#i'm still so confused... why would anyone in their right mind shower FACING the shower head
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Showering Hyunjin with affection
Bang Chan; Lee Know; Changbin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;
Summary: you just had to show your drama queen of a boyfriend how much you love him.
word count:2.5k
Warning: lot's of kissing, reader is gender neutral, both of them are whipped, appearance of 3racha, predebut Han almost making an entrance, Hyunjin is drunk and a drama queen, overall soft stuff. Please tell me if I missed something
A/N- I'm back with another fic, this took me a while but I'm kinda really satisfied with it, I really hope you all like it. I will try to write the next part as soon as I can. I wanna finish these series as soon as I can, first of all because I'm all excited and can't wait, also I'm excited to try out new tropes, I was thinking of challenging one bed trope after this, with various different dynamics. The requests are open, if you want me to write something I'll gladly accept the challenge. Also feel free to share your thoughts with me, I absolutely adore interacting with y'all.
After sighing for the nth time you finally forced yourself to turn off the shitty netflix show you were watching to spend time. You had nothing to do and were bored out of your mind, but not to that context to sit through another minute of this. It was almost 3 am and any normal person would be asleep by now, but here you were wide awake, feeling nothing remotely close to sleepiness.
You sat up straight after laying for couple of hours and boy you regretted it. The dizzy spell you got was nothing to joke with, maybe you should check your iron levels. Also your poor muscles felt so sore you would surely feel all stiff tomorrow. Your back was killing you, and, not to be dramatic but, you would marry anyone on the spot if they managed to massage the knots out. It was safe to say, you desperately needed some good spa day.
Speaking of marriage and partners, you were curious on how Hyunjin was doing. Even a mere thought of your amazing boyfriend bought a smile to your face. You couldn't believe you two were actually dating after pining over him for so many years. You sure were lucky tho, to have a sweetheart like him as your boyfriend. Your one year annivercary was coming soon and you couldn't surprise wait to surprise him. You've been planning everything for weeks now and you made sure everything would be perfect. Well you had to share some of your plans with him, so that you could plan your day together but you still had major card up your sleeve and you were sure he would lose his mind when you showed it to him. Two days, you only had to wait for two days.
You couldn't help but sigh, you missed him so much. Even though you saw him two days ago it felt like centuries had passed. This boy made you feel so many so foreign emotions you were never sure you would get to or actually could experience. He always went above and beyond to make you feel like the most special and cherished person, and the fact that he also did so even before you two started dating each other. He was always so sweet and gentle with you. You always felt like a hero of a romance novel. Also you adored how being with him was so fun and exciting but at the same time bought peace to your heart and mind. You might be rushing into things but day by day, second by second you were convinced he was your soulmate, your other half.
A sudden buzzing of your phone startled you out of your daydream, you were curious who in their right mind was calling you at this hour.
Seeing the contact name had you even more confused. Why would Chan be calling you at 3 am? You knew the boys were out having fun night for themselves. Did something happen? You hoped he called you for other reasons, because it would really suck if their rare chance of having fun got ruined by something unplanned. You sure hoped everything was okay tho. Quickly as you could you grabbed your phone and answered it mentaly preparing yourself to hear anything Chan had to say.
Chan's call of your name bought you down to reality from another spiral of unnescesary thoughts.
"Hey Chan what's up?" You tried to sound as calm as you could.
Chan cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" You quickly denied it," no I'm awake, what's up? Is everything okay?"
Chan chuckled and it made you relax a little, so nothing bad had happened, "yeah, yeah everything's fine , nothing to worry about, it's just your boyfriend is getting a bit fussy." You couldn't help but mirror the last word, you heard Chan chuckle. "Yeah alcohol must've got to him. We were about to go home, but he refuses to cooperate. He says he wants to go at yours because he as he quotes "misses his baby so much he can't take it anymore!" He dragged the words mimicking your boyfriend, you couldn't help but chuckle.
"Where are you guys, I can come pick him up." You suggested while searching for your keys with your eyes.
"No, no it's okay, we can bring him at yours. Binnie and Han are with me too so I don't think it will be much trouble. I just couldn't knock some sense into him, I told him to call you but he said his phone died. At some point he even ran towards your house or that's what he thought I had to tackle him before he could get lost. I don't think he can tell left from right in this state" He paused for a second, you heard someone talking but you couldn't hear anything, " I'm getting off track sorry, so it's good to bring him at yours?" You were full on chuckling now, what a silly little man.
"Yeah, it's totally fine. I'm sorry he's being trouble."
"No it's fine, it's kinda endearing to see him this whipped. All he talked about was you and how amazing you are." Your cheeks hurt from smiling this wide, God, you loved that idiot. "Okay I won't bore you anymore, we'll be at yours soon."
"Okay I'm waiting."
After finishing the call you made sure you looked decent enough for your taste and that your apartment looked neat. You also prepared clothes for Hyunjin to change into from his drawer and some water and painkillers for tomorrow.
It didn't even take 20 minutes for the boys to arrive. The second you opened your door Hyunjin tackled you into a hug, almost knocking you over, thankfully Changbin and Chan caught you two before you could manage and break your necks. You giggled at your boyfriends eagerness, before frowning when you saw how swollen and red his eyes were. "What happened baby?" You cooed at him and moved his hair out of his face. Hyunjin sighed and hugged you again, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You heard collective sigh of boys and turned your attention to them, looking at them with confused eyes, hoping they would tell you what was up.
Han decided to break the silence-"don't worry he was just bawling his eyes the whole ride, crying how amazing and perfect you were and how there is no one like you." He said and rolled his eyes, you huffed out a laugh, you knew he had nothing against you, but he must have had enough of this. Hyunjin frowned and glanced at him, his hold on you tightened, you were not sure if he felt possesive or just couldn't keep himself straight. "You're just bitter cuz you're single!" Hearing your boyfriends grumble Han's eyes widened and for a second you were afraid predebut Han would return. "Oh I'm gonna beat his ass!" Han leaned in but Changbin held him back by his collar, Changbins gaze then turned to you and you noticed how tired he seemed. "Good luck, he's your headache now."
Chan looked at you" Do you need any help with anything?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "I can handle him. Do you guys wanna come in tho? Do you want something to drink?" After hearing the last word you could see all three of them shiver.
"We're fine. It's late too we better head home." Chan reassured you after glancing at Changbin and Han for their opinion.
"Okay, thanks again for bringin him. Tell me when you're home, it's really late."
You said your goodbyes and turned to hyunjin who looked at you with dazed, sparkling eyes. "Let's get you settled pretty boy." You took his hand and started leading him towards your bedroom. Hyunjin eagerly followed you, you were amazed how pliant he was being, usually he loved being a brat but he must have been too tired now to act so.
After helping Hyunjin get ready for bed, you quickly got changed too and got in bed next to him. turning to him you noticed that he looked at you with wide eyes, nowhere near sleepy now. You leaned in and removed hair from his forehead, "I thought you were sleepy baby." Hyunjin looked at you for a second or two and opened his arms, "wanna cuddle." His words were slurred but you still got what he meant, you smiled and immediately snuggled next to him his arms finding solace around you. Based on how content he looked, if he could he would start purring any second now. How was he so cute and lovable? You knew you were whipped for him but you could swear he looked extra yummy right now.
