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i'll be home for christmas | part two
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: Having just caught your fiancé cheating on you, you decide to come back home from the big city to Austin for the month of December to try to figure out your next step. You had no idea you would be getting more than you bargained for with the handsome single dad who built your parents' house.
Chapter Warnings: no outbreak, modern day but Joel is 40, language, fluff, very soft!joel, flirting, kissing, hallmark movie tropes up the wazoo, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce, reader's sister is pregnant, hurt/comfort, explicit smut (18+MDNI), (somewhat) unproteced piv sex, angst (but you know there will be a happy ending, this is Hallmark, after all)
WC: 12K
A/N: I am so overwhelmed at the response I received for part one. No contest, it's my most successful story to date, and I can't thank you all enough â€ïž I really hope you enjoy this part just as much. Please read the warnings, this has some (very sweet and soft) smut at the end, so if it isn't your thing, feel free to skip it.
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Joel sat in his truck, the engine long cooled down by now, as he stared blankly at his garage door, waiting for the stupid grin to leave his face before he went inside to face his brother. But he had been sitting there for almost twenty minutes, and he was still smiling behind the back of his hand.
That date with you was perfect. Well, he could have done without getting knocked on his ass by some kid, but it worked out for him in the end, so he didn't mind.
Goddamn, did you make him feel good. There was no way he would be able to sleep that night, he was sure of it. Not after the way you looked at him, touched him, kissed him. A big part of him wondered for a long time if he would spend the rest of his life alone, believing that lightning doesn't strike twice, that he would never find anyone who would look at him and want him the way you did.
He ignored the nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him you didn't live there, that you would be going back to New York in a couple short weeks. He couldn't let that bring him down just yet, that was a problem for another day. Right now, his only problem was resisting the urge to drive back to your house and scoop you up in his arms so he could make you feel as good as he felt.
It was close to midnight, so he caved and went inside, hoping his brother would be too groggy to interrogate him. When he walked in and saw Tommy and Sarah lounging on the couch, wide awake and watching some action flick, his face fell.
"Hey, it is way past your bedtime, the hell are you doin'?" Joel scolded, sliding off his boots.
"Dad, c'mon, it's the weekend," Sarah whined.
"Don't care, you know the rules," he told her, trying to sound firm, but he had such a soft spot for her that he never succeeded in sounding threatening.
"But it's a special occasion, I wanted to hear how your date went," she grinned, sitting up and wiggling her eyebrows. Joel's jaw dropped and shot a glare at his brother while stretching his arms out at his side in disbelief.
"Oh, come on, she practically dragged it outta me," Tommy smirked.
"Unbelievable," Joel muttered, collapsing on the end of the couch and rubbing his eyes.
"So?" Sarah pushed, tucking her legs underneath her excitedly.
"I ain't talkin' about this with you," he said, biting his cheek as he stared at the TV.
"Why not?" she pouted, but Joel just shook his head.
"Go brush your teeth," he said.
"Fine," she replied, rolling her eyes as she made her way to the stairs. "But I'll get it out of you one day."
She stomped upstairs and it wasn't until Joel heard the water running that he turned to his brother.
"What the hell, Tommy? You know I didn't want her knowin' about that," he said, exasperated.
"Oh, relax," Tommy said, stretching his arms above his head. "She's sixteen, Joel. She's smart. She figured it out herself, I just confirmed it after gettin' the third degree."
Joel sighed and tipped his head back onto the sofa, closing his eyes.
"Christ," he muttered.
"What's the big deal?"
Joel sat up and opened his eyes.
"Big deal is, she lives in New York. There's no future there, we were just hangin' out, and I don't need Sarah gettin' her hopes up," Joel explained, trying to downplay his feelings, but his chest squeezed at the thought of you leaving one day.
"Ever hear of long distance?" Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That never works," Joel replied, shaking his head.
"Well, maybe you should make it work," he said, sitting up and muting the TV. "You know, Sarah just wants you to be happy, Joel. We both do," Tommy said somberly. "Told me tonight she's worried about you bein' all alone when she goes off to college."
"I'll be alright," he said gruffly, although the same thought was plaguing his mind recently, as well.
Tommy stared at his brother a moment as Joel watched the TV, pretending to follow the story even though there was no audio. He decided to drop it for now and changed the subject.
"So, you gonna tell me how it went or what?"
Joel bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself from smiling, but he failed. Tommy noticed right away and grinned, leaning forward to tap his knee.
"I know that look," he said, still grinning.
"Yeah, alright," Joel finally said with a smile. "It was great. Really fuckin' great."
"Hell yeah!" Tommy yelled, and Joel immediately shushed him, pointing upstairs.
"She's funny and she's sweet, we had a real nice time," Joel said, his grin permanently etched on his face now.
"I figured it went well since you got home so late," Tommy replied with a wink.
"I ain't gonna sleep with her on the first date," he whispered, just in case Sarah was listening. He settled back into the couch as Tommy turned the TV volume back on, letting the movie play for a minute before adding, "She's a good kisser, though."
"Oh, I can't wait to meet this girl," Tommy chuckled with a shake of his head. "Haven't seen you smile this much in years."
"Yeah, well," Joel replied noncommittally, still smiling like an idiot and staring at the TV. He decided to stay downstairs that night, finishing the movie and then starting another one on the couch long after Tommy left, unable to quiet down his mind long enough to fall asleep until nearly three in the morning.
You woke up the next day, stretching your arms above your head with a big yawn, not ready to get out of bed yet but the voices downstairs told you it must have been late. With a groan, you reached over and snatched your phone off the charger. When you saw you had a text waiting for you, your heart skipped a beat until you read Sydney's name and not Joel's. Your eyes flicked to the top of the screen, noting it was close to ten in the morning, before sliding open the text.
Sydney: sorry forgot to reply yesterday. I saw will at black & blue, he was hammered and falling all over the place
You scowled, not interested in whatever your ex was up to, so you replied with just the thumbs up emoji and set your phone back down.
Staring at the ceiling, you dreamily thought about your date with Joel. God, he really took you by surprise. You were proud of yourself for taking that first big step forward and putting yourself out there again, but you had no idea it would feel like this. You weren't even sure you ever felt like this with Will. Even when things were good, Will never treated you the way Joel did last night. He was so earnest and respectful, opening doors for you and actually listening to you talk about work. And he didn't even try to feel you up, either, although you probably wouldn't have minded. Maybe it was those Southern manners you were missing this whole time.
With a groan, you dropped your phone back on the nightstand and swung your legs over the edge of your bed, wrapping yourself in your robe, still not expecting it to be so cold in Texas. Even though it was December, it was unusual.
You made your way into the kitchen and made a beeline for the coffee, tossing a wave in the direction of your parents sitting with your sister and brother in law in the living room.
"She lives!" Cassie exclaimed with a smug look on her face. You held your mug up to your lips and blew on the liquid, frowning when the whole family was looking at you with matching, goofy smirks.
"Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" your mom asked innocently. You squinted at her as you sat down, not buying it.
"How was your date?" your sister asked. You took a sip of coffee before replying.
"Good," you said simply, nodding your head. Your mom and dad exchanged a look and you frowned again, getting annoyed.
"What?" you asked loudly.
"Nothing!" your dad said, looking back down at his newspaper. Who even still gets the newspaper delivered anymore, anyway?
"Josh, what's going on?" you asked your sister's husband, knowing he was the weakest link. He glanced nervously between you and Cassie.
"They saw you and Joel on the Ring camera," he blurted out, and your family all groaned in unison. Your face flushed beet red, gawking at them all in disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?" you screeched.
"We didn't mean to, Bucky. Dad was reviewing the footage because he couldn't find the newspaper this morning and, well..." your mom trailed off, trying to hide her smile.
"Oh my god," you whined, tucking your legs to your chest and hiding your face.
"Looked like the date was a little more than good," Cassie teased, and you smacked her on the leg.
"I can't believe this," you mumbled to yourself, hiding your face behind your coffee mug and praying someone would change the subject. "How much did you see?"
"Just from when he pulled in the driveway til when you went inside," your mom said with a shrug.
"That's, like, everything, Mom! Oh my god!" Your face was hot with embarrassment now.
"He looks like a good kisser, is he a good kisser?" Cassie asked.
"Shut up!" you whined, covering your face with your free hand.
"There's nothin' to be embarrassed about, he was a gentleman. Held the door open for you and everythin'," your dad murmured, and you groaned.
"Can we talk about literally anything else, please?" you begged.
"Of course!" your mom said, her eyes flicking around the room, waiting for someone to say something, but nobody spoke.
"I'm sorry, Buck, but you gotta see the the smile on his face after you went inside, it was so cute," Cassie said, pulling out her phone.
"I'm going upstairs!" you announced, jumping up from the couch.
"Wait! Are you still coming by later to help paint the nursery?"
"I don't know, are there any cameras there?" you shouted over your shoulder as your climbed the stairs with your coffee to hide in the sanctity of the guest bedroom.
"Well, no. Only because I haven't set the baby monitor up yet," Cassie called back and giggled when she heard you slam your door.
Grumbling to yourself, you flopped back into bed and picked up your phone, looking for a distraction from your embarrassment. You quickly found one when you saw you had a missed text from Joel.
Joel Miller: Question for you - when is the earliest you should text someone without looking too pathetic after you've had the best date of your life?
You grinned as you typed out a response.
You: answer - whatever time you sent this text :)
Joel Miller: Oh, good. Thought I scared you off, sent that about ten minutes ago.
You: sorry, I was downstairs talking to my family, forgot to bring my phone. And I don't think you could ever scare me off
You almost told him about the doorbell camera fiasco, but decided against it. Picking up your mug, you tried not to stare too hard at your phone as you waited for a reply.
Joel Miller: What are you doing later?
Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him again so soon, then quickly stopped yourself, remembering your promise to your sister.
You: I told my sister I would help paint the nursery...
Joel Miller: That's a shame. I was hoping you could teach me something again.
You: oh? lol
Joel Miller: I just realized how that sounded - I meant wrapping Christmas presents for Sarah. I'm awful at it and I have another hunch gift wrapping is a secret talent of yours.
You giggled and rolled over in bed, your embarrassment long forgotten now.
You: you might be right... how about tomorrow?
Joel took the porch steps two at a time, eager to see you again and it hadn't even been a full two days. His finger barely pressed the doorbell when he heard your voice call out I got it! and the door swung open. You smiled up at him, your eyes lighting up before dropping your gaze to his mouth.
"Hi," you said breathlessly.
"Hey," he replied, swallowing roughly.
"Have a nice time, Bucky!" your mom's voice rang out somewhere behind you as you shut the door quickly. Joel grinned, his gaze drifting from your eyes to your mouth before leaning in. You put your hand on his chest and tilted your head back before grabbing his hand and leading him to his truck. Confused, he followed behind and tried not to stare too long at the way your jeans perfectly hugged your ass.
You led him to the passenger side of the truck, but when he reached out to open the door, you snaked your hand up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face down for a searing kiss only when you were sure you were hidden from view.
"Would I sound crazy if I said I missed you?" you whispered.
"No," Joel replied, shaking his head and trying to calm his pounding heart. "Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you."
"Me, too," you admitted softly, gazing up at him with your beautiful eyes all wide and burning with desire.
He cradled your face in his calloused hand, the other flattened firmly against the truck door behind you as he stared into your eyes, fighting the urge to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist so he could pin you against his truck and let you feel just how badly he missed you.
Then, you heard your dad's SUV unlock and your eyes widened in panic.
"Shit," you muttered. "We should go. I think they're heading out."
"Alright, maybe I should say 'hi' real quick," he said, pushing himself off the truck and letting his hand drop from your face.
"No! That's okay, we'll be stuck here forever if you do," you said hurriedly. He gave you a curious smile but agreed before opening the door for you and hopping into the driver's seat.
He waited until he backed out of the driveway and was heading down your street before shooting you a sideways glance.
"Everythin' okay?"
You sighed and rubbed your palms over your face before clearing your throat.
"So, remember the other night on the porch, after you dropped me off?"
He smirked and nodded.
"Yeah, I think I remember," he teased.
"Well," you began. "My family saw us on the doorbell camera the next morning," you cringed.
He laughed, throwing his head back just a bit so he could still keep an eye on the road, and shook his head.
"Oh, I hate those fuckin' things," he said, but he was still laughing.
You grinned, your nerves and unease dissipating quickly.
"You're not embarrassed?"
"Nah," he said with a shrug, then turned his head briefly to look at you. "I'm sure we put on a good show."
You giggled, your cheeks tinting pink, and turned your head to look out the window.
"Alright," he said after a minute. "I've waited long enough and I gotta ask."
You swiveled back towards him, waiting for him to continue.
"What's the story with the nickname?"
You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut.
"It's so unbelievably stupid," you said, but he shook his head.
"Well, now you gotta tell me."
"Fine," you said, rolling your eyes, but your playful smile gave you away.
"It's Buck, or Bucky. Short for Bucket," you began.
"Bucket?" he repeated, bewildered.
"I warned you it was stupid!" you protested, and he chuckled. "Anyway, when I was little, my sister and her friends had a sleepover one time, and I overheard them swearing."
"Okay," Joel said slowly, nodding along while he kept his eyes pinned to the road.
"I always looked up to my sister, I was like her shadow when I was younger. So, when I heard them swearing, I wanted to be like them, too, you know?"
"Yeah, I follow," he replied, still not sure how the story related to your nickname.
"Well, thing is, I misheard them. They were saying 'fuck it', but I heard 'bucket'," you explained. "So I went to school and, thinking I sounded cool, I would say 'bucket' to all my friends. We were little, they had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained to them it's a swear word. Before I knew it, I had the whole class saying 'bucket' any time someone dropped something, or got a bad grade on a test, or whatever."
Joel howled with laughter, gripping the steering wheel for dear life as he tried to make it safely into his driveway.
"The principal called my parents and told them what was happening," you continued, joining in and giggling. "They got me home, and-" you doubled over, clutching your stomach as Joel put the truck in park and slumped over the steering wheel, his body shaking as he laughed.
"And I had to tell them the whole story, about why I kept saying it and-" you wiped the tears from your eyes as you took a deep breath. "And - oh my god - my sister got grounded for two weeks-" Another fit of laughter washed over Joel, tears streaming down his face.
"Wait, wait," he gasped, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn to face you. "You got in trouble in school, and your sister ended up gettin' punished?"
"Yes!" you squeaked, still giggling.
"Oh, shit," he breathed, panting as he leaned the back of his head against the seat rest. "Can't believe you thought that was stupid. That's gotta be the funniest thing I heard in a long while."
"Well, I'm glad I could brighten your day," you said, still grinning.
He rolled his head back towards you, his soft gaze drifting up and down your frame quickly before stopping on your eyes.
"You really do, y'know," he said quietly, and you furrowed your brow, tilting your head in confusion.
"Brighten my day," he clarified.
You bit your lower lip and smiled, looking away as the flush began to return to your cheeks.
"Come on, charmer. Why don't we go teach you how to wrap presents?"
You never really gave much thought as to what Joel's house would look like, but once you saw it, it immediately felt like him. It was a smaller, two bedroom house. When you first walked in, you entered a living room with a leather couch and an oversized recliner. A big screen TV was front and center across from the couch, with a few framed pictures of Joel and Sarah mounted on the wall next to it.
"You want somethin' to drink?" Joel asked, making sure to slide the coat from your shoulders before shrugging off his own.
"Maybe just water," you said, following him into the kitchen. You gasped when you saw his cupboards and immediately rushed over to them while he pulled two bottles of water from the stainless steel fridge.
"Oh my god, Joel," you whispered, running your fingers gently over the designs. Each one looked different but somehow they all were cohesive. Some had small flowers or butterflies carved into the corners, while others had simple, yet intricate designs grooved into the wood.
"Had to practice somehow," he said, feeling his cheeks flush as he walked over to hand you your water.
"God, it's so beautiful," you said breathlessly, unable to look away from the dark, stained wood. Your fingers danced over some stars etched into one of doors, your eyes wide with awe, but he was focused entirely on you. He couldn't get enough of watching the delicate features on your face light up whenever you found something new that pleased you.
"How long does this take for you to do?" you asked, finally dragging your eyes away to look up at him. Your throat tightened when you noticed the heat behind his stare, your pulse fluttering in your neck.
"Depends," he murmured. "Some are faster than others, but I prefer to go slow and take my time. Anythin' worthwhile takes time. Gotta show it respect, gotta care for it."
His low and sultry tone made your face flush, forgetting for a moment you were talking about woodworking.
"Y-yeah," you stammered, clearing your throat. Suddenly, you were feeling short of breath. "That makes sense."
He gazed down at you for another moment, his eyes slowly raking over your face as if committing it to memory before speaking again. Your entire body felt hot, and you cursed yourself for wearing such a thick sweater.
"Ready to go upstairs?" he murmured, still staring at you in a way that made your spine tingle.
"Huh?" you whispered, completely entranced by his deep, brown eyes.
"The presents?" he reminded you with a small smirk.
"Oh, right," you said, finally blinking and looking away. You shakily opened your water bottle after he turned around to lead you to the stairs, your mouth suddenly extremely dry.
As you walked up the steps, you tried to get a look at the pictures that lined the wall, but it was difficult to do without tripping. You thought you had finally gotten your head on straight after that moment in the kitchen, but when you realized he was leading you to his bedroom, you felt the tremble return to your hands.
"Sorry, had to hide everythin' in my closet, she's too nosy," he said over his shoulder.
"No problem," you squeaked, trying not to stare at his neatly made bed. Your eyes briefly drifted over the end tables filled with personal effects. You thought you saw a chapstick, a cord for a phone charger, and a worn paperback book, but you didn't want him to catch you, so you looked away quickly.
He opened his closet and you were surprised to find his clothes packed away so neatly. For a bachelor, he kept a really clean house. He pulled out the bags of gifts from the shelf above his clothes, then the wrapping paper, which was leaning against the corner.
"D'you think we got enough room?" he asked, glancing around at the floor.
"Yeah, of course," you said, sitting down crossed legged on the carpet. You reached out for the wrapping paper and rolled it out in front of you as he sat down at your side, taking out her gifts one by one. You felt yourself involuntarily clench as you watched his large hands deftly lay out each item on the floor, his muscles twitching slightly under the tanned skin of his exposed forearms.
"I know what you're thinkin'," he said, and your eyes widened in surprise. "I spoil her, I know, but she's such a good kid, I can't help myself."
That was definitely not what you were thinking, but you chose to keep that to yourself.
"I think it's sweet," you told him. "You seem like a really good dad."
Now it was his turn to blush. He tried to turn his head away so you wouldn't see, murmuring his thanks as you each picked an item to start. After a quick tutorial, which included way too much tape and ripped paper, Joel finally seemed to get the technique down. It only took until about halfway through the pile for you to muster up the courage to bring up a topic you couldn't help but be curious about.
"So," you began, hoping you came off nonchalant. "Is Sarah with her mom this Christmas, or..."
Joel's fingers fumbled for a moment with the wrapping paper, but he quickly recovered.
"Uh, no," he replied, keeping his eyes cast down on the shoe box in front of him. "She's not in Sarah's life anymore."
"Oh," you said, unable to keep the surprise from your voice, but you didn't push him any further. Your mind was scrambling, trying to think of something else to talk about, when he sighed and leaned back, abandoning the gift.
"I'm sorry, this is all so new to me, I probably should've told you about her sooner," he said, feeling guilty, but you quickly shook your head.
"No, you don't have to-"
"I want to," he said, cutting you off. You clamped your mouth shut and turned your body so you could give him your full attention, leaving the hair dryer you were wrapping on the floor next to you.
He drew a shaky breath in and looked up at the ceiling before speaking.
"There's not much to say, really. I'm still not always sure what happened," he began. You nodded, staying quiet and letting him take his time. "We were together since high school, ended up stayin' together after graduation. Sarah was a surprise, we were both still so young but we made it work. It was hard, but once me and Tommy got the business goin', it made things a bit easier."
Your fingers tangled together in your lap as you listened, refusing to say anything until he was done. His gaze drifted towards a fixed point on the wall as he continued.
"From what I gathered, she felt like havin' Sarah so young robbed her from doin' certain things in life," he said heavily. "Said she couldn't do it anymore. Didn't want her life to pass her by and be full of regret."
You bit your lip. The pain was clear as day on his face and it was making your chest ache.
"Well, anyway. I thought maybe she would go off for a couple months, do whatever it was she thought she was missin' out on. Parties, college... other men," he added the last part quietly, and you dropped your gaze to the floor. "Get it out of her system, y'know? But she just... never came back. Eventually, the calls came less and less, and I put two and two together. Didn't even get a courtesy call before I got served with the papers."
He rubbed his eyes, trying so hard not to look like a blubbering idiot in front of you. You reached your hand out and placed it gently on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He dropped his hand from his face to cover yours, staring at your coupled hands for a moment.
"Joel-"
"It was just so fuckin' hard on Sarah, y'know?" he said, his voice cracking. "I had no idea what to tell her. She cried almost every night, askin' me why her mom didn't love her anymore."
"Oh, Joel," you whispered, unable to hold back any longer. You closed the small gap between you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into your chest, your fingers gently raking through his hair. "I'm so sorry," you told him, burying your nose in the hair on top of his head, breathing in the citrus scent from his shampoo.
He didn't say a word. He just tugged you closer and closed his eyes, leaning into your comforting touch with a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry," he finally managed to croak out. "I'm throwin' way too much at you, I know you didn't sign up for this."
"Shh," you whispered into his hair, then tilted his face up to look at you, his dark brown eyes glassy with unshed tears. "It's okay," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. A solitary tear slipped down his cheek when he pulled back to look deep into your eyes.
"It's okay," you repeated, wiping away the tear with the pad of your thumb before placing another gentle kiss against his lips.
He hummed contently against your mouth, sliding his hand up to the back of your neck and pressing his lips more firmly against your own, scared to let you go because if he did, he was sure he would fall apart.
Your grip on his hair tightened as he leaned forward, one strong arm wrapped around your midsection and the other pressed against your back. You mumbled something against his mouth when he tried to lay you down and knocked over a small pile of DVDs.
"Fuck," he whispered and, oh god, the way he said it made your legs turn to jelly and your cheeks flare with heat.
Frustrated, he tightened his grip around you and lifted you up, refusing to break the kiss. A tiny, high pitched squeak slipped past your lips as you wrapped your legs around his hips, letting him carry you to his bed.
He laid you down carefully on top of his plush, navy striped comforter. You sighed into his mouth, your legs loosening around his waist and falling open while you dragged your hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to keep him close. He hovered above you, balancing all his weight on his elbows while his fingers played with the ends of your impossibly soft hair.
He slipped his tongue easily past your lips with a low groan, the noise going straight to your core, making the ache between your legs almost painful while your tongue danced with his, the two already so familiar with each other.
You tipped your head back with a gasp, desperate for air, but he kept going, unable to stop himself. His lips brushed against your jaw before his teeth and prickly beard scraped against the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. You let out a needy whimper and arched your back at the sensation, pushing your breasts into his broad chest as goosebumps spread over your whole body.
"Oh god, Joel," you whined softly, squeezing your eyes shut.
"Yeah, baby?" he replied, his voice thick and muffled against your neck. Baby. Jesus, this man was unraveling you so fast, it was making your head spin.
"I-I know we said this was casual, but-" the words got trapped in your throat as you cut yourself off, unable to finish your thought.
"I know," he said, his voice strained. "Fuck, I know."
He lifted his head away from your neck as he stared down at you, patting your hair back and away from your face as he panted slightly for breath.
You looked up at him, eyes watering as you tried not to think about your time coming to an end in a couple short weeks. You could tell he was thinking the same but didn't want to say it, the pain behind his eyes was obvious.
He blinked a couple times, the clouds clearing as he forced himself to focus on the present. He had you here in his arms, in his bed, underneath him right now. And he was going to be damned if he didn't soak up every single second.
He leaned back down and locked his lips on yours again, this time moving slower, more gentle and tender. He wanted to treat you right. You deserved it, and he wasn't going to give you anything less than what you deserved while he still had you.
You loosened your grip on his arms and allowed your hands to drift to the buttons of his flannel, slowly and shakily undoing them. His heart began to slam against his chest when he realized what you were doing, his mind going fuzzy with desire.
He pulled his head back when you were about halfway down his shirt, looking down hazily at your fingers working open the buttons as he desperately tried to think straight.
"Dad?" Sarah called from downstairs, the front door slamming shut. "Are you here?"
"Shit," Joel mumbled, scrambling off of you as he clumsily tried to redo his buttons. You jumped off the bed, leaning over so you could see into the mirror above his dresser, raking your hands through your tangled hair and quickly fixing your sweater.
"Yeah!" Joel shouted back, glancing over at you to make sure you were decent. "Sorry," he whispered, but you just grinned. Then his eyes fell to the half wrapped presents on the floor.
"Wait! Don't come up-" he called out as he heard her skipping up the steps. Joel grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the room, closing the door behind you both just in time.
"What? Why?" Sarah asked, then froze when she saw you. She looked up at Joel, then back to you, and a slow smile spread across her face.
"Ohhh..." she said with her hands on her hips. "Now I see."
"N-no, it's not what it looks like, she was just helpin' me wrap some gifts," Joel stammered, jutting his thumb over his shoulder. You shifted your weight nervously as you looked back and forth between them.
"Then why are you missing a button on your shirt?"
You both glanced down at his flannel, and she was right. He missed fixing a button in all the chaos. Your face flushed beet red as you stared at the ground while Joel hurriedly fixed the button, cursing under his breath. When you dared to look back up at his daughter, she was smirking playfully at you. Joel cleared his throat.
"Sarah, this is-"
"Yeah, I know, I remember from the party. The pretty dress, right?" she asked, and you nodded.
"Yeah, that's right. Nice to see you again," you said awkwardly.
She nodded, still smirking and looking at you and Joel. You could tell she loved catching her dad in this uncomfortable situation.
"Oh, crap. I forgot. Uncle Tommy is waiting for you in the driveway, said he needed your help unloading some work stuff out from the back of his truck," Sarah said.
"Ah, dammit, alright. You okay for a couple minutes?" he asked you, eyebrows raised.
"Of course," you said. He nodded, walking down the hall past Sarah, muttering "be good" to her as he walked by.
You listened as Joel made his way down the stairs and out the front door, leaving you and Sarah in silence, still staring at one another.
"I'm sorry, we really were wrapping gifts," you assured her.
"It's okay," she said with a shrug. "Last year he used duct tape on my presents, I know he needs the help."
You giggled, causing her to laugh, as well.
"Do you play an instrument?" you asked, just noticing the case on the floor next to her feet.
"Yeah, violin. I had practice after school today," she said, picking it up.
"Oh, cool. I played piano growing up, but I was never any good," you said, sliding your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.
"I have my school's Christmas recital on Friday," she said. "My first solo."
"Oh my god!" you said, clapping your hands together, genuinely impressed. "That's incredible! You must be so excited!"
"Yeah, at first, but now I'm getting nervous," she said, glancing down at the case in her hand. "You wanna hear me play?"
"Duh. Absolutely," you said with a grin. Her eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across her face again.
"O-okay. This is my room right here," she said, turning to her right and opening the door. "Sorry it's messy, my dad's gonna kill me."
"It's totally fine," you said, walking in and sitting down at the edge of her bed. You glanced around the room as she set up her music stand. On the pink walls, she had posters up of her favorite bands with a calendar and string lights draped across the room.
"I really like your room," you said, squinting to look at the stickers and drawings she had on her headboard.
"Thanks," she said sheepishly. "My dad let me do whatever I wanted."
You were about to comment on the various trophies she had on her windowsill when Sarah spoke again.
"Just so you know, I don't mind that you're seeing my dad."
Your eyes shot up to hers in surprise, not sure what to say. You hadn't really had a chance to talk to Joel about your relationship and how that would affect his daughter.
"He's been in such a good mood this past week, and he won't tell me but I know it's because of you," she said, pinning you with a familiar brown gaze.
"Oh, that's so sweet, Sarah," you said, finally finding your voice. "Thank you. That means a lot."
"You're welcome," she said. "I just want him to be happy again."
You dropped your gaze to your lap, your chest tightening at the thought of Joel being so lonely all these years.
"Me, too," you whispered, still looking down. Sarah regarded you for a minute before slapping her palms against the tops of her thighs and leaned down to pick up her violin.
"You ready?" she asked. You looked up and nodded, giving her an encouraging smile and sat back to listen as she began playing a hauntingly beautiful version of 'Silent Night'.
Sarah got about halfway through the song when she hit the wrong note and abruptly stopped, dropping her chin to her chest in frustration.
"Hey, it's okay," Joel heard you say softly as he walked back up the stairs. He paused at the top, right outside Sarah's room to listen.
"It's okay to make mistakes. Just go slower, take your time. Anything worthwhile takes time," you told her, and he smiled when he heard his earlier words to you repeated back to his daughter. He took a step forward to lean against the doorframe and watch the two of you, your back to him as you sat on her bed.
"Okay," Sarah said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes before lifting the violin to her chin and starting over.
Joel listened to Sarah play the same song he's heard a million times already in just the past month alone, but kept his eyes trained on you. The way you gave her your full, undivided attention and encouraged her with a smile or a thumbs up when she would glance over at you shyly made his chest ache.
When Sarah successfully finished the song with no mistakes, you jumped up from the bed, clapping and cheering for her, making Sarah giggle and hide behind her hands.
Fuck, this was going to be so hard.
"Dad?" Sarah asked the next morning over her bowl of cereal.
"Yeah, baby girl?" he replied, frowning as he pulled his bread from the toaster. He sucked his fingertips into his mouth, trying to bring some relief to the quickly reddening skin.
"Can your friend come to my recital tomorrow?"
Joel froze, his fingers still pressed against his tongue as he slowly turned around to look at her. He dropped his hand and took a deep breath.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," he replied.
"You don't think she would wanna go?" Sarah asked, her eyebrows pinched together.
"No, it's not that, I'm sure she would," he said, trying to find the right words.
"Then what's the problem?"
Joel sighed and picked his mug up from the counter, then walked over to join her at the table.
"She doesn't live here, baby. She's goin' back to New York in another week or so, I don't want you gettin' too attached," he finally admitted, watching Sarah closely as she considered his words.
"Well, you guys like each other, right?" she asked, and Joel smirked.
"Yeah, but it ain't that simple."
"Yes, it is, Dad," she said, rolling her eyes and dipping her spoon back into her bowl. "My friend Katy was dating this guy last year and he switched schools over the summer. They're still together, it doesn't matter," Sarah said with a shrug, taking a bite of cereal.
If the topic didn't fill Joel with a sense of dread, he would have chuckled at the comparison, but instead he just sat there quietly, watching his daughter as she finished her cereal and scrolled on her phone.
Sarah pulled on her backpack and was sliding on her sneakers to catch the bus when she called back to Joel over her shoulder.
"Just ask her, okay? Please, Dad?"
Joel sighed, hanging his head between his shoulders and paused his hands over the dishes in the sink.
"Alright," he relented, and he heard Sarah clap her hands behind him before slamming the front door shut.
You: good morning :)
Joel Miller: Good Morning, sweetheart. I didn't think you would be up this early.
You: couldn't fall back asleep. What are you doing
Joel Miller: Just getting to work. Why couldn't you fall back asleep?
You thought about it for a minute from under the pile of blankets on your bed, rolling to your side before answering.
You: I was thinking about you...
Joel Miller: Good thoughts, I hope?
You: VERY ;)
His throat went dry when he opened the text. He glanced around outside his car window, making sure he was still the only one on the job site before replying.
Joel Miller: What are you trying to tell me, baby?
You smirked and bit down on your lip.
You: I was wishing you were in bed with me right now
"Shit," he muttered to himself, glancing around once again before adjusting his pants.
Joel Miller: Me too, what are you wearing?
The answer came back almost immediately.
You: nothing
He groaned and rubbed his palms roughly over his face.
Joel Miller: You're killing me, baby. I have to get working in a minute.
You: i'm sorry ;)
You: I promised my parents I would go to dinner with them tonight, but are you free tomorrow?
Joel took a deep breath, trying to clear the onslaught of inappropriate thoughts from his head when he remembered his promise to Sarah.
Joel Miller: It's Sarah's recital tomorrow night. She asked me to invite you this morning, did you want to go?
He nervously chewed his cheek for a moment before sending another text.
Joel Miller: No pressure, I can tell her you're busy.
He sent his second text right as your reply came through.
You: I would love to!
He grinned and raked his fingers through his hair. Tommy's knuckles tapped on the outside of Joel's window, making him jump. He held up a finger before sending you a quick answer.
Joel Miller: Sounds great. I'll pick you up. Try to go back to sleep. Dream of me.
Joel opened the door and slid his phone in his back pocket, a stupid grin etched across his face as he joined his brother in the half-built storefront they were working on.
"Oh man, you got it bad," Tommy said with a chuckle when he saw the look on Joel's face.
"Alright, what do you think of this one?" you asked Cassie as you stepped out of the bathroom modeling the sixth dress of the day.
"I liked the red one better," she said, glancing up from her phone.
"Are you sure? This one is a little more chic," you said, twisting around to look at your backside in the mirror.
"It's a high school recital, Buck. I don't think anyone is expecting 'chic'," she teased, and you rolled your eyes.
"Well, I just want to look nice, is all," you said, sitting next to her on your bed in a huff. You tapped your phone screen, frowning when all you had was another text from Sydney and nothing from Joel. You opened it up anyway, curiosity getting the best of you.
Sydney: OMG!!!!!!
You sent back three question marks and locked your phone with a sigh.
"You still wanna get together next week so we can look at apartments online for you?" she asked.
"Yeah," you said sadly, looking out the window.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you told her. "Just not ready to go back yet."
"Could that be because of a certain sexy contractor?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
"Shut up," you smirked, tossing a pillow at her lightly.
"Ooo you like him! Lookit how red you're getting!"
"I'm gonna kill you when that baby's out, you know that, right?" you giggled.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Cassie said, looking back down at her phone as the smile slowly faded from her face. "You know you don't have to go back, right?"
"What do you mean? My job is there, my life is there... everything is there," you replied. "Of course I have to go back."
"What life, though?" she asked, and you frowned at her. "Seriously, Buck. Aside from your job, which you hate, what's left?"
"Well, my friends are there. And I don't hate my job that much. I mean, everyone hates their job a little bit," you said with a shrug.
"Is this what you expected to do when you were in college? Is this what you wanted?" Cassie pressed, sitting up on the bed. "Are you even happy?"
You paused, letting her words roll around in your head for a moment.
"Well, I mean..." you trailed off, not sure how to answer her question.
"If you have to think about it this long, I think you know the answer," your sister said quietly. You groaned and rolled off the bed.
"I'm going back. I have to. I can't just give up because some guy broke my heart," you said, turning around so she could unzip the back of your dress.
"I'm just saying, think about it," Cassie replied. "I wouldn't hate it if my child's aunt was in their life more than twice a year!" she called after you as you shut the door to the bathroom.
Joel eagerly jogged up the porch steps and rang the doorbell, very aware of the camera this time while he fiddled with the cuffs on his dark red button down shirt. He heard high heels clicking on the other side of the door and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, which quickly vanished when you opened the door and he saw the dress you were wearing.
"Hi," you said with a shy smile, pulling a soft looking white cardigan on over your shoulders.
He thought he had greeted you. He could have sworn he said something, anything, that didn't make him look like a complete idiot, but apparently nothing came out because you scrunched your eyebrows together when you saw his face.
"Are you okay?" you asked, pulling the door shut behind you.
"Yeah, it's just - Jesus, you look so good," he managed to finally say, tilting his head back to stare up at the roof of the porch for a moment, taking a deep breath.
"Thank you," you said with a giggle. "You don't look half bad, yourself."
He rubbed his forehead, exasperated and flustered before pulling you quickly into his arms and latching his mouth onto yours with a groan.
