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Chapter Two: Summer House Love

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A/N: (Weâre getting into the actual present-day summer! AHH! Quick notes: YM/N stands for Your Momâs Name. I didnât feel like making up a mom name, but I did give a brother name. Y/nn stands for Your Nickname.) comment to be in tag list!!
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Y/N
CHRIS
Y/MN
JOSH
MATT
NICK
MARYLOU
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We pulled into the driveway. I was practically jumping out of my seat. Nothing could ever compare to this feelingâthe way the birds chirped like they were singing a song, the cool breeze against my skin while the air stayed warm, the sun kissing me, soaking into my skin and turning me even darker than I already was.
I walked up the driveway to the porch. The familiar creak welcomed me home. I stepped inside and kicked off my sandals so I could feel the wooden boards of our beloved beach house in Massachusetts beneath my bare feet. My heart filled with a sense of peace only this place could bring.
Every window was wide open, letting the salty breeze kiss my cheeks. I placed my bags down and immediately screamed into what felt like an empty house.
âGUESS WHOâS HOMEEE!!!â
âOh my gosh!!! Y/N!!!â
The wavy-haired boy pulled me into a tight hug. Chrisâs hugs felt more like home than the beach house ever could. He made it feel like homeâoh, and his brothers too. Of course. He lifted me off the ground slightly, but immediately set me down when he saw my mom walk through the door.
âOh my gosh! Aunt YM/N!â
My momâs eyes lit up at the sight of her favorite triplet.
âChris! Thereâs my favorite boy!â
âWow, Mom. Iâm standing right here,â your brother Joshua joked. We all knew he was actually a little pissed.
âOh stop, you know what I mean. Where is everyone else?â
âMatt and Nick went grocery shopping for my mom, andââ Chris was cut off by the sound of slippers plopping down the stairs.
âI hear my favorite people! Ahh! YM/N, Y/N, and Joshua!â Marylou shrieked and immediately ran to hug my mom. They started laughing, the kind of laugh you could hear for miles.
Joshua and Chris dapped each other up and hugged. Chris made his way back to me as Joshua went to put his things away.
âYou look different��in a good way! Like, the braces are gone. You look⌠really nice.â
âThanks, Chris. I would say the same butââ I made a fake concerned face to mess with him.
âOh wow⌠I see how it is. Come to our room. I want to show you what I changed!â
We ran up the stairs. He grabbed my hand and giggled as I tripped on the steps.
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âSo, how long do we think until these two make a move on each other?â
The moms always knew we had a thing. Iâd tell my mom that Chris looked cute, and I guess he did the same with his.
âMarylou, I think this will be the summer. I have a gut feeling.â
âWell, letâs see!â
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I sat on Chrisâs new bean bag in the boysâ room. It had two sets of bunk beds but was more of a hangout spot now. Nick and Matt had moved into a shared room with a king bed and a pull-out. The house came with two master bedrooms and four kidsâ rooms.
Originally, it was my room, the boysâ room, and two guest rooms. Last year, we switched it upâmy room, the original boysâ room, the tripletsâ room, and Joshuaâs room.
Matt and Joshua were close and usually shared. I was closest to Chris. Nick had his friend Madi over a lot, and Iâd hang with them sometimes, but nothing compared to my friendship with Chris.
The triplets hated sharing a bedâit always ended in a fight over the pull-out, kicking, and stupid arguments. Chris usually ended up in my room. Heâd barge in without knocking, but I got used to it.
As Chris filled me in on everything I missed, the door swung open. It was Nick, Matt, and Joshua.
âHEY HEYYYYY!â
Nick wrapped me in a big hug, Matt followed. Nick held up a case of Dr Pepperâmy favorite.
Chris and I sat on the bean bags while Matt and Josh sat on the bottom bunk. Nick sprawled out on the top bunk, ranting about how happy he was to be here.
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A few hours passed. Matt and Josh left to get food at the local shops, leaving just me, Nick, and Chris.
âI wanna swim already! Letâs go!â
âIâm out. Just washed my hair,â Nick replied sassily without looking up from his phone.
âOh come onnn! You can wash it again! Chris?â
âOh, you already know. Race you there!â
He sprinted to grab his swim trunks and ran outside.
âWHAT?! Thatâs not fairâmy roomâs farther and my suit is way harder to put on!!â
I slid down the hall to my room, grabbed a random pink bathing suit, and threw it on.
âCanât hear youuu.â
I ran to the backyard, already knowing I lost. Chris was in the pool, hair wet. I cannonballed in, feeling instantly refreshed.
We swam laps while Chris chased me. Laughter echoed through the warm air as we splashed around, the sun casting rippling patterns on the water and our skin. We dared each other, did underwater tricks, and in those moments, the world faded away.
Feels by Pharrell Williams blasted through the JBL speaker. It was the perfect song.
Two hours passed. The sun was beginning to set when the rest of the boys came out.
âYouâre still out here?â
âYeah?â
âWe were going to sit in the hot tub before the bonââ Josh elbowed Matt.
âYo shut up. I donât want Y/N coming, sheâs just going to bother us,â Josh whispered.
âWe were just going to sit in the hot tub. Wanna join?â
I looked at Chris. Iâd only go if he did.
âWanna go?â
âSure. Iâm getting cold.â
I dipped my toe in first, testing the temperatureâuntil two arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me in. Big splash.
âChris!!â I laughed, pretending to be mad.
âDude, what the hell. I wasnât getting my hair wet.â
We chatted for a few minutes until Josh stood up.
âAlright, I think we should get going.â
âWhere are you guys going?â Chris asked.
I sat quietly. I was still treated like a baby. I knew I wasnât invited.
âYou guys can talk around me, you know. I donât care if you go without me.â
âNo! You have to come! Bonfire tonight, right? First night tradition?â
âYeah⌠thatâs what we were going to do.â
âIâm gonna get ready. Meet me at the car at 7,â Matt said, walking off with Josh.
Nick had gone inside earlier to get ready. That left me and Chris. Againâjust us. Just how I liked it.
âIâm sorry, Y/nn.â
ââBout what?â
I played dumb. I didnât want him to know I was upset.
âThat they never invite you. I always tell them to include youâeven when we were kids.â
âReally?â I looked at him with a glimmer in my eye.
âYeah. Youâre coming tonight whether you like it or not.â
âOkay, fine.â
âYou have to wear a pretty dress.â
âChris, no!â
âYes.â
âHow would I even go? They donât want me there.â
âIâll get you there. Donât worry.â
He gave me that lookâthe look that made me fall for him. The tilted head, the strand of hair falling into his eyes.
âAlright. Letâs go get ready for dinner.â He held my hand and helped me out of the hot tub.
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Thirty minutes later, we gathered at the dinner table. It was mostly small talk. Marylou and YM/N shared their summer plans.
âOh yeah, we didnât formally tell you guysâJosh and I got jobs at the country club,â.
âWhat? You guys are working this summer?â
âYeah, I need money. College is draining me.â
âThatâs so boring.â
âYou know what that meansâmore time for the dynamic duo!â Chris cheered, making me smile. I was really looking forward to more time with him.
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At 7:00 PM, the boys waited at the car. I put on a light blue dressâthin straps, mid-thigh, pretty tight. Chris and I had a plan. After the boys left, we took one of the momsâ cars and drove to the opposite side of the beach.
We told the moms we were grabbing surfboards before the shop closed. it was a good lie. We laughed in the car, music blasting from our shared playlist.
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The flames crackled softly, casting a glow across our faces as the night wrapped around us. I sat close to Chris, our knees nearly touching.
The ocean whispered in the distance. The only sound was the pop of burning wood until Chris leaned back and said, âThis is the kind of night weâll remember forever.â
I smiled. He was right.
Until we ran into Nick, Matt, and Josh.
Fuck.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here? Are you drinking? How did you get here?â
âWould you stop? Iâm not a baby!â
âJosh, I love you, but chill. She came with me, and we werenât drinking.â
âYeah, you better not have been drinking. Or kissing any guys.â
âOh trust me, Iâd be taking care of thatâŚâ
âEw. Stop. Justâugh. Just go.â
âYeah, we were just going to.â
Chris grabbed my hand and led me to the car.
âGod, theyâre so rude. Iâm sorry, Y/nn.â
âItâs fine. Iâm used to it,â I said with a soft chuckle.
âNo, Y/N. Itâs not. Isnât that annoying?â He looked at me seriously. âYouâre not a baby anymore. I got you. This summer, I promiseâI got you. Especially with Josh working.â
âThank you. I loâ I uh, really appreciate it.â
âI got you, babe.â
Chris always called me babe. Never in a romantic wayâbut this time, it felt different.
I leaned my head on his shoulder as he pulled me in tighter. I was looking forward to this summer.
Looking forward to sparks with Chris.
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corruption 001. đŻđ rÖśÖ˘Ö¸ cameron
rafe cameron x shy!reader
đđ Summary : rafe finds sarah's best friend sitting in her room after she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, topper, and offers to keep her busy while teaching her something new.
đđ words : 2.5k
đđ c!w : weed, smoking, drvgs, suggestive.
part 2. part 3.



by the time sarah had re-entered her own bedroom, you were laying on your back across her bed, twisting your hair above your face, absentmindedly playing with the strands.
"i have a favour to ask." upon hearing your best friend's voice, you turned so you were laying on your stomach.
you liked having sleepover's with sarah but sometimes, she wasn't all that reliable. "m'kay." though you already had an idea what following words would pass her lips.
"i just got off the phone with topper and he wants me to go meet him." she settled herself against her drawers. "but my dad'll kill me if i stay out past curfew. think you could cover for me?"
you batted your lids at the girl, frowning for various reasons. you'd brought all your stuff so you and sarah could hang out, you were getting a little tired of her using you as an excuse to see her boyfriend and you were downright petrified of ward cameron. there was something awfully frightening about your friends' parents.
but you didn't like to be troublesome. so a small "okay." passed your lips with a thin smile.
it took sarah less than twenty minutes to get ready and before you knew it, you were waving goodbye as she snuck out the window.
she left the tv on so you could watch one of your shows but you were much more inclined to reading the book in your bag. at this point, you'd grown accustomed to sarah leaving you during the middle of your sleepover's, you had to come prepared.
the reason she invited you over and snuck out was because she knew ward wouldn't dare go near her room when she had a friend over. none of her family did.
well, none aside from one.
"sarah!" you heard a familiar voice from behind the door followed by a bang against it that rafe cameron would later excuse as a 'knock'. "listen, i know you took my fuckin' charger, so give it baâoh."
rafe was sarah's older brother, you'd seen him around plenty of times and he'd surely seen you. at this point, you practically lived in the house. many times you'd sat across from him at the dinner table or sat on the beach chairs with sarah while he was in the pool. though you didn't often speak to him.
perhaps that was your fault more than it was his, though.
"you're here." he stated, glancing around the room for the white charger he was missing.
rafe often initiated conversation with you but it was only in your shy nature to nod after he said something and use less than two words to communicate before scurrying down the hall after sarah.
this time, she wasn't here to be your human shield.
"uhm, yeah." you sort of just squirmed, hoping he didn't ask about why you were in here alone.
but you didn't often get what you hoped for. "where's sarah?" snatching up the charger. upon his question, you blinked at him, a stretch of panic flashed across your face. you didn't even need to say anything, your look gave it all away. "snuck out with topper, huh?"
your top lip snuck your bottom teeth in. "please don't tell." you weren't used to being so confined with rafe. sure, you'd been in a hallway with him before but come to think of it, you weren't sure you'd ever been in a small room like sarah's, alone, with the door shut.
"wasn't going to." he counters. his eyes pass over the room, raking down to you. you were sitting on the bed with a little book in your hands, pink bookmark sticking out from the page you left it on. "you don't need to be sittin' pretty in here all alone, though." he approached the door before turning to face you. "you comin'?"
it was as if he'd expected you to follow. you hastily stood, pink blush across your cheeks. "where are we going?"
he shrugged. "my room." as if it'd been obvious.
a nervous pit swirled in your stomach. you hadn't spent enough alone time with rafe to be invited into his bedroom. sarah was the one out of the two of you who talked to many guys. you kind of just stood idly by, a nervous look on your face as you bit your bottom lip and angled your head to look at the ground. you supposed rafe wasn't so bad, though.
after all, you practically grew up with the boy.
but that didn't make it any easier.
"so, uh, how's school?" he sniffed, inviting you into the room before shutting the door closed.
you'd been around sarah and her friends long enough to know that the smell swirling the room was weed. something you'd never so much as touched. the room also had a smell of some expensive cologne, the same one you often detected from rafe.
"it's okay." you offered, standing idly near his dresser, hands messing with the hem of your shirt. "what about you?"
a soft sort of smirk fell across his face. "i'm not in school anymore." he reminded you before taking a seat on the bed, taking something out from the beside table's drawer.
"i knew that, sorry." you felt your face flush. you hated this, always making yourself look silly when you spoke to rafe. it was why you avoided him in the first place. you wanted nothing more than to run out of the room to where you came from. but sarah was gone, meaning you had nobody to use as an excuse or a getaway.
you'd merely have to endure.
he didn't say anything, only offering a humorous huff from his lips.
"you mind?" your eyes trailed down to what was in his hands, the source of the smell you'd detected earlier. "asked you a question, sweetheart."
"oh, uhm." your eyes snapped up to meet his, head feeling floaty at the name. "i don't mind if you smoke. it's you're room."
again, he offered no response but continued to take out his pieces. he was currently in search of a lighter. "what are you standin' all the way over there for? sit down. i don't bite." but there was a quirk to his lips when he said it that made you think he did bite.
"sorry." you mumbled before shuffling to the bed to sit on the furthest edge you could.
you didn't miss the way rafe rolled his eyes. he looked back at you, studying your features. "split one with me?" he was testing the waters. he knew you enough to gauge assumptions about you. asking him? you didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't have sex. you were the type of girl who stayed in your friends bedroom reading a book while they snuck out to meet their boyfriend.
he wanted to see if you'd give in.
your eyes were watching his hands, the way he rolled paper between his fingers. "uhm, 've never smoked."
ding ding ding.
he cocked his head. "want to try?" he could see immediate panic flash across your features. in a way, it was exactly what he wanted. he wanted to soothe you into this, not for you to instantly kneel at his every command. he knew you weren't easy. "c'mon, baby, 's just me. promise i won't let anything happen to you."
"i don't know." you shook your head slightly.
you were no stranger to the names he used on you. he often spoke them in a soft yet playful voice, especially around sarah. you just thought he liked seeing his sister get angry, tossing a pillow his way and telling him to stop treating you like one of his 'notches on his belt' but if he was only keen on making sarah angry, then why was he calling you such things while you were alone, sarah nowhere in sight?
"how long have you known me?" since you were very, very young. "one can't hurt. you trust me?" you slowly nodded, eyes still wavering to his hands. "so what'do you say?"
you knew you shouldn't. if your parents ever found out, they'd kill you with their bare hands and rafe would be next in their death note journal.
but there was something about the way he was looking at you that had your stomach folding in two.
besides, you never did like upsetting people.
if you didn't say yes, rafe would think that you didn't like him. he would be upset that you'd be so mean to refuse such a kind offer.
so nonetheless, a small squeak of an "okay." left your lips.
"atta girl. c'mere." he gestured down and you blinked at him confusedly. was he asking you to sit in his lap? you swallowed thickly. "c'mere." he repeated, this time between a soft chuckle. he reached out for you, helping you to sit flush against his lap.
instantly, you swore you had never been so red in your life.
your eyes were all wide and embarrassed, cheeks flaming red hot while you tucked your bottom lip under your top one again. a habit you supposed you'd die with. to say you were shocked to feel his hand against your face was an understatement. his thumb pulled at your lip from between your teeth, securing it away from harm. "don't do that." he mumbled. "you know how to take a pull?"
awkward and embarrassed were two words you swore were forgetting their meaning. this was above and beyond that. "you just... suck, right?" you squirmed in his lap at your own words.
"inhale, sweetheart." he moved the rolled blunt up to your lips. "open." you complied and he stuck it between the two, lifting the lighter to set the top to a low burn. "don't try to keep it in, 'kay?"
you nodded, inhaling the blunt and finding a strange sensation fill your mouth.
you'd never smoked a cigarette before, much less a blunt.
it was a weird feeling but you did what he said, you didn't try to keep it in. you moved the blunt from your lips with your fingers and didn't feel the need to couch heavily. you just blew the smokey air back out.
"good girl." the soft pads of his fingers trailed softly against your bare thighs below your sleep shorts. you felt your stomach do flips at the praise. "did so well. you sure you haven't done this before?"
you nodded with a slight giggle. "'m sure."
you watched as he lifted the blunt to his lips, taking a drag, then another. he didn't seem as phased as he did. "mm, don' know if i believe you on that one, princess."
"i haven't!" your hips gently reached up against his own. "swear." before simmering back down.
he lifted the blunt to your lips. this time, he didn't need to tell you to part your mouth, you just did it. "cross your heart 'n hope to die?"
he was staring at you so intently that you swore you'd never seen anyone's eyes so vividly, never been more interested in the squiggles of blue in someone's iris or the way his pupils slowly began expanding.
all you could offer was a slow nod as he watched you take another inhale of the blunt, eyes suddenly now steady on your lips, watching you stain the end of the paper pink with lipgloss.
a smirk fell on his lips as he leaned back onto the headboard. one minute, you were too shy to leave sarah's room, now you were sitting on his lap, smoking a blunt with him.
rafe merely had a way with women.
"so what, you feel like 'm corrupting you yet?" his steady smirk and sly hand trailing up your thigh.
a giggle passed your lips as you shook your head. "no."
he hummed. "plenty of time for that." you weren't too sure what he'd meant, though you hadn't actually asked him either.
it didn't take long for you to get high. rafe realised this within less than a few minutes. your pupils had turned wide, eyes gone glassy and suddenly you couldn't stop licking your already wet lips. you were staring at him, a little too much, not that he was complaining. he'd spent too long waiting for you to shyly meet his eye. with the weed in your system, you couldn't seem to look away.
"can i ask you something?" his voice was low, hardly a whisper as he spoke now, as if afraid he'd awake something and the room would turn to dust, the moment would fade from his memory and this moment would dissappear.
"uh-huh." you were busy looking at him, downright gawking. your eyes were shamelessly staring right at his lips.
he wasn't as buzzed as you. but to be honest, he'd been doing this a long time before you. "have you ever been kissed?"
it was his turn for his eyes to advert to your lips. all glossy and wet. for the thousandth time, your tongue peaked out, wetting them again before biting your bottom lip.
he couldn't get you to stop biting it, no matter how hard he tried.
he'd merely have to train you, when the time came.
"mm-mm." you shook your head at him. finally, your eyes broke from his lips and looked up at his eyes. he could see now, how truly buzzed you were. your eyes were all red and glassy, it was almost as if he could feel you floating. you tilted your head at him. "are you gonna kiss me?"
his hands ran up and down against your skin. "do you want me to?" a hesitant nod followed his question. "say please." pulling the blunt up to his lips for another drag. it was almost out now.
it was a mindless tease but he felt you squirm in his lap again. "please, rafe." voice but a whiney murmur.
he blew the smoke out from his lips and watched it fall into your own parted mouth.
your eyes fluttered shut and he didn't give you a chance to think, his lips replacing the smoke. his were hungry, your's were soft, inviting. and he took the invite as soon as it'd been handed to him. his hand ran up your back, shoving your body as close to his own as he could. he wanted the heat to envelope him, wanted your skin against his own. wanted so badly to rip off every piece of clothing that tainted you. wanted you to be his for the taking.
but the way you suddenly pulled back, those doey, bloodshot eyes and fearful voice murmuring the words, "you're not gonna tell sarah, are you?" told rafe exactly what he already knew.
he need to be patient with you. take his time unravelling you until there was nothing left.
he shook his head, fingers soft against your face, running across your cheek.
"don't worry, sweetheart, your dirty secret's safe with me."

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SEASON 4 PART 2 SPOILERS!!!!
Request: @motherlanaenthusiast âSo what if we do a Rafe x Maybank!reader where like maybe she was in morocco but she wasnât with JJ when he died cuz she was doing smthn else so like they all have to break the news and that happens and then when like after when theyâre back at Kildare Rafe like gets deja vu from s1&2 him because he sees reader going kinda crazyâ
Summary: Rafe is the only person to save Y/N from a downward spiral.
AN: I will NEVER forgive the writers for this lol I went on a tangent with this one
The sun was blistering and casting a golden hue over the winding alleyways in Morocco. Rafe Cameron and Y/N Maybank moved through the maze of alleyways, their steps quick and purposeful, yet filled with a tension that spoke of something much deeper than their immediate surroundings.
Y/N was JJ Maybankâs twin sister, a spitfire with a wild heart who had once been the center of Rafeâs secret world. The two had shared a tumultuous fling, a secret affair that had started four years ago under the cover of darkness and ended just as abruptly. It was a relationship neither had ever fully acknowledged. Rafe was a Kook, while Y/N, like her brother JJ, was a Pogue, tale as old as time.
The shop was quiet, the group off to Charleston to follow the next clue. Y/N stayed behind to wait for her brother after he had wandered off ârunning errands.â The bell above the door jingled, and the soft sound broke through the silence.
Y/N was leaning against the counter, staring at her phone screen, scrolling through all the unread text messages to her brother.
"How can I help you?" she asked absently, not looking up from her phone.
She looked up and her breath got caught in her throat, the smile on Rafe Cameron's face grating against the air. He stood at the entrance, hands tucked casually in his pockets, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, keeping her tone even, though the familiar tension in her chest began to build. Sheâd never been able to shake the feeling of unease around him. Not since everything went down with Pope, the fight that ended whatever it was they had.
"Can't I just stop by and visit my local surf and bait shop?" Rafe said, taking a step inside, his eyes glinting mischievously.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "You looking for Sarah?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "Actually, yeah. I'm looking for Sarah."
She shook her head, setting the phone down with a soft click. "She doesnât want to talk to you."
Rafe raised an eyebrow, the smirk still in place. "I think I can have a chat with my sister whenever I want."
"Not if she doesn't want to talk to you." Her words were firm, but there was a slight quiver in her voice that betrayed her more complicated feelings.
Rafeâs smirk didnât falter as he took a few more steps forward, closing the distance between them. He placed his elbows on the counter, leaning in closer, the sudden proximity catching her off guard.
"I'm sorry about the drama at the beach the other day," he said, his voice lowering in an almost sincere tone. "With Ruthie and the turtles."
She didnât respond right away, trying to keep her emotions in check. She could feel the weight of his words, but it didnât change anything. Rafe was sorryâsorry for the mess he had created, maybe, but never for the things that had truly mattered.
"Donât act like you care, Rafe," she replied, her voice steady despite the knot tightening in her stomach. "You only care about how things affect you. And I guess now Sofia."
He stared at her for a long moment, his gaze growing intense. The years of tension between them seemed to hang in the air, unresolved and unspoken. Then he said, his tone soft but firm, "We used to be so close, Y/N. What happened?"
She sucked in a breath, trying to push down the anger, the hurt, the past. "The drugs happened," she said slowly, her voice low. "Ward happened. Your anger happened."
His eyes darkened for a second, his jaw tightening. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it just as quickly. After a long, weighted silence, he took a half step back, his expression softening, just a little.
"Iâm on your side, you know," he said quietly, the words almost a whisper, as though they were too important to rush. "I always have been."
The words hung between them, charged and heavy with meaning. She didnât know what to say to that. She hadnât known what to say to Rafe since the day heâd walked away, leaving everything torn apart in his wake.
Before she could respond, Rafe straightened, brushing his hand across his forehead as if clearing his thoughts. He turned toward the door, his back to her now. "Iâll be seeing you around," he muttered over his shoulder, the door swinging open as he left without another word.
Now, as they weaved through the ancient Moroccan city, they were older, scarred by the years of treasure hunts, betrayals, and broken friendships.
âSomething doesnât feel right,â Y/N said, stopping suddenly, her dark eyes scanning the shadowed alleyways. She had always been the one with the sixth sense, the one who could feel trouble like a storm on the horizon.
Rafe turned to her, his brow furrowed. âWhat do you mean?â
But before she could answer, they heard Kiaraâs voice, shrill and desperate, cutting through the noise of the bustling market.
âY/N! John B! Pope!â
Y/Nâs heart seized in her chest, and without another word, she took off in the direction of Kiara's cries, Rafe hot on her heels. They rounded a corner and found Kiara kneeling on the cobblestones, her face pale and streaked with tears. And lying there, motionless, was JJ.
âNo, no, no,â Y/N whispered, her voice breaking as she fell to her knees beside her brother. Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch JJâs face, his skin already growing cold under her fingertips.
âJJ, please,â she begged, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face. âYou canât leave me. You promised.â She cried.
But there was no response, no flicker of life in those familiar blue eyes. It felt like the world had been ripped out from under her, like the ground had opened up to swallow her whole. Rafe stood behind her, his face pale, his fists clenched at his sides.
The group stood stunned, no one wanting to be the one to move. But they were in a busy, bustling city with a dead body. People would ask questions. âW-We have to get him out of here.â John B stammered. He moved to reach for Y/N, attempting to pry her off of her brotherâs body.
Y/N fought against him, muttering things like âIâm not leaving himâ or âhe canât be alone.â Rafe takes over for John B and has to use his strength to pull her up to her feet. He held her in his arms, close to his chest to avoid having to see her two best friends moving her brother.
At that moment, all he could really do was hold her.
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Months had passed since that horrible day in Morocco, but for Y/N, time had ceased to exist. She was back in Kildare, but it was as if she was still stuck in that dark alleyway, kneeling beside her brotherâs lifeless body.
Sarah Cameron was heavily pregnant, as she prepared for the birth of her first child with John B. It was supposed to be a time of joy and new beginnings, but the shadow of JJâs death loomed over them all.
Y/N had fallen into a downward spiral, her grief consuming her. She drank herself into oblivion every night, stumbling through the streets of Kildare like a ghost. She would disappear for days, only to be found passed out on the beach or in the hammock outside her house. The Pogues tried to help her, but she pushed them all away, lost in her own pain.
Sarah had told Rafe about Y/N, how she was drowning in guilt for not being there when JJ had died. The words had hit Rafe like a punch to the gut, reminding him of his own spiral years ago, before his father had dragged him into the hunt for the Royal Merchantâs gold.
He couldnât let that happen to Y/N. He wouldnât. He loved her even if he couldnât admit it.
So he found himself standing on the porch of the Maybank house, staring at the peeling paint on the front door. John Bâs van was parked out front, and Rafe assumed he was there trying to talk some sense into Y/N.
A part of him thought âoh John B is here, I can come back later.â But he couldnât walk away, not this time.Heâs walked away from her too many times.
He knocked, the sound echoing in the stillness of the early afternoon. John B opened the door, his face drawn and tired. âSarahâs not here.â He told Rafe. âIâm not here for Sarah. Iâm here for Y/N.â Rafe answered.
âSheâs not doing well, man,â John B said, his voice low. âWe donât know what else to do. I think... I think she feels guilty for not being with JJ when it happened.â
Rafe nodded, his jaw tightening. âLet me talk to her.â
John B hesitated but finally stepped aside, letting Rafe through. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that had always surrounded JJ.
Rafe walked down the hall to Y/Nâs bedroom, the same room he used to sneak into all those years ago. All of the memories came flooding back as he stopped in front of the door. Nights that ended tangled up in her sheets. Other nights where she just wanted to be held after a fight with her dad.
Rafe pushed the door open to find her cocooned under the comforter, a bottle of vodka sitting on her nightstand.
âJB, please go away,â she mumbled, her voice raw and hoarse. Rafe assumed from a mixture of alcohol and crying.
âNot John B,â Rafe said softly.
Y/N stiffened, slowly emerging from under the covers, moving to sit up against her headboard. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face pale and gaunt. She looked like a shadow of the girl he once knew.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
âIâm worried about you,â Rafe said, moving to sit on the edge of the mattress.
âApparently everyone is,â she muttered, her eyes flicking away from him.
There was a heavy silence, the kind that was filled with all the things they had left unsaid for so many years. Rafe took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.
âY/N... I know what itâs like to lose yourself,â he began, his voice steady. âI know what itâs like to drown. I was there once, you know that. Hell, Iâm still trying to crawl my way out.â
She looked at him, her eyes filling with tears. âHe was always afraid to be alone, and I left him alone,â she choked out. âI should have been there. I should have protected him.â
Rafeâs heart broke at the raw pain in her voice. âYou canât blame yourself for what happened, Y/N. JJ wouldnât want that.â
âHow would you know?â she snapped, her voice rising. âYou never cared about him. About me.â
The words were like a slap in the face, but Rafe took it, knowing she was lashing out from a place of deep hurt. âYouâre right,â he said quietly. âI didnât care about JJ, and I pushed everyone away. But I always cared about you. And I donât want to lose you to this, Y/N. I canât.â
âIâm not your responsibility, Rafe.â Y/N muttered. âNo but youâre the person I love.â Rafe replied. âYou canât say things like that.â She practically snapped. âWhy not? You used to beg me to tell you how I felt and I finally am. Iâm sorry it came so late and itâs happening because of this but Iâll be damned if another person I love gets hurt because I didnât do anything to stop it.â Rafe told her.
She stared at him, the anger draining from her eyes, leaving only exhaustion. âI donât know how to come back from this,â she whispered.
âLet me help you,â Rafe said, his voice breaking. âPlease. Let me be there for you. You donât have to do this alone.â
There was a long pause, and then, almost imperceptibly, she nodded. It was a small gesture, but it was enough.
âIâll try,â she said, her voice trembling. âIâll try to get better.â
âAnd Iâll be here,â Rafe promised, reaching out to take her hand. âThrough it all. Iâm not going anywhere.â
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A year had passed since that day in Morocco. The sun was shining over the Outer Banks, the salty breeze carrying the sound of laughter and the distant crash of waves. The Pogues had gathered for a special occasion, a day of celebration and new beginnings.
Sarah and John Bâs son, Jackson, was turning one today, and they were throwing a beach party in his honor. Y/N stood on the edge of the gathering, watching as Sarah bounced her son on her hip, his tiny hands reaching for the birthday cake.
Y/N was sober, clear-eyed, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe again. She had fought her way out of the darkness with Rafe by her side, and though the pain of losing her brother would never fully fade, she was learning to live with it.
Rafe approached her, a soft smile on his lips. âYou doing okay?â he asked, his voice gentle.
She nodded, turning to look at him. âYeah, I think I am.â
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. âIâm proud of you,â he whispered. âFor everything.â
She leaned into him, letting the warmth of his embrace chase away the lingering shadows. âThank you,â she said softly. âFor not giving up on me.â
Rafe smiled down at her before she moved up on her toes and kissed him sweetly. âI love you, Rafe.â She spoke quietly. âI love you too.â He replied.
They stood there together, watching as their friends celebrated a new chapter of their lives, a chapter filled with hope and healing.
For the first time in a long time, Y/N believed that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.
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Can you do a rafe imagine where sheâs a pogue but heâs always had a soft spot for her. He doesnât fight or will stop a fight if sheâs there and is always nice to her. She notices and decides to test the theory



soft spot . rafe cameron
warnings: animal death, fluff, ruthie, NOT PROOFREAD
wc . 1.3k
part one. part two.
you were a pogue from the beginning, living on the cut, hanging out with your friends, and getting out of the stereotypical "kook type." you didn't have any issues with the kooks, only when they crossed your conversation with some bullshit ass excuse. but not even rafe, which was relieving based on his past but also confusing.
rafe hated your friend group, even more when sarah joined you guys. but rafe never once made a snarky comment towards you like he would kiara or sarah. he never argued with you. he never told you off. he was never mean to you.
it was a sunny day in kildare, right after a storm, the perfect surf day. everyone was on the beach; the kooks, the pogues, even the tourist visiting. you all arrived, hopping out of the twinkie, and setting up your spot on the beach. you were helping sarah set up the umbrella, thinking about tanning first. "it looks good but i want to get in a good tan before the sun goes down," you explained, laying your towel down, away from the umbrella. "honestly, true, but don't you want to enjoy the waves before they're gone?" sarah asked, grabbing her surf board from the van.
"trust me, i will, just after my tan," you said moving to lie down. just as you did, you and the rest of the group heard a loud truck rumble coming from the other side. it was the kooks. "couldn't they haven't picked a different spot?," kiara asked dryly, her face contorting in disgust.
about two hours in, everyone was in the water besides you and rafe. you were tanning on your side, while rafe was drinking his beer on the other. you were falling asleep under the sun, your eyes closing slowly. rafe looked over at your side, watching as you fell asleep. his eyes scanned what was surrounding you, making sure you wouldn't be bothered as you slept. a little bit later, the pogues came out of the water, laughing and chatting about the waves, unaware that you were still asleep.
rafe looked over at them approaching, standing up before yelling loud enough for them to hear. "hey! dickheads! she's asleep!" the group paused and looked at rafe in confusion. "why the hell does he care?," jj asked, throwing up a middle finger at rafe, to which he shrugged him off.
later on, you were fully awake, now in the water with the girls, waiting for a wave. "y/n?", sarah started. you looked over at her, waiting for her to continue. "yeah?"