You spent couple of minutes like this, and based on his even breathing you were sure he was asleep now, but you were proved wrong when he huffed while glaring at you and then changed sides so that you were now facing his back. To be honest you were a bit dumbfounded.
"What's wrong sweetie?" You couldn't help but pry, you had no idea what could've brought this behavior from him. Hyunjin just huffed. You sighed for yourself, you had got to use the big guns. You leaned in closer, amused at how he tried to get away from your touch, as if he had much space to run off to, and soon, not really to your surprise you had him trapped in the corner of your bed. You wrapped your hand around his stiff body and leaned in closer so that you could sweetly whisper against his ear. " Please tell me what's wrong my love" you dragged his nickname as sweetly as you could knowing it made him weak in the knees, and it did break through him. Hyunjin sighed and laid on his back, you glued next to him, his lips were pouted and his eyes a little bit glossy, you rubbed his side to ease him into talking .
"You don't love me" he whined quietly, you expected to hear anything but this from him if you were honest. You blinked at him confused, trying to gather your thoughts, you were both perplexed and also hollering from laughter inside. He was so ridiculous sometimes. You took a deep breath and moved your fingers to play with his soft locks, Hyunjin immediately leaned into the touch.
"My love, I love you so much I don't think you can even comprehend it! What brought this up?" Your voice was soft, you wanted him to know how sincere you were. Hyunjin sighed and put his hand on your waist, successfully bringing you closer to him, your fingers migrated and now were gently scratching his nape. Hyunjin hid his face in the crook of your neck and quietly grumbled "you didn't kiss me even once since I got here, we haven't seen each other in a while tho." No matter how hard you tried you couldn't hold it in and started cackling, this adorable as hell drama Queen! He had you worried for nothing! You even thought for a second you did something wrong.
Noticing your shaking figure, Hyunjin looked up at you with doe eyes, and his pout deepened when he saw you that you were wholeheartedly laughing. "Stop laughing I'm talking from my heart here!" His comment made you laugh even harder. "I should've gone home, you hates me" noticing how sad he sounded you got reminded that he was drunk as hell and was feeling more fragile, you wondered tho if he would remember any of this in the morning? Was it too late to grab a camera? Pouty Hyunjin was adorable.
"I'm sorry my love, you know I love you the most." Hyunjin rolled his eyes, and you knew he was playing with you, his eyes glimmered with mischief, well, two could play this game. You lowered your voice so you sounded almost sultry "Why don't you let me prove my sincerity to you then? Are you gonna let me?" You carefully watched as Hyunjin's eyes widened for a second, the big gulp and careful nod of his head.
This was all the permission you needed, you leaned in and carefully sealed your lips together, your boyfriend basically melted against you. You just loved how soft and pillowy his lips were, you always felt like you could kiss him for eternity.
The kiss started out soft, with you gently caressing his lips, his hand firm on your waist, holding you as if you were going to go away. Everything went quiet, you could only see, smell, taste, feel, hear him and so much more, he was the center of your universe. It was just you two right now, you didn't care about anything else. You had one goal only and you were dedicated. Everything about him was driving you crazy, you were sure he couldn't even grasp what, or how much you were feeling.
Your kisses quickly deepened and apart from gasping for air from time to time you two were inseparable, like two magnets pulling on each other.
The second Hyunjin leaned back for a second for some air, you decided to continue your little attack on his jaw, then his cheeks, absolutely loving the feel of his soft skin on your lips, then came his forehead, his eyelids, his beautiful nose, his chin, his neck... You wanted to cover every inch of him in kisses, to show appreciation to whichever god or gods crafted him, to show appreciation that this walking perfection was yours, his soft sighs and whines making you go even crazier.
You littered every part of skin you could reach with kisses until your lips were so numb and buzzing you got afraid they would fall off. Although, it didn't sound that bad, knowing the last thing they did was to kiss the Hwang Hyunjin senseless.
Looking at him, he looked at you with so much love and adoration, his face and neck all flushed, his breathing was quick and shallow,his hair all disheveled, his beautiful hands held you so tightly, your heart started fluttering all over again. He looked absolutely breathtaking, you wished you could engrave this moment into your mind for eternity. You smiled at him and softly grazed his cheek. "Are you satisfied with my answer my precious?" Your voice was soft, Hyunjin gleamed at you and eagerly nodded his head, and the next thing you knew you were on your back on the bed, Hyunjin above you, hugging you as tight as he could, his lips softly kissing your collarbone. "Absolutely, I love you so much beautiful, you have no idea" he pressed another kiss on your neck and then your lips with so much love and passion you just knew your feelings were returned with the same passion and vigor.
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waitttt what does peter do if one of the frat dudes refer to trouble as his bitch, or if he heard anyone call her that? it happened to me before, but was such a let down because he actually just let his friends say it 😻 we’re no longer together btw
while peter's in the bathroom you butt into the group and voice your opinion, 'i think you guys should do the maze! everyone does haunted houses.'
one brother didn't like your opposing opinion, 'why do you think you have a say in anything we do? you're just parker's bitch.' you freeze on the spot, you didn't mean to offend anyone, or try to impose, you were just trying to voice an outsider opinion.
your brow furrows, 'okay, well, i was just thinking that-'
'no one cares what you think.' it's aggressive for no reason, you want to stand strong but feel yourself slinking to the back of the group. another member catches your mood, he jabs an elbow and gives a supportive smile.
'you know he didn't mean it like that, he's just on edge.' you give a barely there nod and drone out the brothers proposal, feeling sorry for yourself until peter returns and has his hand resting on your lower back.
when no one spoke up for you it felt like it was mutal agreement, you didn't feel welcome in the house that night. you slide closer to peter and mumble softly.
'i just got a call from ally, i gotta go.' you don't even give him time to respond, high tailing it from the frat house and back to where you can not feel like such a bother.
you weren't going to make a big deal of it, and you knew if you told peter, especially in the moment, he'd make it a big deal and your embarrassment would increase tenfold. it doesn't make you feel any less bad when peter looks disappointed and confused.
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ten thirty in the morning you’re standing outside peter's front door humming. playing off last night as a fluke, you don’t feel so judged. you think the other brother was right, the comments weren’t coming from a place of resentment but because you just confirmed his anxieties about his party turning out to be a dud.
ethan greeted you at the door, you gave him a quick hug before squeezing by him. ‘good morning, friend.’ ethan wrapped his arm around yours as he tugged you further into the house, turning for the kitchen.
‘your boy is in the shower, want some breakfast?’ you nod and smack your lips watching him make you a plate from the earlier meal. tearing a piece of french toast with your teeth you peer up to watch the brother from last night pass by.
you give a small wave, testing to see if he was still bitter from last night, he wasn’t. but you became extremely upset looking at his face as he turned to wave back. the bar chair spins by how quick you drop, making it to him in three steps, you tug at his chin.
‘did peter fucking hit you?’
you already know the answer, he has a black eye to prove it.
‘i know i was out of line last night, i shouldn’t have-‘
‘no, no, no.’ your mind spins, this isn’t what you wanted. that's why you didn't say anything, you wonder who tattled. you shake your head in dissapointment, you pull in the brother for a tight hug.