"Joel," you pulled back breathlessly with a small smile and leaned your head to the side, trying to silently remind him of the doorbell. His eyes raked over you hungrily before shaking his head and pulling you back into a deep kiss.
Fuck the camera, let them see.
You giggled against his mouth, causing him to smile and break the kiss.
"Come on, I wanna get good seats," you said, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip to wipe off your lipstick that transferred. It caused his stomach to clench. That sweet, little intimate gesture made him ache for more so badly that he could hardly breathe.
He walked you around the front of his truck, opening the door and giving you a hand so you could hop onto the seat, the gorgeous red dress you were wearing hugging your curves just right and distracting him to no end.
On the walk around to the driver's side, he mentally scolded himself, reminding himself over and over that tonight was a big deal for his little girl and he needed to stay focused.
As he drove down the street, he realized that his hand instinctively found yours across the seat, his body craving the warmth and softness of your own. How on earth was he going to go back to the life he had before, now that he knows what it's like to bask in the heat of your touch?
Once he got to the school, he found a parking spot and jumped out of the truck. You had figured out by now that he preferred you to wait so he could open the car door for you, so you did. Swinging your legs over the side of the seat, you slid down into his waiting arms, your hands gently coming to rest on the tops of his shoulders. He gazed down at you with his arms loosely hanging around your waist. You saw his adam's apple bob in his throat while he let himself get lost in your warm, beautiful eyes. You lifted a finger from his shoulder, tracing an invisible line down the side of his cheek as you stared up at him with your plush lips parted so invitingly that it made his knees weak.
"Joel! Hey!" Tommy's voice called out from behind, snapping you both out of the moment. Joel sighed and untangled himself from you, taking your hand and leading you forward so he could shut the door before turning around to find his brother.
You could see the family resemblance immediately as Tommy approached you with a wide grin. His hair was a bit darker and a lot longer, and his beard was less full than Joel's, but he had the same soft, brown eyes that you had grown to know and love.
Love? Oh, no.
"Hey, Tommy," Joel said as he got closer, his hand pressed firmly on the small of your back. "This is-"
"Oh, I know who she is. How're you doin', darlin'?" Tommy asked, pulling you into a bear hug, taking you by surprise.
"I-I'm good," you squeaked shyly once he released you. "Nice to meet you."
"I've been dyin' to meet the little lady who's got my brother all wrapped up," he replied with a grin.
"Tommy!" Joel seethed warningly at your side, but you just giggled.
"I'm just messin' around. She knows that, right?" he said, shoving his hands in his coat pocket and rolling on the balls of his feet. "Supposed to snow next week, can you believe it?"
"Yeah, I heard we might get a couple feet," Joel said, steering you toward the doors to the auditorium. "Better get your shovel ready."
You settled in between the two brothers as you found a decent spot in the fourth row. Joel draped his arm around the back of your chair while he chatted with Tommy about work. You inadvertently leaned to the side and rested your shoulder against his chest as you glanced around the room, admiring the lit up garlands around the windows and Christmas trees on the stage with fake presents underneath.
When their conversation died down, Tommy pulled out his phone and began scrolling through social media, holding it low between his spread knees with his chin tucked into his chest.
Joel tilted his face forward to press his lips on the top of your head, breathing in a deep and contented breath. A small smile played across your lips as you turned your gaze up towards him, resting your cheek gently on his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, and as each of you slid your eyes closed for a moment, Tommy angled his phone to snap a quick picture, smiling to himself and making a mental note to show his brother later.
The lights dimmed and you all straightened up in your seats. You listened to the music teacher make a small speech at the beginning and politely clapped afterwards. You saw Sarah twice throughout the concert as part of the orchestra, smiling at how focused and beautiful she looked in her white dress. As the concert wound down, Sarah finally came out on stage for her solo, and the three of you eagerly leaned forward. At the last minute, you remembered to pull out your phone and start a video, telling yourself you were doing it for Joel so that he could be in the moment, but you knew you would end up watching it by yourself when you went back to New York City.
The performance was flawless. When it was over, the three of you lept up from your seats, cheering, jumping and clapping, making her wave and blush as she exited the stage. You sat down, giggling, as the people surrounding you gave you all polite smiles and chuckles, then quieted down for the finale.
When the lights came back up, everyone stood from their seats, murmuring and laughing while waiting for their kids to come out from backstage and take pictures. You saw a flash of white out of the corner of your eye and moved out of the way just in time for Sarah to run and jump up into Joel's arms, burying her face in his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut, his arms wrapped around her tightly, murmuring praise in her ear. You felt warmth spread across your chest as you watched them have their moment, the corners of your mouth turned up into a smile with your hands clasped together against your chest.
He let her down gently and she turned to give Tommy a quick hug. He spun her around, making her giggle and fidget with her dress before she turned to you.
"You came!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms loosely around your waist. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting such affection from her, but you quickly returned the hug.
"Of course I came! Thank you for inviting me," you said, pulling back with a grin. "You were absolutely perfect, I took a video, I'll send it to your dad so he can show you later."
"I did exactly what you told me, I slowed down and took my time," she beamed, and it gave you a new feeling deep in your chest that you never felt before.
"That's great, Sarah," you replied, your throat tight with emotion. Tommy dropped his gaze from you and ticked his jaw to the side, finally understanding why Joel was hesitant to let Sarah know about the two of you.
"Dad?" Sarah asked, turning away from you. "Can I sleep over at Katy's? She's having a bunch of girls over and her mom said it was okay."
"Uh, sure, baby girl. Don't you need clothes and stuff?"
"I have stuff I keep here in my locker for gym," she said.
"Well, alright, lemme talk to her mom first," he replied, glancing around the room.
"Thank you! She's right over here," she said, grabbing his hand. "Thanks for coming!" she called back last minute over her shoulder to you and Tommy, and you both smiled and waved as she dragged her father across the room.
"She's so talented," you said, turning to Tommy. He looked down at you and gave you a weak smile.
"Yeah, she's somethin' else," he said with a nod. "Hey, listen. I'm havin' a get together next week at my house. Little Christmas party, I guess. I invited a guy I met at your parents' house - Josh? He's comin' with his wife, Joel and Sarah'll be there, I'd love for you to come by if you can."
"Josh is my brother in law," you clarified for him. "That sounds great, I'll be there, thank you."
"You're welcome," Tommy said, then his brows pinched together as he opened his mouth again to speak. "Joel might kill me for sayin' this, but you gotta know how happy you've -"
"Ready to go?" Joel asked, sneaking up beside you. Tommy cleared his throat and gave his brother an innocent smile.
"Yep," you replied, dropping your hand to find his at your side, lacing your fingers together and giving him a gentle squeeze.
After saying goodbye to Tommy, Joel slowly led you through the parking lot to his truck, desperately trying to think of something else you could do, not ready to drop you off yet. He knew the time you had together was coming to an end, and he wanted to soak up every precious second. Especially after the way he saw you with Sarah: so warm and sweet and patient. He couldn't remember the last time he saw his daughter's eyes light up that way.
He prided himself on being a good father since his wife left. Always making sure to put Sarah first, that she got everything she could ever want or need. Especially his love. When his ex abandoned them, he made sure Sarah got every ounce of love he had, hoping it would help make up for the loss. But as hard as he tried, he could never fully fill both roles. There were just some things that a mother provided for her daughter that Joel couldn't give.
He didn't realize it until he saw you with Sarah earlier that night, and then it felt like everything shifted into focus for the first time in his life.
He held out his hand to help you get back into his truck, making sure your legs were safely tucked in before he gently shut the door.
Sitting in the driver's seat gripping the steering wheel, he stared straight ahead for a moment in complete silence, the keys still in his coat pocket while his mind reeled.
"Is everything okay?" you asked timidly. He blinked and turned to you.
"Yeah," he said hoarsely. He swallowed and looked at his watch.
"You wanna get coffee or somethin'? I know it's gettin' late but I'm sure some place's open," he said, deep in thought as he considered the cafés nearby.
"Don't you have coffee at your house?" you asked shyly. His eyes snapped up to yours and he saw the flush creeping up your neck and the rapid rise and fall of your chest.
Oh.
"Yeah, yes," he croaked, nervously clearing his throat. "Let's do that. I have- yeah, good idea," he stammered, fumbling with the keys in his pocket.
You smirked as you watched his shaky hand turn the key in the ignition. He twisted around to back out of the parking spot, and this time you gave into temptation, unbuckling your seatbelt so you could slide over and tuck yourself under his arm. He immediately pulled you closer, not even caring that you weren't wearing your seatbelt. He would make sure to drive safe. Nothing could possibly ruin that night. He wouldn't let it.
At stop lights, you would run your hand up his chest and plant small kisses against the corner of his mouth, filling him with a radiating bliss he never felt before.
Once you got back to his house, you shrugged off your sweater and trailed behind him as he made his way into the kitchen. You leaned against the wall and watched as he opened one of the cupboards - the one with the small birds carved into the bottom - and pulled down a can of coffee.
"I don't think I have any decaf," he said turning to look at you.
"I don't want coffee, Joel," you said lowly. He swallowed roughly and put the can on the counter.
"What d'you want, then?"
You pushed yourself off the wall and slowly walked towards him, his eyes skating up and down your body as you approached. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you tilted your face up to gaze at him, your mouth hovering over his own.
"I want you."
His eyes fluttered closed as your lips slotted against his, his rough hands immediately coming up to cup your smooth face, holding you firmly against his mouth. Christ, he would never get tired of kissing you. If he could do it every single day for the rest of his life, he would. He knew it seemed crazy. He knew you just met, but he couldn't help the way you made him feel.
"Let's go upstairs," you whispered, nipping at his lower lip.
He couldn't speak. He just nodded in a daze and let you lead him coyly up the steps, then turned around to walk backwards down the hall towards his bedroom so you could pull him tightly against your body. His big hands gripped your waist while his tongue slipped past your lips, searching for its mate.
You reached behind you blindly, your hand fighting with the doorknob as his big frame caged you in against the wood, his masculine scent invading your senses and making it difficult to think. Finally, the door swung open and you both stumbled in, a giggle erupting from your throat as your fingers got to work undoing the buttons on his dress shirt.
You hurriedly tugged his button down off, leaving it in a heap on the floor as you slid your palms underneath the white t-shirt he had on, feeling the warm skin of his stomach and chest for the first time.
"Off," you whispered, your heart getting stuck in your throat when he yanked the shirt over his head, leaving his upper body completely bare to you. Your mouth went dry as you drank him in, then lunged forward, your lips brushing up his sternum until you reached his collarbone. You sucked on a bit of tanned skin there with a moan, then slipped your tongue out to press wetly against the red mark you left, feeling drunk off the taste of his sweat.
He gently pushed you backwards so he could ease you down onto his bed, his breath growing erratic and desperate with each little bite you left on his chest. God, has anyone ever desired him this much before? Has he really been missing out on this his entire life?
"Baby, we're gonna have to stop soon if you don't want this to go any further," he murmured. He found himself in the familiar position of hovering above you while his hand slid down your leg and toyed with the hem of your dress.
"I don't think I can take much more, tell me to stop," he whispered when you didn't answer, running the tip of his nose softly against your cheek.
"I don't want you to stop," you gasped as his fingers slipped underneath your dress. You tilted your head back and moaned when you felt his fingertips brush against the damp fabric of your panties.
His mouth hungrily devoured the exposed cleavage of your breasts, growing frustrated with the fabric of your dress keeping him from seeing all of you.
"Sit up," he demanded, leaning back and pulling his hand from between your legs. You obeyed, and he made short work of your zipper, pulling it all the way down so you could shimmy out, leaving you in just your underwear.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. You let yourself fall back gently on the bed, spreading your arms out above your head so he could see every inch of you in the moonlight.
He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He kept waiting for his alarm to go off and reality to slap him across the face, but it never came. His heart was pounding so fast, he was sure you could hear it as he leaned back down and nibbled at your exposed jaw while his calloused hand cupped your soft breast, his thumb flicking over your hardening nipple.
You scraped your nails over his shoulders and down his chest as you arched your back, pressing into his hand, needing to feel the heat of his skin against your own. Your stomach flipped as you made your way down to his belt, and with shaky fingers, pulled hastily at the leather.
Yanking the belt through the loops with one swift motion, you flung it across the room, making him chuckle against your skin. When you started to work on popping open the button on his dress pants, a devastating thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Shit, wait," he said, putting his hand on top of yours. You frowned up at him, your chest heaving, as you gave him a confused look.
"I don't have any protection," he said through gritted teeth. He hung his head and squeezed his eyes shut angrily. "I-I haven't been with anyone since my ex, and I never thought... fuck," he said, clenching his jaw.
You weighed your options for about half a second before tugging his chin up, forcing him to look at you.
"I'm still on birth control," you told him, searching his eyes. "I mean, only if you're comfortable with it, we don't have to," you said, but in your head you were chanting please, please, please.
"Are you sure?" he asked, panting for air. "I don't wanna make you feel like -"
"Yes," you said, cutting him off by grabbing his face. "Yes. I'm sure, Joel. Please," you whimpered, pulling him back down to you, his mouth crashing down on yours again.
"Please," you whispered again, tipping your head back as his lips left a trail of soft kisses down your throat. "Please, Joel, I need you."
His mouth stuttered against your neck. Hearing you beg and say you needed him when he never thought he would ever be needed like this in his whole life made his mind go blank.
"Okay," he rasped. "Okay, baby."
He tugged at the zipper on his black pants and pulled them off as quickly as he could without leaving you. You reached down to help him, hooking your fingers over the band of his boxers and shoving them down. He kicked them off before yanking down your panties, dropping them on the floor next to his clothes.
You eagerly spread your legs so he could settle his hips between them. You glanced down with a small gasp when you saw the size of him and you felt your cheeks flare. Jesus Christ.
He didn't seem to notice your reaction when he was too wrapped up in staring at the wet heat between your legs, pulsing and waiting, just for him. He slid a finger gently between your folds, making you moan and your back arch. Fuck, he loved how responsive you were to his touch.
He readjusted so he was kneeling between your legs. His palms slid up your calves, past your knees and to your inner thighs, pressing them down into the mattress so you were spread wide.
He lined himself up at your center, glancing up at you quickly to make sure you were ready. You swallowed and nodded, your eyes filled with desire, desire for him, something he still couldn't fathom but decided not to question. He pressed forward gently, notching himself against you before falling forward on his elbows.
He kissed the tip of your nose as he eased himself inside you, pausing when he heard you gasp and felt you tense under him.
"More," you finally croaked, your nails coming up to rake against his scalp. He let out the breath he was holding and pushed in further, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth falling open as he felt you slowly stretch around him so perfectly, like you were made just for him.
"Oh, god," he sighed, dropping his face to the crook of your neck after he fully sheathed himself inside you. He dragged his mouth across your chest, leaving a wet trail from his tongue and red marks from his scratchy beard in his wake. He waited until he felt your muscles relax under him before he slowly rolled his hips, dragging himself in and out as his teeth scraped over your tightening nipples. You moaned his name softly, the sound permanently etched in his brain, a sound he will refuse to forget for the rest of his life.
He began to roll his hips faster at your encouragement, becoming obsessed with the way you felt and the sounds you made, and it was all for him. He spent so much of his life giving to everyone around him, he never truly felt like anyone was able or willing to give him what he needed in return until now. The recognition was depressing and freeing at the same time. Now that he finally had what he always wanted, what he always needed, he was going to lose you and there was nothing he could do about it.
Each moan from your throat and each kiss from your lips dragged him down deeper and deeper until he collided head first with the stunning, yet so painfully obvious, realization that he was deliriously in love with you. It was insane, he knew that. But it didn't make it any less true.
"Joel," you gasped, pulling him out of his trance and back to the present.
"Yeah, baby? I'm here. I'm right here," he whispered, planting soft kisses all over your face.
You bit down on your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The sheer intensity behind his gaze coupled with the agony of only getting to experience this for one more short week made tears burn in the backs of your eyes.
You felt your orgasm begin to swell deep in your belly while your breath became more ragged and your vision went spotty. It shouldn't feel this good. This was cruel, to be able to experience something like this just to have it brutally ripped away from you. It wasn't fair, yet you never wanted it to stop.
He could feel it. It's been years, and it was never, ever like this, but he still knew. The way you whimpered and clawed at his back while your walls squeezed him so tightly, he thought he might pass out.
"Open your eyes," he panted. "I wanna look at you."
You forced your eyes open, now unable to hold back the tears that pooled there as two drops trickled down the side of your face, getting lost in your hair.
"It's okay, I got you," he whispered lovingly, staring deep into your eyes, seeing everything you didn't dare say out loud.
"You can let go, baby," he told you, his hips snapping against you ruthlessly, desperate to come at the same time.
You felt the wave rip through you like fire, the power and emotion behind it unlike anything you ever felt before. More tears poured from your eyes as you cried out his name, your thighs squeezing his hips so tightly you weren't sure you would be able to stand after.
He followed seconds later with a deep groan, spilling himself deep inside you while murmuring praise and wiping away your tears with his thumb.
"Why're you cryin', did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice filled with so much concern that it broke your heart. You shook your head, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand, but fresh ones just took their place.
"C'mon, talk to me," he urged, leaning up a bit as he softened inside you.
"What are we gonna do, Joel?" you blubbered pathetically. He took a shaky breath in and tenderly tucked your hair behind your ear.
"I don't know, baby, but we'll figure somethin' out. We gotta," he said with a sigh.
"I can't lose you," you whispered, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes.
"You'll never lose me, I can promise you that," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss against your swollen lips.
He waited until your tears slowed down before sliding out of you with a hiss. Rolling off to your side, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you close against his chest, and as you finally drifted off in his embrace, he thought about all of the options available before you, determined to find a solution.
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â© it donât need your loving, it just needs attention â© (chapter three)
pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader
chapter: 3/? (MASTERLIST)
warnings: NSFW (18+), snow being snow, themes of sex work (not the reader), cuckolding, eventual smut, fake relationship, unprotected sex, themes of voyeurism & mild exhibitionism, murder mention (but no actual murder) (not yet at least?), MAJOR manipulation/gross power dynamics + generally darkish themes, power play, oral sex, thigh riding, degradation, dirty talk, eventual piv, iâm new to full on smut bear with me here (and pls tell me if i forgot anything!)
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a/n: thank you for your patience and condolences / kind messages over the past week iâve been awol. iâm very happy to be back. very long, filthy and much awaited chapter ahead, so strap in and hope you enjoy the ride.
in the words of miss zegler herself: oh we are so back.
You werenât sure how long he stared at you, smiling with a fire in his eyes that rivalled yours until it was eclipsed. A third and final time, you found yourself speechless, dumbstruck, and one final time, much like the others, you took a few shaky steps backwards, before turning and fleeing.
He knew. Heâd known this whole time. How long had he been planning this? Exactly how much of this had been an act, with Snow puppeteering you as you slowly lost your mind?
You almost felt pity for the girl, because she was played just like you were. She was a mere pawn in his game of chess, where heâd toyed with you until you were backed into a corner, unable to make a move.
Well, not this time. Now you knew what he was playing, you were ready to up your game. This wouldnât be another stalemate; you wanted to win, and you had a few ideas of where to start.
You were already up and dressed when you heard a knock at your door the next morning.
Dreading the worst â despite the fact that Snow had never actually been in your room before, but the rules had changed now and you werenât sure quite how much â you paused for a second to prepare yourself, praying that he wouldnât be there, ready to put a stop to your plans before theyâd even started.
You fell lucky. It was one of Snowâs footmen, George.
âGood morning, maâam. I, um.â He swallowed, not meeting your eye. âI have a message from Master Snow. Heâd like for you to meet him for breakfast in a half hour, if you will. He says you have something⊠quite important to discuss.â
Typical Snow. Never liked to get his hands dirty. Too proud to knock at your door himself.
You considered.
âGeorge, could you please tell Coriolanus that if Iâve already eaten, and that Iâll come to him when I see fit. If he isnât satisfied,â you added, for his sake, as you knew Snow wasnât above killing the messenger, âSay I have an urgent matter to tend to, and Iâm not sure when Iâll be back.â
You grew a lump in your throat from your refusal, fearing the consequences. But youâd set your plan into motion now and there was no going back. Once George had been sent on his way, you snuck down the stairs on the far end of the building and slipped out the door through the servantsâ quarters, where you knew Snow wouldnât see you leave. The one upside to the last few weeks was that youâd learned how to sneak around the manor unnoticed. You were certain there were at least three hallways heâd had never even set foot in.
You had Lucille call Henry â Snowâs driver â in advance so you could leave right away.
âWhere are we going, maâam?â He glanced at you over his shoulder as you slid into the black town car.
âHead into the city. Iâll explain on the way.â
âYes, maâam.â
Henry took some convincing â and some light bribing â to finally cave and tell you what and where this gentlemanâs club was. Of course, it was a risk, a roll of the dice to go there without concrete proof, but you knew Snow. You knew his little neuroses and hang-ups, and he was paranoid; in all senses, it would seem, except when it came to you. If heâd been frequenting this club for some time â some years, according to Henry â and trusted their discretion, then you highly doubted heâd play Russian roulette and pick somewhere else.
You were dropped off outside, and sent Henry to the tailor to pick up some of Snowâs things; an excuse for the outing, but a part of your plan too. He was hesitant to leave you alone in such a place, but you insisted you knew exactly how to handle yourself, and so he gave in.
Youâd deliberately dressed down for what you were about to do, worn your old coat and let your hair down with a hood pulled over it. It being daytime, the place was closed for business, but you knocked on the front door expectantly.
You waited. Went over the plan, and knocked again.
This time, the door opened and a burly man now stood between you and the inside of the brothel. Your curiosity made peek over his shoulder before he cleared his throat.
âCan I help you, miss?â
âYes. My name is Margaret, sir, Iâm a maid at the, uh,â You dropped your voice to a low whisper, âSnow household. I have a message for the owner of this establishment, from my master. Is he here?â
The man cleared his throat and glanced around the nearly empty street, then beckoned you in quickly.
âAnything for Mr Snow, miss. Right this way.â
There was your proof.
The empty club was a classy one, you had to give Snow that. The bar caught your eye, silver panels lining the wall behind it in an otherwise jet-black glossy room, with dark red couches and shiny tables, booths, single chairs, a stage with shiny metal poles, and a few cordoned-off alcoves.
You took it all in, certain youâd be able to appreciate the aesthetics of it more if it wasnât for the seething rage inside you. You were stopped at a closed door near the back, and the burly man knocked.
âYeah.â Came a voice from inside.
âAll yours. Heâll take care of you.â Your guide stepped away. You pushed at the door.
A dark-haired man sat facing a desk, poring over paperwork. He didnât look up.
âIf youâre here for a job, sweetie, itâs Tuesday after 11.â
This incensed you.
âIâm not here for work. This is official business. I was told you take care of⊠special clients.â
He spun around, frowning.
âIâm listening.â
âI have a message from President Snow. He has a series of requests to be carried out with no delay.â
âAh, yes. Mr Snow. I see. And you are to him?â He prompted.
âJust a maid from the household. He sent me as a messenger.â
âExcellent. Well in that case, of course, miss. How can I be of service?â
You took a breath, hoping desperately that he didnât see right through you.
âFirstly, the shoes your girl wore.â
âWhat would he like with them?â He asked.
âHeâd like to keep them. Heâs willing to pay, and heâs not up for a price negotiation. This should cover them.â You slipped a bill across the table, and he nodded. You learned long ago that money causes loose lips, and this man was no exception.
âOf course,â he obliged, âTheyâre in the lockers through that door there. Iâll bring them to you. We ordered them in specially for Veronica, he made a point for her to wear them on the first floor. Usually our girls get instructions to sneak through clientsâ houses quietly, but we handle every request as thoroughly as possible.â He chuckled.
That fucker. He really had planned it all out to get in your head.
âWas there anything else I can do for you, miss?â
You swallowed thickly.
Here goes. Â
âYes, actually. As of today, heâll no longer be needing your services, or her services. Heâd like to terminate your contract, and he doesnât wish to see her again. Ever.â
The owner blinked. His mouth moved, as if he was about to say something, but then it closed again.
âBut, um,â he stammered, âItâs only been three weeks. Veronica is our best girl, and heâs her top client. She carried out his orders to the absolute best of her ability, I can assure you. Are you sure those were his words?â
You sighed.
âSheâs getting off lucky with a dismissal. Take it as a warning, sir. President Snow doesnât show mercy to thieves. If she shows her face again, I can guarantee you, heâll have her head.â
His face turned plum-red with horror.
âShe was⊠stealing?â
In a way, yes.
âShe was caught by a maid last night.â You nodded, and the owner swallowed thickly.
âI â I understand, Miss. I am terribly sorry for this. I apologise that our services werenât up to your masterâs expectations, truly. Please, if thereâs anything I can do- and I can assure you, Iâll be having some very stern words-â
You cut him off.
âThere is one more thing, as a matter of fact."
"Anything." He pleaded.
"You can send word that⊠Veronica, is it? Sheâll be paying him a visit this evening. But you are not, under any circumstances, to send her. Am I understood?â
He furrowed his brows, puzzled. But you stared back challengingly and held your ground.
A small, sheepish smile formed on his face.
âMuch obliged. I can assure you your requests will be carried out with the utmost discretion.â
âThank you.â
He brought you the heels in a shiny box, and you turned and left.
Henry was waiting outside, and you slid back into the car.
âGet what you needed, maâam?â
âI certainly did.â
The drive home was your chance to pick up lunch, finetune your plan, and go through the suits youâd had Henry pick up from the tailor.
They looked impeccable â crisp and creaseless, the white shirts brighter than the stars, and the maroon red jackets and waistcoats deeper than blood itself. It was one of these jackets that you chose to take upstairs with you, leaving the rest to be taken up to Snowâs room later, hoping the missing item would go unnoticed.
You retraced your way up the winding stairs of the manor. Luckily, Lucille had informed you Snow had left not long after you that morning, and was expected to be gone until evening. Nonetheless, your paranoia made you glance left, right and left again before every turn. Finally, after an exhaustingly long morning, you were back in the safety of your own room.
But the work was far from finished. You ate quickly, then began getting ready for your discussion with Snow. He hadnât sent for you again; he was too proud. You took pride in knowing heâd be positively seething at your turning him down that morning. You kept going, showering, teasing your hair, adding a little more makeup than usual â not excessive, but enough to make a difference â then finally wandered the room as you picked your wardrobe for later.
You lay out the heels â which were a little big on you, but would serve their purpose â as well as the jacket youâd stolen, taking the time to run your fingers over the smooth maroon velvet youâd felt only briefly before, when brushing against Snow at public events. You then dug through your underwear drawer, debating between a red lingerie set and a white. You picked the latter; the tones of red would blend in with the jacket and white made more of a statement.
Innocence. If only.
You checked the time. Three hours or so until Coriolanus would be expecting Veronica. You hoped that he would be back by then, and more so, that your performance with the brothel owner had been enough to hold him to his promise of sending word. But if youâd learnt anything from Snow, it was that fear commanded respect, and better yet, obedience. So your doubts were few and far between.
In all honesty, thatâs what had drawn you to Snow in the first place. It wasnât about money; your family had money, more than they knew what to do with. It was the power, the fear. Even the richest man in the world would crumble to the ground with a gun to his head. Power trumps wealth every time, and the enigmatic, newly elected President was by far the most powerful man in Panem.
It was its own kind of thrill, pursuing a man like that. The temptation to get him wrapped around your fingers, ravenous, hungry for power, hungry for him. It all blurred together at this point, the man was like a magnet. You wondered if this thirst for more, always more, was an affliction the two of you shared. Or perhaps, an affliction youâd developed a taste for because of him. And the longer you spent at his side, the louder it began to beat in your chest like a second heart. You wanted to consume it, and let it consume you.
It thrummed in your chest now, adrenaline coursing in your veins. You fidgeted as you waited for the hours to pass, your craving growing with each second. You flicked through a few books; you drafted a letter to your mother. Each tick of the clock bringing you closer to finally taking the one thing youâd wanted since the day you met Coriolanus Snow. It was almost time for your big move.
â©â©â©â©
As enough darkness crept into your room and you stood to light some candles, you heard soft footsteps pass your door.
For a change, you recognised them as Snowâs, even and deliberate. He was home. With half an hour to spare until heâd be expecting his whore.
You jumped at the opportunity to change. Slowly and carefully, you slipped out of your clothes and into the underwear set, until you were clad in crisp white lace, with a matching garter belt as a finishing touch. You slid on Snowâs jacket â which smelled like him, of his cologne â the usual fitted shape it would give Snow now hanging loose and slack around your body, falling to the tops of your thighs. You did up the first button, tracing the neckline that plunged down your chest, leaving very little to the imagination. You slipped into the heels, checked the time, and after scanning yourself over in the mirror, made for the door.
The few worries you had about being seen by the staff were short-lived; the hallway lights were dim as you wobbled in the heels, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. You werenât sure if Snow had fallen for your plan, but what mattered was that as you turned the corner, there were lights shining from under his bedroom door. He was in there, waiting. By now, it was odd seeing it closed. You tried your best to emulate the sound of the footsteps youâd drilled into your brain, the clicks giving you a sense of power knowing Snow â apprehensive or not â would be in for at least one surprise.
Click. Click. Click.
You considered pausing before barging in, but you didnât. When you reached the end of the hallway, seconds away from your fate, you reached out a hand, pushed Snowâs door open, and walked right inside.
Snow was there; of course he was. Facing his dresser and away from you, he didnât flinch at the sound of your arrival. You closed the door behind you, and took a step towards him. Stared at his back, scanning his black dress pants and the white shirt heâd rolled up to his elbows, cufflinks on the table, blonde curls a little unruly as he smoothly poured himself a drink.
This, right here, was where the solid part of your plan ended. It was caution to the wind from here on out, and you could practically taste it, high off the adrenaline; off his presence. And he hadnât even looked at you yet.
This was the moment of truth.
âWell,â he said, taking a sip of his drink. âLook who finally figured it out.â
âNot who you were expecting?â
âSheâd never reschedule.â he said simply, turning on his heels, eyes glinting at you. âFigured you were up to something. Drink?â
âThink Iâll pass.â
He approached you, eyes scanning your body, deliberately clad in the skimpiest underwear you owned. You figured this was as good a time as any to unbutton the jacket and let it fall open. It brushed your sides, and you watched him lower his glance, hungrily taking you in for what could quite possibly be the very first time. He wet his lips, took another sip.
There it is.
There was that power you craved, that look that youâd been aching to see in his eyes while he stared at you, and although it was fucked up, you let the pride fill your head with confidence, and stepped forward.
âNow, just where did you get that?â A slight narrowing of his eyes gave him away. At least something youâd done had made an impression.
âBorrowed it. In case I get cold.â You smiled.
âCute. Didnât your daddy ever tell you not to take things that arenât yours?â
âOh, I take whatever I want, Snow.â
You raised your head in defiance. Proud of your voice for not faltering once.
âClearly. Nice shoes. Borrow those, too?â
âWhy, do they look familiar?â you quipped.
âI think we both know the answer to that, doll. Now why donât you tell me why youâre here?â
You sighed, feigning exasperation. A chill crept up your legs but you barely noticed.
âYou wanted to talk to me, Coriolanus. Talk.â
âIs that really what you came here for, sweetheart? Dressed like that?â He put his drink down on the dresser, not once looking away from you.
âIf this is what it takes to get your attention, Snow, then yes.â
You took another step closer, and the jacket fell further to your sides, more skin slipping out from underneath for him to feast his eyes on.
âI think you know plenty about trying to get my attention. I watched you struggle for weeks.â
âDidnât think you cared.â You muttered.
He laughed, low, more like a scoff.
âWhat, your childish attempts at seduction? They were pitiful at best. Iâd expect that kind of behaviour from a common whore, not a lady of your standing.â
âThought you liked whores.â You retorted.
âTheyâre no fun to live with. And there you were, proving my point.â
Your eyes narrowed, and when you spoke, it was through gritted teeth.
âSo what, you had to go and fuck one to prove a point? Mature.â
âMature?â he glowered, then before you could think, he stormed towards you, grabbing both of your wrists with a hard squeeze. You gasped.
âMature like you, with your short skirts and your fuck-me eyes, sucking your fingers off at the breakfast table?â
You squirmed. Tried to jolt yourself away but it was no use.
âI didnât think you-â
âOh, I noticed.â He said, moving in to corner you, grip tightening until he was walking you backwards across the room as he spoke, never once taking his eyes off you. âAnd itâs a real shame this couldnât have been easier for us both, but you just had to start it. So I watched your pathetic little displays, day after day, knowing if youâd behaved better, I wouldâve given you exactly what you wanted.â
You fought not to trip over yourself until your legs bumped against the ottoman at the foot of his bed and you caught your breath. His eyes bored into yours and you blinked helplessly. His grip loosened on your wrists. You tried to speak, but your mouth had gone dry.
âIf youâd been good,â he continued, voice lowering, âyou wouldnât have played around like that. Good girls donât whore themselves out to respectable men.â
Your eyes narrowed in defiance as you felt heat start to brew in your stomach.
âRespectable?â You spat, and his grip tightened again, bringing one hand up to trace your jaw, almost pitifully.
âSee what I mean? You dig yourself deeper at every turn. Good girls ask nicely, and say please. It didnât take me long to figure out you had issues with authority. It couldâve been so easy for you, sweetheart. You had plenty of chances. You couldâve asked me very nicely to fuck you, but instead you behaved like a desperate slut for weeks on end. Eventually, I knew there was only one way to shut you up.â
Your ears started to ring and you fought harder to gain composure. Heâd never talked to you like this before. And now, all this, all at once, it was almost too much. Goosebumps had long covered your arms and legs, despite the heat inside you burning you up. You were vaguely aware of heat pooling uncomfortably between your legs.
Your breathing was heavy as you stared into him, his hand gripping your chin, and you couldnât hide it if you tried. He finally backed away, letting you peel yourself from the ottoman. His hungry eyes scanned over you, suit jacket now crumpled at the wrists. You swallowed as you tried to pull yourself together.
âYou knew I was watching you. The whole time. Every time. It was⊠for me.â
He watched you knowingly, raised his eyebrows a little. His lips grew into that smirk, that fucking smirk you knew all too well.
âWe were playing the same game, sweetheart. I was just⊠Better.â
âA little excessive, donât you think?â Your voice faltered and you cursed how breathy it sounded.
âOh, on the contrary. It was very entertaining to see you struggle, but I couldâve gone further.â He mused. âI even considered fucking her on your bed.â
Shit.
A thought popped into your head, and a strange smile made its way to your face.
âArenât you going to ask me where I got these?â You asked, glancing down.
He frowned for a second; good. Youâd thrown him off guard. But he caught up fast.
âThe heels? You know, I had her walk right past your door in those so youâd follow her and see just what you were missing?â
If you werenât so wired with adrenaline, you were pretty sure youâd be tearing up with how desperate you felt. But his words channelled it all into pure anger.
âFuck you.â You seethed, and he smiled.
âWe'll get to that. But go on, Iâll bite. What did you do to her?â
âLetâs just say she deserved much worse than what she got. Maybe you shouldâve fucked her on my bed. Wouldâve given me a reason to choke the life out of her.â
âYou think Iâd care?â
âCourse not. Knowing you, itâd probably get you off.â
âWhich brings us right back to now.â He stared at you, challenging. You laughed again.
âIs this you talking? Youâre not very good at it.â
âNo, this is me giving you a second chance. The way I see it, you made your move, I made mine. Now, if youâre a good girl, and ask me very nicely to fuck you until that pretty little head of yours gets filled with nothing but empty space, I might consider putting an end to this and giving you what you want. Maybe.â If you thought youâd survive smacking that smug look off his face, you would.
âYou want me to ask nicely, Coriolanus?â You closed the gap between the two of you and glanced up at him through your lashes. He looked back at you, and no chill in the world could cool you down from the fire in his eyes.