"are you and my brother hooking up or something?", she asked. you blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what she just asked. "ew sarah, no. your brother hates me, just like he hates you guys," you said looking back out into the water. "i don't know, he just seemed concerned for you earlier when you were sleep. i guess we were 'loud' and he didn't want us to interrupt your sleep," she finished. you just shrugged, preparing for the approaching wave.
after the swimming and surfing, you all began packing up your belongings when you heard kiara exclaimed. "a turtle hatch! guys!"
you looked over, immediately dropping your things when you heard her, running to see. "oh my god! theyre so tiny," you said, looking down at the baby turtles. you all cleared a path for them, allowing them to travel safely with no issues. just then, you heard the rev of a truck engine coming from the kook direction, making your heart drop. âhey! thereâs a hatch! go the other way!â, you yelled out in their direction. you couldnât even imagine them to do something so cruel, but their actions just made you eat crow.
ruthie took toppers truck, almost hitting all of you as well as the baby turtles trying to cross. you all were left speechless, looking sadly as the turtles that were killed from their reckless actions, making tears form in your eyes. just then, you saw kiara stomp over to them, a deceased turtle in her hand. when you all followed her, you heard her arguing with ruthie, it getting heated quickly. you held a turtle in your hand as well, not dead but an injured limb. rafe looked over at you, watching you as you held the injured turtle in your hands, feeling sympathy for the animal and you.
after the altercation, you stayed on the beach, making sure that the turtles were safe. rafe along with the kooks were packing up also. âwasnât fucking funny,â rafe said to ruthie. âwhat? rafe be serious. there are plenty of other turtles that exist,â she snickered, walking with topper to the truck. âtop, control your bitch,â he said, taking another sip of his beer. âhey, watch your mouth, man. youâve had too much to drink,â topper replied, getting in the truck before driving off. everyone left on the kook side, rafe being left alone with his beer. he looked over, seeing you still watching the turtles.
after the turtles got into the water safely, you stood up, beginning to walk away just before rafe ran up to you. you sniffled before looking over at him. âwhat? here to run over more turtles?,â you asked sarcastically, holding the injured turtle in your hands. you planned on fixing up the turtle before releasing it into the ocean. âhell no. donât include me in that shit,â he replied, walking along side you. âlet me help you, yeah?â, he proposed, pointing to the turtles in your hand. âi donât like your friends, but that was fucked up.â you just nodded at his request. âyeah, sure. i was gonna clean it off and get it better before releasing it,â you said.
he led you to a nearby animal clinic, allowing the veterinarians to fix the turtle for you. you two were sitting in the waiting room patiently waiting. âwhy are you helping me anyway?,â you asked sarcastically âi thought you hated us.â
rafe looked over at you, taking a deep breath in before speaking, âi donât hate you. just your friends.â hey, at least he was honest. you nodded, looking back at your fingers. your phone had died a while ago, so you were sitting in silence with him. it wasnât awkward by any means, but it felt confusing too.
the veterinarian called you names, signaling that the turtle was all better. you smiled with joy. âthank you so much,â you smiled at the woman. she smiled back at you before you and rafe left. rafe watched your interaction with the woman, smiling to himself as your kindness. you and rafe had headed back to the beach, releasing the turtle back in the water, watching as it crawled towards its home.
rafe ended up driving you back to house, understanding that you didnât have a ride and it was dark outside. âthank you,â you said sincerely looking over at him. you never knew rafe could have such a heart, so it made you happy, even if he did hate your friends. âno need. iâd do anything for you,â he replied, putting his truck in park. he looked over at you, you doing the same.
âmaybe we could hang out sometime,â he suggested. you nodded in response, a small smile showing faintly on your face. âiâd like that.â he handed you his phone, opening for a new contact before handing it to you. you entered your number and contact name, titling it ây/n đ˘â before handing it back to him. rafe smiled at the screen before sending a text to your phone. âiâll text you back when my phone is charged,â you said, noticing that the text didnât send yet. rafe nodded before unlocking the doors. âget inside safe, y/n.â
maybe rafe wasnât that bad.
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the other one | jacaerys velaryon
hi, here comes the 2.7k of i don't know what, really. its for sure intense, so fasten up your saddle and enjoy the ride. i enjoyed making aegon such a cutiepie in my two last shots, but this man is designed to be a menace to humanity so yeah, i believe im gonna lose it in the next shots. prepare for chaos.
summary: heart want what it wants, and y/n's heart belong to young prince from dragonstone, not to the future cruel king of westeros.
warnings: targaryen brothers being mean to velaryon boys AGAIN, aegon is such a meanie oh god, fighting, arguing, threatening with a sword, last scene is smelling a bit like a rap3, so feel free to skip it. your comfort is the most important
pairing: sister!targaryen reader x jacaerys velaryon (ft. jealous, possesive and dark!aegon targaryen)

Two young princes stood at the gates of the castle, awaiting guests. For several minutes they kept glancing at the sky, looking out for dragons. However, only the sound of wind and waves crashing against the rocks could be heard, with no indication that any winged beasts would soon appear before their eyes.
âDo you think theyâll come at all?â Lucerys asked his older brother, glancing at him. The cold wind chilled him to the bone, and the youngest of the Velaryons longed to return inside and sit by the fireplace.
Jacaerys did not get a chance to answer because shortly after, a muffled roar reached their ears, and something flickered in the low-hanging storm clouds. The heavy sky was pierced by the massive body of Vhagar, who was the first to emerge from the clouds and flew towards the beach. Close behind were Vermithor and Sunfyre, who looked dainty in comparison to those two giant dragons. Aemond, Y/N, and Aegon had arrived at Dragonstone.
Soon after, all four appeared at the castle gates. Helaena was flying with her older sister on Vermithor, choosing not to sail by ship with their mother, father, and grandfather. The youngest of the siblings still couldn't bring herself to travel alone on the back of her Dreamfyre, but felt confident with Y/N, now walking hand-in-hand with her sister towards the castle.
Lucerys took a step back, seeing Aemond and Aegon confidently striding towards them. The youngest Velaryon swallowed hard.
âI hope they donât sit close to us,â he whispered, prompting his brother to discreetly nudge his arm.
Jacaerys smiled at the sight of the siblings. âWelcome, itâs good to see you here,â he said.
Aemond, leading the way, wore his characteristic grimace, nothing like the smile the young prince offered him. The last thing he felt like doing was feigning politeness. In silence, he merely glanced at them, bypassing them and pushing the heavy gate doors.
âMy favorite, strong nephews,â Aegon said sarcastically, with a mocking smile. Passing by, he nudged Lucerys in the shoulder, who was about to turn and say something when his auntâs voice reached his ears. Y/N smiled joyfully at the sight of Rhaenyraâs sons.
âLuke, Jace,â she extended her arms, hugging them both at once. Hearing the girl's joyful voice, Aegon glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. He thought his sisters were too lenient with those bastards.
âItâs good to see you, Y/N,â Jacaerys smiled, embracing her and catching the smell of her lavender-scented hair. While he sincerely disliked Aemond and Aegon, he was very fond of their sisters. Helaena was shy and harmless, often speaking little and nodding more. Y/N, on the other hand, often reminded him of his mother, unafraid to speak up or defend her position. She was also wise and very pretty, and he was genuinely pleased to spend a few days in her presence.
âAre you coming, or are we going to freeze out here like a bunch of idiots?â Aegon asked sharply, seeing Y/N hold onto older Velaryon a bit too long. The young princess gave him an amused look, tousled Lucerysâ hair, and linked arms with Helaena. The four of them briskly walked towards the castle.
Rhaenyra was celebrating her thirty-second name day, so the entire family from Kingâs Landing had come to Dragonstone. Viserys wanted his daughter to celebrate her birthday in the capital, but she wished to spend the day her way. The ailing king, still battling illness, had no intention of arguing with his daughter, lacking the strength and health to do so. Even to the Targaryen seat, he chose to sail by ship rather than ride on the back of one of the dragons. After Balerionâs death, he had given up flying and now didnât think about it at all.
During the evening feast, the dining hall filled with people. Despite it being Rhaenyraâs day, Viserys sat at the head of the table. To his left was his eldest daughter, beside her Daemon, Joffrey, Lucerys, Jacaerys, Rhaena, and Baela. On the kingâs right sat his wife, next to her the Hand of the King, then Aemond, Aegon, Y/N, Helaena, and Rhaenys Targaryen, next to whom, at the other end of the table, sat Corlys Velaryon.
The feast went on in a calm and surprisingly pleasant atmosphere. Previous feasts often ended in arguments before they even really began. The main instigators of all disputes, Aemond and Aegon, sat quietly, not speaking much. Many might have thought someone stuffed hay into the dragonsâ bellies to prevent them from breathing fire.
Aegon, however, increasingly clenched his hand around the wine goblet from time to time, hearing Y/N happily talking with Jacaerys across the table. His blood boiled hearing her so delighted with the conversation with him. He felt like slapping that fucking son of a bitch.
Helaena was also having a good time, shedding her shyness piece by piece with each sip of wine. She chatted lively with Rhaena and Baela, who were already slightly tipsy themselves. Rhaenys sent an amused look to her husband, who tightened his grip on the wine jug and pulled it closer. The Sea Snake had to be vigilant to prevent his granddaughters and the young Targaryen from getting too drunk. Helaena, however, had more to celebrate than just her half-sisterâs birthday.
Since Viserys and Alicentâs daughters reached reproductive age, the Hand of the King and the Queen Mother began looking for potential suitors for them. While there was no trouble finding suitors for Y/N, who, besides her wealth and possessions, had a strong character and good disposition, finding a husband for Helaena was problematic.
From birth, the princess showed signs of abnormal development. Though she grew as a girl should, her mind seemed not to keep up, still trapping her in a world of childish dreams. Helaena was quiet, read a lot, and spent all her time in the garden, not burdened with unnecessary duties.
The Hand decided that when the time came, that is, when Aegon was to take the throne from the ailing king, he would marry Helaena, and Y/N would marry Forrest Frey. The plans were made at a Small Council meeting, which neither Helaena nor Y/N attended. Probably neither would have known about the plans to marry them off if Y/N hadnât accidentally overheard their conversation when one of the doors unguarded by sentries was ajar.
âI donât agree!â she said firmly, pushing the heavy doors and entering.
âY/N, you canât be here-,â Alicent stood up, wanting to calm her daughter, but she sharply pointed her finger upwards. âAnd you canât do this to Helaena! I donât agree!â
Aegon, who was one of the people at the table, also didnât support the Councilâs idea. However, he was too drunk to make any objections. Only his sisterâs intrusion somewhat sobered him up. If he had to choose, he could marry Y/N since she wanted to fight so hard for Helaenaâs better fate. Frankly, he didnât care either way.
The guards first wanted to remove the young princess, but she began presenting her arguments. The Council didnât think an eighteen-year-oldâs arguments could make any sense, but many underestimated Y/Nâs negotiation skills. In the castle, by Aegonâs side, she could be more useful than in the Riverlands beside Forrest Frey.
The Council decided that Helaena would marry Frey when the time came, and Y/N would marry Aegon. The young princess didnât want Helaena to spend her life in the castle, locked in chambers and bearing children. She wanted her to break free from Kingâs Landing and experience a life different from the one she had lived so far. Y/N knew that unlike her sister, she could handle an incestuous marriage and an unwanted husband, who Aegon was to become in the future. Helaena might have been driven to suicide.
But for now, these were just tomorrow's problems, or who knows, maybe even further. Helaena, in a sudden burst of joy, stood up and climbed onto a chair, much to Alicentâs horror.
âTo my beloved sister Y/N,â she said, swaying. Rhaenys held the chair to prevent her from falling. âAnd to my sister Rhaenyra, who celebrates her birthday today. I love you!â
Alicent, Otto, Aemond, and Aegon looked at her indulgently, raising their goblets. All the other guests eagerly toasted, applauding the young princessâs words. Rhaenyra stood up from the table and hugged her sister; Y/N also rose to do the same.
âHelaena needs rest,â Alicent whispered, gripping her daughterâs shoulder before she stood up. âEscort her to bed.â
Y/N shook off her hand and got up, embracing her sisters. However, when she felt Helaenaâs heavy body in her arms, she held her close around the waist.
As soon as the sisters left the dining hall, Jacaerys, sent by his mother, joined them. Young prince apologized to Y/N and with a single, confident motion, picked up Helaena, who laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek, admitting that she would let such a handsome man whisk her away without hesitation.
Jacaerys only let go of Helaena when he placed her on the bed in her bedroom.
"Will you stay with her until morning?" he asked as Y/N began removing the rings from her sister's fingers.
"Helaena usually sleeps like a mouse under a haystack, but after wine, she sleeps like a rock," Y/N replied, smiling slightly at the sight of her sister's flushed face. "Wait outside, I'll change her for bed and join you."
The young prince nodded obediently and left the chamber. He stood outside the door, straight as a string, feeling like a guard. Shortly after, the princess joined him, quietly closing the door behind her.
"She'll sleep like a baby until morning," she assured, laughing softly.
"It's nice to see her with a smile on her face," Jacerys admitted as they slowly began walking down the corridor. He quietly offered his arm to Y/N, which she gladly accepted.
"I've noticed she smiles much more when she's here. I feel like the capital is suffocating her."
Jacaerys lowered his gaze. He had recently learned about the marriage plans for the young sisters.
"I heard she'll leave King's Landing sooner or later," he said, glancing at her. He didn't know how delicate ground he was entering.
The young princess sighed and nodded. She spent the whole way telling Jacaerys about everything that had happened in the past weeks. In the company of the boy, Y/N didn't feel like his aunt, as their relationship would suggest, but like a friend. After all, they were only a year apart in age. They had always had a good relationship and, unlike her hostile brothers, Y/N really liked Jacaerys. She cherished every opportunity she could spend with him. This was one of those moments.
The pair didn't return to the feast; instead, they went to one of the terraces. They sat on one of the benches, and Y/N involuntarily rested her head on the boy's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist, hugging her close.
"You deserve more, Y/N," he said quietly. "Both you and Helaena deserve more."
"I know I'll manage, I'm strong," she said, watching the remnants of the day dance on the horizon. "But I'm so scared for Helaena. She deserves the whole world, not what's waiting for her in King's Landing."
The young princess wasn't sad; at this moment, she could even say she felt a lightness in her heart. Jacaerys' body warmed her pleasantly, and the cool, salty air chased away the heat caused by the wine from her cheeks.
"You're the bravest dragon I've ever known," he said with a smile, looking at her face. The girl smiled at his words. "I don't know stronger people than Targaryen women."
"Do you really think so?" she asked quietly, looking into his eyes. She didn't know if his cheeks were flushed from the wine or the cold wind. Nevertheless, his dark eyes looked at her so gently that the young princess never wanted to look into any other eyes again.
Jacaerys smiled and nodded. He cautiously lifted his hand and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He touched her cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb.
"I would take better care of you than they would, you know?" he said after a moment, his whisper lost in the whistle of the wind. Y/N heard his words clearly, just as she clearly heard the snort of disdain that came from somewhere to the side.
"I don't know which of you is more pathetic," Aegon said, looking at them with drunken eyes. He could barely stand, but his fists were clenched. Aemond remained silent, standing in the entrance and blocking it with his body. Unlike his brother, he didn't look drunk.
"What is your problem?" Y/N asked angrily, standing up. Unintentionally, she shielded Jacaerys with her body, who also rose from the bench.
"That you act like a complete whore," he spat through his teeth, causing Jacaerys to step around the girl to stand in her defense. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back when Aemond drew a dagger and stepped forward, defending his brother.
"Watch your words," Jacaerys said angrily. He didn't care that he was addressing the future king. In his eyes, Aegon wasn't worth anything, and he certainly didn't deserve to be Y/N's husband.
"Or what, bastard?" Aemond asked calmly, looking at him intently.
"We haven't done anything wrong," the young princess said sharply, though her voice trembled. She knew that her brothers were unlikely to hurt her, but she wasn't capable of protecting Jacaerys from both of them. She had only her hands, feet, and teeth at her disposal. "Get out of the way."
"Oh, really?" Aegon smiled. His drunken eyes were shiny from alcohol and dark-circled, his skin ashen. Even despite the fire of hatred burning in him, he didn't have a bit of a blush on his face. "I see a fucking dog clinging to my future wife."
"You wish she were your wife," Jacaerys said without thinking much about the words that left his mouth. Aegon lunged at him with his fists, to which the young Velaryon responded in kind. Aemond sheathed his dagger and grabbed Jacaerys by the shoulders, holding him and exposing him to Aegon's blows. In the commotion, the young princess managed to draw her brother's dagger and without hesitation, grabbed Aegon by the hair, pulling him back. With tears on her cheeks, she pressed the sword to his neck.
The four of them froze in place.
Aemond still held Jacaerys tightly, blood was trickling from his lip. Aegon's heart was pounding, not from fear but from adrenaline and, at that moment, also from excitement. His sister's small hand was firmly gripping his hair, forcing him to tilt his head back. Blood flowed from his broken nose, running down to his grinning lips.
"She's a dragon, see?" Aegon said, addressing Jacaerys. "You couldn't handle her, fool."
Y/N pushed her brother to the ground, releasing the dagger from her hands as well. She grabbed Jacaerys' hand and pulled him from Aemond's grasp, who would have lied if he said his sister's behavior didn't leave him speechless. In shock, he wasn't even able to oppose her.
"I'm so sorry," she began tearfully, pulling him away as far as possible from that place. "I should have killed them when I had the sword in my hand."
Jacaerys pulled her by the hand, causing her to turn around suddenly and fall into his arms. Without a word, he kissed her, feeling her salty tears mix with the blood from his split lip. Y/N returned the kiss but looked at him in shock. Jacaerys smiled warmly at her.
"Don't apologize to me," he whispered, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "You are a dragon, so be a dragon."
The pair didn't return to the feast. Instead, Y/N went with the young prince to his chambers. Jacaerys initially protested when she said she would help dress his wounds. Eventually, he agreed to her proposal, lying on the bed in just his trousers. The girl carefully cleaned his cuts, placing a cold compress on his abdomen. She sat beside him, looking at him tenderly.
"I'm so sorry, Jace," she whispered, squeezing his hand. The boy, however, seemed to be in a good mood.
"If every fight with them means I get to spend time with you, I'm ready to fight them every day."
The young princess smiled and shook her head at his words. She felt her heart swell when she was with him.
Their eager lips exchanged a few more kisses before Y/N quietly left his chamber, returning to her own. Helaena was still sleeping soundly, snoring softly. She lay on her side on her half of the bed, not even stirring when her sister began preparing for sleep. Dressed in a nightgown, she let her hair down and carefully combed it. She put the brush away and blew out the nearby candles, lying down on the bed.
As soon as she covered herself with the quilt, she felt someone sit on her, pressing her into the mattress, and a cold hand covered her mouth. The girl wanted to scream but felt a blade against her neck. The attacker leaned over her, his hair tickling her face. The young princess smelled alcohol.
"Every time you raise your hand against me," Aegon whispered, tightening his grip on the dagger's hilt, "I'll have one of your fingers cut off, understood?"
Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. For the first time in her life, Aegon truly frightened her. She felt her heart leap into her throat.
"And that fucking Velaryon dog," he moved his hand from her mouth to her hair, gripping it tightly. "I never want to see him near you again."
"Aegon-" she whispered with difficulty, clutching his wrist to push him away. She felt herself running out of breath, and the cold blade pressed deeper into her skin.
"Is that clear?" he growled, pressing her harder into the pillows.
"Yes," she said tearfully.
A moment later, she felt her brother's alcohol-tainted lips forcefully and brutally kissing hers. Aegon stood up shortly after and left the sisters' chamber, closing the door behind him. In the darkness, the young princess found her sister's body and hugged her from behind, trying to suppress her tears. She was terrified.
How much she wished she could hide in Jacaerys's arms at that moment.
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lovers of valdaro | leon kennedy x reader
PART IÂ |Â PART IIÂ |Â PART IIIÂ (finale)
pairing: leon kennedy x f!readerÂ
summary: Some things have changed. The months, the weather, the air that hangs between Leon and you. Yet one thing has remained constant: his desire to keep you as close as possible.Â
word count: 8.2K of gratuitous smutÂ
warnings: 18+, smut, established relationship, pda, bickering, consensual somnophilia, groping, dry humping, unprotected p in v, fingering, prone boning, swearing, slight dom/sub undertones, pet names, an attempt at praise kink, pill as contraception, creampie, oral sex (f!receiving), marking, unintentional edging, masturbation, aftercare, no use of y/n, oh and oocÂ
notes: iâm sorry to those who were expecting pt 3 to be angsty. i wanted to portray some changes and get used to writing and publishing smut. also, this can be read separately as it is almost all smut. enjoy!
âľ read on ao3.
âThis man yaps a lot,â Leon says from behind you, youâre startled by his voice near your ear. His lips tickle your earshell. Like a catâs fur standing up, your shoulders go up slightly. Renting only one sunbed âa narrow chair, reallyâ for the two of you starts to feel like a mistake. Well, you plan to swim anyway, Iâll just sunbathe, you had said earlier, failing to account for Leonâs FOMO when you pulled out your book from your beach bag. For some reason, he was interested in anything that captured your attention as of late.Â
You were looking at travel guides for you and your sister back at home when Leon saw your laptop screen. âWhatâs this?â he asked, adjusting the screen so he could see it better.Â
âBeaches in Italy,â you answered. âMy sister will be using her yearly vacation this year. Iâm making a list of places we can go if she asks.â Leon was silent and when you turned to him, already watching you intently. âWhat?âÂ
âOur anniversary is coming up.âÂ
You looked at the date, wondering why he brought it up. âI guess it is.âÂ
âHow about we go? Before your sister asks, I mean,â he suggested, scratching the back of his neck.Â
You straightened up on the couch. âYou wanna go on a vacation with me?âÂ
The corners of his lips curled up. âErr, I believe I asked you first.âÂ
A little girl runs by your sunbed with her arms full of plastic toys, screaming with joy as she plops down to the sand. The bottoms of her tiny feet are red, probably because of how hot the sand is. She begins digging up sand with her toy shovel.Â
âItâs Dostoevsky,â you say, like that would be enough clarification for Leon. His arm comes up to pinch the book up top to flip it and peek at its title, which reads âWhite Nights.â Propping up your elbow on your torso to adjust both your book and your attention, you try to move as little as possible to not disturb him. He basically made you sit between his legs and lay your back on his chest, saying he would take a dip in the sea in a few minutes.Â
You know heâs about to speak again when your head rises along his chest. âHeâs been talking nonstop for three pages.âÂ
âLeon, Iâm trying to focus.âÂ
The little girl a few feet away lets out a frustrated cry when her castle crumbles down, her little arms flap irritably, chucking the toy shovel in front of her in the process. A slightly older boy, probably her brother, comes to the rescue with a bucket full of sea water. He shows his little sister how to wet the sand for it to hold shape. The sound of waves crashing against the breakwater drowns out their shrill laughter.
âYouâre squishing your boob,â Leon blurts out, takes hold of the planted elbow on your breast and lifts it in the air.Â
Trying to follow the words, your head knocks on Leonâs chin. âI canât read like this. Let go of my arm.âÂ
âNuh-uh. If I let go, youâre gonna keep pressing your arm to your boob and have a nip slip.âÂ
âIâm not gonna have a nip slip.âÂ
âWhatever the correct verb for a nip slip is, it will happen.â His chin digs into the crown of your hair. âAnd those teenagers will remember this day forever.âÂ
Your eyebrows scrunch together. âWhat teenagers?âÂ
âThe ones that are looking this way,â Leon states in a matter-of-factly tone. Heâs right, a bunch of boys are in the sea, laughing among themselves by splashing water. Every now and then their heads tilt up to your direction.Â
You look down on yourself to see if the swimsuit is covering you like itâs supposed to. Thereâs nothing wrong with it, yet that doesnât stop you from setting the book down on your stomach. âWhy are they looking here? Whatâs wrong with my swimsuit?âÂ
âIt looks good on you, thatâs why. Hormonal teenagers.âÂ
âI think itâs the position weâre in,â you mumble. Your back feels damp with sweat as you peel away from him, sitting up further away.
But Leon has other plans, he snakes his hand around your shoulder and plants his palm right on your sternum, pulling you back to him by your chest.Â
âOof,â you breathe out once you collide with his torso again.Â
He taps his fingers on your breastbone as he catches the slipping book on your lap. âHere, Iâll hold it. You turn the pages.âÂ
âItâs too hot for this,â you groan.Â
âPardon me for doing something,â he says, sounding neither hurt nor sorry.Â
âYou said youâd swim,â you say, though it sounds more like a suggestion. âWant me to lather you up in sunscreen? I know you didnât put it on back at the hotel.âÂ
âI mean, when you ask it like that, sure.â Heâs grinning like a cheshire cat, it warms your heart that heâs pleased with himself just by managing to get under your skin. Something quite like a heartbeat, it feels intimate, an embrace out in the open. In a snap, you shake off the feeling. Youâre not going to see these people again, they do not know you, just like how you donât know the couple dipping their feet in the water while holding hands, little girl building sandcastles with her brother, young boys jumping on each otherâs backs. Who would have thought being a stranger to all of it would make your yearning flesh all the more tender?Â
Your wandering eyes shut in bliss when you feel it. A featherlight, barely-there kiss on the back of your neck, placed just below your hair, followed by the disappearance of your book from your sight. Leon reaches down to drop it in your bag, you wiggle away to let him search for the bottle of sunscreen.Â
âTake your shirt off,â you say once you turn to face him.Â
âDamn, woman. At least buy me dinner first.âÂ
âCan you get any cornier? Youâre getting overpriced beer at best.âÂ
â...May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's lifeâ?â
Your attention snaps away from your book over a playful voice. âHey, miss. Sorry to bother you.â Leon is standing a few steps in front of your chair, hands on his hips, most of his weight on one leg. Water drops cling to his firm chest, following a delectable path down his muscles. Some even caress his faded scars gently, a reminder that he has endured things far from gentle. His hair seems darker due to saltwater, the tips of it almost poking his eyes, by the looks of him having to shake them away from his face when he attempts to tilt his head to the side. âAre you perhaps single?âÂ
You purse your lips to suppress a grin. âWhy are you asking?âÂ
âIâm interested.âÂ
âOh,â you croon in mock-embarrassment. âIâm married.â You make sure to show off the gold band on your ring finger.Â
He walks next to your chair. âLucky guy. Speaking of, where is he?â His gaze lingers on your legs that are bent towards your chest, the book propped up on your knees.Â
You close the book and play along. âHeâs swimming.âÂ
âIs he a good swimmer?âÂ
âYeah, his strokes are phenomenal.âÂ
His eyebrows shoot up. âAre we still talking about swimming?âÂ
You tilt your head to the side. âWhy yes, is there a misunderstanding?âÂ
âNo, no. Just making sure weâre on the same page here. Tell me more about him.âÂ
You gesture to the empty room on the foot of the sunchair. âThen you might want to sit here for a while. Maybe dry off?âÂ
âIâd love to keep you company until your husband shows up.â Leon sits sideways next to your feet, way too familiar for a âstranger.â âWhatâs he like?â
âFirst of all, he looks a lot like you.â You press your lips together. This is ridiculous. âHeâs also incredibly annoying.â When Leon gasps half-mockingly, you cast a sideways glance at him. âHis jokes are really corny, heâs lucky I put up with them.âÂ
âThat might hurt his feelings.âÂ
âWell, heâs not here.âÂ
He scrunches his eyebrows together, thereâs a visible question mark in his blink. âMy jokes are that bad?âÂ
âAaand, the play is over.â You slap your knees lightly, sliding your feet towards Leon until your toes touch the side of his thigh. âWe are not sharing the chair again. Youâre still dripping.âÂ
A sluggish sigh escapes his lips. âLet me lean on you at least.âÂ
And before you can say no, Leon is relocating your hands from your knees, moving them by your wrists, placing your arms at your sides. He folds his own arms on top of your knees and rests his temple on them, hugging your knees to himself, looking off into the side. You could lean forward and bury your nose in his hair like this, inhale the sun and salt, let your lips linger, let him feel the ghost of a kiss for a change. Though he was always better at unprompted acts of affection, maybe because he didnât think much of it.Â
Itâs peacefulâthe secluded space youâve managed to carve out for the two of you, despite the chaos of the crowded beach. It feels like a quiet world unto itself, hidden in plain sight amid a sea of distant faces, as if removed from everything around you. Itâs strangely intimate. Minutes or hours pass, you canât make out which, lost in the stillness.Â
When Leon speaks, his thumb starts brushing your knee. âI can hear you think,â he murmurs, his voice low. Whatâs going on in that head of yours?Â
âWill you tell me a truth?â you ask, almost in a whisper.Â
Leon doesnât lift his head up, lazy like a cat in the sun. Although his body reminds him to be on guard upon hearing a kid yell in the distance, his muscles twitch reflexively. âWhy?âÂ
âFor all of this to feel real.â Your eyes follow the slope of his nose, then the squished red cheek leaning on his forearm. The sunscreen you copiously put on his nose bridge couldnât protect his skin. You canât help but admire his long lashes, fluttering so prettily the action could make butterflies jealous.Â
His answer surprises you. âIâm scared all the time.âÂ
âOf what?âÂ
âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â His thumb stops moving so he can squeeze your kneecap. âIâm scared that one day youâll want us to go our separate ways. Iâm scared that I will not be able to let you go. You know I wasnât able to do it the first time around. I dread the day you wonât want to see my face again.âÂ
âLeonââÂ
âSometimes I get scared that something will happen to you and I will lose you.âÂ
It dawns on you then. The reason why youâve been waking up to strong arms tangled around your waist for months.Â
âLeon, nothingâs going to happen to me.âÂ
However, heâs still going on. âIf you decide youâve had enough, just let me know, okay? Donât just up and leave.âÂ
Your throat constricts itself. You donât know what to say to that. Part of you wants to do just that: up and leave. Not the way he means but in a way to escape his hold, step aside to mull it over and come up with a humane response. The fact that he couldnât meet your eyes while saying all that leaves your heart with a dull ache, chest too heavy to even breathe.Â
He finally looks up, expression unreadable. His eyes scour your face, searching for something. âDoes it feel real now?âÂ
You swallow on nothing as you meet his eyes. Sure, you nod. It terrifies you how real it actually feels.Â
Leon thinks heâs a genius for lowering the temperature of the air-conditioning while you were in the bathroom, carrying out your night routine. No, he didnât have any malicious intent, not at all, he was just sweating a lot even after his shower. By the time you entered the bed in your pajamas, you suspected nothing, lifted the bedcover to join him. Your skin was glowing from all the products he couldnât wrap his head around, your lips were shining clear. For a moment, he wanted to plant his mouth to your lips and taste the vaseline.Â
He was aroused, which was not surprising considering the amount of sex you two had been having. Itâs become so regular that he thinks he never had this much compatibility with anyone before. Goodnight, Leon, you murmured before gracing him with the sight of your back, voice so sweet he nearly whined out of desperation. He didnât know why he waited for your breathing to fall steady, heâs been holding you in your sleep for a while now. Every morning you wake up before him and toss his arms aside, get the day started.Â
When heâs sure that youâve fallen asleep, he makes his move, drapes an arm around your waist, pressing his bare chest to your clothed back, spooning you. Heâs careful not to wake you despite the evidence of his arousal resting against your ass. Normally, he would ignore it and take care of it in the morning but you make that impossible by squirming in your sleep. A few minutes pass by and he guesses the room must feel like an icebox to you, he knows you get cold quickly. Leon thinks heâs a genius because he could just wake you up and suggest warming you up. He also thinks heâs a fool because what if you donât wake up, with all this squirming? He could move to the side and wait for the cold to do its own thing or he could just get up and go to the bathroom to rub one out. Or he could lower his boxers, do it right here. Heâs positive you wouldnât mind, thatâs how intimate you two have become. Â
Before he can decide, a shiver takes over your body, a soft whimper escaping your lips. Now Leon feels bad. Heâll just get up and fix the AC to an acceptable temperature.Â
You shrivel into him, searching for warmth. The arm across your waist reaches up, the entirety of his hand cupping your breast thatâs pressed against the bed. His body runs hot despite the breeze in the hotel room, so he thinks this will help. Just as a quiet, needy cry from your throat travels to his burning ears, his other arm snakes beneath your body to press against your belly. He squeezes you tightly until he can feel the blood pumping through your veins, buries his nose into the crook of your neck. Inhaling deeply bestows on him your enticing scent.Â
Guilt washes over him as he ruts his hips into your sleep shorts, because who becomes an animal in heat when they smell clean soap?Â
Leon. Leon does.Â
The smallest things have been setting him off. All of your flimsy sundresses, swaying of your hips in them, your smooth legs, the gold anklet that matches with your wedding ring, the swimsuit that makes your cleavage call his attention. You, taking his arm while walking side to side. In fact, he suppressed smothering his face into your cheek today at lunchâcuteness aggressionâ as he tried to eat his food in peace. You were enjoying your pasta, humming contentedly after your first bite, you smiled at him when you caught him watching you intently. Leon was never into taking pictures but at that moment, he wanted to engrave the picture of you smiling up at him lovingly into his memory for the future, remember your crinkled eyes and adorably scrunched up nose when he would miss you. He knew he would miss that moment right when it was happening, heâd be gone again for an assignment soon.Â
âWhat?â You laughed.