'i am so, so sorry. i didn't tell him to do anything, i didn't even tell him anything!' he gives a nervous laugh, 'i shouldn't have-' you push him away and hold his arms, 'nothing you said warrented that, okay? i'm sorry, i'm really, really sorry.'
he shrugs it off, he does seem mostly unbothered, but it makes you shake in fury. peter doesn't understand that he just proved his claims right. peter punching a guy for calling you his bitch, made you feel like his bitch.
you stare at ethan and raise your arms, 'tarrent.' you roll your eyes, of course he'd be the one to gossip. without second thought you stomp up to peter's room, going straight into his bathroom and slapping the glass on the shower.
peter jumps in alert, you're giving him a dirty glare behind a slight fog. 'hey, trouble. did you have some french toast?' you stay silent as you tug the shower door open, you barzenly step in, peter does his best to block your clothes from the showerhead with his body.
'you are such a douchebag, peter. what you did? that was such a douchebag move.'
he knows what you're talking about, you make him feel shameful. he was, but only to a degree. he probably shouldn't have punched him, but he also shouldn't have called you a bitch and sent you running away.
'no one should speak about you like that.'
'you shouldn't put your hands on people like that.'
peter narrows his eyes, 'is this what we're doing?' you cross your arms, 'i want you to apologize.'
peter keeps his hold for a few seconds, then he deflates and looks to the side. 'i'm sorry. i shouldn't have punched him.' he warms up when you coo and rub his arm.
'aw, petey. yeah, that sounds perfect. let me know when you're coming downstairs so i can grab him.' the second you leave the shower he stops you, 'hey! what does that mean?'
you hold a hand to your chest, 'you didn't punch me, i don't want your apology for it.' peter turns the water off to wrap a towel around him, 'just- hold on.' you're followed back into his bedroom, you do your best to ignore water droplets over his chest.
'you want me to apologize to the guy that called you a bitch?'
'i want you to apologize to the guy you gave a black eye to.'
'for calling you a bitch.'
you slap your hands on your thighs, 'for calling me your bitch, peter! and when you go around punching guys that say that, you make them right!'
oh.
when you say it like that it's painted in a new light, all peter could think about the blatent disrespect, he didn't think about how it would affect you.
'i mean, the guy was petrified to see me. he kept saying sorry and wouldn't look at me, that doesn't make me feel like you protected my honor, it feels like you tarnished it.'
peter can't even look you in the eye, he feels horrible. you already felt like you weren't liked because of his frat brothers comment, and now you would feel like everyone would be scared to talk to you.
peter just made you feel more uncomfotable in his house than a passing comment could ever.
'i didn't think about it like that. i'm sorry, trouble.'
he sounds sorry, you accept the apology, but just this once.
'the next time you punch somone on my behalf, it'll be because i asked you, agree?'
peter nods quick, 'yeah, yes, agreed.' you look him over, he still has some shampoo suds in his hair. 'i'm going downstairs to finish my breakfast, and the next time i see you, you better be ready to give an apology.'
he's still annoyed at the thought, but he'd do anything for you. 'yes, ma'am.'
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ethan had just taken your plate away to wash it when peter came down the stairs, he was fully dressed this time and his hair was only slightly damp.
he raised his eyebrows at you before taking a deep breath, calling for the brother by his last name. peter stretches before shaking out his shoulders, he called out again, but for a house meeting.
you were weary at the least and curious at the most. staying in your seat you watch carefully, each member at the house stood around in a half circle.
'it's been brought to my attention that my actions last night were out of line and childish. i let myself, my brother and my frat down. it's a rule we try to solve things with words first, and i didn't do that.'
a few eyes flash towards you, you know they're all thinking about how you got him to apologize.
peter turns to look at his brother with a purple ring coating his left eye. 'i should've never hit you and i'm sorry.'
'ah, it's alright, man. i came after your girl, i'd do the same.' your eyebrows turn in with how quick things turned around. guys are so easy.
peter still feels like it's not right, so he speaks up.
'the apology may have been prompted by someone else,' everyone knows who, 'but this part wasn't.'
peter looks at his fellow member, 'i want you to punch me.' soft oo's pour from the groups mouths, you feel choked up. the brother looks nervous, 'are you sure?'
'yeah, it's only fair. i punched you, you punch- oh, son of a bitch!’ a righthook to his jaw, he didn't see it coming.
peter held his face and hissed, 'fuck me, that sucks.'
'yeah. tell me about it. my eye's still pulsing.' peter winces, 'yeah, still sorry about that.'
a red splotch painted peter's jawline, making sure to look at the small crowd when he spoke. 'if you guys have a problem with my girl hanging around, you let me know, not her. and i promise, no punching.'
when no one adds anything he looks to his friend, 'we good or you need another hit?' the brother raises a fist, before lowering it and cracking a smile. 'we're good bro.'
the members disperse, you slow clap for peter.
'very impressed, parker.' his nose scrunches, he hates when you call him by his last name. 'does that mean i'm out of the dog house?'
you reach out for him with a pucker, he gives a slow kiss, it's the first one you've given him since you've seen him.
'hm, i'm gonna need at least three more kisses before i think about it.'
peter has no quelms in finishing your request.
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Surviving NNN
Part Seven: Minju's offer
The sound of your alarm wakes you up. With a heavy sigh, you turn it off.
You were close. So close. Minju was lying on the mattress. Almost completely naked. Only wearing a red thong. Dreaming about you. How you fuck her. And yet, you were able to escape.
You still don't get how you managed to pull it off. But you are proud of yourself. You didn't cheat on Karina and you didn't get yourself off, thinking about the others.
But as soon as you open the door, you realize it's gonna be hard and long last day. Today is the 30th, which means two things. Karina is coming back tonight and this is your last day. The last day of this ridiculous month. You are gonna kill the person that came up with this shit.
"Good morning, oppa."
Yena gives you sweet smile as you leave your room. But your gaze only lingers on her face for a second. The young woman is on her way to the shower. And, true to her attempt to seduce you, the only thing she is wearing is an old, white shirt of yours.
You don't wear it anymore, because it's a little see through. If you don't wear anything underneath, everything is visible. That's the case for Yena right now. And she isn't wearing anything underneath at all.
Her breasts are way smaller than Karina's, that's for sure. But they do have their own charm. Letting your eyes travel further, you see her center underneath the shirt. It's neatly trimmed, her snatch looking more inviting than it should.
You are able to mumble a quick good morning as well. You are sure that Yena is doing this on purpose.
When she walks in front of you as you head towards the kitchen, you see the outlines of her butt quite well. If you could just squeeze her cheeks....
Clearing your thoughts, you shake your head as you walk into the kitchen.
"Hi, there."
Minju has changed. Although you don't know if that's good or bad. It seems like she showered this morning. As you walk past her to get a glass of water, you smell her shampoo. You like the fruity scent in her hair.
Minju is dressed a little more appropriate now. Her hair, still wet, is cascading down her naked back. Her top looks like it's completely backless. Only a small string decorates her back to hold the top in place. The black cloth looks like it could drop any second, if you would just pull at the string.
Her shorts are as short as ever. Minju has beautiful thighs and she seems to know that. She keeps showing them of to you. Her red thong is replaced by a black one, which completes her all black outfit. How do you know? Her waistbands are high enough to decorate her tummy area.
"I'm making pancakes again. You liked them so much, daddy."
You spin around.
"What?"
Minju looks at you, tilting her head in confusion.
"What is it, oppa?"