He stepped away, paced towards the desk chair â the one heâd watched you from last night â then dragged it across the floor, spun it around, and took a seat. Once again, last night felt worlds away now. A lifetime sat between that moment and this one as he made himself comfortable, unbuttoned his collar. As if the room was now a stage, and he was the sole spectator.
âGo on. Iâm waiting.â
Cocky bastard.
Another airy laugh escaped you. But youâd be lying if you said he wasnât exactly where you wanted him. So you played into it.
âYou want me to beg you? Say pretty please?â Your voice softened as you slowly stepped towards him, holding his gaze. A passing thought reminded you of your childhood, asking your mother what youâd feel when you first truly fell for someone.
Fireworks. Thousands of them, crackling, hissing, charging the air between the two of you into something heavy. Thick clouds of smoke you could almost taste as you stared into darkened eyes. You paused in front of him, fingers playing with the hem of his suit jacket that brushed against your thighs. Caught your bottom lip between your teeth.
âTake it off.â He ordered.
âGladly.â
You slipped the jacket off your shoulders, and it fell smoothly into a pile on the floor. You kicked off the heels next, landing haphazardly to the side with a thump. His eyes never leaving you, consuming you.
âLike what you see, Snow?â
He took you in, long and hungry and shameless. Like you were simply there for his entertainment, nothing else. You wondered where along the line heâd lost all his inhibitions, at what moment in his very young life heâd decided to simply stop caring. It should scare you, but it just made you burn warmer. Maybe your wires were a little crossed, too, because it didnât make you feel cheap.
It made you feel powerful.
You knew you looked good, too; youâd made sure of it. But he was looking at you like you were carved out of solid gold. He didnât answer, because he didnât need to.
âThink I like you better when youâre not acting like a dumb slut.â
You hummed, determined and unphased, moving in closer until your legs touched his knees. His words shouldnât turn you on - nor should not knowing exactly how much he meant them â but they did.
âYou like me better when Iâm begging, then?â You placed your legs either side of his, straddling him, but still standing, and took his hands in yours. You ran one of them across your lips, brazenly taking a digit in your mouth, releasing it with a wet pop, then dropping your head down.
âYou want me to be straightforward, Snow? Tell you exactly what I want?â you breathed, your foreheads almost touching, looking down at him from a thrilling vantage point, your hair falling either side of his face. âTo beg you to rip this off me?â You guided his hands to your hips, letting them slide over the lacy fabric. âYou want me to beg you to kiss every inch of skin you see and make it yours? Beg you to fuck me until I canât think, and forget my own name?â
You ran his hands down the sides of your legs, then, inch by inch, letting him take a good long look on the way, you finally lowered yourself onto his lap. Your blown-out eyes met again, at the same level this time. You shifted your hips once, feigning getting comfortable, and hid a smile as he let out a strained sound.
You were close enough to feel his breath against yours, fast but steady, controlled. You moved closer, your head dipping cautiously under his chin to kiss his neck. He smelt clean, like fresh laundry and his cologne, and his skin tasted like salt as your tongue traced a line across it. It felt like power, having him like this. Slowly starting to grind your hips as your mouth pressed against his pulse, every shaky breath you elicited from him awakening something new in you.
âSay it, Snow.â You murmured, breath catching. âTell me you want me to beg you, and be good for you.â Another trail of messy kisses across his jaw, and you finally heard it, ragged and coarse, words shooting through you like knives softened by the heat of his breath on your hair.
âBe a good girl, and fucking beg me.â
You hummed with satisfaction. Moved your lips to his ear, hand cupping the back of his neck, and leaned in close.
âIf you wanted me to be good,â you whispered, âthen youâve picked the wrong girl.â
You felt it, his whole body tensing beneath you. But you had it now, the upper hand, and you werenât giving it away. Your other hand came up to close over his mouth with a warning shake of the head, and you gripped the back of his neck harder with the first. Craned it backwards so he could look at you, a different kind of fire in his eyes. A fire that could burn you far worse than any other. You leaned your weight into him until you were flush, skin pressing into fabric. Tightening your legs around his so he couldnât kick out. You felt dangerous. You felt alive.
When you spoke, your voice was a vial of vitriol.
âYou thought Iâd just give into you? Three weeks of torture and you call it even? No fucking way, Snow. You wanted to play? Letâs play.â
You were closer to him now than youâd ever been before, infinitely closer than when youâd held hands in front of an audience, or danced in the middle of a ballroom, or when heâd draw you in for a lingering kiss at the head of a busy table.
You were closer still because of the common denominator: you were alone, your bodies pressed together, soft and firm colliding. And your stomach ached with want, but your rage burned brighter.
When you were sure he wouldnât move, you readjusted your position on his lap so you were sat on one thigh, your right knee pressed firmly against the chair between his legs. Slowly, you dragged your hips against it, firm muscle between your legs, shameless as you stared him down.
âIâd like to modify the terms of our agreement, as of tonight. Starting with this: Iâve made sure your little whore wonât come running back here. If I so much as hear a whisper of a rumor that youâre fucking someone else, Iâm leaving. Donât think I donât know how to disappear. I can, and I will.â
He scowled at you, and youâd never felt power like the rush you got from seeing your hand clamped over his mouth. His own hands, now easily able to overpower you and push yours away, instead sat at your hips, digging in so hard you knew thereâd be bruises for weeks. As you moved, he started to follow suit, rocking your hips on his thigh faster.
Heâs allowing this.
The realisation made you pull your hand from his mouth, and yet he didnât speak. There was a tightness in his jaw, locked down so hard it mustâve hurt as he watched you move, helped you move. It sent a shock through your core, and you ground down harder.
Whoâs on top now?
This was getting to your head.
âPresident Snow,â you mocked. âWhat a title. Thinks he can take whateverâs in his sight. Thinks he has the right. Did you think Iâd come crawling back to you?â Your voice lowered.
âDid you think Iâd get on my knees, like she did?â You glanced down, running your now-free hand over the front of his pants, gentle at first, then pressing in firm, and he hissed.
âDid you really think, after all your little shows, that Iâd just submit? Not a chance.â You spat, and his breath turned a little shaky as your hand slid up, then down.
As it evened out, and he reached for composure again, he pulled a countermove. Got in close, with words so sharp, they nearly cut through you.
âWhich one was your favorite?â
You pulled your hand away. Your hold on the back of his neck tightened, and in turn, so did his grip on your hips, pulling you down harder as you got closer, panties bunching up as you became desperate.
You shook your head.
âDonât.â
He smirked.
âI gave you plenty to go off. Tell me, was it when I sat right here while she rode me? Or when I was fucking her mouth and calling your name?â
He pulled your hips in rougher, and you gasped, barely able to think. You were sure if he kept this up, your thighs would chafe. You just couldnât find it in you to care.
âNo, I donât think so.â He hummed. âI know which one it was. It was the second time, wasnât it? When I was making her cum all over my tongue, wondering what you tasted like.â
You couldnât help it â a moan slipped out of your lips. He kept up the pace, rolling your hips faster, flexing his thigh as you started losing your bearings. He laughed at the state of you.
âI knew that one would get to you. Tell me something, princess, how many times did you touch yourself after that night wishing it was me? Or did you lose count?â
You gritted your teeth, fighting the spinning room.
âCocky much?â
He let out a breathy laugh again, as if he was losing himself as much as you were. Pulling you in harder in response.
âLook at you,â he mused, âriding my thigh like the needy slut you are. Bet youâre close, too, and I havenât even touched you yet.â
âFuck.â you panted. âStop fucking talking, oh my god.â
âYou sure about that, sweetheart? You know I can feel how wet itâs making you, right?â
Your head dropped down and you whined. Sure enough, youâd soaked through your panties and dripped an embarrassing wet patch on his dress pants. You cursed under your breath as you slowed down.
âBeg me.â He ordered.
âNo.â You gasped as he pulled you back again, faster, hips bucking as your legs started to shake around his.
âBeg me,â he repeated, "or Iâll stop.â
âFuck, no, donât fucking stop, I canât-â
It was so much friction it hurt, but you kept chasing it.
âYes, you can. You want to cum? Ask nicely, sweetheart. Just ask me.â
The seam of your panties got wetter as you moved, just enough to let the pain melt into pleasure instead as it caught on your clit, and you started to ride out your high. You were right at the edge, he was keeping you there, hair stuck to your face in a hot sweat as you writhed on his lap. So fucking close.
âFine, shit. Please. Please help me cum, oh my god. Right there, please. Fuck.â
And maybe you were more like him than you thought, because you werenât ashamed. You rode his thigh like youâd ride him, unabashedly, while he watched you starting to fall apart. He moved faster, pulled your hips hard in as if you were riding him, as if he could feel it, breath running ragged, desperate. It only brought you closer knowing this would be sending him over the edge, holding you so near and yet so awfully far away. The look in his eyes screaming danger, and you let it swallow you whole, squeezing his shoulders like you were scared youâd float away.
"That's it. Knew you'd sound incredible, asking me all pretty like that."
His lips met your neck, teeth grazing your skin and thatâs what did it, your legs squeezing his as you shook through your orgasm, crying out, falling to pieces, hearing going fuzzy. The words good girl echoing through your head so distantly, you couldnât tell if heâd really said them or not.
You sighed, glazed eyes rolling open, coming back to yourself. Your right hand was pressed against his chest, fingers curled into the creased fabric of his shirt. As you looked closer, you noticed it had opened wider, and he was missing a button. Had you done that?
When your eyes finally met Snowâs, you couldnât look away from them. Beautiful and blue, like an ocean frozen over, staring into yours like you were all heâd ever wanted. You could get high off this feeling, live off it.
âGet on the bed.â He breathed. âRight fucking now.â
But too much of any feeling isnât good for you.
âNo.â
He glowered, face flushing even further, and as he leaned in to make another demand, you quickly stood, trying your hardest not to let your wobbling legs give you away.
âYou should understand, Snow. Weâre doing things my way now. And Iâm going to be doing them as I please, when I please.â
You picked his jacket up from the floor, and slipped back into it, the soft fabric cooling down your burning skin.
âYou think youâre funny, sweetheart? Nobody likes a fucking tease.â
You chuckled, doing up a button and brushing your hair out of your face, damp with sweat. You walked to the dresser and took a swig from Snowâs half-empty glass, then turned. He sat there, and it took everything in you not to smirk at the mess youâd made of him. You handed him the glass when you were done drinking and turned away. You felt him stand, but you didnât acknowledge it, still fiddling with your hair, smoothing it out.
âYou said it yourself, Snow. Iâm no common whore. If you want me to beg you to fuck me, youâre gonna have to work for it.â You turned, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. His face was unreadable.
âBut be a doll, leave your door unlocked.â You added, stepping back. âYou never know when I might change my mind.â
âYouâre not going to leave. You wouldnât dare.â He seethed, the rage in his voice only propelling you on.
âWouldnât I?â You smiled, giving him a once over. Dropped your eyes down pointedly, first at the ruined leg youâd ridden, then at the uncomfortable-looking tent in his pants. You met his eye again and bit your lip, really laying it on thick. âGood luck with that, sweetheart. Iâll see you at breakfast.â
He huffed, incredulous, disbelief painted across his face as you made for the door, swinging it open. You glanced over your shoulder.
âBuckle up, Snow. Iâm just getting started.â
You missed the way his shocked face turned almost admiring as he watched you leave, walking barefoot down the hallway, leaving the door wide open.
Checkmate.
a/n: hope it was worth the wait đ
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Might as well be drunk in love: 2 of 2 (sneakpeak)
Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)
Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.
Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If youâre not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: This is only a sneakpeak of day 2. I'm not yet done writing the second chapter but I feel bad bcos of how long it's taking me...so here it is! Sneakpeak of day 1. Also, the entire chapter will be posted here when I'm done and satisfied with it :> Enjoy po
Part 1, Full day 1
âNo one told me that we have an adorable new housemate.â
The six sleepy men sitting around the dining table looked up as soon as Park Jimin walked entered the room, in his arms was a fluffy cat that was actively hissing at him. He cooed down at it, softly stroking the thick fur with his hand that was now sporting claw marks.
âWeâre already so close!â he announced with softness in his voice despite the repetitive kicks brought by the furry creature in his arm.
âI donât think you are liked very muchâŠâ Jungkook quietly commented, his doe eyes went even larger at the bleeding scratches on his skin. As if sensing an opportunity to escape, the cat suddenly wriggled free from Jimin's arms and darted across the room, landing squarely in Hoseok's lap.
âHi, my son! Did you have a good nightâs sleep?â he asked affectionately, reaching down to stroke the cat's fur.
âHyung has a secret son!â Jungkook whispered to Taehyung in a scandalous manner, clutching his nonexistent pearls. Taehyung, who looked like he lived and fought through three wars from his exhausted form and his sluggish movement only nodded at Jungkook.
âWhose cat is that? Is that yours, J-hope?â Jin asked, pointing at the cat with his mug. He didnât know that they now had a furry housemate. Additionally, he didnât know that he was a cat person.
Namjoon just smirked at his brothers, âThatâs not his.â
âMy God, I am so tired,â Jimin sat next to Taehyung, his muscles aching with exhaustion. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his whole weight on his friend, seeking some semblance of comfort in their shared weariness.
"Everything hurts," Taehyung moaned, mirroring Jimin's sentiment. He glanced over at Namjoon, pleading silently for a solution. "We need her. Hyung, please. Do something," he implored, his voice tinged with desperation.
Jungkook finally put down his spoon with a loud thud, standing up to look at them one by one. âOkay, I cannot be the only one curious about whose cat that is!â he pointed at the cat who only meowed back at him before shifting his finger to his hyung who was silently eating with a smile on his face. âAnd you, why do you look so good this morning, hyung, while the four of us look like we are 3 hours away from passing away?â he asked Yoongi, his doe eyes demanding answers from the chaotic bunch that only turned more chaotic as the morning wore on.
Yoongi, taking a leisurely sip of his coffee, raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's question. His lips curled into a smirk, revealing a hint of amusement. "Well, Kookie, some of us are just naturally blessed with good genes," he quipped, his tone teasing.
âExcuse me?! Are you saying that I am not blessed with good genes?! Me?! The world wide handsome?! Now, youâre just outright lying!â
âHyuuuuung, do something! I think Iâm dying!â Taehyung shouted amidst the noise.
âStop screaming youâre scaring my son!â Hoseok shot back all while covering the catâs little ears.
âWhose cat is that even?!â Jungkook asked again in disbelief, the vein in his throat protruding from annoyance and curiosity.
âOh my God, Taehyung! I already did something, okay?!â Namjoon finally raised his voice for him to hear.
âAhhhhhhh, my head hurts and sheâs the only cure! I have to go to her!â Jimin whined sadly, attempting to leave his chair slowly.
âIn that state?!â Jin shouted at Jimin and Taehyung, already feeling the stress causing havoc on his otherwise beautiful face.
But Taehyung and Jimin were already halfway out of their chair, clutching their heads dramatically. "I can't take this anymore! I need her!" he wailed, his eyes darting around the room with desperation only to find you by some miracle.
âLittle oneâŠâ he called, his voice small as though he couldnât believe that you were truly there. It was like their pain manifested you, and heavens, it was worth it. Heâd willingly go through this pain if it meant seeing you and having you here where you belonged.
With them.
âGood morning, has anyone seen my cat?â
Your voice, despite it being low, was sufficient to stop the bickering among the CEOs. How they heard you amidst their own noise, you didnât know. One thing was for certain, though. They were attuned to you like lovesick men did. Their eyes were on you with varying emotions. Jungkook was surprised, to say the least. Taehyung and Jimin, on the other hand, were relieved. Yoongi's smirk widened into a grin, his eyes sparkling with delight at the sight of you. Seokjin stared at you in disbelief, as if trying to comprehend how you managed to appear amidst the chaos. Namjoon and Hoseok exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions reflecting a sense of contentment and joy. The pair looked like they secured an extremely important deal and even won the lottery at the same day.
You didnât see Taehyung moved but you certainly felt how his heavy body fell against yours. You certainly heard his sigh of relief even as he swayed on his feet.
And when you touched his hand to support him, that was when he fell.
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âA Bullseye to the Heartâ (Ch. 1)
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Latina Reader
Blurb: You were once the best female pilot at Top Gun. That was until a mission ended very badly. Now, 3 years later, you're somewhat healed and dating a man who takes advantage of your trauma. Now, you work at Hard Deck, the closest you could allow yourself to Top Gun, when your old friends come back... including a new guy you don't know; and to say he's intrigued by you is an understatement. But when your boyfriend decides to lay hands on you in front of him and your friends, all hell breaks loose.
Contents: Domestic Abuse, Swearing, bar fight, some fluff(??)
Word count: 3,160
I hope you all enjoy! I'll try to update it as much as I can.
Chapter 1
You never thought you would step foot in Hard Deck after everything that happened two years ago, never mind work there. It was oddly comforting and your therapist said it could help with the trauma you endured. So when Penny gave you a job as a bartender and server, you jumped at the opportunity.Â
Anything to be close to something you once loved.
Youâre in the middle of cleaning out the dirty dishes bin when you hear the creaking of someone walking into the bar.Â
âWeâre closed,â you say. âCome back at 8.â
âOh, Iâm not here for a drink,â a manâs voice says. âIâm here to see Penny. Is she in?â
You turn toward the voice to see a man in a leather jacket with multiple patches usually worn by naval aviators. His dark hair is perfectly styled and when he takes off a pair of aviator glasses, he exposes his hazel eyes.Â
âYou must be Pete,â you said with a smile. âShe told me youâd be coming around. Sheâs in the her office if you wanna go back there.â
He nods and makes his way toward the back of the bar. He stops at the entrance before turning to face you with a soft smile. âIâm glad youâre back, Y/L/N.â
Startled, you ask, âHow do you know my name?â
âI work at Top Gun. Iâve heard stories and seen your pictures all over the place.â Pete smiles before turning serious and adding, âI really am glad youâre back. Admiral Simpson told me a lot of great things when he was your instructor.â
You take a deep but shaky breath before nodding, lips pulled tight before you say, âThank you.â
You eye his jacket to see his rank and frown. âCaptain?â
âYeah, Captain.â Pete nods. When your brow lifts, he adds, âItâs a long story.â
âIâll look forward to hearing it,â you smile.Â
âI have a new class starting up today, maybe youâll see some of my guys,â he says. âYou may see some familiar faces.â
And with that, Pete walks into Pennyâs office, leaving you reeling and wondering who youâll see later.
* Â * Â *
Later that night, Hard Deck is packed with Naval Aviators and civilians. Itâs loud, chaotic, and joyful for the most part. People are playing pool, throwing darts, and having a great time getting drunk.
It reminds you of the good old days, back when you werenât traumatized and living with an abusive man.
Youâve just finished putting a couple of beers in front of a group of civilians when you hear someone call your name.Â
âY/N!âÂ
You turn just in time to see Bradley âRoosterâ Bradshaw, smiling ear to ear with his signature mustache sitting on his top lip.Â
âRooster!â You exclaim. âI canât believe youâre here!â
âYeah, Iâve been assigned here for the next couple of months, some sort of mission. You know how that is,â he drawls, smiling to himself. He looks you up and down before saying, âYou look good, y/n.â
Youâre wearing a simple black, V-neck shirt with a pair of jeans and Converse. The compliment makes you smile and wave his comment off. âIâm sure you tell all the girls that.â
âNope,â he smiles. âJust you.â
âSo whatâre you having, and how many?â you ask.Â
âIâll have seven of your lovely beers,â he chuckles. âYou should come over to the pool tables, Phoenix would love to see you.â
âMy girl is here?â You ask excitedly.
âOf course. Iâll send her over for the next round,â Rooster says, watching as you expertly open all six of the beers quickly. âWhat time are you off?â
You check your AppleWatch before saying, âIn about two hours.â
âCome meet us over there when youâre off,â Rooster smiles, pointing at the pool table across the way. âAnd Y/N, Iâm glad youâre back in some way. Weâve missed you.â
âThanks, Roo. I guess Iâve missed you.â
You watch as he walks off, noting the people he approaches. Phoenix practically breaks her neck looking in your direction, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, and Bob smile and wave; and thereâs another guy there you donât recognize. He has sandy blonde hair, tanned skin, and an award-winning smile. From the bar, you can see his green eyes sliding over your body, checking you out. You cross your arms over your chest and cock a brow in question. When he waves at you with a cocky grin, you have to fight a smile from forming on your face.
It was cute but youâre taken.Â
Unfortunately.
Youâve been dating Nick Abernathy for the past year or two and while it was very fun and loving in the beginning, now you canât stand to look him in the eye.Â
Not after what happened the last time you were at Top Gun. And especially not after how he reacted and treated you everyday after.
Speaking of the devil, you hear your boyfriend, call out your name to the left. âY/N!â
You turn to see Nick, the man you once loved so much, smiling down at you. Heâs all blonde hair and dark brown eyes, broad shouldered, and muscules; a naval pilot.Â
Your type. Again, unfortunately.
âWhatâs my favortie lady doing looking at those aviators?â he asks. To the untrained ear, it sounds like heâs being playful. But you know the truth, and you know youâll hearâand feelâit later.
âJust some old buddies of mine,â you tell him.
âRight,â he says, eyes narrowing. He moves a hand, reaching out to grip your wrist. âIâll be waiting to take you home after your shift.â
âYou donât have to do that,â you tell him, smiling sweetly to hide the growing dread in your chest.Â
âWhat kind of a man would I be if I didnât drive my girlfriend home?â Nick seethes, looking beyond you. âBesides, I donât like the way those aviators are looking at you.â
You turn your head toward where you know Rooster and the rest of the aviator group watch the interaction. Their faces are all hard, ready to defend at your âokayâ. You send them a small wave and reassuring smile before turning back to Nick who is now practically red in anger.
âTheyâre just friends,â You tell him, fear begins to prickle all over your body. âI met them when I was at Top Gun.â
Before Nick can say anything, Penny comes into view, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âHey, can you stay another couple of hours? Pete wants to take me out and I canât close early tonight.â
Relief fills you immediately when you reply, âYeah, I can stay until closing.â
âGood,â Penny smiles. Then, as if seeing Nick for the first time, says to him, âDonât worry about picking her up. I saw her drive here.â
Nickâs jaw clentches before he smiles, drops your arm, and responds, âOh, I mustâve gotten confused.â
He turns to you before saying, âIâll see you at home.â
Penny stays by your side until Nick finally leaves before turning you to face her and saying, âGo clock out. Iâll take it from here.â
âI thought you wereââ
âI told him that so he would leave you alone,â Penny states, rubbing your shoulder. âGo catch up with Rooster and the gang. Just stay until closing so I can follow you home.â
âThanks, Penny.â
You turn to leave, smiling to yourself and looking at the ground, when you feel someoneâs eyes on you again. You glance in the direction of where Rooster and the rest of them are to find the green-eyed aviator that was checking you out before, staring.Â
Creep.
You clock out before grabbing a beer from Penny and making your way toward the group.
âHey!â Phoenix exclaims at the sight of you walking closer. Then, pulling you into a bear hug, says, âCome here, Bullseye! Iâve missed you.â
âIâve missed you too, Nat.â You smile, smoothing her hair when she pulls away.
âBullseye?â the green-eyed aviator asks, Texan accent drawling and sending shivers down your spine.Â
âYouâre looking at the most badass female aviator Iâve ever met,â Phoenix tells him. âThe best at shooting too.â
âIs that why your call-sign is Bullseye?â he asks you.Â
You square your shoulders before smirking and replying, âYes.â
âIâll spoil it for you,â Rooster laughs. âSheâs terrible at darts.â
âFirst of all, I was drunk!â you exclaim with a laugh. âI wouldâve gotten that bullseye if you hadnât bumped into me!â
âMhmm, blame the alcohol,â Rooster teases.Â
âSo, Y/N, who was that guy you were talking to?â Coyote asks.Â
âYeah, didnât look like a good conversation,â Bob adds.Â
âUm, my boyfriend, Nick,â you respond, feeling Green Eyes stare at you. âSoon-to-be ex.â
âWhy soon-to-be?â Fanbooy asks.
âJust,â you trail off. âWe fell apart.â
âDidnât look that way from our angle,â Green Eyes mutters.Â
âIâm sorry,â You say, turning toward him. âWho are you?â
Green Eyes grins before outstretching a hand and saying, âJake Seresin, Hangman. You can choose what you call me.â
âHangman?â you ask, quirking a brow. âLike the game?â
âThe one and only,â he responds coyly.Â
âYouâre looking at the only naval aviator with one confirmed air-to-air kill,â Phoenix tells you. âHeâs also a dickhead.â
âOh, stop. Youâre being too sweet,â Hangman grins. He turns toward the bar and frowns. âIsnât that your soon-to-be ex?â
Your spine stiffens. You donât have to turn to know that Nick is standing at the bar, eyeing you from one of the barstools. Your eyes widen when you see him throw back a shot of what you know is whiskey. He turns aggressive when he drinks so this should be fun.
âYou okay there, Y/L/N?â Phoenix asks.
âI have to go,â You say, starting to walk toward him. However, you feel a hand on your arm and turn to see Rooster looking down at you, concern written all over his face.Â
âYouâre not going over there alone,â he tells you. Turning to the group, he tells them, âWeâre with her, I donât like the way he grabbed her the last time he was in here.â
The group give affirming nods, all except Hangman.Â
âIâve got this,â you tell Rooster. âHeâs harmless.â
You knew it was a lie as soon as it left your lips and so did Rooster. His dark brown eyes narrow on you before he takes a swig of his beer and says, âWeâll be close by.â
You curtly nod before cracking your neck and handing Phoenix your beer. So much for relaxing.Â
You make the short walk to where Nick sits at the bar, feeling Pennyâs eyes half on you and on another customer. Behind, you can feel the gaze of your friends as they watch you stand before Nick.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â You ask.Â
âI was about to ask the same thing,â he says. âSee, I called the Hard Deck line and they told me you had clocked out. But I remember Penny telling me that you were staying until closing.â
âNickââ
âDonât,â he orders. âWeâre going home. Now.â
âI donât think so,â You boldly announce.
Youâre just as surprised as Nick by the looks of it, so when he aggressively grabs your jaw and brings you close, you lock up completely.Â
âThat wasnât a request, Y/N,â Nick tells you darkly. His face is hard, you glance down at his hand by his hips and see that itâs clenched tightly.Â
âNick,â You start. âLetâs just go. Letâs not do this here.â
âWhy not? You don't want your buddies to see how much of a cunt you are?â he spits. âLet them see what happens when you try to act like youâre single.âÂ
âYouâre hurting me,â You softly say. Nick scoffs before frowning at something behind you.Â
Not something, but a couple of somethings.Â
âLet her go,â you hear Hangman say. His Texan charm all the way off and threatening.
âThis has nothing of concern to you,â Nick spits.
âHow about you let her go, and we wonât beat the shit out of you,â Phoenix says, her hand on your lower back in comfort.
Nick obeys, pushing you to the left and into the bar top harshly before taking a few steps toward Phoenix. You turn, watching as Phoenix stands her ground, not flinching when Nick tries too scare her by flinching forward. Rooster comes between the two of them, almost touching Nickâs nose with his own. The bar falls silent, all eyes on the interaction.Â
âRoos,â You start. âItâs fine. Iâll go home with him.â
âNo,â Rooster says to you, eyes glued on Nick. âYouâre staying with Phoenix until he leaves your apartment.â
âRooster, I canââ
âThat wasnât a request, Y/n,â he booms. To Nick, he says, âHereâs whats gonna happen. Youâre gonna leave and start packing your shit. When she comes home tomorrow, and weâll be there to confirm, youâll be out of there and her life for god. Got it?â
Nick smiles before tapping Roosterâs chest, hard. âSo you were the one she used to fuck when she was an aviator. Tell me, Rooster, do you think sheâll open her pretty legs for you again?â
Rooster only smiles back before turning to his left where Fanboy and Coyote stand near you. âGet Y/N to the pool tables.â
Before they can grab you, Nick reaches out and squeezes your wrist tight before pulling you close to him. âYouâll have to peel her off me.â
âLet her go, Iâve called the police to remove you,â Penny says from behind the bar. âYour Captain wonât be happy to receive a call from jail.â
Nick clenches his jaw before slowly letting your wrist go and pushing you an arms length away. Before you have time to run into Coyoteâs arms, Nickâs fist is flying toward your face in slow motion. When it finally makes contact with your cheek, you stumble, falling into someoneâs arms and being dragged back before all hell breaks loose.Â
The bar is filled with shouting and the sound of glass shattering. And yet, all you can focus on is the way Rooster, Coyote, and Payback block Nick from rushing toward you. Youâre so engrained on the commotion before you, you donât hear when Hangman calls out your name.
Jake was a lot of things, but a hero was not on his roster. As soon as he saw Nick hit you, he went into full-on hero mode, pulling you into him and rushing you both to the pool tables. The look of shock paints your face as he watches you stare at the commotion before you.Â
Iâm in deep shit if she wants to go over there because Iâm not letting her out of my arms.
âHey,â Hangman soothes. âY/N, was it?â
You snap your head toward him and he has to fight to keep from sucking in a breath. Up close, you were gorgeous, even with that shiner growing on your left eye.Â
âAre you okay?â he asks.
âIâm fine,â You say, realizing who youâre sitting on and then standing from his lap. âI have to get over there.â
Hangman knew youâd say that so he stands with you, and shakes his head. âNo, I donât think Rooster would like that very much.â
âWell, itâs a good thing Rooster isnât here,â You tease before breaking for a sprint. Only, you donât go far because Hangman has his arms around your waist in seconds.Â
âYouâre a slippery one arenât you?âÂ
âI just want to get Nick out of here,â You whisper.Â
Hangman searches your eyes, sensing every ounce of truth radiating from them. Matching you, he whispers, âRoosterâs got it handled.â
âAre you okay, Y/N?â You both hear Rooster say it but you donât dare turn your heads toward him. Hangmanâs eyes search yours again, wanting you to say something.
âI can take you to my apartment if youâd like,â Phoenix says to you.Â
You finally turn away from Hangmanâs intense gaze and push away lightly. âYeah, I think that would be best.â
âPenny said to leave your car here by the way,â Bob says, looking between you and Hangman.Â
âSounds good,â you respond, turning to walk away with Natasha, arms linked. Before you both completely walk out of Hard Deck, you turn around to see Jake already staring with longing eyes.Â
Something about it makes you shiver and pull Nat closer.
* Â * Â *
Jake watches as you turn back around and smile at something Phoenix said, wondering what it was that made you smile. He turns to Rooster, whoâs givinghim the most sly grin heâd ever seen.
âYou like, Y/N,â Rooster states.Â
âYouâre not wrong,â he admits. âShe seems so familiar. Have I met her before this?â
âYouâve probably seen her picture all over Top Gun,â Coyote tells him.Â
âWait where?â
âOh, you know, the main entrance,â Bob says. âLiterally in the classrooms⊠do you not pay attention to the walls?â
âSheâs been through a lot,â Fanboy mutters before taking a sip of his beer.Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â Hangman asks. When he sees the others give warning looks, he adds, âWhat happened?â
Rooster sighs before taking a swig of his beer. âYou remember that aviator that went missing a few years back?â
âThe one they found half dead?â Jake asks. âYeah?â
âThat was Bullseye,â Bob quietly tells him.Â
âShe wasââ Jake had to stop himself from speaking. Anger and sadness filled is chest at the thought of what may or may not have happened to you.Â
âYeah man,â Payback says, clapping Jakeâs shoulder. âThat anger you feel right now? That was us when we found out it was her.â
âSheâs never told us what happened, not even Nat.â Rooster tells them. âItâs like she just shut that out. What we do know is that she never stepped foot on a tarmac ever again.â
âShe couldnât bear to sit in the box again either,â Coyote adds. âShe had a full panic attack as soon as the glass went down. Rooster here had to carry her out.â
Rooster nods. âSo whatever youâre thinking of doing with her, donât.â
At that, Jake recoiled and frowned. âWhat makes you think I wanted toââ
âCâmon, Jake. I saw the way you look at her when she and Phoenix walked out,â Rooster drawls. âY/N is the closest thing I have to a sister, so just please. If you do try to get with her, donât. And if you manage to actually succeed, donât push her. Sheâs strong but she can only take so much.â
Jake only nods.Â
His mind is swirling with questions heâs too afraid to ask.
What happened to you that made you so terrified to be in the box? Why were you with that asshole if you had so much trauma? Was Nick just a coping mechanism of sorts?Â
When was he going to see you again? And why does the though of seeing you again make his heart warm?
Hangman didn't know the answers, but he damn sure wanted to find out.
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The Color Blue - Chapter 1
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Synopsis: As the only daughter to the leader of the Kamo Clan, you were trained and protected to one day bring your father honor through your marriage to the heir of the Gojo Clan. However, your husband ended up being something that your family never prepared you for. As you come to navigate a new world of politics between the clans, your husband convinces you that there is nothing wrong with honoring yourself too.
Warnings and Content: fem! reader and slightly ooc! (?) gojo (ig; i feel like i didn't write him as in character as i wanted), cursing, allusions to and anxiety about marriage consummation, themes of traumatized and anxiety-ridden reader, themes of forced/arranged marriage
Author's Note: Fuck me in the ass, it took me wayyy too long to get this out to y'all I'M SOOOO SORRY GUYS I DIED AND NOW I AM REBORN BACK AND SEXIER THAN EVER! Anyway, I'm at least happy to finally get this out for you guys because you guys gave me so much love for the prologue (mwah mwah). If you have yet to read the prologue, pleaseee do so! Provides some good context to the premise of the story. I'm going to flag once more that there will be themes of nsfw and physical/mental abuse down the line!
Word Count: ~7.3k
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"Are you afraid of me?"
He spoke. You masked your surprise easily. Did you look afraid? What made him suspect that? How do you answer?
Respond clearly. "No, Gojo-sama. Apologies if I seem at all startled in any way. I am taking in my new surroundings," you replied with a slight incline of your head towards him.
Satoru's eyebrows raised a little. It was the first time he had ever heard your voice. As he suspected, it was graceful and beautiful, but still so sad. And what was with the honorifics? He waited a second for you to say something else, but nothing came. "Do you like it? The house that is." Satoru figured the only way to get anything out of you was to ask himself.
He asked you a question. Respond clearly. Tell him what he wishes."Yes, your home is beautiful Gojo-sama. I'm very fortunate to be living here as your wife." Your words sounded exactly the same, clipped and poised to perfection like the small smile you had on your face. Your skin was cold despite the amount of fabric that covered it, but you refused to shiver. You refused to tremble despite the fear you were feeling. Yes, you had trained and prepared yourself for this. You would be fine.
Satoru only cocked his head and crossed his legs, observing you like a painting from where he sat on the couch. "Thank you." His voice conveyed his usual charisma, but the look he was giving you did not. He sighed as you only bowed your head again and said nothing. He could tell you were afraid, you just didn't wish to admit it. Was it stubbornness or nervousness that had you standing like that before him, looking both strong and weak at the same time?
After a few moments, he spoke again, this time with a little more calmness and reassurance. "I don't bite, y'know." Not a word left your lips at that. You didn't even move. It was like he had a statue standing in a wedding dress in the middle of his foyer. Not a statue, a corpse, with unfeeling, empty eyes. Maybe you weren't happy with the current situation. "Did you like the reception? I'm sure you had input in the planning."
Take this chance to show your worth. "I planned the entire reception, Gojo-sama. I hope it was to your liking." You clasped your hands even tighter as you waited for his reaction.
Satoru raised his eyebrows. "Oh, wow. I'm sorry then, I'm sure you liked it because you put it all together. Well, uh, I definitely enjoyed it, and I'm sure everyone else did too. You did a great job. Uh, thank you," Satoru chuckled. He meant every word. Planning an event of that nature must have been a daunting task and you had done it all on your own. You must be pretty independent.
"Of course, Gojo-sama. It was my duty," you replied with another bow. The fear in your gut subsided at his words. It seemed he could be won over by acts of service.