âThat good?â he asked, eyes pointing to your bowl of pasta.Â
âYep! Want some?âÂ
Leon keeps clinging until your body twitches no longer, takes deep breaths against your neck, pleased as his heat completely stills you. His hold relaxes as he becomes aware of his grip strength. He releases his clamped fingers from your breast, stroking your nipple apologetically. It will surely leave a mark on your soft skin, which you will whine about later, though he knows deep down you enjoy him being rough with you. After all, it was you who brought up that you werenât made of glass, he didnât need to act as if you were going to break.Â
Your soft sighs soothe him to an extent, as far as the strain in his boxers allow. Fuck it, he thinks. Heâs still humping your backside, cock throbbing. Heâs going to wake you up. Pounce on you once you open your eyes.Â
Forefinger and thumb pinching a hardening nipple, he nuzzles his face into where your neck meets your shoulder, dropping heavy kisses first, then switching to sucking your skin. If he could drown in your smell, he would. âHoney, please wake up.âÂ
âHm?â He hears you, heart starting to beat even faster. âLeon?â Your first touch is on his arms, fingertips ice cold, groggy voice calling to him.Â
âYou awake?â he breathes in your ear.Â
Feeling tickled, your shoulder rises to your ear. âClearly,â you reply hoarsely. His thigh is glued to the back of yours, reaching back to hold it, you manage to slow his movements. His erection is fully pressed against you. âEverything okay?âÂ
âNo.â He pants in your hair. âNeed to fuck you.âÂ
âLeon,â you groan, face dropping fully into your pillow. âIâm too tired.âÂ
âPlease, you donât need to do anything.âÂ
âDonât think I can even lift my leg.âÂ
âThen donât. Iâll do everything. Lift your hips for a second so I can get this off?âÂ
âFine,â you huff, rolling onto your stomach so his strong-willed hands can strip off your shorts along with your underwear. âWe donât have lube.âÂ
He drops a kiss to your cheek. âIâll just have to prep you.âÂ
Ugh, so sweet. âMake it quick,â you say as he carefully sits on the backs of your thighs, his knees trapping your legs together. âHow do we do this?âÂ
âStay still,â he mumbles, barely audible. You grow impatient as you hear him moving in the dark, taking off his only piece of clothing. He reaches over to the bedside drawer to turn on the lamp. The blanket is scattered across the bed. You hiss sharply, eyes adjusting to the soft light.Â
He holds your shoulders firmly. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âWhy is it so cold?âÂ
Somehow, you can hear him grinning behind you. âThe ACâs broken.âÂ
âHave you tried calling the reception? Itâs too cold for this.âÂ
âIâll warm you up,â he says as his heat hovers over you, fingers hiking up your flimsy camisole to gain access to your waist, the other hand shaking off the thin straps. He buries his nose into the back of your neck, kissing a path to your right shoulder, sharp teeth grazing skin along the way. He shifts his attention to your left shoulder, reaching down to cup your ass, pulling apart your cheeks. His fingers find your sex straight away; heâs familiar with your body.Â
âYouâre a bit wet for someone whoâs feeling too tired,â he teases.Â
You donât bother with pleasantries. âI will leave you blue-balled for the rest of the week.âÂ
âRight,â he says. âLift your head up.âÂ
âI just woke up, youâre asking for too much from me.âÂ
He nudges his nose into the back of your ear instead of answering. Kiss me, he demands, pressing his hips to your plushness. Familiar with his silent commands, you submit to his reign, craning your neck back, open mouth chasing his.Â
Your mouths clash unceremoniously. Itâs messy, sloven, uncoordinated, and animalistic. He finds your tongue in no time, suckling on the wet muscle all the while managing to lift your shoulders off the bed to drop your thin straps around your elbows, pulling your camisole down. Now your top sits below your naked breasts, bunched around your middle like a thick headband. Leonâs jaw moves as if heâs thirsty, drinking from your mouth unapologetically. The noises from your so-called kissing are obscene, filling the room along with the sounds of heavy breathing. Heat starts to pool in your lower belly, body slowly warming up.Â
Quick as a wink, a strong hand wraps around the back of your neck, pushing you face down to the mattress. Your surprised yelp into your pillow is cut short once he pulls your hair gently, laughing next to your ear. âDonât want you to suffocate. Try to keep your head up. Can you do that for me, honey?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you bite back a remark. Resting your cheek on the pillow is all heâs going to get. After all, he did tell you that you didnât need to do anything. Your crushed breasts feel funny, one side aching considerably more than the other, owing to him groping it roughly while you were sleeping.Â
Leon lets out a low chuckle and continues his undeterred path from your jaw to your neck, nipping at skin, leaving a stinging sensation behind. His knees make room for your squirming legs, a perfect chance for him to dip his hand between your thighs, a slight part of your legs to accommodate his fingers on your cunt. Rubbing your lower lips, he slicks his fingers with your wetness.Â
Your breath hitches when two pads of fingers make contact with your clit, drawing tight circles. âThat feel good?â His voice is muffled by your skin.Â
You groan a noise of confirmation as he puts more pressure on his fingertips, quickening his movements on your now soaked pussy. His thumb catches at your entrance, maybe accidentally, and you canât hold yourself back from pursuing that pleasure, back arching so your hips could sway up, chasing his touch. Thankfully, he is quick to place his thumb back, swiping back and forth. The double stimulation on your opening and clit creates enough lubrication for him to slide right in.Â
Your eagerness doesnât go unnoticed by Leon, the feel of his teeth on your earlobe is a wary appreciation. âToo tired, huh? Look at you.â He means your hips in the air, quivering right in front of his view. âLemme help you relax.âÂ
You think heâll finally thrust himself in, however, youâre taken by surprise when he works two fingers into you, the stretch unexpected, but appreciated nonetheless. He shoves your hips back down into the mattress, arm across the small of your back to keep you steady against the bed. âDonât be disappointed. I need to open you up first,â he speaks into your temple, nose pressed to the tail of your eyebrow. He starts moving his fingers in and out. âDonât want you to hurt.âÂ
He grabs a handful of your ass to pull apart while working your cunt open with his fingers. Your whole body feels electrified each time he strokes the velvety walls of your pussy, throat humming with need.Â
âLeonâŚâ you moan, wanting to arch into him. Your desperate hand slides under your belly to touch your clit. âEnough.âÂ
But thatâs not what you want to tell him. You want to tell him this is not enough, he needs to be inside you right now or you will start to wail, turn over and jump his bones. This is quite the opposite from where everything started, with you worked up and fussy in his hands, unable to speak properly.Â
You feel him watching his own hand between your legs, ears perked up for the sounds coming from where you are gushing, shallowing his thrusts once he feels your fingers join in. âEnough? You donât want to come first?âÂ
âSâcold,â you cry out. âFuck me already.âÂ
âOh, Iâm sorry, honey,â he coos at you, pulling his soaked digits out of you, head rising to meet with your parted lips. The arm around your waist slides up, fingers gently digging into your scalp to hold you in place as he kisses you, using the fingers he just pulled out of you to slick up his cock. He moans into your mouth before pulling away.Â
âYou have me. Ready?âÂ
You nod into the pillow.Â
As he presses his swollen tip into you, he watches the back of your head tip back with a shiver, your neck exposed for him to reach and grab. Instead, he wraps his arm around your neck in a gentle headlock, helping you rest your cheek on his bicep, the movement helping him slip further inside you.Â
Hot, bullish breaths burrow into your neck when he is buried to the hilt, balls pressed against your clit and fingers that are spreading yourself.Â
âFuck, you smell so good,â he whispers, his torso meeting your back.Â
He presses his entire weight down onto you and it is glorious, being trapped between him and the mattress, surrounded by his body heat with no room to flee. Not that you even consider it. Though your wrist, strained under the weight, digs into your pelvis as he begins to thrust feverishly. âOh, fuck,â he grunts.Â
Your mouth opens to let him know of the awkward position your arm is in but you only manage to moan wantonly. He takes it as a cue to snap his hips faster.Â
âWait, Leonâmy wrist.âÂ
He stops completely, lifting his hips slightly for you to pull your arm out from underneath, dropping a kiss in your hair as an apology. âFuck, sorry. Forgot your hand was there. Are you good? Am I too heavy?âÂ
Your hands fist around the sheets to brace yourself. He did not pull himself fully out of you, you just want him to fill you to the brim again. Even though you donât know if you can come like this. âNo, Iâm good. Letâs continue.âÂ
As your wish comes true, his hips pick up a frenzied pace, the bed starts to shake. You donât know how he manages it, youâre immobilized under him, high on the pleasurable feeling. Your poor nipples are chafing against the sheets with all the movement. The noises escaping your lips are embarrassingly loud, mingling with the creaky springs of the hotel bed. He doesnât hold back either, sucking love-bites wherever his mouth can reach, moaning against your spit-lacquered skin. Palms sliding under your shoulders to hold you even closer, he squeezes you to himself while letting his weight push you hard into the mattress.Â
Itâs as if he wants to open up his chest and tuck you beneath his ribs, or crawl beneath your skin from behind, until you both become one.Â
His pace falters, you squeak as he bottoms out, walls pulsing around him. He must have been desperately horny, for he is spitting out delirious things in your ear. âFuck, fuck, fuckâ you look so cute. You always do.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
Rather than addressing your confusion, he leans in your face. One hand cups your jaw, guiding your face to his, squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered, ready for him to attack, though itâs a pleasant assault of kisses. âYouâre soââ Kiss. âSoft.â Kiss. âIt makes me crazy.â Kiss. âAnd you always smell so good.â Kiss.Â
âLeon, whatâs gotten into youâmmph!âÂ
He doesnât care about what you have to say about his raving state; instead, he crashes his lips to yours for a longer, deeper kiss. His strong arm hugs your neck again, cradling you to himself. You swallow his animalistic groan when your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling on the tresses while trying to squirm. His hair has gotten so long; a luxury of taking time off work.Â
His hips start to grind, precise snaps eliciting small sounds out of both of you, his cock massaging your innermost crevices.Â
âYouâre like an angel,â he whispers in your mouth, panting wildly. âYou feel like heaven. God, I love you. I canât believeâshit, Iâm close. Iâm gonna come. Tell me where to come.âÂ
If he wasnât literally in your face, you might have missed itâthat sacred, dangerous word slipping past his lips as if it was an everyday occurrence.Â
It didnât even register at first, partly because it happened so quickly and partly because it made you clamp down on him with an intense ripple of pleasure, causing him to grunt.Â
Losing all strength in your muscles, you sag against his arm on the pillow, neck too numb to keep your head up, feet plopping down with a pat. When did you lift your feet up?Â
Like a snap of a thread, his demeanor changes instantly. Concerned, he brushes your hair away from your face hastily. âBaby, did you just come?âÂ
A sound resembling âyesâ is murmured into your pillow, your whole body feeling prickly upon the fondness in his voice, spasming uncontrollably. Heâs still inside you, reaching incredibly deep, hip bones digging into the meat of your ass, caging you in his warmth.Â
âDidnât even need me to touch your clit,â he says. Thereâs that smugness in his tone, like he didnât just rock your whole world.Â
Feeling fuzzy around the edges, you remember his need to have a release, and words rush out without much thought, âInside. Come inside.âÂ
The faint rhythm of his hips turn sloppy upon hearing you. Heâs gasping, âAre you sure?âÂ
âYes, Iâm on the pill.âÂ
âFuck. Thank you, baby.âÂ
His face finds home in your neck again. Itâs not long before you feel the thick trickle of warmth filling you up. Coming to his senses, his arms loosen around you, waiting for his breathing to turn to normal.Â
You can sleep like this, you think. With him literally in your skin, smothered under his delectable weight. Itâs calming.Â
Eventually, he pulls out and rolls over on his back, the absence of his weight feels oddly sad. He turns his neck towards you. âThat was⌠something else. How are you feeling?âÂ
You stretch your arms, sliding them under your pillow. âLike Iâve just run a marathon. And I didnât even move much.âÂ
âNow that youâre properly tired, youâre gonna sleep like a log.â He chuckles, throwing an arm on his forehead.Â
You slide a hand between your legs, knitting your eyebrows, reconsidering. âWe need to clean up first.âÂ
âRight,â he sighs. âI promised you I wouldnât make you move, didnât I? Wait here.â
Before you can say anything, he gets up from the bed, picks up his underwear from the ground and heads to the bathroom. You donât move in case the viscid fluids threaten to leak onto the bed. He comes back with a few rolled-up toilet papers and a damp towel, with his underwear on. He sits on the edge of the bed next to you.Â
You spread your legs as he holds up the rolled-up toilet papers to your dripping entrance. âPush it out.âÂ
You squeeze out the mixture of you and him. Your cheeks flare up, not because of embarrassment. But because of something else. Him instructing you with a raspy voice shouldnât get you fired up, your limbs are still weak from the earth-shattering orgasm he pulled out of you, but your body reacts on its own volition.Â
âI didnât know you were on the pill,â he continues as he wipes down your sweat with the towel.Â
âA recent development,â you say, eyes heavy with sleepiness. âStarted it a while ago, I meant to tell you.âÂ
âThatâs fine.â He cleans up the residue between your thighs lastly. The pressure of his touch is so careful, in case youâre overstimulated. âHonestly, I think I found out about it in the best way.âÂ
A small chuckle from you eases his heart. The image of you lying naked on your belly, your head turned to the side with bleary eyes is like a painting to him. He leans down and places a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades.Â
âCan I wake you up in the morning?â he mutters into your skin before hoisting your camisole to its place on your shoulders.Â
You understand his implication. âYeah, but no sooner than eight or Iâll be super cranky.âÂ
âWeâll miss breakfast.âÂ
âBreakfast or sex. The choice is yours.âÂ
âRoom service it is.âÂ
Eventually, he finds your panties and shorts under the blankets, lifts them up over your hips, and finishes dressing you.
You give him a smile, fingers resting on your lips as you ponder. âI have something to ask you.â
âI know,â he replies, too quickly. Heâs aware of the things heâs just said. âI know you want to talk about it. But I feel awful for disturbing your sleep. Youâre tired. We can talk all you want in the morning. Just know that I meant it.âÂ
âCâmere,â you whisper, rolling onto your side to reach out to him.
This time, itâs Leon who seeks warmth, succumbing to the balmy caress of your hand as you pull him in.
The kiss is too soft, too fragile, and he wants it to linger forever.Â
Heâs offended when you pull away abruptly. But that feeling is short-lived as you turn your head away to sneeze twice. âBless you,â he says.Â
Deep down inside, remembering he changed the settings of the AC, he rolls his eyes at himself. He gets up and turns it off, throwing the soiled toilet papers in the trash on his way. âIâll call the reception the first thing tomorrow.âÂ
Leon is insatiable.Â
The first things he notices when he opens his crusty eyes is his morning wood and the deep red hues scattered across the back of your neck in front of his face. Wiping the sleep from his eyes with one handâthe other arm trapped under your neckâhe presses himself to your backside. A repeat of what started everything.Â
He retracts after letting out a low growl into your hair, only to roll you on your back by your shoulders. Youâre still asleep, muscles all soft and pliant under his maneuvering. So pretty, he thinks. The tiny flutter of your eyelashes casts soft, quivering shadows on the apples of your cheeks as warm sunlight streams into the room through a narrow gap in the curtains. Hovering over you between your legs, he cups your face, thumbs caressing the dainty shadows. His breaths fan your face as a gentle nudge to your slumber.Â
âBabyâŚâ he croaks, voice all ragged from hours of disuse over the night.Â
Even in your sleep you seek out his touch, nuzzling your face into his palm, rousing something carnal in him. His lips get to work on your throat briskly, sucking the delicate skin, humming against it.Â
He feels the vibrations of the mellow sound your throat gives out against his lips and continues the path down to your clavicle, leaving ruddy blemishes behind. Rubbing up and down on your thighs, his palms curve behind the backs of your knees, bending them to spread your legs completely open against the bed. He presses his hard-on to your center.Â
Your cunt must be sore, heâll kiss it better.Â
He mouths at the tops of your breasts, palms fondling them up in his face. âIâll take care of you,â he whispers, though youâre too drowsy to hear.Â
His head slips down the blanket, your cover slides down your body as it gets caught on his broad back, opening an airway for him.Â
He starts littering kisses on the inside of your thigh, beginning from your knee and continuing the path up to your groin, pulling back each time his nose touches the verge of your panties. He looks up expectantly to see you stir. Because once he sees you awake, heâll devour you.Â
You are stirring, head lolling in an attempt to turn on your side. Leonâs hands quickly clamp down on your thighs, âNuh-uh.â He denies you, keeping your hips still. His mouth switches to your other thigh, repeating his ministrations.Â
His teeth graze the edge of your underwear. Your leg twitches under his touch, which further encourages his sudden urge.Â
Blunt teeth sink into the soft, supple flesh of your inner thigh.Â
That seems to wake you up as your head jerks, hand flying to his hair between your legs under the blanket. âOw.âÂ
âMorning.â His tongue darts out to soothe the dull ache.Â
With heavy eyelids, you crane your neck to assess the situation. His lips are slick and plump from all the kissing and biting. âMhm. Good morning.â Yawning, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, the other one cards through Leonâs hair lazily. As your grip tightens, you drop your head back to the pillow to blink away the haziness.Â
The sounds of his lips smacking against your skin are accompanied by the fan noises filling the room. You realize youâre no longer sweating like you were through the night, when the broken air-conditioning left you swelteringâor would have had you freezing if it were actually running. Youâre confused. âACâs working again?âÂ
You feel him smiling against your thigh. âYeah. Called the reception and everything.âÂ
âWhat was wrong with it?âÂ
âIâm literally in between your legs and thatâs what you wanna know? Like, right now?â He nuzzles your underwear, placing a kiss on your clothed center to stress his frustration, which you reply with a startled whimper.Â
âFirst, I risked frostbite and then sweated like it was hell. Of fucking course I wanna know the reason of my suffering.âÂ
âYou didnât suffer,â he says in a jeering tone, fingers hooking under your panties to peel them off. Heâs quick to get rid of that obstructive piece of fabric. âIâd say I took pretty good care of you.âÂ
You roll your eyes dramatically. âYeah, yeahâworldâs best husband or whatever, keeps waking me up because heâs horny.âÂ
âHey, you said breakfast or pussy and I made my choice.âÂ
He licks a path up from your entrance to your clit, your hips jump. He grips your thighs and slings them over his shoulders.Â
âI did not say that.â Words slurred, your eyes close upon the honeyed sensation.Â
âSomething along those lines,â he mumbles, lips brushing against the sensitive little bud of nerves.Â
You kick the blanket off his back so he doesnât suffocate under the heat. The slight temperature change makes your hips jerk up to his face, his morning stubble scratches the insides of your thighs deliciously. He drapes an arm across your abdomen to keep you steady. His other arm tugs on the thigh slung over his shoulder, only slightly, to make room for his head.Â
Two fingers brush your slit, spreading apart slowly to gain access to your most sensitive parts. Itâs still a little tender and swollen that when his hot breath fans across the sensitive flesh, your legs try to shut instinctively. His hold grows stronger to remind you not to squash his head. He licks a broad swipe up your slit and looks up at you through his long lashes.Â
You canât help but moan. He looks so pretty like this.Â
Leaning forward, he places a kiss directly on your clitoris, the soft smack sound sends a hot burn to your ears.Â
He parts his lips to suck your sensitive clit into his mouth, your back arches as you gasp. His plump lips pull on the taut flesh, making you writhe against the sheets. Now aware of your fist that was bunching the sheets this whole time, you let go to join it with your other hand in his hair. Â
Heâs always liked your hands in his hair, petting it, tugging at it, pulling it to steer him to where you need him most, he loves it all. He moans as you make a mess of his soft tresses, sending jolts of vibrations up your body.Â
Relaxing his tight jaw with a wet pop, he quickly drops a kiss to the juncture of your thigh and begins to lap up your dripping mound like a starved man.Â
âLeon!â Your back arches again, hands buried in his hair pressing his face firmly between your legs. Youâre not sure if he can even breathe with your thighs caging him. You donât care, heâll tap you if he wants to take a breather.Â
Blindly, the hand that keeps your slit open slides up to your chest, to push between the valley of your breasts. You clutch your palm on the back of his hand, fingers slotting between his. He squeezes his hand once. Iâm alright, it means. He keeps your intertwined hands there.Â
His face burrows deeper into your slick, thrusting his tongue into your hole in and out. Nose pressed against your clit, he hums contentedly and starts wiggling his head, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.Â
The gasps that fall from your lips fuel him, he drags his tongue back up to your sensitive bud, flicking up and down with only one goal in his mind.Â
Up and down. Suck. Up and down. Suck.Â
âToo much, âs too much!â You repeat with a shaky voice. But you are insatiable too, with the way you guide his hand to your tit, encouraging him to squeeze tight.Â
âI know, baby, I know. Just tell me when,â he rasps, trying to keep up with your bucking hips. Groping your breast under your pressing palm, he canât quite reach to your shoulder to lower the straps of your top, though his fingers find your taut nipple through the fabric and start to draw circles around the pebbled peak.Â
His stubble burns your thighs so good it only drives you more crazy. Your droopy eyes lock with his determined ones, mouth hanging open in a silent moan, hand brushing away the hair on his forehead.Â
He tightens his tongue and places the tip of it right on your sensitive clit, wriggling the wet muscle in a snake-like fashion, and listens to your moans. Each roll of his tongue is a sweet torment, delivering sparks of pleasure to your quivering body.Â
âThatâs notâah!âthatâs not fair.âÂ
His mouth never leaving your pussy, he hums questioningly. âMm?â The short syllable vibrates through your core, making you fussier.Â
Whatâs not fair? His hips grinding into the mattress? The hand that previously held you down now slipping under his boxers to rub his slick, swollen tip? Fairness is not even the last thing on his mind right now. Heâs too drunk on your essence, happily suffocated between your legs, unaware of the fast pace his hand picks up on his cock. Heâs fully pumping himself.Â
You also know youâre not making any sense. A hot blush warms your chest, travels up your neck to your ears, a thin sheen of sweat coating your skin. Your body is screaming for release, of course you donât have any idea what you are blabbering about.Â
Feeling your clit pulse beneath his tongue, he waits to hear your staccato breathing, waits for the tumble of unintelligible words to fall on his ears.Â
âLeon, Iâm⌠Iâmâah, fuck!âÂ
Just before the intense wave of pleasure comes crashing down on you, he tears his mouth away from you, panting for oxygen.Â
âNo, please,â you cry out. âDonât be mean.âÂ
Not wanting to deny you stimulation, he gets to work on your tit and gives it a firm squeeze for good measure before returning his fingers to your aching nipple. He toys with it, flicking, pressing down, pinching through fabric. You whine softly through it all, trying to wrap your trembling legs tighter around his head so he could return to what he was doing before.Â
âPlease, I was about to comeâŚâÂ
âI know, honey, Iâm sorry. I needed to breathe.â He plucks at your nipple, rolling it before returning to your sex.Â
This time he alternates between kitten licks and soft kisses on your clit, meant to be soothing. It feels as if heâs grazing a feather on your oversensitive, swelled up nerves. Itâs so ticklish that your hips jump to chase after the phantom itch.Â
Thatâs all it takes for the overwhelming waves of pleasure to come crashing down on you. The coil in your belly snaps. Eager as ever, he presses his open and panting mouth against your cunt, moaning against the spasming flesh. Cleaning up the remnants of your climax is only a poor excuse for his lips to linger. He presses a kiss to your thigh before pulling away from between your legs, the slick coating his mouth and chin leaves your skin damp.Â
Taking a deep breath, he rises to sit on his knees between your thighs. Your legs drop from his shoulders. Pride fills his chest once he eyes up the litter of love-bites on your flushed skin. His doing. The rapid rise and fall of your chest. Also his doing.Â
Through a fucked-out smile, you say, âWhat? Whatâs so funny?âÂ
Unaware that heâs cheesing, he shakes his head. âNothing, honey. You look so pretty.âÂ
âI feel nasty, though.âÂ
He shuts you up with a kiss, making you taste yourself on his tongue.Â
âMm⌠How about you?â you mumble into the kiss while ruffling his soft hair.Â
His hips are grinding against his hand in a faint rhythm, palm stroking up and down slowly. He huffs. âKeep spreading your legs and it wonât take long.âÂ
Discerning the questioning raise of your brow, he swipes a thumb at the corner of your lip. âIâm not gonna put it in. I know youâre sensitive, baby. Trust me. Please?âÂ
You wiggle a bit to open your legs further, trying to find a comfortable spot on the bed because the way he kept pinning you has you feeling sores on your butt. âYeah, okay.âÂ
Lining himself up against your slit, he hovers his cock above your puffy cunt and keeps stroking. He groans and bucks into his hand, head falling backwards. You whimper and bunch the sheets in your fists. He looks so hot. His hair is chaotically messy, lips swollen and slick, hand working desperately on his cock. Your pussy flutters at the sight.Â
Eyes zeroing in on your center, he says, âShow me. Hold yourself open.âÂ
You reach down and spread yourself for him, shamelessly displaying what he wants. Your hole clenches down on nothing upon the little stretch, pulling another groan out of him.Â
Heâs grinning, head tilted to the side. âFuck, thatâs it. Like what you see, huh?âÂ
You nod fast, staring at the movement between your legs. Itâs captivating.Â
Feeling devious, you lift your hips slightly to touch your pulsing clit to his red tip, directly to his precum-coated slit. Like a featherlight kiss. It sends a pleasurable shock through your entire body, you plop down on the bed again.Â
âOh shitâyouâŚâ His expression tells you heâs very close.
Gripping your thigh, he jerks himself to completion against your twitching pussy. Thick spurts of cum coat your center and belly, your thighs get to have their fair share, too.Â
A breathless laugh escapes him, like he canât quite believe what just happened. His gaze softens, as though clearing a daze. âIâm sorry. Let me carry you to the bathroom.â
A quiet shift lingers in the air.Â
Heâs so silent while massaging shampoo into your hair, cocooned by your arms around his waist, water cascading over his back. His lips are set in a straight line, eyes roaming your face and coming back to meet your gaze every once in a while.Â
You and him, in that sacred, safe haven again.Â
I can hear you think. He wills you to speak without saying the words.Â
âYou donât need to be scared.âÂ
His hands pause in your hair. Of what?Â
âThe things you said at the beach yesterday⌠You donât need to be scared, Leon. Iâm not going anywhere. Iâm not leaving you,â you continue.Â
He pulls you closer, cups the back of your neck and rests your head on his shoulder. I love you.Â
âAnd I donât think Iâll ever get tired of seeing your face. I miss it terribly when youâre away.â You nudge his neck with your nose.Â
He closes his eyes. I love you.Â
âTell me a truth?â you whisper, watching the slow up and down of his Adamâs apple.Â
The urge to draw you even closer to himself is too strong. Come, live inside my skinâIâm yours, anyway. Instead, he opens his heavy-lidded eyes, locking his gaze with yours.Â
âI love you.âÂ
With a slow and languid kiss, he seals his lips to yours, weaving your souls together in that tranquil, infinite moment.Â
âAt times I think of human relationships as something soft like sand or water, and by pouring them into particular vessels we give them shape.â
â Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You
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Baby Ricciardo Incoming : ĚĚâDaniel Ricciardo
summary: work has always been the focus for daniel, but as he watches you with his niece, he can't help but find himself wondering if he wants work to be his priority for much longer
âLook!â Your niece ran over to you, holding her hand out to show you the seashell that she had found on the beach.Â
You placed your book down, holding your hand underneath hers so that you could take a closer look at it. âWow, thatâs beautiful,â you smiled in reply, adding to her enthusiasm as she bounced on the tips of her toes.Â
âCan you come and help me find some more Y/N?â She excitedly asked you, trying to take a hold of your hand and pull you along with her. You looked to Daniel who was watching the conversation unfold, nodding his head as you stood up and placed your book back into your bag.Â
âLast one to the water is a smelly fish!â You teased, sprinting off down to the shoreline as your niece hurried behind you. You could hear her giggles as she tried to catch up, shouting out how you cheated first.Â
Whilst you entertained his niece, Daniel was left with the rest of his family watching the situation unfold. âSheâs so good with her,â Danielâs sister commented.Â
His brother-in-law nodded in agreement with her, inviting himself into the conversation. âDo you know how many times she asked this morning whether you guys were coming? She thought we were messing with her but sheâs been beyond excited to hang out with Y/N today.âÂ
âSheâs got that spark about her when it comes to kids,â Daniel proudly smiled, watching the two of you as you inspected the beach for more shells. âHowever much she loves hanging out with Y/N, Y/N loves hanging out with her just as much, itâs about the only time she gets to hang around with a child these days.âÂ
âDoes she not have any on her side of the family?â Danielâs mum asked him.Â
As Danielâs head shook, there was surprise among the group. âSheâs a natural,â his dad commented, âIâm surprised she doesnât have lots of children in her life with how good of a job she does with them.â He added, watching as Daniel nodded in agreement, unable to hide the smile on his face.Â
âSheâs been desperate for a niece or nephew on her side of the family, but her siblings donât seem to be in any rush,â Daniel informed them all, unable to take his eyes away from watching you and his niece play.Â
You had the attention of several other family members at the same time too. âWhy is it up to her siblings to be the ones to have a baby on her side?â His mum quizzed.Â
âWell...â Daniel stuttered, quickly picking up on the hint that his mother was dropping in response to him.Â
Luckily for Daniel you were soon disturbed by some shrieks as your niece came sprinting back up the beach with you in tow behind her.Â
âWeâve got so many shells!âÂ
There were smiles all around as your niece scattered the shells around where the blankets had been laid out on the beach. Everyone inspected them closely, sounding a little more excited than they actually were in order to add to the smile that was on your nieceâs face.Â
âYou did such a good job,â Daniel grinned as his niece took a seat beside him, just as you managed to climb back up the bank and rejoin the rest of Danielâs family.Â
âY/N found my favourite one,â she told him, showing him the large, pink shell that you found buried in a pile of sand.Â
âSheâs got a good eye for nice looking things,â Daniel teased, feeling your hand hit over the top of his head. Luckily for Daniel, his joke went straight about his nieceâs head as she just nodded in agreement with him.Â
Once you were seated, you shuffled closer into Danielâs side. Your niece ran off to show her collection to her parents leaving the two of you sat alone, a short distance between you and the rest of the family.Â
Danielâs arm draped across your shoulders as you sat down, allowing your head to rest against his shoulder. âHave I mentioned how beautiful you look today?â He asked you.Â
âWhat have you done?â You sniggered, âor what do you want from me?âÂ
âIâve just been sat admiring you and how beautiful you looked whilst you were playing down there,â Daniel whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYou know she always has the best time with you, Nicole was telling me how much she was pestering them to make sure you joined us today.âÂ
âSheâs a great kid, itâs always fun hanging out with her,â you responded, smiling to yourself as you continued to hear her giggles in the background.Â
Daniel hummed in agreement with you, although his niece was great, it was your company that really gave her that extra injection of enthusiasm. âShe wonât want us to leave tomorrow.âÂ
âI donât want to leave tomorrow either,â you admitted, taking Daniel by surprise. âI love Monaco, but this just feels right. I feel like a big kid whenever Iâm with your niece.âÂ
There was a seriousness beside you that you rarely saw in Daniel, listening intently as you spoke. âEveryone here today has said how amazing you are with her, and I couldnât agree more,â he noted, watching as your smile turned up in response to the compliment that you received from his family.Â
âWhereâs this coming from Daniel?â You asked, turning around so that you were facing him. There was a glimmer in his eye that you hadnât seen for quite some time, a brightness that had you wondering what exactly was going through his mind.Â
There was a moment of quiet as Daniel composed himself, feeling your eyes watching him closely. âI guess being here, and listening to everyone itâs just got me thinking.âÂ
âWhat are you thinking about?â You pushed a little further.Â
âUs...I guess...and how our future looks.âÂ
You didnât quite know what to say as Daniel spoke, it was a conversation that you and Daniel very rarely had. âHow does our future look to you?â You questioned, although you already knew the answer, Danielâs career was his focus as he told you time and time again.Â
âI know I love my job, but itâs not what Iâm going to be able to do forever, and weâre not getting any younger,â Daniel admitted, âmaybe Iâd be a little more open to starting to think about having kids then I have been before.âÂ
âReally?â You smiled, taken aback, âthis is a change of attitude.âÂ
He could easily put his finger on the reason why his attitude had changed, seeing you with his niece was beyond special to him. Youâd always assured Daniel that youâd wait until he was ready but in a sudden change of events it seemed as though Daniel had decided that he didnât want to wait much longer. And although you disguised it well, it was music to your ears to hear it.Â
âYou know, thereâs no one else Iâd ever want to call the mother of my child,â Daniel whispered into your ear, making sure that no one else could hear.Â
âAnd thereâs no one else that Iâd want to share that journey with either,â you added, pushing yourself further into Danielâs side. As you got closer, you could hear him giggling away to himself, his smile was wide, his heart was bursting with love.Â
As much as he loved the people around him, there was a missing piece to his family that Daniel was starting to crave. âI donât think my mum would be able to contain herself if we gave her another grandchild either.âÂ
âI never said anything, but sheâs been asking me for months when weâre having a baby,â you informed him, hearing Daniel scoff.Â
His eyes rolled at how typical it was of her. âEven after all these years together, Iâm sure my mum is still obsessed with you, she loves you more than me sometimes I swear.âÂ
âI donât think sheâs the only one,â you smirked, admiring the adoring look that Daniel gave you once again.Â
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NOT SO HAPPY HOLIDAYS - LN4
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christmas special
part one - part two - part three - part four
summary : As the days start getting closer to Christmas, you find yourself even more comfortable with your previous enemy. In a drunken spirit and ego boosted from karaoke, Lando canât control his words. Even when Max finds you two in bed together.
og summary : Spending Christmas with my brothers best friend isnât my ideal way to celebrate. With my parents in the maldives and my ex calling me non stop, I was hoping for a small town cozy christmas! I was going to get that with Max and his girlfriend until Lando Norris worked his way into the mix.
listen up : dual pov! alcohol! swearing! drunk lando!
words : 3334
â・â§Ëâ
âLando. Listen to me.â Oscar says over the phone, his voice registering in my brain but being distinctly distracted by two women taking instagram photos next to me.