Did you just hear her wrong?
"What did you say?"
"I'm making pancakes?"
"After that."
"You like them?"
"Anything else?"
You see her ponder for a second, before shaking her head.
"Nothing else."
Did you really hear it wrong? It feels like you are going crazy. Why would Minju call you that?
Minju glares at the back of your head as you walk away.
Why are you so dumb? Can't you pick up on the most obvious of hints? She was lying almost completely naked in front of you last night. You could've just slit her thong to the side. Her dripping wet pussy would have welcomed you.
But you left? A fire is burning in the young angel's mind. How can you pass up on that? She even pretended to dream about you.
Minju scoffs. Anyone else would've cream pied her already. Then why is she trying? A moment of doubt rushes through her head. Do you genuinely not like her that way?
You walk towards your room, ready to change into your outfit for today. Minju's worries fly away as she sees you pulling your top over your head. The muscles in your back make her wet. She can only guess how long and how much work it took to look like this. Karina is one lucky girl.
While getting dressed, you are happy that you already evaded the two girls' attacks. But there is still one more. You try to prepare yourself for Chaewon.
But you aren't prepared for the scene that is happening outside your room. Opening the door, you see Yena walking back towards her room.
After showering, she threw on a small, tight tank top. The fact that she still isn't wearing a bra is obvious. Her nipples are poking through the yellow fabric.
Yena's shorts could rival Minju's in length and tightness. The green dolphin shorts show of all of the skin on her thighs, her butt cheeks barely covered.
You are about to run back into your room, when you see Yena open the door. Chaewon appears behind the door, standing in the middle of their room.
It looks like she is just getting dressed. Her black panties are decorated with a white waistband reading "Le Sserafim". She is reaching behind her back, closing the hooks on the back of her bra. The lace around the edges give her a more sexy look.
You turn away quickly. You don't want to get caught.
After Yena closes the door behind her, she chuckles at Chaewon.
"You tink you look better than me?"
"Of course I do. I'm way prettier."
Yena scoffs.
"You are not just ugly, but also dumb. Why would you wear underwear? Just to make it harder for (y/n) to fuck you? Look at this."
Yena let's the strings of her top fall from her shoulders and pushes the center of her shorts to the side.
"Now he can fuck me."
"You are a whore, you know that?"
"And you're not?"
Chaewon raises her chin.
"I'm not. I just really like getting fucked."
"That's the same thing, dumbass."
The two of them glare at each other. Just another day of Chaewon and Yena being roomies.
You walk back into the kitchen on your way to the bathroom. Chaewon is still inside your mind.
"Do you want me stuffed with cream?"
You stop in your tracks, looking at Minju.
"Excuse me?"
"I asked you, if you want your pancakes stuffed with whipped cream."
"Yeah, sure. Thanks Minju."
"No problem, oppa. But I think you should go the doctor. Your hearing seems to be a little worse than before."
With a heavy sigh you close the bathroom door behind you.
Until you leave to go to your company, everything seems normal. Of course it was still a struggle to see the three of them dressed like that, you got over the initial shock. They kept dressing like this for the last few days after all.
"Good morning, Jin-wol oppa!"
You are greeted by an energetic shout as you enter your recording studio in your company's building.
"Wonyoung-ssi. You ready to go?"
She nods excitedly, having waited for you to arrive.
Being in the same company with you is a blessing for Wonyoung. Why? Because she is a huge star. She followed all your music since your debut and even had one of your songs from your recent mini album on her Instagram story. Needles to say, a lot of people listened to it.
A couple of days ago, your company gave the green light for your project. A collaboration between the most famous male and female idol of the company. There is no confirmation on the album being actually released, but you and Wonyoung give it you all.
She is a quite energetic person, always ready to go as soon as the two of you meet up.
"Do you want me to record the ad libs today?"
"Yeah. We will do those first. Maybe we can record the rest as well."
Wonyoung gives you a thumbs up as she enters the booth. Your phone lights up, signaling that you got a message. From Karina. It's a picture of her at the airport.
"Can't wait to see you tonight. How was I able to spend the whole month without you? Miss you lots."
She sends you a couple of kissing emojis and red hearts. You respond in kind, before focusing on Wonyoung.
You nod for her to start as you play the song. This one could be your title track. You have worked for a while on it and are proud how it turned out. Now, the only thing to do is finish the lyrics and record your singing and rapping.
Wonyoung starts humming during the parts where she is supposed to. The two of your record it a couple of times, before listening to it. You already added the intro.
"Starship."
That's your voice.
"Let's get it!"
Wonyoung's cute voice makes you chuckle. You are honored to be able to work with such a talented singer.
Her humming sets the tone of the song. It's a quite upbeat one, her ad libs adding a deeper layer to it.
Your see your phone lighting up again as you already stand inside the recording booth.
"Can you check it for me?"
It might be Karina, telling you that her flight got delayed or something.
Wonyoung nods as she takes your phone into her hand and turns it on. You see her eyes wander over the screen, her cheeks starting to flush.
"Wonyoung-ssi?"
"Huh?"
She looks up at you, wide eyed.
"Right, right."
She collects herself, before reading the message.
"I-I hope the girls were good company. C-Can't..."
Wonyoung looks up at you for a second, before looking down again.
"C-Can't wait for midnight. I want to get drowned in all that built up cum."
You stand there, Wonyoung still looking down, not quite sure what to do. This is embarrassing.
"S-Sorry. I shouldn't have made you read it to me."
"N-No, it's fine."
Her cheeks don't return to their original color, but she looks up again. You are afraid this is gonna make working together real awkward.
"Are you... Do you participate in, you know, NNN?"
You are surprised that Wonyoung is asking this and you ponder for a moment if you should tell her or not.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"I see."
A teasing grin forms on her lips.
"That's why Minju unnie borrowed that underwear from me."
What? You know Wonyoung is talking about the red thong. You knew it was unusual for Minju to wear stuff like this. But Wonyoung? Probably even less likely.
You always saw her as a cute junior. More like a little sister. A picture of her in that red thong enters your mind.
You try to get it out of your head, clearing your throat.
"You wanna keep going?"
Wonyoung nods her head. You are glad she doesn't ask any further questions.
It's now 10 pm on November 30th. There are only two hours left. Two hours you have to go through, until you are free.
"This one is empty."
You follow Minju's finger with yours, trying to see where she is pointing at. Finally seeing the empty parking space, you back into it.
"Let's go, oppa."
Minju seems a little too excited. She desperately wanted to join you, when you told her you are going to pick up Karina from the airport. Yena and Chaewon both have late schedules, so they couldn't come. But the five of you booked a table at a restaurant to eat dinner together. The two of them will hopefully make it in time.
You and Minju walk towards the luggage area. The airport isn't as full as it usually is, which means the two of you can walk around without being covered by masks and hats.
The big screen on your right shows that Karina's flight is just about to land.
"Do you want a coffee or something?"
Minju shakes her head. You see her looking around and then at the big screen.
"Oppa."
Now she looks up at you.
"You are not dumb, are you?"
You raise an eyebrow.
"You know what's been going on throughout the last month, right?"
Minju speaks a little faster than usual. As if she is nervous.
"The three of you kept trying to get me into bed."
Minju's cheeks flush red.
"So you do know?"
"Yeah. It got more obvious over time."