Duty. That's when it clicked in Satoru's head. You saw this as 100% a duty. Well, it wasn't like he didn't see this arrangement as a duty too, but it had always been more than that to him. It was both a duty and an enjoyment. At least, that's what he hoped it would be for the both of you.
He said nothing for a few moments. You didn't move. He could tell by the uncomfortable silence that the household staff was probably listening from somewhere nearby. Perhaps that also made you uneasy. "Let's head somewhere more private," Satoru murmured, and stood from the couch.
Private? A chill ran down your spine that worsened when he made his way over to you. Were you both going to-
You remained silent as he took your arm gently and led you up the steps of the grand staircase. He moved slowly, watching and searching you for any indication of emotion or feeling, but you gave him none. He cleared his throat before speaking once more. "That outfit seems uncomfortable. I'm surprised you've been able to wear it all day."
Your mind was running circles around his words, but you didn't show it. Is he going to offer to take it off me? Why is he being so gentle with me? Where is he leading me? A bridal chamber? A bedroom? "It is not uncomfortable, just a little heavy," you responded, forcing yourself to keep your voice even. "The tailors did a fabulous job with it."
Satoru hummed and muttered his agreement. He would take this as slow as possible. He knew that the first thing he would have to do was make you comfortable. "I see. If you would like, you may change out of it, and I can take you on a tour of the rest of the estate. Or, you can sleep if you're tired."
This seems like a test, you thought. Which option would he prefer? "I can change and join you on a tour of the home," you responded. "If that is what you wish of me."
Not exactly the answer he was looking for, but an answer nonetheless. "Alright. I'll show you your bedroom. It's apart of my rooms of the estate. I hope that's alright," he said as he guided you towards a set of double doors down the hall.
Satoru stepped before you to open the doors himself, a few staff members walking out past. You assumed that they were finishing their cleaning for the night. You could tell a few of them looked at you as they passed, though you never looked up to meet their gaze.
You could tell these were Gojo's chambers, as they were decorated somewhat differently from the rest of the house. While the entire house had a more contemporary feel to it, his part of the estate added western styles to it: gray and white furnishing, an upstairs that led to an open second floor balcony overlooking the first floor living room space, comfortable carpeting, and a woodsy, homey scent. There was a dining area and billiards further to the right to entertain guests. Truly a home within a home.
Satoru led you up the stairs, watching as you looked over the second floor railing into the living room. When you reached the top, he gestured to the first door on the left. "This is my bedroom here, in case you ever need to find me," he said as he moved you two forward. "And this one is yours." He opened the next door over.
Satoru let you step into the room first. "I wasn't sure what you would prefer in terms of the color of the room and everything, so I had a few of my staff design it for me. Do you like it?" he asked, a slight guilt to his tone. He felt bad that he knew almost nothing about you. He didn't even know where to start when he began planning to incorporate you into his home, but he figured an inviting bedroom would be a start.
"Yes, very much so" you replied. The room was bigger than your one at the Kamo estate. The furniture was made of oak wood, with the room itself having accents in white and various shades of purple. The canopy bed was plush and had silk sheets. Most of your attention was drawn towards the bookshelf in one corner, which already had some of your books as well as many new ones. The closed curtains, which had little butterflies sown on them, had moonlight escaping into the room. The wall to the right had another door, which you assumed led to the bathroom and closet. "Thank you for arranging this for me, Gojo-sama."
You moved your gaze down as you turned to face him. "Of course," he chirped.
Silence once more.
He sighed audibly. "You're gonna hurt your neck if you keep looking down like that, pretty girl. Especially with that monstrosity on your head," he said softly as he approached you. You stilled, jumping a bit as Satoru reached his hands forward to grasp the top of the headpiece. "Shh, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? Just taking it off for you," he murmured when he saw you tense up. He removed the headpiece gently, letting your hair fall. He resisted the urge to touch the soft locks upon seeing them unbound, and instead opted for setting the headpiece on a side table. "There. Feels a lot better, doesn't it?"
"Yes. Thank you, Gojo-sama." You still didn't look at him. After a pause you asked, "May I go change now?"
Why did you ask for permission? "Sure," he answered, a little confused as he watched you retreat into the bathroom. He stood awkwardly in the room as he heard you shuffle around behind the door. He sighed and leaned against the bed. What was it that had you so... uptight? Why wouldn't you relax?
Meanwhile, you made yourself busy undressing and slipping out of the heavy fabrics of your wedding garb in the bathroom, hanging up the piece and choosing a simple, flowing dress to change into. You looked into the mirror once more, and paused.
You had forgotten about the white lace lingerie your handmaidens had forced you into while dressing you this morning. A provoking technique, they had called it. It was beautiful, the entire ensemble having been comprised of silk and lace with little flowers adorning it, but you felt incredibly uncomfortable now that you saw yourself with it on. You felt more like a prized ham, wrapped up and ready to be eaten. And that is my responsibility tonight-
Your thoughts were broken by the sound of movement coming from the room. Right. He's still out there. You thought back to how he had taken off your headpiece. You couldn't help but be frightened for a moment, but then the way he removed it had been... gentle, as all his other actions toward you had been.
You were used to men like him: large, imposing sorcerers, with big egos and even bigger amounts of cursed energy. However, when any of those men came close to you, maybe even to just put a hand on your shoulder, their touch was also gentle, but not in the way Satoru was. They were gentle and domineering. Satoru had been both gentle and considerate.
But what he had called you...
It still felt like he was trying to get something out of you. And you didn't like it.
You slipped on the dress over the lingerie, letting the soft velvet material warm you as the skirt ended at your ankles. You had always liked this evening dress.
Satoru's head shot up when he heard the door click open. You stepped back into the room, ready to be led. Your apparel took him aback at first. He had expected you to choose something comfortable, a t-shirt and leggings at least, but you still came out dressed like you were going somewhere. You looked beautiful though, and he supposed it was nice to see you in something that wasn't clan-styled regalia (didn't matter that he was still wearing his outfit from today).
Satoru said nothing as you took his arm and let him lead you into the estate. Although he didn't look directly at you, he observed your movements. Beautifully robotic was the way he could best describe it. But why?
Then it dawned on him. The wedding had been ceremonial, so your actions there he could ignore, but everything after... it was like you were still in the ceremony, even in this moment. He saw it firsthand when you said your goodbyes to your family. You would be seeing them so much less now that you were married, yet neither of your parents nor siblings hugged you or expressed any emotion when sending you off.
Then finally with himself. You never looked at him. You complimented him at every opportunity. You asked for permission to go get dressed.
He could never get you to relax. To be comfortable. It was like you were being monitored by some invisible camera that he couldn't see and that you feared.
Duty. 100% a duty.
He looked down at you once more as you walked down the hallway, eyes trained ahead. Yes, those eyes had been his first sign, he realized. For what once held liveliness and curiosity in youth had been replaced with a senseless, dull husk of what he remembered.
Something had happened in those seven years since he last saw you. He felt sorry for you.
He felt sorry because he felt like this was somehow his fault.
But that wasn't going to stop him from trying to be the best he could to you.
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An hour later, Satoru had shown you about half of the estate, everything between recreational rooms, kitchens, dining rooms, and his own personal office. Yet, as he talked, you seemed disinterested, elsewhere.
The both of you were on the first floor, walking down a hallway with floor to ceiling windows on the left wall.
"There's not much left to show you, or at least anything that's interesting anyway. If there's anywhere else you'd like to..." Satoru's voice trailed off when he looked at you again, staring out of the windows as you passed.
There. You looked out the windows toward the estate garden, your eyes wide, glittering, and curious. He opened his mouth and then closed it. You looked like a little girl staring at a new doll in a toy store. Finally, something that he could read from you that you refused to hide. Wonder and interest.
Satoru stopped walking when the two of you reached a set of glass doors that led outside. "Do you want to see the garden?" he asked, almost chuckling when you nodded eagerly. "Let's go then." He opened one of the doors to let you through, watching you with amusement. You still kept your face neutral, hands folded over your chest as you stepped out into the open air before walking, practically running, over to the vast flower beds and trees across the lawn.
He just stared as you bursted with this sudden childlike excitement. So you can be won over somehow. Satoru laughed under his breath, a small smirk on his face as he went to join you. You started by walking between bushes, running your hands along any part of the plants as you could. He never would have guessed that you were interested in plants, but now that he thought about it, it made sense. He could see you being the type of girl that's interested in feminine things. Things like dresses, books, and maybe even chocolate desserts. Things like flowers.
You were kneeling next to a bush of blue hydrangeas as he approached. He thought you looked perfect like this, the moonlight playing off of your hair, skin, and dress while you ran your fingers along petals. However, when you realized he was getting closer, you quickly got up and returned to how you were in the foyer: standing straight, hands clasped, and head bowed. It stopped Satoru in his tracks, but also made him understand a little more of how you worked.
You must see a husband, him, as an authority figure that you have to please. Satoru didn't know why. Maybe your family pushed you to be a good wife, but now you're just taking it too far. You must be able to relax when you're comfortable, or when you're alone. That had to be it. Right now, you seem to view this place as comforting, so he had to be the same.
And if he seemed to make you feel uncomfortable, he would leave you alone.
But first, he had to try to get through to you.
"Do you like gardens?" Satoru asked, even though the answer was really fucking obvious.
"Yes, Gojo-sama," you replied. "I like flowers and plants. They are a great enjoyment of mine. Your garden is the most magnificent I have ever seen."
It was the best Satoru had ever seen too, but at this point, he couldn't tell if you were lying to him just to make him happy. He took a step closer and huffed a little. "Y'know... you don't have to call me that. I mean, I'm your husband, not the emperor," he chuckled, though he was dead serious. Laughing through it was the only way to show that he wasn't mad at you. "Why do you like flowers? Or these ones in particular?" He gestured to the bush that you had been admiring.
If you were nervous or scared, you didn't show it. You seemed to be pondering for a moment as you looked at the bush. "I... don't know. Flowers have interested me since I was a child. I used to keep up a garden at home."
A garden that you'll never get to take care of again, he realized. "Well, if you want or... if you need something to do, I can have someone show you where we keep our gardening supplies. You can do as much or as little as you like of course."
Your eyes lit up at the request. "That would be lovely, Gojo-" He could tell you were about to add the "-sama" at the end, but stopped yourself. He still smiled at the way that you seemed to beam in the current setting.
"What other things do you like? Do you have any hobbies?" Satoru asked, watching as you continued to run your hands along the plant.
"I like music," you stated.
"Really? You play any instruments?" He proceeded to raise his eyebrows as you listed a slew of different types that you knew how to play, though you added that piano was your favorite. "What else?"
"I like... cooking, and cats, and," you settled one of the hydrangeas in your hand, "the color blue."
Satoru hummed in response. He felt like he was getting somewhere. "Really? Well in that case, I guess I should've had your room be that color."
"Purple is still just as nice," you replied with a small smile. It was brief, but he could tell it was genuine. It took his breath away. It was almost embarrassing, this effect you were having on him.
"Yeah, I guess." Satoru dared to move a step closer to you. He could see you tense, and decided this was as far as he would get. Maybe now was the time to get some answers out of you. He watched your hand continue to rub the petals. "How do you feel about... all of this. Really."
"Your garden is dazzling-"
"No, I mean our... situation. Be honest with me," he said gently, but the way he worded it almost made it sound like he was pleading with you.
You paused before answering. Your hand stopped moving. "This marriage is just as important to me as it is to my father and the Kamo name. I will do right by him to ensure that it succeeds. And not just for him, but for you as well." Your tone was light and sophisticated, your voice sweet as can be, but it still felt fabricated. Rehearsed. Satoru wasn't buying it.
After a few moments, he decided to try something a little bold. "Look. I'm not your father, okay? And this isn't the Kamo estate. You don't have to be so... restrictive around me. I know this is, like, your first time ever talking to me, but I'm not some authoritarian." He almost regretted the words when he saw your guilty face. "But of course, that also means I'm not going to control the way you act. You can do whatever you want, say whatever you want. It's all fine by me." Silence again. "(Y/N)?"
You seemed... confused. Satoru spoke again. "Are you feeling alright? All I'm saying is I want you to be comfortable here. If that means... not interacting with me as much, then I get that."
Still nothing.
Satoru sighed. Maybe he needed to take a different approach. Maybe he just needed to leave you alone for a while. "If there is... anything else you want to see, I can show you. Otherwise, I'm going to go to bed. You can stay out here as long as you want..." he said softly. He began to turn away from you, listening for your movements as he started to walk inside. You only walked from your spot and moved further into the garden.
The halls echoed with the sound of his footsteps. That went... much differently than expected.
He thought back to fantasies he used have of what this night would look like: learning more about you, showing you around the estate, laughing with you until both of your stomachs went numb.
Kissing you for the first time in that garden, and, if you wanted it, carrying you back to his room in seconds.
But as he thought more about it, Satoru realized just how unlikely those scenarios would have been, especially with the current situation. He speculated that your behavior was a combination of your familial expectations, anxiety, and the fact that you were meeting him for the first time. Not to mention, he knew he wasn't the most approachable-looking person in the world.
This was going to take some time. He would let you get used to the house first, get used to seeing him and the other staff around. Then eventually, you might begin to open up to him once you felt safe.
Or you might not talk to him at all.
Satoru really hoped it didn't come to that.
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Some time ended up being much longer than what Satoru thought you would need. It had been a week since you last spoke, and you made no effort to approach him.
He did get some semblance of a routine you kept. You were definitely a busy body, always up and ready with a full breakfast waiting for him on the dining room table before he was up (although, since he had the following two weeks after the wedding off, he was sleeping in later than normal). By the time he was finished eating and getting ready for his day, you had gone halfway through your daily routine, which included cleaning and managing the state of almost every room in the whole building. Once that was finished, you prepared lunch, taking your portion out to the garden to eat. The rest of the day you used for your own recreation, usually something along the lines of taking walks, reading, or taking care of different parts of the garden. Of course, you still had time set aside to make him dinner before you stayed in your room for the rest of the night.
Just noticing the things you do throughout the day was a source of admiration from him alone. Satoru knew that the kind of work he did would be considered maddening and dangerous, yet he accomplished everything with ease. He couldn't help but think of you in the same light. You completed the same tasks everyday without fail or signs of fatigue (gods know he could barely clean a fucking toilet without gagging). He noticed that the meals you cooked were not just chosen randomly, but instead were meant to be perfectly balanced in terms of nutrition while still complimenting every bite he took. In other words, fucking delicious. Satoru knew he wasn't a bad cook either, but you made five star meals like it was no one's business.
He would see you often around the house, your skirts or dresses flowing as you flitted about. He could tell you favored modest clothing, usually in either knee to floor-length dresses, or blouses with skirts of the same length. Your makeup was simple, your hair always done up and clean.
Whenever he was close enough to you or entered a room you were in, you always bowed politely and addressed him, never saying more than was needed, before returning to whatever it was you were working on. Satoru knew if he asked, you would sit down and have a conversation with him or eat with him, but he wasn't going to push it. He wanted to be sure it was something you were okay with.
Yet hours and days dragged with almost no change. What was meant to be your two week honeymoon break passed, and Satoru had to return to his missions. Somehow you had already known what time he gets up to eat, and, just like almost any other day, there was a breakfast waiting for him.
No sign of the person who cooked it, though.
Satoru decided he couldn't take this anymore, the awkwardness and silence. No, he was going to find you and asked if you wanted to eat this breakfast with him.
Luckily, he found you in the kitchen putting away dishes you had just finished washing. "Good morning, (Y/N)," he said, trying to sound as polite as he could without frightening you.
You must have been lost in thought, because you jumped when he said your name and turned towards him.
Head bowed. Eyes down. Hands folded.
He was tired of it.
"Good morning, Gojo," you replied. "I hope you had a restful evening last night."
"I did..." he said. "I was just... wondering if you wanted to eat that delicious-looking breakfast you made with me. You're allowed to say no, of course." He felt stupid having to add that last bit.
"Apologies, Gojo, but I already took my breakfast this morning, but I sincerely appreciate your offer." He felt his stomach drop inside him a little. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"No, it's fine. I'll be home later tonight." He tried to keep his tone from sounding disappointed. He couldn't be mad at you for eating before he asked you. However, Satoru wanted to end the conversation positively, with something not so... stale. He turned to walk to the door, looking once more over his shoulder at where you still stood. He opened his mouth once, closed it, and then opened it again. "You look gorgeous today, by the way."
That surprised you. Not the words necessarily, nor the fact that these weren't your best clothes, but the way he said it. Like he meant it. It stirred something in you. You decided to look up at him, but he was already gone.
A while later, Satoru was dressed and ready to go, his car parked just outside with the AC blasting. He walked down the grand staircase... with you waiting for him at the bottom.
You were waiting for him. He paused in front of you once he reached the bottom of the steps. You had assumed your usually stance, but... he could tell you wanted to say something.
"I... realized that I never asked what you would like me to make for dinner for when you return..." you said as if you were just realizing that you were standing here, and you needed to make up an excuse.
It tugged at his heartstrings a bit. You had never asked if he had a preference for dinner, so... this was you trying to approach him to start a conversation. "Well, whatever you want to make is fine. You're such an amazing cook. I would never not eat anything you make," Satoru exclaimed with a small smile before leaning in a bit as if telling you a secret. "But, if I must request something, I reallyyy like mochi desserts," he whispered before pulling away. "But you didn't hear it from me."
Your small smile and barely noticeable laugh made his heart explode. Pride swelled in his chest. So you have a sense of humor in some regard...
He smiled and walked past you to the door, walking through before-
"Gojo," you called from across the room. Satoru turned at the sound of you calling his name.
"Have... have a nice day today..." you said, giving him a small bow.
His eyes widened in surprise before he flashed you a grin. "You too, pretty girl." And just like that, he left, the door shutting behind him.
Satoru was trying to do his best not to holler in excitement on the other side of the door. You went out of your way to meet him at the front door and ask what he wanted for dinner and told him to have a good day? He felt like a middle school girl. A stupid smile plastered itself on his face as he walked to his car.
And stayed for the rest of the day after.
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The next few weeks went just the same: him waking up to breakfast that you sometimes stopped by to eat a few bites of, you saying goodbye and asking what he wanted for dinner at the door, and him coming home to that meal in the evening, which you occasionally ate with him also.
Satoru felt pretty spoiled if he was being honest. He never liked those mysogynistic views on gender roles, especially when it came to the roles of a husband and wife, but he was now understanding the appeal. He had assured you a few times that you didn't need to have something home cooked and ready for him each time he came home, and that he was just as fine with takeout, but that never stopped you. He knew it was serious, if not a little concerning, when he asked for a three-tiered Danish cake for dessert as a joke and you had made two because you, in your words, got bored and had the time. He didn't even know he owned the cooking supplies needed to do that. Nevertheless, to say he ate most of that within a few days would be an understatement.
As time grew, Satoru had been able to observe you more closely. There were the normal things, like the type of books you liked to read (mostly poetry), what time you liked to take your walks (sometime between 3:00 and 6:00pm), and what days you went to the grocery store and farmers market (Wednesdays, if he's correct) despite household staff insisting to him to tell you to stop because it was technically their job. He could never find himself to do so.
Then there were a few... less fortunate things. You still don't look up at him, for starters, and your voice still retained that proper, unnatural tone. Besides the times where you say goodbye to him in the mornings, you always observe and never speak unless he speaks to you. You have a cell phone, but you almost never use it, so he assumed you probably have no friends that you contact, or even family that wanted to contact you for that matter. Lastly, among a few more things, you always try to sneak an ice pack from the fridge some nights when you think he can't see it in your hand as you walk back to your room with it. He never knew what it was for, until he saw it on your neck while you read in the library, something he had to peak through the doors to see.
You get neck pains because of the subservient posture you forced yourself to have around him, and Satoru started to think just how far back this training you had been given goes. He knew that you couldn't get neck pains from bowing if you've only been doing it for a month.
One day, he brought the situation up to Yaga as they watched some student sorcerers training out on the grounds. "You really don't know the kind of backwards training the Kamos put their girls through?" Yaga asked, fixing a stitch on one of his jujustu dolls. "I thought you knew what you were getting into, especially since you're in one of the clans yourself."
"Well, I'm starting to see it," Satoru says with a wince. "I just don't know how to get her to... relax, I guess. Act normal, y'know?"
"Do you think she even knows how?" Yaga mused. Satoru went still. "The Kamos are traditionalistic; their customs span all the way back to the Golden Age of Jujustu as a way to preserve the glory of that time period. This includes how they train their... females."
Satoru furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I don't know much," Yaga said, a piece of the string in his mouth as he adjusted a stitch. "The kinds of things like how to please a husband, how to raise kids, how to behave around authority figures, which includes men. Weird stuff like that. And if (Y/N) is Arao Kamo's only daughter that was betrothed to marry the Six-Eyes wielding Gojo clan head, you can expect her to be well educated in that regard."
Satoru sighs. He felt stupid for not looking into that, for chalking it up to some kind of anxious defense when it was much more than that. "I'm a real fucking idiot."
"Yeah, well, while that may be true, there's not much you can do but give it time. With the kind of stuff she was brainwashed to believe, the least you can do is give her some patience," Yaga said, finishing up his patch.
"True, but that'll take forever," Satoru groans, looking out at the young sorcerers sparring. "She won't do anything unless I tell her to. She doesn't know what it's like to just... have some sort of free will."
"Then maybe show her what's like to have one," Yaga says with a groan, settling back into the bench they were sitting on.
There was a pause before Satoru chuckled. "This is the one time you've actually given me advice that I considered listening to."
"Good. You should, otherwise I'll send you on another mission from this weekend," Yaga grumbled.
"Fine, I'll listen."
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That next day, Satoru planned on asking you about something when he saw you before he left.
"Hey, pretty girl," he quipped with a smile as he walked down the stairs, enjoying the slight blush that formed on your cheeks, something he had noticed the past few times he called you that.
"Good morn-" your gentle words were cut off by a sudden cough and a sniffle that caught his attention. He stepped in front of you.
"Hey, are you alright? Is your throat okay?" he asked, his usual teasing tone replaced with one of concern.
You seemed to pause for a moment before speaking. "I'm alright. Something caught in my throat is-" You coughed again, this time more aggressively as you turned to cover it.
Satoru's brow furrowed. He gently pulled your chin so you could face him again. He felt your forehead with the back of his hand. "You're burning up, (Y/N). You probably have a fever."
"I can assure you, Gojo, I feel-" You gasped as you were suddenly lifted into his arms, his hands resting underneath your back and knees as he walked you back up the stairs. He smiled a little when he felt you throw your arms around his neck.
"Please don't lie to me, (Y/N). How long have you been feeling like this?" Satoru asked calmly as he carried you to your room. You looked down at the floor.
A pause. "About the past two days." Satoru sighed.
He opened the door to your room and set you down on the bed. "Hold tight, okay? I'm just going to go grab some things..." He left and returned a few minutes later with an ice pack wrapped in a towel, some medicine, and a glass of water.
Setting the items down on your bedside table, Satoru started by ripping two pills out of their packaging and handing them to you with the water. "Why have you been walking about like normal when you've been feeling this way for the past two days?"
You took a moment to take the pills before answering. "I am well enough to complete my usual routine, so I saw no need for rest. I had the staff prepare your meals to make sure you did not catch my illness," you replied weakly, trying not to cough.
Satoru shook his head. "But we have people hired here to do those tasks anyway. You still need to take care of yourself." Your brow furrowed.
"But I'm still-"
"Don''t fight me on this," Satoru butted in. You lowered your head, eyes despondent. "I don't mean to say I don't appreciate what you do every single day. Really, I really appreciate it. But I don't want you doing anything when you're clearly feeling like shit."
"My apologies-"
"Don't apologize. Please." Satoru's mouth tightened when he saw the ashamed look on your face, the way your shoulders caved slightly. He spoke again, this time more smoothly. "I'll call Yaga to cancel my appointments for today. Just let me take care of you... and don't feel bad about it. Okay?"
Satoru didn't care that he was almost begging with you, but he needed you to understand that that's all he really wanted right now. To take care of and cater to you for a change instead of you constantly doing so for him.
"But, you might get sick too..." His chest tightened a little at the guilt you displayed, your tone of voice, the slight whine in it.
"That's fine. Just means I don't have to go to work longer," Satoru chuckled, moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to your legs. "But don't think that's the only reason I'm here with you now, of course."
Your lips moved into a small, downturned smile as you huffed a laugh. You weren't even smiling in full, yet he thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
A sharp, painful sounding cough from you broke the silence. Satoru handed you the water again, propping another pillow behind your head. Once you finished, he took the water from you and handed you a woolen blanket that you had resting on the end of your bed. "I'll get some lozenges for your throat and some tissues. For now, just rest for me, okay? I'll come back to check on you, but if you need anything just yell. I'll be in my room," he said as he adjusted the ice pack onto your forehead.
"Okay," you whispered. You looked almost... stunned. Like you never expected this. It made Satoru sadder than he would like to admit.
After a few seconds, he stood, turned off the lights, and shut the door quietly. He walked away right before the sound of your soft cries reached the door.
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Satoru looked after you for the next two days, making sure you took medications and got proper rest. Even when you were well enough to get back on your feet, he still made your meals and brought you ice packs and popsicles at night for your throat.
He apologized the first few times he served you food, scratching the back of his head and laughing. Sure, his grilled cheese and tomato soup wasn't bad, but it was embarrassing compared to your culinary genius. You never replied, looking back at him with a perplexed expression.
Satoru noticed this, and he had his suspicions as to why you may be confused. Because you had been living with him for the past month and a half, he was able to easily discern what your looks meant, or at least, what he thought they meant. Your confusion was not necessarily because of actual confusion, but rather, because you weren't used to gestures like this. It was a little disheartening, of course, but slowly, you began to accept them with a small smile and nod of your head. It put him at ease to see you that way.
Now was the third day Satoru stayed home to be with you, and because you seemed to be doing much better, he knew this would probably be the last day he would have to do so. Thus so, he wanted to make the most of it.
It was early afternoon when Satory began to approach your room. You had taken to sleeping in while being sick, and if there was one thing he had definitely learned from this time with you, it's that you could sleep when you weren't waking yourself up at a certain time. He found it cute, and somewhat surprising.
He snuck into your room as you slept, gently placing the reason he came in on your bedside table: a vase, with those blue hydrangeas in it. And just as he was about to walk out, you called his name.
Satoru stilled and turned slowly. You were staring at the flowers on the bedside with a haphazard, exhausted look on your face. God, and just when he thought this moment couldn't get any more precious...
"Fuck, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. Goddamn, and I had it all planned out too! Having you wake up to flowers, I was just gonna get cracking on some blueberry pancakes and everything-"
"Oh... are we celebrating something?" you asked, looking between your hands and the flowers.
"No, 's just because. Unless there's something you want to celebrate? Happy your-fever-decreased-from-103-to-101 day?" he chuckled. "Anyway, I'm going to attempt to make pancakes even though I'm ass at it. Hope you're okay with Frosted Flakes as a fall-back option." Satoru turned towards the door again. This woman has him adding blueberries to his pancakes-
"Satoru...?"
He paused, stopped, buffered, restarted. Did you just call him Satoru? His brain was running laps around the replayed sound of your voice in his head as he turned. He was elated, estatic, down-right jolly, one might say.
And then all that was thrown out the window he faced you completely, and you were looking right at him.
Head up. Eyes bright. Smile... paragon.
"Thank you... for taking care of me."
Satoru knew you weren't just talking about this past three days. He felt like a five year old boy laying his eyes on you again for the first time as he, the ever so confident, swaggering, and teasing Gojo Satoru, flushed. "Yeah, no, it's no biggie, you deserve it cause you do so much and you're my wife so I kind of have to and-" he bumped into the door behind him, "fuck, you know what? I'm just gonna shut up and go... pancakes... haha, yeah..."
This poor man Satoru turned the corner and facepalmed, shutting your door behind him while your small laughs could be heard from the other side of the door. Running a hand through his hair, he tried his best to compose himself while he walked away, but then your face flashed in his mind again, and it was like he had a buzz that reached from his brain down to his whole body. He was smitten.
Once he reached the kitchen, soft music playing from his phone, he searched up that pancake recipe. While he began to get out ingredients, there was a knock as someone entered through the doors that led to the rest of the estate. One of the household staff.
"Sir, there's a guest at the front door," the woman stated.
"Who?" Satoru asked as he leaned over the counter while scrolling through the recipe.
"Arao Kamo, sir."
Fuck.
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could you pretend to be in love? (02/10)
The Contract
pairing: modern!aemond Ă fem!reader (fake dating)
summary: there is no turning back now and now you and Aemond set the rules and conditions to start the whole farce.
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It's the first thing you see after turning off the alarm and you curiously enter to read the recent messages from an unknown number, not having the slightest idea of who it might be.
But you let out a long sigh of frustration when you read them and see that it's Aemond, who you don't understand how the fuck he got your number. Of course, it shouldn't have been hard for him, just a few questions and anyone can tell him what he wants to know.
And knowing that you have a long day ahead of you today, you already feel the pressure all over your body when you haven't even left your bed, where you also feel the frustration and all this uncertainty that you thought you had already overcome, but no.
You barely accepted yesterday and suddenly putting the plan into action from one day to the next, it's too much. But without really having a choice, you reluctantly force yourself to get up and start getting ready.
After an hour, you leave your house with the nagging feeling of carrying a weight on your shoulders to school. And all the way there, not even the music in your ears can make your mind calm down for a moment.
Knowing very soon that your whole social life will be a mess and you will no longer be invisible, since after all Aemond was right in that respect, causes you even more uneasiness and also nervousness because you are going to pretend to be the girlfriend of the most popular guy in school.
And once the bus makes its stop, you soon enter the halls of the bustling school. And knowing that a certain silver-haired guy is waiting for you right now, every heavy step you take towards the schoolyard echoes loudly in your ears, increasing your nervousness and anxiety.
You're even tempted to back up and tell him to forget it, but you resist and keep moving forward.
As you walk through the huge doors of the backyard, it's only a matter of time before you make out the figure of Aemond sitting at the same table as yesterday in the distance. Your heart skips a beat and you feel more nervous, but gathering your courage and taking a long breath, you advance towards him, ready but with uncertain steps.
Every step seems heavy, as if you are walking into the unknown and you try to hide the nerves in your gaze, especially when Aemond notices your presence. He watches you and slowly turns to you, a subtle smile on his lips.
Again there is that feeling of telling him to forget it, to find someone else, that you can't do this. But... your mind stops you and screams at you not to be silly, that at the end of it all there will be a reward, a very good reward that getting it by faking a relationship with him, is nothing.
And it's definitely worth it.
So resigned, you reach out to him.
"Hey," he says to you without wiping off his little smile, as you take a seat in front of him and he waits for you to finish settling in, "So you've come."
"Don't bother me," you tell him without humor, definitely contrasting his mood to yours.
"Now what did I do?"
"That," you point to his face, "You're enjoying this, seeing that I haven't backed out."
"Oh, please, I actually thought you wouldn't come and tell me to fuck off after you thought better of it," he justifies himself.
"Yeah? Well, nothing a free admission to your dream college won't do," you say with a slightly sarcastic tone, though implicitly admitting your reasons, "And it's actually not like I like skipping classes, so could we get this started?"
Aemond exhales long, averting his gaze from yours for a moment before returning to watching you.
"You know you'll have to be charming and act like you're completely in love with me in public, right?" he poses, expectantly.
"Yes, I know... in public," you point out to him, "Just now no one knows we're 'dating' genius," you add, underlining the falsity of the situation.
He places a small, amused, smirk on his lips.
"Yet."
He adds with a slightly defiant tone and you roll your eyes.
"Don't get too excited either."
"Are you not?"
"Oh yeah, I can't handle the excitement," you feign in a high-pitched, ironic voice, making exaggerated hand gestures.
Aemond lets out a short but genuine laugh at your gesture. He leans back slightly, his eye revealing a mischievous glint as he watches you.
"Glad to see you're keeping your sense of humor in this," he says with his tone changing slightly to a more relaxed one.
"I don't have much choice, do I?" you reply, accepting his change of mood, but still maintaining a certain emotional distance.
You figure it's just a matter of the two of you getting more into trust, and if you're going to do this with him, you're definitely going to do your part. But for now, this is still a little awkward and unexpected. And the sooner you do this, the better it will be for you.
So you shift your focus and lean forward slightly with a more serious expression on your face.
"So let's get started?"
"Well, making a contract will take up a lot of our time, so I thought it would be easier to just say and agree between us-
"It will be easier this way, to write down and establish the rules and the conditions we want to do during all this, just to have everything clear and not miss anything, Aemond," you interrupt him, taking out a notebook and a pen to start writing.
"Okay, fine," he says, shrugging his shoulders.
"So?" you watch him expectantly with the blank sheet of paper in front of you and your pen in hand, "What do you suggest first?"
"Well... first we need to know when this will all end," he begins to say, adopting a relaxed but firm stance, "And I would say that it may end when it is no longer necessary for both of you to continue pretending. But I think it's a better idea for us to last until graduation."
He proposes, looking at you intently, waiting for your reaction and you can't help but be a little surprised to hear that.
"Until graduation?" you repeat and he nods, "But you really want to do this for almost five months?"
"I know it's a long time, but that time can be beneficial for both of us," he explains, "That's enough time to give our relationship credibility and authenticity and it's also enough time to handle any problems that arise."
He says and you nod cautiously, evaluating his words.
"But if you disagree, tell me," he hurries to say.
His calm tone and your reasons contrast with the uncertainty and indecision you feel. And the two of you have barely started.
Five months is such a compromising situation and it generates some concern, because you know you will face so many things you still have no idea about and every day it could become more complicated to maintain the farce.
"I guess it's okay," you cautiously admit, trying to see the big picture, "But I feel like it's still a long time. But also reducing that time might not be enough," you agree.
"Yes but I'm sure we can handle it. And don't worry, if at some point we feel it's too much or we don't have enough reason to keep pretending anymore, we can talk iand end it."
You remain pondering, considering his words and after a few seconds you nod in agreement, and write it down as the first point on the sheet. But this alone is the first piece of a much more complicated puzzle.
1. Duration of relationship: Until graduation.
And Aemond also brings up the next point of the contract, expressing his ideas with quiet but evident assurance.
"Now, second..." he begins, "As for behavior in public, we should genuinely show affection in the hallways, cafeteria, and at any school activity and event. In a relationship people don't take their hands off each other, so we should smile at each other, hug each other, make subtle gestures, hold hands-
"Don't say kissing, please," you interrupt him, pleading, taking him by surprise.
"Of course, Y/N," he tells you instantly, incredulous, "Obviously we'll have to kiss."
As if having to act completely in love with him and be every moment touching him isn't enough. But the idea of kissing seems a bit much to you.
"I agree about showing affection and all that, but that kissing thing might be awkward and... weird," you say, trying to be sincere but not seeming completely closed off to the idea.
Aemond looks at you incredulously.
"So you don't want us to kiss?"
"I don't think it's necessary, honestly."
"Are you crazy? How are we supposed to pretend if we're not going to kiss? No one's going to believe us if we don't kiss and that's what will literally make the whole relationship believable," he insists, visibly concerned.
"Yeah, I get that it might seem necessary, but...at least I don't want to be having to kiss you every single time."
"You don't want to kiss me?" he asks you, visibly surprised, confused and... maybe a little hurt?
You watch him silently for a moment not understanding his reaction and then watch him with a small amused smile.
"I'm not one of your fans, Targaryen."
"Oh come on, everyone wants to kiss me," he says confused and incredulous, proving his point.
"Even the guys?"
"Well... yeah, I don't know, maybe some of them," he says with a shrug.
"Seven Hells," you mutter, averting your gaze for a moment, "I-I really don't want to do that," you say, speaking seriously and then you let out a sigh, "But you're right that no one's going to believe us-
"Obviously. I always have," he is quick to say.