âI am listening.â I mumble, watching Y/n turn and smile at the camera. My phone vibrates in my hand and I see that Oscar has requested facetime instead.
âWhat?â I look at the man whoâs sitting in the sun and probably at the beach, âCan you pay attention for two seconds? I donât want to be talking about work either.â
I sigh, turning away from the girls, âCan I ask you something?â I walk farther away just in case they can hear me.
Oscar groans at me still being off topic, âShoot.â
âHow did you know Lily fancied you?â
His brow jolts up, âI mean, We were pretty young, I just remember that she spoke to me a lot and she-â Lily pops her head in the call now.
âDon't listen to him, Lando! He was absolutely oblivious even though I was literally a giggling school girl around him.â
Oscar looks at her lovingly, âYou were quite smiley.â
âOkay wrap it up lovebirds.â I roll my eyes.
Lily leaves and Oscar looks at me quizzically again, âSo, who do you like so much that would possess you to ask that question?â I stay quiet for a moment, glancing back at Y/n whoâs backlit by the sun, âArenât you with your family? Or Max and his girlfriend right?â
âNo one. Iâm just curious.â Deny deny deny.
He hums, âWait⌠Doesn't Max have that sister you stalked all year-â
âOkay bye Oscar!â
He scrambles to get words in, âWait we still need to talk about-â
I hang up on him.
âŕźş
Max and I have been kicked out by our the women. More like I was kicked out and Max was just craving a coffee. Itâs not my fault I canât cook!
After almost catching Y/nâs hair on fire, I was banished to the little coffee shop thatâs been getting us through this week.
The barista hands us our coffees and one hot chocolate for Y/n. Max and I walk slowly to our car, looking at the scenery on the way. âIâm excited for Christmas.â
I smile as Max hums, âYouâre awfully chipper.â He gives me a side eye and a smirk, to which I promptly shove him, âUgh! I do not want to know!â
He laughs, âI know that P teases you about it, But I really do think a girlfriend would be good for you.â
I donât just want a girlfriend. I want Y/n. I kick a rock at my feet, mumbling, âYeah I doubt that.â I meant that he wouldnât want me to have a girlfriend if it was his sister, just he scoffs.
âThink about it! This year was completely fucked and yeah a lot of good shit happened but imagine how much easier the bad shit would be if you were in love.â
âYouâre disgusting. Us ten years ago would be gagging at this conversation.â
Heâs smiling still, âYeah and thatâs because I am in love.â I roll my eyes at his cheesy ass, âHow do you have no roster, mate? Itâs honestly embarrassing.â
âMaybe I do.â I sip my coffee, âI donât have to tell you everything.â
âMaybe iâm just hanging out with Y/n and P too much, their best friend girly vibes are fun.â He points to me, âStill, itâs break! Get your groove on!â
I walk faster, shaking my head. âGroove? Iâm going to leave you in the snow.â
âŕźş
you
Iâm in a mini dress in the snow. What could go wrong?
I slip five minutes out the door which makes Landoâs arm become my new best friend even though my faux fur coat keeps tickling him.
We may or may not have pregamed for the tiny local bar which has me slipping on ice. âFour jolly jolly shots pleaseâŚâ Lando reads off the bar's menu, laughing a bit.
He looks good. Like really really good. His curls are perfect as usual and when he leans over to talk to the bartender, his dark green shirt tugs against his arms.
My brothers arm goes around my neck, tugging me and laughing, âMerry Christmas, sis!â
âLet go of me you vermin!â
âShots!â P sings, handing me mine.
âCheers to us!â Max grins, holding his tiny glass up.
âCheers to Christmas.â P smiles happily.
Lando taps his glass on the table along with us, winking at me, âCheers.â We all down the weird peppermint alcohol and swiftly make our way to the dance floor.
We sing along to shitty music and dance together in a crowd of college kids home for break, and their parents.
Landoâs hand finds my waist and is quickly slapped away. He gives me a pouty look which I find annoyingly attractive and quickly turns it into a smirk.
I down my drink, spinning back to my friends and dodging a guy and his friends. âHey!â The guy smirks and I accidentally laugh in his face, he looks about five years younger than me and is staring at my chest.
I find my friends laughing and drinking with a random man who sort of looks like santa.
âY/n!â Lando puts his arm around me which I promptly pull off.
âArenât you busy trying to hook up with a tourist?â I blink at him while my brother and P are distracted.
He leans in a bit, âYouâre a tourist, arenât you?â
âYou trying to get in my pants, Norris?â This makes him smile.
âIâm familiar with the area.â
I find myself at the bar again, but this time I order water. P and I giggle at the sight of Max and Lando just standing there looking lost without us.
âIâm really proud of you.â P says out of the blue.
I frown, âThanks? Iâm proud of you too.â
âI just mean⌠youâve been through a lot.â I know what she means. My ex. âAnd youâre the best person I know.â
I smile, âI adore you, P.â
The truth is, my ex cheating really did break me. But I already knew something was wrong. I wasnât being treated correctly and honestly breaking up with him was not on the top of my to-do list.
P was always there for me, my brother is a lot to handle and sometimes I just need a girl to talk to. That girl for me is P.
She pops back to her boyfriend while my water gets refilled. I swear this altitude is fucking with me, iâm so thirsty all the time.
âHi.â I'm about to yell at the college guy who approaches me, until I realize there is no way this man is under twenty five.
âOh! Hi.â I smile politely and tap the bar.
I clock his douchy attitude as soon as his ringed hand (which definitely came from shein) and patchwork tattoos land on the bar, clearly flexing.
âYouâre gorgeous⌠Sorry, I just had to tell you!â He acts shy, like itâs horribly embarrassing to hit on. woman.
âThank youâŚâ Is all I can say before he continues.
âIâm Seth!â Heâs australian⌠I think? Heâs got short hair with dark skin that makes his eyes pop. âAre you visiting? I am.â
I nod and sip my water, âYeahâŚâ
âMy girlfriend used to live here! My friends let me choose the place andâŚâ Heâs going on a long rant that I definitely did not consent to hear.
Heâs loud in the way that iâm embarrassed to be heard with because heâs talking nonsense and trying to scoot closer to me with every word he speaks.
I bring my glass to my lips again, looking around then back to Seth who is still talking about his ex. Did I do something to offend the universe?
The hand on my hip scares me, but I donât jump. I know the feeling too well by now. Landoâs smiling at the bartender, a protective arm around me, âThree green tea shots, thanks.â
He leans his hip against the bar, holding me close as my cheeks go red and I start chugging my water. Seth looks absolutely astonished, âWhoâs your new friend, Sunshine?â
âSeth.â I say, swirling my straw around the cold glass.
âHey manâŚâ Seth looks scared. âI- I didnât know she was taken.â
âSheâs not.â Heâs quick with it and I have to bite back my smile to contain myself from embarrassing Seth even more.
âOhâŚâ Seth hums, clearly wanting to go but I know Landoâs doing that thing where he states blankly at someone while smiling. âWell uhâŚâ
âChoose your words carefully, Seth.â Lando slides him the shot then hands one to me. I decline and he downs it easily.
âThanks.â He downs the drink with Lando, âAnd sorry.â Seth looks at me before scurrying off.
I turn to Lando, his hand never moving from my body, âWho knew you were so intimidating?
He shrugs, âI donât mess around with the people I care about. Plus he just seemed like he was bugging you.â
âQuite talkative.â I smile softly as he laughs, âYouâre good at the whole protective act.â
âWho said I was acting?â His face is serious when he says it, but immediately changes when he hears Maxâs voice.
âYo!â His hand drops to his side and he smiles at my approaching brother, âThey have karaoke!â
P and Max end up on stage exactly two drinks later. I stick to water, my head already hurts from the others singing.
They're singing Ainât No Mountain High Enough, and sort of slaying it. Max spins P as they both laugh and pretend theyâre at some sort of concert.
âPlease get up there!â I giggle with Lando, my hand on his arm as he smiles at me in that dreamy way he does so often.
âNo way, Sunshine.â His eyes lined on my lips, his words a bit slurred.
âPlease, Lan?â
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, âWhatâll you give me if I do?â My breathing quickens as he looks at me, drunk and so out of it that he looks like heâs about to kiss me.
I reach my arm out to fix the messy bit of his hair. His eyes follow my hand and drift down my arm back to me. Thereâs something so personal about the way he looks at me but itâs hard to explain.
Heâs got many different expressions and maybe I'm just a bit self centered, but I swear he has some just for me.
Heâs drunk now so all secrecy goes out the window. Heâs lucky Max and P are singing so horribly on the tiny sticky stage.
âWhatever you want.â I pull my hand away, âWhen youâre sober, though.â
âIâm not even that many drinks in!â He scoffs in a whiny tone.
Heâs five drinks in I think.
âBut iâll do whatever you say apparently.â His chair makes noise against the floors, practically pushing P and Max off the stage as his chosen music starts.
Linger, by the cranberries.
My smile grows as he starts, absolutely butchering the song immediately. He looks fucking free and absolutely ridiculous.
The microphone against his lips as he spins around and points to me, âYouâve got me wrapped around your fingerrrrrr!â
It was my favorite song in highschool.
Heâs a terrible singer and incredibly drunk but knows all the lyrics by heart.
Max starts videoing and Lando flips him off, P is actually in tears and I feel a sense of calm and quiet happiness. Itâs weird to think about, especially surrounded by sound and drunken people.
Still, I really do appreciate my friends in moments like these. I watch Lando on the stage again, his eyes are closed and heâs singing along quietly.
Most of the bar claps when heâs done, providing him false confidence even as he almost falls from the stage.
Lando slumps himself in the chair next to mine, Max and I speaking about old Christmasâ and how weird it is that so many things have changed.
P talks about her family traditions and how sheâs happy weâre all together even if it is a bit unconventional.
Lando stays quiet, just hums along to the music and keeps his eyes closed. Max laughs at his friend, âReady for bed, Bob?â
âI can drive back.â I sit up.
Max and P arenât quite ready to go and assure me that they can take a cab. Lando, however is piss drunk and giggling at everything I say.
He holds onto my hand as we leave, the cold air hitting him like a wreck, âAy!â He practically runs to the car, tries to get in the driver's seat, and finally gives in to me driving.
âI don't want to go back!â He complains as I drive off.
âWe can⌠look at lights?â He nods eagerly and rests his head against my arm, his fingers drift up and down my arm, doodling invisible drawings.
I drive through the small neighborhoods, all quiet for the time of night. The lights are bright and nothing like where I actually live.
Lando slips his hand in mine, holding it tight and looking out the front window. I let him rub his thumb against my skin, acknowledging the goosebumps it sends up arm.
Maybe I let myself pretend like it means something more than Landoâs drunk touchy self.
His curls brush my bare arm because he requested I take off my coat and turn the heat up instead because it was âitching himâ.
And I did it because something about Lando makes me just want to say yes.
âI wanna house like that.â He says, pointing to a medium sized white home. Itâs got colorful lights all over and a tiny display of Rudolph in the yard.
âI like this one.â I take my free hand off the wheel for a second and point. Itâs across the street and covered in white lights.
I keep driving as Lando turns the radio on which is playing Christmas music.
He hums along with the song that he most definitely doesnât know.
His hand goes to my hair, twirling it around his finger as he looks up at me, doe eyed, âCan I have my reward now.â
âYouâre nowhere close to being sober, love.â
He stops when I speak, whispering as if thereâs a million people around, âYou called me love.â
âYouâre not even gonna remember this tomorrow.â
He gasps, âTomorrow's Christmas eve! What a good present. You love me.â He hums and rests his head back against my shoulder.
âKeep dreaming, Norris.â I say while smiling.
We look at all the different lights, rating them and laughing. I mostly laugh at drunk Lando who canât stop laughing.
Lando rolls down the window and even though itâs freezing, I let him. Itâs silent out, except for our music on low.
âDo you like me?â Lando asks as I start back to our place.
I raise a brow, âSure.â
âBut do you?â He looks up at me but I donât dare look down.
âI donât hate you.â
Itâs easier to get him into the house than it was to get him in the car. Besides a tiny slip, he laughs it off and instantly pulls his shirt off when we step inside the hot house.
We both stumble upstairs, I'm so tired that I could fall asleep on the floor. Yet I drag myself into the bathroom and remove my makeup and change into sweats and a hoodie.
Lando is in sweats now, leaning against the bathroom door as I brush my hair. âI canât sleep.â
I laugh, âYou havenât even tried.â
âCome with me?â I shake my head, going to my own bed. He follows me still, catching my wrist and begging, âPlease. Iâm cold.â
âYou have no shirt on.â
âI want you to.â He admits and for a second I wish he wasnât so fond of Vodka.
Iâm dragged into his bed, his arms wrapping around me quickly and humming against my hoodie, âYouâre warm.â His hand goes to mine again, holding it.
âYouâre gonna get us in trouble.â I say as I see the smirk on his face.
âThe doors locked.â
His hand is still intertwined with mine when he looks up at me. I probably look terrible, but he just smiles.
âYouâre really beautiful, Sunny.â His voice is clear and the softest itâs been in a while, especially while drunk.
He yawns and rests his head back on me. Lando whispers while his eyes are closed, iâm not even sure if he meant to say it out loud, but he does. âI hate you for it.â
Itâs the first time his words really hit me.
âWhy?â I whisper, staring up at the ceiling.
âYou know.â And then heâs asleep and iâm stuck with a man cuddling me who I think I just might like more than I ever thought I could.
âŕźş
Thereâs few times in my life where I completely regret my lifeâs decisions. This might just be one of them.
Max is staring at us with his mouth open.
Max is staring at Landoâs shirtless self and his bare arm thatâs around me!
I elbow Lando so hard that he wakes up with a groan. âFive more minutes.â He tries to pull me closer but I slap him again.
He opens his eyes this time, at first theyâre narrowed at me as if I had the audacity to wake him up. Then he turns his head to what iâm staring at and promptly sits up straight.
âGoodmorning, Max!â He grins.
âShut the fuck up.â My brother responds, Landoâs face goes slack and lays back down, covering his face with a pillow, âIs this why you two wanted to leave early yesterday?â
âNo!â I say right as Lando says, âYes!â
âI think I'm going to throw up.â Max starts pacing while I see P peek her head in from my room, surveying the situation as I mouth âhelp meâ and he leaves me.
âChill out! Nothing happened.â I say while Lando moans and reaches for the water on his bedside table. âRight, Lando!?â I hit him again.
He sends me an annoyed look, âRight.â He takes a drink, wiping his mouth and looking at Max, âTrust me mate if something did happen she wouldnât be wearing anything.â
I think he might still be drunk.
Max and I scream in unison. I climb out of the bed, my leg getting stuck in the bedsheet.
âI came to check if you two were still alive because itâs eleven in the morning, but Landoâs door was locked. Yours wasnât and your room connector was wide open!â I roll my eyes and stomp into my room.
âHis drunk ass practically dragged me in there and I wanted to sleep!â I shrug, putting on my slippers and pulling my bed head hair into a messy bun.
âMy head is pounding, can you two be quiet!?â Lando says from the other room.
Max follows me down the stairs, âNothing happened?â
âNothing happened!â I echo, finding P in the kitchen and sending her a wide eyed look, âHe was drunk, Max.â
I pour myself some coffee, crossing my arms as Max gives me a look. Lando comes thumping down the stairs, hoodie on now with his hair an absolute mess. âGuysâŚâ
Max stops him, âIf you make another sex joke Lan, I might kill you.â
âHey!â He groans, taking my coffee from out of my hands and drinking it! I roll my eyes and pour myself another. âI was just going to say-â
âChoose your words very carefully, Norris.â I mumble.
âHappy Christmas Eve.â He raises his mug, smiling at all of us.
âOh.â Max blinks as P lets out a little snort.
âWell thenâŚâ P smiles at me, âI think itâs time to cook!â
#fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#f1 fic#lando norris#lando norris fanfic#lando x reader#lando imagine#lando norris series#lando norris fluff#lando x you#f1 christmas#christmas fanfic
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tease, choi seungcheol


⍠pairing, choi seungcheol x reader ⍠warnings, non-idol au, fluff, brother's best friend trope, mutual attraction, lots of romantic tension, one kiss, cursing (seungcheol says 'fucking' once), reader is mingyu's younger sister, slight age gap (seungcheol is 3 years older than reader), reader is a girlboss, seungcheol pretends to act shy but eventually takes control, very self-indulgent ⍠synopsis, seungcheol was a patient person, really. he had tried his hardest to hold back. when it came to you, though, he lost all of that virtue.
⍠author's note, requested by @hhaechansmoless!! felt like i was about to get into writer's block earlier today and calli came to the rescue with this idea đALSO pls bear with me!! changed my theme today which means changing my layout âNOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO enjoy this "brother's best friend" seungcheol fic! (p.s. thanks to @yudaies and @slytherinshua for being a real one and helping me out)
⍠now playing, telepatia (kali uchis)
⍠word count, 1.5k (yeah im sorry) | for @kstrucknet
if it wasn't annoyingly obvious by now, your eyes had one destination this whole trip, and that was on choi seungcheol, your older brother's best friend.
you and mingyu's family had gone on a weekend trip to an expensive beach house to celebrate your college graduation, and you had been all over seungcheol ever since he showed up to the front door step of your house. as much as seungcheol pretended to deny it, he couldn't help but admit that he thought the way that you wanted to be all over him was adorable.
you had liked seungcheol ever since he and mingyu were seniors in high school: as mingyu's best friend, he came home after school often, and you stared at him like he had hung the sun in the sky.
it was an unspoken rule that seungcheol had made years ago when he noticed how pretty you wereâyou were mingyu's younger sister, and dating you would be weird, especially since you were almost three years younger than him.
no matter how hard seungcheol worked to uphold the promise he had made, you made it extremely hard, especially when you were so confident and direct in what you wanted. seungcheol found that aspect of you so attractive, and as much as he pretended to be shy and reserved about you, his patience was wearing thin.
as you stared at seungcheol's shirtless figure, trying your hardest not to gape at his muscled back and arms, you thought to yourself how you would let seungcheol know what you wanted. it was obvious to everyone how much you wanted seungcheol (even mingyu knew your schoolgirl crush)âeveryone except seungcheol.
the sun was starting to set, shimmering in the pool's water as mingyu came up from under the surface, hair like a mop on his head as he laughed. your mother and father were somewhere inside, probably up to no good, leaving you, mingyu, and seungcheol to do whatever you want. mingyu had just exclaimed that he was getting hungry, waddling out of the pool like a confused penguin as he hastily wrapped a towel around his dripping waist and sloppily sprinting inside the house.
seungcheol leaves the pool seconds later, chest glistening with water as he dries his light pink hair. the chain around his neck winked at you, and you couldn't help but sigh to yourself, watching as seungcheol shook his head at mingyu, saying something to him that you didn't even bother registering.
"hey, seungcheol." you call out, watching proudly as seungcheolâs deep brown eyes lock on your figure. you chose your favorite bathing suit (knowing good and well it was seungcheol's favorite too), lounging on a chair as you smile to yourself, getting a great idea. deciding to be a menace, you hang out a dry towel to him, dangling it in front of him like itâs a million dollars.
seungcheol does nothing, watching you with eyes filled with conflicting emotions as you tilt your head to the side. âwhat? you want the towel?â
âyeah, i want it.â seungcheol answers, a smirk on his face as he approaches you. his wet footsteps resound throughout the patio, and you donât back down when seungcheol stops inches in front of you, dark brown eyes locked on your figure.
it was moments like this that seungcheol wanted nothing more but to cup your face in his hands and give you a long, hard kiss. you teased him with everything you did, every glance playful and every question teasing; it made him go insane, having to be the bigger person and ignore your advancements on him. all he wanted to do was make you his, but he had a promise to keep. you werenât going to make him break it.
(only if you stopped doing things like this, though. he didnât know how much longer he could take, having to hold back like this.)
âcome and get it, cheol. i know you can.â your voice has dropped in volume, now a teasing whisper as you let the towel sway back and forth in your hands. seungcheol stares at you, feeling the tension in the air as he tries to snatch the towel away from you. youâre quicker than him, and swiftly hide it behind you, causing seungcheol to lose his chance at victory over you and your teasing.Â
âyou drive me insane.â seungcheolâs sentence comes out as a breathy chuckle, but he means it with all the seriousness in the world. you did drive him insane, teasing him and toying with him like you had all the power in the world. at this moment in time, you did have all the power in the world, and seungcheol wanted so badly to take it from you in one fell swoop.
âjust like you do to me.â you slyly tap the tip of seungcheolâs strong nose, reveling in the way he squints at you as you throw him the towel. finally standing up with your items, you stare at seungcheol for a second longer, studying every feature of his face you can in a few seconds. Without another word, you give seungcheol a wink, disappearing back inside to silently bask in your victory over seungcheol.
little did you know, seungcheol had finally reached his end. he wanted you, and he was going to get you, one way or another.
after a delicious dinner and competitive game night, you had returned to your room, finally settling down to go to sleep. you had been distracted all night, and even your mother noticed it, not able to hold back a chuckle when she saw you and seungcheol exchanging wanton glances at each other the whole game. you would be lying if you werenât staring at every movement seungcheol made, studying the way his veins flexed when shuffling through uno cards, or his sweet chuckle when laughing at a stupid move mingyu made.
you and seungcheol had been toying with each other all night, both eager to get the other one to break. seungcheol was losing at the moment, enamored with everything you didâhe noticed how your fingers would linger on his forearm for a few seconds longer than usual, and your tone became soft and pliable when speaking of him. it was cute, seeing seungcheol melt with the simple tactics you used.Â
if he wasnât going to make the move, someone had to spur him on, right?
a knock brings you back from dreamland, and you stand up from your bed, heading to the door and opening it to reveal the topic of your night standing in a tank top way too tight and shorts that barely touched his knees. his light pink hair was dry from the shower he had taken earlier, and he didnât say anything for a few seconds, brown eyes boring into you as you smiled at him seconds later.
âwhat a pleasant surprise,â your body language says it allâyouâre excited to see seungcheol. you canât stand still, fidgeting with your hands as seungcheol bites back a smirk. you werenât all flirty remarks and coy glances.
âthis shouldnât be a surprise. i came for my shirt.â seungcheol says, and you laugh, secretly surprised that he remembered. during the road trip, mingyu spilled red juice all over your white top, causing you to have a wardrobe malfunction in a gas station ten minutes later. seungcheol (being the angel he is) lent you one of his shirts, and you couldnât help but smile to yourself once you got back in the car, knowing you had gotten one of seungcheolâs shirts without even having to ask.
âcanât i keep it? itâs just one shirtâyouâre so rich i bet you have ten of these.â you laugh breathily, and seungcheol laughs with you, actually letting go as he shakes his head.
âwhy do you have to be so difficult?â seungcheolâs stepped a bit closer now, body blocking the view of the other side of the door. his voice was low, eyes searing hot on your skin as he slowly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. slightly fazed by the gesture, you step back, luring seungcheol into your room even more as he catches the memo, closing it behind him.
âyou know, iâve been waiting for this moment for a while now.â seungcheol says, voice setting your whole body on fire as you let his hands ghost over your hips.Â
âhave you really?â you ask, and seungcheol nods, a sly smirk on his face as he chuckles.
âi have. you're such a fucking tease.â seungcheol curses, and you giggle, cheeks heating up at his sentence.
âyou are terrible at hiding your emotions.â seungcheol laughs aloud, and you canât help but laugh with him, tempted to reach your fingers out and run them through seungcheolâs soft pink hair.
âand i bet youâre terrible at kissing.â you tease playfully, looking seungcheol dead in the eyes as he tilts his head to the side, raising his eyebrows at you as he lowers his voice to a whisper.
âreally? want to test that theory out?â seungcheol poses, now too far to go back. he was finally getting what he had waited so long for, and you were waiting for him to get it, patient as you lead him on.
âonly if you take the lead,â you whisper, and seungcheol nods, glancing down at your lips once more before finally kissing them, taking all the confidence out of you in a single sigh as he chuckled after pulling away.
all of this to say, seungcheol was a very good kisser.
#svt fic#seventeen#seventeen scoups#kstrucknet#svt#seungcheol fic#seungcheol x reader#seungcheol imagines#choi seungcheol x you#scoups fic#scoups#choi seungcheol#seungcheol fanfic#scoups seventeen#svt x reader#seventeen fic#seungcheol x you#seungcheol#scoups x reader#okay so i kinda ate#didn't want it to be this long#but it's whatever yk we ball LMAO#this trope tho#with seungcheol too?????#i'm in love okay#makes so much sense#the way i rewrote this 89 times#.....#i was humbled#i had some aura losses
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part one: the fallen fruit || part two: here
summary_after freeing Rome, youâve lost Marcus Acacius, his baby and you are forced to marry Lucius Verus in order to freely rule as empress and visit Acaciusâ grave
warnings_ CRINGE, age gap (legal) (Iâm 20, sorry) historical inaccuracy, angst, sexism and misogyny, fluff but angst, a lot of canon divergence bc I said so. ANGST ANGST I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS
note_ thatâs it, itâs official, Paul Mescal my new bf, donât you ever make me write a fic where I knowledge any Pedro characterâs death (even if itâs canon) listen to 13 beaches pls
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â° Index (+ fics here)
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Once your eyes opened, reality struck you in the harshest possible way. This time, no one was there to tend your wounds. Although they werenât severe, they had dozed you off for days. You heard Lucillaâs scream and you closed your eyes, knowing your love was dead.
Numbness assaulted you, nausea struck you and you heard everyone gasping in horror as their beloved generalâs body collapsed in the arena.
Hours after Marcus Acaciusâ died, you lost his baby as well.
A day later, Rome was freed. Lucius Verus became the new emperor and you caught a fatal fever when the sun came down.
That night, death seemed like the most convenient alternative. You had lost everything you had fought for over the years. The man you loved and the prospective children were taken from you before you couldâve claimed them.
Something changed when you woke up. Like time has passed so rapidly that the pain from the loss of Acacius and your baby has healed. But as soon as you think about the wouldâve, couldâve, shouldâve⌠you start sobbing.
Itâs a bright morning and the city sounds peaceful. Everyone has moved on. And you know youâll have to. Only that, you donât know how.
With your brotherâs death, your lover and babyâs, everyone was gone.
Lucius is aliveâŚ
Thereâs a knock on the door and soon it opened.
A man should never intrude into a womanâs chamber he had no relationship with.
âAh. Princess y/n youâre awakeâŚ.â He says uncomfortably. You didnât knew his name, but had been running as a politician for several years.
âI suppose Iâm no longer a princessâ
âTrials are happening right now, the senate is a disaster but weâre handling it okay. Lucius Verus Aurelius refuses to be crown emperor but he has argued in your favor and you have been found not guilty, but you face conspiracy charges. Consequently, youâre still a princess. And the only person we can rely on according to the lawâŚâ
You sigh, looking away from the old man to focus on the tapestry that hangs from a wall. It has a naked womanâs statue in the middle of a garden. A woman being the center of attention.
You were the maximum authority at the moment. But you still had barriers to break.
âWhat did you do with the corpses of my brothers?â perhaps your siblings werenât the most lovable people, but you grew up with them. They were your last remaining family.
âEmperor Geta and Emperor Caracalla rest in the secluded area of the cemetery of Rome. Where the punished are buriedâŚâ you nod.
They deserved punishment, but still, an odd sensation in your stomach rested, feeling shame and pity for your brothers.
Where did the good one go? An imaginary little light sparkles upon your eyes.
âAnd General Acacius?â
âIn his Death Will, General Acacius stated that he wanted to be buried alone in one of the islands belonging to Romeâ Your eyes water and you have to bite your tongue and gulp to calm your tears.
Where he had wanted to build a home with you.
âHis wife Lucilla was buried in the neighbor island upon petitionâ You nod, trying to sit down. You finally spot the cuts and sewed arm. Fighting Pretorials had been more difficult than participating in the war.
Alongside MarcusâŚ
âI would like to visit his grave. Marcus Acaciusâs graveâ Your voice sounded broken and you could barely see the man, failing to hide your growing tears.
âThere is one problem, princess y/n. Until youâre officially crown empress, you canât leave Rome and command without being considered charged, despite being not guilty. You must marry first and Iâm afraid the only suitor is Lucius Verus Aureliusâ
The man that made you feel so much in no time. Who made you feel like you could be for once unconditionally loved. And that maybe Acacius was not your downfall. Maybe you had one more chance to nourish your wounded heart.
You suppress a smile. You want to see him and talk. See if he felt the same way about you and if he did, it would be a new beginning.
âWhere is he?â You ask trying to hide your excitement.
âThe prince is back in Numidia. He wanted to give a proper burial to his friends and his late wife especiallyâ
The little smile on your face disappears and you look down. Unbeknownst to the man standing in front of you, you felt shame. For believing Lucius would be waiting for you.
âHow so?â
âHe was given permission to go back with an audience from the councilâ you scoff, rolling your eyes.
âAnd why he was allowed to go to territory that is not declared Roman by the law yetâŚ. But I canât go to an island that is less than four hours away, claimed by the empire hundreds of years ago?â
The man gulps, seemingly uncomfortable by your sudden snapping. Your heart beats in anxiety and the anger increases. The first minutes after you awake you already feel the burden of your new present.
âBecause heâs an heirâŚâ to that, you can only sigh. Knowing the real answer.
âAnd Iâm a heiress. Iâm⌠a womanâ
Rome was free. But as a woman, you probably never would.
âI suggest you rest and prepare for his arrival, princess. Youâll want to be ravishing to negotiate and assume the weddingâ
âI havenât decided if Iâll marry Lucius Verus Aureliusâ
âItâs not like you have much of a choice, princess. Iâll send a doctor to check on youâ The bitter tone of the man made you frown. You quietly curse him as he leaves the room.
Finally alone again. Like it seemed it would be for the rest of your life.
You shouldâve run faster the first time you tried to escape Rome. You shouldâve climbed that wall higher, maybe, just maybe none of your disgraces wouldâve happened.
You had to go to Marcusâ grave. You had to say goodbye to him. Tell him all the things you couldnât say the last time. Because he deserved it. To let him know that no matter where your baby and he were, you would always love them.
Lucius meant nothing, you try to lie to yourself.
I wonât be part of a deal, you remember as you look at the renewed Rome.
Suddenly you realize no matter whom you decide to love, youâre always the lover, not the wife.
Always the second option, never the one.
âŚ
Four days later, you realized you had no other choice but to attend the hearing that would determine your future. Where you would face Lucius. If you had seen him once again before he left, many things couldâve been different, you liked to think.
But given the circumstances, you had no desire to see him again. You barely knew the man, of course, he would choose his wife first even when she was dead.
Your mind betrayed you with the idea of Lucius using you just all those nights to find a way to get out of the Colosseum. No matter what, he didnât visit you, he didnât bother to see if you were okay. Likely, he never knew you had fallen ill.
Everyone left you behind.
Happened once as a little girl who fell for her best friend, once as a teenager who fell for an older officer who turned General and once as a young woman who fell for a gladiator and turned out to be a missing prince.
With golden brackets that cover your arms and the heaviest earrings, you nervously walked through the long marble halls of the justice building. Near the temple of the god of war, there rested the place where justice was brought.
A guard opened the door for you and once you stepped in, the room was already full.
Every man inside stood up to greet you with a little reverence and you could feel a migraine already coming.
But when your eyes found a blue pair of aquamarine diamonds looking piercingly at you, the anger mixed with nervousness.