Minju nods, silently admitting that their hints weren't really subtle.
"Then why didn't you just give in? NNN is just a stupid game."
"Is it now?"
You lean down a little, Minju's eyes growing wide as your face moves closer to hers.
"Is that why my TV remote was all sticky?"
She quickly turns around, hiding her face in her down jacket.
You are surprised at how embarrassed she is. She was lying in your living room, only wearing a thong, waiting for you to fuck her. And now that you tell her, you caught her masturbating, she gets all shy.
"I can tell you, why I didn't give up."
You sigh, waiting for Minju to slowly appear underneath her jacket.
"Because I made a bet with Karina."
"What kind of bet?"
"If I succeed, I get a special gift."
"Do you know what it is?"
You shake your head. Minju bites her lip.
She knows exactly what it is. But she doesn't tell you. Her own, individual reward way more satisfying in her own eyes.
"Oppa."
Minju holds onto the sleeve of your jacket, looking up at you. Her big eyes pleading.
"We still have time, you know? I won't tell anyone if you won't."
Minju takes a step forward, sliding her hands into your jacket.
"Just use me as a cum dump until Karina is here."
You feel her pressing her body against yours.
"Minju-"
"Please, oppa. There is a bathroom right there."
You shake your head. Minju's advances are powerful, but you only have to hold out for a couple of minutes longer.
"No, Minju. I would never cheat on Karina."
You try to get her hands off you, but she has already interlocked her fingers behind your back. She is barely able to reach around you, her face squished against your chest.
"Karina said it's okay. She said we are allowed to seduce you."
She said what? You are not sure, if you can believe Minju. On one hand, Karina probably is the kind of person, who would suggest something like this. On the other hand, you don't know if that's just a way for Minju to get you to give up.
"You are lying."
"I'm not, oppa. I swear."
"Do you have proof?"
Minju huggs you tighter, her hips rubbing against you.
"Isn't the fact that Karina unnie brought us over proof enough?"
If you think about, it was really weird. Why would the three of them stay at your place? It's not like they don't have their own apartments or dorms.
"Please?"
Minju looks up at you, giving you her best puppy eyes.
Even if Karina set all of this up, you still don't want to lose. The grant prize must be something incredible.
"I won't fuck you, Minju."
The young angel pouts in disappointment. She can feel your hard cock through both of your pants. So close and yet so far. Her wetness is increasing as she keeps being so close to you.
"Just get me off then. Please. I can't take it any longer."
"Minju, can't you wait until I'm done. It's a little unfair to ask that of me."
You don't know about the bet the girls have going on between them. Chaewon and Karina both lost already. You did catch Minju at least trying to climax. What about Yena? Did she cum already? If not, what is her reward?
"It's okay, oppa."
Minju takes your hand guides towards her ass. You are now very aware that you are still in public.
"It's not cheating if you just make me cum. Especially if Karina says it's okay. You don't have to nut. You can do that after today. Please?"
Minju hasn't entirely given up yet. She still hopes she can convince you to cum in her, once she has made you desperate enough.
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Sweet Escape Pt. 8 // LH44
Lewis Hamilton x Y/N
Warnings: Swearing, 18+ (Smut and Dirty Talk), Alcohol, Angst, Emotional Dilemmas, PDA, Secrecy, Not Edited
Word Count: 8.5k+
Summary: Paradise is supposed to be fun and relaxing... a Sweet Escape, but when unspoken feelings and jealousy rise to the surface, everything can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye.
Notes: We have reached our final destination (well kind of, there will still be an epilogue). This is the final part of Sweet Escape. Thank you all so much for all the love, I'm so glad that you guys have enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed writing it! I will be back soon with another little daydream. I love you all and enjoy the conclusion to our roller coaster.
I am not a professional writer and all of this is a work of fiction and is strictly for fun. Enjoy! xxx
Previous Sections: Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven
You can’t risk losing Lewis.
As you step out of the shower you feel a surge of anxiety and power wash over you. How the hell are you supposed to talk to him? It doesn’t take long before you hear him coming down the hall, greeting Daniel on the way, evidently just back from his run. You decide to bite the bullet, there’s no point in wasting time. You hear his door close and immediately make your way out of your own. Your hair is still wet and your attire is mismatched, throwing short on the second you heard him in the hallway. You don’t particularly care if anyone hears you or sees you, you need to get this out before you continue to think about it and change your mind. You’ve gone back and forth over this enough times, you need to finally make your thoughts known. You knock on his door, hoping he can hear you. Thankfully it only takes a moment before his door swings open, he’s standing there covered in sweat, his breathing still slightly labored, just having got back from his run.
“Y/N?” He seems slightly confused at your sudden intrusion, “Is everything okay?”
You don’t answer his question just pushing past his sticky body and into his bedroom, it’s been a while since you were last in here, today will be a much different outcome. You’re going to stand your ground. He doesn’t ask another question just accepting that you must need to talk, moving to push his door shut.
“Why did you take me to see Marina and Leon?” You blurt out the second his door is closed.
He hesitates for a moment, a question written across his face, “I don’t know, I thought it would be good for Leon to meet someone like you, and Marina had about a billion questions about you so, I don’t know, it just felt right.”
“Why have you told Marina about me?” You ask your next question, not really waiting to process what he’s saying.
“Because I care about you, I’m constantly thinking about you, and I like to tell her about important things in my life. You’re an important thing in my life.” He shrugs as if it shouldn’t even be a question.
“What about us has ever made you think that a relationship between the two of us would even ever work?” You ask him, feeling your heart clench at his words but needing to get all your questions out as quickly as possible.
“I kind of thought I made that clear,” He starts softly, unsure if you’ll really let him get all of his thoughts out, “but, I guess to try to explain it, it’s everything that you do, everything I feel when I’m around you. Charlotte yelled at me a few days ago, and rightfully so, about constantly acting like your boyfriend with none of the commitment or intimacy, that it’s not fair to either of us, not fair to you. Y/N, I am truly happy every second I spend with you, you’re an absolute breath of fresh air, a respite, the idea of coming home to someone like that warms my soul. I have spent so much time wandering around, looking for a place to land and looking in all of the wrong places, evidently. I don’t want to do that anymore, not when everything I’ve always wanted and needed is right in front of me. I’ve been single for a long time, but I know what this feels like, I’ve just never felt it like this before. We’re already halfway there, I don’t see why taking the next step would be bad for either of us.”
He’s just standing in the middle of his room, keeping a good distance from you, trying his best to bore his speech into your brain. It annoys you how good he can look even after a run. When most people would look like a drowned rat with the amount of sweat covering his body, he looks like he’s shining, the sweat somehow making every muscular dip and tattoo even more center stage than usual. You stare at him for a moment, letting his rant twist your heart in ways you didn’t know it could, swallowing down tears as you hear just how much the man in front of you truly cares. You hate that everything he has said is right.
“Thank you again for trusting me with meeting Leon, and Marina, I’m honored you let me into that part of your life.” You say, your voice thick with emotion.
You can see his face contort, confused at both your lack of proper response and your subject change, he imagines it’s because you’re trying to swerve away from the topic, but he just nods softly, “Of course, I trust with you with my life, with my heart, with everything. There’s no one I would rather he meet.”