"So my proposal is this... we'll kiss, yes, but only when it's extremely necessary, and when I say extremely necessary I mean extremely necessary."
You watch him intently, keeping yourself willing with your proposal, waiting for his opinion, which judging by his face, he doesn't quite agree with.
"And what would those extremely necessary moments be exactly?" he inquires, attentive and interested, also still looking slightly worried.
"In the cafeteria or in the hallways when everyone is obviously looking at us and we're attracting attention. Just don't abuse it."
Aemond lets out a long breath.
"Well, let's limit them to extremely necessary moments," he finally says resignedly and you quickly note the second point.
2. Behavior in public: Show affection as genuinely as possible in public, such as gestures, hugs, and holding hands. KISSING ONLY WHEN EXTREMELY NECESSARY.
"But then that second point is also going to apply to the parties you'll be going to with me and my lacrosse games you'll be going to."
You quickly raise your gaze to him.
"What?"
"Yes," he nods, "Going to the parties together will also lend credibility to the relationship and obviously we have to be very close to each other. And it's the same in my games, you must go to support and encourage me, like any girlfriend in love with her boyfriend would."
Aemond's words provoke an instant reaction in you, that confusing you and taking you by surprise.
"But I don't go to parties."
"Now you will," he says with a calm expression, reaching out his hand and taking the pen and your notebook.
"But-
He is already writing in a section further down the sheet which he lists as; 'additional conditions'.
Parties.
Lacrosse games.
"Aemond, I'm not a big fan of parties, really," you insist, "You'll have a bad time if you take me with you and I'll probably ruin everything."
"Don't worry, I'll teach you the trick to having a good time and change that mentality you have. Besides I won't take you to every party, just a few," he assures you, "All while keeping up appearances," he hands you back your notebook and pen, "With me you'll never get bored, I promise," he says with a small smile on his lips.
You let out a sigh, placing the notebook back in front of you, still undecided.
"Yes? Well, we'll see about that. I warned you though."
He lets out a soft little laugh.
"Come on Y/N, you can't be that bad."
"I assure you I can be."
"And so what do you do for fun?" he asks you, keeping his smile, curiosity evident in his gaze.
And there it is, the question that totally describes your personality and that in fact you don't like to answer to just anyone, because then they call you boring. But you can't lie to Aemond, he is astute enough and would notice.
So you decide to be honest.
"I like to read," you reply, lowering your gaze and feeling slightly embarrassed, "And I love going to the movies or watching movies and shows at home, either one is totally fine with me. Oh... and... hm... I also like ice skating, although I don't do that as often but... it's something I like too."
And even though it's only a bit of the world of things you like, Aemond listens to you attentively with a soft expression, saying nothing afterwards, as if he's processing every word you've said, while you only feel more embarrassed by the silence.
You know there's nothing wrong with it but it always made you insecure to share your hobbies, mostly because you know that many girls your age enjoy their teenage years going out with friends to parties and getting drunk.
That didn't and doesn't appeal to you now. You have long been more comfortable with the idea of staying home or going out somewhere else instead of going to parties.
It's not as if you don't attend or avoid every social event, yes you can attend and have a good time depending on who you are with and where, but not as often as every weekend.
However, you understand and recognize the logic behind Aemond's suggestion and that is that attending parties, is essential. And just as he is about to finally speak, you do so first.
"I know they are simple things and are not very exciting for most people. I also know they can be very boring but for me... that's what I like," you shyly confess.
"Hm," he says, taking a small moment, watching you softly, only causing you even more embarrassment, "Well, that's not what I was going to say," he says, catching your attention, "Sometimes it is the simple things that mean the most to everyone and, being honest... I find them interesting," he adds, trying to evaporate any awkwardness and embarrassment you might feel.
You raise your gaze, meeting his bright blue eye watching you softly and with his gaze full of genuine understanding, along with that hint of curiosity. And that gets your attention too.
He's not judging you. And even though it's not something he would do or at least hasn't tried to do yet, he's not judging you for it and you see that genuine interest in his gaze.
"Tell you what, for every party you go to with me, I'll read one of your favorite books or a movie or shows you want me to watch," he says, picking up the notebook and pen again.
"What?" you look at him confused, unable to help but smile in bewilderment, "Are you serious?"
"You must set your own conditions too," he states as he writes, "I already dragged you into my world, so now you're dragging me into yours," he looks up at you, "What do you think? Is it a fair exchange or not?"
His proposal takes you by surprise and also confuses you a little, however, the small smile remains on your face.
The genuine expression of openness on his face and the determination with which he wrote definitely makes you feel more comfortable. His willingness to immerse himself in your interests was not something you had agreed upon from the beginning, nor is it something extremely necessary to fake a relationship.
But it's for the simple reason that you both feel comfortable if you're going to pretend for almost five months and it seems like a nice gesture from him to include it, something you honestly didn't expect from him.
And when he gives you back your notebook, you see the new rule under 'additional conditions'.
For every party Y/N goes to with me, I will read a book or watch one of her favorite movies or shows.
"Yes," you nod, "Sounds like a fair deal to me."
Aemond smiles, pleased with your answer and also seeing the expression on your face.
"Great. We'll see if I discover something new I like. And you too..." he points at you with his index finger, "You won't regret it after you have a great time at my parties," he says enthusiastically, with a sort of complicity in his tone.
"Well, we'll see if you manage to impress me."
And right there, the two of you exchange complicit glances, Aemond having that little smile on his lips while you don't understand this strange new alliance the two of you are building.
But even though you didn't expect it, it's definitely to your liking.
"Now, third..." you point to the notebook with your pen, "Reinforcing the second rule, public appearance," you say, observing him, "We must act as a committed and attentive couple to each other at school and to these parties you want us to go to."
Aemond nods determinedly, thoughtfully.
"Yes, commitment at all times," he states seriously.
"So, that also means that neither of us can be with other people for the duration of all this, not even secretly," you add, making the point clear.
"And you want to write that as a rule too? It's obvious that neither of us should-
"I'll write it as the fourth rule, just to be clear about everything as I told you."
"Oh, fine."
3. Public appearance: Act like a real couple in love, be committed and attentive to each other at school and social events.
4. No involvement with other girls/guys: No casual encounters or texting with anyone else for the duration of the fake relationship.
"Oh and also..." says Aemond, reminding, "Since we're at that point, on additional conditions write that we should both upload photos and videos together on our social media. It's another way to lend credibility to our relationship."
"Photos and videos together on our social media," you repeat, looking at the notebook.
And this catches Aemond's attention.
"Don't tell me you don't use your social media," he says beginning to sound alert and concerned.
"No, no, I-I mean, yes," you hasten to say, "It's just... I don't know, I most likely don't use them as often as you do, besided I have very few followers."
"Don't worry, whatever followers you have are fine. Besides, I'm sure they'll increase when I upload my first photo with you."
You roll your eyes with an amused smile.
"Okay, Mr. Popularity."
"And speaking of that, hand me your Instagram and all your networks," he says instantly, grabbing his cell phone from his front pocket, "We better have that all figured out now."
Obviously Aemond's accounts had to be public while you maintain your privacy, with barely thirteen hundred followers while he has almost the entire school following him and probably from other schools as well.
In fact, your numbers compared to his are embarrassing. But you never really had the interest of having more followers on Instagram or more friends on Facebook, Snapchat is the same and apparently that doesn't matter to Aemond.
Upload photos and videos together to our social media.
"And well, I also think another very important thing is to maintain privacy," you suggest, lifting your gaze to watch him and Aemond gives you a confused look.
"Do you really want to write that down too? It's obvious we can't tell anyone-
"Let me enjoy this, Aemond. It's actually fun and I want to write it all down. So act serious," you ask.
He lets out a choked laugh.
"Well, yes, we must be discreet, no one must know that all this is false, only we know the truth and we must keep it that way," he says and you excitedly write it down.
"We mustn't involve our families in this either," you add, watching him intently, "But that will be difficult because your siblings are here," you grimace.
"We can keep up the farse with them for a while too, I'll convince them not to say anything to my mother or the rest of my family. And once everyone here at school is convinced enough, I'll tell the truth only to them," he say sure and confident, solving the problem.
"And you're sure you'll manage to keep them that way?"
"Yeah," he says with a shrug, "They're my siblings. I know how it works with each one."
5. Maintain privacy: Tell absolutely no one about the fake relationship or involve each other's families in it.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot..." Aemond says as he points to what is already written, "You must also go on each year's trip to Dragonstone with me. That's another additional condition of mine."
"What?" you inquire again, surprised and confused.
"Yes, the trip to Dragonstone," he affirms.
Oh God, the trip to Dragonstone.
Dragonstone is an island not far from King's Landing, where there is an ancient castle with a lot of history but has been modernized with the same name and is open to every visitor.
The school makes an annual trip for educational purposes as the castle has relics and structuring from thousands of years ago. You have seen pictures and videos where everything looks really beautiful, ancestral and almost royalty.
In addition the castle offers other activities, such as rides on its huge luxury yachts, surfing, diving and swimming lessons.
You always had the spirit to go but have always known that the trip is anything but educational. You've heard stories that happen with the students, such as getting drunk, partying on the yachts, hot tubs and obviously you've heard stories of who slept with whom.
Even the most reserved get to have fun and it's not something you're interested in. You know you don't fit in that environment, especially since everyone has to share a room and you're sure that if you go, you'll have to share a room with girls with different tastes and perspectives than yours. They probably won't even let you sleep.
"Come on Y/N, you've never been to Dragonstone?" asks Aemond incredulously, noting the grimace on your face for wanting you to go there with him.
"Well, yeah I've wanted to go but... I-I, I don't know, I've heard that instead of learning about the place, everyone goes to having fun, they party, they get drunk and I-I don't...
"And what do you expect us to do in a modern castle on the shore of the beach with yachts and hot tubs?" he inquires again, expectantly, "The trip is planned for the middle of the last month of these five months and you can't let me go alone with the things that go on in that place."
You make your grimace more visible, revealing your clear indecision. And even though you and Aemond have been at odds lately over the matter of tastes, he still places a soft smile in your direction, understanding that you are not like him and prefer to do other things.
"Look, you don't have to go to the parties and drink if you don't want to," he starts to tell you, "But we can at least go to one of the parties on the yachts and then do the activities they offer on site, swimming, diving and all that," he proposes, "We'll take pictures, tour the castle and we'll both be equally satisfied."
You ponder for a moment, considering his proposal. You know you only have to get your father's signature on the permit to be able to go to the island and it's not like you've gone before so... you can do it now.
"Well, I guess that's fine," you nod, "But really promise you won't leave me alone and we'll take the time to do other activities that aren't related to partying on yachts and hot tubs."
"Please, we'll go as a couple, so of course I won't leave you alone. You'll be stuck with me," he assures you, "And I also promise you that we'll do other activities, not just the parties."
"And..." you start to say, in a serious, warning tone, "Also promise you'll pick me up every morning to bring me to school. That's another one of my additional conditions. The bus isn't very comfortable anymore."
He nods, shrugging, completely unconcerned.
"Sure, it's no problem. Besides it will make the relationship more credible," he says softly.
Despite your doubts, you feel a sense of relief at seeing and acknowledging his commitment. And you also feel more confident knowing that you have his support in all of this, even in your conditions. So you write down the two new additional conditions.
Drive Y/N every morning to school.
Dragonstone trip.
At the end you both sign the sheet, looking honestly ridiculous but being funny, then both seal the whole contract by shaking hands.
"So when do we start all this?" you ask him, putting away your notebook and pen.
"I say tomorrow," he gives you a look of understanding, "But we need to talk now during classes in the hallways or in the cafeteria, so that when they see us together tomorrow, it won't be so surprising and will seem more believable."
You give him an unsure look.
"I think it will still be very surprising, Aemond."
"It doesn't matter, we just have to start showing together today, just talking. But tomorrow is when we really start."
And just as he says those words, with that determination, you feel again those nerves in your lower abdomen and that insecurity. But at least you still have all day today to mentally prepare yourself, and you're grateful for that.
"And before I forget this too..." he says again, "I need you to send me all your academic information to work on your college application now," he tells you seriously and you watch him completely attentively, "The five months will go by fast and during that time college applications will start. So it's best to get it all in now."
At this, you feel your heart start to beat fast and you don't know why, you guess because it's a very important issue for you. And more than anything else it's the reason you agreed to do this with him.
"Yeah, yeah, sure," you say softly, "I-I'll email it all to you."
He smiles softly in your direction.
"Very well," he nods at you, "I'll text you my email."
Despite your slight doubts about whatever is going to happen next, the idea of starting a fake relationship leaving you with a knot in your stomach and feeling your emotions mixed, you know this will all be worth a try.
So you pick up your phone and you start to write in an email all your personal and academic information. While at the same time all is said and done and the fake relationship contract is over.
THE CONTRACT
Duration of relationship: Until graduation.
Behavior in public: Show affection as genuinely as possible in public, such as gestures, hugs, and holding hands. KISSING ONLY WHEN EXTREMELY NECESSARY.
Public appearance: Act like a real couple in love, be committed and attentive to each other at school and social events.
No involvement with other girls/guys: No casual encounters or texting with anyone else for the duration of the fake relationship.
Maintain privacy: Tell absolutely no one about the fake relationship or involve each other's families in it.
ADDITIONAL CONDITIONS
Parties.
Lacrosse games.
For every party Y/N goes to with me, I will read a book or watch one of her favorite movies or shows.
Upload photos and videos together to our social media.
Drive Y/N every morning to school.
Dragonstone trip.
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So Long, London
Ona Batlle x Reader
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SUMMARY: After multiple years of playing soccer in London, you return to your hometown to join a highly regarded local team. Upon arrival, you are reunited with Ona, an old teammate, who has become a key player on the team. Despite some initial tension and unresolved feelings from the past, Ona offers you a room in her apartment. As you settle in and start training, a flood in your room forces you to stay with Ona, leading to a rekindling of old emotions and a deep, unexpected connection between you two.
SMUT 18+
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
Warning!! Contains: cunnilingus, strap/strap sucking, fingering, dirty talk, praising, etc.
(ONA AND THE READER ARE SWITCHES!! They both give and receive in this.)
Iâm aware this is longer than most of my other ficsđ but i really enjoyed writing this! This is for all of you who voted for Ona in my poll. haha
Word Count: 2.9k
You are about to board your plane, leaving your old life behind in London. Your time with Chelsea is finally up. You feel sad leaving your old team behind, but you feel you need to start a new chapter in your life. You are excited to go back to your hometown and to hopefully reconnect with some old friends. As you board the plane you think about how excited you are to join the new team who offered you a contract. The team is known in your hometown to be really good and talented, and you canât wait to meet your new coach and teammates.
You just landed in your hometown, which you havenât visited in multiple years. You decide to head to your hotel. You just got the offer for the contract recently, so you donât have a permanent place to stay yet. As you wait in the Uber for the driver to drive you to your hotel, you think about how much youâre going to miss Chelsea and all your friends you almost consider your family.
You realize that your Uber driver is looking at you, you then look out your window to see that you are at your hotel. You hurry up and get out hoping you werenât staring off into space for too long since he looks annoyed at you. As you walk up to the front desk to check-in you check your phone and see a text from Zecira, a goalie from Chelsea, who you became good friends with during your time at Chelsea. She just wished you a safe travels which you reply a quick thank you and a quick update on everything.
After checking into your hotel, you check the time. Itâs currently 3:28pm and you have training at 5pm, you decide to start to get ready. You shower and put on your training kit, excited to meet your new team and coach, you then get into an Uber to head to the stadium.
Traffic is horrible, so you are glad you left early. You forget how bad traffic is here. Especially near the stadium. Your hotel is only 10 minutes away from the stadium, but the Uberâs navigation you can see on the dashboard is saying another 21 minutes. You huff out and start to feel anxious, you simply cannot be late on your first training.
You get into the locker room at 5:24 and you feel immediate relief that you arenât late . You donât see any other players in the locker room, so you figure that theyâre already on the field warming up. As you put your stuff in your assigned locker, you walk out onto the field at exactly 5:30, well and 39 seconds, but whoâs counting? You look around to see if you see the coach so you can go introduce yourself. You spot her in the corner of the pitch talking to some other players. You feel excited to introduce yourself to everyone, but kinda nervous too. You havenât done much research about the team or whoâs on it, you just know theyâve been top of the league for multiple seasons. So you were honored to see they wanted to sign you. As you walk over to your coach you see her look up and smile at you
âWell hello, you must be y/nâ The coach says
âYes, I am! Itâs very nice to meet you maâam.â You say
âOh please, coach is fine.â
âOk you got it, coach,â you laugh as she smiles at you.
Sheâs an older woman probably in her mid 50âs, but she seems really nice. Youâre happy at least the coach likes you, well at least you hope.
âOk, well letâs go introduce you to the team.â Coach says
âOk, letâs do it.â You smile
You feel tense and nervous hoping you get along with everyone. As you walk up to the team you go to look at all of them, but someone immediately catches your eye. You recognize her from your old team before you made it to the big leagues and moved to London to play in the WSL. You feel tense as she eyes you up and down. You wonder if she recognizes you. Itâs been years after all and you look way different. Ona is a full-back, one of the best youâve ever seen. Ona looks different too, she looks good, really good. You were surprised she never decided to go pro, guess you were wrong because she did, only if you kept in touch. You remember reaching out to her, she always texted you back, of course, but you remember her replies to you always getting shorter and shorter.
You realize the whole time you were thinking about Ona, Coach was introducing you to everyone. You werenât paying attention at all. Itâs going to be awkward having to re-ask everyoneâs names because you werenât paying attention.
ây/n, now that youâve met everyone, Ona here informed me that you two were on an old team together years back, so I decided to make Ona your official partner for the next few games, consider her a guide. If you have any questions just ask me or her.â
You glare at Ona and she raises her eyebrow and winks. You roll your eyes wondering why Ona after all these years after you ghosting you wanted to be your âguideâ you scoff.
âHello, y/nâ Ona walks up to you and says
âHi,â You say âsurprised you remember me.â
âWhy wouldnât I remember you?â Ona says
âWhy do you think? Actually never mind donât answer that. I really donât careâ You begin to walk away.
Ona grabs your wrist and says
âYou canât ignore me forever, princesa,â
You roll your eyes at the nickname she gave you. You remember her calling you that all those years ago then you walk away annoyed.
Game day (2 weeks later)
You are in the locker room getting ready for the first game of the season. Since you barely joined the team; you arenât starting, but Ona is. You are at least a sub though. You donât care though itâs routine for every new team you join. You usually donât immediately start. Especially your first game.
Your team wins the game 3-1. You get subbed in during half-time. You think you did pretty good for your first game on a new team. Ona comes up to you and says
âHey we are going to go out for some drinks to celebrate if you wanna join us?â
âNo thanksâ You say
âOh please, come on.â Ona says
âNo, I have to meet up with my real estate agent later tonight and I'm not showing up drunk.â
âReal estate agent, what?â Ona questions
âSince the offer to sign here was so last minute, I am currently staying in a hotel until I can find an apartment to permanently live in.â You say.
One of your teammates puts her arm around Onaâs shoulder and says
âJust stay with Ona for now? You seem to get along, I think at least. Actually, Iâm not sure now that Iâm thinking about it, but Onaâs roommate just moved out to live with her boyfriend and she has a spare room.â She basically sings out thinking she just solved your problem.
âAbsolutely not,â You say. âThatâs a horrible idea,â
âWhat? Why not? Thatâs actually a good idea, rent is only $1,000 a month each for a two bedroom. Iâll even give you a discount, princesaâ Ona says âI was thinking about putting up a âroommate wantedâ sign, but I donât think thatâs needed anymoreâ Ona winks at you.
âLet me think about it,â You say
âSure,â Ona says.
You go back to the hotel you are staying at and think about the arrangement Ona offered. Only $1,000 a month? Thatâs nothing. Every apartment in the area is at least $2,000 a month, and thatâs for a studio-one bedroom. You decide to text Ona, hoping you still have her number from years ago and that it's still the same.
Me: Yes.
You wait hoping to hear from her soon. While you wait, you decide to shower. You think you probably shouldâve been a little more descriptive than just âyes,â but you donât care, it's fine.
After you shower you hear a ding come from your phone. You pick up your phone, itâs Ona. Your heart rate speeds up.
Ona: I was wondering when Iâd hear from you, princesa.
You two talk about a move in date and the payment details and other things about the apartment that you two need to discuss.
Move-in day
You wake up at 9am, you are officially moving into Onaâs apartment today at 10am, you and Ona decided a time that would work for both of you guys. You hate that your only day off you had to wake up so early, but youâre grateful Ona is even letting you move in and is helping you move as well.
You pack up your bags, and since you moved and currently donât have a car, Ona offered to pick you and your stuff up from the hotel, you happily took the offer.
You get a knock at your door and Ona is there.
âWowâ you say looking at the Apple Watch on your hand âIâm surprised youâre actually 4 minutes early, you must be excited. The one and only Ona Batlle is early for once.â You smile at her and she chuckles at your joke.
Ona helps you get your bags moved into her SUV. You sit in comfortable silence as she drives you downtown to her 2 bedroom apartment, well I guess you could say your guyâs apartment now.
Few hours laterâŠ
You are officially moved in. Since you didnât come with much, just the few suitcases you brought on the plane with you, it only took maybe an hour or two to put all your stuff away. You decide to take a bath from being all sweaty from unpacking. Ona is gone and said sheâd be back in a few hours. You turn on the faucet in the bathroom connected to your room and go back to your bed to read for a little bit while the bath fills up.
You wake up to yelling realizing then you fell asleep while reading. You look up at Ona yelling and wondering what sheâs on about. You go to get up and your socks feel wet. You then realize you left the water on and your whole room is flooded. Fuck. You think to yourself. The first day you moved in and you flooded your room. GreatâŠ
âOna, oh my god, I am so sorry, I fell asleep I donât know what I was thinking.â You say âI- Iâll pay for the damage,â You begin to say.
Ona walks up to you and says
âWell this is great, this is only a two bedroom apartment and I donât even know where youâll sleep. Who do you even call for a flooding incident? Are there even people for that?â Ona says angrily and confused
âIâm not sureâ
âWell itâs saturday, iâm not even sure if places like that are open on weekends, iâll have to call around on Mondayâ Ona says âBuckle up, princess, looks like youâre sleeping with me for the next 2 daysâ she looks at you âminimum,â she continues.
You groan and start to try to apologize again, but Ona cuts you off quickly and says
âItâs fine, it was obviously an accident, donât worry about it,â She smiles sadly at you.
Itâs 1am and youâre trying so hard to stay awake to avoid having to lay with Ona because AWKWARD⊠But as it hits 1:30am you decide sheâs probably sleeping so youâll just sneak in there and go to sleep. Hoping not to wake her because thatâs the last thing you need. Sheâs already being kind enough by letting you lay with her, you donât want to wake her up in the process. As you crawl into her bed you close your eyes and immediately start to drift off. Itâs been a long day, you think to yourself.
You wake up to feeling something on your stomach. You look at the clock and it reads 3:47am, damn you were barely asleep for 3 hours, damn you Ona. You look down and Onaâs hand is sprawled on your stomach, she begins to play with the drawstrings of your sweatpants youâre currently wearing.
âOna, youâre sleeping, wake up.â You say
âNot sleeping,â You hear her say
You tense because you think why the fuck is she doing this? It feels too good to tell her to stop though, so you let her continue.
Ona begins to play with your waistband and whispers into your ear
âCan Iâ
You nod
She slowly creeps her hand into your sweatpants while her front is placed against your back.
âTurn over, sweet girlâ She whispers into your ear.
You turn over and she begins to rub you through your underwear.
You moan because damn, Ona knows what sheâs doing.
âYou donât know how long I've dreamed of hearing those sounds come from you.â
Your curiosity gets the best of you.
âHow long?â You ask
âSince 6 years agoâ
You gasp, sheâs wanted you all this long? Why did she ghost you then? You think to yourself.
You pull her hands out of your pants and flip her so sheâs on her back and youâre straddling her thighs.
You stare at her and Ona pulls you down and kisses you deeply, you moan into her mouth as she fucks your mouth with her tongue. You pull your mouth away from hers and she gasps as you start to kiss her neck sweetly. You begin to kiss down her body and when you get the bottom half of her body, you pull her pants and underwear down.
âSpread your legs for me,â You say
As she does, you put your mouth closer to her and begin to eat her out. She began to moan as you pull your mouth away and begin to finger her.
âTell me,â You say
âAnything,â Ona says
âWhyâd you ghost me all those years ago?â You say
âAnything but that, please.â She says
âTell me, or Iâll stop.â
She keeps her mouth shut so you pull your fingers out of her and begin to get up.
âWait no, Iâll tell you just donât stop, please.â Ona says
You put your fingers back in her and she says
âIt hurt too muchâ
âWhat do you mean?â You said
âYou left me, I liked you so much and you just left, without a second thought.â
âOh,â You say, feeling ashamed
âI liked you so much, I was going to tell you on my birthday, but left on the 6th, my birthday is on the 10th,â She frowns âYou left 4 days before my birthday, you know how sad that made meâ she huffs out
âIâm so sorry, I had no clue,â You say sitting there.
âYeah, thatâs the problem.â She says
She gets up and flips you so now sheâs on top
âI know how you can make it up to me,â
âYes, anything,â You say
âYou can let me fuck you,â She smirks
You begin to smile
âWell, if youâre offering,â You say
âOh I differently am,â Ona says
She goes to get the strap from the nightstand
You stare at her as she begin to put the harness around her
âOpen upâ she says
She sticks the strap into your mouth as you begin to suck it
âYou like my cock, baby girl?â Ona says âYou suck me so good, fuck I could get off just from watching you suck meâ
You moan at that, practically begging her to touch you.
âYou want me inside you?â Ona smirks
You pull your mouth off the strap
âYes, please, Ona. Fuck me,â You say
âSpread your legs, just like that, a little wider, there you go, thatâs my good girlâ Ona says
You moan at her praises.
Ona crawls in between your legs and slips the strap inside you.
âFuck youâre so beautiful, princesa,â Ona says while staring into your eyes.
âFuck Ona keep going pleaseâ You begin to moan loudly.
You begin to feel yourself about to cum
âOna, Iâm so close, keep going. Donât stop,â
Ona pulls out of you and you whine, but she immediately starts to eat you out. It feels so good, as good or maybe even better than the strap. Ona knows how to eat someone out, thatâs for sure.
She stops eating you out and begins to finger you. While her fingers are still inside you, she comes up and kisses you breathlessly. As she kisses your neck, Ona whispers, only for you to hear.
âCum for me, princesa,â
You cum. Hard. That was probably the hardest youâve ever came, you think.
âGod, we are so doing that again.â You say as Ona smiles down at you.
âOh absolutelyâ Ona says while smiling and slowly kissing your neck.
âReady for round 2? You say
Ona laughs and starts to crawl down your body
Iâm not sure if iâll make a part 2 on this, let me know if you guys want one! :)
ALSO, who else loves the Taylor Swift reference?đ
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Sweet Like Honey
Chapter 3: First Vacation
Pairing: Nanami x f!reader
Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~5.1k
cw: established relationship, fluff, smut â phone sex, mutual masturbation, PIV sex (doggy style, cowgirl), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, sweeties, baby), use of the word slut (endearing)
Summary: You and Nanami go on your first trip together to a hot springs resort and things get steamy.Â
Authorâs Notes: Hereâs the last spicy side story for A Bento for Kento! This is a repost; Iâve rewritten it a bit to reflect my current writing style better. I hope you enjoy it! Nanami deserves all good things in the world! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.Â
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Four months into your relationship, you and Nanami plan your first trip together. The two of you sit on the couch in your living room, digesting the dinner you just ate. Thereâs a nearby mountain town called Hakone, known for being a hot springs resort with views of Mt. Fuji. Apparently, Nanami has been there before and recommends it. Having never been to a hot spring yourself, the idea of snuggling up next to your boyfriend in a steamy stone bath excites you. That is, until he breaks the news to you. âHot springs are separate for men and women, sweetheart. We wonât be in the hot springs together.â
You look at him, mouth agape. âHuh, whatâs the point then?!â
He chuckles, lifting the back of your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. âTo relax. You really canât go a few hours without being beside me?âÂ
You raise a brow at him. âOh please. Says the man who made me late to work this entire week because you kept wanting to cuddle.â
Smiling, he responds, âI canât help it. Itâs getting cold and youâre too cute. Anyways, Iâm planning to book a room with a personal hot tub on the balcony, so we can still relax together at night.âÂ
That does sound nice. And itâs not like you are actually upset about the separate hot springs. Itâs probably a better idea not to be near each other when naked in public.Â
Since the day you two confessed your love for one another, the sex has ramped up quite a bit. And by quite a bit, you mean a lot. With your dear brother Ren officially living in the dorms at Jujutsu High, you and Nanami are together nearly every day, either at your place or his. And with your love for each other growing by the second, itâs no surprise that sex has become a regular part of your lives. You canât keep your hands off each other. Sometimes, the two of you donât have the patience to move to the bedroom, so Kento made sure to hide lube in the drawers of each room in both your homes, even in the most unsuspecting of places, like the kitchen and laundry room, which has definitely come in handy already. In the beginning of your relationship, there was still that trepidation of figuring out what each other was comfortable with. Both of you were extremely cautious of not crossing any lines, always asking, âIs this okay?â or âDo you like this?â. After a certain point, you became more comfortable with each other. You feel safe when youâre together. Now, the sex is more passionate than itâs ever been. Knowing he loves you just as much as you love him makes all the difference. This is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. Thereâs no holding back.Â
âHot tub on a balcony? Sounds very romantic.â You scooch closer to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. âLetâs do it.â
âGreat. Iâll ask Gojo to help me book it. Heâs the one who got us in last time.â He leans forward to nuzzle his nose to yours, grinning. âI canât wait. Our first vacation together.â
âIâm getting excited just thinking about it.â You kiss him on the lips as he cradles you in his arms.Â
âWhat are you thinking about? Are you being naughty again?â
âOf course not! How dare you. You know Iâm a good girl,â you say with a coy smile, walking your fingers up his chest to loosen his tie.
He hums. âYou are a good girl. Youâre my good girl.â His lips brush lightly along your neck. In just a few short minutes, clothes are shed and the drawer next to the couch is open.Â
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The week of their vacation, Nanami is sent on a mission to Osaka with Gojo. Not only does he have to spend four days in a hotel room with his insufferable friend, but this will be the longest heâs been apart from his girlfriend since they started dating.Â
On the last night, Nanami groans at his phone, staring at a picture of the yakisoba she made for dinner tonight as he eats a bowl of spicy instant ramen from a convenience store. âRemind me why we donât have any stipend for food?â Nanami asks Gojo, who is happily slurping away at his noodles, cross-legged on the bed.
âGeez, Nanamin. Sorry our agency canât afford five-star meals every night. Since when have you been such a snob?!â
âIâd rather be at home, eating my girlfriendâs yakisoba than eating instant ramen with you.â
âIâm so glad you said yakisoba and not something else,â Gojo jokes, with an eyebrow raised.
They finish the rest of their meal in a comfortable silence. When heâs done, Gojo stands up to stretch his long limbs. âIâm going for a walk. Be back in thirty minutes.âÂ
âWhere are you going?â
âJust around. Iâm giving you some alone time so you can talk to your girlfriend. Take the hint, buddy.â
Surprised, Nanami murmurs, âYou donât have to leave. Itâs fine.â
âSeriously, itâs no big deal. Just tell her I say âhiâ. And remember, thirty minutes. I better not walk in here with your pants down,â he teases, smirking as he opens the door.
âOh, you are awful,â Nanami mutters before heâs left all alone. Finally.Â
Immediately, he dials her number and after two rings, she picks up. âHi baby!â
He loves hearing her voice. It instantly puts him in a good mood. âHi honey. How are you?â
âHoney? Are you alone right now?â
âYes. Gojo went out for a walk.â
They chat for several minutes about each otherâs week. Nanami talks about the multiple curses theyâve exorcised and how Gojo has them eating convenience store food every night. She complains about work and her friendâs boyfriend drama, which he shamelessly indulges in.Â
âI miss you so much,â Nanami says. Heâs sitting up on his bed now, loosening the tie around his collar.Â
âI miss you too, Kento.â
âI canât wait for our vacation tomorrow.â
âMe too.â
Thereâs a brief silence over the phone, a familiar tension growing between the static noise. She breaks the silence first. âWhat do you want to do during our trip?â
âWell, weâre going to do the hot springs, maybe a massage ââ
âNo, Kento. I mean, what do you want to do to me?â He hears shifting on her end. He wonders what room sheâs in and what sheâs wearing.
He exhales into the phone, reaching for his belt, unbuckling it quietly. âWhat do you want, sweetheart? Iâll do whatever you want me to do.â
âWhatever I want?â she challenges.Â
âYes, anything.â
âCan you fuck me like the little slut that I am?â
âFuck, baby. Fuck,â he mutters, pushing past the waistband of his pants to release his erect cock. He starts jerking off hastily, picturing her sprawled out on the bed for him, legs spread wide and ready to be railed. âYouâre such a slut for me, huh? Always so needy for this cock. Where are you right now?â He rasps filthy words into the phone, all discretion tossed out the window.
âIâm on the couch in the living room, touching myself.âÂ
âAlready? Canât even make it to the bedroom, huh? You really are a slut. Canât wait to eat that pussy out tomorrow. Canât wait to devour you. You always taste divine on my tongue.âÂ
âGod, Kento. Wish you were here. Wish you could fuck me on the couch like you did last week.âÂ
âHave you been touching yourself while Iâve been away? Have you been naughty?â He bites his lip thinking about her rubbing that clit with those cute little fingers, sliding them up and down her wet cunt.Â
âYes, Iâve been very naughty,â she huffs, voice trembling with arousal. âHow will you punish me?âÂ
âGoing to give you a spanking,â he growls, fisting his cock faster, precum leaking from the tip. âGoing to fuck you until you canât come anymore. Going to milk you dry.â
âIs that a promise?â If he listens carefully enough, he can hear the lewd squelches while she pleasures herself, spurring him on.
âYouâre such a bad girl, always trying to provoke me. Tell me exactly what youâre doing.â
âRubbing my clit,â she stammers. âSpreading my cum all over it so itâs nice and wet for you. God, I miss you so much, baby.â
âI know, honey. I miss you too. I miss you too,â he repeats, getting closer and closer to the edge. âCan you make yourself come? For me? Fuck yourself, pretend itâs me doing it. I want to hear it.â
He relishes in her faint whimpers as she masturbates on the phone with him, timing his strokes to match her moans. âThere you go, sweetheart. Just like that. Youâre doing so good for me,â he praises. Heâs close and by the sounds of it, so is she. âTell me what youâre thinking about,â he says in a low voice.
âYour big cock filling me up.â
âWhat position?â
âCowgirl. Iâm bouncing on it until you come inside, like how we did it on the couch. It was dripping down my thighs, remember?â Her voice is hoarse with lust, gradually unraveling on the other end of the line.Â
âHow could I forget?â he smiles to himself, vividly recalling the erotic memory. âAnd what did I do after?â
She lets out a loud moan before answering, âYou put it back in me and fucked me again.â
âThatâs right, baby. I know how much you like that.â He strokes his dick in a frenzy, ears hot and eyes shut tight as he approaches his climax. Â
âCome with me, Kento. Come with me.âÂ
At her command, his abs clench as he releases all over himself, painting the bottom of his button up shirt with his seed. He really should have taken this off beforehand, but as usual, they get too caught up in the moment to think logically.Â
âDid you come?â Her voice is quiet, her breathing shallow just like it gets whenever she orgasms. Â
âYes, I did. All over my shirt,â he admits, laughing softly.
âOh no! Baby!â
âItâs okay. I have another one. How about you? Did you come?â
âYes, I did,â she replies. He smirks, picturing her laid out on the couch, panties around her ankles, that blissful gaze in her eyes. Thatâs my girl, he muses.Â
âYou should clean yourself up before Gojo gets back,â she suggests.
