, deep, even breaths leaving the man's chest.
Slow in, slower out, over and over.
Each breath led your concentration to phase in and out of the game with it.
When you snapped back to, you found you just lost one of your knights. Rather viciously.
"You're really subtle with your attacks." You noted sardonically, mostly just to say anything.
There was a shake to your hands as they moved your king.
Nyoka watched you fidget.
In reply, there was a smooth counter of; "Hmph. Like a drop to the head."
You wetted your lips. Moved a pawn. "Grim's harmless, just very personable."
"He is lucky I didn't bite him." Nyoka murmured.
You were still a little lost to thought when this was said, so your ears failed to detect if its inflection held jest or sarcasm.
"Really? I figured you too elegant to go around handling annoyances with your teeth," Slipped out of your mouth before sense caught up to it.
His eyes slid at you. Pinned you there.
Something in your gut flipped.
"I should bite you, Prefect."
The game, and entire room, might have disappeared, but right then you couldn't have been sure.
He spoke it low, and it rolled out of his throat in a way that sent heat down your back. "But I think I wouldn't get the taste out of my mouth for days."
The heat became infernal.
Your head turned away, cheek meeting the forgiving cold of the sofa, desperate to pretend those words weren't the most charged thing you'd experienced in your time here.
"Calm yourself," He intoned, and maybe it was your racing mind, but you almost thought he had the gall to sound amused. "Any venom I have is reserved for other targets."
Oh, you were anything but calm. But there was a bell ringing in the distance, another later hour revealing itself.
It was getting late, and you still had a chess game at stake.
Nyoka exhaled, a low and long huff that makes you at once certain you won't be able to stand for a long while after this.
It felt like a lot of things were at stake right now.
From infernal to charred, you were a wreck at this point.
Forcing your focus to cooperate, the board came back to life before you and a realization was brought with it.
"Finding it difficult to think?" His words were edged with a sultry hiss.
You steeled. Made your move fast. Trying to keep your face unchanging.
Nyoka fluttered his long fingers atop his pieces, calculating, before finally resting atop his queen. And took your pawn.
A sudden sense of victory quelled all other emotions within you, and with haste you moved your knight into a position that seemed vulnerable.
Taking the bait, Nyoka moved his queen back where it was before.
You struck, using your bishop to fly across the board for the winning move. Exclaiming "Check!" and knocking porcelain against porcelain. Hands springing up, elated. "Hah! I did it! The Lionguard Gambit!"
Nyoka looked up at you fast, then moved aback. Expression one you couldn't define. "The... What."
You remained as you were. Enjoying the simmer of your victory.
Thanking the gods and the Seven for having provided the luck that led you to stumble across that move in a late-night library study one evening.
The snakeman stared at you a long time.
The longer that the seconds ticked by, the less sure of yourself you became. Fearful there had been a miscalculation or premature celebration.
You hadn't done it wrong, had you?
And then, Nyoka said; "...Lionheart Gambit?"
A rush of burning sensation to your ears coaxed your arms into a deflate.
"Oh." That was embarrassing. "Well- you know what I meant! My point is, I won!"
"So you did." He relented, sparing you by moving on from your blunder.
It had felt like your mispronunciation had sort of rattled him, for whatever reason, but that was a mystery for another time.
âI guess some battles can turn a warâs tides, snake eyes.â You said, tone lilting once more coy.
Nyoka lowered himself into the spine of his chair with crossing arms.
You waited. "...Um. So. Nyoka?"
"Don't get fretful, prefect, I withhold my ends of bargains. I'll introduce you to the person you seek tomorrow."
You felt a press of disappoint, but relented that it had gotten late. You hadn't realized when the sun's shine had been replaced with the softer lights of the overhead lanterns.
Rising from the seat, knees mercifully only wobbling a little, you offered him thanks and began to make the - perhaps a little purposefully slowed - trek towards the exit.
"Well. Goodnight, Nyoka."
"Hmm."
"You not going to sleep?"
"In a while."
âAh. Putting in some extra practice for when you get a good chess partner?â You tossed playfully over a shoulder.
âThat is not an issue.â
Nyoka rolled his fingers into a fist and set his chin on it. He did not look back at you, but somehow, the heat in your chest returned all the same.
And beyond noise of the door shutting after you, you caught six words that kept that heat burning low in your chest for the whole night following;
âI know a prefect for that.â
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#(not my own oc!!)#nyoka wadjet#Cozymochi and Oddberry's OC - NYOKA#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland oc#this chess match was written by a non-chess player pLS do not come for me#nyoka x reader#nyoka wadjet x reader#pls don't look too hard into the fic's set-up lore either đ I really just sorta bullsh*tted
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TG: so you admit you were stalling with all that bullshit TT: I said not entirely. TG: what do you mean TT: It's going to be a long ride through all this nothingness. TT: Maybe I just thought some company would be nice. TT: Before it's all over.
...I'm honestly kind of inarticulate, at this point.
This is just a deeply fucked-up situation - but at the same time, it's proving to be one of the most heartwarming scenes in the comic. Bittersweet might be the best way to describe it.
TT: I'll wake you, but only if you promise to rejoin the others. TT: Could you give a message to John for me?
I'm too weepy for theories, at the moment.
âIâm sorry.â is the best and only guess I have.
TG: if im promising not to chase you down then theres not really any hurry to wake up TT: Aw, are you sure? TT: I was looking forward to bowling another wicked googly with the yarn. TT: Sportsways. TG: nah ill stay asleep a while
Dave! <3
Dang it, dude. Youâre getting dangerously close to S-Tier on the strength of this conversation alone.
Something tells me this ainât no ghost.
Well, kids? Are you next?
TG: im stuttering this dude is making me nervous TT: You don't remember him? TG: no
You might not remember him, but one of your altselves died by his hand. It sounds like thereâs some very slight memory bleed between the two Daves â just enough to give him goosebumps here, as some primal part of him remembers what if felt like to be stabbed.
This actually has some fairly wide-reaching implications, if true. For example, if Dave can remember his altselfâs experiences, whatâs stopping the Scratched kids from remembering their previous lives? Even if the memories are only processed as vague âfeelingsâ, it would still be very interesting for Reboot!John and co. to be thrust into a session which is both new, and hauntingly familiar.
We might have seen this phenomenon before, actually.
Typheus!John seemed awfully emotional when he first laid eyes on Dad. I guess he was dimly aware that the man had been kidnapped by imps, but there might have been something else going on, too.
Was it possible that a fragment of his soul was aware that, somewhere far, far, away, a terrible fate had befallen his father?
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I'D RATHER PRETEND
CHAPTER SIX
tags: @angryflowerwitch @avvwritesstufff @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @bueckersg1rl @l0verl4ne @clouded-whispers @dolliest-thena @katemartinlvr @numberonepartyanth3m @glamourdaya @pbbucks @unadulteratedcyclepaper @paiges-1vur thelightknight21 wc: 18.3k notes: masterlist (sorry, nothing funny today, this chapter and last nights game actually destroyed me) but holy word count who cooked here đš i fear the last half of this chap is kinda rushed but writer's block was going crazy and i truthfully only had plans for like THREE (3) specific scenes...if you can't tell, planning, pacing, and the timeline are my biggest opps đž but i'm grown so i do what i want!! also, smut warning! if it's not your thing, it's at the very end and you can skip over it without missing anything super important. i'm not a smut writer, i just work here, but i put pen to paper and it just came out (no pun intended) đ¤ˇââď¸ sorry for making this as long as the chapter itself, but as always, lmk what you think and i hope you enjoy đŤś
âThe Hard Launch Heard Around the Worldâ
For college basketball fans, Christmas has come early this year. On June 21st, Paige Bueckers and Tess Kennedyâs long-awaited hard launch was finally shared to Instagram after a month and a half of speculation, fan theories, and less than subtle interactions online. Kennedy shared a collection of pictures with the caption âhereâs to tess kennedyâs worst kept secret. thank you for coming into my life when you did.â Many of the comments consisted of undecipherable keyboard smashes, such as one commenterâs âTESS AND PAIGE? AJSFKFJKDSJKâ, but overall, Kennedyâs comment section was full of congratulations, support, and praise.
Bueckers, similarly, shared a collection of photos, although her caption was a lyric from Frank Oceanâs âSierra Leone.â If you have been following Kennedyâs journey thus far, you may remember that the first ever soft-launch photo she posted to her story included another lyric from this song. Bueckersâs caption, reading âAnd her pink skies will keep me warm,â is seen as a call-back to that moment, with many fans accepting this as the confirmation that Bueckers and Kennedy have been seeing each other all along.
Their hard-launch precedes their Bose endorsement. The two of them starred in a commercial showcasing Boseâs newest product, where they became known as Mrs. and Mrs. Bose. Some critics noted how specific the timing was, arguing that their hard-launch was just a stunt to further promotion for Boseâs product, although supporters rallied in defense. Commenters noted that Bueckers and Kennedy spent most of their time this offseason in different states â this Bose ad was the first time they were able to be in person together, so they surmised that it was just the optimal time to announce it. Another fan also pointed out that their history speaks for itself.
Regardless of the timing, one thing is for certain â Bueckers and Kennedy are the next âitâ couple. Their influence is beginning to spread outside of the sports world, and many people believe that their openness is going to be pivotal in breaking barriers and promoting acceptance for queer athletes.Â
-Penelope Lancaster, Bleacher Report
JULY 2023
The months after their hard-launch go about as well as anyone could have expected. Once Tess and Paige made it back to Brooklyn and Minnesota respectively, things wereâŚnice. They finished June out strong, in near constant contact and on FaceTime. Tess kept her feelings close to her chest. She knew there was no way Paige was into her in that way. She wasnât the type to be tied down, and Tess had to respect that â even if she was one for commitment, Tess doesnât think that sheâd be her first choice.
All she can think about is their agreement. Paige had so confidently said that she could do casual. She wasnât the one who caught feelings. And as far as Tess is concerned, she isnât sure if her reputation is worth how complicated her life has become. Sheâs not the one to pretend to be someone sheâs not; not the one to pretend to feel a way (or not feel a way about something). Her relationship with Paige used to be something that brought her great comfort, but now she canât help but feel like sheâs ruined something perfectly fine by allowing her feelings to get the best of her. Now, sheâs not telling a story to the public or selling a ruse. Bree was right â she is lying to Paige, and thatâs the worst part of it all. Paige doesnât deserve her dishonesty, nor her inability to keep things strictly business as sheâd once promised.
So, June was okay. They talked, Tess spiraled, but this is her life now. Tess would eventually have to learn to keep her feelings at bay.
Then July hit.
July was like a blessing in disguise, the perfect opportunity for Tess to work on herself and hopefully get rid of her lingering feelings for Paige. She could get over her. Itâs not a big deal. So what if Paige was the first person sheâd ever felt romantically for? Tess is new to all of this â she canât honestly know perfectly what liking someone felt like. The denial wasnât particularly effective, but if Tess keeps speaking it into existence, then it has to come true, right?
July was when summer practices started back up. Paige flew back to Storrs the first week. Tess was supposed to fly back to Columbia, but given her injury and the fact she wouldnât be able to contribute much to practices, Coach Staley gave her the all-clear to stay in Brooklyn and soak up as much PT with Terri as she could. Craig was qualified, although the both of them knew Terri had a different approach to rehab than Craig did.Â
Paige gets busy almost immediately. Sheâs fresh off an injury and her role on the team has shifted due to otherâs injuries, so sheâs swept up into an incredible amount of extra practice, film watching, and learning a different part of the game. Tess getsâŚthe complete opposite of busy. She still does PT three times a week, meets with Yvette, but with Paige gone, all of her free time becomes free again, and she doesn't even know what to do with herself. Fortnite, as stupid as it sounds, makes her think of Paige. Her feelings are still too fresh and the mere thought of the game reminds her of the countless hours she and Paige wasted away on it, laughing, flirting, and celebrating their wins. Itâs not a break-up, but it feels oddly like one. Tess used to be stronger than this. That was the worst part.
With Paigeâs time being occupied by things out of her control, Tess uses it to her advantage. She tries to get over her, spaces out her responses when Paige does get the time to speak. With her knee in better shape, she tries out yoga. Tess canât quite master the idea of clearing her mind. Paigeâs name echoes like a mantra in her brain, the image of her blue eyes blinding. No matter how hard she tries, all Tess can think about is the pressure of Paigeâs lips on hers, the way sheâd guided her jaw just how she liked, the weight of her hand on her and the way she was able to feel exactly how she made Tessâs heart race.
Sheâs so fucked.
It hurts, Tess has to admit. Covering up lies with even more lies. Sheâs not completely sure what happened to turn her into someone who couldnât tell the truth. It hurts even more to know that sheâs not just hurting herself, but sheâs hurting Paige, too, whoâs not even at fault for any of this.