Immediately you look away from the prince. As you took a seat at the end of the long table, you could feel him everywhere. As if Lucius was silently begging for you to look at him.
âWe reunite here to revoke any charges and penalties addressed to Prince and Princess; Lucius Verus Aurelius and y/n y/l/nâ
You barely hear the man speaking, you were only waiting to hear the next part.
âFrom the power the senate gave us and by the guidance of the gods, said charges and penalties will be revoked by uniting the prince and princess in sacred marriage. Everyone who agrees says accipioâŚâ everyone says the word, and you close your eyes trying to avoid huffing or ending up screaming in disagreement. Your father ascended to the throne rightfully. Every politician voted for him. When he died your brothers were young and naive and remained as so throughout their rule. Your only crime was to conspire against the empire along with Acacius when he was alive.
All a big nonsense.
âHear hear, now⌠Do you Lucius Verus Aurelius agree to the terms of conditions of this agreement?â you look up to see the man. He looked different.
His wounds were healing, his hair looked trimmed, his beard styled. Without sweat, blood, and dirt covering his face, he looked gorgeous. Like an actual prince.
Lucius also looks at you. You canât tell how he feels, but his eyes look hopeful. And his lips are slightly tilted. Was he trying to smile at you?.
âAccipioâŚâ he says, looking away from you.
Your lips sealed shape a full face of anger.
âDo you y/n y/l/n agree to the terms of conditions of these agreements?â
âI would like to resign to my titlesâ
Gasps could be heard, and a mixture of shock and disapproval was all over the men at the table.
Lucius looks with curiosity at you. But you can see heâs also shocked.
âPrincess y/n⌠you canât resignâ a man says and you roll your eyes.
âExile me if needed. I can also recommend a handful of women who would be perfect suitors for Lucius Verus Aureliusâ As much as you tried to sound calm, you sounded enraged.
âThen I wonât sign the agreementâŚâ Lucius says looking at the same man who spoke first, then at you.
You eye him with confusion, he crosses his strong arms and he intimidates you with his strong gaze.
âI want you or nothingâ he admits with tranquility. Which makes you even angrier. But also make your cheeks turn hot after feeling every man in the room exchange awkward looks.
How could he act so cooky and shameless?
Before you can say another thing, you are interrupted.
âIf none of you agree, your charges and penalties will prevail. That would lead to several trials, where both of you could end up with death penalties despite being two rightful heirsâ
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh.
Youâre so tired, drained from everything.
But you wonât give any man the satisfaction to see you crumbling.
Never againâŚ
âYou may constrain me all you want, Lucius Verus Aurelius. But you wonât hear what you want from me todayâ
The poison filling your voice intoxicated everyone, leaving the room flooding with awkwardness and uncertainty. Lucius and you share looks. Thereâs an odd warmth that makes you remember how good he was when you first met him. He is not a bad man. But you fell in love with him and overrated him so early.
With the silence reigning, the sound of your chair sliding as you stood up drew all the attention to you again. But you didnât face anyone, you simply left.
The air hit you and you could already feel the tears threatening to spill.
Itâs a shame because it seemed like it was a good day for Rome. You can hear kids playing nearby, and people selling goods while the clear sky warmed the afternoon.
âYou really donât know why I want you, y/n?â You hear behind your back, Lucius approaching with heavy steps, making you wipe your eyes before you turn around to see him.
âI would say to gain power. But I know you donât want that so no⌠Iâm clueless. All I know is I wonât be part of a deal when all my life Iâve lounged for loveâ
âI canât believe you donât rememberâŚâ he responds and you frown, disappointed that he has ignored your words. So rudely, you move away, farther from him.
âWho was there when you fell ill after breaking your bones?â your eyes almost pop out, you stop walking only to slowly turn around again and eye him in shock.
âWho was there when you used to escape the palace and needed someone to accompany you back?â Lucius pleads with every word he lets out, he walks towards you and tries to grab your hands but you slip away from his touch, defying him.
In your shock, you can only sigh as memories start reminiscing in your head. A childhood love that couldnât be. Which involved some feelings you thought had no meaning. But sure they had. More than you wanted to admit as an adult.
Lucius Aurelius Verus was that little boy that you fell in love with as a child. That little boy disappeared without saying goodbye. A boy you thought youâd never see again.
âI left you and resented it all my life, y/n. Now I can be here for you again. Allow me to retrieve the memories we hadâŚâ This time you werenât fast enough to prevent his touch.
He feels warm and at home. His fingers are calloused and his raspy fingertips slowly caress your knuckles. You want to hold him in your arms and cry from happiness. You want to curse him for making you believe he was dead.
But you are selfish after so much pain.
âWhy you didnât say anything when we met again?â You coldly ask, freezing the warmth he has built.
âI needed to know I could trust you first,â he says apologetically.
Thereâs so much to talk about. Never in your dreams, you thought youâd have the boy you loved once now turned into a man you must marry.
âPlease, y/n. Weâll meet each other again, fill the empty promises we made years agoâ
âYou knew I was alive all this time. Why did you never come for me? We could have escaped. If I had known you were alive, a lot of my suffering couldâve been preventedâ he looks away, he feels guilty.
âYou married, Lucius. You were happy before Rome conquered Numidia. And I wonât diminish the death of her. But you moved on⌠like I never existedâ
He grabs both of your hands but you move away.
âI thought you were safe. I had no chance of getting you back, thatâs why I married. But when I saw you again at the celebration where I had my first fightâŚâ even when he sounds convincingly remorseful, you still keep the distance.
âI donât care, Lucius. The only thing I want now is to say goodbye to the only love that mattered while you were gone. I canât visit his grave now for the charges, and when I marry you, I wonât be able to visit his grave because of it. Donât act like you are not wanting me as your second choiceâ
If only you knew, Lucius thought as he watched you leave.
âŚ
As a kid, your father would be delighted whenever you danced in the celebrations he hosted. Your brother Geta and Caracalla would sneak in and try to ruin your performance, they werenât allowed to attend the parties because of their mother; a whore. Your fatherâs ginger hair had not spread across the twinsâ heads and they certainly not looked anything like your mother. There was a snake hidden in the basket of flowers you carried while dancing. But a gentleman realized earlier and as soon as you dropped it because of the bite, he took you to the doctor. And that night you developed a little crush for the officer Marcus Acacius.
Soon you forgot about the older man when you took food and made your way out of the palace. Near the stables, you had found a safe place. Where you always met with who refused to tell you his name.
So you always called him amicus. You could only refer to him as a friend.
âAmicusâŚâ you called him.
Soon he appeared, with burnt blonde hair, blue eyes, and his kind smile.
âWhat happened to your hand?â he asked pointing at your bandaged extremity.
âGeta and Caracalla placed a snake on my flower basketâ
Your friend huffed, clearly annoyed that they tried to hurt you again.
âI wish I could be there, I would always protect youâ
You smiled, caressing his face. You were no stranger to his proximity. At the rough age of nine years old, you two had grown a big friendship.
âBut youâre always here for me, amicusâ
âI wonât be alwaysâŚâ you frowned confused.
That was the last night you saw your friend; Lucius.
You shake your head, pushing aside the memories. Realizing you are once again in a party, but your father is gone. Nobody sits on the throne, your twin brothers are not around to try to banish you. There is no Acacius to help you and you are no longer a kid.
You wonder why Lucilla never told you his son was alive. That he was your best friend. You understand that probably she didnât trust you enough, given that you looked like you were on your brotherâs side most of the time. Although the reality was very different.
Lucius arrived at the celebration with many people trying to talk to him. His tone was kind, but he felt overwhelmed responding to the variety of questions thrown at his face.
Having all the attention resulted in frustration. He was no god and Rome started seeing him as such thing.
He was a humble man, despite growing up knowing he was a prince, he was accustomed to the peaceful farming life in Numidia. He married and thought he would die as a farmer. But even when he finished a rough day of tending his sprouts and counting seeds, mostly he would go to sleep thinking about you.
Lucius never forgot the little girl he found pacing through the secret passages under Rome. Surely he always knew you were a princess, you were alive and well within the walls of the city he grew to hate.
He thought he was correct in never telling you who he really was. He had no chance to say goodbye, he was forced to leave. For a lot of years, he thought he would never be able to fall in love again, but he found a new love.
As soon as he married, he tried to forget about you. And as much as he loved his wife, he always went back to you. Wondering if you were also married, if you remained as beautiful as you were as a kid, or if you missed him like he missed you.
His answers were given to him when he saw you eating figs and softly arguing with one of your red-haired brothers.
Lucius swore his heart stopped a few seconds before he had to fight under the demand of Macrinus. When he recited poetry, he understood you didnât know who he was. He locked eyes with you for too long, which made you frown and exchange confused looks with Geta.
But he did a good job because you went to visit him later, realizing you knew only half of the truth.
Lucius never stopped loving you.
He watched you twirl around in a purple dress and he couldnât help but smile. His need to know who you had transformed into was eating him. The curiosity over your love affair with Acacius and how you ended up on the battlefront of war killing him. And he wished nothing buy you to understand that destiny wanted you to be separated but now there was a chance to heal together and be together.
Although it seemed like you were beyond hurt. Only makes Lucius feel guilty for some reason.
A man from the senate reveals to the party you and Lucius are officially engaged and he knows you must be boiling in anger. Lucius tries to go and talk to you. Assure you that he wasnât involved in the early announcement. He wanted your consent and forcing you would never fix your anger and resentment.
But when he tried to reach you, you were gone. And he knew to where.
To visit Acaciusâ grave.
âŚ
With white roses and a dirty cloak, you arrive at the island. Is smaller than you thought. Itâs just a hill.
No gold, no ostentatious mausoleum, just a little mark in the middle of the hill that over the centuries would be swallowed by the Earth. There rests Marcus Acacius.
You swallow hard, hoping to get there before your legs betray you and you end up on the grass crying. After hearing the announcement of the engagement, you sprinted out of there making a mess of fury. Your desire to say goodbye to your love would never become a reality. So you took matters into your own hands and risked three hours of absence in Rome.
Each step adds a little more pain to your chest and you want to leave as fast as possible.
But you remain silent, looking at the little plaque.
Not even beloved General of Rome. Just his name.
âI donât regret saying that I hated you the last time we talkedâŚâ you start, biting your cheek from the inside and frowning, competing against the tears that were already coming.
âI closed my eyes so hard to pretend I wasnât witnessing your deathâ The chilly air makes you shriek, it also makes some scary sounds as you talk.
âWe had a baby, Acacius. I suppose conceived in Athens. He left me hours after you did. I guess he sensed my bad luckâŚâ you coldly say, attempting to joke with the silence.
âNot of importance anymore. I just came to say goodbye. To thank you for training me, and for making me a strong woman. Thank you for loving me the wrong wayâŚâ
âYou can rest now, Marcus. Your death was worth it, Rome is free. But Iâm notâŚâ Finally, your voice breaks and you start sobbing, weeping, and crying so loudly that your lungs hurt.
âI donât think Iâll ever be strong enough to come back again, Acacius. Your death will always be the loss of my life but our baby is my little hope. To always remind me that I was very close to having youâŚâ with your legs trembling, you stand up and grab the basket. The flowers are gently placed and your tears fall over his name, washing the accumulated dirt.
âIâll move on. Because I know thatâs what you wouldâve wanted. Iâll keep your memory alive. And Iâll never love the same way I did with you. You earned it, Marcus. In life and deathâŚâ
Dried from all the tears, suddenly you felt less weight on your shoulders. You feel light and in peace.
In that hill would rest the memories of your past, of the love you gave to that General and what couldâve been.
You leave in silence. And when you step foot in the boat again, you have the strength to smile and realize that you donât care about anything anymore.
The sense of everything comes into question.
Nothing can hurt you anymore.
âŚ
Heâs there when you step a foot into the salty shores of Rome. Lucius looks worried. He gives confident steps until heâs facing you.
âYou went to that island. Didnât you?â He asks judging you, which makes you frown.
âI didâŚâ
âWhy are you risking yourself? I had to tell everyone you felt illâ You roll your eyes, not handling his words with patience.
âI have nothing to lose, Lucius. I donât care anymore if I die right nowâŚâ he huffs and slides his fingers through his blonde hair, exasperated.
âWhy can you understand youâre the one I want? I want you to be safe. But you canât stop acting like there is no hope left. Why?â
You finally explode.
âBECAUSE IâM HURT!. You know my brothers never loved me, I thought I had you and you disappeared. I spent years in love with Acacius and when he finally looked down at me, he never chose me above your mother. But he wanted to give me a house, a family. I lost him and that night I lost our baby too, I didnât even know I was with child. And now everyoneâs gone, youâre back but I feel like you are just choosing me because you have no choiceâ Your lungs so tired of your crying make you ache as you end up sobbing once again.
Lucius immediately places his arms around you. And itâs the first hug someone gives you in a long time. So you sob harder and slide your arms to hold him closer.
âI didnât know⌠Iâm sorryâ he whispers in your ear, one of his hands caressing the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair.
âYouâre not my second option. You were always the first. I choose you all or nothing because I couldnât before. And now that I have you in my arms, Iâm never letting you goâ
Lucius feels like the home you never experienced but always dreamed of. His words start soothing you. His words feel bigger, like an oath this time. A healed promise of the one he made as a kid.
âWhen I looked at you again, I remembered that little girl I used to play with. With her dazzling hair and loving eyesâ you look away, to the shore. You never liked receiving compliments.
âLook at meâŚâ his fingers grab your chin and gently, he makes you look at him but you close your eyes after briefly meeting his eyes.
Just like the first time, you get lost in his blue irises. Blue like the sea you traveled, like the sea you once thought would be your way to freedom.
âPlease look at me, y/n,â he says pleading, with his warm touch you know you wonât be able to oppose any longer.
Slowly you open your eyes and finally accept his gaze.
âYou loved another man and I loved another woman. But we had already marked each otherâs hearts before we met themâ
Slowly, you nod. He smiles and wipes the tears from your eyes. He looks so gorgeous. You know he means every word. Only a man who did everything to save his mother and free a city would make such a big promise to a woman and beg.
You caress his strong jawline, ignoring the way his beard tickles at your fingers. You smile back at him.
âI love youâ
Before he could finish, you kissed him.
âŚ
You hadnât thought back on your love Acacius in months, but that morning you dedicated the bright sky to him. You hope heâs happy for you.
You look at yourself in a mirror and smile at your reflection.
âAre you ready?â Lucius asked entering the room. Your smile grows at the sight of him dressed in gold and a crown in his head. He also eyes your dress and you blush at the way he is mentally undressing you.
Your husband is possessive, kind, brave, and an emperor.
âStop staring like thatâŚâ he looks back at your eyes and it makes you chuckle.
âCome hereâŚâ he pleads and when you try to kiss him you both hear a tiny yelp.
âOh Lucilla, Iâm just trying to kiss your fatherâŚâ
You had birthed a daughter two months ago in Egypt. And was named after Luciusâ mother. She had matted hair the same color as you and she had the blue eyes of his father.
âIâll get herâŚâ Lucius carried her and leaned to let you look at yourself tiny baby yawning, as she had woken up from a little nap. Her tiny hands flirt fists and her face scrunched in slumber.
She was a winter baby and every citizen of Rome was waiting to meet the daughter of the emperor and empress.
âSo fussy like her fatherâŚâ you claimed, making Lucius roll his eyes at you.
He had grown patient. A perfect partner and father. You felt lucky and blessed to have him. Thinking all the pain was worth it. Your head would now and then think back on what couldâve been if Acacius had survived, and his baby as well.
But you accepted that in this life, he wasnât meant to be yours. So you prayed to meet him again in the next one. But for now, you were in the arms of your first love.
âI love you, LuciusâŚâ he seemed lightly surprised, as he was the one that says it more often. But he knows he looks so clumsy and in love.
âNot more than meâŚâ you kiss your daughterâs cheek and then your husband, making him softly gasp as you deepen the kiss.
âDonât do this to me now, y/nâŚâ you giggle, taking the baby from his arms and leading the way towards the door.
âWait, satis⌠I know itâs nonsensical to ask at this point butâŚDo you think Iâm being good at this?â Lucius asks pointing at little Lucilla, you sigh, walking back towards him.
âMy love, there is no way of being good at this. But if she knows that we love her and that weâll be here for her forever, is enoughâŚâ
He had his doubts a couple of months after the wedding when you got pregnant.
âYou donât know how proud and thankful I am of you. You decided to agree and give me a family after so much pain, satisâ You form a smile grin, opting to avoid the memories of your old love. Because that was the past, sacred to you but still the past.
âWe deserved it, Lucius.â He nods, taking your free hand.
âI have the feeling that this one will be a boyâŚâ you say pointing at your still-flat stomach.
âWhatever it is⌠as long as youâre the mother, itâll be okayâ
You both exit the room hand in hand, hearing the excited crowd outside waiting.
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PAUL X PEDRO X READER FIC IS COMING, COMMENT TO BE TAGGED :)
I wonât ever ever ever write a fanfic where a Pedro character dies again. NEVER AGAIN! I donât care if you think this was cringe, I cried a lot while writing on different days. I love Lucius but in my head Acacius never died, so from now on if I write for him, he WONâT DIE.
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ŕłŕż:シ hurt
warnings; swearing, mention of smoking and drinking, mentions of âY/Nâ, thatâs about it
summary; when reader gets hurt while hanging with the pogues, rafe isnât happy.
pogue!reader pairing.
It started off as a normal evening, you and the pogues all hanging around at the beach, having fun, probably drinking and smoking from time to time. You were having a chat with kiara when JJ suggested a game.
âletâs see who can shotgun the fastest!â he exclaimed.
Everyone nodded, agreeing. John b grabbed a beer for everyone, and one for himself. JJ passed around his motorbike key to put a whole in the can. After everyone put a whole in their can, JJ said,
âokay 3..2âŚ1!â
All the pogues chugged the beer, the liquid dripping down their chins and their throat bopping every sip. You slammed the can on the sand, looking up to see your the first to finish. Followed by John b, JJ, Sarah, Kiara and then lastly pope.
âHaha! i won!!â You cheered, while JJ scowled playfully.
Minutes pass and youâre all dancing around and having fun on the empty beach, you, Kiara and Sarah were all running after each other while JJ, John b and Pope were somewhat âwrestlingâ.
The wind blows in your hair as you run from Sarah, Kiara laughing and running beside you.
âKIE! Y/N!â Sarah shouts while uncontrollably laughing, still running.
As you guys ran faster, a corner was approaching, and at the speed you were going at it was too late. You turn the corner but as you do, you slip, banging your head on a nearby rock. Kiara screeches and the pogues rush over. You put you hand on your head as blood dripped down it and through your fingers.
âwhat the hell happened!â Pope asks urgently,
âwe were running and she was going to fast, she turned the corner!â Kiara replies.
You groan in pain, sitting up. It was a pretty bad cut thatâs for sure. A bruise was definitely going to appear tommorow.
âwe are gonna have to call rafe..â JJ says with a hesitant tone.
ânot me.â John b says, putting his hands up.
ânor me!â
ânope not me.â
Only person left was Sarah. She puts her hands up before dropping them to her sides.
âseriously?!â
âitâs your brother!â
âyeah but this is his girlfriend, heâs gonna be fuming knowing she hurt herself, especially since sheâs with us!â
After 5 minutes of bickering, Sarah picks her phone up with a sigh, dialling Rafes number. After about 4 rings, he picks up.
âwhat?â he asks gruffly.
ârafe? uhm we are at the beach and..â
âand what? stop wasting my time sarah.â
âY/N hurt herse-â
âwhat!? the fuck you mean she hurt herself, this better not of been you and those stupid pogues Sarah i swear to-â
âno just come, sheâs tearing up and hurt.â
âiâll be there in 5 minutes.â he says, a hint of anger in his voice, before ending the call.
The pogues give eachother a knowing look before Sarah crouches down beside you. Your head still in your hands, tears swelling in your eyes from the pain. Sarah rubs your back, trying to give you any type of comfort.
4 minutes past and car tires can be heard screeching causing everyone to look up to see an angry rafe getting out his car. Rafe storms down the beach, going towards the group.
Once he reached them, he instantly bent down to your level,
âlet me see, baby.â he holds your chin in his hands.
You move your hand, showing rafe your head. A big cut on your temple, and a bruise forming around it.
âfuck.â rafe mumbles to himself, âdoes it hurt badly, hm?â
You nod.
His jaw clenches and nostrils flare, he stands up suddenly, turning to the group of guilty faces.
âwhich of you little fuckers did this, huh?!â
Sarah steps forward,
âit wasnât any of us rafe, everyone was having fun and we were running around when she slipped and hit her head on a rock.â
âthis is why i donât fucking let her hang with you idiots, canât even look after her, letting her get hurt.â
Rafe wraps his arm around your waist, standing you up before saying,
âiâm taking her home, you morons are lucky sheâs here otherwise-â
âjust go rafe, make sure sheâs okay.â John b says.
Rafe scoffs, tightening his grip on your waist, before helping you walk to his car, shooting one last glare at the group.
âYour okay baby, i got you.â He sets you in the passenger seat, before walking to the driver side and hopping in.
âit was my fault rafe, donât blame them..â
Rafe just hums, putting his keys in the car but not starting it.
âtold you not to hang around with them hm. got you hurt, didnât it. once we get home, im cleaning that cut.â he says before adding, âand your staying at mine tonight.â
You look at him before nodding, he gives you smile, starting the car and driving home. He grips your thigh, a firm grip to show heâs there.
His black car pulls into the driveway of his mansion. He opens your door, helping you out. You both walk up the driveway and he unlocks the front door, dropping his coat and kneeling down, taking your shoes off, mumbling something about âdonât want you doing it yourself.â
Once your shoes are off, he takes you up stairs into your shared bathroom, setting you down on the counter and grabbing a first aid kit. He reaches for a tissue and rubbing alcohol and dabbing your cut.
âmâsorry baby i knowâ he mummers as you wince.
After multiple winces and whispered praises, he finally finished cleaning it. He puts all the equipment away and helps you down from the counter.
He wraps his arm around your waist and walks to the bedroom, sitting you down on the bed and kissing your cheek.
âyou are NEVER hanging with them again.â
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Hi, I hope all is well. I was wondering if you could do a Jacob x reader imprint with Paul?
Reader is Jacob's imprint, but so is Renesmee. Since Jacob has also loved Bella and he ended up imprinting on Renesmee, he loves being with them. He has an imprint his age and also happens to be Paul's best friend. The reader makes plans and invites Jacob, but he always picks Renesmee over the reader because he doesn't actually like the reader. Paul finds out from Rachel that Jacob has been bulling reader and telling her she's not good enough and wishes he never imprinted on her and how Nessie is so much better and he can't wait to marry her when she's older. Paul gets pissed when he finds this out, and he also confronts Ranchel, saying that he's heard her say rude stuff about the reader to the other imprints and has gotten into a physical fight with her. Paul goes to the beach to find the reader and sees her jump from where he and the guys do . He freaks out, and his wolf tells him to save his imprint. Can it be long and have smut?
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delete forever - jacob x reader ft. paul
The wise man looked between you both as you sat still, soaking in every word.
Imprinting.
It sounded foreign but yet so familiar in your ears. Jacob takes a look at you, itâs hard to read his expression which was new. You were used to being able to have a guess at what he was thinking.
âAre you alright, son?â Billy Black asked when he was finished.
Jacob stuck his lips out a bit nonchalantly before nodding, âYeah. Iâm good.â
Silence surrounds the small table. The scoot of the chair moves backwards as Jacob then tells his dad that heâs leaving.
âWhere are you going, son?â
âJust going over Paulâs.â
âY/N, why donât you go? Rachelâs there.â Billy suggests with a smile. Jacob freezes at the door.
âS-sure.â you say.
You and Jacob ride in his car in silence. You were too afraid to ask questions. He didnât care too much to get them out of you.
âWassup, man.â Jacob says and goes in with the handshake, Paul hits his back once and waves to you. You wave back.
âYup. Sheâs my imprint.â he says. Thereâs no feeling for you to detect. Rachel looks at you as you sat meekly on the couch.
âShe is?â she asks her brother. He nods in confirmation.
âCongrats to you both. Now Jake can stop getting on me and Rachâs nerves.â Paul chuckles. Jacob laughs sarcastically.
You smile a bit and Rachel doesnât offer you a kind look as she continues to stare at you.
You look down.
âRachelâs party is this weekend. Y/N are you coming?â Paul offers.
âIs she?â Rachel asks.
âShe should.â Paul says to her before looking back to you.
âSure..Will you be there, Jake?â you ask quietly.
âIâll probably show my face. I should bring Bella.â he says.
âYeah! Bring Bella.â Rachel says with more enthusiasm. Jacob grinned.
âI thought you didnât like her?â Paul asks.
âWell..Sheâs a good gift giver.â Rachel defended with. Paul shakes his head with a slight roll of his eyes.
Billy Black calling you surprised you the next day, early in the morning.
âYouâŚImprinted on Renesmee too?â you ask him carefully. You watch the grin on his face grow as you both sat on his living room couch.
âYeah.â
âButâŚSheâsâŚSheâs young.â
âIâm going to be her protector. I am her protector.â Jacob says in total defense mode, it caught you off guard. Heâs never sounded that way when speaking about you.
âWhy two imprints?â you ask Billy.
âWe are thinking itâs to reward Jacob for stepping up to be the Alpha. He gets to actually choose.â Billy says.
Ever since that day, it felt like you had to fight for his attention.
âWant to go to the movies?â you ask as you knew for a fact he loved action movies.
âNahâŚIâm going with Nessie.â
âTo see a Disney movie? Come on, Jake.â you say through the phone.
âYou asked and I said no. Okay?â he says and hang up. You stare at the phone in total disbelief.
You sat by yourself as you watched Rachel greet guests and dance. You came by yourself because when you asked Jacob for a ride, he said the car was full from him picking Bella and Renesmee up.
Bullshit.
You tell this to Paul when he gives you something to drink while asking where Jacob was and why you both didnât come together.
âI thought Bella couldnât be here because of the treaty?â
âYou know Jacob. He made an exception for her. Now thatâŚNessieâŚ.Is his imprint, itâs allowed by the elders.â Paul whispered.
He sits next to you to keep you company. It wasnât long before Rachel shimmied over to him and grab his hands, âDance with me!â
Paul chuckled, âYouâre drunk already?â
âIâm just tipsy.â she slurred.
âSure.â he replied dripping in sarcasm.
You watch as Paul danced with Rachel. You kind of wish it was like that with you and Jacob. They werenât imprinted but yet, they were defining the odds.
Paul joked all the time that he did so much that even his ancestors believed he shouldnât be tied with someone. His bloodline would end with him. He still hasnât found his imprint. Just to be safe, he didnât mind getting cozy with Rachel because she was apart of his tribe.
âBella! Nessie!â You hear and there they are, standing with gifts for Rachel. Renesmee gives a shy hug to Rachel and you watched a rare sight. Rachel hugged Bella. Jacob smiled at the moment until he looked over at you watching them.
After Paul mingled about, Paul tells you that heâs only grabbing Rachelâs cake and he will be right back.
âThe girls are in the backyard. Iâm sure youâre bored of the guys.â he says while grinning.
The sports game was playing as the pack make deep conversation about the plays.
You slowly get up and go to the backyard.
Renesmee sits on Bellaâs lap as the girls sit at a table while laughing loudly and talking.
Every eye goes to you once you come out.
âHey.â
âHey.â they all say off key and awkwardly.
They watch you take a chair and sit in total silence. They blink at you for a moment before one speaks out, âWhy do you do that?â
You look up to Jaredâs imprint, Kim.
âDoâŚWhat?â
âJust sit there.â
âBecause sheâs a little slow. Leave her alone.â Rachel says. They burst into a laughing fit.
You look down as you felt angry at such low blow of an insult.
âDonât be rude.â Bella says low.
âWhat? Well, she acts like it. No wonder Jacob would rather hang with an extroverted child than someone his own age.â
You get up and make your way to the door, leaving the backyard. You didnât want to hear them talk, they continued to talk and laugh even with you out of the room.
You were silent as everyone else happily sing happy birthday to Rachel. You blink as she blew out her candles.
You sit again by yourself after she opens gifts.
âCan you give me a ride to Port Angeles? Please!â Quil asks Paul once the night was late.
âDude, seriously?â
âPlease. I will give you gas money and everything. Iâm linking up with this girl and sheâs...â he then whistles a bit as he thinks about what she looks like.
Paul sighs loudly before he grits, âGet in the car.â
Paul smooched Rachel before telling her he will be back.
He then tells you, âGo ahead and take some cake home. Itâs going to do nothing but sit there anyways.â
You quietly tell him thank you and he leaves out.
You walk through the home and Jacob kneels as he helped Renesmee with her jacket.
âYouâre leaving?â you ask.
âYeah.â Jacob says quietly.
âOh.â
âYeah, Iâll see you later.â he says quickly and grabs the childâs hand as his tone changed, âCome on, Ness.â
You enter the kitchen and the giggling stopped once again.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Rachel demanded from the table.
You held up the knife, âIâm just getting some cake.â
âWho said?â
âUmâŚPaul said I could take some home.â
âAnswer me this. Is it Paulâs birthday? Or is it my birthday?â
Giggles started to form and you eye the clock. It was after twelve.
âNeither. Itâs past 12AM. Your day is officially over.â
Rachel stomped to you, âYouâre trying to be funny?â
You stare blankly at her.
âWell, I got jokes.â she says and shoved you. Hard.
The knife was still in your hand as you stumbled back and you heard one of the imprints say, âGirl. She has a knife.â
Rachel grabs it out of your hand with no fear.
âYou were gonna stab me with this?â
âN-no. I would never.â you stammer out. She sets it down on the counter with a clatter and takes your paper plate away with a snatch.
âI saidâŚYouâre not getting cake.â
âBut-â
âWhat did I say?â
âDonât be a bitch about it Rachel.â you say.
Gasps and oohâs erupt the room as they instigate.
A hard slap hits your face. You tearfully hit her back before Rachel grabs a fist full of your hair and you both punch at each other before people get Rachel off of you.
âIâm gonna be a bitch if I want to. Itâs my birthday. Mine.â she says.
You bounce your leg when you prayed Jacob would pick up the phone as you sat on the beach. The party was a week ago and you havenât seen him since.
âSpeak.â he says after the second time you call. Impatience was the last thing that he suppressed.
âUm..Hi.â
âWhat do you want, Y/N. Iâm kind of busy right now.â
âI just wanted to hang out.â you say and let him know that youâre at the beach.
He sighs on the other side of the call, âDid you seriously call me just to come hang out with you a beach. Like, are you seriously forreal right now?â
âYeah..I just..â
âLook. I get that youâre my imprint and all but we can beâŚAcquaintances.â
âAcquaintances.â you repeat back like a parrot.
âYeahâŚâ
You watched when you would go over Billyâs house how the little girl had Jacob in the palm of her hand. She was innocent. Him, not so much. He was babysitting her and he ordered you around like you were staff.
âGet her a cup.â he ordered you.
You set the cup down and he poured her juice as he cooed to her.
âDo you play dolls?â Renesmee asks you as she innocently stands while you watch television.
You smile and before you could open your mouth, Jacob enters, âI can play with you, Nessie.â
âCan Y/N join?â She says with excitement.
âNo. Come on, Ness.â
Footsteps retreat as you soon heard the bin of Rachelâs old dolls be poured on the floor.
Thatâs what you did when you had to hear the time that they were spending together. It was hard to just leave because the pain in your chest was only soothed when you were around him.
You began to think you were in hell.
It was a sunny day on the beach and Paul sort of invited you last minute when he noticed that everyone except you were there.
âWant to make a sandcastle?â you heard Jacob ask Renesmee. She nods happily and grabs her bucket.
You slowly walk over as they were building. Jacobâs face drips with annoyance.
âCan I help?â you ask.
Renesmee smiles and gives you a shovel and you sit on your knees in the sand.
âWeâre good, Y/N.â
âWhatâs wrong with trying to help?â you mutter.
âYou messed up what we were building.â
Resnesmee leaves off to refill her bucket.
âItâs fine. Iâll just fix it.â
âWould you quit it?â he hissed.
You freeze.
âDamn! YouâŚ.â he huffed angrily, âWhy the hell did I even imprint on you, huh?â he says to you only you could hear.
âWhy are you talking like that?â
âBecause Iâm frustrated! I choose Nessie. Not you. So, you donât have to keep inserting yourself because you donât soothe me or my wolf. She does. Youâre not good enough for us. Nessie is. When she grows up, she will be able to see our bond and we can get married and I canât wait. Until then, butt out.â
You drop the shovel as your sight began to be blurry. Your heart broke in a clean split. Resnesmee watched in confusion as she tries to return to the sandcastle with a bucket full of fresh wet sand.
âAre you leaving?â she asks in a small voice. You nod sadly not wanting to let a child see you cry.
âHave fun, okay?â you say with a smile that you tried your best to muster up and walk off.
You look over before leaving and Jacob is immersed in the time heâs spending with Renesmee. He looked up once and the look gave you a shiver down your spine. Almost like disgust.
You accept this. Jacob didnât want you. You definitely didnât want him. As you went home, you felt like you were leaving the bond right at the beach.