“I don’t want to lose you Lewis.” You say firmly, “I can’t lose you, that’s why us trying this doesn’t make sense.” Your words are rushed and your brain is speeding a mile a minute, needing to get everything out into the air.
You can visibly see him deflate, his face faltering, an audible sigh coming from him.
“Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know how many times I need to tell you this but you will never lose me, not in a million years. Sure things may change, but that’s the trajectory of life, regardless of what you and I do, things are destined to change, it’s evolution. Try thinking of it in the sense that you already have me, forever, for better or worse, but now I want to give you more of me, just you. We have each other now, but it could be so much more, and somehow I think even better. Tell me you don’t think about how nice it would be to fall asleep next to each other at night. When I hug you I can feel you melt into me, I fucking relish in it, that’s why I never pull away, that could be our normal, how we fall asleep, how we cuddle and watch some stupid fucking show. Think about how good we could make each other feel, emotionally, physically, fuck, on levels we don’t even know exist yet. I want this with you, I adore you and everything about you, there’s absolutely nothing in my mind that questions you and I being a good couple. We’ve already got the platonic relationship down, we know each other so fucking well, better than most people who have been married for twenty god damn years, we have a head start. Everyone always says that your partner should end up being your best friend, we already did that, so here I am, you best friend, telling you I want to be your partner, and fuck I hope you hear me.”
He lets out a deep sigh as he finishes his rant, you can tell he’s had that bottled within him for a while. You let him speak, not needing to hear it but wanting to, your mind is already made up, it doesn’t really matter what he says at this point. You’re quite amazed by the outpouring of emotions you’re receiving from him, not used to him letting himself truly be vulnerable. He looks tired and you can tell that if he were a normal man he would be close to giving up, but he’s not a normal man and ‘giving up’ is nowhere in his vocabulary. Lewis is competitive and strives to win, he doesn’t back down, especially when it’s truly important to him. That alone is part of the reason that you feel confident in your decision.
“So, if we’re going to do this, some things need to be made very clear.” You continue after his rant, not having the ability to even begin to process everything he just said. You need to charge ahead, his words only fueling your confidence in your decision.
You can tell he doesn’t quite believe the words that have just left your mouth but he does his best to restrain from making you repeat them. He stays silent, nodding obediently, but you can see the corner of his lips twitching, begging to break into the largest smile known to man.
“First, it’s only you and I in this relationship, your playboy fuckboy antics, they need to be thrown out the window immediately.” You begin the list that had played over and over in your head over the last few hours, “Second, there always needs to be communication, on both of our parts, no fucking games, no fucking secrets, honesty and communication.”
He’s nodding along eagerly, you almost worry that he’s not listening but you can’t stop yourself to reprimand him.
“Third,” You continue, “we take this slow. I am not and will never be one of your play things. You will respect me and my limits and we’re not rushing into anything, you need to prove yourself, I’m still a little bit upset with you. Fourth, jesus christ, for the love of god, please get tested, I don’t need every bitch from every corner of the universe inside of me. Got it?”
He giggles at your last demand but nods nonetheless.
“Done, done, done, and already done.” He agrees, no hesitation.
“Lewis, I need this to work, because I’m not sure I would be able to function without you at this point.” You sigh, letting your final thought out.
He nods once again, “Agreed,” He lets out a content sigh, “So is that you saying you’ll do this with me? You’ll be mine, all mine?” His voice is hesitant but eager as he asks the question, slowly making his way toward you.
“Only if you’ll be mine and only mine.” You say, your voice quieting down as he approaches you.
“In a heartbeat babe.” His voice is only above a whisper but his eyes are boring down into yours, making you anxious and giddy all at once.
“Okay, last demand, properly ask me out.” Your lips lose your internal battle as they spread across your face into a wide smirk, needing to make him work for it one last time. It’s cruel, really, with how much he has already put into winning you over, but you need him to do it. One last little bit of confidence that this is all real.
“Y/N Y/L/N, will you please be my girlfriend? All mine, forever?” His smile has now broken over his face, unable to contain it as he stands only a few inches from you. He laughs gently through his words, amused by your request but willing to do whatever you need to finally be his. He’s smiling in a way you don’t think you’ve ever seen before, it's a whole new level of boyish excitement that makes your heart swell.
“Lewis Hamilton, I would be absolutely honored.” Within seconds of the words leaving your lips he has wrapped you in a large bear hug, picking you up off the ground, making you squeal.
“Lewis,” You whine through laughter, “you’re so fucking sweaty, I just showered.”
“This is what you just signed up for baby girl.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss against your head. You're rather confident that your name has already been long forgotten, pet names now taking its place.
“Okay, I take it back, I regret my decision.” You laugh playfully, his beard tickling you as he continues his assault of kisses that have now made their way to your cheek.
“Nope, no take backs.” He giggles against your cheek, placing you back down on the floor.
When he finally releases his grip from you his hands quickly find your cheeks, cupping your smiling face in his large hands.
“So beautiful, and all mine.” He mutters as if to himself.
“All yours.” You whisper back, making his smile even bigger if possible.
“I know you said we have to take this slow,” He starts, making you raise an eyebrow at him, “but can I please kiss you?”
You don’t have it anywhere in you to say no, all you can do is bite your lip with a nod, eagerly awaiting his lips on yours. He stares at you for a moment, as if processing the permission you just granted him. You expected the kiss to be harsh, almost messy from his excitement, but it was far from it. He leans in to you slowly, almost cautiously before connecting his lips with yours. You both sigh the moment you’re finally in contact. His lips are so soft and his large hands cupped around your cheek make you feel small, all you can do is melt into him. You bring your arms up around his sticky neck, still sweatier than you would normally find yourself being okay with. He keeps the kiss gentle but moves one arm to snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him as if there’s no possibility you could ever be close enough. He doesn’t move to deepen the kiss, his tongue never appears, he barely even moves, just enjoying the fact that you’re finally connected, even in the most simple of ways. When he finally pulls away you find yourself wanting to chase his lips, not having had quite enough just yet. He notices the involuntary reaction, chuckling slightly as he rests his forehead on yours. You place your hands on his chest, enjoying the firmness under your palms, realizing that it’s all yours to enjoy now. You almost go to take back your statement about taking it slow but the last logical brain cell you have stops you.
“We have to figure out how to make this work Lewis.” You whisper, not wanting to disrupt the peace in between you two.
“We will, I would never forgive myself if I let you go.” He says, his voice just as quiet.
“Do we tell everyone?” You ask, not sure what to do next, especially when trapped in a house together.
“We can wait, or do whatever feels natural. As long as we know.” He eases your mind, letting you know there’s no pressure.
You nod, grateful you don’t feel the need to go announce it to the whole house.
“Now go take a shower so I can have a much less disgusting hug.” You laugh, pushing against his chest.
“You liked it.” He joins your laughter, slowly parting from you.
“Shower.” You repeat, pointing toward the door of the bathroom.
“You can always join.” He playfully winks.
“Slow, Lewis, we’re taking it slow.” You reprimand him, feeling yourself blush but still laughing.
“I’ll be quick, be ready with open arms.” He flashes you a smile, disappearing into the bathroom.
…
You’re in the kitchen, starting to prepare dinner when Lewis finally comes out of his room, freshly showered and looking so damn cuddly in a large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. It will forever bother you that even in his pajamas he manages to look better than the entire population. Everyone else is out on the patio, setting the table and making drinks.