Hey I got a couple hours free tonight Facetime? I miss you
[Delivered: 4:32pm]
Are you okay?
[Read: 7:53pm]
sorry, busy tn idk if i can
Itâs cool Do you know when youâll be free?
idk got a lot going on
Okay Call me when you can
[Delivered: 7:54pm]
Tess feels like sheâs going to throw up.
AUGUST 2023
Paige doesnât give up, but Tess can tell sheâs losing patience and hope.
She gets a two week break after the end of summer practices, then she and her teammates are heading overseas for their Europe tour. Theyâre playing a couple of exhibition games. Back in June, Paige had been so excited to send her pictures and tell her all about it, but theyâre a day into their trip and she hasnât heard a word from Paige. Itâs for the best. Paige needs to lock in for her games. She canât get caught up in Tess again.
Tess ends up tuning in for one game. She canât help herself, even though she ends up turning it off after halftime. Thereâs a noticeable difference in the way Paige is playing. Tess knows itâs because of her. Sheâs a little more sluggish, sloppy in her passes, missing a lot more than she usually did. Bueckers, first exhibition game since her ACL injury, the commentator noted. Sheâs not quite warm yet, but we all know sheâll be on fire once the season starts. Tess knows better than that. Itâs her fault.
Still, Paige tries.
You busy?
[Delivered, 5:43pm]
Zagreb is beautiful [3 Attachments] Text me when you can
[Delivered: 6:38pm]
[Read: 9:01pm]
sorry. just got free
Itâs okay FT? Canât sleep
i canât, have to be up early tomorrow you should get some rest. itâs late
I donât care I miss you I feel like we never talk anymore Did I do something? Whatever it is Iâll fix it I promise
you didnât do anything just got a lot going on
Me too
[Read: 9:03pm]
Okay cool đ Let me know when youâre not too busy for me Goodnight Tess
[Read: 9:04pm]
SEPTEMBER 2023
July and August were busts â no matter what she did, she wasnât able to keep her mind off of Paige. Distancing herself wasnât very effective, but she shouldnât expect results after two months, right? Maybe she just needed a little more time.
Paige texts her once in September.
I just wanted to say Iâm sorry for whatever I did. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or if there was something I said that hurt you. I meant it when I said you didnât have to be scared with me. I still mean it. If thereâs anything at all I can do or say to make you believe that, please let me know. I donât like arguing or how we left things and I hate feeling like Iâm not fighting hard enough for you. I shouldnât expect you to drop everything to talk to me. Youâre busy and you have a lot going on. Saying what I said was unfair. Iâm sorry. But I miss you. Please let me know how I can fix us. I donât care what it takes. Iâll fly out if I have to, just please donât shut me out
[Delivered: 2:48am]
OCTOBER 2023
Paige gives up in October. It brings Tess more anguish than she was accounting for.
On the 20th, Tess texts her happy birthday. Paige doesnât bother reading it. Paige doesnât post anything for her birthday, either.
Tess wonders if she fucked them up for good.
Maybe itâs better this way.
NOVEMBER 2023
Ghosting Paige wasnât the right decision at all.
A little obvious in hindsight, but at least Tess can say she tried. Five months apart didnât magically fix Tessâs problem. It made it worse. She still feels the same for Paige, if not stronger, but affection becomes a difficult pill to swallow when itâs poisoned with guilt and shame. After her injury, she should have learned that pushing people away does more harm than good. Paige didnât deserve that, but maybe this is who Tess Kennedy is â someone whoâs blind to whatâs in front of her, someone who leaves when it gets hard, someone who avoids her problems entirely, someone who treats the people she loves like disposable objects. Maybe it was better for Paige to find that out early on before their contract expired and Paige wanted to continue being her friend.
On the 17th, Tessâs birthday, she gets a lifeline.
Happy birthday
Paigeâs text is like a knife to the gut. Tess twists the blade herself when she notes the lack of excitement, the lack of emojis. Her message is bland, more like an afterthought, and Tess canât even be mad â she deserves it. She debates leaving it on delivered, much like Paige had left her message on delivered, if only to spare her from this constant back and forth cycle of will-they wonât-they. But her fingers move faster than her brain does.
thank you
[Delivered: 11:11am]
[Read: 11:11am]
And much to her surprise, Paige responds.
My mom wants to know if youâre still coming for Thanksgiving She bought you an ugly sweater to wear for family photos
Thereâs a lot of things Tess can say to that. Family photos is enough to make her chest tighten, her stomach roil with anxiety, her throat constrict. It takes everything in her to not break out into sobs, but she bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as she types out her message.
you want me there after these last five months?
Tess doesnât think that was the right thing to say. Paige types for a long while.
I want whatâs best for the story My parents think weâre together We need to keep up appearances
Tess would have preferred it if Paige just left her on read. Delivered. She would have understood if Paige just blocked her all together. She would have preferred if Paige had texted her at any other day, because itâs her birthday, damn it; sheâs turning 22 and sheâs sitting in her bed crying because this is all she and Paige are, anymore â a story, an appearance to keep up for the sake of their images. But itâs her fault, isnât it?
iâll be there
Okay đ
Tess thinks thatâs the end of their conversation until she gets an email. Itâs an airline ticket, a roundtrip â sheâd be flying out the 22nd and leaving Minnesota early on the 25th. Theyâre first class. Tess feels like she could throw up again.
you didnât have to buy my tickets
I promised I would I donât like breaking my promises
Tess has no retort for that. She sends Paige a half-hearted thank you, not expecting a response, and powers off her phone.
NOVEMBER 22, 2023
Tess spends the entire plane ride nauseous as hell. She dreads her reunion with Paige, knowing that seeing each other will only hurt them more. Sheâs not even sure if fixing them is possible, but she knows sheâll have to give it a shot. She gets four days with Paige. That should be enough to smooth things over. A part of her knows Paige wonât bend as easily as Kamilla, Bree, and her parents did. Paige was so understanding, but she didnât take any of Tessâs bullshit. Tess might be making amends until Christmas, if they last that long.
She finishes off the rest of the ginger ale sheâd asked the flight attendant for. It does little to soothe the nausea. Guilt usually isnât something that can be cured with a drink, alcoholic or otherwise. Guilt is one of the things you canât run away from, even for someone as good at running away as Tess is.
The seatbelt light flicks on as the plane begins its descent onto the Minnesotan soil. Tessâs anxiety returns tenfold. It feels as though time is moving slowly. The plane lands. It idles for a moment, then everyone is standing and reaching for their carry-on. Tess has hers in hand and is walking down the aisle as soon as they click open. It doesnât take her long to locate her suitcase at baggage claim. Then, sheâs back in the crowd, eyes scanning the airport for any sign of Paige. There wasnât a message on her phone, but she was holding out a little bit of hope.
Instead of Paige, she spots a tall man holding a sign with her name written on it. Tessâs heart all but falls out of her ass as she walks towards him. The realization that Paige didnât come to pick her up shouldnât hurt her as much as it does. She should have expected as much. But seeing it brings on a fresh wave of pain that she just wasnât ready for. The man recognizes her, lowering the sign with a beaming smile, and he reaches out for a hearty handshake. âHey Tess! Iâm Bob, Paigeâs dad. Itâs so good to finally meet you.â
Tess shakes his hand, smiling at him, and hoping that itâs convincing enough. âLikewise, Mr. Bueckers,â she says. Her voice doesnât falter, but she can tell sheâs about to crash out. She takes a deep breath as Paigeâs dad waves his hand.
âBob is fine,â he corrects her. âCâmon â my truckâs this way. Paige went out to pick up some last minute things for you. She should be back at the house by the time we get there.â
Tess hides her grimace. Sheâs not fully confident that Paige actually did that, but sheâs not going to voice that thought to her dad. The simplest truth of the matter is that Paige just didnât want to pick her up. Tess canât blame her.
Once theyâre loaded up, Bob makes small talk that Tess tries her best to contribute to. He doesnât seem to think anythingâs wrong, so Tess surmises she must be doing a pretty good job. As he speaks, her mind keeps drifting back to Paige, feeling a guilt and shame so strong that sheâs unsure if sheâll be able to feel anything remotely positive ever again. How do you hurt Paige Bueckers? Her heart is made of solid gold, but perhaps the issue is her heart is a few sizes too big for her body. Her heart is bigger than Tess herself; Paige gave her everything, no strings attached, and Tess crushed it into small pieces and stomped it out.
That thought alone makes her nauseous all over again. She was so worried that Paige would hurt her, not the other way around. Life has a funny way of biting you in the ass. Tess wonders how socially acceptable it would be to jump out of your fake girlfriendâs dadâs moving vehicle and leave yourself for roadkill. She determines that itâs probably not very acceptable, so she tries her best to get her shit together while she still can.
The Bueckersâ live in a quaint little townhouse, two-storied and a light beige in color. Bob pulls into the driveway next to two SUV Jeeps â one black and one red. He grins at her, nudging her shoulder. âPaigeâs home. You excited?â
Tess almost laughs in disbelief. âYeah,â she lies. âHavenât seen her in a while.â
âWell, letâs not keep her waiting.â
Tess will admit she sounds like a broken record, but she genuinely thinks sheâs about to throw up all over the Bueckersâ driveway. She adjusts her backpack over her shoulder and pulls her suitcase out of Bobâs truck bed, glances at the door, and takes a deep breath as she follows the older man inside.
Inside, itâs warm and cozy. Tess can distinctly make out the smell of cinnamon and nutmeg. Bob calls out for his wife, who calls back with a cheerful, âIn the kitchen!â Paigeâs step mom is a tall woman, wearing a festive pair of leggings and an apron over her shirt. She slides off her oven mitts, having just pulled out a pie.
âThis is Tess,â Bob states. âTess, this is my wife, Moe.â
In lieu of a handshake, Moe pulls her in for a gentle hug. âSo nice to finally meet you,â she says genuinely. âPaige talks about you all the time.â
Tessâs heart falls out of her ass and she chuckles worriedly, giving the older woman a squeeze. âGood things, I hope.â
âNothing but,â Moe confirms. âItâs like yâall been together forever. Tess this, Tess that. Itâs kind of sickening.â
At Moeâs brutal honesty, Tess laughs, the first genuine one in almost five months. It wasnât even that funny, but Tess is so far off the deep end that anything helps. âMy mom would say the same about me,â she says.
Moe lights up with laughter of her own, grinning widely at Tess. âAlright, Iâm sure youâre tired from your trip here. Paige is upstairs. She can help you get settled in. We donât have a guest room, so youâll have to bunk with her. No funny business, okay?â
Tess smiles to hide the way her heart stops. Sheâs shared a room with Paige before. Granted, they had two separate beds, but the room sharing is not an issue. The issue is in how Paige will probably suffocate her with a pillow once night falls. âNo funny business,â she agrees, and with one last smile, Moe directs her to the stairs and informs her that Paigeâs room is the first on the left.
Tess takes a deep breath before she heads upstairs. Sheâs been through worse. She tore her ACL, underwent surgery, and crashed out so bad she almost killed herself. She doesnât bother reminding herself sheâs been crashing out for the past five months and sheâs in no better shape, but thatâs not the point. She can handle Paige. She can say sheâs sorry. She knocks on Paigeâs door and she hears some shuffling inside before the door opens, and after five months, she comes face to face with Paige once more.
The shift in Paigeâs demeanor is noticeably different. Her jaw is tight, her blue eyes unusually dull. Even her body language is far more reserved. She leans against the doorframe, one hand on the doorknob, and her mouth pulls into a natural frown. âHey,â she says, surprising Tess. Her words lack any bite, but it hurts because her words lack much of anything. If the both of them were five months younger, Tess is sure that Paige would have pulled her into a hug by now, probably whispered an excited, âHey, ma,â or pressed an affectionate, âMissed you,â into her shoulder.
But theyâre five months too late, and all Tess can do is wince as she responds with a quiet, âHi.â
Paige glances at her, her eyes dismissive and disappointed. She sighs, taking a step back and allowing Tess inside. âYou can just leave your stuff over there,â she says, pointing next to her desk where a space has been cleared. Tess does as she instructs, depositing her suitcase and throwing her backpack haphazardly on top. Wordlessly, Paige crawls back into bed, sitting so close to the edge that thereâs more bed than girl, which is usually a difficult task for a six foot athlete.
âIs this what weâre doing?â Tess asks softly, her fingers shaking, and she knows she has no business asking Paige that when she was the one who fucked them up.
Paige scoffs, looking up at her again. Her gaze hardens, her lip curling into an unfamiliar scowl. âYou had five months to figure that out,â she says harshly. âDonât ask me shit now.â
Tess laughs weakly, shoving her hands in her pockets. âOkay,â she concedes.