Gojo. Shit.
Nanami turns his wrist to read his watch; itâs been at least forty-five minutes since his friend left for his thirty-minute walk. In a panic, he checks his messages and finds three from Gojo that he somehow missed:
NANAMINNNNN coming back from my walk now
never mind, extending my walk another 30
you dirty bastard
~~~
The next day, you and Nanami reunite for your trip. Itâs a two-hour train ride to Hakone. You rest your head on Nanamiâs shoulder, hands laced together, basking in each otherâs existence. A few days away makes you realize how happy you are being with him. As if you had any doubts.Â
When the train approaches the station, Nanami lightly taps on your thigh to get your attention. He points out the window. âLook, sweetie.â Itâs a gorgeous view of Mt. Fuji in the distance. The hotel youâre staying at is only a ten-minute walk from the station, meaning this is the scenery youâll have all weekend. You canât imagine anything more romantic and peaceful than this.Â
The hotel is as quaint as you pictured it. You check into the room and settle in before getting ready for the hot springs. Two hours away from each other is a cinch, especially in paradise. You both enjoy your separate onsen experiences, rejuvenated and relaxed for the night to come.Â
After a delightful dinner at the hotel restaurant, itâs time to retreat into your room. On the elevator ride up, Nanami pushes you up against the wall and kisses you, unable to contain himself any longer. You fumble on the way to the room, exchanging delicate kisses until youâre inside. He removes his coat, then yours, before wrapping his arms around you in a big bear hug. âIâve been waiting all week for this,â he says softly.Â
You both change into proper hot tub attire: Nanami in swim trunks, you in a two-piece bathing suit. He leads you to the balcony, holding your hand to help you into the spa. The sexual tension is palpable. As you sit beside each other in the water, your muscles relax in the heat. You let your head fall back on the edge of the tub as you sigh, feeling at ease, staying like this for a few minutes. Even with your eyes closed, you can sense Nanamiâs gaze on you. Cracking one eye open, you smirk. âDonât you know itâs rude to stare?â
His hand slides up your thigh. âI canât help it when you look like this.â
You face him, smiling. âAnd what do I look like?â
âHappy. Tranquil.â He pauses, leaning in closer to whisper, âYouâre beautiful.â
Thereâs a flutter in your stomach, a sensation youâll never get tired of. âI love you.â
âI love you, too.âÂ
Your lips brush together seamlessly, his breath warm on your mouth. With your hands on his chest, you feel the steady thump of his heartbeat pick up in pace as you continue to kiss passionately. Your skin prickles with goosebumps despite the surrounding heat. Something about the way Nanami kisses you always makes you tingly.
Straddling his lap now, you kiss his neck while you roll your hips on him, using his shoulders to hold on to. He lets out a guttural moan, making you ride him slower, touching every inch of him as you possible can until heâs undeniably hard beneath you. You want him. You need him. Â
Water splashes over the edge of the tub, the waves rippling with each movement. The steam from the hot water is dewy on your skin. He caresses your head, fingers gripped to the back of your head, gently pulling you off so he can meet your lips with his before trailing along your neck, sucking on your skin, claiming you as his. His other hand cups your ass, moving with the rhythm in which you ride him.Â
âYouâre so good to me, Kento. Always so good to me,â you whimper.
He whispers in your ear, âI want you. I want you around my cock.â His squeezes your ass tighter, his self-control wavering. âLetâs go.â
You hop off and get out first. The contrast of the cold night air on your sweltering skin makes you shiver. When you watch him emerge out of the water with a very distinct bulge in his swimming trunks, you shudder even more.Â
âDonât you know itâs rude to stare?â he teases, grabbing your wrist and leading you back inside. His grip is strong, his pace quick. Seeing him unravel like this is arousing. Knowing how much he desires you in this moment makes you quiver for him.
He takes you into the bathroom, where he starts the shower, knob turned all the way to hot. He releases his hold on you to remove his swimming trunks, his hard dick flopping against his abdomen. The sight resonates straight to your arousal. In complete surrender, you bend over the sink counter begging, âKento, please. I canât wait anymore. I need you right now.â
He leans over you, his lips tickling your ear as he chuckles. âBe a good girl and get in the shower. Be patient, sweetheart.â His erection rubs against you, his lips grazing your nape seductively. He roams your back to remove your top, then down your ass, where he slides your bikini bottoms off at an agonizing speed.Â
Pouting, you do as he says, slapping your ass as you step over the bathtub. He follows you in, pawing at your waist to pull you close. With a bar of soap, you stand underneath the hot shower, scrubbing the chlorine off your skin as Nanami watches you from behind. Soap suds travel from your neck down to your breasts. From the your peripheral, you see him lick his lips, salivating. When youâre ready to rinse off, you turn to face him, reaching between your legs, tapping your clit.Â
âCanât wait to taste you,â he says in a low voice, the look in his eyes carnal with desire. God, you want him. You want him so bad it hurts, pussy aching to be filled.
Letting the water rinse your body, you offer him the bar of soap. He shakes his head. âYou do it.â This is the other side of him. Nanami is usually sweet and gentle with you. Never does he demand you to do anything or boss you around. But when heâs like this, you canât help but heed his every command. Only you get to see him like this. You scrub the soap on his skin, sliding your hands all over his body. You pull him closer to you, letting the water wash away the bubbles. When you reach down to his still erect cock, he snatches your hand away and growls, âNot yet. I want to fuck you on the bed.âÂ
Once rinsed off, he gives you a small kiss on the forehead before stepping out, leaving you alone in the shower. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he gives you one last smirk before exiting the bathroom. What is he up to?Â
A small groan escapes your mouth, your patience wearing thin. This is the longest foreplay you two have managed to last through. How much longer is he going to keep you waiting? How has he managed to stay this hard for this long without giving in? The anticipation puts you on edge.Â
When youâre done, you wrap a robe loosely around yourself, returning to the bedroom to see Nanami sitting up on the bed, naked on top of the covers, watching you. He points to a small, black gift bag propped up at the foot of the bed. âOpen it.â
Inside is a black slip dress and a matching lace thong. You swallow hard as you glide the thin material between your fingers, nervous and aroused at whatâs about to come. âPut it on. Model it for me.â He leans back on the headboard, palms behind his head, cock stiff against his stomach. Thereâs a smug expression on his face; you can tell heâs enjoying this.Â
You shrug the robe off and wear the dress first. Your nipples poke through the fabric. Nanami bites his lower lip and leans forward to get a better look. âNow put the thong on. Slowly.â
At his direction, you slip on the lingerie slowly. When itâs past your knees, he says, âTurn around and let me see.â With your back towards him, you stick your ass out and lift the hem of the dress to slide the thong between your cheeks.Â
You hear him moan quietly. âPerfect. Youâre perfect. Come here, sweetheart.â
~~~
She crawls next to him, where they begin kissing, all sloppy and wet. Her hand reaches down to stroke his shaft. He cradles her bottom, fingers feeling for the lacey fabric buried between her ass cheeks. Â
âGet on your back,â he orders, hovering above her, marveling at how insanely gorgeous she is. The satin dress accentuates every bodacious curve of her body. He makes a mental note to buy more of these for her in the future.
He slides his hand beneath the dress to rub his fingers on the wet spot of her lacey lingerie. âSo wet for me already,â he purrs, slipping past the fabric. âAlways so wet for me.â
âPlease,â she pleads. He loves it when she begs. Absolutely loves it. It awakens something in him. The usually calm Kento Nanami becomes unhinged whenever he touches her. But when she begs for it, he wants nothing more than to make her feel amazing, to be the reason she squirms in pleasure beneath him.
He slides his middle finger along her folds, gathering as much slick as he can before he starts caressing her puffy clit. She whines under his touch, the sensation too much. Sheâs been waiting for this all night. Been begging for it. This is her reward for her patience. She grabs the nearest pillow to cover her mouth, but as soon as she does, Nanami pulls it off and tosses it behind him.Â
âNo,â he demands. âI want everyone to hear how good youâre getting it right now.â
He shimmies down the bed, spreading her thighs apart. With his head between her legs, he leans forward, teasing her clit with a flick of his tongue, holding her panties to the side. She grabs hold of his hair as he presses soft kisses to her clit. Suddenly, he flattens his tongue on her bud and moves it side to side, surrounding every centimeter of that pretty clit with his mouth. Lewd sounds fill the room, from her loud, shameless moaning to the wet noises he makes as he eats her out. He adjusts his position to stroke himself as he continues to devour her.
Sheâs like honey on his tongue, luscious and decadent. He cherishes every time he gets to do this to her. Usually, she is too shy to let him eat her out. She deprives him of this treat. Heâs starved for it. With her like this, spread out like a fucking feast in front of him, heâll be damned if he doesnât take full advantage of this moment. He latches his lips around her, sucking on it as he lets go of his cock to slide his middle and ring finger into her pussy. He watches her chest fall and rise with shallow breaths with his fingers pumping in and out of her, thumb rubbing circles around her clit. She cries out his name. âKento!â
âFuck. You have no idea how good you look right now, swallowing up my fingers like this.â He bucks his hips against the bed, desperate for any type of friction. All he hears from her is a litany of swears and his name. Her moans eventually turn into whimpers. He stops massaging her clit and eats her out again, this time sloppier and more erratic as he continues to work his fingers inside her. The sheets are damp with his saliva and her cum. Heâs not sure how many times she orgasms; based on the evidence before him, he guesses itâs at least twice. Sheâs too busy taking it like a slut to even verbalize when sheâs coming.Â
When heâs close to his limit, he places one last tender kiss on her clit before releasing her lacey thong; heâs been holding them to the side this entire time. His fingers slip out of her, shiny with her orgasm. The temptation to suck her sweet nectar from his fingers is too good to resist. As he kneels next to her, he leans down to put his face close to hers. Her eyes widen with anticipation, waiting for his next move. With a dark look in his eyes, he licks his glossy fingers, dragging his tongue up and down, savoring it like itâs the most decadent treat. She whines, staring at him, grinding her hips up, desperate to be fucked. He never gets tired of seeing her like this. Â
Fully aware of how her slick glistens on his lips and chin, he murmurs, âTaste yourself. I want you know how good you are.â
Thereâs a dazed expression in her eyes as she obeys, sitting up to kiss him sloppily, tongue lapping into his open mouth then down to his chin. It drives him crazy. Before he comes right then and there, he shoves his hand between her legs and tugs her panties off, admiring how soaked they are, all for him. Because of him.Â
Under the pillow is the bottle of lube he hid right after he got out of the shower. He pops off the cap and pours a liberal amount into his palms, coating his shaft. He strokes his cock vigorously, asking, âAre you ready, sweetheart?â
âYes, Kento. Please. Please. I need you inside me.â
âI know, baby. I know.â He kneels in front of her, aligning the tip of his dick with her slit, entering her slowly, careful not to be too forceful. Sheâs always so tight, even when sheâs dripping wet for him. âSuch a good girl,â he whispers, leaning over her to kiss her forehead.Â
Halfway in, her body adjusts to his size, allowing him to thrust into her in fluid motions. She wraps her legs around him, babbling. âKento, fuck. Fuck.â
âSo wet for me. Youâre perfect around my cock.â Once heâs fully inside her, he kisses her with open lips, tongue licking up her saliva as she moans into his mouth. He pins her wrists above her head, thrusting his hips against her. They make love like this for a while, Nanami relishing the way her body melts around him. He knows what she wants, but he takes his time teasing her like this until she groans out, âFuck me harder. Please.â
As if on cue, he pulls out of her and taps his fingers at her hips. At his command, she flips over onto her stomach and gets on all fours, pushing her ass out. The hem of her satin dress rides up over the curve of her hips. The sight in front of him is immaculate. He wants this ingrained in his memory forever. âThink you can take it, sweetheart? Iâm not gonna go easy on you.â
âYes, baby. Fuck me hard. Please. I can take it.â
âGood girl,â he coos, placing a soft kiss on her back. Whatever she wants, heâll give it to her, especially when she begs like this. He puts both of his hands on each of her ass cheeks and spreads them apart, watching his glistening cock slowly slide into her pussy.Â
âGod, I wish you could see what I see right now. Itâs exquisite. You look fucking incredible like this. My sweet girl.â Once heâs all the way in, he grabs hold of her hips and fucks her. Hard. Exactly how she likes it.Â
âFuck, feels so fucking good!â she cries out. Her knuckles are tight as she clenches the sheets. He spanks her as he fucks her, causing her to groan into the pillow with her back arched. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass with each rapid thrust is filthy.Â
âI needed this, baby. Itâs been such a long week,â he grunts. âGod, you take it so well. Such a slut for me, huh? Say it.â
âIâm a slut for you, Kento. Feels amazing when you fuck me like this.âÂ
Grip still firm on her hips, he continues to drive his cock into her, reveling in the way she swallows him up. She turns her head to the side, that dazed look on her face. Her lips are parted as she continues to moan incoherently, drool leaking down the sides of her wet mouth. When she makes eye contact with him, her lips curl into a small smile. âRight there, Kento. Make me come.â
Growling, he hits her sweet spot until she comes all over his cock. She tightens around him. his dick creamy with more of her cum with each thrust. Itâs obscene; he canât hold it in anymore.Â
âRide me,â he demands, pulling out abruptly. He rolls onto his back, watching her climb on top of him. She guides his dick inside her, exhaling deeply as she sinks lower onto his shaft. It goes in easily, her pussy sleek from her multiple orgasms, his own precum, and the lube from earlier. When he bottoms out, she leans over him, kissing him passionately as she thrusts her ass back and forth onto his cock.Â
âJust like that. Fuck,â he moans. This is his absolute favorite position. He loves it when she rides him like this. Always so eager and greedy for his cum whenever sheâs on top. It makes him feel like a fucking god. He cranes his neck to the side, tugging on the hem of her dress to watch her bounce on his lap. âI fucking love this. You know how much I love this, you fucking nasty slut.âÂ
âIâm such a nasty slut for you, baby. Only for you. Fuck,â she moans into his ear, riding him faster.Â
Heâs close. How heâs managed to last this long without coming, heâll never know. Maybe his stamina has improved after all the sex theyâve been having recently. Or maybe itâs the thought of coming in her like this that kept him under control. Whatever it is, he decides heâs been patient long enough.Â
âLet me take over,â he whispers to her.
Her body relaxes. Now, heâs in control. He plants his feet onto the bed and thrusts into her at a rapid pace, holding onto her waist to move her in perfect rhythm with his hips.Â
âCome inside me, Kento. Fill me up,â she mewls into his ear.
At her words, he releases inside her, shutting his eyes tight as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. When heâs finished, he pulls out and she collapses beside him. The dress is defiled with the aftermath of their lovemaking, just as he fantasized about.Â
~~~
You put your arm over his chest and lay your head against his shoulder. âWow,â is all you can muster, voice shaky. Nanami just rocked your fucking world, and you canât find better words to describe it.Â
He chuckles, his eyes still closed. âYeah. Wow.â He takes your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. âIâm sorry for calling you a slut.â
You giggle. He always does this. âYou donât have to keep apologizing for that! You know I like it.â
âI usually donât use degrading language like that. I just want to make sure itâs still okay with you.â You canât contain your smile. Heâs too cute for his own good.Â
âBy the way, how long have you been planning this?â you ask.
He finally opens his eyes and faces you. âAll week. Saw the dress on display at a mall in Osaka. I knew it would look magnificent on you. Itâs even better than what I imagined.â
âYou sneaky devil!â
âIâm only this way because of you. You really unleash the devil in me.â He grins, nuzzling his nose against yours.
âI guess Iâm the lucky angel then, huh?â
âYou are,â he says, peppering kisses on your face. âMy sweet angel. I love you.â
âI love you, too.â
After a few more minutes of post-coital cuddling, the two of you wash up again and get ready for a well-deserved sleep. You snuggle each other in pure bliss, looking forward to more vacations with the man you love.Â
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pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]
ch. 1 - the gc birth
in which two online friends navigate a romance through a minecraft groupchat with their stupid friends
or, newt, the quiet, stoic boy, and y/n, the bubbly girl both curse the world for keeping them apart, but at least they can send each other cute emojis and hope the other doesn't notice their blossoming feelings.
warnings: strong language, mutual pining, none really.
â„ m.list
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notes: hi :p im very new to writing on tumblr (but ive always been a reader) so pls bare w me! and im trying to revert back to being 14 (im 23 lols..) so im revisiting my old favs including the maze runner/thomas (bc i binged the artful dodger and now im obsessed again). there will be non-text chapters in the future as well, when everyone eventually meets. this will be newt focused so enjoy !! also everyone is like a realistic age from 23 to 28
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THE GLADE
[ 7:45 PM ]
alby added minho, y/n, newt, tommy, and gally
alby: Hello, guys.
minho: wtf is this
newt: uhhhh
tommy: hi :3
y/n: so this is why you asked me for my # in private
gally: i didnât consent to this when i gave you my number
newt: donât give strange men your number y/n
tommy: oh thatâs y/n?
alby: Wait, Newt you had Y/Nâs number already??
newt: yea
tommy: o.O
y/n: i gave it to him like two weeks after we met lmao
tommy: SO HE HAD YOUR NUMBER FOR A YEAR AND I DIDNT????
y/n: well he asked and you guys didnât :p
newt: lmao
minho: ik he smug as fuck rn
not u asking for a girls number lmao simp
newt: stop
y/n: we all talk in discord anyways so i didnât really think about it
plus you guys are friends irl so idk
it felt kinda weird to insert myself heh
minho: weâve known you for a year and a half y/n
we play games all the time
call all the time
we even send packages and shit
youâre very much considered our irl friend
y/n: REALLY?? đ„șđ„ș
tommy: internet friends are real friends đâ€ïž
minho: the heart eyes are crazy
but yes dude
newt: of course youâre our close friend. just cuz we live near each other and youâre a bit far away doesnât mean we donât adore you
minho: ADORE IS CRAZY LMFAO
but real ig
y/n: AWWWWW YOU GUYS LOVEEE MEEEEEE
hahahahha
HAHAHHAHJFIEKMGOR
I LVOE YOU GIYYYYSSSS IM PUTTING ALL OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER LATER
gally: i do not want my bed to be infested by you guys
minho: gally sleeps in the corner
gally: no i dont i sleep in my mansion
y/n: cherry blossom mansion*
gally: and you sleep in a shed
y/n: cherry blossom shed* its pink and that matters.
tommy: love you y/n đđ„°
y/n: love you tommy <3333
minho: thatâs actually nasty stop now
y/n: u mad ur unloved
i love how the gc name is our minecraft town name :((
newt: aw it is
minho: can we talk about why tf this was made when we have a perfectly good discord
alby: Iâm done with Discord.
newt: you got your shit hacked didnât you mate
minho: mate đđ
british people so crazy
alby: Yes maybe..
I donât want to make another.
y/n: or your old ass doesnât know how to
minho: LMAO REAL
alby: Gonna ignore that. But I am getting too old for it. I have a new promotion at work so that means I wonât have time to play with you guys as much anymore. So I decided to make this groupchat in hopes to talk to you guys more to make up for it :)
minho: every group always has the old head with the job đđ
newt: minho admitting heâs jobless
minho: you work at a library be so fr rn
newt: i have an income. you have a room in your grandmas basement. we are not the same.
gally: LMFAOOOOOOO
minho: stfu :////
y/n: AWWWWWWW ALBYYYYYYY
tommy: YAAAY!!!!
im going to text you guys all day
tell you every meal
every thought
every interaction will be meaningful and glorious
newt: you are 24 years old you donât have to do all that
minho: no fr im turning off my phone if he starts this shit
why not just do it before in the discord ??
tommy: easy access now and i tried before but stopped since no one really replied..
y/n: i say we all do it :D i will too tommy
newt: ok second thought thatâs fine
minho: .
gally: thatâs wild.
y/n: YAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!! NEWT YOU GO FIRST
newt: first with what
y/n: say what u ate today
newt: didnât say iâd do it.
tommy: i ate muffin, monster energy drink, and hamburger :3333
you guys next
minho: thatâs all you had bro..
y/n: hot cheetos and french fries and coffee :D
minho: ??????? BRO
how are you guys alive
y/n: it's my day off and no class so i just wanna rot in bed and that means no cooking
newt: please eat and drink water.
like for real and document it
y/n: ok wait
there
tommy: yum!
minho: y/n..
newt: cereal does not count
y/n: I DONT HAVE ENERGY TO MAKE ANYTHING OKAY
im a 23 year old broke college student my fridge is bare
newt: alright what do you want?
y/n: wym?
newt: like if you could pick.
minho: thatâs so cruel đđ just making her imagine it
i like it go on.
tommy: i want chick fil a
minho: i knew you hate the gays
tommy: I AM THE GAYS?????
y/n: ugh that does sound good
mmmm chickem sandiwh waffle fry I Want that Os mYch
newt: thatâs what you would order?
y/n: mmmcm yeahshhhhh
newt: ok
minho: thatâs it?
i thought soemthing would happen
tommy: me too
like a spell! magic đȘ
y/n: sigh
my cereal tastes bad now
newt: well it is cocoa puffs.
minho: L cereal
y/n: DTOP SAYING L ITS SO ANNOYITIGJNGGGGG
minho: she so madddd đđ L
newt: you're annoying minho
minho: youre just saying that bc shes saying that
newt: no ive always said it. and i will continue to. youre fucking annoying
minho: who bought you your coffee yesterday
newt: ???
myself
and i paid for yours too
im the one with an income
minho: .
well i didnt think youd remember that well.
newt: it was literally yesterday.
minho: yeah but ur old
newt: IM THE SAME AGE AS YOU
minho: yeah but im đ€âš 26 âšđ€and youre... 26đŹđ
tommy: guys stop fighting
newt: we aren't fighting
maybe this gc was a bad idea
tommy: NO!!!!!!!!!
y/n: NOOOO!
tommy: this is like y/n is here w us irl
y/n: awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
minho: no it's not. we would smell a foul stench if she was
y/n: i ahte you sooo bad.
wait there is a knock at my door im scared
newt: answer it
minho: aren't you supposed to say don't open the door for strangers ????
newt: well usually yes
y/n: no im not expecting company
newt: just do it pls
y/n: ok :D
minho: bruh..
i hope she gets robbed and u feel bad forever newt
newt: why would you want that
minho: bc she owes me money
newt: YOU owe ME money
minho: yes but i have a good reason she just wanted robux
tommy: Y/N DONT DO IT!!! I HAVE SEEN DATELINE
y/n: :o....
tommy: Y/N?????????
OH GOD THEY GOT HER
minho: why would she text a silly face if she got got
tommy: clearly its a surprised face
maybe its not her
its like those cut out magazine letters murderers use
y/n: who got me chick fil a!!!!!!!!!!
minho: me
newt: you literally did not
minho: shut up
y/n: newt it was u i see ur name on the receipt
newt: well
y/n: :(
newt: what why are you sad?
minho: im hungry too
y/n: u spent ur money :(
newt: you're hungry are you not?
minho: she's not but i am
y/n: yeah but..
i feel bad you shouldn't have
newt: just eat it or i'll be mad
minho: i think i want red lobster
newt: it's really no big deal y/n
y/n: thank you newt :(((((
newt: you're welcome
go eat and watch ur show or smth
minho: i owuld love to eat and watch a show rn <33 ohhhh im starving
newt: can you shut up
gally: im muting this gc if this means i have to deal with your guys' shit more than usual now.
minho: thank god
newt: good
tommy: good
y/n: good
the food is good too <3
newt: good.
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Mockingjay - Part 5
Hello everyone!
This is the new chapter of the Mockingjay series, I hope you like it too. Enjoy it, itâs the last one before the games begin.
Feel free to tell me what you think!
Enjoy â„
This morning, Ona felt lighter than ever when she woke up. She didnât need time to remember why, her kisses with Lucy came into her mind very quickly.
She still has a soft smile on her face when she joins her team for breakfast. As usual the table is a mess of toast, jam, waffles, churros, bacon, eggs, fruits, juice, cheese and meat.
Ona sits next to Alexia and chooses the same breakfast as her, churros with chocolate and some mango. The blonde looks at her with a puzzled gaze but doesnât ask anything. If Ona wasnât completely in her little bubble, she probably would have appreciated it.
âReady for training?â Leila asks.
âUh⊠Yeahâ Ona nods before starting to eat.
She misses the silent exchange between Leila and Alexia, lost in her thoughts once again. Itâs starting to alert Alexia, who waits for everyone to have left the room before taking Ona aside.
âAre you alright?â Alexia asks, looking at Ona with attention.
âYeah, why?â
The blonde looks at Ona for several seconds more, before opening her mouth again. Her hesitation seems strange for Ona, Alexia never had been scared about telling what sheâs thinking. No matter if itâs something good or something bad.
âDid⊠Someone gave you something?â
âWhat do you mean?â Ona frowns.
âLike drugs, Ona.â
Alexia rolls her eyes at the youngerâs obviousness. And she rolls her eyes once again when she sees Onaâs shocked face.
âDrugs? Are people doing drugs here?â
âOf course they areâ Alexia laughs. âWhy do you think the stylist from the 12 dresses them so bad? And the mentor of the 7 hasn't a chronic headache, heâs under influence every single second of the day.â
âOh.â
Ona doesnât know what to answer at that. And the fact that her mind is so cheesy right now that the only answer coming is âLucy is my drugâ doesnât help. She scratches her neck before talking again.
âIâm not on drugsâ she finally mumbles.
âI would have guessedâ Alexia answers. âSo, what is it? You look like you are walking on a cloud in another universe. It looks pretty cool but⊠Wait.â
Alexia seems to realize something, and Ona almost has the impression that a light bulb will pop above her head.
âDid something happen between you and Lucy?â
Ona doesnât say anything, but her sudden red cheeks could talk for her. It seems to be enough for an answer to Alexia though, a big smug smile coming across her face. Once again, it looks like the mentor let place to the teasing big sister.
âLet me reformulate: What happened?â
Ona bites her bottom lip, looking at the door to be sure that itâs really closed. She doesnât mind if someone like Leila might hear her, but there is no way that Tony can hear something about it. It doesnât concern him; he already digs too much in her life.
âI⊠Uh⊠We kind of⊠kiss?â
âKind of?â Alexia raises an eyebrow.
âNo, I mean⊠We kissed last night. And we admit how we are attracted to each otherâ Ona blushes harder under Alexiaâs gaze. âI never thought it could be the same for her, I really thought she was just nice.â
Alexia doesnât have time to add something else, because someoneâs knocking at the door and when itâs open, Ona can see that there is Leila but Tony too.
âThey need to go, Ale, or they are going to be late.â
âWeâre comingâ Alexia nods.
The door closes again, and Alexia turns in Onaâs direction again.
âIâm happy for you if itâs what you want. But be careful, okay?â
âI willâ Ona smiles softly.
Alexia squeezes her cheek with a smile, before leaving the room, Ona following her. When Alexia goes in front to talk to Leila, Tony comes next to Ona.
âWhat did she want?â
âJust talkingâ Ona answers casually, keeping her poker face.
Sheâs sick of his behavior and the way he always wants to know everything sheâs doing. She will need to sneak out after dinner again, he will probably stick to her all night long.
He then starts to talk to Ona again about something else, but Ona gets off very quickly from the conversation. It doesnât help that Lucy is already here when they enter the room, her eyes falling on Ona at the first second sheâs inside the room.
They smile discreetly at each other, before Ona and Tony go to sit at their place, between the Tributes from the 7 and the ones from the 9. Ona always sits between Tony and the girl from the 9, Anna. They are close from age and the small talk they are having every day helped to create a little bond.
Todayâs training was harder than the ones they had before, for Ona at least. It was very physical, they worked on their strength, probably Onaâs worst default. She took a nap between the training and the dinner, after having a big, long, hot shower. And to excuse herself and escape from Tony, she pretended that she needed a hot bath.
Sheâs first today again in the room, sitting behind a cardboard to be hidden from the door, just in case. They have the right to be here, but it would be strange for someone to walk in here and just find her here.
Ona loses track of time, thinking about her family and friends, the Games and the fact that they only have two days left before the Games start. Two nights with Lucy, itâs all she has. The idea of losing her is almost harder than the thought of the Games itself.
Ona jumps when she hears the door open and footsteps coming inside the room.
âOna?â asks Lucyâs voice.
The younger one stands up to great Lucy, who is smiling, looking relieved to find her here already. Without really thinking about what sheâs doing, Ona goes for a hug, hiding her face in Lucyâs neck.
But Lucy doesnât seem to mind, passing her arms around Onaâs waist to hold her close. Ona feels herself relax in Lucyâs arms, breathing Lucyâs scent, the fear of losing Lucy and what she has with her evaporates a little.
âI missed you todayâ Lucy whispers. âIt was so hard to see you struggling like this and not being able to come to help you.â
âIâm better nowâ Ona smiles in Lucyâs neck before kissing it and looking at Lucyâs face. âI took a hot shower, it helped to relax my muscles.â
Lucy hums, her eyes looking at Onaâs face with a softness that makes Ona melt. Ona feels shivers when Lucy strokes her face gently with her fingers and she canât help but close her eyes.
Like this she doesnât see Lucy leaning it to kiss her, but she smiles under her lips.
âAnd I missed that tooâ Lucy smirks.
Ona giggles and lets Lucy take her by her hand to go sit where Ona was previously. Like this they are hidden from the door and able to hide just in case. And if someone locks the door, Alexia knows where she is.
âHow was your day after training?â Ona asks.
They are sitting next to each other, Lucyâs arm around Onaâs waist and Onaâs head on Lucyâs shoulder.
âIt was okay. I played chess against Declan, then I took a shower, and we ate. What about you?â
âAlmost the same as you. Shower, then I took a nap and we had dinnerâ
âDonât you have bruises on your back from the training? That fall looked nasty.â
âI havenât looked at itâ Ona shrugs.
âHasnât Tony proposed to look at it?â Lucy jokes.
Ona rolls her eyes at that. Lucy teases her sometimes about Tony and his behavior, Ona complained about it several times to Lucy. Ona feels like Lucy doesnât like the boy very much. Itâs true that, unlike Declan who only became friendly when Lucy told her she wasnât interested, Tony is still sneaking around.
âLet me see?â
Ona hesitates only two seconds before turning her back to Lucy, who softly lifts her shirt. Ona feels shivers running in her body when Lucy passes her finger on her back.
âSorry. Does it hurt?â Lucy asks when Ona shivers.
âNo, itâs okayâ Ona mumbles, shaking her head. âIâll ask Ale to give me some cream or something.â
Lucy hums once again and kisses Ona's back softly, making her shiver once more time. It seems to amuse Lucy who chuckles before you lower Onaâs shirt again. She then takes Ona against her again and like always, small talk about their days and everything comes easily.
Between hugs, kisses and talks, Ona feels more than safe. She even gets half-laying on Lucy at some point, Lucy playing with her hair.
âYou seem close to Annaâ Lucy states at some point.
âI wouldnât call that closeâ Ona shrugs. âWe talk when we have to wait for something because we are next to each other. Between her and Tony, I prefer to talk to Anna.â
Lucy just hums once again, but this time Ona raises her head to have a look at Lucyâs face. The dark-haired girl seems lost in her thoughts but still looks at Ona when the girl kisses her jaw softly.
âWhy do you ask?â
âI was just wonderingâ
Ona snuggles closer to Lucy, who seems more than happy to let her do it. Ona hesitates about what to say, because sheâs not sure to be reading Lucyâs thoughts correctly. It seems like sheâs jealous, but how in the world could Lucy feel insecure about someone else? Especially for her, Ona thinks.
âYou⊠Youâre not jealous, are you?â Ona finally asks shyly.
Lucy doesnât answer anything at first, only looking at Ona, who finds herself blushing. It seems like she was wrong finally, next time she will shout her mouth.
âIâm sorry, it was a stupid assumption. I was j- â
âOna.â
Ona was starting to ramble, but Lucy cut her quickly. Maybe with time she understands Ona easier.
âOf course Iâm jealous. That girl seems nice, sheâs kind of pretty. You seem to find her interesting enough to talk to her every day. Of course, Iâm jealousâ Lucy repeats, much to Ona amazement.
The younger one stays silent for some seconds, blinking while looking at Lucy. The latter chuckles when she sees Ona looking at her like this.
âYouâre so cuteâ Lucy cooes, kissing her cheek.
Ona decides to hide her blush in Lucyâs neck, squeezing herself a little harder against Lucy. She likes the feeling of her body against her like this. Lucy doesnât seem to mind and doesnât add anything, letting Ona compose with the fact that Lucy is really jealous for her.
âWho did you call yesterday?â Lucy asks a little after.
âMy best friend, AItanaâ Ona answers, sitting a little less against Lucy. âWe grew up together and sheâs more like a sister than only a friend to me. My brother and her have been in love for years now. I tried already to make them go on a date or something, but they never admitted their mutual attraction. I didnât really let her the choice yesterday. I really hope it will work between them. They will be good togetherâ
Lucy nods softly, playing absently with Ona hairs.Â
âTalk to me about them. Your familyâ she asks.
âWell⊠My parents grew up in the same neighborhood, but my father is a little bit older than my mother. They both are working in one of the companies that make the clothing for the Peacekeepers, but not in the same department. They both manage their proper department. My father isnât the kind of man to talk a lot about his feelings but in general too. He still can show how much he cares for you with acts. And my mother is very loving and caring. She loves to take care of her loved ones. I think she was the first to understand that I like girlsâ
Ona frowns softly, remembering the moment where she told all her family about it. She wasnât really sure about it at first, but when she told them, she already was in love with Jana. She was the reason for Ona to confide to her family.
âAnd my brother is like my best friend. He was always very protective about me, but he let me make my experiences. He always gave me good advices.â
âThey seem to be nice peopleâ Lucy comments.
âThey are. They deserve the best.â
Ona lost herself in her thoughts for a moment, before looking at Lucy again. There is a soft frown on Lucyâs face, which Ona erases tenderly with her fingers.Â
âWhat about your family?â she asks. âWho did you call yesterday?â
âOh. I called my brother. I thought he would give me good advices about the Games.â
She shrugs softly, like it wasnât something very interesting. But Ona couldnât agree with that, she wants to know the most from Lucy.Â
âYou only have a brother?â Ona asks again.Â
âNo, I have a little sister too. Her nameâs Sophie, sheâs seven years younger than me. She wasnât really planned to be honest. My father is one of the best fishermen of the District, the Bronze Family is pretty well-known there. My mother doesnât work, she was raising us and now she takes care of my brotherâs children.â
Ona smiles softly. She always loved children, she was hoping to have some, one day. Even if it would be complicated because of her condition. You donât have medically assisted procreation in Panem.
âThatâs cuteâ Ona smiles. âHow many does he have?â
âTwo. A boy and a girl.â
âThatâs cuteâ Ona repeat. Â
Lucy just hums, taking Onaâs attention on her. She looks at Lucy before asking her question, the older one looking at the wall in front of them without really looking at it.
âYou donât like children?â
âI doâ Lucy sighs softly. âItâs just that I donât think I would have some with the risk for them to be selected for the Games, you know?â
âI seeâ Ona says softly.
âDo you want children yourself?â
âWell, it would be hard for me to do thatâ Ona chuckles. âThere is no way I can find a man attractive enough for that.â
It seems to light Lucyâs mind, because the girl is suddenly laughing too, squeezing Ona harder in her arms. The end of the night is shared between talks, laughs and kisses. Sometimes the fact that there are only two (now one) nights with Lucy comes to Onaâs mind sometimes, but she tries her best not to think about it.
âOna Batlle!â
Ona jumps suddenly and almost let the dumbbell she was working with fall on Tonyâs feet. She turns around to face two cameras and the TV host, who is smiling at her with suspicious happiness.
âYou know Iâm a man who keeps his promises?â
âI never doubted itâ Ona smiles, trying to be as good as possible after a gym session.