“I thought I was getting a hug when I got out of the shower, maybe another kiss.” Lewis whispers to you, startling you when his voice comes from so close behind you.
He chuckles when he notices you jump, stepping away from you only slightly to take a spot next to you at the counter, grabbing a knife and cutting up some veggies. You can’t help but watch as his hand grips the stupid cucumber, something that should not affect you, yet it does.
You’re looking at the way the veins in his hands flex as he adjusts his grip as you mutter to him with a smirk, “Behave.”
“I don’t know, I feel like I was promised a reward that I didn’t get.” He says quietly, shrugging his shoulders. He’s standing close enough to you that you can feel the movement.
“I think you got plenty of a reward for one day. I mean hey, you got me.” You taunt him, your voice staying just as low.
“Oh, how right you are.” He sighs, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your temple before moving past you to the fridge.
“Look who finally showed up to help.” Charlotte’s voice comes through the kitchen as she walks in the back doors.
“Did you want my sweaty ass making your dinner?” Lewis shoots back at her.
Her face scrunches up at the thought.
“Didn’t think so.” He says, his attention already turned back to the fridge in hunt of something.
You can’t help but giggle, feeling as though you are truly on cloud nine. Nothing could have prepared you for the absolute ecstasy that would be coursing through your body after making that man yours, or really you should say allowing yourself to be his, he truly did all the heavy lifting.
“What’s so funny? You know how nasty he is after a run.” Charlotte shoots you a look, almost asking you to back her up.
You just laugh, thinking about the fact that you were wrapped around his sweaty body only twenty minutes ago.
“Whatever, I’m gonna go see if I can find a board game or something for later.” Charlotte announces, heading off toward the other side of a house where you know there is a still unused game room. You’d seen it for only a few minutes, Miles and Lewis having spent a few hours playing on the various arcade games, their inner child truly coming out.
Lewis was now walking back over to you, his hands full of various ingredients he had gathered. You went to attempt to take some of them but he just tutted, swatting your hand away.
“I got this, you just sit over there and look pretty, keep me entertained.” He nodded his head over toward the kitchen island, a smirk on his face.
“I hope you know, my way of keeping you entertained will most likely be me making fun of your culinary skills.” You tell him, not arguing with him doing all the work, as you happily perch yourself on one of the stools. You can’t help but enjoy the view. He takes his cutting board off the counter and moves it to the island, making sure he’s facing you so he can glance at you every once in a while.
“Whatever makes you happy, love.” He chuckles, not looking up at you as he gets to chopping.
Your stomach flips at the pet name, he’s called you love before but to your knowledge it always just been in a polite british way. Now it feels different, you want to assume it’s because he’s all the sudden your boyfriend, but in reality you know it’s because of just how much you care for the man standing in front of you. You sit in silence for a few moments, just admiring how beautiful he is, truly looking like a god while he does the most mundane tasks. You know you’re done for.
“You’re pretty quiet over there, where the critique?” Lewis teases you, noting your silence.
“Well, first of all I’m just admiring my view,” You admit, “Second of all, you unfortunately seem to be a half decent cook.”
“Babe, I don’t know if my ego can take all this flattery.” He laughs.
“Don’t get used to it, I’m simply in a strangely good mood.” You shrug, laughing yourself.
“I would hope you’d be in a good mood, big shit happened today.” He looks at you with a soft playful smile. You can tell he’s being sincere under his teasing tone.
Before you can respond your friends are making their way into the kitchen, offering to help with dinner before being shooed away by Lewis who is seemingly on his own mission. You can’t help but laugh, noting that he gives Charlotte a run for her money when it comes to being in control of the kitchen. You can’t help but be a tad bit annoyed at the intrusion, not that anyone even knows they were interrupting anything, and in reality, they weren’t. You were just enjoying your one on one time being playful with Lewis in your newfound status after having been at odds with him for so long. Much to your dismay, Lewis paid much less attention to you while your friends were around. You understood it, he was keeping things normal between the two of you, at least outwardly, he was respecting your anxiety of everyone finding out that something had changed between you.
The evening carried on happily and calmly. You discovered that when left on his own in the kitchen, Lewis was actually quite a good cook, you would have to make him cook for you another time, just you. Charlotte had found Monopoly somewhere in the house, which you promptly lost at, Lewis then insisting that you team up. No one batted an eye at it other than Charlotte, she had shot you a questioning look, wordlessly asking if the two of you were okay. You had only nodded, a soft smile on your face. She had seemed content enough with that, letting you be for the rest of the evening. By the time that you were headed to bed you were full of a joy you hadn’t felt in years, maybe ever. Lewis had very discreetly managed to give you a kiss on the cheek and a small hug before you headed to bed, whispering something about caching in on your promise from earlier. As you fell asleep you couldn’t help but feel like all of your stars had finally aligned in the most perfect way, even if you had no idea what was in store for your future.
…
Your final days of vacation were here, a few days prior you would have wished they would come and go as quick as possible but now, waking up in this new chapter of your life, you wished you could bottle the next few days and never let them go. The morning was lazy, lying in the sun after breakfast before deciding to head down to the beach to do the exact same thing, only with even more gorgeous views. From where you were seated, you already had the best view you could possibly ask for. Lewis was off in the side yard, fully immersed in a full body workout. You were admiring him from a distance, pretending to read your book, but your eyes kept wandering over to his glistening back and bulging biceps as he did effortless push-ups, it would have been criminal not to watch. You knew that he knew you were watching him, he had readjusted specifically to give you a better view, the cocky bastard. When everyone had gone inside to get ready, you stayed back, wanting even just a second alone with him. The second everyone was indoors you made your way over to him, sitting criss crossed on the ground in front of where he was doing sit ups now. One rep he sat up and gave you a wide smile before disappearing again, making you giggle, next rep his eyes flicked over to the door, third rep he came up and grabbed your cheeks, relaxing his form as he pulled your face to his, hesitating for only a moment before firmly planting his lips on yours. Once again he kept it pg but it still felt like heaven on earth. You giggled as you pulled away, feeling like a teenager who had just had her first kiss, you couldn’t help but feel that this is how it would always be with Lewis.
“So what did I hear? Are we headed down to the beach?” He asked, keeping his face rather close to yours, closer than it should be for a friend.
“Yeah, I was just coming over to tell you.” You say, blatantly lying as to why you had approached him.
“Mmmhmmm…” He smirked, catching your lie in an instant.
“Okay, maybe not.” You admitted, leaning in to peck his lips once more. He didn’t let that happen though as he made sure you stayed in place much longer than you had intended, not that you minded in the least bit.
“I should go shower then.” He mumbled as he finally pulled away, moving to stand
“There’s no point, just go jump in the ocean.” You said, making him stay seated in front of you.
“I’m beginning to think that you like me when I’m sweaty,” He smirked before leaning in to place a kiss to your jaw, “and I have to say, I can think of a few ways you could help me work up a sweat.”
You felt your cheeks heat up in an instant, trying to push away the mental images of him above you, his chest glistening. You knew he could tell just how he had affected you when you saw the look on his face when he pulled away.
“Well, I guess I’ll just go put on some trunks then.” He said with a wink as he finally got up to his feet, you not having any ability to stop him right now.