âSomething funny?â Paige asks.
Tess averts her eyes. â...No,â she says after a beat. Paige hums, an annoyed noise deep in the back of her throat.
Tess isnât sure what to do. Sheâs standing in the middle of Paigeâs childhood bedroom, feeling like every bit the fool she undoubtedly looks like. She canât sit next to Paige, not when she can feel the anger radiating off her in quiet waves. She canât go back downstairs with Drew and Paigeâs parents. Theyâd ask why they werenât together, and Tess isnât sure how much more lying she can take. Paige glances back up from her phone, scanning Tessâs features, and she stands with a huff. âYou take the bed,â she says. âIâm gonna get stuff to sleep on the floor.â
âYou donâtââ
âStop,â Paige says instantly, her voice breaking. Tess shuts her mouth, staring at Paige, and she looks agonized. Her eyes are glassy, face pinched, and Tess feels like a jackass all over again. âJustâŚstop, okay? Stop arguing. Iâm gonna get a blanket and the air mattress and Iâm gonna sleep on the fuckinâ floor âcause I canât share a bed with you tonight and pretend like everythingâs okay. Itâll probably be another five months before I get an apology from you, but thatâs okay, right?â She laughs humorlessly, turning on her heel, walking backwards to the door. âSâokay. I guess I was stupid to think anything else. I was right. Tess Kennedyâs too fuckinâ afraid to get close, and when sheâs scared, she goes back to what sheâs used to. And apparently thatâs beinâ an asshole to everyone around her. You donât get to do that shit with me. Not today.â
Paige slams the door behind her, and all Tess can do is stare at where she stood in disbelief.
Dinner that night is a torrid affair.
Bob and Moe seem to sense that somethingâs off with Tess and Paige. Out of politeness, they donât mention anything, but Drew seems none the wiser to the tension at the table. He rambles excitedly about Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow and how excited he is for Christmas. Tess tries to listen to him, she truly does, but she canât focus on anything but the argument that she and Paige had. Honestly, a better descriptor is just Paige yelling at her and Tess taking it, but thatâs neither here nor there.
Tess barely has an appetite, but she shovels her food in her mouth anyways, not wanting to be rude. Paige hasnât said a single word to her since Moe came upstairs to fetch them for dinner. Even then, Paige hadnât so much as looked at her. The worst part about it is that Tess understands why. Paige is genuinely a better person than she is. If someone treated her like Tess treated her, Tess would have made it everyone elseâs problem immediately. If they thought her post-injury crash out was bad, then theyâd be unprepared for the post-ghost crash out.
Bob distracts her from her racing thoughts as he clears her throat. âSo, TessâŚâ She looks up, resembling a deer caught in headlights. âHowâs physical therapy going? I saw you rehabbed with a WNBA team. Thatâs really exciting!â
âOh,â she says, pushing around a piece of chicken on her plate. âUm, it was really good. Felt like I progressed a lot with Terri. I work with the team trainer now since Iâm back in Columbia. He gets the job done, but I do miss the Liberty, you know?â She chuckles softy, willing her nerves to dissipate.
âI bet,â Bob agrees. âWhen do you get to play again?â
âI should be cleared by March,â she says hopefully. âJust in time for the last March Madness games. Provided we get invited or win the SEC championship. LSU is really strong, soâŚgotta take it game by game.â
âSmart,â Moe states. âNever count your eggs before they hatch, right?â
Tess nods. The table falls into a tense silence, only the sound of forks scraping against plates filling the room. Paige suddenly huffs. She stands up with her plate, her chair making an awful noise against the floor as she pushes it back under the table. âI needa take a shower,â she says, not waiting for a response. She walks into the kitchen to clear off her plate, walking back through the dining room with a frustrated expression on her face as she rushes upstairs.
Bob and Moe share a concerned glance. Itâs Drew who breaks the silence when he asks, âWhat crawled up her butt and died?â Moe is quick to reprimand him, although it seems like her heartâs not really in it.
Tess clears her throat and stands, too. âUm, dinner was delicious, Moe, thank you. I should uhâŚprobably go check on her.â Moe thanks her quietly. Tess washes her plate quickly, placing it in the strainer to dry off, and she heads upstairs after Paige.
Paigeâs door is wide open and Tess walks in cautiously. The blonde rifles through her drawers, pulling a pair of shorts and a tank top out. Sheâs still pissed. Never in the seven months that Tess has known her has she ever seen Paige be this angry. When Paige turns, seeing Tess behind her, she clenches her jaw and walks out wordlessly. Tess feels her heart drop as she listens to the bathroom door close.
Her chest tightens. She feels like she could cry even though it would do nothing for her. Paige is the only one with the right to be upset. Instead, Tess takes a deep breath, burying her face in her hands for a few, calming moments before she moves to her suitcase and pulls out sleepwear. She scrolls on her phone while she waits for Paige to get out of the shower, and when she finally does, Tess averts her eyes as she stands. Paige doesnât say anything to her as Tess makes her way into the bathroom.
The water is scalding hot. It makes Tess feel a little more centered, but it does little to wash away the grief and the shame. She tries not to think about it as she cleans herself quickly. She dries off, redresses herself, and when she walks back into Paigeâs room, sheâs already curled up on the air mattress and is scrolling through her phone. Tess glances at her, frowning, and shoves her dirty laundry into a separate compartment in her suitcase before sliding into Paigeâs bed.
Her pillow smells like her. Tess wouldnât expect anything else, but it makes her feel closer to Paige despite the literal and metaphorical distance between them. Her purple comforter is soft. When Tess looks around, she notes the various posters of NBA greats â Kyrie, Lebron. Diana Taurasi and Sue Bird are also there. Basketball is Paigeâs life, her entire reason for breathing. When they lost to South Carolina in the NCAA tournament, Paige was distraught, obviously. But that anger and sadness only pales to what Tess observes in her now as she tries to pretend she canât hear the way Tess breathes next to her.
Tess takes a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling. âPaige,â she says into the darkness of the room.
Paige doesnât respond. For a brief moment, Tess wonders if she fell asleep, but she knows better. Paige is breathing too fast to be asleep, coming in uneven bursts. Then, Tess thinks sheâs just ignoring her. Then, Paige surprises her. âWhat do you want, Tess?â she asks, her voice breaking.
âIâm sorry,â Tess says without hesitation.
She hears Paige laugh, but thereâs no enjoyment in it. âAre you?â
âI am,â she says. Theyâre both quiet for a moment. She hears Paige sniffle and her heart breaks all over again. âI mean it. Iâm sorry, Paige, Iâm so fucking sorry. I shouldnât have treated you like that. I shouldnât have pushed you away when all youâve done was care for me. Iâm sorry for making you apologize when youâve done nothing wrong. This is all on me and I could sit here and apologize for the rest of my life and it would never be enough.â
Paige shifts on the air mattress. Tess cocks her head, glancing down, and Paige is already staring at her. The moonlight streaming through her windows reflects off of her. Tess could paint her face by memory. She knows exactly what she looks like, where every single freckle or blemish or crease exists. She knows the exact shade of her eyes, the degree at which her nose upturns slightly, the way her nostrils flare when sheâs annoyed. Tess could describe Paige Bueckers in such great detail that a blind person could recreate her visage. Until now, Tess has never seen Paige this way. Her lips are pulled in a constant frown, her jaw tight, her eyes a few shades grayer. Tess never wants to see Paige look this desolate, let alone because of her.
âSorry doesnât fix anything,â Paige says after a few agonizing moments. Tess deflates. âSorry doesnât fix the five months I spent losinâ my mind, wondering what I did wrong.â She studies Tessâs face once more, her lips pursing and her gaze hardening. Paige pulls her blanket up to her chin, flipping on her opposite side, putting her back to Tess.
âHow do I fix us?â Tess asks, her voice nearly a broken whisper.
Paige lies unmoving on the air mattress. Tess should know better than to expect a response. But when Paige admits, âI donât know,â Tess thinks she would have preferred the silence.
NOVEMBER 23, 2023
Thanksgiving is a terrible holiday.
Conceptually and historically, it leaves a lot to be desired, though she can understand how many American families would enjoy getting together in one place, eating a huge dinner, and watching sports. Itâs supposed to be a day where everyone can come together and rejoice, tell each other what theyâre thankful for and all that sappy shit, but Tess never bought into it. Many of her teammates would complain about going home for Thanksgiving and having to listen to an uncle or two rant about women or politics or whatever the fuck â it always ruined the mood. Tess never thought that those uncomfortable Thanksgivings would be something she had to be subjected to.
When she wakes up in the morning, Paige isnât in her room. When she goes to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and do her morning routine, Paige isnât there, either. And when Tess walks downstairs into a flurry of early morning chaos â Moe and Bob rushing around the kitchen and preparing dinner, Drew tidying up the living room â Paige isnât there either.
âMorning, Tess!â Bob greets happily, grinning at her from where heâs cheffing up the turkey. She returns his greeting, though itâs a little half-hearted. âPaige went for a run. She should be back soon.â
âYou guys need a hand?â she asks instead, wanting to be useful. Moe and Bob have welcomed her into their home. The last thing she wants to do is be an ungrateful guest, especially when their daughter hates her guts. Tess is going to make an honest effort to get back into Paigeâs good graces. Even if she never forgives her, sheâs going to make it up to her. That much she could promise.
âIf you could help Drew clean the living room, thatâd be great,â Moe says. âThereâs too many people in the kitchen right now.â She shoots Bob a knowing glance and he laughs, raising his hands defensively.
Tess smirks wryly and makes her way into the living room where Drew is dutifully dusting off the coffee table. He wastes no time before he puts her to work, directing her to the vacuum cleaner (Tess just gets the impression he didnât want to vacuum), and together, they get the living room all cleaned up for the guests. They tackle the dining room next. Drew and Tess return to the living room once they finish, sitting on the count and awaiting Moeâs next instructions. Soon, Paige returns from her run â Tess knows she no longer has the right, but she canât help but look at Paige as she walks in. Sheâs dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top. Itâs unfair how pretty she is, shiny with sweat and flushed. Tess has to avert her eyes. Paige only greets her parents before rushing upstairs. Tess hears the shower click on.
âWhatâs wrong with you and Paigey?â Drew whispers to her.
Tess glances at him, a somber smile on her face. âI messed up and hurt her feelings,â she tells him honestly. âSheâs pretty upset with me.â
Drew looks at her curiously. âWhyâd you do that?â
His blunt question makes Tess chuckle. Thatâs a question sheâs been asking herself, too. âI like her a lot,â she admits, the first time sheâs ever said those words out loud. It feels like a weight is lifted off her shoulders, though sheâs still crushed under everything else. âI like her a lot and it makes me do stupid stuff.â
âMom says you should never hurt the people you love,â Drew says smartly.
âSheâs right.â
âDid you say sorry? And did you bring her a cookie? Cookies always help.â
âDo they?â
Drew nods, humming as he turns on the TV. He scrolls through the channels until he settles on some cartoon Tess has never heard of. âPaigey likes cookies,â he states. âChocolate chip ones. Theyâre her favorites. She always says you canât be sad when youâre eating a cookie.â
At that, Tess canât help but laugh. âThat does sound like something sheâd say,â she concedes. The taps on the armrest of the couch mindlessly, thinking. She turns to Drew. âDo you think your mom would let us bake her some? Right now?â
Drew turns off the TV without another word, standing as he calls, âMom!â Tess stands to follow him, sighing. She did not expect him to move so fast. The kitchen is much cleaner than it was earlier â Bob went outside to put the turkey on the smoker and Moe remained, preparing the roux for the mac and cheese. Moe hums as Drew walks in. âCan me and Tess bake some cookies right now?â Moe looks as though sheâs about to protest, but Drew beats her to the chase. âFor Paigey. Sheâs sad.â
Moe softens, looking over at Tess, who flushes under her stare. She hopes her face looks as apologetic as she feels. Moe sighs. âYes, make it quick. Iâll need the oven soon.â
Drew pumps his fist in the air as he rifles through the cabinets, looking for the ingredients. Tess lets him take the lead on most of that as she leans against the counter. She feels Moeâs eyes on her again, and she turns her head, meeting her gaze. âEverything okay?â Moe asks knowingly, her voice quiet.