That night, Paul sat on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped together.
âHe said all of that?â Paul asks quietly with furrowed eyebrows.
Rachel chuckled a bit, âYeah. Thatâs why she left.â
Paul sighed in disbelief.
âHe stays bullying her. He must really hate the imprint bond they have.â she says as she laughs.
âThe fuck are you laughing for?â Paul speaks darkly.
She pauses as she looks at Paulâs dark demeanor. He turns to her and expects her to answer so he asks her another question, âWhat? You think that shit is funny?â
Sheâs silent as she looks at him.
He rolls his eyes and turns back forward.
âYouâre acting like Iâm the one who said that.â she tells him.
âIâm not dumb Rachel and youâre pretending like I am and thatâs pissing me off.â
âHow? Did I call you dumb?â she quizzed him.
âNo, but I know what you did at your party.â
Silence dropped like a dead weight.
âForgot to get my keys when it was time to drop Quil off. I heard you talking shit with all of the imprints. Why did you feel the need to put your hands on her?â
âShe had a knife! She embarrassed me on my birthday!â
âSheâs better than me. Blood wouldâve shed.â
Rachel scoffs, âYouâre such a weirdo.â
âTakes one to know one. Isnât that right?â
Rachel rolls her eyes and grabs your belongings, âIâm out.â
Paul didnât care. The door slammed and he lay back in bed as he made plans to apologize to you on behalf of both Rachel and Jacob.
He blinked awake as he made his way to your house. You werenât there. He knew your next favorite place was the beach.
He scanned the shore but didnât see you either. He puts two hands on his hips as he knew for a fact you wouldnât go to Jacobâs, especially not after what happened.
He saw a figure, high up on a cliff. He called your name but you couldnât hear him. He called it again with two hands around his mouth to echo it. No use.
He ran to where he would have to get to the top of the cliffs.
The wind whipped on your skin as you stare down at the moving water.
You close your eyes. You blindly jump and Paul screamed your name louder as he was almost there to the top and seen your body jump off.
âMine.â
âImprint.â
âSave her.â
He listened to the determined voice of his wolf.
He dived right behind you.
You werenât moving, you let the current of the water drag you down, pulling you into the darkness. The darkness that matched your damaged heart.
Paulâs strong hand pulled you out and he pressed and pressed on your chest on the shore until you gasped for air. Water couched out of your mouth as he sat you up. He rubbed your back as he patted it to make sure you coughed all of the water up.
You blink at him and it was like you saw an angel. The angel was Paul looking down at you in worry. It hit you both like whiplash as Jacob was forgotten. Rachel was forgotten. It was just you and him. You and him against the world. He saw a bright future. You saw a shimmer of hope.
He hugged your wet body then.
âFuckâŚWhat the hell were you thinking, Y/N?â he whispered emotionally.
You couldnât speak. He didnât pressure you to.
You peel off your clothes in the bathroom and set them outside of the bathroom door like Paul instructed. He threw them in the dryer while you stood in the shower. You donât rush.
Your mind racked with wonders and fear but your heart reminded you that you were right where you belonged. As you scrubbed your skin, you felt yourself being able to call his house, your home. You shake your head.
You clutched the towel as you sat on the toilet lid. You didnât want to leave and face Paul.
A knock at the door startled you a bit.
âYes?â you answer with a small voice.
âAre you alright? Youâve been in there for a while. Your clothes are dry.â
You were shocked that you were in the bathroom for that long.
You twist open the door but you sit back down on the toilet lid.
âY/N? Whatâs going on?â he asks carefully. You clutched your towel tighter.
You opened your mouth but the words wouldnât fall from the tip of your tongue.
He kneels in front of you.
âI heard what happened yesterday. It was fucked up.â he whispered. You look down.
âI donât know ifâŚI dont know if itâs me just completely heartbrokenâŚBut, when you saved meâŚIt felt like it did when I looked at Jacob for the first time.â
âY/N, I imprinted on you. Thatâs why you felt what you felt.â
Your bottom lip wobbled, âJust reject it. Reject it please. Delete forever.â you say and shake your head.
âNo. No way in hell Iâm doing that.â
âMy old imprint threw me away like garbage. Donât toy with me. Just let me know where my clothes are.â you say as you get up but the towel fell from your distress. Paul bit back on his lip before a shaky hand picked up your towel. You leave out the bathroom as you glanced about in the hallway.
He gently takes your arm.
âIâm not toying with youâŚ.Jacob is an idiot.â he says quietly.
You donât say anything still not believing him but you couldnât detect the lie you were looking for.
âLook at me.â he says encouragingly soft.
You look up.
He then slowly smiled, âAre you listening?â
You slowly nod.
âI feel on top of the world right nowâŚBeing around you brings me peaceâŚDo I bring you peace?â
You think for a moment before you eventually nod. He rubbed your arms. His touch made you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.
âYou donât ever have to worry about them, alright?â he says. You nod again.
âDo youâŚAccept the imprint with me?â he asks nervously. You never seen him nervous before. You nod again.
âNo, I want to hear you say it.â
You crack open your mouth and whisper out a very sure yes. The smile he gave you made your heart pound in your ears.
Slowly, the gap between you two were closed as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips. You blink as you pull back. His thumb brushed your bottom lip to keep them slightly open. He leans in again. It was addicting just to do. You raise your hands to touch his face while he titled his head into the kiss.
You gasp as you realized that the towel had dropped again.
âDonât worry about it.â he says in your ear, he pulled you to him and you felt the delicious heat from his skin.
His hands make your body respond in ways you never knew it could. The kiss was more sensual and passionate. Youâve never been kissed like that before and you found out very quickly that you liked it.
He takes your hand and let you feel the hardness in his shorts. He groaned in your mouth as you break out a breathy but soft moan.
He lifts you in his arms as if you were the most delicate china dish known to man.
Laying back, you pant slightly as you look at him. He shoved his shorts down and takes your hand again to feel him. He was so heavy and so veiny.
Breaths were heavy as you watch him groan and move his hips while you held him in your hand.
He goes in for another kiss which makes you feel achy and horny. Youâve been excited before but this was something different.
A set of warm hands caressed your body as you lay back on his comfortable bed.
Lips and tongue circled the nipples the your breast before he sleeked his fingers in your wet center. You sigh out.
He relaxed your thighs as he whispered for you to keep them open for him. You stutter out your breaths as he licked and ate at the moist center that was in his face.
His hands never stopped feeling your skin and you felt like you were in flames.
You didnât know what was what. All you knew was that it was daylight when you arrived to it now being dark.
You breathe in and out when you pushed him away from not being able to take it anymore. You crawl away from him but he follows you.
On your hands and knees, you moan out shakily as he kept gliding himself in between you as his hands were firm on your waist and hips. He picked up the pace and you wished he was inside of you as he did so because it felt so good that you were crumbling all over again. He held you against him with your back to his chest as you fell apart once again.
He kissed your neck and felt the front of you. His hand caressed the center that was dripping wet.
Circling and dipping his fingers, you gripped his strong arms as you whined his name. Your hips moved to the sunken fingers that were inside of you as he traced his tongue with your ear. Your body gives out as you saw the same stars once again.
He lays you on your back as he slowly entered into you. He makes sure to keep your nub stimulated with his thumb as he does so.
You felt so full as you blinked at the darkness.
He moved and you felt like you were melting inside and out. He felt like he was in a wet dream. Both of you were so in the zone of each other, that you both forgot how to breathe at times.
Sitting hand in hand at Billyâs table, he smiled to you.
âWhen a door closes, a window will open.â he tells you both.
You look at each other with a smile that each other displayed to show that you both were happy. The feelings were mutual.
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White Wedding [Mini Verstappen Series]


Dad!Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (Established Relationship)
Summary: The Full version of the wedding.
Warning(s): N/A
Words: 4.9k
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February 2, 2025
It had been a surprisingly warm day in Belgium for February. You had spent the morning at Victoriaâs apartment getting ready for the wedding. You had coffee with Sophie before the hair and makeup lady came to get all three of you ready.
You and Max had chosen to have the wedding at a neoclassical castle in Kapellen. It was big enough given that the guest list had a little more than 100 people showing up. You have been a little concerned as it normally was still snowing in Belgium during this part of the year.
The woman who was doing your hair into loose waves pinned some of the ringlets back away from your face, spraying on the last bit of the hairspray when Victoria had walked into the room holding Luka.
âReady?â She asked.
You gave her a nod back.
The drive over made some of your nerves come out. You were tapping your foot in the backseat. Sophie had eventually put her hand over your knee. You had stopped instantly leaning back, this was probably the longest you had gone without talking to Max since you had moved in with him.
Pulling up to the castle felt surreal. It had all been set up with white tent covers. You could see people outside, some straighten-ing chairs, and others moving around to fix flower arrangements.
Victoria had parked the car and got out.
âCome on, we should go up before anyone sees you.â Sophie said, opening the door.
You had walked through the back entrance of the house, taking in the fine crown molding just like you did the first time you and Max had walked through here together.
âItâs a little much, no?â He asked.
âWell you only get married once.â You said placing your hand on the banister that lead upstairs.
âJust once? What if I want to marry you again?â
âThen next time you can choose,â You said before feeling his hand grip yours.
You knew that this venue wasnât exactly Maxâs style. A beach Caribbean wedding was the original plan, but it fell through with the wedding date being a month before the start of the season and still wanting to go on a two week honeymoon.
âFine, castle it is.â Max placed a kiss on your forehead. âI get first choice on food when we talk to the caterer though.â
You knew exactly what Max would want to serve everyone, kebabs with a few Italian inspired dishes added in.
âOkay, but weâre doing family style since itâll be easier. We just need to make sure to have a vegan option for Lewis.â
âYou always think of everything.â You leaned in a little more into Maxâs side giving your shoulders a small shrug.
âThank the wedding planner for being able to do this in less than 5 months.â Both you and Max shared a chuckle before walking outside to take a look at where the actual wedding would take place.
You had gone up to the master bedroom to see the dress that you had picked out was already hanging on the white silk hanger, in the Ivory color that you had chosen all those months ago forgoing the Dutch tradition of wearing white. Pnina Tornai really knew how to design a wedding dress. It was mermaid style with defined lace detailing that had a bone in strapless corset top.
âMy brother isnât going to know what hit him.â Victoria said, as she stood there in a blush pink dress of her own choosing.
You smiled at her before she helped you put on the dress, lacing up the corset strings, and tightened them just enough so you could still breathe. She had fastened the strings at the end of the corset and then left saying that she was going to check on Max.
âCan you tell him that Iâll see him down there?â You asked her. She nodded back to you.
âI will.â Before leaving the room.
Sophie had come in when you were putting in a pair of Van Cleef mother of pearl butterfly stud earrings in white gold.
You saw her from the mirror in the vanity. She was wearing a navy off the shoulder dress that cut off just after her knees and in her hands she was holding a black box.
âHalo, Y/N.â
âHi, Sophie.â She walked further into the room, closing the door behind her. She moved to sit to the left of you pulling up a chair, before moving the black velvet box into your lap.
âI know, normally in the Dutch tradition the mother of the grooms donât give the bride a gift, but I wanted to give you something that I wore on my wedding day to Jos... My marriage to Maxâs father wasnât the happiest, but it was a testament to how strong I became as a person as a result of being married to him. Marriage isnât an easy thing, itâs constant work, you must take the bad with the good while you are together.â She took in a shaky breath. âMy son is going to be your teammate in life, love, and in parenting.â She paused.
âSo, Iâm giving you this as a reminder to love Max with everything that you have, and with my hope that you'll make sure to listen to one another, and to be there when times are the hardest.â She finished, and then encouraged you to open the box.
You had pulled the lid open to reveal a diamond tennis bracelet, made of single carat stones in a white gold setting.
âMy mother had it made for me, and I want to give it to you, and if you and Max ever have a daughter, I thought you could pass it down to her.â
You were a little blown away.
âSophie, are you sure you donât want to give this to Victoria? Iâm sure when Tom is ready theyâll-âShe didnât let you finish your sentence and started to shake her head no.
âI have many pieces that will one day be hers. This is just for you.â Sophie took the bracelet out of the box and clasped it around your left wrist.
You didnât know how to say thank you for this. So, instead you reached over and hugged her. She had slowly pulled away from you, taking your hand.
âCome, my son wonât wait all day.â You lightly laughed, quickly slipping on the 3-inch nude suede crystal encrusted Louboutin shoes onto your feet.
Sophie had walked down the stairs with you and ushered you into the living room but not fast enough that you didnât see Max, who was standing there with Daniel, Martijn, and Maxâs childhood friend Jack.
You could hear Nicoâs voice, âJust walk and hold the pillow?â
âYes, and when we need them, Daniel will ask for them. Just like in practice.â
âOkay Papa.â Nico said up to Max. âBut why is Mamaâs ring so sparkly?â
âBecause Mama deserves a ring thatâs pretty but not prettier than she is.â Hearing Max say that made a flash of tears fill up your eyes.
You only had a few moments before Sophie needed to walk out there before Max. You couldn't help but be a little nervous about walking down the aisle.
âSophie,â Y/N said to her as they walked out of the room, hand in hand before the music started playing for her to walk down the aisle. âI just want to thank you. Thank you for raising Max the way that you did, and being there for him when Nico came into his life.â
You could see that Sophie was starting to tear up a bit. âMy son loves you, and my grandson too. I couldnât have asked for a better wife to my son even if I had a hand in choosing her myself.â
You gave her a nod and then she hugged you, pulling you in a little tight. She gave one of your hands a squeeze before walking out of the room, making sure to give you the bouquet of tulips, peonies, and hydrangeas all in shades of white or blue.
You could hear some of the music start from outside, with the hallway slowly clearing out after that.
Nico going first, hoping that he remembered to sit next to Tom just like at the rehearsal, and then with your friends moving to clasp arms with Martijn, and Jack. Victoria and Daniel went last as Maid of Honor and Best Man.
Sophie was supposed to walk out next with Max but you could hear her through the wall.
âIâm surprised that youâre not nervous.â She spoke.
âNervous? No, everything feels right, like it should. I just want to see her.â You heard Max say.
âYou will, and she looks beautiful.â
âThank you for everything Mum, really.â
âShe makes you happy, that is all a mother could want for her son.â
It fell quiet after that. The only sound was coming from outside, there was a key change and then the sound of an orchestral rendition of Lana Del Reyâs Young and Beautiful started to play.
That was your cue.
You had made your way out of the living room towards the doors that lead out into the lawn, through the open doors and saw everyone sitting there. You could see people from your side of the family, friends, co-workers, and Lewis (who insisted on sitting on your side of the aisle) sitting on the left side. Then on the right you could see a mix of Maxâs family, the guys on the grid & Sebastian Vettel, some of the engineers from Red Bull, a few of the Team Redline guys, and then Christian and Geri who were sitting in the front row with Sophie, Tom, Nico, Luka, and Leo.
You looked down the aisle to see Max standing there, in a fitted black suit, giving you a watery smile, with a few tears falling from his eyes.
You gripped your bouquet tighter trying to move at the same pace of the song. You wanted to already be up there, standing next to Max.
A few more short steps before you were looking at Max, his eyes a watery blue, with a wide smile across his face.
You took a step up on the small platform, now standing next to Max. You gave him a reassuring smile.
Both you and Max looked at one another before the officiant started.
âHello everyone,â The graying man said into the mic. âWe are all gathered here today before friends, family, and loved ones to bring together Max and Y/N. By being here today in front of close friends and family, they are making a lasting commitment to one another, to love, to be present, to always listen to the other, to fight every battle as if they are one team, one family, to love the other with pure adoration, understanding, and a spark that doesnât diminish over time.â
There was a silent moment before he continued, âI would like Max and Y/N to join hands for this next part so they may exchange vows and rings.â
You leaned down a little to hand over your bouquet to Victoria, who happily took it from your hands.
You stepped towards Max, mouthing a small, âHi.â
He gave you a silent chuckle and a, âHello.â back clasping your hands together.
âAnd the rings please,â The officiant asked, looking at Daniel.
Daniel gave a small shake of his head, silently saying that he didnât have them and then pretended to check his pockets until Nico came up behind Daniel and pulled them out of one of the front pockets of Danielâs suit.
Max laughed slightly, shaking his head at Daniel before the rings were in the officiantâs hands. You let out a small chuckle, same old Daniel. You had hoped that he would put his antics to rest on this one day.
âA circle is a symbol of Unity, Infinity, wholeness as well as eternal love. By wearing these rings, you are promising to uphold all of these meanings to one another from this day, until youâre last. Y/N if you will please?â He asked holding his hand open for her to take Maxâs ring in her hand to slip it onto his finger.
âMax,â She started feeling the weaved carbon fiber that made up the design of his ring, slipping it onto his left hand. âI donât know what my life would be like without you and Nico in it. I feel the most loved when Iâm with you, and I feel lucky every day that you trust me, can joke around with me, and let me be your shoulder to lean on when you need it.â
She took in a small breath, âIâm in awe of the loyalty that you have for people, and then I remember that Iâm one of those few lucky people who has it too. I love you; I just love everything about you, how you are never anything but yourself to people, that you're honest with everyone that you meet, and loving, to your sister, mom, nephews, our cats, and your son.â
You looked from Max to Nico, outstretching your hand towards Nico, asking him to walk closer to you so he could stand up on the altar with you and Max. You waited until Nico stood at your side and reached his little hand up to hold yours.
âYour son, our son means so much to me,â You could see that Maxâs eyes were welling up with more tears. You kept a strong hold on Maxâs hand while leaning down towards Nico, talking directly to him.
âNico, I may not have been there when you were born, or when you experienced a few of your firsts. Regardless of those things, youâll always be my son, and I wonât let anything, or anyone change that.â
Nico was quick to reach for you, wrapping his arms around the lace fabric at the bottom of the dress. âMama.â You could hear him sob. He tightened his hold around your knees, and you looked up at Max seeing him give you the biggest watery smile that he could manage and pressed his lips together to stop his tears from falling.
You placed a kiss on Nico's forehead and then did your best to stand, but he didnât let you go with his hands still on the skirt of your dress.
âYou and our son are my family, and that will always come first to me. I promise to make this last, through every argument, every night spent away from one another, and every child that we may have in the future.â You finished off taking in a shaky breath.
The officiant just stood there and held out his hand for Max to start.
Max blinked trying to clear the tears from his eyes and then cleared his throat. âI remember when we first met,â He started and took a pause. âYou told me that if something matters⌠Iâd make time for it. I was surprised that you had given me a chance, and had been so patient with me, letting me set the pace through those eight months.â It had been hard, letting Max set the pace of the relationship early on. But you have been patient with him because you felt like he was worth waiting for. You felt him grip your hand tighter, his thumb tracing over your fingers like a track that he could drive in his sleep. âThis was all before you had found out about Nico, when we were still trying to make us work, flying from London to Monaco just to spend a few hours together, it was also before you had become Nicoâs mum.â
As Max spoke you could feel that he wasnât as nervous to tell you these things. He wasnât as nervous to let you know what going through those things was like for him.Â
âOnce you found out about Nico, I felt like I had finally found someone who I could let myself be goofy and joke with. You understand me without me having to tell you things. You donât push me to talk about things unless I let you. You are my lioness, my mijn leeuwin, protecting our cub, and building us a home while Iâm off racing. You are the barrier from the outside world where I donât have to worry about anything else. I know that youâre there, waiting for me to come home, always.â
Max had reached for the diamond encrusted ring, slowly slipping it onto your finger and then lifted your hand up to his lips placing a kiss on top of the band. He pulled away and you ran a finger over his chin feeling the light stubble under your finger. He gave you a big smile to the point where his eyes crinkled at the sides and watched as his lips slightly trembled.
âI promise to protect that with everything that I have, never take you for granted, to always listen to you, and make you feel like you are the most important thing to me, more than any trophy, or the miles that may separate us when Iâm gone.â
âI love you.â You whispered to him when you felt a single tear fall down your cheek.
There were a few silent beats, almost as if the words needed to sink in before the officiant started again.
âDo you Y/N take Max to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day on, for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?â The officiant asked.
âI do.â You said without any hesitation in your voice.
âAnd do you Max, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day on, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickedness and in health, until death do you part?â
âYes, I do.â Max smiled wide with his words.
âBy the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife.â The officiant said and then took a small step back. âYou can kiss the bride.â
Max took a small step forward and then you did as well. Your lips met Maxâs with his hand holding your waist and then dropping to the back of your dress running over the lace detailing and ribbon that made up the back of the corset. Your arms went around his neck pulling him in deeper. The hoots and hollers from the crowd muffled in your ears.
A few seconds later you could feel Nicoâs hand drop from the skirt of your dress before you and Max pulled away from each other. You looked out to see that Nico was standing next to Sophie now before you felt Max take your hand so you could walk inside. Max took a few steps and then helped you down from the altar so you didnât trip in your shoes.
Half an hour after the ceremony, the guests were already inside. Martin was behind the DJ booth with Lando standing by his side.
âI still donât know why Y/N and Max didnât take my offer to DJ the wedding?â Lando asked Martin.
âMaybe because I already offered, and it wasnât as an exchange for a wedding gift.â He said turning down the EQ levels to the track that was playing.
Lando just shook his head before taking a sip of his drink.
âHas anyone seen the bride and groom yet?â Daniel asked Victoria and Tom who were standing a few meters away from Martin
âNot yet. Grand entrance and all.â Tom replied.
Daniel kept walking through the room, making his rounds as best man until he stopped at Sebastian and talked to him for a bit.
âHey Seb,â Daniel greeted him.
âDaniel,â He greeted the Aussie with a hug.
âMax told me he wasnât sure if you were gonna come.â
âLast minute RSVP. I wasnât sure if I was at first. But happy that I could be here to see him settle down and get married.â
âHeâs happy that you're here. Just waiting to see him and the Mrs. come down soon.â
âWell, before that, how do you feel about a little bet between former teammates?â Seb asked, placing his arm around Danielâs shoulders.
âWhat have you got in mind?â Daniel said, leading Seb towards the bar. He saw Sophie come into the room from outside while holding Nicoâs hand. The wedding photographer must have been done with them outside.
A few minutes later the music changed again and two sets of footsteps could be heard against the wood flooring. There was a loud cheer from all of the guests seeing Max and Y/N walk out from under the doorway.
From there the room broke out in upbeat music with people eating and drinking, with people breaking into little groups of conversation while occasionally walking over to the bride and groom to give them their congratulations.
The second course had been placed down on the tables and everyone was sitting in their seats with Daniel moving to stand to the right of Max.Â
Daniel gave a loud whistle trying to get everyoneâs attention as they were all finally sitting down. âThanks, thank you.â He started to say before moving to pick up his champagne glass.
âHey guys, to those of you who donât know me, Iâm Daniel. The best man,â He said, holding the mic up to his lips with his free hand.
âI just wanted to get on here and say a few words about the bride and groom. Maybe a little more the groom then the bride, sorry Y/N.â Daniel saw her give him a little shrug. She didnât take it personally.
âSo yeah, Max. Weâve known each other a long time, since before you first started driving in F1, I think you were like 12?â Daniel joked knowing that Max was 13 the first time they met. âI couldnât imagine then when we first met that I would be able to be the best man at your wedding to the fox that you just married,â The crowd gave off a few hollers and Daniel could see that Y/N only slightly shook her head at his comment with a light pink flush painting her cheeks. âYou were a scrawny awkward looking kid when I met you, and now look at you. Married with a kid. I would be lying if I said there werenât bets placed today on when there is going to be another one.â
There was a small round of chuckles heard from a few of the drivers in attendance.
âBut I digress, mate, youâve got yourself a good one there.â Daniel further raised his glass. âY/N, you make Max happy, I just want to let you know that youâve married into a family that not only loves you but has truly welcomed you with open arms. I hope Max, that you know how lucky you are to have her in your life. Women like her donât come around every day.â
âTo many more years for the two of you, to Mr. and Mrs. Verstappen.â Daniel finished off before everyone took a drink from their glasses.
A few moments later Victoria stood up next to Y/N and started her speech.
âTo those of you who donât know me, Iâm not only Y/Nâs Maid of Honor but Iâm also Maxâs little sister. I just wanted to officially welcome Y/N to the family, and let you know how excited I am to have a sister-in-law. I heard a lot about you when you and Max had first started dating. He would always want to talk about you, and when you met Nico it only seemed like he started to talk about you even more. Having said that, Max I love you. But if you screw this up, I get to keep her in the divorce.â
Max let out a big laugh and then reached for Y/Nâs hand. She looked at him and he gave her a fake questioning look that said, Something I donât know about. She just shook her head at him and then Max smiled at Victoria knowing that she was only joking.
âI donât plan on letting that happen,â He interjected and heard a few chuckles from the rest of the wedding party. Max reached for Y/Nâs hand and lightly kissed the back of it.
Victoria let out a laugh, âRegardless, as weâve gotten to know each other really well over the years. You have truly become like a sister to me, being a sympathetic ear when I need it when it comes to the kids, and always being someone that I can rely on.â Victoria lifted up her glass, âTo my brother and sister-in-law.â
Everyone drank from their glasses and Nico and Victoriaâs boys drank from the little glasses filled with sparkling apple cider that mimicked the champaign.
Martin had stepped away from the DJ setup with an announcement of the first dance for the bride and groom with Geri taking the mic. Y/Nâs eyes widened seeing Geri holding the mic as Max took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. Max pulled her into his chest as Geriâs voice filled the room to Ed Sheeranâs Perfect playing as they swayed to the music with him occasionally spinning her.
The song was coming to a slow close when Nico had walked up trying to slip between his parents. Max lifted Nico, dancing with them for a moment. Then set Nico down so he could dance with Y/N for a few moments while he went to dance with Sophie for the next song.
Nico ran off when the song had ended and Christian had walked onto the dance floor. âDo you mind Y/N?â
âOf course not Christian.â She said before he pulled her into his arms.
âIâm sure youâve heard it plenty of times in the last few days but youâre good for him. Not when it comes to him racing but just for who he is as a person.â
She gave Christian a nod, âHeâll never tell you this, but youâre a second set of parents to him,â She said gesturing to Max who had pulled Sophie onto the dance floor, âand a great grandfather to Nico.â
Christian gave her a nod back and then turned his head to see Daniel standing there.
âFather daughter dance is over. Mind if I cut in?â
âThere has been a lot of cutting in.â Y/N said to Daniel.
âYouâre in a room full of F1 drivers, itâs going to happen quite a lot.â Y/N rolled her eyes at him and then let Daniel pull her in. Christian walked back to his table and offered his hand up to Geri.
Max had pulled Y/N away from the dancefloor after the fifth driver on the grid had pulled her in to dance with them so that the wedding cake could finally be cut. It was a three tier white cake with the groom in a race suit that was fashioned to look like a tuxedo and the bride standing at his side.
They both managed to interlock their arms taking a bite from the cake, Maxâs lips covered in the white ganache frosting and then she lifted the plate to his face and let it smear all over his skin trying to avoid his eyes.
The plate fell away and he had a devious expression on his face and she knew that she was in trouble. He reached for her and pressed a cake covered kiss to her lips before wiping any of the excess cake from their faces.
They left to clean up further and came back to the party with Daniel having the photographer's camera in his hand. He started taking candid photos. Daniel had gotten a picture of most of the wedding party and went looking for Max and Y/N after they had disappeared for a little too long to see them making out by the service entrance to the house and snapped a quick picture before leaving them to their fun.
It was a while later that Max and Y/N rejoined the party long enough to throw the bouquet out into the crowd of young âsingleâ women; Danielâs longtime girlfriend of two years had caught it and then they made a final round of all the guests before leaving the party. Daniel was the only one whose eyes went to the couple noticing Y/Nâs hair fall out of her pin backed look.
âHave a nice time.â Sophie said as Nico stood with his parents holding her hand.
âWe will,â Y/N said before Nico reached for her as he pressed his face into the skirt of her dress.
âWeâll be home in two weeks, be good for Oma, okay?â Y/N asked Nico. As they left to get into the car to leave for the hotel for their early morning fight, Nico gave her a nod and hugged Max with a silent goodbye hanging in the air, giving his parents a final wave.
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Earn it
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Summary: You were going to forgive Rafe but he fucks up more and you decide to make him work for it
Warnings: Swearing, mention of drug use, alcohol use, angst with a smutty/fluffy ending (mdni), slight exhibitionism, oral f!receiving, p in v, and after care <3
You wake up the next morning and decide to call Rafe before work but he doesn't answer. You figure he's just sleeping and don't think anything of it. You go about your morning as usual and head to the country club. You have a fairly normal shift, serving regulars and getting tips. It's towards the end of your shift that things take a turn for the worst.
You had finished making your rounds on her cart and was getting ready to leave when you see Topper and Rafe sitting at a table. Curious, you stand close enough to listen to their conversation without them noticing you .
"Man I told you. Chicks like that are cool for one night, not something serious." Topper says resting his hand on Rafe's shoulder. Rafe doesn't answer and just stares out at the golf course in front of him.
You weren't suprised by Toppers words. You knew he didn't like you but you never paid him any mind. That being said Rafe just listening and not defending you didn't just shock you but hurt as well. You continue listening hoping he'll say something.
"Look how about tonight we go to that kegger and get you a girl to take your mind off that pouge. Cause that's all she is. Alright?" Topper says leaning close to Rafe. "Whatever man." Rafe says still not looking at him.
This makes your heart drop. You can't believe Rafe agreed to finding another girl instead of making things right with her. "Alright. That's what I wanna hear. Trust me pretty soon this chicks gonna be a distant memory." Topper says patting Rafe on the back.
It's this gesture that makes you decide you're not going to let her heart hurt anymore over Rafe. You're going to go to the kegger with your new friends and have a great time without Rafe. You leave the country club soon after and head home to take a shower.
By the time you've taken your shower and gotten ready you've got about an hour before it's time to go so you go to the living room to talk to see Barry. "You and Rafe got another date?" he asks. "No, i'm going to a kegger with my friends." you reply.
"You mean those pouges that stole from me." Barry says sitting up on the couch. "You act like we've never done shit like that." you say defending your friends. "You got a point there but what does country club think of you hanging around them?" Barry replies.
"I don't care what Rafe thinks he's a dick." you answer bluntly. "This about that fight y'all had?" he asks. "That and the shit he let Topper say about me and then he agreed to go to the kegger with Topper and find another girl." you say getting increasingly angrier just talking about it.
"You need me to take care of them?" Barry asks suddenly concerned with what Rafe and Topper had done. "No it's fine. I just want to have fun tonight." you answer. "Then you do that but if some shit pops off you call me. Alright?" he says pointing at you to emphasize his words.
"I will. I'm gonna head out, see if my friends need help setting up. I'll see you later." you say as you head for the leaves. You drive to the location JJ sent you and see the pouges still setting things up. "Hey y'all." you say greeting them. "Hey Y/n, you're early" Kiara says greeting you.
"Yeah, I wanted to see if you guys needed help setting up." you reply. "We actually do. I'm pretty sure JJ and Pope need help moving the kegs." Kiara says pointing towards them. "Okay, i'll see what I can do." you tell Kiara as you head their way.
You help the guys put the kegs in place until it's time for people to start arriving. The beach quickly fills with teenagers from both sides of the island. You sit with Sarah around one of the fires. "So how are things with you and my brother?" Sarah asks looking at the cup in her hand.
"No offense but your brother's kind of a dick." you respond. Sarah laughs before saying "None taken. I know how he is." "What'd he do besides the argument between you too." she adds. you explain what happened at the country club.
"Wow he really is a dick and so is Topper. I'm so glad I left him." Sarah says. "You two dated?" you ask. "Yeah for a while actually, but it just wasn't meant to be you know." she replies. You nod in response "Yeah I know what you mean." "Enough boring boy talk. We're here to have fun." Sarah says pulling you up from your seated position.
The two of you make your way over to where the drinks are. Sarah refills her drink and you grab one for yourself. After they get their drinks they find the John b and JJ playing a game of beer pong. You both stand with Pope and Kiara to watch.
As they're watching Kiara notices Rafe and Topper not far away. She nudges Sarah and motions toward them with her head. When she looks she doesn't just see Rafe and Topper but also a girl getting dangerously close to Rafe. Kiara and Sarah quickly move in front of you to block your view.
"What are you guys doing?" you say laughing. "Nothing just trying to get a better view of the game." Kiara blurts out nervously. You don't pay them any more attention and go back to your conversation with Pope.
During the conversation you can't help but notice Pope constantly looking over your head. Curious, you turns to look where Sarah and Kiara are blocking. The sight you see makes your blood run cold. You see one of the girls from the country club with her arms thrown around Rafes neck.
As luck would have it he looks up at the same time and makes eye contact with you. He instantly removes the girls arms and starts moving your direction. You quickly turn around to get away from him.
You make it to a more secluded area of the beach before he reaches you. He grabs your wrist to get you to stop. "Don't fucking touch me Rafe." you say trying to pull your hand back but he won't let you.