âWhen we talked, I promised you to find something belonging to Jana for you to take in the arenaâ he says, waiting for Ona to nod before continuing. âWell, I succeeded!â
Onaâs eyes went for his hands, forgetting that there are probably all the other tributes watching at them. He opens a lilac box, very slowly, probably to manage the suspense for the audience. Ona wonders briefly if they are live, before having her mind taken away by what sheâs seeing.
âDo you recognize it?â
âYeahâ Ona mumbles.
Of course, she recognizes it. Itâs a small silver chain with a pendant that Jana was wearing every single day of her life. The presenter is still looking at her with his big bright smile when Ona looks at him again.
âCome on. Take it.â
With trembling fingers, Ona takes the chain with a lot of precautions. She approaches it to her eyes to see the pendant better, before caressing it gently with her thumb. It was Janaâs. It has the same scratch on the right wing of the dove.
âThank you.â
Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence but it seems to soften the TV host who takes her in her arms for a hug. Ona gives it back, she doesnât know if itâs really him who found that chain, but sheâs very touched.
âShe had to take it back for the Games, but you can wear it, if you want.â
Ona hesitates several seconds, looking at the pendant once again. She thinks about it, before answering. She doesnât want to lose it or to break it.
âDo you think it could be possible to send it to Janaâs family after the Games?â Ona asks shyly.
âI think I can do thatâ the presenter approves. âBut maybe you will be able to give it to them yourself!â
He doesnât let Ona the time to answer before turning himself to look at the cameras again and finishing the live.
That night, when she meets Lucy again, sheâs not the first to come into the room. Lucyâs already here, sitting on a box with her legs swinging mindlessly. She looks at Ona when the younger one enters the room before coming for her for a hug.
Lucy casually passes her arms around Onaâs waist, kissing her cheek softly.
âHow are you?â Ona asks, passing both of her hands in Lucyâs hair.
âIâm okayâ Lucy mumbles. âWhat about you?â
âIâm⊠nervous, I think.â
Lucy nods, her hands still around Onaâs waist. Her green eyes are looking carefully at Onaâs face, something she does from time to time, but right now Ona has the impression that there is something else.
âItâs our last day hereâ Ona whispers.
âYeahâ Lucy breathes, before taking a deep breath. âAbout that⊠I think we need to talk.â
âOkay?â
Lucy bites her bottom lips, a habit she took from Ona. Ona feels her nervousness becoming stronger every second during Lucyâs silence.
âMy mentor told us after dinner that he made an alliance with the other career districts. I donât have the choice to accept, if I donât, I will be the first one they will try to kill.â
âOh.â
Itâs a hard way to remember the real issues of the Games. Ona leaves Lucyâs arms, going to lean against the wall, in front of Lucy. She wasnât expecting Lucy to fight next to her, Lucy needs to save her life and there is no way that she has a single chance with her.
âWith whom do you have an alliance?â Lucy asks.
âNo oneâ
âYou have one with Tony, no?â
Ona laughs softly with bitterness. Tony would probably help her to survive, but she doesnât want to owe him anything. Â
âI donât think I will stick with himâ Ona shrugs.
âSo what? You will do your things alone?â
âYeah.â
Lucy seems strangely angry about this information, which Ona doesnât really understand. They have never had a single conflict since they started talking and Ona doesnât like that feeling at all.
âThatâs stupidâ Lucy says.
âI donât have the choice. But donât worry, I have a planâ Ona shrugs.
The plan being to find somewhere high to hide and go looking for something to eat or drink at night. She wonât try to take anything at the beginning of the games, she knows she doesnât stand any chance.
Lucy bites her bottom lip again, harder than before. Ona feels like Lucy is trying hard not to say something she might regret later.
âIf you say soâ Lucy finally says.
Ona nods slowly without breaking eye contact with Lucy. Green deep in brown, they keep looking at each other for some time before Lucy sighs.
âIt sucks that we met in those circumstances. Iâm pretty sure that outside the GamesâŠâ
âIt would have been perfectâ Ona finishes her sentence.
âMaybe in another life?â
âIn another lifeâ Ona whispers back.
âCome here.â
Lucy reaches her hand out to Ona, who doesnât hesitate to take her. Then the older one draws Ona against her again, passing her arms around her waist and kissing her temple.
âCan I?â
Lucy talks again and it draws Onaâs attention, who looks at Lucy with curiosity. The dark-haired woman raised her hand next to Onaâs face.
âYeah?â
Lucy softly passes her fingers around Onaâs neck, like sheâs looking for someone here. Ona doesnât need any explanation to understand that Lucy is looking for the chain.
âYouâre not wearing itâ
Itâs more a statement than a question, but Ona still nods at it.
âI will wear it for the Games thoughâ Ona shrugs. âI want to be sure that it will come back to Janaâs family after all of this.â
âI understandâ Lucy assures her softly.
A new moment of silence passes, during which Lucy takes Ona again against her. Each of their arms passed around the waist of the other, Lucy gently cradles Ona who was still standing.
âCan I ask you something?â Lucy talks again.
âEverything you wantâ
Lucy smiles softly at the other girlâs answer, searching in her head the best words to use to ask the question that is in her mind.
âIf Jana was still here⊠Do you think that what happened between us will be here too?â
Ona bites her lips thoughtfully. She never asks herself that kind of question and sheâs a little bit taken aback by it.
âI donât know. The thing I know is that Jana is my first love. But you and me⊠Itâs different. I canât compare the feelings I have for both of you.â
Sheâs lying a little bit. Because she knows that the feelings she has for Lucy are surely different from the ones she had for Jana. Those feelings are stronger, more passionate and devastating.
âWhat we have you and me is stronger than everything I felt before. It scares me because we are not in the right place for that. And I know that at least one of us will lose the others. Iâm not sure I want to live in a world where you are not here.â
She was trying not to be too sincere at first, but she got carried away. After all, Lucy has the right to know the way she feels. Lucy doesnât seem to find that alarming anyway, because sheâs grabbing Onaâs face to kiss her hard.
âNo matter what happens during the Games, know that what we shared here means the world to me. I was sincere and real with you.â
Ona nods again, passing her arms around Lucyâs neck to share a new kiss. She knows their time is counted now; curfew is here soon. After that, everything will change forever.
Chapter After
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Handy - Part Two
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie isn't done helping you with household projects. In fact, she helps you undertake your biggest one yet. But can she finally tell you how she feels? To be determined.
Warnings: None other than it's sickly sweet.
A/N: Thank you SO much for the response to the original post. I'm excited to share Part Two with you all. I hope you enjoy! Part One is here if you need it.
"Good morning! How is your day going?"
"Morning Jessie :) My morning's going okay. It's still early, so not much to report yet lol. I have a couple of meetings later though. How is your morning going? Let me guess, even though you have the day off, you've been up since pretty much sunrise, you've probably fit in a run, a couple of chapters and had breakfast haha."
"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me? lol. And you may be right about all of those things."
"Not making fun - it's really more admiration. If I had the day off I'd still be fast asleep lol."
"There's nothing wrong with that either. For the record."
"I appreciate the sentiment lol. Very generous of you. So, what do you have planned for your day off?"
You leaned back in your chair and waited as the three dots faded in and out in sequence. A frown crossed your face as they disappeared. Before you could think too much about it they came up again. Another frown creased your forehead as they disappeared once more. You sat up. What was going on?
A few moments later the dots reappeared and shortly after a text mercifully came through from Jessie.
"I'm running some errands in the SW today. I probably won't be too far from your office. If you're not too busy or don't have plans already, maybe we could go for lunch?"
Another text came through a moment later.
"No pressure though."
You leaned back in your chair and smiled. She was really so cute.
It had been a couple of weeks since your impromptu night over at Jessie's. You'd seen each other since, including when Jessie did in fact come by your apartment to patch up the drywall.
That said, lunch together mid-week was something new.
"That sounds great. I'm in a meeting until 11:30, but can meet you after."
"Okay! You know the area, so you pick where and I'll meet you there."
The morning went by quickly and before you knew it you were walking into the restaurant and wordlessly searching the tables until you saw Jessie. If she saw you, she was making a point of not showing it. Instead, she leaned into the menu, studying it rather determinedly.
"Fancy seeing you here," you teased as you grabbed a seat. She looked up, eyebrows high in surprise and greeted you.
"Oh hey!"
You resisted the urge to blush as she - inadvertently or not - looked you up and down.
"I feel like I'm underdressed," she muttered, giving a nod to your business attire before leaning back in her chair and tucking her hands into her hoodie pocket. You gave her a look.
"Don't be silly. You look great." She gave you a dismissive frown and you went on, shrugging off your jacket and picking up the menu. "I hope you weren't waiting long."
"No, no," she dismissed readily as she began reviewing the menu once more. "Gave me time to figure out what I want."
"Okay, good. I always get the poke bowl," you told her and a wry smirk formed on her face as she looked at you over the menu.
"I knew it," she said in a very self-satisfied way.
"You know me so well." You rolled your eyes with a short laugh. "What kind of errands were you running in this part of town anyway?"
You frowned as she lifted her eyebrows high again, forehead creasing as she worked to respond. She didn't avert her eyes from the menu in her hands.
"Uh, just picking up something for the team," she relayed evenly.
"Oh. What was that?" You asked, curious and truthfully a bit skeptical.
The blush she'd been fending off broke through and her cheeks began to glow pink under your scrutiny. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Just some gear. Nothing exciting," she said with a laugh, her voice slightly higher than normal.
"Oh, I thought equipment staff would take care of things like that," you said lightly, immediately seeing her readying a rebuttal. You cut her off with a cheeky remark. "I would've said otherwise that if you just wanted to have lunch together you could simply ask."
Her face grew red and she subconsciously sunk into her chair a bit before righting herself and frowning at you.
"I know that." She nearly pouted before huffing exaggeratedly. She shot you a look and spoke pointedly. "Anyway, I have those new hinges for your cupboard. Does Friday still work for you?"
"It does, thank you," you said, allowing her some reprieve.
You enjoyed your lunch together, and although you wanted it to last longer, you had to be back at the office soon. You'd excused yourself to the washroom and when you came back Jessie was hunched over the table concentrating on something. When she heard the scraping of your chair on the floor she looked up.
"Good timing," she said with a quiet smile as she held out a small folded item for you. "His name is Bernard. He's for you."
The puzzled look on your face was quickly replaced with a wide smile as you realized what it was.
"An origami dinosaur!" You exclaimed excitedly as you looked it over. "The best use of a napkin I've seen yet."
Though Jessie wasn't outwardly beaming, the lift in her shoulders and the brightness in her eyes told you she was pleased by your reaction.
"He's awesome," you told her as you began to tuck him into your bag.
"Oh, I was just kidding, you don't have to keep him. I was just messing around," Jessie said, belated embarrassment now encompassing her. You stilled your movements and shot her a look.
"Throw Bernard away? And you kidding me?" You asked in mock offense. "He's mine now. For good."
Her cheeks were bright pink, but she laughed as she stood.
"So...Friday?" She asked again, a hint of nervousness sneaking back into her voice despite how nonchalant she was trying to make herself look. You nodded decisively.
"Friday."
"Alright. Well," Jessie stalled momentarily scratching her temple idly, her gaze focused elsewhere before she looked to you again with a small smile. "Thanks for having lunch with me. I hope your afternoon goes well."
"Thanks for meeting me. Let me know if you have to run anymore errands around here," you said with the faintest hint of teasing. It was enough to get Jessie to look away and blush once more.
"Yep. I will."
"Bye, Jess," you said easily as you stepped towards her and pulled her into a hug. Though her hold on you was still a bit tentative, like she didn't want to relax into it too much, it was still a far cry from how she'd been that first night.
When you pulled away, her hands went behind her back immediately and she went up onto her tiptoes. "I'll walk you to your car."
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"What's this?"
You looked over with a frown. You cracked a smirk as Jessie stood there, looking at you accusingly as she held up a paint swatch as if it was a piece of evidence.
"A paint swatch," you replied slowly.
"I'm aware," she said in exaggeration before looking a bit disappointed. "Why didn't you tell me you were planning to paint?"
You shrugged, really more distracted by how cute and endearing she looked as she pouted.
"Um, I'm sorry?" You offered with lackluster earnest.
She rolled her eyes and walked over to your wall with the swatch. You watched her as she frowned in concentration, lifting her other hand up to rest on her chin as she studied the colours in front of her.
"I think-" she started before turning her head to you. "Wait - do you want my opinion?"
You laughed. "Of course I do. You're my resident handyperson. Personal reno expert. Whatever title you prefer."
Jessie's lips pulled into a tight, shy smile as her cheeks began to grow pink. She turned her attention back to the swatch.
"I like this third one. I think the one above it will just end up too washed out and the one below will make the space feel closed in and small."
"Well, we're in luck, because that's the one I was thinking of."
She gave you a nod of approval before walking back over to you. She folded her arms across her chest, planting her feet and exhaled briefly. She took a moment before looking at you.
"Well. You're going to need a lot of supplies. So, we could go together and get them," she trailed off, her gaze following before resetting. "And it'll take you ages to do this whole place on your own, so," she waved her hand aimlessly for a few seconds, "I can help."
"Jessie." You gave her a pointed look. "As much as I appreciate that, painting is a big ordeal. You've already done way too much for me."
She surprised you by looking nearly hurt by the sentiment.
"I don't mind. Seriously. I told you I was happy to help and I meant it. Mean it." She gave a listless shrug. "I like painting."
"A whole condo?" You scrutinized, arching an eyebrow at her.
She blushed a bit, the smallest of smiles sneaking out as she shrugged once more. "We make a good team."
ââââ
It should've been no surprise to either of you that it didn't take much convincing for Jessie to get her way. The following week you were driving around town together picking up paint and accompanying supplies.
Again, you had to give yourself a reality check when you and Jessie were wandering the paint aisle of the hardware store together. It was too easy to think of yourselves as something more as you controlled the list (though curated mostly by Jessie...) and she pushed the cart and dutifully retrieved items.
It was pathetic, really, how you were fighting for your life, trying not to smile as you two were leaned in together as you compared and debated two types of paint brushes. You had to roll your eyes at yourself. You were in way too deep.
To make matters worse, Jessie - after bouncing her knee all through lunch and determinedly avoiding eye contract with you - offered to have you stay at her place while painting was under way.
"I'll take the couch again. You really can't stay here with the furniture all awry and tarped, and the fumes."
She was going to be the death of you.
"Okay, so everything's set - we've moved everything, things are tarped, supplies are laid out-"
"Meticulously so," you interjected with a teasing smirk. She shot you a mocking glare.
"We can get taping," she announced patiently.
You walked over wordlessly and removed her hat. You saw her swallow as she looked at you with wide, brown eyes.
"Not your nice hat," you told her as you tucked it away and retrieved a hat of your own. "I don't want you to get paint on it. Here, you can wear mine instead." You placed it on her head with a gentle smile, sure not to laugh at how her cheeks were now burning red.
She cleared her throat and adjusted the hat. "Okay, well, let's get started."
It was only a few minutes in when Jessie interjected.
"What are you doing?" She asked, clearly aghast and not hiding it particularly well.
You sat back on your heels and looked at her.
"Cutting in?"
"Freehand?" She said, her voice rising and narrowing her eyes in sheer disbelief. "That's what the tape-" Jessie's words trailed off as she examined your work. "Oh," sounding nearly deflated. "That's actually quite good."
You gave her a teasingly scrutinizing look as you did air quotes. "'Actually quite good.' Wow. The disrespect." She rolled her eyes at you with a laugh and nearly stamped her foot.
"Come on, you know what I mean."
You shook your head at her. "You're not the only one with skills here, Fleming."
You bit back a smile as her cheeks started to darken. She distracted by readjusting her hat, tucking her hand into her pocket and idly shifting her weight from one foot to the next.
"Is that so?" She asked.
"It is. I just haven't had my chance to shine," you continued cheekily as you stood up.
"Well, what I'm hearing is you don't need my services," she said, a glint now in her eyes.
"Jess." Her name came out like a pout and you gave her arm a gentle shove. She grinned before lifting her chin haughtily and giving a shrug.
"I mean, I can go."
"Jessie," you protested once more, jostling her a bit this time and pulling a wide smile out of her. You gave her a look of warning. "Don't make me beg you to stay."
That glint was still in her eyes as she leaned in and gave you a soft nudge with her shoulder. "Fine. I'll get back to work," she deadpanned.
You worked steadily for several hours, you and Jessie finding a good cadence and coordinating seamlessly early on. You nicked the baseboards and doorframes on a couple of occasions, but it was Jessie's fault. How could you be expected to remain steady and focused when you could see the muscles in her back flex and her calves pop as she maneuvered herself along the wall to paint. And her t-shirt sleeves rolled up onto her shoulders? A little too attractive. Never mind her biceps being on display.
The other close call was when you nearly dropped the roller when you felt her hand on your back as she shimmied past you and around the furniture at one point. The contact was feather-light, but it sent a shiver through you nonetheless.
Eventually, you both took a break, sitting flush against one another on the tarped floor, your backs against the couch that had been moved into the center of the room.
You were taking a sip of water when Jessie's phone began to buzz. You saw her look at it and you told her to take the call.
"Mm. It's just my sister. I'll call her back later." Shortly after the buzzing stopped, a text came through. Jessie read it quickly and sighed before calling her back.
You rose from your spot, aware of Jessie's eyes on you as you did so. You retreated to the other room to give her some space. However, you could still overhear Jessie despite how hushed she was trying to speak. You weren't intentionally trying to eavesdrop, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't curious.
"...I can't right now...I'm out..." A huff. "I'm...at a friend's...No...No...No." Then, in an even more hushed tone. "Y/N's..." Another exasperated huff. "I'll call you later. Yes! Okay. Bye!"
You gave it a few moments, but couldn't resist much longer and came back into the living room to see Jessie looking flustered and a blush lingering on her cheeks. She met your eyes before her gaze darted away.
"Hey," she nearly mumbled before standing up and brushing off her shorts needlessly. You, again, tried not to get distracted by her paint-covered hands. "Shall we continue?"
You worked late into the night finishing a first coat across the rooms before packing it up. Your body ached.
"I can't believe you have a game tomorrow. I'm so sorry," you told her, guilt creeping in.
"What for?" Jessie looked genuinely puzzled.
"Aren't you sore? My back is killing me," you asked incredulously.
"Oh, no, I'm feeling fine. It's good conditioning," she joked. "We'll get you a heat pack when we get back to my place."
You were going to need a hell of a lot more than a heat pack, but you gave her a grateful nod nonetheless. You bent to pick up your overnight bag, but her hand shot out and grabbed it before you could. She stood and swung it effortlessly over her shoulder.
"Ready?"
A/N: You all have me so into this now that I couldn't fit everything I wanted into two parts. Third part is available here.
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hi!! can we get a cute fluffy stug blurb to deal with all the angst? your writing is genuinely so incredible i get scared to read a new chapter bc i donât want to see them suffer but your writing is so so so good it just draws me in completely. I hope youâre proud of come home bc itâs INCREDIBLE i donât think iâve read anything related to steve that i love more. and the blurbs?? what else could we ask for omg youâre giving us EVERYTHING
hi dear !! i was savin a fluffy request for when we needed one, and i think after these last few days ,,,, some cute bickering between robin, steve, dustin, and bug is needed.
enjoy <3
"your boyfriends late."
"the bell rang like, five seconds ago."
"hes still late."
robin rolls her eyes at dustin while you shove him off the curb. he yelps in surprise and you snicker. "watch your step, dusty."
"do not call me that." he glares at you, straightening his hat. hes shot up at least three inches since this summer and soon he'll be your height and not so easy to shove onto the street.
"children, please." robin sighs exhaustedly. "i have a four hour shift ahead of me. can we save the arguing for later?"
"she started it!" dustin exclaims, pointing an accusatory finger at you while you point at him and shout, "he started it!"
a car pulls up behind the two of you. "whatever youre arguing about, im on y/n's side."
steve pokes his head out through his rolled down window. hes wearing his stupidly cheesy raybands that youve come to adore. smiling at you, he sends you an air kiss. "miss me?"
dustin thwacks the teens nose, eliciting a very unattractive screech to fall from steves lips. "never do that again."
your brother then gets into the back of the car while you and robin giggle hysterically. she has to clutch onto your arm to avoid toppling over in her laughter. youre no better yourself, snorting with every quick inhale of breath.
"tha' wasn' funny," steve holds his nose while he tilts his head back. hes worried the shithead gave him a bloody nose, but all you and robin can focus on is how nasally his voice is now.
the two of you laugh even harder, and all steve can do is flick you off and pout.
"you guys are assholes." he grumbles, finally starting the car after you and robin collect yourselves.
"im sorry, honey." you press a soft, gentle kiss to the tip of steves nose. "is that better?"
of course your kiss made steve feel infinitely better. but he isnt an idiot. hes aware of the audience in his car. theres no way hes giving dustin and robin even more ammunition against him.
"not answerin' that."
dustin snorts. "oh, so now hes smart not to flirt with you in front of me."
"why are you even in my car?"
"why are you even dating my sister?"
robin raises her hand. "i have an even better question: why am i being driven to my shift that starts in five minutes?"
"thats a great question, robin." your body turns to the one next to you. "steve, care to answer?"
steve waves a sarcastic hand at you, but he pulls out of the school parking lot anyways. you, robin, and dustin cheer. though steves eyebrows are knit in annoyance, you know hes secretly elated as well. its rare to have a day at family video with you and dustin alongside him and robin.
with your shifts at the bookstore and dustins growing fascination with eddie, its nice to just have some time with one another. family video always feels bleaker without the hendersons.
"alright, what has horny heather selected this week?" dustin makes himself at him behind the video counter. long having memorized the systems password, he easily logs into the stores rental catalogue.
horny heather is the name youve given one of family videos most frequent customers. shes an older women with a bizarre fixation for movies with attractive male leads. it wouldnt be so bizarre if it werent for the fact that she regularly rewinds to every single shirtless scene the movies contains.
and every nude scene.
sometimes you hate how much family video knows about its customers.
you plop down next to dustin. "my money is on anything with tom cruise. she seems to have a thing for brunettes."
"and who can blame her?" steve flicks his hair out of his face. "we're obviously the best."
robin throws her jacket at him. "stop drooling over yourself. its unbecoming for a young man."
"dude, you sound like my mom."
"jokes on you. your mom is totally a babe," robin bats her eyelashes at him. "im taking that as a compliment."
steve blanches at this, completely disgusted and offended. he looks at you incredulously. "you hearing this? she just called my mom a babe. thats-thats just so wrong-"
"your mom is pretty hot." you shrug at steve. "sorry, honey. im on robins side."
robin high fives you, snickering in victory. steves jaw drops in pure astonishment. hes speechless. he cant believe youd betray him like this. he cant believe you think his own mother is hot.
dustin looks at the scene before him and shakes his head. you guys are being totally immature. "cmon, guys. thats just wrong."
steve waves his arms out at the kid. "see? thank you, little henderson. god, i cant believe youre the only one here with any sense left-"
"of course, buddy!" dustin smiles wickedly at him. "its silly for y/n and robin to call your mom hot. we all know its really your dad is way hotter."
"what-?" steve gasps for air.
"his broodiness is hot, isnt it?" you grab dustins arm excitedly. "i mean, hes just so stoic. so stern."
robin pretends to faint. "its so... manly."
steve goes to the corner and screams.
which just so happens to be the same corner a poor, old woman is browsing in.
he ends up getting hit with her cane.
its a good day.
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington blurb#ask#anon#m speaks#come home blurb#set in between seasons 3 and 4 !#m's writing#BRING DUSTIN AND STEVE HOME U COWARDS :((((((#i miss my boys :(#anyways in my head steves parents are total hotties
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head over skates · jjk ; part iii.
··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply canât stand it.
so what happens when youâre suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?
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PAIRING;Â hockey player!jungkook x f. reader
GENRE;Â fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au
WORDCOUNT;Â 1,255
RATING;Â 18+
WARNINGS;Â swearing, a teeny tiny little tension but also, jk is being very sweet :(
a/n; part 3!!! i love doing this little series bc it's so easy to write when the chapters aren't so long <3 i hope all of you enjoy it too despite the fact that it's not a very long read! lmk what you think! ty for reading xx
You didnât text Jungkook back.
No matter how tempted you were when he tried to bribe you with iced americano â your favorite (which he remembered).
Instead you took it upon yourself and started working on the project without him. Your gut is telling you that he wonât be adding much to the group work nor will he invest the time and energy in it. Thereâs no reason to wait around for him to actually care about the project when you know that âcaringâ isnât one of his primary traits. It used to be but not anymore â if he still cared, he wouldnât have abandoned your friendship the way he did.
Besides, itâs not like you mind.Â
Youâll gladly put his name on the finished product if it means youâll be rid of him and his flirty, cocky behavior. Itâll only make the process easier and youâll be able to do it just the way you want. If anything, Jungkook should be grateful that youâre willing to do this on your own and just add his name. Normally you wouldnât do something like this but you just canât stand being stuck doing group work with him for three weeks.
Jihyo is right though â it is time to move past it but you canât. Not yet.
You havenât spoken to Jungkook in 5 years â thatâs sixty months of spite and aggravation that has affected you way more than you wouldâve liked. Like you said, youâre not one to hold grudges against people but this particular grudge has been sitting in the back of your mind for half a decade and while youâd love to be able to just let it go, you canât.
Youâre pulled from your thoughts when your phone buzzes due to an incoming text. You reach for it to take a look, your face instantly twisting in annoyance when you realize whoâs texting you.
[11:07 AM] Jeonđ€ŹđđŒ: whatcha doing? ;)
You swipe it, removing it from your lock screen before returning your focus to your laptop and the project at hand. You let out a soft sigh and rest your chin in your palm as you play around with the font of the text â Times New Roman suddenly has a whole other meaning after Jungkookâs name was written next to yours the other day.
"Itâs good to know your phone works.â
âOh my god!â
Startled by the low and deep voice right next to your ear, you jump in your seat and turn around with widened eyes. Dark brown eyes with a mischievous glint in them are staring back at you, an amused grin on pink lips as well. You take notice of the two iced americanos in his hand before youâre scowling at your former friend turned stranger.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâm here to do the project,â Jungkook tells you and holds up the beverages. âI brought drinks.â
âHow did you know I was here?â You canât help but ask, wondering how he managed to locate you. The library isnât exactly one of the places on campus Jeon Jungkook frequents the most. Youâd know since you spent a lot of time here.Â
He shrugs, âI saw you when I walked by, went and got these,â he places the iced americanos onto the table, âand came back to join you.â
You gape at him for a moment as he pulls a chair out and takes a seat next to you, not a word of protest leaving you because youâre simply speechless once again. He actually got you iced americano and he genuinely wants to do the project.Â
Something doesnât seem right.
Jungkook glances at you with a smirk when heâs met by silence, âwhat? Surprised that I actually do my school work?â
You shake yourself off your speechlessness and shrug as nonchalantly as possible, âsomething like that.â
âI see you took a head start,â he nods to your laptop with a chuckle as he pulls his own out of his backpack. That fucking chunky, black backpack heâs had since high school. Back then you wondered what he carried around in it and every time you asked him, he would only shrug and grin.Â
Teen boys and their mysterious behavior.
And just for a brief moment, you see your best friend from high school in front of you, sitting here next to you like back in the day â boyish grin and that same glint in his eye. He looks the same and itâs messing with your head because back then you were crushing hard on him. Jungkook has always dominated that casual, boyish charm and look and today is no different. Heâs wearing an oversized white Nike t-shirt and black track pants from the same brand. Thereâs a yellow beanie on top of his head to tame his messy hair. For all you know, he couldâve gotten straight out of bed and gone to campus after throwing on the first outfit he could find â simple, casual, flattering.
The only difference is the two lip rings and the full sleeve of tattoos.
âYeah, about that,â you start, shooting him a fake, over-friendly smile. âDon't worry about it â Iâll do the project and just add your name before handing it in.â
Jungkook blinks at you for a moment before recovering, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, âwhy? You're scared Iâll fuck it up or some shit?â
You shake your head, âno, I just prefer working alone.â
âYou always do projects with Jihyo though,â he points out, squinting his eyes at you.
âThatâs different.â
âIs it? Or are you just saying that because Iâm your partner?â He challenges.
How do you tell a guy whoâs so used to getting his way and having people go out of their way to make sure heâs happy that you donât want him as your project partner? That youâd rather do an important project thatâs meant to be done in pairs by yourself and risk the possibility of getting stressed out just because you got paired up with him?Â
âIf Iâm being honest, yes,â you tell him, not taking a moment to rethink your choice to confront him but just blurting it out instead. âI would rather work myself into the ground than do group work with you. So if you donât mindâŠâ
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow as you do a gesture with your hands as if to shoo him away. He looks rather unbothered though, not moving an inch either. He stares at you for a second and if you didnât know any better, you would almost assume heâs silently challenging you to try again, to tell him off and âshooâ him away like a fucking bird.Â
You donât.
You stare back at him, your face not showing an ounce of anything as you patiently wait for him to get up and leave.
He doesnât.
Instead the corners of his mouth curls into a faint smirk as he reaches for one of the iced americanos and slides it towards you. He then grabs the other one and turns to his laptop, silently sipping on his beverage while getting to work on the project.
You feel your blood starting to boil a little but you donât give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you pointedly snatch up the iced americano, once again turning your focus to the project at hand. You feel his eyes on you but you keep your eyes on your laptop screen, acting as if his presence isnât affecting you or bothering you in any way.
You then give in and take a sip of the coffee.
Damn itâŠÂ
Itâs a really good iced americano.
#fic: hos#jungkook#jungkook smut#bts#bts smut#bts angst#jungkook angst#jungkook fluff#bts fluff#smut#fluff#angst#kpop#bangtan#bts jungkook#jungkook e2l#jungkook college au#bts x female reader#jungkook x female reader#kpop smut#kpop fanfic#jungkook fanfic#bts fanfic#enemies to lovers au#jungkook x reader#bts x reader
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àŒâ§âË. episode 06: temptation's tangle
preview: ". . . âWhatâs the occasion?â âBeing hungry?â You glare at his sarcastic comment and Hanma shrugs his shoulders with an amused grin. âWhat? You donât trust me?â âExactly, I donât.â âWell just to remind you, we agreed to be fuck buddies soââ
âFor fuckâs sakeââ . ."
content warning: suggestive content, abandonment issues, hanma is a d!ck but what's new.
word count: 5,4k
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â note: yet another chapter woohoo!! this one's a bit exciting for me because we get to see new characters appearing in the reader's life. and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!!
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Saturdays were for resets. You didnât like to go out that much during the weekends, so it was a hassle to reject your co-workerâs offer to go out for drinks the night after a long week of exhausting and intense work. You would much rather stay inside, go over your to-do list and look around your place to see which area needed the most cleaning. The kitchen was definitely a mess, but your room? Good lord. Your room looked as though a hurricane had passed and devoured it before spitting it out.
No matter how much you tried to be organized, you always found yourself with a mess on the floor, half of your makeup on your vanity and the other half in the bathroom along with a bunch of shoes lined up next to your entrance. You puff out some air as you stand in the middle of your room.
âI really need to get my shit together.â Have you said these words before? Absolutely.Â
Will you probably say them again in two weeks? Oh, of course.Â
But right now, you need a distraction from what happened two days agoâsomething that quiets down the voice that keeps nagging you to grab your phone and check if he sent a message, if something had changed. You recognized that you were being a walking contradictionâbetween promising yourself to be mad at him and loathing him only a week ago, to suddenly wishing he was in your bedroom, pinning you to your mattress and drilling his cock into youâyeah, you were a mess.Â
Itâs not like you didnât have a vibrator, or hands! Your hands did an amazing job at fulfilling your needs, you knew where to touch yourself, how to stroke your pussy in a way that had your back arching and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. A sigh would then escape your lips, a needy one because nothing felt as amazing as a mindblowing orgasm after teasing yourself for so long. Your hips would then buck up, and your hand is rubbing very messily at your poor clit before you cum with a loud and long moanâ
âShujiâ!âÂ
You snap out of it so fast, jolting up away from your bed and blinking at your reflection in the mirror.
What the fuck?Â
A grown ass womanâone who gets actionâŠnot that often, but still enough to fulfill her needs, daydreaming about a man whom she slept with once? It doesnât make sense. Or maybe it does, you're too deep in denial to admit that the person you've been longing for is the same man who shaped parts of your teenage years, even if it was only for a short time.
The heavy sigh that leaves you is so loud that it bounces off the walls of your empty apartment. So vacant, but it reminds you how Hanmaâs short yet dominating presence was enough to make it feelâŠless hollow. You hated how he filled the void that you had been long wanting to replace, whether it be by decorating your space with greenery or going on pottery dates with friends or even getting your cat more toys just to watch him run around the apartmentâthe loneliness was hard to swallow. You despised the feeling, it gripped you by the throat and forced you to remember the framed pictures sitting on the shelf above the TV. Friends, family, co-workersâyou were made of pieces of them, each having given you a memory to cling onto and use it as a lifeline.Â
What do you do when that lifeline is barely hanging by a thread?
Your eyes land on the singular picture that rests on your nightstand, and your frown deepens for a moment as realization hits you. The two people in this picture were supposed to stay with you for a long time, your protectors as they liked to call themselves. You purse your lips and inhale deeply. The bitter aftertaste sitting on your tongue is hard to wash down.
You were perfectly fine being shaped by bits of everyone you'd ever met, but werenât your brothers meant to be there for life?
âHere, keep this on you all the time.â You stare at the shiny knife as your oldest brother places it on your nightstand, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and youâre forced to close your book.
âA knife?â
âYeah, itâs for your safety.â
âRan, why would I need to carry a knife with me?âÂ
âYou never know,â youâre not sure if thatâs meant to comfort youâprobably not.Â
Ran Haitani is very proud of the fact that he had adopted you. Technically, his parents didâbut he hated them, and they abandoned you a long time ago, so it was he who adopted you. He remembers you being a tiny baby in your motherâs arms the day that she had picked you up from the adoption center, said something about how she was so excited for this new chapter of her life, and both Ran and Rindou were excitedâover the moon to be welcoming a little sister. At 6 and 5 years old, they didnât know what blood related meantâ it never mattered to them in the first place even as they got older. You were a Haitani, their precious little sister, and that meant the whole world to them.
However, the bond grew a little bit stronger after your parents left. Your father was the first to abandon the family, you were 5, Ran was 10 and Rindouâs 9th birthday was approaching. You remember it being a cold dayâit wasnât gloomy outside or anything, but as you sat in the middle of the living room with your brothers by your side, the apartment felt a bit bigger, emptier. A child is fragile, anything can affect them if not dealt with properlyâthe absence of your father was the first time you had to experience your âbig feelingsâ as Ran liked to describe them. You donât know what holding back tears is, so you cry as you hug your knees to your chest and let Rindou soothe your back with a gentle hand. Itâs a small gesture, but enough to anchor your stuttering breaths.Â
âItâs okay,â Rindou says as you sniffle. When you look at him, you see that his eyes are glossed over with somethingâtears. He blinks them away as soon as he catches you staring at him. âItâs not like we need him, right?â
âOf course not,â Ran speaks confidently, standing over you and Rindou with a superhero-like stance. âAs long as youâve got me, nothing will happen to you!â
âAnd me!â Upon seeing his older brother act like a superhero, Rindou quickly jumps up and stands next to him. Itâs adorable, it gives you hopeâyour little child body, so overwhelmed with emotion and having to deal with the abandonment of a parent temporarily distracted by the two boys standing in front of you.
âIâm Sailor Uranus,â Ran extends one arm outward with his fingers splayed, while his other arm is bent at his side. He shares a look with Rindou, trying to mask his wobbling lips. Rindou averts his gaze, cheeks set ablaze with overwhelming emotion. Sadness, embarrassment mixed with determination to make you, his little sister, feel better even for a few moments.Â
âAnd Iâm Sailor Neptune!â Rindou extends his arm forward, with his other hand pointing slightly upward towards you. Your heart swells with emotion, and you bring your arm to your face to wipe your tears.