Tess smiles sadly. âI hope they will be,â she says. Moe raises a brow, clearly expecting more, and Tess swallows. âSheâs not happy with me. I hurt her, and honestly, Iâd be pissed at me, too.â She picks a loose thread on her shirt. âIâm gonna make it up to her. I justâŚâ Tess sighs. âSheâs my firstâŚgirlfriend. My first anything, really â I donât know what Iâm doing. But she makes me want to try and thatâs scary. Iâve never felt this way for anyone before.â
Moe is silent for a moment, thinking about her next words. âYouâre beating yourself up pretty bad,â she notes. Tess almost laughs because she truly has no idea. âIâm not gonna lecture you. But, you know, Paige is my kid. No matter how old she is. She has so much love to give. Donât take advantage of that. One day, sheâs not going to wait around.â
Tess nods. âI know,â she says. She opens her mouth, trying to find more to say, but her words fail her. Moe gives her another knowing look, her lips curling into a smile. Drew returns with flour, sugar, and all of the other supplies and he and Tess immediately get to work. Heâs a little messy with the flour and definitely steals most of the chocolate chips, but heâs a joy to spend time with. Drew reminds Tess so much of Paige â that thought alone makes her queasy again. She has to tell herself that theyâll be okay. Delusion and manifestation are a thin line, right? Paige isnât the kind of girl to hold onto grudges, even if she should.
Once the cookies are out of the oven, Drew helps her select the best looking ones to take to Paige. He salutes her like sheâs going off to war and Tess canât help but laugh at him, feeling strangely like she is about to walk across a field of landmines. She takes a deep, stabilizing breath before she walks up the stairs, plate of cookies in hand. She knocks on Paigeâs door and opens it as soon as she hears Paige call out, âCome in!â
Paige is reclining on her bed, phone in hand and freshly showered. She looks up as Tess walks in with a meek smile, holding out the plate. âAre thoseâŚ?â
Tess exhales deeply, taking Paigeâs curiosity as a sign to move closer. âYeah. Me and Drew made them. He said you canât be sad when youâre eating a cookie.â Thatâs enough to make Paige crack the slightest of smiles. Tess gives her the plate, explaining, âTheyâre fresh out, soââ but Paige is already reaching for the one on top, dropping it with a yelp of pain. They stare at each other as Paige sucks on her finger before they break out into laughter. Itâs slightly awkward, but itâs relieving, and the situation isnât funny at all but everything has sucked for five months so itâs all just stupid. âSorry. I promise Iâm not trying to kill you.â
Paige chuckles again, resting the plate on her lap and letting the cookies cool off. She shuts off her phone, glancing back up at Tess. Her expression is guarded, like she still doesnât fully trust Tess, but thereâs a new openness to her.
âCan weââ
âDo youââ
They both speak at the same time and Tess laughs as Paige scratches the back of her neck. âCome sit?â Paige requests softly. Tess studies her features, the earnestness in her eyes, and she nods shyly as she rounds the bed to sit on Paigeâs left side. She makes sure to leave a bit of space in between them, unsure of where their boundaries lay after all this time. âYou first?â
Tess nods again, taking in a deep, shuddering breath. âI know you said sorry doesnât fix anything, but I want to try, if youâll hear me out?â Paige stares at her for a long while before tilting her head, giving her the all-clear. Paige reaches for a cookie again, checking the heat, before lifting it to her mouth and humming at the flavor. âI was spiraling again,â Tess says slowly, once sheâs found the words. âOverthinking every single thing. I was confused. There was so much going on in my head and it was awful because thereâs nothing anyone can do about it. I know the solution to it â itâs too risky, and I canât lose everything I have. Not again. I shouldnât have shut you out, but isolating myself is the only way I know how to deal with my shit. I thought I was protecting myself, protecting you, but I only made it worse.â
Paige doesnât say anything, still chewing, and Tess keeps rambling. âIâm so sorry. Sorry doesnât even begin to cover it. I hurt you and I keep hurting you and I donât â I donât know why or how but I just do and you donât deserve that, Paige. I donât think Iâll ever forgive myself for this, but if you never forgive me, I wouldnât even be able to be mad about it.â Tess laughs humorlessly. âWhatever it takes, Iâll make it up to you, that much I can promise. JustâŚplease, give me another chance?â
Paige gazes at her, her eyes wide and seeking. Tess has to fight every instinct to turn away, to break eye contact, but she needs Paige to know that sheâs serious. Finally, Paige relents, a sort of somber half-smile quirking on her lips. âIâon like being mad at you,â she admits. âArguing. Ignoring you. ButâŚI just â we agreed to communicate. You promised me that you wouldnât do this by yourself. Iâm upset you broke that promise and our agreement, but I understand why you did it. Just wish you hadnât âcause we coulda fixed whatever it was. Easily. I woulda made time for you; shit, I did make time for you, and you threw it back in my face. That shit hurt.â
âI know,â Tess whispers. âI would feel the same way, too. You have every right to be upset with me. Iâd be mad if you werenât mad at me.â
That makes Paige laugh. Itâs full, from the belly, and all of the tension in the room disappears. Paige is quiet for a moment before she speaks again. âIâon know about forgiveness right now,â she says honestly. âWe gotta work towards that. But I donât wanna be mad anymore.â
âThatâs good enough for me,â Tess says softly. Paige smiles at her, her knuckles brushing her hand, the touch electrifying. The relief is nearly overwhelming. Things arenât back to normal, but theyâre as close to normal as theyâve been in five months, and thatâs all Tess can really ask for. She then remembers where they are and exhales deeply. âI, uh, I think Moe might need a hand in the kitchen.â
Paige refocuses. She clears her throat. âYeah. Okay.â They both stand, Paige holding onto the plate of cookies, but before they can leave the room, Tess stops her with a hand to her wrist.
âThank you,â she says quietly, her throat bobbing. âFor hearing me out.â
Paigeâs smile grows, turning into something tender despite the reservation in her eyes. âOf course.â Then, Tess can almost feel the shift in the air as Paigeâs eyes flash with mischievousness. âJust donât do that shit again or you can go spend Thanksgiving with the Ionescus.â
âPaige Madison!â
After their much needed conversation, the energy in the house almost immediately changes. Tess feels like her breathing comes a little easier since she doesnât have to walk on eggshells around Paige. When they made it back downstairs, Moe instantly put them to work in the kitchen. Both Moe and Paige pretended to not see Drew and Tessâs excited handshake to celebrate the fact that the cookies worked. Tess and Paige sat side by side as they peeled the potatoes for the mashed potatoes, quietly catching up on all of the things theyâd missed over the last five months. Tess thought that revisiting those memories would hurt a little more, but being honest with Paige helped a lot. Theyâre working on moving past this, and while Tess does have much to atone for, she fully intends to put in the work to earn back Paigeâs trust.
As soon as the potatoes are peeled and ready, thereâs a knock at the front door. Moe leaves to get it and returns with a family of four in tow. Tess doesnât recognize them, but when Paige goes in to hug each of them, she assumes it must be her momâs side.
âTess, this is my mom, Amy, and my step-dad Brian,â Paige states, some lingering fondness in her tone. Tess grins as she shakes their hands, greeting them. âAnd these idiots are Lauren and Ryan.â Immediately, Lauren and Ryan start talking over each other as they drag Paige, but the taller blonde struggles to hide her amusement as they squabble. âGuys, this is Tess.â
âYour girlfriend,â Ryan drawls, cooing dramatically. Lauren snickers.
Paige, to her credit, doesnât react much, but a light flush settles on her cheeks as she smiles at them. âYes, my girlfriend,â she says. âWhereâs yours?â
Lauren hisses, murmuring ouch under her breath, while Ryan rolls his eyes and Tess giggles. âNot fair. You guys U-Hauled.â
âI actually specifically told her Iâd do anything but U-Haul,â Tess cuts in. Paige scoffs, but grins. âItâs nice to meet you both.âÂ
Moe then kicks the four of them out of her kitchen and Paige drags them into the living room where Drew is watching TV. Everyone disperses, settling in on the couch or the futon. Tess hardly has the time to make a decision before Paige takes a seat in an armchair, pulling Tess haphazardly into her lap. Her siblings donât pay any attention to them as they argue over the remote, trying to set up the Playstation. Tess glances at Paige with an amused look, though also slightly confused. Sheâd thought she would have needed to grovel a little more before Paige would want to be close to her, but sheâs not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
âProblem?â Paige asks nonchalantly, adjusting Tess so she sits a little more comfortably.
âNope,â she says. She ignores the slight crack in her voice, but Paige doesnât have the same plan to. Paige grins smugly and Tess rolls her eyes. âYouâre insufferable.â Paige merely pinches her hip in response. Once Paigeâs siblings have the Playstation set up, the five of them take turns split-screening Fortnite, integrating Tess almost seamlessly into their dynamic. While two play, the other three chat and play cards. Paige declared early on that Monopoly was firmly off the table, not wanting to sit through Lauren and Ryanâs inevitable argument when one or the other went bankrupt.
Tess settles in easily with Paige and her siblings. She finds herself smiling more than she thought she would, pressed against Paigeâs body, and maybe sheâll admit that Thanksgiving isnât so bad when you have good company. She feels lighter than she has in five months and she couldnât think of any way today could get any better.
Paigeâs hand rests low on Tessâs waist, splaying across her stomach as she pulls her in closer, chin hooked over her shoulder and grinning at the sight of all of her siblings together. Tentatively, Tess rests her hand over Paigeâs, relaxing when Paige gives her a gentle squeeze. âYou happy?â Tess asks softly, tilting her head so Paige can hear her. She can feel the smile that Paige presses into her neck.
Paigeâs voice is muffled against her skin, but she shivers at the way it reverberates through her entire body. âYeah. I am,â she admits, her tone full of affection. Her grip tightens on Tess ever so slightly. âI missed you.â
Tessâs throat bobs with emotion, feeling her chest tighten. âI missed you, too,â she says honestly. And when Paigeâs lips brush against her skin, almost imperceptibly, Tess gets the feeling that theyâre a lot closer to being okay than sheâd thought.
Thanksgiving dinner that night goes a lot better than the night before. The chatter is lively, food is passed around, and they all link hands in prayer before digging in. Everything is delicious. Tess would have gone for seconds if she wasnât trying to save space for pie. Even after their plates are cleared and Tess has to unbutton her jeans just so she can sit comfortably, the nine of them remain at the table, sharing stories and jokes. Paigeâs hand finds her knee under the table, almost unconsciously, and Tessâs subsequent smile is real. She should be alarmed by how well she assimilates into Paigeâs family, by how well she plays the part of girlfriend. She should be alarmed by the fact sheâs not pretending at all, that this is just the soft, simpering idiot that Paige turns her into with the simplest of smiles.
When everything is said and done that night, Tess is crawling back into Paigeâs bed, the smell of her shampoo and perfume still fresh on the sheets. The air mattress has been lying untouched since the night before. Tess is struck with the realization that she doesn't want Paige sleeping on the floor tonight, but she canât think too much about that because Paige is walking back into her room, her hair damp over her shoulder as she squeezes the excess water out with a towel. They share a soft smile. Tess still thinks that Paige is the prettiest woman sheâs ever laid eyes on.
âSo,â Tess begins hesitantly, folding her hands over her stomach as she reclines back on the bed. Paige hums, urging her to continue, running her brush through her hair. âI heard through the grapevine that thereâs a Thanksgiving tradition where you tell your friends and family what youâre thankful for.â
âYeah?â Paige asks, an inquisitive noise building in the back of her throat.
âMhm,â Tess responds, glancing at Paige, who meets her eyes through the mirror on the wall. Her lips quirk up into a smile. âAm I allowed to say Iâm thankful for you?â
âDepends,â Paige teases. She leaves her hairbrush on her dresser and takes a seat at the foot of her bed, pulling on a pair of socks to ward off the late-November Minnesotan chill. âDo you mean it?â
âI do,â Tess says, completely honest. Paigeâs eyes scan her features for any hint of a falsehood. Finding nothing but earnestness, her smile grows, an almost bashful flush settling on her cheeks. âIâm serious. I know Iâve been a jerkââ
âNot the word Iâd useââ
âShh,â Tess laughs. Paige raises her hands in defense. âBut Iâm glad youâre here, that youâre in my life. You didnât save me, but you made it easier to want to save myself. I donât make it easy for you, but⌠I donât know â you take care of me. I just hope I can repay the favor one day.â
âSânot transactional,â Paige states. âDonât need you to ârepayâ me. Just want you to be happy.â
âI am.â
Paige smiles at her, a lone dimple popping out, and Tess truly canât help the way her heart beats a little faster. âGood.â
Thereâs something about the way Paige lingers, her gaze expressive. âPaige,â Tess says, almost nervously. She hums, leaning back slightly, awaiting her question. Tess clears her throat. âDonât sleep on that fucking air mattress.â
Paigeâs eyes are bright, alert, searching Tessâs expression for any sign of a sike! moment. âAre you sure?â she asks, her voice barely a whisper. âDonât wannaââ
âPaige,â Tess says again. âPlease?â
And then Paige is nodding, a smile overtaking her features again. She crawls gingerly over Tessâs legs, slipping under the purple comforter next to her. Theyâre both on their backs, nearly elbow to elbow, and the space between them feels electric. Sure, they shared a room on their Bose trip, but they remained in their separate beds. This is the closest theyâve been in five months, and Tess is certain that every cell in her body is simultaneously combusting.