"Baby lemme explain. It's not what you think." Rafe pleads. "Not what I think? You just had another girl hanging off of you." you reply. "Listen she wouldn't fuck off and Topper just kept encouraging her. You know I only want you." he says trying to convince you.
"You know I heard you two's conversation earlier about how you were gonna find another girl tonight. Looks like you found her." you say finally pulling your hand from Rafes grip. "What are you talking about?" Rafe questions confused. "Don't play dumb Rafe, what you guys were talking about at the country club." you respond.
"I was high outta my mind when I was at the country club. I don't know what the hell I said but I know I wouldn't say that." he says defending himself. "Topper said it not you but you didn't say no." you argue back. "How is something Topper said my fault?" Rafe replies. "Look Rafe i'm tired of this. Okay? Just go back to whoever that is." you say referring to the girl from earlier.
"No, I don't want her. I want you, Y/n. I know I fucked up and I pissed you off but I'm trying to fix it. Can you just please let me?" Rafe says grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him.
"Rafe-" you begin but he cuts you off. "At least let me hold you baby I know it hasn't been long but I fucking miss you." Rafe pleads tightening his grip on you. As angry as you were you had to admit being back in his arms felt good.
"I missed you too I guess." you mumble into his chest. "What?" he says. "Nothing, I didn't say anything." you say trying to back away. "No, I heard you say you missed me." Rafe says pulling you back with a smile. "Shut up." you mutter leaning your head against his chest.
The two of you stay like that for a moment, just soaking in each other's company. "How about you let me show you how much I missed you?" Rafe whispers wrapping an arm around your shoulders. This makes you look up at him. "I don't know I'm kinda still mad." you say trying to see how hard he's willing to work.
"Oh, are you?" Rafe says trailing his hand down to your ass giving it a squeeze before starting to kiss along your neck, purposefully avoiding your sweet spot. "Sure am." you reply moving your head to give him better access to your neck.
"You sure cause your body seems pretty happy with me." he says as he moves his hand underneath your dress to cup your cunt. "I don't kn-" you start to say before you feel him dip his hand into your underwear. "What were you saying?" he asks continuing to play with you.
"Fuck. Okay. You win, let's go." you say, finally giving in to him. Rafe removes his hand from your underwear but keeps his arm around your waist. "Let's go to your place." you say as you start walking back with Rafe.
The two of you sneak off to Rafes truck where he quickly starts the engine and drives off. He keeps his hand on your thigh the entire way to his house, occasionally nudging where you really need him. Rafe tells you that no one's home at the moment which means you'll have the entire house to yourselves.
Once you both get to Rafe's you two waste no time getting out of the truck and inside the house. Rafe unlocks the door and you both stumble inside. you push Rafe against the door and pulls his head down so you can press your lips against his.
You tugs on his hair, making him let out a groan that lets you slip your tongue into his mouth. Rafe moves his hands to the back of your thighs and easily lifts you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you up the stairs to his room.
He sits down on his bed with you straddling him. You quickly take off your dress and bra before leaning back down to reconnect your lips. You starts moving your hips back and forth in his lap over his growing erection. "I missed you so much." Rafe pants out as he flips both of you so he's on top.
"It wasnt even two days." you tease as you help Rafe take off his shirt. "I don't care." he replies taking off his pants and pulling down your panties. "Missed this pussy." he mutters before spitting on your clit watching it drip through your folds. He puts your legs over his shoulders as he starts lapping at your cunt.
Your hands shoot to his hair as you moans. "I think this pussy missed me too. She's so wet." he says between licking and sucking between your legs. "Rafe i'm gonna cum." you say breathless. "Do it baby. Cum in my mouth." That's all it takes for you to come undone on Rafes tongue. Your back arches off the bed as you moan.
You lay back on the bed, still in a daze from your powerful orgasm. Rafe takes this time to grab a condom from his nightstand before taking off his boxers and putting on the condom. He gets back on top of you only for a moment as he flips both of you over so you're back on top.
"Your turn to do some work." Rafe says lying back on his pillows. You take his dick in your hands and line it up at your entrance before sinking down onto him. "Oh, fuck." you mutter closing your eyes momentarily. You wait before moving, trying to adjust to the stretch.
Eventually you start bouncing yourself up and down slowly gaining speed. You place your hands on his chest to ground yourself. Rafe puts his hands behind his head, admiring the view in front of him. You throw your head back before whining "Rafe baby, i don't know how much longer I can do this. I'm tired."
"You love to talk but you're really just a pillow princess, huh?" Rafe says as he grips her hips. You take this as your sign to stop and moves to lay chest to chest with Rafe. He begins fucking up into you rapidly. All you can do is moan as he abuses your hole.
"You gonna cum baby?" Rafe asks nearing his own climax. "Mhm." you whimper out weakly. He continues thrusting as your moans get louder and you start clenching around him. Soon you reach your second high of the night. Not long after Rafe cums into the condom.
The two of you lay like that for some time before Rafe gently pulls out and rolls you onto your back. He takes off the condom and throws it away before grabbing a towel to clean up with. After he's cleaned both of you off he pulls back the covers on his bed and places you under them.
He crawls in beside you and you sleepily curl into his side with your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around you as he looks down. He admires the peaceful look on your face as you drift off to sleep. He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear and presses a kiss to your forehead.
Even in your sleep you lightly smiles. He takes one final look at you before closing his eyes. As he drifts of to sleep he makes a promise to himself to never but he again. He has to change. He knows it'll be hard but for you it's worth it.
A/n: this is definitely the longest fic i've ever written but i js love rafe x barry's cousin!reader sm. anywho hope y'all liked it!!
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Taste the Tango
Wanda x Fem!Reader
Warnings: SoftTop(switch if you squint)!Reader, age gap (reader is of age), reader's best friend is Wanda's son, Tommy is graduating high school? (a choice that I don't think I've seen before, so let me know if you like?), Wanda is reader's former teacher, slight alcohol use, smut (fingering, oral)... I think that's everything?
Summary: You are in your hometown the summer before your senior year of college hanging out with your best friend. Unexpectedly, you also get some quality with his mom (and your former teacher).
WC: 10,350 words?!?! (a record for me)
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"Hey Y/N!" Your gaze shot up from the pavement to the open door ahead, smiling as you saw your best friend standing in the frame.
"Hey Tommy!" You jogged up to hug him, seeing as he and his twin brother just returned from a week long beach trip. You normally wouldn't be this excited to see him, but with complicated summer schedules and school across the country, it had been almost 6 months since the two of you had spent time together.
"This is crazy, I missed you so much!" He backs up and you immediately spot the sparkle in his eye that is easily recognized in the rest of his family.
"I know, me too!" You shook his shoulders and hugged him one more time. "So, you said you had something planned for today?" The two of you walked into the house and towards the kitchen. Your eyes secretly darted around the space for a certain someone, but you are slightly disappointed when you don't see the person you're looking for.
You feel guilty for hoping she would be there, since you were there to spend time with her son, but you couldn't silence your thoughts, no matter how hard you tried.
"Well I know it's kind of silly, but I picked up some rocks we could paint?" He scrunched up his face. "I don't know, I just wanted something mindless we could do while we caught up."
"Are you kidding, that sounds great!" You smiled.
"Alright, awesome! I've gotta head out by six so I can meet Ruby for dinner, but we have plenty of time," he said as you followed him back to his room. Ruby was his girlfriend of six months, so it prided you to know that hanging out with you was his priority.
The two of you made it to his room and he encouraged you to sit down as he left to get art supplies. Just before you were able to sit though, a voice reached into the depths of your mind.
"I knew I heard a familiar voice!" You turned around and there she was, as breathtaking as ever. Wanda Maximoff. The way her soft eyes met yours and her red wavy hair sat just above her shoulders made you melt. You prayed the moment would last forever, but the passing seconds were inevitable.
"Hi!" You excitedly walked over to your former teacher to give her a hug, painfully ignoring all other emotions you were feeling.
"How are you, Y/N?" She moved out of the hug, cheeks grazing, making you briefly look away.
"I'm absolutely wonderful, how about you?"
"I'm alright," she spoke as she softly smiled. "Are you excited for your last year of college?" She leaned up against the doorframe.
"I guess so? I love California, but I can hardly wait until I'm done with school already so that I can come home. Are you ready to become an empty nester?"
Billy and Tommy were three years younger than you, so they were just about to begin their college journey as you were ready to bring yours to a close. Tommy was only going to university an hour away and Billy five hours, but you imagined it would still be a lot for both boys to be leaving the house at once.
"Oh hush, dear." Ms. Maximoff playfully shoved your shoulder, a gesture you struggled to not linger on. "I don't wanna hear that talk. Let me soak in my boys being home while I can. And you being here while I can." She smiled with a small glint in her eye, but you knew she was dreading the boys' absence.
"Oh well, two more semesters and you won't be able to get rid of me."
"Perhaps it's selfish to say that we can't wait to have you back either, but I know you'll accomplish wonderful things in your last year there." She placed a hand on your shoulder and instinctively you placed your own on top of hers.
You internally panicked, worried that you were being too affectionate for a teacher/student/best friend's mother relationship, but she just moved to gently caress your cheek and proceeded to walk away.
You could hardly process your thoughts as your brain replayed the previous moment over and over, but this torturous habit is nothing you weren't unfamiliar with.
Every day that went by with Ms. Maximoff in your presence was a day to strenuously remember. You mentally recorded her words, her movements and her reactions. Time slowed with her around as you soaked in every detail about her possible.
Every day that went by without her was filled with daydreaming and guilt. You always wondered how she would react to something, or how she would respond in a private conversation. You tried to picture her thoughts and envision her smile before you. You hated how much you thought about her, yet craved to dream of her.
She was your high school english teacher, your best friend's mother, and your go-to mentor in any sticky situation.
She has already given you so much, and you despised the fact that you wanted more. You knew it was wrong, but she was your addiction.
"Earth to Y/N," A hand waved in front of your face and you quickly realized that Tommy had returned with the rocks and art supplies.
"Oh, hey Tommy!" You rubbed your eyes in shock.
"Where'd you go there?" He laughed and sat down on the floor.
"I uhh... can't remember." You lied, joining him on the floor, not letting him see the guilty emotions written across your face.
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Hours pass as the two of you work on your rocks and talk.
You tell him all about your travels while he fills you in on everything that happened at the beach and on his trips prior.
You love listening to all his little stories, especially those where his mom is involved. One of your favorite stories was when he talked about her affliction with the terrible kitchen at the beach house. She wouldn't stop complaining about the quality of the stove, which you ended up finding rather funny.
You asked him if she even actually used the stove, and he said no, which made you laugh out loud. Supposedly she apologized at the end of the trip for making such a big deal out of it.
He thought it was stupid, but you found it cute.
Of course that was something that she would do.
"What else crazy did she do on the trip?" You couldn't stop yourself from inquiring about her. Tommy never caught onto your special interest as he laughed it off and launched into the next story.
"So it was movie time, right?" He starts and you nod. "Well mom and I were advocating for She's Funny That Way since we're both madly in love with Kathryn Hahn."
You cackle and quickly agree with their side. "Of course."
"But Billy and Auntie Nat wanted to watch Knives Out!"
"I thought you liked that movie..."
"Ok yes, but Kathryn Hahn or Chris Evans?"
You thought about it for a moment. "Fair Enough." This made you wonder though about Ms. Maximoff's interest in Kathryn Hahn. There's no way she's.... attracted to her, right?
If Ms. Maximoff actually liked women, the hole you've dug for yourself would become infinitely deeper.
"Anyways, so mom, out of nowhere, says, 'You wanna watch Knives Out? Well guess what, Chris Evans is the villain and Ana de Armas gets the estate and money,' and Nat and Billy were furious."
"Oh my gosh!" You laughed with your hand over your mouth in disbelief. "So did you guys end up watching She's Funny That Way?"
"Well mom and I did. Billy and Nat went off to watch something else."
"Wow! That was vile!"
"It really was intense." He laughed and the conversation paused as both of you returned your attention to your rocks. Right before your paintbrush hit the surface though, his phone alarm went off.
"Aw, shoot. That's my timer for Ruby. We gotta clean up."
"That's alright." You gave him a soft smile. "We do have the last two weeks to hang out before I go, and I understand I'm not the only important person in your life."
He looked at you and smiled. "I love you, you know?"
"I love you too, you dork. Now let's clean these brushes and get these rocks outside to dry."
The two of you were cutting it real close to six once everything was cleaned, but before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to Tommy in the driveway just as Ruby had pulled in to pick him up.
"Alright, Y/N, we'll hang out soon!" He hugged you and stepped back.
"Oh you know it."
He followed you to your car, but you quickly realized you had left your keys inside.
"You know, I think I left my keys on your floor, but don't bother waiting for me to drive away. Go have fun with Ruby."
"Alright. My mom will let you in if it's locked." He hugged you one more time and joined his girlfriend in her car. You released a breath of air and headed back to the house, happy to see that the kitchen door was still unlocked.
Ms. Maximoff was standing in the room though when you walked in.
"Oh, hey Y/N/N! Did you forget something?" She looked up from the cutting board and veggies on the counter.
"Yeah. My keys are somewhere in Tommy's room," you said as you headed in that direction.
"Oh, so you're not back because you forgot to say 'goodbye' to me?" She teased.
"You read my mind!" You yelled from down the hall, embarrassed by how quickly you turned red.
Your keys were rather easy to find, but you took a bit longer to collect yourself before exiting Tommy's room.
"So," she said as you re-entered the kitchen. "What are you doing with your last two weeks before heading back to California?"
You were caught off guard with her conversation starter, but you were overjoyed that she wanted to talk. You leaned back onto the counter to face her.
"Well, it's all just trying to hang out with friends, even though most of them are off doing internships or traveling. I'm honestly just hanging around home a bunch," you shrugged.
"What, you didn't want to travel or anything?" She said as she continued to work on the cutting board at her fingertips.
"You know me, Ms. Maximoff, I love home just a little too much." You smiled and looked at your feet.
"Wanda, dear." She stopped her chopping and looked directly at you. "I was Ms. Maximoff to you because I was your teacher, but we've been over this, darling. Wanda, please."
You sighed. "It just... feels weird!"
"Ok, well you know what we do when things feel weird, Y/N?"
You looked at her questioningly.
"We practice, dear." She stepped around the kitchen island to lean on the counter across from you, and your thoughts started to get louder. "Say it. Say my name." She openly challenged you, so you had to accept.
"W- Wanda?" Your insides were burning.
"With confidence, dear."
You took a breath. "Wanda." You exclaimed, meeting her gaze from a few feet away.
"Good girl. Now use it in a sentence."
You blushed, knowing she saw it, but hoping she assumed it was from your discomfort. "Like... what?"
"Well, I don't know! A compliment, a question, a simple statement? I don't care, just say something. Anything." She commanded as your heart was pounding in your chest.
"I think your eyes are gorgeous, Wanda." Fuck. That wasn't supposed to come out. The woman across from you seemed to freeze briefly. "I mean- your eyes, Tommy and Billy's eyes... you all have the same eyes. I think... I think they're pretty. Wanda." FUCK.
Wanda still hadn't moved, her gaze digging into your soul. She finally took a breath, leaving a long pause in the conversation.
"What do you think of me, Y/N?"
"What?" Disbelief dripping from your reply as the intonation behind her question became lost on you.
"How do you process my image? My persona?" Wanda playfully smirked. "It must at least be slightly askew since I was your teacher, but what role do I play in your life?" She moved some cooking items away from the edge of the counter, proving to you that you had her full attention.
"Do you want me to be honest or uncomfortably honest?"
"I want to know why you chose me. Why you always turned in my homework but nobody else's. Why you wrote me thank you notes and asked me to write your college recommendation letters... why you confide in me and why you respect me so much..."
You stood in shock, feeling your body start to shake from the nerves. Your shoes all of a sudden became really interesting.
"Uncomfortably honest it is, then." You gave a long sigh and glanced back up to see her eyebrows raise in anticipation.
"It was one of the first lectures you gave me in 11th grade. I had started to realize that I was more introverted than I wanted to be, so I challenged myself to break out of that shell. I started doing that by speaking up in class. You had asked a question about our summer reading, and because I already knew you through Tommy, I felt comfortable to answer.
"To my surprise, you started a debate with me... and I didn't back down... and then you applauded me for standing up for something I believed in. That made me want to pay a lot more attention to you." You paused to take a breath, making sure the other woman was still paying attention. Wanda nodded in acknowledgement, but stayed silent to let you continue. "I started to listen to every word that came out of your mouth. I memorized every piece of information you shared, I watched what candy you picked out of the bag first, I payed attention to what music you were listening to, what books you were reading." You paused. "And so I started to notice things.
"You work to understand every single story in the room. You want to help as many people as possible, and you don't let their faults get in your way. You have a passion for what you teach and you want to share it with the world. You have good and bad days just like the rest of us, and you allowed me to see that. You are kind, empathetic, beautiful, and I have a great deal of respect for the way you carry yourself, Wanda."
Your heart raced as the two of you stared at each other for what felt like minutes. You had just poured your heart out to the one person who was never supposed to know anything. Wanda was speechless, which made you nervous. You continued to ramble.
"And- and its tricky because Tommy is genuinely my best friend and I don't know what I'd do without him... but if you're wondering what I think of you, I don't know what I'd do without you either. This family has made me who I am today. And it's all very complicated and confusing and difficult to navigate."
Wanda's eyes still stood stagnant, but you couldn't bear the silence anymore.
"Why do you ask?" You quietly gulped, praying some sound would exit her mouth.
"Would you like to stay for dinner? Billy is with friends tonight and Tommy is with Ruby, as you know, so I fear I have nobody to eat with." Wanda returned her attention to the preparations. The change of subject caught you off guard, but the opportunity to spend time with her was never something you wanted to turn down.
"Uh... sure! Let me just tell my mom I won't be home for our frozen pizza dinner." You made a goofy face that Wanda found hilarious after you commented on your other dinner option.
"Wonderful." A beautiful smile spread across her face as she pulled another plate out of the cupboard and set it on the dining table. "Would you care for a glass of wine?" The offer felt odd coming from the older woman, but it's easy to forget that you're legally allowed to accept alcoholic beverages now.
"That would be nice." You gave her a soft smile.
"I can't believe you're old enough to drink now... better for me so I won't be drinking alone," You both laughed. "Red or white, darling?"
"Whatever you're having." Wanda practically waltzed around the kitchen. "Is there anything I can do to help you prepare?" You asked as she handed you a glass of red.
Wanda paused her movements and looked at you with a silly yet impressed smile. "Well... have you ever made paprikash darling?" She asked and you shook your head. "Would you like to learn?"
"Absolutley." You grinned and Wanda took a sip of her wine.
"Wonderful." She held out her hand for you to join her at the cutting board. "We've got to dice two onions, one tomato and one pepper, as well as mince two cloves of garlic." She placed the kitchen knife in front of you. "I like to use four cloves of garlic though," she nearly whispered in your ear.
"Do you know your way around a cutting board?"
"Uhh... not really?"
"A teaching opportunity then! You can never get away from me, can you?" Wanda's words were spinning in your head even though you knew they were not intended to be. The older woman stepped behind you, moving the knife to your left hand.
"How did you know I was left handed?"
"I pay attention, dear." She casually replied. "Now curl your fingers on your right hand like this-" She placed her palm on top of the back of your hand. "And hold the knife like..." She adjusted the positioning of your thumb and pointer finger. "Good. This is the best way to avoid chopping an extremity off." Your eyes widened, thankful Wanda couldn't see the fear written on your face.
"All that's left to do is slice." She grabbed the readied onion and placed it in the center of the board. Before you knew it, she was guiding your hand through the vegetable while pressing you into the counter from behind. "Wonderful!" She exclaimed as the slice of onion fell onto the board. "Now you keep going!" She stepped out behind you and you tried your hardest to not sulk at her absence.
You missed Wanda's warmth, but nevertheless, you continued slicing and she continued watching.
"Good girl." She spoke the words again, nearly making you loose focus with a dangerous object in your hand. "Now you cut in the opposite direction. I was never good with onions so as long as the pieces look somewhat like cubes, you will have done a wonderful job." That made you laugh and you continued working.
"So tell me more about college! I love having you here but we never get one-on-one time like this. How is your degree path, your teachers, friends? Are you seeing anyone?" The last question was delivered in a goofy, sultry manner as Wanda pulled raw chicken out of the fridge.
You giggled and rolled your eyes. "To get the most pressing question out of the way, I am not seeing anyone. I was slightly interested in a graduate student but we decided it would be better to stay friends. Plus, who gets lucky enough to date a graduate student?"
"A graduate student, eh? How did the two of y'all meet anyways?"
"Well she used to live in the rental where I am now, so I received some old mail of hers. Who woulda thought that the nearly outdated postal service of America almost brought two women together?"
Your joke made Wanda cackle as she turned on the stove to heat the pot.
"Well, at least you have the opportunity to date women on campus, dear. That would have been so much more complicated in my day." She stirred the melting butter in the pan.
"Oh Wanda, don't say 'in my day', that makes you sound like a dinosaur!" You laughed.
"Well, honey, I am a dinosaur!"
"Oh shut up, no you're not. I am shocked every day that there aren't sad little high school boys making rude comments to your face or handsome men on your tail." The room oddly fell silent and you immediately started reflecting on what you had said. You put down the knife even though you were nearly done with the tomato. "When you made the comment about back in your day... - did you... do you wish you had the opportunity to date women?"
An all-telling silence came from Wanda.
"You'd rather have beautiful women on your tail? Is that it?" You smiled at her a little bit, just to make sure she knew that you understood.
"Well... I guess so. The whole 'men' thing only did me one good and that is my boys. Their dad, Vision, was just a good friend and it took me a really long time to realize that."
"That makes perfect sense Wanda." You almost hesitate with your next question, but it feels natural to ask. "Is there any woman that you've ever been particularly curious about?"
Immediately, you could tell Wanda had an answer, but her various facial expressions made it difficult to decipher if she was going to tell you or not. Finally, a glimmer of playfulness lit in her eye.
"Yes, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. Not even Tommy."
"So we both know this person then! She must be from school!" You exclaimed, getting excited.
"SHHH!" She looked at you seriously. "I always wondered how I really felt about Carol but she got herself a partner back in May."
It took you a moment to figure out who Wanda was talking about. "Wait- Carol as in Ms. Danvers Carol Danvers?!?" Wanda sheepishly nodded and you smiled wide. "Wanda, I can't blame you at all. Carol was hot at hell." You returned to your tomato, smirking.
"Excuse me!" Wanda was shocked at your remark.
"Oh, c'mon, Wanda. You must know that students talk about a few teachers. Mostly the boys... but they still talk. Danvers was a popular topic in my graduating class! Even I added a comment occaisonally..." You mumbled as you watched Wanda return her eyes to the stove with a scoff.
"Unbelievable." Fake disgust dripped from Wanda's voice as you held back your laugh. She pulled the chicken out of the pot and grabbed the onions from your board, tossing them into the oil. "You said a few teachers..." She whipped back around. "Who else was on the hot commodity list?"
You playfully scoffed. "Well there was coach Wilson amongst the girls and also Ms. Hill with the guys."
"Interesting."
"Oh, and of course we can't forget you."
"EXCUSE ME?"
You let out an outrageous burst of laughter. "What?! All of the students fangirl over how nice you are if they aren't upset with their grades in your class! The boys love how mysterious and alluring you are and the girls think you're extremely personable, which is true."
Wanda let a brief silence fall on the conversation. "And you?"
You paused. "I already told you what I think of you Wanda." You smiled and handed her the rest of the chopped veggies. "Here you go." A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as Wanda continued to work, claiming there was nothing else for you to do at the moment. Eventually, she covered the pot she had been focusing on and turned the kitchen timer on.
"We've got about thirty minutes of waiting before there will be anything else to do," she spoke as she finally poured more wine into the both of your empty glasses. "I hope you liked this red, darling. I don't know how experienced you are with alcohol yet... although i'm assuming it's more so than you should be for your age."
You giggled. "I have maybe had my fair share of underage drinking, just like any decent college kid might," you replied as you accepted the glass from Wanda and followed her to the nearby couch. You both got comfortable and you watched as the older woman pulled a blanket across her thighs. The absence of conversation began to feel a little overwhelming, but you weren't expecting Wanda to break it with the next sentence she spoke.
"You're actually the first person i've told about liking women," she began. You raised your eyebrows in shock. Not that she hasn't told anyone before, just that the first person she wants to confide in is you.
"Wow." You began. "I don't know if I'm the most appropriate person to offer this, but do you have any questions? I am comfortable answering anything as long as you are comfortable asking." You stared at Wanda as you sipped your wine, watching the gears turn in her head.
"Yes I-" Her hesitations finally diminished. "Have you ever dated a man?" You were not expecting that.
"Yes, I tried. I was in a similar situation where he was my best friend. This was in 9th grade, that is, but I still knew that I was supposed to feel more."
"How is it different?"
"Than women?" You watched as Wanda nodded. "Well there is an objective answer and a personal answer. The objective one goes to say that it comes down to the person and how you connect with them. How your life experiences tie together and whatnot. Objectively, I can't say that much because every individual is unique. Personally though, women are infinitely better."
This made Wanda laugh, which you were quickly realizing you would give anything to hear more and more of.
"They better understand your life experiences and how to navigate emotional situations, especially the mature ones. The way they display affection is usually more personable and caring, too. They also are more attentive to details, both mentally and physically."
"How so?"
You could feel the alcohol beginning to stir, making it harder for some thoughts and words to stay away from your brain. "Well mentally, women tend to catch onto social cues faster, like when their partner needs a break or needs to eat or needs cuddles or space. Physically, they pay more attention to how your lips move and how you like to be kissed, not just where." You noticed Wanda's eyes following the path of your lips and jawline, making you stammer for a moment.
"What else?"
You gulped, beginning to realize you had no idea how far this conversation would go. "Well, The body parts that they work to please are also the same parts they touch in their free time. They know how moving on something feels different than something moving on it... and so on."
Wanda tried to verbally confirm that she understood but you could tell she was a little lost in her head. She took a big sip of wine. And another.
"I was reading something the other day..." Wanda drew out and took a big breath. "Her tongue was on the...- and she had two fingers in-" Wanda stared at her hands, oblivious to the glaze over your eyes as your listened to your former teacher talk about fucking another woman. "Is that even possible?"
"Uh- um- yea- yes. It is. It takes a little bit of practice to figure out how to do it comfortably but - yes."
It was now your turn to take a big sip of wine.
"Oh I see."
"Do you have any other questions?" You know you shouldn't, but you wanted her to say yes. Your heart was racing and you could feel a velvety slick form in your pants.
"How are your classes going?" Her tone changed but she was still focused on her hands.
You let out a big gust of air from the tension you were feeling, semi relieved that the conversation had changed but also slightly confused. "Uh, classes are good. I've got most of the hard ones out of the way, so it's really just the fun ones left."
"Like what?"
"Well I have a science elective left so I'm taking intro to geology which is supposed to be wonderful. I've also signed up for a Shakespeare lecture that should be phenomenal too. It's being taught by my favorite professor, so I can't wait to have her again."
Wanda's eyes glanced up at that. "Again?"
"Yeah, I had her for my ethics class in freshman year and she was excellent. One of those teachers whose work I actually enjoyed doing. She really understood the students and designed her class structure to fit our interests."
Wanda didn't want to address the confusion that she was experiencing... almost jealousy, but the next question did not hesitate to fall from her lips.
"Do you have a picture?"
This caught you off guard. "Uh, yeah, I bet I could find her Linked-In or something." You pulled out your phone for a quick internet search. "Here she is on the school website."
You moved your phone in front of Wanda, not realizing until now how similar the two of them looked. Wanda also took notice.
"Was she on the list?" Wanda asked. "The list of teachers that students would talk about?"
"Oh, ha, no she wasn't." This line of questioning was risky, but you continued producing a response. "She was only part time and besides, that's more of a hormonal high school thing."
A brief pause entered the conversation. "Well, would she have been?" Wanda was speaking softly.
"Well, you were in high school once. What do you think?"
"Me?" Wanda's eyes widened and you nodded. "I think she would have been," the older woman drew out.
"I think you're right, Ms. Maximoff." You smirked as you took your phone back.
The two of you spent the rest of the half hour dancing around dangerous conversation, the mood lightening a little bit. You gained some insight into how the high school was holding up, and even heard some gossip about the faculty which made you really excited. You told Wanda more about what you were studying and what your plans were for after university, as well as how your summer was.
When dinner was finally ready, Wanda topped off the wine and the two of you sat down together to eat. The food was phenomenal and the company even better. The two of you went back and forth sharing memories from high school, true feelings about teachers and students being poured out. Wanda also got to know you more as you shared what books you had been reading and shows you had been watching.
Eventually, the room had quieted down as the two of you were focused on finishing the rest of your food.
"The food was astounding, thank you so much Wanda." You smiled as you set down your utensils and the older woman took her last bite.
"Mhm..." She swallowed, covering her mouth. "I would say 'you're welcome' but you helped me cook, dear, so I should really be saying thank you."
Your eyes met as the two of you stared, an odd silence threatening the conversation.
"So, clean up! What can I do to help?" You asked, standing up from the table with your plate.
"Oh, no, dear, please let me take care of it!" Before you knew it, Wanda had snatched your plate out of your hands.
"Are you-"
"Yes, yes, just sit down honey." She smiled at you as she moved around the kitchen, swiftly cleaning the mess from dinner. "So what has been your favorite class so far?" She asked as she worked. "Besides- besides that class with that teacher you like." The comment unintentionally sounded bitter, and the idea of Wanda being jealous entertained you.
"Well, besides ethics, I actually really liked my required fitness class. The semester I dedicated to the credit was a popular fitness semester, so finding an open section was hard, but I was able to get a seat in ballroom dance."
"Interesting! I didn't take you for much of a dancer." Wanda looked up at you from the sink, smiling.
"Neither did I, Wanda." You heard her lovely laugh again. "And I was not the star student in the class either, but I think I liked it the most."
"Oh yeah? What was your favorite dance?"
"The tango," you replied as you smiled, some bout of confidence overcoming you. "Would you like to learn?"
Wanda paused what she was doing then looked up at you with a smile. "Bold of you to assume to I don't already know it, but you would also be right. I would be open to it." She replied and you giggled, pulling out your phone for some music.
"Oh, now?!" Wanda watched as you stood up. "Honey, I-"
"No better time like the present!" You held out your hand for her to join you, the alcohol adding to your charm and boldness.
"Ok..." Wanda mumbled, wiping her hands off on the closest rag. She joined you in the open space, placing her hand in yours and you guiding it into place.
"Now the tango is a walking dance, so it is perfect to take it slow and steady. There are 5 basic steps, but i'll keep it simple and teach you two." Wanda nodded as you pressed play on your phone. "Now, screw traditional roles, but for the sake of simplicity, I will be the man and you the woman." You locked eyes with Wanda as she smiled, but you could see the looming intimacy behind her eyes. You could feel it too, standing this close to her body as you placed your hand on her back.
Teaching the first step was easy - Wanda was more inclined to the movements than you thought she would be. All you two were doing was striding in a circle, but every step you took became lighter and relaxing into each other was easier. Her nose tilted further towards you and yours towards hers - and for a moment, nothing else existed in the world.
Wanda was staring into yours eyes and you could barely breathe. Staring back was difficult - you kept averting your gaze to the floor or elsewhere in the house, desperately trying to comprehend the situation. But it was magical. Once you discovered though, that Wanda's piercing green eyes were the most relaxing thing to focus on, you were stuck.
And then you stepped on her toe.
"Fuck!" You exclaimed, tripping as Wanda struggled to keep you from falling.
"Are you alright?" She asked as you composed yourself.
"I should be asking you that! I'm sorry."
Wanda laughed. "I'm perfectly alright darling. Now what's this about a second step?"
You blushed, Wanda essentially admitting she was enjoying this and wanted to continue. This was bizarre.
"Uh, it's pretty much the same for me. You get to shake it up a little bit."
"Oh?" She smiled and held her hands back out, awaiting the comfort of your return. You stepped into her grasp. "I can't wait," She winked.
This woman was going to be the death of you.
"Uh-m... - good!" You swallowed. "This is essentially the same as the last one, except now you're pivoting into me instead of pacing." You returned your hands to their proper placements.
"Like this?" She attempted a few steps with you.
"Almost. You don't need so much power to twist. Try again?" The two of you resumed stepping together.
"How's this?"
She almost had it, her knees just weren't getting the proper guidance. You dropped your hands down to her hips.
"Oh-" You froze. "May I?" Your hands were softly touching her jeans. You found Wanda staring, eventually returning a nod. Gently, you applied more pressure onto her joints and resumed stepping. Now, you could easily move her hips, and she quickly picked up the proper motion. "There you go." You looked back up at her eyes. "You're doing so well, Wanda."
She was speechless as you moved your hands back up to their proper position, rarely letting your fingertips leave her surface. It was easy to assume that a lot was going on behind her eyes... the step became mindless to her as she continuously scanned over your facial features.
"Wanda?"
She snapped out of it and ended the dance just as the song ended. "Thank you for teaching me, darling." She smiled softly. "That was wonderful." She returned to the kitchen in silence, leaving you alone.