âI..Iâm Sailor Moon!â You join in weakly, and for a momentâ(just a small one), everything seems okay. You have your brothers with you, recreating your favorite charactersâ pose and trying to cheer you up. Just for a split second, youâre distracted from the ache that invades your heart and spreads all over your chest.Â
But distractions are bad. Like a bandage on a leaking dam, offering a false sense of control while the real flood builds behind them.Â
You had always looked up to your mother. Itâs natural for a child to have an innocent fascination with one particular parentâafter your father left, your mother had become everything to you. Now that you look back at it, it was definitely fear of being separated from her. Losing her so unexpectedly like you did with your father. You would sit in the living room waiting for her to come back from work, whilst Ran and Rindou were outside playing and didnât necessarily mind the absence of their mother. They were older after all, and perhaps were able to see her for who she truly was earlier than you did.Â
âSheâs not going to come back on time,â Ran announces from behind you. You donât move, still looking out of the window and waiting for her silhouette to appear. âYou have to eat.â
âNo,â you donât mean for your voice to crack, but alas youâre a child and you cannot control your emotions. You wear your heart on your sleeve and the hurt youâre feeling from your motherâs repetitive tardiness is very apparent. âIâm not hungry.â
As if to mock you, your stomach growls the moment you say it. And Ran sighs behind you before approaching you.Â
âNoââ you push him away when he wraps his hand around your arm. âI wonât eatâ!â
âRindou hasnât eaten all day,â Ranâs voice is stern. It momentarily distracts you from your stubbornness and your bottom lip starts wobbling. âHe doesnât want to eat without youâso please,â his voice is now barely above a whisper and your eyes meet his own lavender ones. The sob you choke out is raw, painfulâyou canât hold it back any longer and you fall forward, attaching yourself onto your older brother. The taller boy holds you, rubbing soothing circles on your back as he heaves out a sigh.
No child deserves to go through this.Â
A few months later, you get accustomed to seeing your mother less often. By the age of 10, Ran and Rindou had managed to make a name for themselves around the areaâthe rulers of Roppongi. You choose to ignore the events that led them in juvenile detention, you donât necessarily associate that with great memories but life feels⊠simple.Â
Whilst Ran brings the food and takes care of anything money related, Rindou is the one who is in tune with your emotional needs. He holds you in his arms when you are sad and caresses your head when youâre upset after a particularly nasty fight with Ran. Rindou reminds you of the importance of the rules that they had given you when they started ruling Roppongi, that the way you dress is very important as a Haitaniâtheir little sister.Â
You carried that with you through adulthood.
The walls of your apartment have heard you cry for them, felt your sobs and longing. Itâs strange how your apartment only knows of their existence through pictures, like ghosts they've never seen in person. Like hearing the echo of laughter in an empty roomâfaint and distant, yet it lingers, reminding you of the voices that once filled your childhood.Â
You are filled with sadness and melancholy and longingâyou feel ready to burst like a heavy rain cloud but somehow, you find the strength to hold it all in whilst darkening everything beneath you. Whilst the past few years have been one of the most important ones in your life, you can't deny that with every person you encountered, the shell guarding your heart grew tougher. Like armor forged over time.Â
Itâs useless to grieve the past, you canât let it distract you from the task at hand, so you grab your vacuum cleaner and get to work.
Hopefully youâre done before sunset.
â
Ding dong
The digital clock on your microwave flashes 8:12PM in red, bold colors. You did your usual cleaning, showered and dried your hair, planned an outfit for Monday and were checking on some work you needed to do before the week starts. Who would visit you at this time of the day?
None of your co-workers had texted you all day, and you were hoping that they werenât here to try to convince you to go out. Saying no to them the first time was hard as it is.Â
âShoooo,â you tell your cat as he races you to the front door. âGo away, you canât get out,â you mumble to your fur companion as you place him on his cat tree and watch as he digs his claws into the plush fabric before running away to your room.Â
Dingâding ding ding!
âComing! Iâm coming,â you rush to unlock the door, forgetting to check through the peephole. As you open it, you get a whiff of a familiar perfume and a tall figure is standing a little too close to you.
âWhaââ
âI got dinner.âÂ
Of course it would be him.Â
He stands before you in all his glory. Brand new suit, messy hair (he mustâve had a long day) and shoes that definitely looked less shinier than usual. You try not to stare too hard at his body, fight the carnal urge that tells you to keep your eyes a little longer on his thighs and lean against the door frame with your arms crossed over your chest.Â
âWhatâs the occasion?â
âBeing hungry?â You glare at his sarcastic comment and Hanma shrugs his shoulders with an amused grin.
âWhat? You donât trust me?â
âExactly, I donât.â
âWell just to remind you, we agreed to be fuck buddies soââ
âFor fuckâs sakeââ you yank him inside your apartment and Hanma almost lets out a giggle at how flustered you looked. âYou need to stop saying shit like that in my hallway.â
âWhatâs the worst thing that could happen?â
âPeople could hear you,â you shoot him a glare as you walk away from him. Hanma doesnât miss the chance of checking out your ass in your tight booty shorts. He licks his lips and follows right behind you, plastic bags rustling as he places the food on the kitchen counter.
âWhat did you get anyway?â You ask as you sit back on the kitchen table, nose shoved deep in your laptop as you continue your work. Youâre far too focused on the words in front of you to notice that Hanma had quieted down and was now fully staring at youâtaking the sight of you and placing it at the forefront of his mind.Â
Despite having seen you naked before, Shuji thinks that you look the most attractive like this. Like the adult women that you matured into. He canât remember the last time he saw you this concentratedâ(was it when he snuck into your room as teenagers? He found you sitting at your desk, nose buried in your homework that you didnât even notice him opening your window after he had climbed your fire escape). He canât say he doesnât like it. The smallest details stood out to the same man who claims to be nonchalant about everything elseâthe slight pout and frown to your lips, eyebrows furrowing and eyes darting across the screen, pausing briefly to take in each and every word. You wear glasses now.Â
(And glasses look good on you, they make your nose look cute).
 A sigh escapes your lips and as you inhale, you finally catch his stare. Intense like a spotlight, analyzing your every move and pinning you in place.Â
For obvious reasons, you feel tense under the weight of his golden eyes fixed on you. Exposed, stripped of any secrets you hadnât even dared to write down in your diary. Hanmaâs eyes had the effect of unraveling every guarded truth, as if his intense gaze alone could coax confessions from the deepest corners of your soul.Â
Like how you touch yourself to the thought of him.
You avert your gaze towards the bag, growing uncomfortable with the suffocating silence.
âSo?â
âRamen.â You almost deadpan at the man. Itâs fascinating how he can shift the tension in the room just by spilling out a few words.Â
âYou bought ramen??â
âAm I not allowed to?â He pushes himself off of the kitchen counter and starts walking towards you.
âWhen you said I got dinner, I thought you meant a meal,â you take off your glasses and place them on the table before staring at the bag tiredly. âThatâs an unhealthy meal, Hanma.â
âThatâs what I get for dinner, usually.â
âYouâve got money.â
âYour point?â
âGo to restaurants??â you say in disbelief and Hanma shrugs his shoulders as he stands next to you, enjoying the obvious height difference. One that reminds him of how big his hands looked on your thighs that night.Â
âTooooo much work,â he drags out his words before stretching his arms over his head. The action elicits a yawn out of his lips and you scoff before grabbing the bag and emptying its content on the table. âBesides, whatâs so bad about having instant ramen?â
âItâs unhealthy,â you reply flatly, reaching for the electric kettle. You fill it up with water before pressing the âonâ button, the action coming to you so quickly and naturally that it makes Hanma raise an eyebrow.
âHey, you turned it on a little too fast for someone who thinks instant ramen is unhealthy,âÂ
âBecause this is my kitchen?â The reply you give is laced with sarcasm, absolutely done with whatever he has to say and all Hanma does is just stand back and grin. How fun.Â
âRight, of course,â you avert your gaze the moment Hanmaâs fingers wrap around his tie, loosening it to allow himself to breathe a littleâfeel comfortable in an apartment that has already welcomed him twice already. Does he remember the layout? Not exactly. However, his brain is able to trace the map from your kitchen to your bedroom like a professional cartographer. The detail was etched in their mind, like a name carved into stone.Â
So he makes himself comfortable, he walks past you and into the living room and you watch as he sits on your couch and stares around your decorated space.Â
âIs that a cat tree?â he points at the item sitting near the window.Â
âMmmh,â you hum in response, pouring water into the instant ramen cups. âWhy?â
â âs just that Iâve never seen your cat,â he looks around, trying to figure out where your fur companion might be. âBut I see signs of that fucker everywhere.â
âDonât call my cat a fucker.â You almost hiss and it catches Hanma off guard. Not that it was the first time you ever spoke to him in that tone, but you must be very attached to your cat.Â
âWhew,â he whistles as he raises his arms in the air.. âMy bad. Didnât know you were that kind of person.âÂ
Your eye twitches.Â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â you pause on your way to the living room, the cups of ramen were starting to burn your hands but you could care less.Â
âYâknow, getting all defensive over an animal?â
âYou mean have empathy and emotional connection?âÂ
âEmotional connection with a cat?â Hanma braces himself forward with his elbows on his knees. His side profile comes into view, but he quickly turns to face you and he sees the way you were slowly losing your patience. âThat shit is for people who are lonely.â
It is eerily silent after that. For a good five seconds, Hanma doesnât seem to understand why you give no reply nor do you make a move. He looks away, pats his pocket to find his phone and turns to look at you. You are still glued to your spot.Â
You hope he doesn't hear the sound of your heart breaking, or notice the way your body instantly deflates.Â
âIt must be.â Your reply is devoid of any emotion. You look away from Hanmaâs intense gaze, suddenly growing uncomfortable under all of the attention he was giving you. As you take a seat on the couch (while maintaining a good distance between you and the tall man), you push Hanmaâs cup towards him.Â
âHere.â
âThank you.âÂ
Hanma doesnât feel comfortable with the silence. It bothers him that he doesnât.Â
You try not to pay attention to him, but it turns out that itâs a hard task given how huge the man is. He spreads his legs on your couch, leaving you almost no space, so you have to nudge his thigh with your knee.Â
âMove, youâre taking up too much space.â Youâre still avoiding his gaze, and Hanmaâs finger twitches as he reaches for his ramen cup.Â
âIâm a tall man, doll.â
âDonât care, youâre sitting on my couch.â You say it with a hint of childishness, your tone laced with annoyance.
Hanma chooses to let it slide and slightly closes his legs, allowing you more space on your small couch. However, your behavior still doesnât sit right with him. You're not truly aware of your surroundings, even though it may seem like you areâone moment youâre holding your chopsticks, the next youâre looking for the remote control. Hanma watches as you jab at the noodles with your chopsticks, seemingly unfazed by the steam rising from the cup.
âItâs hot.âÂ
Be careful.
âAh!â you hold a hand to your mouth, your chopsticks falling on the surface of your coffee table. Your eyes are pricking with tears, and you fan your mouth whilst internally cursing yourself for not paying attention.
âTold you itâs hot,â he sounds unbotheredâperhaps a little bored, but still reaches for your face to grab it. You donât fight back despite the urge to get away from himâfrom his touch. His rough hand holds your jaw like a rag doll and you force yourself to open your eyes. âOpen up.â He takes notice of your swollen lips, then you stick out your tongue and itâs reddened.Â
In that moment, you realize there's no space left between the two of you. Any distance you tried to maintain with the tall man has vanished, and you let it happenâyou let yourself forget why you're mad at him, giving your mind a break from the constant tension around him.
Everything quiets down, you instantly find yourself lost in the same gaze you had been trying long and hard to avoid. You feel hotâyou are sure Hanmaâs body feels like a furnace against your skin. However, like two flames flickering inches apart, you both burn with the same heat but never quite touch in a way that would have you melting like a candle.Â
Itâs a continuous tug of war inside your brain as you hold his gaze, your pulse quickening with each subconscious attempt at moving closer to himâeven by an inch. Technically, the two of you were now fuckbuddies, two friends who fuck when the other is free or one is feeling like it. There were no strings attached, no responsibilities, noâ
âYa hungry?â Hanmaâs voice is a few octaves deeper. You feel a chill run down your spine before making a poor attempt at shaking your head whilst heâs still holding your jaw.Â
You feel a pair of lips against yours, and you take it as a response to what you had told him.Â
Hanmaâs kisses are roughâhe pushes his entire body on top of yours as he kisses you, trapping you beneath him.Â
Youâre glad the cushions beneath you are soft, because the way he pins you down is anything but.
Dominating and playful, he moves his lips against yours in such a dizzying manner that you have to tap his shoulder to ask him for air. But even when he pulls away from your lips to allow you oxygen, his lips land on another patch of skinâyour cheek, your jaw, his teeth nibble at your earlobe and he can feel his cock throb when you buck up your hips.Â
âImpatient, arenât we?â
He presses his forehead against yours and you grow annoyed. Frustration washes over you as you realize you crave more of him, even though you know you shouldn't allow the man so close or invade your personal space. Yet, here you are, yielding beneath him. His kisses are like a wildfire in your veinsâonce it ignites, it spreads uncontrollably, and no matter how dangerous, you canât help but feed the flames.Â
And feed the flames, you do.
Hanma has never seen you so eager, so needyâsure heâs fucked you before, heâs nestled his cock so deep within the snug walls of your pussy but thisâ
This was different.Â
Youâre craving himâhis lips against yours like a lifeline. Not once has he seen your body move so desperately against his own whilst your clothes are still on. It makes the muscles of his face twitch.
Smirking, he grabs the back of your thigh and pushes it up to your chest before leaning downâface dangerously close to yours. He doesnât say anything, eyes scanning your expressionâthe twitch to your lips, the slight furrow to your eyebrows and the sigh that escapes through your nose from how needy you are. You throw your head back against the couch, nudging Hanmaâs butt with your free foot.Â
âYouâre staring.âÂ
âAm I?â His tone, his wordsâthey make the butterflies in your stomach erupt like wildfire. You can only afford to whine in response, clearly struggling to take his teasing. He is so dominantâ to the point where submitting to him was the only choice you had. As you lie beneath him, Hanma is like a cat playing with a string, effortlessly toying with your patience and leaving you both frustrated and horny.Â
Incredibly horny.Â
âShuji,â you reach your hands towards his face, holding it and brushing your thumbs against his cheeks. You brush your nose against his, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip so softlyâso gently that it makes him chuckle.Â
âYouâre gentle with it,â he breathes hotly against your lips, digging his fingers into your skin to show you how rough he likes it. Youâre about to push him off of you, straddle his lap and show him that you can be rough with it. It feels like a treat youâre craving, itâs attached to a string and Hanma keeps pulling it away from you every time youâre about to have itâ
A loud moan escapes your lips when heâs back on you so suddenly, not giving you enough time to breathe or ground yourself. Gripping his shoulders, Hanma enjoys the feeling of your nails digging into his skinâit ignites his body on fire and heightens his senses. The tall man grows more aware of your body temperature, of the vanilla body lotion you had freshly applied onto your skin or how you seem to be letting your nails grow longerâheâs locked in.Â
âOh doll,â he breathes out against your lips as he pulls away. Youâre about to moan in response, rile him up further until heâs snatching your clothes off your skin and dig his cock deep into your insidesâ
âFuck!â Hanma shoutsâno, he screams out of nowhere and is pushing his body off of you. âWhat the fuck?!â
âWhatâwhat?! Whatâs wrong?â youâre confused, a little startled as you push yourself up with your elbows.Â
âMotherfuckerââ you hear hissing from the end of the couch, and you look behind Hanma to find your cat sinking his claws into his back. âLet go of me!â
âCalm down!â you try to separate the two, get your cat off the couch and Hanma to stop reaching for the back of his blouse.
âHow the fuck am I supposed to calm down when this little fuckerâI will fuckingââ
âI said calm down.â you repeat sternly. Your hands reach for your catâs paws, although he hisses at you, you still understand that itâs a normal reaction for him. Standing up, you grab your fur companion who tries to wriggle out of your hold and he comes face to face with a furious Hanma.Â
Your cat hisses again.
âThe fuck is his problem?â
âHeâs not used to strangers,â you caress your petâs head, sensing that heâs on high alert. âLet alone men.âÂ
âYour cat hates men?âÂ
Your face twists. âMy cat isnât a misandrist.â You roll your eyes at him. âHe just⊠doesnât appreciate men.âÂ
âFancy fucking wordââÂ
âAnyway, Iâm taking him to his room.â
âThis fucker has a room?â
âTechnically itâs my office.âÂ
Hanma watches as you walk away with the fur companion who meows very loudly, making his dislike towards the man very clear. He hears you try to shush the pet, promise it good food and treats as long as he behaves and if Hanma didnât know any better, he would think you were crazy.
Maybe you were. He would never show that much patience towards an animal.Â
But now he is able to process what has happened. Assessing the situation, the realization that he got cockblocked by a damn cat hits him like a truck and he sits there, dumbfounded and half offended.Â
Cockblocked by a fucking cat.Â
You walk back into the living room, looking a bit embarrassed and Hanma takes it that you had come to the same conclusion as him. You stand next to the couch, awkward and stiff and your hands are fiddling with the fabric of your shorts before you open your mouth.
âI-â
âDonât even.âÂ
Hearing his bored tone, you deflate and sigh before plopping next to him on the couch. You were now drier than the Sahara and he didnât seem interested in rearranging your insides as he was a few moments ago.Â
Well, you still have your food to finish.Â
âWant me to heat up your food again?âÂ
âMmm, sure.âÂ
â
Hanma plans to leave as soon as heâs done eating. Itâs almost hilarious the way he grabs his jacket the moment he slurps the final noodle into his mouth and you donât have it in you to ask him where heâs going.Â
After all, it wasnât part of your agreement. Despite the fact that you didnât even fuck properly tonight, you still knew that his business wasnât yours to know and his presence was always going to be temporary.Â
âThe elevatorâs working by the way,â you are throwing the cups of Ramen in the trash when you suddenly speak up and Hanma has to pause his movements.Â
âThey fixed it?â
âAfter paying a huge sum of money, yeah they did.â
âThatâs good.â
âMmmhm.â Cold and distant, this is how you want to present yourself to the same man who has no problem taking your heart in his hands and shattering it into small pieces.Â
âNext time I come over, I hope that fucker doesnât dig his nails into my ass next.â Next time.
âIâll make sure we fuck on my bed then.â You say playfully, bringing the glass of water to your lips and Hanma watches as you maintain eye contact the whole time.Â
âOh yeah? Already planning the next time we gonna fuck?â
You shrug your shoulders. âYou were good. Iâd be a fool if I said I didnât want it again.â
Hanma chuckles, offering his signature smirk with a tilt to his head. âGood? Not great, or fucking amazing?â
âGood.â You put emphasis on the word, but the tall man notices how you avoid his eyes and itâs an indirect confession.Â
âSounds like you want me to change your mind.â Squeezing your thighs at the sound of his deep voice, you almost moan in relief when you see him start to take off his jacket.
Fucking finally.Â
âMaybe I do.â
â
The November cold was unbearable. The man shivers inside his own car and his hand reaches towards the heater to turn it on. He doesnât understand why he is here, it was too late for him to be parked under a residential building and he sure hopes he doesnât look suspicious with the way he keeps checking for the door.Â
âCome on, come onâŠâÂ
Almost on cue, the door opens and a tall figure walks out. Hair messed up, clothes half adjusted and a cigarette hanging off his lips. It was none other than Hanma Shuji. The man watches as the criminal checks his phone for a good ten seconds before blowing out smoke, his chest stutters a bit as he scoffs and he shoves the device into his pocket before walking towards his car.Â
Hanma doesnât seem to notice the unknown car and the mysterious man is grateful for that. He wants to avoid problems.Â
However, how was he going to explain his sudden visit at 11:30PM?Â
He shouldnâtâŠor perhaps he should.Â
When you open the door, your eyes are heavy with sleep and the man canât help but stare at the love bites littering your neck.Â
âHey, missed me?â
Your eyes widen and you instinctively open the door wider.Â
âChifuyu.â
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Goldfinger - (k.yh)
âș Pairing:Â Agent 007! reader x Younghoon
âș Summary: You left the force years ago for a good reason. But itâs that same reason why youâre back on the mission, trying to catch him once and for all⊠Goldfinger.
âș Word Count:Â 3.6k
âș Warnings:Â Smut (18+, minors DNI), fem!reader, unprotected sex, choking, hate sex (if you squint), cowgirl, missionary, overstimulation, handjob, oral (m! receiving), creampies, face slapping, guns, drugs, and alcohol are mentioned, being tied up, dry humping, teasing, pet names used (baby and sweetheart), let me know if I missed anything!
âș A/N: Very loosely based on the movie. This spy fic is not related to the other Younghoon spy fic I did! This is my entry for The 007 files by the lovely @winterchimez. Proofread once, hope you enjoy! Side note: the song from this movie is my fave so itâs linked up at the end of the fic if you wanna listen!
âș Network & Tag: @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers
You stare at the vesper martini in your hand as you slowly swirl it around, watching the liquid move inside the glass. You were sitting by the bar of this incredible mansion. You have never been to a party like this before.
Everyone was dressed to the nines in this lavish event. Everything from the Hors D'oeuvres to the entertainment screamed luxury, it was like you were invited to a party from The Great Gatsby. As you sip from your glass, you reflect back to why youâre even here to begin withâŠ
Goldfinger.
He was your toughest case that suddenly went cold a couple of years back. To be honest, you were incredibly reluctant to take on this case again, having quit the force around the same time the case went dry and after that incident in Monaco when you nearly died because of trying to catch Goldfinger.
You almost had him that time, almost finally being able to place a face to the name since no one knew what Goldfinger looked like (and he planned on keeping it that way). Out of all the cases youâve done, he was the one that kept you on your feet, kept your heart running a mile a minute, he somewhat made you feel alive again every time you were close to catching him.
But after the incident you vowed to never go back on the force and start a new life. And thatâs what you did. Changed your name, moved to a new location, left everyone you knew in order to truly wipe out that chapter in your life. But sometimes you would catch yourself reminiscing those times, especially the Goldfinger case.
He was different from the other villains, thatâs what made him interesting. You knew in your heart Goldfinger was more than just a man loaded with money. He was smart, cunning, and very strategic. In some weird and funny way when you think about it, he kind of reminds you of your own boyfriend Younghoon.
How he always kept the excitement in your relationship since the day you met, how he was the first man in your life that matched your intellect like no one had ever done before, and not to mention how much he would spoil you in many ways that he could.
He was truly one of the greatest things to happen in your life ever since you quit the force. You saw a future with him, a quiet and peaceful life, raising your own and spending your days with each other forever. It was like you were made for each other.
But there was one problem⊠You never revealed to him that you were once an agent.
So when your boss suddenly called you up while you were watching a movie with Younghoon, you panicked.
âWhoâs that baby?â He looks over at your phone, a name he did not recognize.
âOh! Thatâs Jacob, old friend of mine from when I took my masters.â You quickly respond. âLet me just take this call real quick okay?â You kiss his cheek before getting up.
âOkay, but make it quick. I miss you already.â Younghoon pouts before turning his attention back to the tv.
You slowly close the door of your shared bedroom and instantly swipe open your phone. At first, you were mad at Jacob for calling you after specifically telling him to leave you alone for good. But when he started telling you why he called and mentioned the name Goldfinger, you felt a sudden surge of adrenaline pumping within your veins.
âWe have a really good lead and weâre sure to catch him this time around. Itâs not like what happened in Monaco I can assure you.â Jacob says.
âIt sounds really temptingâŠâ You answer, trying to keep a hush tone so your boyfriend doesnât hear you. âBut I donât knowâŠâ
âJust one last time 007, please? For old timeâs sake?â You hear the slight desperation in Jacobâs tone.
You pause for a moment, suddenly remembering all the bad memories attached to Goldfinger. But there was little voice within you was screaming to take on the job. Not only that, but you had a sudden vision of meeting Goldfinger face to face and finally ending his mischief once and for all.
âOkay, Iâll do it.â You sigh heavily.
As you reviewed the case file in your study, you couldn't help but feel off about everything. Was it really a good idea to take this case again? The case that nearly caused your death? Was it to finally close that chapter or was it just for you to relive your glory days as an agent? You shook your head, not wanting to overthink the situation and just jumped right in with what you needed to know and what you were assigned to do.
According to the case file, Goldfinger had been M.I.A the same time you had retired from the force. No one knew where he was or what he was up to until there was sudden activity popping up from the credit card you had tracked years ago.
While the items that were purchased under the credit card weren't out of the ordinary, there was one pattern that stood out to you. The items he had bought seemed to be around the area where you had lived. When you took note of the dates of purchase, you realized they were at a time when you were out with Younghoon too.
Your eyes widened. Had Goldfinger been around you all this time? So close yet so far away? Was he one of the people you sat beside in the train or passed by in your local coffee shop? Whatever it was, it felt like he was mocking you. How he still seems to be right under your nose even after all these years as well as the idea of Younghoon possibly getting into danger bothered you a lot.
It shouldâve frightened you, how your past seemed to cling onto you no matter what you did, but instead made you want to catch him even more.
The motivation you once felt being on this case was alive and kicking. As with every case you got into, you knew you would have to face whatever consequences there will be.
Even if it meant leaving the love of your life behind.
âDo you really have to go?â Younghoonâs raspy voice whispered in your ear as he kissed the spot under your earlobe. His body collapsing on top of you after you two come down from your highs after an intense night of lovemaking.
âItâs a reunion with my friends from masterâs school. Canât pass it up otherwise it will take years for us to see each other again.â You breathe out heavily. Your core throbs slightly as you feel him pull out and his cum slowly spilling out of you.
âDoes it really have to be so far away?â He pouts as he helps you get cleaned up with a warm hand towel.
âParis is not THAT far.â You chuckle, sitting up to grab the water he held in his hand.
âWhy donât you take me with you? Please?â He looks at you with doe eyes. How could say no to a face like that?
âIt will be quick, I promise Hoon.â You cup his face and his forehead tenderly.
âOkay.â He smiles, before reaching for your waist and swiftly pulling you on top of him. His mischievous smile already telling you what he wants as you feel his member become hard beneath you again.
âThen letâs make the most of this night baby.â
âAgent!â You snap back into reality as you hear Jacob shouting in your earpiece.
âWha-yeah whatâs up?â You ask.
âHeâs hereâŠâ Your heart starts racing at those two words.
Goldfinger, finally in the same vicinity as you are. Just a few feet away from you somewhere in this mansion.
âWhich one is he?â You sit up properly and adjust your dress, checking if the gun strapped to your thigh is still in place.
âThe tall man by the buffet table, talking to the ambassador of Norway. Heâs wearing a gold masquerade mask.â
âOn it.â
You down your martini before hopping off the bar stool and placing your own mask back on. You walk around the party while you keep you eye on Goldfingerâs figure, making sure you keep a good distance from him. As soon as he walks up the grand stairs and disappears into one of the rooms in the mansion, you make your way in the crowd and follow him.
As you stealthily walk towards the room he entered, you notice the door was left slightly open, allowing you to peek inside and see what was going on. You could see the back of Goldfinger facing you as he opened and a bottle of whiskey a poured a glass for himself.
There he is, you thought to yourself. You were slightly in awe seeing his figure and surprised to find out that he was not the old fat man you thought he might be. In fact, he appeared to be around your age.
While you were lost in thought, you failed to notice a henchman coming up from behind you and smothers you with a handkerchief, instantly knocking you out with whatever drug was laced on the fabric.
You slowly wake up to the sound of classical music being played while hearing the muffled sounds of the people outside the room. As you come back to your senses, you realize you were placed lying down on the king sized bed in the suite.
At first you thought it was all a dream, until you feel your hands tied behind your back and your earpiece missing. You suddenly squirm, trying to let yourself free from the restraint until-
âStruggling will only make it worse 007.â
The deep voice making you turn your attention to the living room across. The same figure you had caught a glimpse of, drinking from his whiskey glass before getting up to saunter towards you. The aura around him was so intense you couldnât help but just freeze and stare at Goldfinger.
As soon as he got to the foot of the bed, he gently pulls your legs towards him, making you sit at the edge while he slowly kneels in front of you.
âI must say, I didnât expect my 007 to be woman. A pretty one at that.â Goldfinger says with a sultry tone. You know you shouldnât have reacted that way, but when he said âmyâ you felt your cheeks become warm. And the way he said you were pretty even if you still had your mask on made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
Keep it together agent!
âAt last, we finally meet face to face after all these years.â He caresses your knees as he looks up at you.
Never in your wildest dreams did you think of your first real interaction with Goldfinger would end up like this. And it doesnât help at the fact the more you try to see his face under the mask, you could tell that he was definitely a handsome man.
But there was definitely something about him that seemed oddly familiar, you just couldnât name itâŠ
âBet you missed me too didnât you?â You tease back. âItâs been a couple of years.â
âOh yes I have, sweetheart.â He smirks. âThought about you sometimes while I was on a⊠break.â
His hands slowly caress your thighs, goosebumps forming on your skin when you feel his hand on the exposed area of your dress. You try to hide the little gasp that comes out of your mouth but fail miserably. His smile grows wider knowing the effect he has on you.
You were so caught up staring into his eyes that you didn't even notice him getting up quick and toppling over you. His body hovers above yours as his hand places your tied wrists above your head.
âIs that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me Mr. Goldfinger?â You tease him again. He lowers his head and whispers in your ear.
âWhy donât you take a guess?â His hand instantly pulls out his golden pistol and points it under your jaw. You try to free yourself as much as you can but the weight of his body holds you in place, making you suddenly scared for your life once again.
âLet me see your face 007. I want to see the face of my favorite agent before she turns into gold.â
He pulls away from you and removes the mask from your face. Not even a second at looking at your face, Goldfinger suddenly gasps and drops the gun. It looked like he saw a ghost by the way his eyes widened.
âFuck this canât be real.â He panics.
âWhat do you mea-â
Before you could even ask, he removes his own mask, finally revealing to you his own face. You both stare at each other wide eyed, hearts pumping loudly at the shocking revelation happening before you.
ââŠY-younghoon?â you stutter. âIs that you?â
âBaby, what the fuck are you doing here?! I thought you were with your friends.â
âAnd I thought you were back home! Oh my god-â You cover your face with your tied wrists, trying to wipe the tears forming in your eyes.
Suddenly you remember all the little things that made you feel like Younghoon was similar to Goldfinger. It was like it all flashed before you. Here you thought you were the only one keeping secrets, but it looks like your boyfriend was keeping some skeletons in the closet as well.
Younghoon runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to regain his composure, still trying to grasp at the fact the love of his life happens to be the very person out to kill him.
âWhat are we going to do now?â He looks at you with sadness in his eyes.
Instead of answering him, you sit up and lunge forward, making you both fall off the bed as you topple over his body this time. He struggles to get the gun near his hand, but youâre able to swat it out before he does.
You hold his neck with your hands still tied together, slowly adding pressure to his throat as he tries to pull your arms away. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You would never hurt Younghoon, not in a million years. You never told him about your life in the force to avoid anything bad happening to him. But here you were, trying to kill him.
You felt so confused on what to do. But at the back of your mind, you knew you had to get the job done. To finally put him behind bars once and for all, even if your heart would be broken in the process.
As you attempt to place more pressure on his throat, your eyes grow wide as he suddenly groans out of impulse. His cock slowly becoming erect beneath you in the position youâre both in, his bulge pressing on your panty covered core.
âDonât do that HoonâŠâ You whine as you try to take control of the situation.
âI canât help it! You look absolutely gorgeous in this dress baby.â His eyes look you up and down, making you get a bit shy.
âAnd the way you want to kill me right now? Holy shit itâs fucking turning me on.â Younghoon groans again, his member throbbing beneath you as he soaks up the sight in front of him.
âPlease donât make this harder than it already is.â You say.
âBut donât you like it hard?â He smirks, but you instantly slap his face with the back of your hand, trying to get him to shut up but you know itâs not working because you feel him throbbing under you again.
âWell, before you take me in agent, can I at least request for one last thing?â He proposes.
âAnd what would that be Mr. Goldfinger?â You raise one eyebrow.
âWant you to use me-â He said bluntly.
âIâm sorry?â Your eyebrows scrunch together.
âYou clearly have a lot of anger you want to let out, why not use it on me instead? One last taste of you before you send me off to the sharks.â
You felt so conflicted. You needed to stop Younghoon right now before he disappears again (or worse, even kill you) but at the same time you are just as turned on as he isâŠ.
âFuck it.â You lunged forward and hungrily kiss him on the lips. He instantly grabs your hips and makes them roll back and forth, moaning at the way he can feel your wet core rubbing against his crotch.
You continue to roll your hips as Younghoon grabs your wrists and unties the rope holding them together. As soon as youâre set free your hands start to slip to his belt, hastily unbuckling them as you slide your hand in his pants, eager to fist his length like youâve never done before.
Younghoonâs moans grow louder as you pump his cock in your hand, your tongue snaking its way into his mouth. His hands cup your breasts, kneading them as you both touch each other like a pair of twenty-year olds in college. You both help each other up from the floor and onto the bed, removing each otherâs clothes as you continue your ministrations.
You waste no time going down on him, leaving a trail of hot kisses from his jaw until his abdomen before licking a stripe on his cock and taking the whole size in your mouth. Younghoon held your hair as you worked your mouth on him, the sounds of slurping and the way the tip would hit the back of your throat made his eyes roll back in pleasure.
You release him with a pop, giving his length a few pumps before straddling his lap and sinking down on his cock without any warning. You both moan at the stretch, but you start rolling your hips not waiting to adjust to his size.
âBaby, slow down for a moment-â He tries to grab your hips but instead you grab his wrists and pin them down against the mattress.
âNot after everything you put me through and lied about it!â You grind on his cock as hard as you can, using all the energy you have to chase your own high. Usually between the two of you, youâre the one that easily breaks. But this time around, it was Younghoon who breaks first .
âHow was I supposed to know?! Fuck I think Iâm gonna-â Younghoon doesnât even have time to warn you because heâs already bursting inside you, the hardest he has ever done in his life. But you didnât care, you were gonna ride him until he started to shake and cry under you.
âSweetheart wait-â Younghoon starts to bite down on his bottom lip, trying not to let the feeling of his overstimulated cock affect him. But eventually he couldnât hold it out much longer as you kept on aggressively riding his member.
Tears were falling down his eyes, he had never felt this during sex before, but seeing you angrily fuck the life out of him turned him on so much he ended up cumming inside you again as you finally reached your high.
You collapsed on top of him, panting against his neck as his cock continues to throb inside you. He was about to kiss your temple like he always did, but you suddenly pulled away from him and sat at the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you still try to grasp everything that happened.
But before you could even turn around to face him, Younghoon smothers you with a handkerchief making you fall asleep from the drug once again.
The moment youâre knocked out cold, Younghoon gets up to grab his clothes, dressing himself up before placing your clothes back on too. He adjusts the way youâre lying down on his bed, making sure youâre all comfortable before tracing his finger on your jaw. Looking at your face one last time and placing a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.
You wake up in your hotel room in a panic, feeling like everything that had happened was a dream. You hold your head in your hand as you feel it aching. You look around to the room and see a tray of your favorite food on a table alongside the pain medication you needed to drink.
You felt so out of it. Maybe it was a dream after all, you told yourself. As you walk over to tray and sit down, you spot a letter beside the drink. You hold it up to see what it was, but your eyes widen at the familiar gold initials at the front of the envelope.
You hastily rip out the paper to look inside the contents of the letter, slouching your back onto the chair. Your heart starts to ache from the many emotions flooding through you, especially with the words written down,
Until we meet again. -Younghoon
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