âTess,â Paige says.
âYes, Paige?â
âAm I allowed to say Iâm thankful for you too?â she murmurs.
Tessâs chest loosens. âDepends.â She cranes her neck to glance at Paige, but the blonde is already staring at her, her gaze dark and beseeching. âDo you mean it?â
Instead of a verbal response, Paige moves, one hand holding herself up and the other cupping Tessâs jaw, kissing her with a soft intensity that pulls the breath directly from her lungs. Tess sighs, tangling her fingers in Paigeâs hair, letting Paige guide her as she liked for better access. Paige pulls back, her nose brushing against Tessâs cheek as she presses her lips to the slope of her jaw, the spot under her ear that makes her shiver, the base of her throat, her pulse point. Tess can feel Paigeâs smirk as she lingers, her lips sweeping across her skin. âYour heartâs beating really fast,â she murmurs.
Tess scoffs, blushing fiercely. âI wonder why,â she retorts.
âI think I got a few ideas,â Paige says smugly.
âThink less,â Tess says breathlessly, pulling Paige back to her lips, halting whatever stupid comment she was about to make. Paige grins insufferably, her kiss long and slow. Tess feels herself sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress, consumed by all things Paige Bueckers; the scent of her perfume, the silk of her pillowcase, the warmth of her hand on her skin, the push and pull of her lips.
When they finally pull apart, Paigeâs lips ghost across her temple as she murmurs, âHappy Thanksgiving, baby.â
The nickname does little to slow the beating of her heart. Tess doesnât care. âHappy Thanksgiving, Paige.â
DECEMBER 2023
are you still interested in christmas-ing with the kennedys?
Wouldnât miss it for the world
okay let me email you the tickets
[Paige loved âlet me email you the ticketsâ] You gonna pick me up from the airport?
i could be persuaded
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thatâs a picture of dunkin donuts
It is Which is what I will buy for you if you pick me up from the airport
you drive a hard bargain đ¤ can you upsell?Â
I mean Coffee, a bacon egg & cheese, and Paige Bueckers in your passenger seat Are you not convinced?
not really
Bruh Tess PLEASE do not make me take an Uber
you are such a baby đ donât worry iâll be there with a sign that says âwelcome back from jailâ
As long as youâre there I donât care whatâs on the sign
ok smooth oh also so what are your thoughts on spending like a day with my family then we go into the city for like the new yearâs eve stuff in times square
Alone? đŤŚ
oh my god ok so you can actually walk from the airport
Iâm kidding Iâd be down for that Whatever you want
[Tess loved âWhatever you wantâ] sounds good see you soon
Canât wait đŤś
DECEMBER 29, 2023
Tess is nervous.
She isnât exactly sure why. Sheâs been in this situation time and time again, waiting at the airport for someone to pick her up or waiting to pick someone else up. Itâs extremely busy, an unfortunate repercussion of the fact that it was that limitless space between Christmas and New Yearâs where time didnât exactly exist and people were flying in and out of New York constantly. Perhaps the difference is just because itâs her picking up Paige when itâs usually the other way around. One of the themes sheâs begun to notice is that simply doing things with Paige just makes them feel different. She canât exactly explain it, but Paige has this way of helping her see and experience things through a new lens.
The bustle of the airport makes her stand on edge. Sheâs never been a huge fan of the crowds, the constant noise, which is probably a strange thing to say as an athlete. Sheâs usually able to lock in and drown it out, but sheâs anxious for other reasons. Paige will be walking through those gates in a few short minutes. Tess is excited to see her â thatâs not the issue. Sheâs dreading the fact that as soon as she and Paige reunite, half of the airport will want to shove their phones in their faces. Again, the lack of fan privacy is probably something she should be used to, although sheâd spend her life arguing that the lack of autonomy and respect isnât something that should be normalized.
But thatâs neither here nor there. The PA overhead clicks on. Tess can barely hear the robotic voice over the noise of the crowd as it announces the landing of Paigeâs flight. Just a little longer, Tess reminds herself, then we can go home. The time seems to pass slowly, but soon enough, Tess can see a new crowd forming, emerging from the gate, and she feels her heart beat just a little faster at the implication.
Paige stands tall in the crowd, her blonde hair sticking out like a beacon. Sheâs dressed in an all black Nike tracksuit with the Husky logo emblazoned on the chest, although she holds a hoodie close to her chest as if sheâd gotten hot on the plane but prepared well for the New York chill. Tess makes her way through the crowd in Paigeâs direction. It doesnât take long for Paige to find her, a beaming smile growing on her face, and Paige falls into her with evident relief.
Tess will never get tired of the way Paige hugs her. She melts completely, her body enveloping hers, her head always falling close to her neck. Paigeâs body is firm, tangible, and Tess sighs at the weight and pressure of their embrace. âMerry Christmas, ma,â Paige murmurs in her ear, squeezing her tight.
âMerry Christmas, Paige,â Tess responds. âAnd Happy New Yearâs, I guess.â
Paigeâs shoulders shake with laughter as she pulls back, dropping an affectionate kiss to Tessâs forehead before intertwining their fingers. âIt ainât New Yearâs yet,â she says.
âClose enough?â
âNah.â Paige shakes her head, looking all too mischievous. âSânot New Yearâs until I get my kiss at midnight.â
Tess rolls her eyes, but a flush settles over her cheeks. âYouâre incorrigible.â
âCâmon â look at you!â Paige gestures with her free hand as she leads the two of them over to baggage claim. âIâm not a monster, Iâm just a man with needs,â she sings, terribly off-key, which amuses Tess.
âAlright, Daniel Caesar,â she goads, smirking. âLetâs get you out of here before people charge you with aural assault.â
Paige suddenly looks affronted, blue eyes wide and indignant. âOral?â she asks, wrinkling her nose.
Tess sighs, shaking her head. âNo, baby, aural. A-U-R-A-L. As in hearing.â
Paige scoffs. âJusâ say that, then.â Then, her head snaps back quickly, glancing at Tess with mock-offense. âWait, that wasnât nice!â Finally, her suitcase rolls around and she hauls it off the conveyor with ease.
Tess snickers, patting Paige on the shoulder. âRemember what I told you? I gotta keep your ego at a reasonable level.â With their hands still linked, Tess leads them through the crowded airport quickly, eager to get home and away from all of these people.
âMy girl so mean,â Paige huffs dramatically. âNothinâ wrong with my ego. Youâre just a D1 hater.â
Tess smiles. âAre you finished?â
âNo!â
Paige rambles the entire drive back to Tessâs house, but she at least stays true to her promise and buys Tess brunch at Dunkin â not that Tess expected anything less from her. In the short eight months theyâve been friends, Paige has proven herself to be very intentional in her words and actions. She doesnât make a habit of saying things she doesnât mean. Excluding their banter or when theyâre teasing one another, Paige is unfathomably genuine. Promises and intent are incredibly important to her; Tess found that out the hard way back in November, but sheâs keen on keeping that an isolated incident.
When Tess parks on the curb behind her parentsâ car, she cuts the engine, but makes no effort to get out. Paige glances at her with a concerned expression, her thumb brushing against her knuckles gently. âSo, my parents might beâŚa lot,â she says hurriedly, meeting Paigeâs eyes. âJust let me know if it gets overwhelming or something, okay?â
Paige smiles reassuringly at her. âDonât worry, ma. We got this in the bag.â
Tess returns the smile, though itâs a little weaker. âIâm serious. My dad likes you but you might get the shovel talk.â
âIâm serious, too.â Paige lifts their hands, pressing her lips to Tessâs palm. Thereâs no use hiding the infectious blush, so she just tries to not look as down bad as she feels. âI can handle it.â
Tess sighs, conceding, and she collects her belongings and leads Paige into her house. Her parents are sitting in the living room watching a movie when they walk in. Almost instantly, they turn to stare down Paige, who, to her credit, doesnât falter, instead offering a polite smile.
âHey, guys,â Tess says awkwardly. âThis is Paige. Paige, these are my parents, Alessandra and Mateo.â
Her parents stand to shake her hand. âGreat to finally meet you both,â Paige says charismatically, not wincing under her fatherâs handshake, which earns her a gleam of silent approval. Point, Paige. Her parents echo the sentiment, flashing relaxed smiles, and Tess finally chills out.
âAre you both staying for dinner? I know you have other plans this weekend,â her mom asks.
âYes, mamma,â Tess replies with a smile. âWeâre heading into the city tomorrow afternoon and Iâll be back on Monday after I drop her off at the airport.â
Her parents share a glance, as if silently communicating with one another. Their apparent telepathic capabilities always terrified Tess growing up. That fear comes back tenfold when the both of them glance at Paige, curiosity in their gaze as they soak her in. Paige, admirably, stands strong, a calm seriousness in her expression. She doesnât even react when Tess subconsciously tightens her grip on her hand. While it feels like they stand there for hours, the staredown only lasts a few seconds before her parents relent. âIâm making bolognese tonight,â her mom states, the tension in the room dissolving.
At that, Tess relaxes again, and flashes a quiet smile at her parents. âWeâll be in my room,â she says. âPaige is jet-lagged after her flight.â None of them comment on the fact that Paige only travelled across one time zone, but her parents smile kindly and return to their movie as Tess drags Paige down the hallway, flushing. âOh my God. That was the most nerve wracking thing ever.â
âIâve never dissociated so hard in my life,â Paige confesses. âDid I do okay? Can they smell fear?â
Tess laughs, pulling Paige inside her room and shutting the door. âChrist, Paige â theyâre Italians, not fucking sharks.â Paige rolls her eyes, depositing her bags close to the door and kicking off her shoes. She wraps her arms around Tess from behind, rocking them side-to-side, and Tess canât help her smile as Paige sighs with relief. âGood job, though. She asked if you were staying for dinner.â Tess spins in Paigeâs embrace, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her in celebration.
âIs that good?â Paige asks, her cheeks turning red.
âVery,â Tess confirms. âJust donât wear jeans. She cooks enough for a small army and sheâll make you eat dessert, too.â
Paige nods seriously, like impressing her parents is an important task to her. âIâll lock in,â she vows, her lips brushing against Tessâs jaw. âTheyâre gonna like me more than they like you.â
And at that, Tess shoves Paige away from her, scoffing indignantly while the blonde dissolves into laughter. âJerk,â Tess grumbles. She makes her way to her bed, climbing in and turning the TV on. âGreyâs?â she asks Paige hopefully, as if the blonde would ever say no to Greyâs Anatomy, and Paige nods as she crawls in next to Tess, slinging an arm over her waist and resting her head on her chest.
They make it through an episode and a half before Paige falls asleep, lulled into slumber by the drag of Tessâs fingertips against her scalp. Tess knows sheâs been working hard this season, spending extra time in the gym and training because sheâs shouldering so much more for her team. Sheâs on court for nearly 40 minutes a game and although sheâd never admit it, Tess knows that itâs taxing.
Tess wouldnât admit it, either; she knows this arrangement is temporary, but she could get used to this â laying in bed with Paige while the blonde naps, comfortable in the knowledge that out of all of the people in her life, Tess is the one person she knows she can go to and not be expected to be Paige Bueckers all the time. Sheâs not expected to shoulder all of the responsibility, not expected to be the tough one â she can just be. The fact that Tess can provide that kind of comfort and security for her means more to her than sheâd ever expected.
Paige shifts in her sleep, her arm tightening around Tessâs waist subconsciously, and Tess allows herself a gentle smile. Itâs temporary, but sheâs going to enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
Dinner was surprisingly nice that night. True to Tessâs word, her mom did make a shit ton of food, but Paige was a willing victim as she went back for seconds and had room for a slice of tiramisu. The chatter was lively and Paige integrated so well with her family. They asked about her childhood, her dreams, and her dad even dragged her into a lengthy conversation about football and the Superbowl. For an Italian raised man, her father was far too interested in American football, but Tess canât find it in herself to mind too much when Paigeâs hand finds her knee under the table as she listens intently. The smile on her face is bright, endeared. When Tess catches her motherâs gaze from across the table, noting the silent approval and her own fondness, she realizes that thereâs just something so right about her and Paige.
They gather around the Christmas tree after dinner. Tess and her parents had already opened most of their gifts when Tessâs cousins came around on Christmas day, but her parents had surprised them both with gifts for Paige. Paige wasnât expecting it, but the childlike wonder on her face was priceless, and Tess really couldnât have been all too shocked by the fact that she fell just a little harder for Paige as she opened her presents. It was nothing major; a few pieces of workout apparel, a sneaky South Carolina hoodie that they all laughed at as Paige stared at it in mock-disgust (Tess knew sheâd wear it), and a gift card for an upscale restaurant in the city that she and Paige planned to take full advantage of.