"You were able to pick it up rather quickly. I was surprised." You said, following her to the kitchen and leaning against a counter. You could tell though that there were still gears turning in her head, so you let her be the one to talk next.
This allowed for a moment of quiet as you watched her finish cleaning the pot from dinner. Her back was to you as she washed and rinsed, softly humming the song from the tango.
When she was done, she still hesitated to turn around.
"Y/N?" She finally spoke, still away from you.
"Yes?"
"When I asked you what you thought of me, you said...- you said you thought I was beautiful."
You quietly laughed. "Out of all that I said, that's what you took away?"
"Darling, I-" she hesitated again. "Did you mean it?"
You did not wait to conjure up a response. "I meant every word of what I said. I mean... I have practiced telling you all of that nonsense for so long even though I never thought it would happen. I just want you to know that... that I care about you. And I do think you're beautiful, Wanda Maximoff. Without a doubt."
"You think I'm beautiful?" She tried not to choke on her words.
You took a deep breath, having done all possible damage already. "Yes, yes I do." You hesitated before speaking again. "I think that you are beautiful. Inside and out."
Wanda finally turned around, and her response was something you couldn't have predicted in a million years.
"I... I think that you are beautiful too."
You stared at her in disbelief.
"You do?"
"In every single way, you are beautiful." She paused. "The way that you carry yourself... the way you smile, the way you laugh. The moments you hold onto and the memories you make. The way your eyes shine when you're proud of something... all of it is beautiful."
She pushed off the counter and walked towards you as a tear formed in your eye. Her hand reached up to brush it away as it rolled down your cheek, but instead of placing it back at her side, her hand stayed cradling the side of your face. Your eyes raced as you traced every line and mark on her skin, noticing how her green glazed stare wouldn't look away.
The two of you stayed like that, simply staring at each other, hearts racing.
"Y/N?" Her eyes didn't leave yours.
"Yes?"
"I'm going to do something really stupid."
"Ok."
For the first time in what felt like hours, her eyes left yours, and instead went to your lips. She met your gaze one more time before slowly leaning in, closing the distance between you.
You couldn't believe what was happening as everything in your body burned. She used her hand to tilt your lips in her direction, and before you knew it, her mouth was on yours.
You initially didn't return the kiss, but before long, her sensation became addicting and you needed to know what more felt like.
Your lips were now pushing back on hers with curiosity and interest, slowly working through the feelings coursing through your entire body. Her mouth only briefly left yours before you were returning to another delicate kiss, delighted to see that it was being reciprocated with the small swipe of a tongue.
You let her into your mouth, eager to know what it felt like.
And whatever she was doing... well... it rocked your world. You caught yourself about to moan, which quickly brought you to your senses as you pushed her away.
"Oh my god." You took a deep breath and stared at the floor.
"What?"Â
"You kissed me." You looked up and found her gaze full of lust; dark eyes roaming your body unapologetically. You couldn't believe that look was real, but the excitement consumed you.
"You kissed me back." She said, finding your stare again. The only thing worse than her intense gaze was the fact that she was right.
You were finding it very difficult not to pull her back on top of you. "Shit."
"Did you- were you ok with that?" Wanda asked nervously. She seems as nervous as you were, almost as if she couldn't believe what was happening either. Neither of you knew that you wanted this, but everything feels right now that it's there.
"Fuck, yes." You rubbed your face in frustration, struggling to function in the current situation. The nerves, heat and alcohol were all mixing together and before you knew it, the real uncomfortable truth slipped out.
"I'm fucking obsessed with you, Ms. Maximoff." You held your breath after messing up on her name, but instead of correcting you, her jaw slightly dropped at your desperation.
Out of some bout of confidence, you stepped into her space, backed her into the counter and dismissed every reason why the two of you should not happen. Her eyes stared you down with anticipation and desire. You brought your hands up to her head and wove your fingers into her hair, craving to feel her again.
"It's my turn to do something really stupid now, ok?"
She nodded slowly, afraid to avert her gaze.
As you leaned in towards her mouth, she took a deep breath and shuttered. Her hands moved to hold your hips just before your lips met, and this time, it was her turn to freeze once your mouth touched hers. You immediately began to panic, but just as you pulled away, she pulled your hips into hers and met your mouth with haste.
Immediately melting into her touch, a soft moan quickly escaped your lips as you tugged on her fiery locks. She gasped in return, giving you the chance to slide your tongue into her mouth and elicit a sound off of her shaky breath.
After all of your longing and pining and secrecy and wishful thinking, she was yours. Right now, as her fingertips were feeling your body for the first time and her sensation was consuming, you were struggling to believe that everything was real.
But the warm skin touching your side was undeniable. The wet tongue that was gently exploring your mouth was unquestionable, and the moans that were escaping the woman in front of you were unlike anything you could conjure in a dream.
One of your hands shakily released its grasp on Wanda's hair and made its way around her neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. When your action resulted in a smooth moan from the other woman, you smirked, not expecting that in a million years. You brought that hand down to her waist so you could hold her body as close as possible.
"You liked that, Ms. Maximoff?" You breathed into her mouth, knowing she could sense your heated grin.
"Shut up and do it again."
You lightly laughed at her begging, but you were desperate to please her. Leaning in to kiss her again, you pushed your hand on her waist from her belly button back up to her neck, this time squeezing harder. She threw her head back from the pleasuring pain, which you saw as an opportunity to turn your mouth's attention to her neck. As your warm lips met her skin and your hands went to roam her curves, she audibly gasped, and you were soaking up every reaction that you could drag out of her.
Wanda's hands found the back of your head as she encouraged your sucking and biting, careless of how aggressive you were being. Your own fingertips began to entertain the rim of her jeans, testing the waters as you caressed her lower back. You were itching to move lower, but every aspect of the current situation was territory that you never imagined you would be in before.
"Where can I touch you?" You whispered under her ear.
She laughed, followed by a soft moan as you bit her lobe. "Oh, detka, we've moved way past that line of consent," She replied as she grabbed one of your hands and moved it to her ass. "I want to feel you. All of you."
"Yes ma'am," You smirked and returned your kisses to her neck, placing both hands on her ass and pulling her hips into you. A groan reached your ears as your tongue met the base of her collar bone.
With your mouth now at the top of her shirt, your hands traced her sides as you bent your knees to meet her clothed belly button. Grasping and lifting the bottom of her shirt with your fingers, you began to stand back up, slowly kissing and licking a straight line up her front to where her bra connected in the center.
"Wait," She said as you were about to teethe the fabric, immediately dropping the shirt and standing all the way back up. Your heart was racing, unable to predict what she was about to say. She looked as if she was genuinely questioning the situation, and you were terrified. "Bedroom. Now."
Before you could process the sense of relief that washed over your body, Wanda was dragging you towards the hallway that led to her room. Even though you'd been in her space several times, the idea of fucking her in her own bed was driving you mad.
Before either of you could make it two steps into the room, you shut the door and placed her up against the wood. For a moment, all you could do was stare into her eyes, and all she could do was stare back. This was crazy. Her hand twitched on your back, and you lost control.
You immediately pressed your lips back onto hers, lifting her wrists up and holding them against the door. She groaned as your tongue explored her mouth, your hands eventually finding their way back to the rim of her shirt. Now wasting no time, you lifted the article of clothing off of her body as she gladly held her arms above her head.
After tossing the shirt aside, you found yourself taken aback by her body. Her simple, red bra complimented her soft skin, hugging her gently. The stretch marks that remained from her pregnancy were like highlights of the moon reflecting off of the ocean, and the way her breasts moved with her heavy breathing had you in a trance.
"Holy shit," you whispered, slowly moving your mouth towards her sternum, beginning to place soft kisses in a line.
"What?" Wanda asked.
"You're breathtaking."
"Well, I'm not what I used to be."
Your hands roamed her back as you continued your delicate kisses on her breasts.
"I don't want what you used to be, Wanda. I think you're perfect the way you are now." You said as you unclipped her bra, slipping the straps off of her shoulders. The two of you locked eyes as you slid the article down her arms. Her swollen lips and wondrous gaze were stuck on your being as your lungs seemed to be missing air.
To your surprise, Wanda's next move was to lunge at you, forcing you to walk backwards as her tongue explored your mouth and her hands worked to remove your shirt. You jumped when the backs of your knees met the bed, but Wanda didn't seem to notice as she pushed you back and climbed on top. Distracted by the feeling of being in her bed and her tongue beginning to explore your chest, you tangled your fingers into her hair and tugged.
"Fuck," She moaned, looking up at you, and you froze. A pair of of desperate green eyes and wet, swollen lips were staring up at you, and your english teacher had just moaned a curse word. You felt like you were on another planet.
"Shit, you're attractive." You mumbled and the older woman blushed. "Tugging hair, choking... this is only the beginning, Wanda." You smirked at her from under her body, and her only response was kissing you deeply.
You used this moment as an opportunity to push her on her back, quickly mounting her before she could protest, although you don't think she would have. You took the moment to drag your fingertips down her front and run each nipple over with your thumbs.
"Oh, Fuck, babygirl, you're driving me-" You eagerly latched your mouth onto a breast, receiving a heavy gasp from the woman below you. You continued on with your work, playing with the free nipple in one hand and stroking a thigh with the other. Her fingers were dancing across your back, eventually making their way to unclasp your bra.
The moment you felt the relief, you gently bit down on her delicate nipple, causing Wanda to arch upwards and rake her nails down your back. The pain caught you by surprise as you leaned into her and moaned into her ear. You could feel her smirk against your skin.
"Shut up." You groaned.
"Make me." She replied, trying to tug your bra down your arms.
You sat up to fully remove the article of clothing, entertained by the hands that were running up your side to cup your breasts. You rested for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Wanda's massaging.
"Is this what you wanted from me, detka? Is this what you picture when you think of me?"
"To be honest, I never let myself consider it. But I always wondered what it would be like..." You smirked and placed your hands on her stomach. "Why? Is this something you've fantasized about? Having me on top of you, topless and moaning?" You leaned back over her body, your hands moving to massage her breasts and your breath teasing her other nipple.
"Oh honey," She laughed and moved her touches to and down your back. "I've thought about all of this. What your mouth on my tits would be like, how your fingers would feel inside of me..." Your movements stopped as you stared at her. "How hard would you fuck me and with how many fingers and how much tongue. How much would you edge me and make me crazy. What you would look like in-between my legs with my cum dripping from your lips? I'm simply curious, darling." Her hands cupped your ass as you worked up a response.
"Well aren't you lucky, Ms. Maximoff," You began with a shakey voice, one hand holding you up and the other teasing her stomach. "Cause you get to find out." You moved your fingers to the top her jeans and you popped the button open. "Have you ever pictured me rubbing out your cunt?" Wanda simply stared. "Well, we should probably start there." You slid your hands into her jeans and started making circles over her clothed pussy, watching as she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. You could feel her slickness in the fabric.
"Fuck, Wanda, you're already drenched." You groaned as you finally placed your lips on her other breast. Her wet cunt was already coating your fingers and you realized that you were so close to tasting her. "You're so wet for me, I've hardly done anything."
"Darling, you've done more for me than anyone else ever has." She groaned.
"Do you want me to do more?"
"Baby, please."
You immediately took your hand out of her jeans and turned your attention to taking them off entirely. You could hardly contain yourself as she lifted her hips and helped you slide the denim off of her skin, her now drenched panties completely visible.
"Wow," You whispered, crawling back on top of her body, bringing your face up to hers so your noses could meet again.
"Hi," She smiled sheepishly, and you gave her a loving kiss.
"Gods, you're stunning. I can't wait to be inside you." You kissed her again.
"I want to touch you too, babygirl." Wanda whispered and you smiled.
"Touch anything you'd like, Ms. Maximoff."
Wanda's eyes scanned your body. "I also want these off." She pulled at the hem of your pants then dragged her fingernails up and down your sides.
Shivering, you dismounted Wanda and stood up, putting on a show of you taking off your pants.
"You mean these old things?" You bent over so Wanda could see the fabric sliding down your ass, taking your time even though it was painful.
"Detka, you're killing me." Wanda sat up to watch as the hem dragged down your legs, revealing your most flattering panties. The attention she was giving you was lighting you on fire. You heard her audibly gasp when you started to pull at the final piece of clothing, but you instead let go of your panties and turned back around, smirking.
"Now, Ms. Maximoff, I can't do all of the work for you." You waltzed back over to the bed, remounting the older woman. You watched as her eyes followed the dark spot on your only remaining article. Grinning, you leaned into her ear. "Ill touch yours if you touch mine."
"Please, baby." She whispered. You sat up so she could see all of you again, this time reaching a hand down to where your panties covered your pussy. Making sure she was watching, you pulled the fabric aside.
"Go on, Wanda, it's all yours."
She slowly reached a hand to your slickness, and the moment you finally felt contact, you took a deep breath. At first, she just held one finger there, but eventually, small movements began to circle your clit. You moaned. "Good job, M- Ms. Maxi- mo--" She slipped a finger into you. "FUCK. You feel so good. You're doing so good." You noticed Wanda's eyes were glued to her finger moving in and out of you, trying to fill in the picture that was still hidden by the thin fabric.
You opened your eyes just in time to see her pull out her finger and bring it up to her lips, sensually sucking you off and whining at your taste. Excitedly, you let go of your panties and leaned down to taste yourself on her tongue.
"How did that feel, Wanda?" You smirk, coming out of the deep kiss and pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.Â
"God- babygirl... you- you're driving me crazy." Her hips softly rolled under you as she pulled your head back down for another aching kiss. You ran the hand that wasn't supporting your weight over her breasts and down her body, scratching at the skin below her belly button. "Please, honey... I..." She mumbled in-between kisses, you hardly giving her a chance to speak. When you finally pulled away a few inches, no more words were leaving her lips as her chest heaved for air.Â
"What is it, Ms. Maximoff?" You smirked, playing with the elastic around her waist.Â
"I need you to touch me."Â
"Yes ma'am." You watched her facial expressions as your hand finally dove into her panties, the moisture immediately apparent. Her eyes widened when your pointer finger found the velvety slick and you immediately knew you would do anything in your power to make sure she knew how good another woman could make her feel. Your digit slowly started exploring the rest of the area, soft moans escaping the older woman as you glazed over her clit and entrance.Â
"Have you ever been touched like this, Wanda?" You whispered into her ear, making a few nips at her lobe.
"N-no..." She sighed as you began intentionally circling her clit.Â
"Nobody to notice what you like... what you want. This wet, pretty pussy wasted on cheap condoms and a quick fuck."
A sinful moan left her body as your lips once again returned to her neck, you quickly learning where her sensitive spots were. "Shit, baby." Her nails were digging into your shoulder blades.Â
"Nobody to know how warm and soft you are," You said, shoving a finger into her entrance, groaning as she gasped. "And it's a damn shame, cause you feel so perfect, Ms. Maximoff." You met her eyes when you could see the surprise on her face at your last statement. Your finger started moving slowly in and out, trying to map out every dip and line you could feel. "So perfect."Â
You once again reattached your lips to hers, feeling the vibrations from her moans on your tongue. You could stay like this forever, you felt. But Wanda did not.Â
"Detka, I need more. Please." Her slight accent slipping through, reaching down to your core.Â
You pulled your finger out of her and she whined, fearing her pleading made you step back. Little did she know, but she would be getting exactly what she asked for.Â
"I would love to give you more, but these are gonna need to come off." You dragged your soaked finger down her stomach to grab at her panties and she frantically nodded.
"Yeh- yes please. I want to feel all of you."Â
You smirked, moving back to finally drag the rest of the fabric down her legs. When you finally brought yourself to look at the painting between her legs though, you could hardly breathe. Her folds were swollen and soaked with her wetness, slightly moving with her body as her chest rose and fell. You felt so divided, debating consuming her immediately or taking your time to work her up.Â
You realized while the first option was so tempting, the second would give her the full experience. You slowly reached your fingertips to graze over her thigh, small whimpers coming from the older woman.Â
"Oh, Wanda, you are divine." You muttered, now dragging both palms up her waist and down the sides of her ass as you repositioned yourself closer to her core. Eyes dragging up and down her person when you spotted the wetness that you had left on her stomach earlier. You leaned down to clean it all up, finally getting to taste her tanginess on your tongue. You moaned into her skin.
"Detka..." She gasped as you moved your mouth down to her inner thighs and you hands to grip her waist. Her smell was driving you crazy as her taste lingered in your throat. You began to slowly suck at the warm soft terrain, finding it easy to pull the skin between your teeth. A hand was placed on your head, pulling on your hair in a desperate attempt to get you closer to her core. You simply laughed, leaving red spots everywhere in-between her thighs.
Despite your grip on her hips, she still found some movements, directing your attention to the quiet sticky sounds coming from her pussy. You watched in a daze as her small twitches pushed around the slick, begging to be touched again.
You couldn't take it anymore, fully embracing her wetness with a torturous lick up her core. The groan that escaped Wanda was heavenly as she tried to tug you back onto her. You complied, picking up a slow routine of collecting her mess into your mouth. You dug your fingers deeper into her sides, addicted to her pain response.Â
"Oh, good girl, baby. That, wow." She said as you began to suckle on her clit, striving for every reaction you could get out of her. "Holy fuck."
You smirked, finally sliding a finger back into her dripping hole and continuing to work on her clit with your mouth. You knew this pace you were making would not be enough, but you wanted the older woman to beg for it. You could tell she already wanted to as your hair only got tugged harder and finger nails started scratching at your arms.Â
After only a short time, you decided to amp up the teasing with another finger into her entrance, but you would not change your pace. You took breaks on her clit when you felt she was building up too many knots, paying attention to her audible sighs as if she was taking a cold plunge and making sure her lungs were still working.Â
"Darling, please... oh-"
You blew on her clit as you watched how your fingers slid in and out of her, collecting up her slick.
"Baby please make me cum. You feel s-so good but you're destroying me Y/N/N."
"You want me that bad, Ms. Maximoff?" You grinned.Â
"Darling, its not a want. It's a need. Now. Please."
"Ok, as long as you look at me as I fuck you clean. I want you to know what good love feels and looks like." You smirked as she pulled a pillow under your head, elated when she gasped at the image before her... your chin soaked, eyes hungry and smile cruel. You kept eye contact with her as you sunk back down to her core, living in the light of her stare. You began to continue the licks and pumps, but she let her eyes roll back, which you hadn't told her to do.Â
"Eyes on me, Ms. Maximoff. I'm in charge right now." You couldn't believe those words had just rolled off of your tongue, but clearly she hadn't either as your gazes reconnected.Â
"You little sl-" She went speechless as you started a more aggressive pace, ensuring her green glare was on you. Once you had decided she would stay like that, you moved all of your attention to her pussy, finally tying all the knots together in her core. Her moans and whimpers were everything to you, even when you noticed her upper body was becoming too weak. You decided to let her finish, knowing she more than deserved it.Â
"Detka, I think I'm gonna cum- I"Â
"The stage is yours" You mumbled into her, internally grinning. You pumped a few more times and the next thing you know, Wanda has thrown her head down and arched off the bed. You could feel her cum as you watched the sight before you, the older woman unable to control her high.Â
You stared in awe as your fingers worked her off her high, chest heaving and hands rubbing her eyes. You slowly pulled your fingers out of her twitchy hole, making sure her eyes were back on you as you raised your digits to your lips.Â
"Wow, babygirl, that was... amazing." She pulled you over for a kiss, adjusting to her taste on your tongue. "Thank you."
You giggled. "You know, Wanda, another nice thing about women is that they have the stamina to make you cum more than once in a night... if you're interested." You smirked.
Her jaw slightly dropped. "More than once?"
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plot - Belle returns home wearing Rafeâs clothes and barely dodges JJâs suspicions. At Boneyard Beach, the Pogues run into the Kooks, and Belle catches Rafe avoiding herâuntil he unexpectedly defends her from Kelceâs teasing. But when she spots a new girl hanging off Rafe, something in her shifts.
trope(s) - enemies to lovers, slow burn, & kook vs pogue.
characters - rafe cameron x oc! belle maybank
wc - 2.6k
warnings - curse words, mentions of smoking, and small injury.
final notes -heyyy, we have a new character...and i dont think you're gonna like her, love. nonetheless, i really enjoyed writing this chapter. (i know thats a cliche but stick with me.) i think this really adds some more depth to their relationship. also this is chapter three of my 'ruin me gently.' series so if you haven't read part 1 or 2 do that first icon! k love u byeee.
Belle parked her car in the driveway of Maybankâs house. She immediately put her head on the steering wheel. This was the first actual moment of silence all day. Driving through Figure 8 always felt weird. The white-picket houses. The brunch-drunk moms clutching mimosas and judging her Nissan Rogue like it was held together by duct tape.The real problem? Her mind had made Rafe Cameron likable. The jersey, the picture of his younger, happier self. The clothes. The soft brushing of hands, those ocean blue eyes she could swim in for hours. She didnât have to look down to know who she smelled like. She knew it was Rafeâs cologne. Oh my god. She was still wearing Rafeâs clothes he lent her last night.
âShit shit shit.â She said as she threw off the shirt and stuffed it in the backseat. Sheâd give it back to him later. The joggers, fuck. She quickly slid those down and threw them where they could live with the shirt. Just then, as sheâs catching her breath, she hears three hard knocks on her car window.
She turned like a deer in headlightsâto see her big brother. He had a stern look on his face like sheâd just been caught. She rolled down her window, mind scattering for any excuse she needed to look like she hadnât been caught red handed.
âMaâam, do you know why I pulled you over today?â JJ joked as he impersonated the other thing he always had trouble withâlaw enforcement.
She blinked at him, caught between panic and secondhand embarrassment.
âShut up,â She laughed.
âHow was Lacyâs?â JJ asked as she got out of the car. She had almost forgotten that she had spent the night at a sworn enemyâs house. Not by choice, though. Never by choice. She could still feel the weight of his clothes on her. He hadnât even laid a finger on her. He probably didnât want to, right? She thought as they walked into their house.
âFine. Yeah we mainly just rewatched the Twilight series.â
âEw. Chick Flick.â JJ pretended to be gagging as Belle playfully punched his side.
âď˝ĄË âď¸ Ë・â・Ëâ˝Ë・â
The sun was bright, the UV was 4, and the beach air smelled like sunscreen that had just been sprayed on. This was the kind of freedom she needed. The kind of distraction she needed. This was going to be a good day.
âRace you to the water, B.â JJ said, surfboard in hand ready to run.
âThatâs ridiculous dude, Iâm not racing-â Belle said dismissively, before sprinting leaving JJ in the dust and saying âSee you on the water!â Her locks whipped in the wind, she felt the warmth of the sun, and for the first time in a few daysâshe felt like Belle again. She was ready to drown out all the noise, including him.
âWoo, go JJ!â Kiara cheered as JJ started to surf. They were so cute. Belle had seen how much they had gone through to be together. She was infinitely proud of them. More proud of JJ because she thought Kiara was way out of his league.
As she and JJ walked back to the beach, JJ explained âJust leave the surfing to the pros, yeah?â
âWhatever.â She rolled her eyes, with a smile on her face. Then she saw Sarahâs face. Then shifted her gaze to John Bâs, and the rest of the group.
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â John B said as Belle followed his eyeline.
There they were, loud and obnoxious as day. The Kooks. The bright flashy Jeep Wranglers and trucks that had been modified until they couldnât be anymore.
âYou wanna leave?â John B turned to Sarah with a soft, loving look. âNo.â she said, sticking her tongue in her cheek with her arms crossed. âWe were here to have a good time. Letâs not let my brother and his minions ruin it.â John B had put an arm over her and kissed her head.
âLetâs just try to have a good time.â Belle spoke up, trying to keep spirits high, mainly her own.
Rafe got out of his truck, and He wasnât looking at her. Not even a glance. That shouldâve been a reliefâbut instead it felt like an undeserved punishment. It was like he was avoiding her. Thatâs when he walked to his passenger seat.
Thatâs when an older girl with straight black hair hopped out, taking Rafeâs hand.Her outfit left little to the imagination. She was gorgeous. Flirtier, louder. Everything Belle wasnâtâand maybe that was the point.
She felt her stomach twist. Of course. Of course he brought someone. What an idiot she was to think Rafe and her had a moment last night.
âUh, Earth to Belle! Round 2 or what?â JJ waved his hand in front of her face.
âOh yeah. Be there in a second.â
Belle paddled out far enough to where they could catch a wave. JJ was too busy trying to impress Kiara by showing her all the different backflips he can do to surf with her. She had been doing pretty well. Had been.
That was until she heard Kelce, a Kook, yell âDidnât know they let Pogues rent real boards now!â She wasnât expecting it and she fell off her board.
âKelce shut the hell up.â Rafe snapped. He said it low enough to where she didnât hear it. But Sarah did. And that made her eyebrow slightly lift up.
âFuck.â She muttered under her breath. Sarah and Cleo ran over to her as she now had her board in one arm and she gave a scathing glare to the group of Kooks one last time. Rafe was looking anywhere but at her. And that girl was too close to Rafeâs side, giggling. Had he said something funny? Was he making fun of her?
As Pope examined her elbow, she kept her gaze on Rafe and his crew. âHonestly it should probably scab over in the next few days, it should be fine.â Pope explained.
âYeah,â she mumbled âHey who do you think that girl is by Rafe?â she nodded toward the group and Pope glanced.
Pope returned his attention to Belleâs elbow cleaning it. âThat is Olivia. She just moved here a couple weeks ago. If you canât tell she is the epitome of Kooks. She fits in perfectly. Why?â
âCuriosity.â She excused. âThanks for helping Pope.â She exchanged smiles with Pope and helped the Pogues clean up their area of the beach.
Belle sat in the back of the Twinkie as John B drove them all to JJâs house to crash. She couldnât focus on much. Why did it bother her this much? A week ago he was a random kook she abhorred. Now? He was her whole world. Before she could think anymore into it, she found herself in her room. It was dimly lit with string lights, and polaroid photos of the pogues adventures are scattered on Belleâs vanity. There are half-empty soda cans, blankets, and throw pillows scattered on the bed where the girls are sprawled out. Laughter drifts between themâeasy, soft, the kind you only get with your best friends.
Sarah is braiding her hair, while Kiara is painting her toenails on the floor. Belle leans back against her headboard, twirling a friendship bracelet between her fingers. Cleo is scrolling on Instagram as all the girlâs hangout to decompress from the beach.
âIâm just saying, if I wiped out? We would still be able to hear Kelceâs awful donkey laugh.â Kie joked.
âDonât worry, he is. Itâs all on his Instagram story.â Cleo shows the group.
âOh. Yay, Iâm famous.â Belle sighed, her mind still lingered on todayâs events. Why didnât he look at her, once? Was Olivia laughing at a joke Rafe made at Belleâs expense?
âYouâre infamous, B. Thereâs a difference.â Sarah smirked.
âHa ha Sarah.â Belle replied, trying to play back but, she was too distracted to respond with something witty.
âEverything okay?â Kiara asked Belle.
âHmm?â Belle perked up. âOh yeah, just tired. Wiping out takes a lot out of you.â She joked, dryly.
âSo does seeing those Kooks. Ugh.â Kiara said with a disgusting look on her face.
âEspecially that new girl who was all over my brother,â the girls all agreed. âThat was weird right?â
âSo weird.â Belle replied at the same time Cleo and Kiara agreed with the same variation of what she said.
âStill.â Sarah paused. âSheâs perfect for him.â Sarahâs tone was bitter and sharp, like she was declaring it. She paused again, this one felt longer to Belle. So much longer. âI bet my dad loves her, rich family, snobby attitude, and a lethal face card.â
A silence fell over the girls.
âMmm. I am going to bed. Next time, no Kook talk.â Cleo commanded.
âYes! Only facemasks and good times.â Kiara agreed.
âWell, I would pass out on your bed but, John B needs me to read him bedtime stories.â Sarah teased.
âMe too, except JJ needs to be tucked in.â Kiara added.
Once the girls left, it was just Belle and her thoughts that remained. Itâs like the universe was teasing her today. She just sat there, staring at her phone sitting there like it would have answers for her.
Impulsively, she picked it up.
Belle: Nice rebound. Does Olivia surf too?
Belle: You didnât even look at me todayâŚ
Belle: i didnât hate you. emphasis on didn't.
She deleted all of that before she could even send it. She wasnât sure if she wasnât even supposed to be sending anything. Or if Rafe not looking at her on the beach today was enough of a signal in itself. She weighed the pros and cons of sending it to Rafe. If she didn't send it, there was no risk. If she didnât send it she could ignore him too, go back to hating his guts. Bury that night like a secret. Forever. She didnât know why the night felt so intimate to her. They slept in separate rooms. Separate floors of the house even. If she did send it though, he may realize it meant more to her than he originally thought. He may feel the same. And that meant more morning coffee chats with Rafe. More joking with Rafe. More exploring this feeling she had never felt before. God what a mess she had gotten herself into.
Normally, she'd go to Kie. Her unofficial big sister.
But not tonight.
Not for this.
Belle: You donât have to pretend like I donât exist.
She hit send before she could talk herself out of it. Immediately, below her message it changes from âdeliveredâ to âreadâ She knows she shouldnât care. But she does.
Itâs only been minutes but it feels like hours. Why hasnât he responded? She stuffs her phone in her nightstand after powering it off and goes to sleep. Sheâd been around Rafe Cameron her whole life â but last night was the first time she didnât want to punch him. And that scared her more than anything.
âËâĄâMeanwhile, across the beach, someone else is unraveling too. âËâĄ
Rafe is smoking on the balcony. The same balcony he first encountered Belle. She looked so beautiful that night. Her hair fell a few inches below her shoulders, her infectious energy that pulled him in, and god she smelt like heaven. It was the type to hypnotize you. Fresh linen and salt air. It was subtle, but so unforgettable. Was it weird that he really enjoyed how she smelled? It didnât feel weird. It felt right.
It felt the same way he felt when he saw Belle the other night. It wasnât even intimate, so why did every time they touch, it felt like more? He let out a huge sigh before taking another drag of his cigarette. Belle has been the only thing occupying his mind for the past few days. Ever since the party. She hated her. Hated her perfect face. Her laugh he fortunately got to hear in the morning. Hated how he wants to put his hands on her when sheâs near. Touch her in places he canât see.
His phone pings. He sighs and opens his phone, assuming it is Topper. Luckily, it wasnât.
1 NEW MESSAGE:
Belle: You donât have to pretend like I donât exist.
His mind travels back to the beach. He couldnât look at her. Thatâd mean heâd see how beautiful she looked. He couldnât handle the emotions that came with that.
When she fell off, he wanted to run over to her. He really did. It took all of his restraint not to run over there and check on her. He wanted to be the first one by her side. See if she needed help, if she broke anything, and if he needed to beat Kelceâs ass. He ached for her at that moment.
But her friends were right there. And so was his. So he couldnât. She saw the blood on her elbow. He saw her staring daggers at his group. He didnât have the courage to look at her. He felt like a coward.
âYeesh, whatâs her deal?â Olivia said.
âShe eat it that hard for attention, orrrr is she just that bad?â Topper jokingly asked, he didnât expect an answer. Rafeâs chest tightened at that comment. And so did his jaw. It ached as bad as his curiosity as to why he cared so much.
âNah, she was probably hoping someone in particular would come rescue her.â Ruthie said, glancing at Rafe. âBut guess knights donât ride out for Pogues.â He bit the inside of his cheek, it was the only thing restraining him from lashing out at this band of idiots.
âOr maybe she thought last night earned her a seat at the table.â Kelce grinned and continued to poke the figurative bear, Rafe.
âKelce. Shut the fuck up.â Rafe said, looking up at Kelce. His voice was tight and low.
âRelax, man. Just sayinâ��some people forget where they come from.â Kelce shrugged, acting innocent and walking away.
âHope she doesnât think sheâs one of us.â Topper said, then walked back to grab a beer.
âYeah, Rafe,â Olivia put her hand on Rafeâs arm in an attempt to calm him down. âYouâre acting like she matters.â
Then, he was brought back to reality by the burning of his cigarette. He hated himself for caring, for feeling something he shouldnât. He should hate her, like every other pogue on the Cut. But he doesn't. So he hates himself for it instead.
He stares at the phone, thumb hovering over it and his breath quickens.
âAre you coming to bed, Ray?â Olivia says, which makes Rafe turn around. Oliviaâs perfume travels from where sheâs standing, near the door to Rafe by the edge of the balcony. It doesnât smell the same as Belleâs. It smells⌠fake. Too sweet. Like store-bought roses soaked in poison.
He quickly powers off his phone and stuffs it into his pocket.
âYeah. Be in a second.â He cleared his throat, before taking another drag of his cigarette. He hadnât even touched her since she showed up, twirling her hair and giving him those eyes.
Everyone says Olivia is perfect for Rafe, a match made in heaven. So why doesnât he want her? Why does he pull away? Why does he want a pogue he canât have? Heâs been on this balcony with many different people. So why does it remind him of her?
âOkay.â She said, giving a slight smile before heading back to bed. Secretly? He wishes that was Belle heâd be with tonight.
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