And then Paige surprised her parents with gifts of their own, which was incredibly fucked up, because how was Tess supposed to go back to normal when Paige is buying her parents Christmas presents and theyâre not even dating for real? Paige gives her father a beautiful watch and her mother a gorgeous necklace. Judging by the way they sparkle, they must both cost a fortune, and Paige tells them she already tore up the receipts so thereâs absolutely no take-backsies.
Tess hugs her parents goodnight, although they also pull Paige in for one when she tries to shake their hands again. Her parents both whisper their firm approval and Tess canât help the way her chest tightens. They tell her that they really like Paige â that makes Tess laugh weakly because they arenât the only ones. She really likes Paige, too, and thatâs slowly becoming her biggest problem right now.
After they both shower, Paige rifles through her bag, searching for something, and when she turns around, she presents Tess with a small, gift-wrapped box. âPaige,â Tess grumbles, not expecting a gift from her, but the Cheshire grin on her face makes her resolve weaken.
âCâmon,â Paige goads. âDâyou really think I wouldnât get you sumâ?â Tess rolls her eyes, but she opens the drawer on her nightstand and pulls out a gift wrapped box, too. Paigeâs smile grows. They exchange their gifts, and after much argument, Paige convinces Tess to open hers first. She takes the wrapping apart gingerly, her eyes widening at the Tiffany & Co logo. âDonât freak,â Paige says gently, which does little to hide the fact that Tess is freaking.
âPaigeââ
âOpen it, ma.â
Swallowing thickly, Tess does, and tucked into the cushion of the box is a small, yet glimmering, bracelet charm. She picks it up gingerly, her breath catching. âI struggled for a really long time to find the perfect one,â Paige admits in a whisper. Tess glances up at her, watching a slow smile spread across her face. âHad to get it custom made. Itâs the Gampel court. I know â why would you wanna walk around with the enemy court on your wrist, whatever, but flip it over.â Tess flips it, and on the back, February 8, 2021, is engraved. âThis was the first game weâd played against each other. The first time I met you in person, the first time I shook your hand. And honestly, I didnât think we could beat you. I didnât think I could beat you. You made it really fucking hard.â That draws a teary laugh from Tess, but Paige keeps going, a smile on her face. âAs we played, it became less about, Iâon know, beating you and more about impressing you. Win or lose, I was just really fucking grateful I got to share the court with you. I learned so much from your game and you made me a better player, whether you realized it or not. I was scared to reach out to you â youâd always been sort of untouchable, I didnât think youâd wanna be my friend, especially since weâre on different teams. But here we are now.â
âHere we are,â Tess agrees, her lip quivering. âI donât know how Iâm supposed to out-do that,â she jokes.
Paige rolls her eyes, dimples popping out. âLemme put it on you?â she requests. Tess nods, handing over the charm, and with overwhelming gentleness, Paige clasps the charm to her bracelet, giving her hand a squeeze once itâs safely secured.
âThank you,â Tess says, her voice barely a whisper. She meets Paigeâs eyes. Her expression shines with adoration, fondness, the blue of her gaze disarming. âItâs beautiful.â
Paige smiles at her, vulnerable and tender. âOf course,â she says.
Tess gestures to the wrapped box in Paigeâs hand and she opens it gingerly. Inside the box is a thumb ring. The band is extremely thin, gold in color, and isnât perfectly straight. It resembles the stem of a rose which leads into the petals with two miniscule leaves jutting out on either side. Paige stares at the ring in a reverent sort of awe. âSo, we have this Italian saying: se son rose, fioriranno. âIf they are roses, they will bloom.â It essentially means that things take time to develop. You have to have faith that the roses will bloom â that you will bloom. It reminded me of both of us â our ACLs, that in time, they wonât weigh us down.â Paige glances back up, meeting Tessâs eyes. âIt reminded me of you. I know this year hasnât been easy for you so far, for your team, but in time, youâll find that success youâve been working your entire career for.â
Paige smiles even though her eyes water and her bottom lip quivers. âTess⌠Iâon know what to say.â
âWell, thatâs a first,â Tess jokes, and the both of them dissolve into laughter. At Paigeâs insistence, Tess slides the ring onto her thumb. Paige stares at it for a while, a dopey expression on her face, but Tess can tell she loves it. âMerry Christmas, P.â
Paigeâs smile grows. She leans in, softly pressing her lips to Tessâs, her arm curling around her waist and dragging her closer until sheâs nearly in her lap. Tess places her hands over Paigeâs shoulders for stabilization, content to let Paige take the lead, but itâs not long before Paige is withdrawing to ghost her lips across Tessâs cheek, murmuring into her ear, âMerry Christmas, baby.â
DECEMBER 30, 2023
The first few hours of the morning are spent watching cheesy Hallmark movies, much to Paigeâs chagrin. She thinks theyâre too corny, but Tess argues theyâre a holiday staple. Paige eventually gives in after Tess makes her a mug of hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, although that doesnât save her from Paigeâs endless commentary.
âThe acting is so bad,â Paige says, her tone disgusted. She stretches out a little more on the couch, her leg brushing against Tessâs. âWhy does she move her head so much? Why does she keep blinking?â
âPaige,â Tess says, fond exasperation clear in her tone. âItâs not supposed to be good.â
âWell, itâs bothering me,â she whines. âMoving your eyebrows so much doesnât make you look cool. It makes you look ridiculous.â
âYou are such a baby,â Tess gripes. She lifts Paigeâs left arm, tucking herself flush against her side. Paige gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze as she pulls her in a little tighter. âIf you think about it, theyâre just like us.â
At that, Paige raises her brows, huffing out something akin to unconvinced laughter. âYeah? How so?â
Tess smiles at her coyly. âThey got paired up together for the mural contest. Now they have to work together if they want to win.â She presses her fingertips together, separating them as she makes an explosion noise. Paige snorts. âI donât think weâd be on Hallmark, though. Not PG enough. You curse like a sailor.â
âMe?â Paige asks. âHave you heard yourself?â
âYouâre really gonna sit here and blame me for sh â stuff?â Paige gives her a knowing look, a smirk growing on her face. Tess juts her lip out in a pout thatâs clearly not working on Paige. âItâs Christmas and youâre being mean to me?â
âIt is not Christmas ââ
Tess sighs dramatically, cutting her off. âChristmas,â she whines.
Paige rolls her eyes good naturedly, brushing her lips across Tessâs temple and shutting her up. They finish the movie, along with two others before itâs time for them to make the arduous, thirty minute journey into the city (traffic was a bitch). Paige called dibs on driving, which Tess wasnât happy about considering that it was her car, but as soon as she thought about driving through the city traffic, she changed her mind.
Tess booked them a suite in a hotel called Tempo by Hilton, mostly due to its proximity to the New Yearâs Eve ball drop location. After they checked in, they planned on heading out to dinner and then lounging around for the rest of the evening. They werenât doing much on the 31st either, their only real plan being the ball drop. They agreed they werenât going to fill up an entire itinerary. New Yearâs in New York was just supposed to be a weekend vacation away from their families and the city would be crowded enough that theyâd be away from the media, too. It was difficult to find much to do since Tess was not a fan of the New York nightlife. December marked eight months of sobriety â it wasnât a lot, but it was a source of pride for her. She had no interest in going back on that even if the urges were long gone by now.
They got ready for dinner together, although Paige was absolutely no help at all. She was dressed in a multicolored striped sweater, baggy white jeans and a pair of matching shoes; her hair was styled down in loose waves. Tess jokingly told her that she looked like an art teacher and Paige rolled her eyes so hard that she had to lay down because it made her head hurt.
âPaige, I donât know what to wear,â Tess complains.Â
âSumâ warm,â she says unhelpfully, not looking up.
âI want to wear a dress.â
âThen wear one?â
âItâll be cold!â
âBring a sweater.â
âAnd ruin the fit?â Tess grumbles.
Paige laughs, much to Tessâs chagrin. âYou can pull anything off,â she says.
âItâs probably not even that cold,â Tess muses, glancing down at the dress she packed. Itâs a simple black one that cuts off just below her thighs with thin straps at the top. âWeâll be inside for the most part, right?â
Paige shifts, holding her head up with her hand as she stares at Tess with amusement. âWear the dress. Bring a sweater. Or donât. I can give you mine and we can be all cute and shit.â
âYou just want me wearing your clothes,â Tess says under her breath, but Paige hears it.
âDamn,â she deadpans. âCaught me.â
Tess wears the dress. She doesnât bring a sweater. The restaurant was warm enough that she didnât need one, although sheâs certain that Paige deliberately took them the long way back to their hotel so sheâd cave and ask Paige for her sweater. Her suspicions are proved true when Paige forces them to take what feels like a million photos, but Tess just feels endlessly endeared by her, so she entertains it.
âI like you in this,â Paige comments nonchalantly once they make it back to the hotel room. She toys with the frayed edges of the multicolored sweater mindlessly, glancing up to smile at Tess coyly.
âI know,â she says, taking her jewelry out and unpinning her hair. Paige lingers behind her, watching as she works. âYouâre so down bad. Itâs sickening.â
âSorry,â Paige lies. Tess shakes her head with an amused smile. âLook in the mirror and get back to me. Who wouldnât be?â
They watch an episode or two of Greyâs before bed that night, although Tess falls asleep after the first thirty minutes. The weight of Paigeâs body against hers was too calming, the scent of her perfume in the air, the drag of her fingertips across her back. Despite doing nothing but lounging around, traveling, and going to dinner, Tess was exhausted. Paige could be partially to blame for that â she makes Tess feel safe, like she doesnât have to worry about keeping all of her walls up. She has a comforting energy that could make anyone relax and lose all of their worries.
But maybe sheâs a little too effective at that. If Tess had managed to stay awake longer, then maybe she would have heard the dial tone, the sound of another person picking up, and Paigeâs whispered confession of, âAubrey, I might be in love.â
But she didnât hear it â and Paige may never say it again.
Things are fine the morning after, although Tess would have no reason to expect them to not be. She wakes up before Paige does (not a surprise), although they shifted at some point during the night. While Tess fell asleep with her head on Paigeâs chest, she woke up on her side with Paigeâs right arm slung protectively over her waist and the blondeâs face pressed into the back of her neck. Her breathing was gentle, fanning against her skin, sending shivers down Tessâs spine when she was coherent enough to realize just how close they were.
She slides out of Paigeâs arms, careful to not wake her, and stretches as she walks into the bathroom to begin her morning routine. Sheâs in the middle of brushing her teeth when Paige finally wakes up, padding into the bathroom and wiping the exhaustion out of her eyes. âMorninâ,â she says, voice thick with sleep. She presses a quick, chaste kiss to Tessâs cheek before she reaches for her own toothbrush and gets to work.
âMorning, Paigey,â Tess says, though her words are muffled around the toothbrush in her mouth. Paige shoots her an amused glance while Tess tries not to stare at her too obviously. Sheâs dressed in a pair of black basketball shorts and a matching Nike sports bra, although her shorts hang low on her waist, revealing the waistband of her boxers. Thereâs not even a safe region for Tess to look at. The muscles in her shoulders are freakishly defined, the veins in her hands protrude slightly, her expression is soft and mellowed out, and her hair is down in bedridden waves. Tess needs to be taken out back and shot between the eyes. This is getting out of hand.
âSumâ you wanna say?â Paige asks around the foam in her mouth. Tess flushes immediately, much to Paigeâs endless enjoyment.
âNope!â she says as she spits out her toothpaste. âNothing at all.â
Paige catches her around the waist when she tries to leave, attempting to put space between them. Tessâs breath hitches as Paige pulls her flush against her, her hands resting on her bare stomach. Wordlessly, Paige bites down on her toothbrush, using her free hand to wipe away a smudge of toothpaste off Tessâs bottom lip. Paigeâs subsequent smile is all too smug and she has to shove her away before she says something pathetic like naming the 2023 WNBA draft class by pick order.
She can hear Paigeâs light laughter from the bathroom as she returns to the main room. When Paige finishes up in the bathroom, she doesnât mention how she flustered Tess, although she does put a shirt on (much to Tessâs simultaneous relief and disappointment) and picks up the phone to order room service for them. The food arrives quickly, an assortment of meats, pastries, and other delicacies. Paige insists on making Tessâs plate for her â the princess treatment getting is ridiculous, but who is she to complain? â and the photo of Paige that she captures, messy bun and oversized t-shirt on, is good enough that Tess considers gatekeeping it, but she ultimately posts it anyway because the people deserve to know that UConnâs basketball star is doing this for her and not for them.
Paige reposts it with the eye rolling emoji and the princess emoji, which makes Tess laugh.
They talk all throughout breakfast, easy conversations and jokes, and they lounge around in the hotel room until itâs time to get ready for the ball drop. Tess, once again, struggles with what to wear, but when Paige comes out of the bathroom wearing a hot pink, long-sleeved Nike sweater with black baggy cargos and rummages through Tessâs suitcase, Tess really canât be all too surprised when the outfit Paige selected matches herâs.
âYou could be a little less obvious,â Tess suggests as she does her hair in the mirror.
Paige only smiles, taking in Tessâs outfit. Paige has dressed her in a pink tube top and black high-waisted pants with a matching coat. âNah,â she says after a minute of shameless ogling. âI did my big one.â
Tess rolls her eyes. She would never admit it to the blonde, but she and Paige look good.
The walk to Times Square flies passes quickly. They spend it hand-in-hand with Paige expertly navigating them through the busy New York foot traffic as Tess takes countless pictures of the city decorated for New Yearâs. She gets plenty of photos of Paige, too, the easy smile on her face, her side profile illuminated by the city lights. Tess knows very well by now that Paige is extremely attractive â that wasnât a secret to anyone. She was magnetic and Tess has been stuck in her orbit from the first time they met, not in the conference room, but when they played each other in 2021. It takes her a long time to realize her feelings. She keeps them under tight lock and key, knowing that her goal and purpose is to play basketball. She never had the time for anything else, but when Paige finds her gaze, squeezing their intertwined hands, Tess thinks that maybe she could make time if Paige decided to stay in her life permanently.
Paige isnât magnetic because of her looks. It definitely helps, and while that physical attraction will never leave, Tess has come to find sheâs attracted to Paige for other reasons. She likes Paigeâs kindness, her candor, her irresistible charm. She likes that Paige keeps her accountable, that she stands ten toes down on her beliefs. Tess is drawn to the way Paige cares for those around her, the way she gives everything her all. She likes her humor, her faith, her compassion. There isnât a single thing Tess hates about her, but thereâs an infinite amount of things that Tess loves about Paige Bueckers.
Love.
Tess loves Paige Bueckers.
That realization, while incredibly sudden, doesnât surprise Tess as much as it probably should. If anything, itâs freeing â thereâs a reason, an explanation to the way sheâs been feeling for so long. It should scare her, but it doesnât. Maybe itâs because it hasnât set in yet, the panic. Tess panicked when she realized she had feelings for Paige in the first place. But maybe itâs because sheâs older now, arguably wiser. Sheâs learned that she canât run from her feelings. She has to embrace them for what they are. Sheâs in love with Paige. It should scare her because Paige was her first ârelationship,â first kiss, and now, first love. It should scare her but it doesnât and thatâs just what it is.
It should scare her because now, rule four is officially broken. Thereâs no arguing against it or calling it by any other name. She dapped Paige up in a campus coffee shop and promised her that she wouldnât fall in love with her. In fairness, a Notes app contract and a handshake isnât really legally binding. But at the end of the day, Tess doesnât care and thatâs probably the scary part. Sheâs in love. Itâs unsurprising, undaunting, and looking back, inevitable.Â
âYou good?â Paige asks, drawing Tess from her thoughts. âYou got really quiet.â
Tess thinks about her answer. Is she okay? Sheâs here, in New York City with Paige Bueckers, the woman sheâs in love with, and theyâre about to watch the New Yearâs Eve ball drop. Sheâs three months away from being able to play basketball again, a year away from declaring for the WNBA draft. She is literally on the cusp of achieving all of her dreams, of having everything sheâs ever wanted. So, she smiles at Paige, shifting closer into her personal space as they walk, and sheâs honest when she responds, âYeah. Iâm good.â The smile that Paige gives her is bright, full of fondness, and so disarming that Tess truly wonders how she went so long trying to convince herself that she couldnât fall in love with her. Paige just makes it so easy. And when she pulls Tess tighter into her side, whispering a joke into her ear, part of Tess hopes that Paige could find it within her to love her back. Another part of her notices the clear adoration in Paigeâs eyes, the way she tightens her grip on her hand, and she thinks that maybe Paige Bueckers being in love with Tess Kennedy isnât such a long shot.
Paige finds them a secluded spot in Times Square, decently far away from the larger portion of the inebriated crowd. The wind is frosty, nipping at her nose and fingers, but Pagieâs body is so warm. She wraps both arms around Paigeâs waist, laying her head on her chest, and the blonde runs her fingers up and down her back in a soothing motion. Sheâs not scared to be in love, but itâs overwhelming in the best way possible. Her heart feels like itâs about to burst at the seams, that the only way she could get this energy out is if she cried from the rooftops.
Right now, thereâs literally nowhere else sheâd rather be. She has room in her heart for both basketball and Paige â her two first loves. For her, thatâs enough.
âDâyou have any New Yearâs resolutions?â Paige asks once the clock hits 11:50.Â
Tess hums, pausing to truly give it some thought. âI think Iâm going to try to do more next year,â she admits in a soft whisper. âDo more things, meet new people, take more risks. This year really taught me I canât just rely on the same thing. Take more drives into to paint, you know?â
Paige smiles at her, immediately catching onto her reference. âNo more three-point shooting for you,â she teases. âI wanna see you out-hustle Kamilla for some rebounds.â
Tess laughs. âI donât know about that,â she says wryly. âWhat about you? Any resolutions?â
Paigeâs hand is warm on her back, still brushing her fingers against her spine. Sheâs quiet as she thinks. She stares directly into Tessâs eyes when she responds, her eyes blue and beseeching. âI wanna try to build something permanent,â she confesses, her throat bobbing with nerves. âLegacies. My future.â Paige hesitates before her next words. â...Relationships.â
âYeah?â Tess asks. Paige nods, a flush on her cheeks, though Tess canât tell if itâs from the December chill or embarrassment. âSounds admirable. But if anyone can do it, you can.â
Paigeâs smile is solemn, although Tess doesnât pick up on it, shifting her attention to the clock. 11:53. The two of them sit in silence for the next few minutes, swaying side to side to the beat of far-away music, the murmur of the distant crowd. Tess allows herself to get lost in the fantasy of a new year, one where she and Paige arenât just pretending. Tess stopped pretending a long time ago. Part of her wonders if Paige did, too. She finds it hard to believe that Paige would be so committed to keeping up appearances in private. You could excuse the amount of time they spent together. Friends do that. But friends donât kiss. They donât fall asleep with each other, or cuddle, or call each other âbabyâ like Paige does with an enamored drawl. The signs are all there, but what if they were all lies? She doesnât want to get her hopes up, even if part of her feels like thereâs something more.
Tess has never been one for resolutions. Theyâre tacky and no one ever upholds them, but she thinks sheâs going to uphold hers this year. Sheâs going to confess to Paige â eventually. Definitely not during the tournament season, not when Paige has so much on her shoulders already. But one day she will. Thatâs a promise sheâs going to uphold.
She checks the clock again. 11:59. When she glances up, Paige is already staring at her. Coyly, she asks, âReady to ring in the New Yearâs?â
Tess chuckles, tightening her arms around Paigeâs waist. âAre you?â
âBeen ready ever since you picked me up at the airport,â she retorts, a grin growing on her face. âDâyou remember what I said? Sânot New Yearâs until I get my midnight kiss?â
Tess hums as if contemplating something. âI donât recall that,â she murmurs, her gaze locking onto Paigeâs.
âNo?â She shakes her head as Paige draws her in closer. Their noses brush. Paigeâs eyes are soft, but thereâs an emotion swirling in them that Tess just canât place no matter how long she searches for the answer. âIs there anything I can do to jog your memory?â
The crowd roars, although Tess doesnât pay them any attention.
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âIâm sure thereâs something,â Tess concedes.
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Paige smiles at her, her hands firm on her back. âSomething?â she drawls.
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âPaige.â
âYeah?â
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âPlease stop talking.â
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And she does, pulling Tess even closer and capturing her lips with a gentle urgency. Tess grins against her, reaching up to tangle her fingers in Paigeâs loose hair, though Paige grows annoyed at Tessâs inability to be serious. One of her hands finds Tessâs jaw, taking control and guiding their kiss. Her hands are freezing but they feel like a soothing balm against the heat building in Tessâs cheeks.
Paige pulls away for air, her breath coming out in shallow bursts that forms clouds of steam in the air, but she doesn't stay away for too long. Sheâs swooping back in and kissing Tess with a renewed vigor, like thereâs something sheâs trying to communicate. Her lips are greedy, insistent, drawing out every single noise building in the back of Tessâs throat. Sheâs never kissed like this before â technically, Paige is the only person that Tess has kissed, but thereâs something thatâs earth-shatteringly new about this interaction. Paige kisses her with want, with desire, like she couldnât bear it if she didnât have Tess in her arms at all times. And honestly, given how Tess eagerly responds, trying her best to put as little space between her and Paige as possible, Tess isnât sure if she herself could bear it if she and Paige werenât near each other.
Her entire nervous system is alight with activity, neurons firing on all cylinders. Call her delusional, or stupid, or whatever, but Paige has awoken a part of her that has laid dormant for 22 years. Itâs like part of Tess was waiting for Paige to come into her life, that she wasnât fully living until she felt what it was like to love Paige Bueckers. Now that she knows, Tess canât imagine living a life where she doesnât love Paige Bueckers, where she doesnât get to look at Paige like sheâs hung the very stars in the sky, where she doesnât get to wake up everyday and wonder how Paige will piss her off this time. Itâs just them, itâs how they work, itâs how Tess wants them to work forever and ever and ever.
âPaige,â Tess gasps, almost breathlessly, pushing the blonde away from her with a hand to her chest. Paige looks almost annoyed at the interruption until she takes in the hazy look in Tessâs eyes. âHotel?â Tess asks, and Paige nods her head so vigorously, coming back to her senses. She reaches for Tessâs hand and shoves their way through the crowd back towards their hotel.
The walk back feels like it takes ages. The elevator ride isnât any better. Tess is nearly shaking with anticipation and Paige fumbles with the keycard, cursing under her breath. Finally, she opens it, ushering Tess inside with unseen urgency and shuts the door quickly behind them, locking it.
Tess hardly has the time to react before Paige is on her again, one hand at the base of her throat and the other around her waist. Despite her haste, she carefully walks the two of them backwards until the back of Tessâs knees hit the bed and Paige lowers her down gently, cognizant of her leg. Paige pulls back, her eyes clouded with want but she finds some clarity when she looks at Tess again. âOff?â she requests, her voice hoarse, tugging lightly at Tessâs coat. Tess nods, but Paige is shaking her head. âWords, Tess. None of that shit.â
âOff, Paige, please,â she says hastily, leaving her pride at the door. Paige rewards her with a deep kiss to her lips as she reaches for Tessâs coat, pulling it off her shoulders and throwing it somewhere behind her. She stands to kick off her shoes and Tess almost misses the contact until Paige sinks to her knees, reaching to undo her heels. The sight of Paige on her knees, staring up at her in near reverence sends a shockwave of desire straight to Tessâs core. Once her heels are off, she reaches for Paige, pulling her up and on top of her, connecting their lips once more.
âFuck,â Paige murmurs, dipping down to press her lips to Tessâs jaw. Tess tangles her fingers in Paigeâs hair, pulling the hair tie out, allowing the blonde waves to spill over her shoulders as Paige drags wet kisses across the slope of Tessâs collarbones. She nips at her skin, soothing the bite with a pass of her tongue, and Tess canât help the moan that rips from her throat when Paigeâs hands press against her ribs. âSo pretty, baby, you have no idea.â
âSays you,â Tess says breathlessly, which draws a laugh from Paige. She pulls back far enough, hooking her fingers under the hem of Tessâs top. Paige meets her eyes, the question evident in her blown-out eyes, and Tess nods rapidly as she says, âTake it off, please.â
Her top comes off quickly and Paige groans, her eyes zoning in on her bare breasts. âSo polite,â she murmurs, sliding her hands to her chest. She glances back up for consent, and once she has it, she brushes her thumbs across her nipples, drawing a whimper from Tess. âThis what I needa do to get you to be nice?â Her tone is warm despite the insinuation in her tone.
âStop teasing,â Tess grumbles, and who is Paige to deny her? She leans down, littering wet kisses across her chest, encircling her mouth around a nipple as her hand gives equal attention to the other one. Tess slides her fingers through Paigeâs hair for leverage, pulling slightly, and moaning when Paigeâs subsequent groan reverberates throughout her body. Her back arches off of the bed, trying to lessen the space between them. Paige pulls back, staring at Tess with a reverent smile like sheâs the eighth wonder of the world. Then sheâs dipping back down, lavishing her other breast with attention, and Tess feels so high-strung that she could float away from the slightest touch.
When Paige moves down her body, sucking hickeys near her ribs, Tess reaches for Paigeâs sweater. Wordlessly, Paige raises her arms, allowing Tess to pull her it off. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of Paigeâs abs, firm and rigid and inviting.
âAll quiet now, huh?â Paige goads.
âPaigeââ
Paige shushes her, pressing their lips together again, swallowing the needy sounds ripping from Tessâs throat as her hands explore. Theyâre warm, leaving blazing paths of desire across her body, dipping down to grip her thighs. âGonna get you right,â she promises, leaving Tessâs lips, traveling down to her neck where she sucks a mark into her skin. âJusâ need you to be patient.â
âDonât want patient,â Tess says, gasping when Paige bites her shoulder. âWant you.â
âYou got me,â Paige reassures. âAlways, baby, you got me.â Her fingers hook into the waistband of her pants, looking back up to Tess for approval.
âPlease,â she begs. âFuck, Paige, please.â
With almost agonizing slowness, Paige pulls her pants down her legs, still cognizant of her knee. Her eyes widen at the sight of Tess splayed out under her, her breath catching. âFuck, Tess,â she murmurs in disbelief. Tess finds it hard to be insecure when Paige is looking at her like this. âAll for me?â
âFor you,â Tess says, her chest heaving.
Paige smiles smugly, whispering, âYeah, it is,â before she leans down, pressing her lips to Tessâs full thighs, gripping her hips. She spreads her legs, fitting her body in the space sheâs created, trailing kisses towards her knee, where the surgery scar remains. Tessâs breath catches in her throat when Paige kisses her knee, her fingers brushing gently over her skin. âEvery inch of you is so fuckinâ beautiful,â she whispers in awe. âGod, Tess. How are you real?â
For that, Tess has no answer. She reaches for Paigeâs hand, intertwining their fingers as she pulls the blonde back to her lips. Theyâre locked together for a few moments before Tess feels the brush of Paigeâs pant leg against her skin. âYouâre wearing too many clothes,â she whines.
âSorry, baby,â Paige whispers against her lips. She kisses her once more, a lingering press before pulling away, pulling her pants off with a quickness. Sheâs left in a black sports bra and a pair of boxers.Â
She settles in again, her lips finding Tessâs navel, pressing wet kisses to her skin. âPaige,â Tess begs again. âPlease touch me.â
âWhere dâyou need me?â she asks, glancing back up to meet Tessâs eyes. She wonders if she looks as destroyed as she feels. Paige hasnât even done anything, but all of her senses are on overdrive. She reaches for Paigeâs hand, guiding it to the apex of her thighs, resting it over her underwear. If she were wearing a lighter color, sheâd be concerned about her arousal seeping through the material.
âOff, Paige, please,â Tess requests.
Paige obliges, stripping her fully. Her eyes soak her in, a groan building at the back of her throat at the sight of Tess spread open and exposed for her. Her hands linger on her thighs as Paige returns to Tessâs lips, kissing her deeply once more. âYou want me?â she asks, their noses brushing. âWe can stop if you want, donât gotta do nothinâ youâont want, Tess, I swear it.â
Tess shakes her head, pulling Paige back in. Sheâs never been more sure of anything else in her life. âWant you,â she affirms, her voice breathless. Paige pulls back again; her pupils are blown out and the desire is evident, but she searches Tessâs eyes for any hint of a falsehood. When she finds none, she presses one last kiss to her lips, trailing down her body again until she reaches her cunt. Her breath is warm against her and Tess shivers.
Paige reaches for one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. With the other, she spreads her legs once more, getting comfortable and finally, she dips down fully to drag her tongue slowly along the length of her slit. She groans, the vibrations making Tess crazy, and it takes everything in her to not lose her mind as her back arches. Paige uses her free arm to press down on her hips, keeping her rooted as she licks and sucks, her tongue all over her. And when Paige finds her clit, wrapping her lips around it and sending waves of white-hot pleasure throughout her body, Tess whines so loudly that she can feel the noise in her throat. âPaige, fuck,â she gasps, one of her hands twining in Paigeâs hair, tugging her closer and closer to her.
Paige is vocal in general, but the noises she makes against Tessâs cunt are intoxicating in the best way. Her head spins as Paige laps her up, gathering her slick on her tongue and drinking her up like a woman starved. She travels lower, her nose brushing against Tessâs clit as her tongue circles her entrance, and Tess feels like some part of her has died and gone to heaven. The pleasure is immeasurable, white spots blotting at the edges of her vision.
Then Paigeâs arm is leaving her hips, her fingers trailing down, brushing across her folds. She presses her lips to Tessâs thigh, smearing the wetness as her thumb rubs slow, intentional circles on her clit. âSo pretty like this,â Paige murmurs, her voice thick, sounding like sheâs drunk off of her taste. Her fingers dip down and she slowly pushes one inside of her, letting Tess get used to the stretch as she tips her head back in wordless euphoria. âThatâs it, baby, you got it.â Her finger starts moving, curling upwards, dragging across a spot that makes Tess writhe.
Tess releases Paigeâs hair, one arm slinging over her face, unable to fully process the pleasure. Paige stops suddenly, making a disapproving noise against the inside of her thigh as she nips at her skin. âEyes on me,â she says firmly, âor Iâll stop.â
Tess whimpers, but does as Paige says. Sheâs rewarded with a blinding smile, the shine of her slick on Paigeâs cheeks evident with the way the moonlight streams through the room. Paige prods at her entrance with a second finger. Itâs a tighter squeeze, but Tess just sucks her in. âThere we go,â Paige whines, breathless with want. âJusâ like that, fuck.â Both of her fingers are working her in tandem, curling upwards, and Tess feels boneless.
With every push and pull of her fingers, every time her fingertips brush against the spongy part inside of her, Tess feels the pleasure mounting and she starts babbling, begging for Paige to give her what she needs, to finally give her some relief after being so high-strung for what feels like ages. Paige is all too content to give it to her, her head dipping down once more to wrap her lips around her clit. Paige is vocal against her cunt, moans of her own high-pitched and whiny, talking her through it with incoherent rambles. Her mouth and her fingers work her in tandem. Paige leads her higher and higher to her peak, and after one final well-timed brush, the pleasure crests and Tessâs orgasm washes through her.
Paige hums against her, pleased, working her through it until the aftershock tremors subside. Only when Tess gasps, far too overstimulated, does Paige slowly drag her fingers out, pressing one last kiss to her thighs. Tess sighs, sagging into the bed. Paige glances at her, her expression hazy and filled with undeniable smugness, fondness, and a lingering concern. âYou good?â she asks, her voice rough.
At that, Tess canât help but laugh, gazing up at Paige through hooded lids. âYou just gave me the best head of my life and thatâs what you have to say?â she asks weakly.
Paige rolls her eyes, rubbing her thigh gently with her clean hand. âIâon know what you want from me. You wanna high-five or sumâ? Buy a cake to celebrate?â
âJesus Christ,â Tess says, amused and somehow endeared. âI canât believe this is who I just had sex with.â
Paige snorts. âI donât remember you doinâ much of anything.â
Tess flushes. âFirst of all,â she begins, still a little breathless, ârude. Second of all⌠should I?â
âNah,â Paige says, her entire demeanor shifting. âUh, you donât gotta worry about that.â
Tess stares at her long and hard, not quite understanding. Itâs not until she notes the flush on Paigeâs chest, the sweat beading at her temples, the way her boxers stick to her body that she finally understands. âOh my God,â she says, much to Paigeâs chagrin. âYouââ
âChill!â Paige exclaims, embarrassed. âYou were makinâ all these noises. I couldnât help it.â
They stare at each other for a few beats before they both dissolve into exhausted giggles. Tess feels slightly delirious, although part of her canât believe she just did this with Paige. She doesnât regret it. She doesnât think she ever could.
âWe should probably clean up,â Paige suggests.
Tess hums, stretching. âGive me like ten minutes,â she says. âI canât feel my legs.â
Paige laughs smugly. âYeah?â
Tess shakes her head, amused. âShut up.â
âAlright,â she concedes, hooking one arm around Tessâs back and the other under her knees. Tess yelps in surprise as Paige lifts her easily, walking them both to the bathroom. âIâm tired. And your ass is not makinâ it ten more minutes.â
âYouâre an asshole!â Tess exclaims as Paige turns on the shower, adjusting the heat. âBut true.â With one last smile, Paige helps her into the shower and they wash up together. It feels so incredibly domestic, but Tess isnât complaining. Sheâs not going to allow her brain to ruin this night for them, not when everything leading up to it has been nothing short of perfect.
Theyâre well past sleepy when they finally make it out of the shower, redressing in sleep attire. Paige checks out the blankets, getting rid of the soiled ones and grabbing fresh ones from the closet. Soon, she and Tess are collapsing into bed, seconds away from passing out entirely, but Paige reaches for her instantly. She curls into her body, her arm wrapping around Tessâs middle. She brushes her lips against her temple. âHappy New Yearâs, Tess,â she whispers, her tone fond.
Tess can only muster an exhausted smile, squeezing her hand as she whispers back, âHappy New Yearâs, Paige.â
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pLEASE sevika x idol/singer reader? :( I WANNWA DO THOSE CUTE DANCES INFORNT OF SEVIKA TO GET HER REACITON AEAEHAHAUAUUUAUAUAUAUAU
oh my gosh anon this is so cute!!! :3
men and minors DNI pretty pleaseee
also let's pretend the meeting at the vander statue didn't end in attacks from noxus for the purpose of this ask đ i started writing this when act 2 came out so imagine this is in between act 2 and 3
to absolutely no one's knowledge, sevika was a superfan of yours. zaun had very few 'celebrities' of sorts, but you, a breakout singer that used to be a girl-for-hire at margot's, had made a name for yourself.
you regularly held gigs around the undercity, most frequently on the roof of the chembarons' little lair at the very peaks of the underground. ever since silco shoved off, you've been able to spot his number two in the front row at nearly all of your shows.
the riots going on recently because of the colourful spectacle topside had temporarily paused your gigs, but that didn't stop you from supporting zaun and doing pop-ups to raise morale. sevika herself somehow got your contact and convinced you to come to a rally near the vander statue. you were excited to be apart of something so directly involved with jinx and protesting. you wore jinx-er attire and even brought flares for the audience.
"come onnn, shoot faster!"
you had also gotten jinx herself on stage with you. she happened to be a big fan of yours and one of the reasons sevika reached out for this gig. you sang jinx's favourite song together with the crowd bumping. her presence made the attendance a lot bigger and the atmosphere a whole lot more exciting.
"just a little bit of energy, yeah!"
you spotted sevika in her usual front row spot, admiring your act and jinx for finally getting out of her lair. sevika was holding the hand of a small blue-haired girl jumping around like a maniac watching jinx. it was a sweet sight, especially since they were both mouthing along the words of the song and sevika dancing a little with the girl hanging off her mechanical arm.
"i wanna try somethin' fun right now!"
the crowd set off their flares of blue and the scene was clouded with aqua while you and jinx continued to sing and entertain.
"i guess some people call it anarchy!"
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after your numbers were over, you thanked the crowd, thanked jinx, and thanked sevika for planning it all and giving her credit where it was due. she was a little bashful but it made her all the more authentic to you.
"this was really fun!" you approached sevika once she had pawned off the small girl to jinx, the two of them giggling together. "i'd love to show more spots like this. i've never seen zaun so pumped up."
"you were great. you and jinx really hit it off on stage, the people loved you two."
it was your first real conversation with the left hand of zaun and it was a little silly how starstruck you were. she was a bigger fan of yours and you were the actual pop star here.
"i saw that you loved us too," you poked a little fun with her. "knowing all the lyrics, dancing along..."
she, of all people, got flustered and scoffed, waving off your words. she had a good time watching your act, just like she always did, but someone actually noticing it for once kind of embarrassed her.
"well, if ever you wanna see a little shimmy from me again, don't hesitate to reach out for a gig. with how much jinx, the kid, and i love your act, zaun'll be in the clouds with how high you've lifted our spirits."
parting ways with sevika and waving goodbye to jinx and (seemingly) her younger sister, you couldn't help but feel giddy. the most revered and loyal person in zaun was a fan of yours, she wanted to keep spotting your act, and now you had jinx as a wingwoman on stage. you never thought life could get any better as a little singer from the underground.
i'm sooooo sorry this took me so long But i am back to getting requests and asks written since i'm on break now :) feel free to send some!
#sevika#sevika arcane#arcane#sevika x reader#arcane x reader#arcane s2#dee's drabbles#dee's asks and requests
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