Looking up at him from your spot on the ground as he stood above you had a whole new slew of thoughts rushing through your head. You were a horny mess. The smirk on his face was all knowing and you wanted desperately to wipe it off his face, but there was no use, he was dead on.
You made sure to stay behind and wait for Lewis, who had ended up insisting on showering, as everyone else made their way down to the beach. You were at the kitchen island, scrolling through your phone, when he finally came out. You were wearing one of your bikinis, one you had worn already on the trip, back when he and Miles had tried to teach you to surf. His hands were on your waist before you even knew he was in the room.
“Waiting for me, beautiful?” His head was nuzzled into your neck, not trying anything, just enjoying the closeness.
You lightly pushed him away, spinning on the stool to face him. On instinct you widened your legs, allowing him to step between them so he could be closer to you, bad idea. Your breath hitched when you realized what you had just done, feeling him just brush up against you. You could tell that he wasn’t trying to grind against you or anything, it was just a casualty of trying to get closer to you, but that didn’t make it affect you any less.
“Um, yeah, wanted to walk down with you.” You half mumble, your brain jumbled.
He smiled softly, “Everyone gone?”
All you could do was nod.
“Good.” He let out a heavy breath, pulling your cheeks to press your lips together.
He was slightly more explorative this time and you didn’t mind in the slightest. The kiss was nothing like the first time he had kissed you, messy and open mouthed, but he slightly toyed with your bottom lip, running his tongue along it gently. You ever so slightly opened your mouth, allowing him the small bit of access he so desperately wanted. Nothing but the tips of your tongues met, ever so slightly dancing across each other as you both tested the waters. When he finally pulled away he made sure to leave multiple pecks to your lips, leaving you happily satisfied yet still wanting more. You weren’t quite sure anything would ever be enough with Lewis.
He stepped away, trying to discreetly adjust himself, making you laugh. He sent you a look before righting himself as if nothing had happened. He extended his hand to you, pulling you off the barstool as he intertwined his fingers with yours. Walking hand in hand with him, slightly leaning your weight against him, felt like the most natural thing in the world. You couldn’t help but admire him, almost tripping a few times on your way down the path, making him chuckle. With a towel slung over one shoulder, his swim trunks low on his hips, and a dark pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, he looked perfect, absolutely effortless.
You had parted ways once you got to your friends, still trying your very best to stay discreet. That lasted only about a half hour, the second Lewis had decided he wanted to get in the water he was dragging you along with him. Very much like the last time, he was throwing you into the water almost immediately. His smile was wide as he watched you curse him out. As if he had forgotten that your friends were back on the beach, he grabbed you and pulled you towards where he was floating in the water. You could touch the bottom but only on your tiptoes and you could tell that he had opted to tread water, always staying active. He wrapped your legs around his hips, keeping you afloat with him.
“Well hello there.” You laughed at his sudden move.
“Hello.” He chuckled, nuzzling into your neck.
“Lew, what are you doing?” You asked semi cautiously, enjoying him but knowing that if anyone decided to sit up from their towel they would immediately see you being evidently more than friends.
“Enjoying being in the Caribbean Sea with my girl. I’m finally really enjoying vacation.” His words were slightly muffled as his lips moved against your neck.
“Babe, everyone can see us right now.” You whispered, feeling like you were trying to keep a secret even from the fish in the ocean.
He let out a content humm at the use of your pet name, placing a kiss to your throat, “We said whatever feels natural right? This feels natural. Fuck them, let’s just enjoy this.”
He pulled away, his arm readjusting its grip around your waist. You could feel the strength in his muscles and it made your stomach clench, thinking about him holding you in so many other ways. You just stared at him for a moment, contemplating everything.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked sincerely, noticing the torn look on your face.
You thought about it for only a moment longer, deciding being in his arms was much too good to waste in order to keep a secret, “Nope, you’re right, fuck ‘em.”
His smile was wide as you let yourself truly wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in to place a kiss against his smile. He could barely kiss you back, too happy to use his mouth for anything but the biggest grin you could imagine.
“I’m really happy.” You whispered to him, only a few centimeters from his lips.
“I am too baby, I am too.” He shook his head almost in disbelief.
You have no idea how long the two of you spent bobbing around in the water, but it was long enough that your friends had either gotten sick of the sun or sick of the PDA, possibly both.
“Hey,” Miles yelled, “we’re headed to the house, you guys coming or are you gonna keep fucking eachother in the ocean?”
You laughed, hiding your face in Lewis’ shoulder as he flipped Miles off. You were rather surprised at how casual Miles seemed about it, maybe he was expecting it, maybe he had known how Lewis felt longer than you had, regardless you were grateful that it didn’t seem like a big deal.
“Be up soon.” Lewis yelled back, Miles returning his one finger salute.
You stayed wrapped around each other only a little while longer as you enjoyed the serenity of being with your person in the most beautiful of places. No talking was needed as you basked in the sound of nature and peace surrounding you. Your heart felt whole, in a way it hadn’t in quite some time. You were shocked at how quickly you had fallen into a new cycle with Lewis, but you didn’t mind one bit.
. . .
“I swear to god if I have to hear you two fuck, I might lose my shit.” Miles said, his face showing nothing but seriousness as you and Lewis both burst out laughing.
After you had made your way back to the house, Lewis had thrown caution to the wind, promptly pulling you down into his lap as you came out onto the patio after changing. You hadn’t fought him on it, equally as content as he was and fully aware everyone had already seen you in the water. The only problem was now they were close enough to tease you. The second Charlotte saw him do it she squealed.
“Ah please tell me my two favorite people have finally realized that they need to get married and have kids?” She had clapped, her voice shrill with excitement.
“Woah, slow down there Char’, she became my girlfriend yesterday, give us a damn minute.” Lewis had chuckled, seemingly somewhat prepared for Charlotte's antics.
“Hey now, two favorite people?” Miles had complained, giving Charlotte a playfully offended look.
“Okay sorry, two of my favorite people.” She corrected herself, rolling her eyes.
“I’m just worried I’m never gonna see you two again, gonna be far too obsessed with each other to ever see the light of day again. Also hold up, girlfriend?” Miles had carried on.
“You speaking from experience?” Steph teased him, “Is Lewis that good?”
“Oh fuck off,” He didn’t even look at her, opting to flip her off instead, “but seriously, girlfriend?” He looked at you.
You just nodded, shyly, “He wore me down, he can be quite persuasive.”
“I’m just shocked because the last time I saw you two really interact, I’m pretty sure you wanted to either cut his dick off or punch him in the face.” Miles laughs.
“Oh I did, but we talked… a lot.” You laugh, not wanting to really go into much detail.
Somehow Lewis manages to get the conversation away from your relationship status and you silently thank him, not in the mood for some big hoopla and discussion about your feelings. As everyone chatters on around you the evening quickly turns to night and people begin to bid their goodnights. With only a few people left on the patio, you do the same, whispering to Lewis before announcing it to the group. When you get to your room, you realize that you quite wish you had given him a kiss before you left, too shy to do it infront of everyone just yet. You sit on your bed in your pajamas, waiting to hear him head to his room. Finally you hear his voice in the hall, making you move to try to sneakily follow him to his room. You don’t hear anyone else in the hall so you make a run for it. You feel like a boarding school student breaking curfew with the way that you run on your tiptoes over to his doorway, knocking ever so softly.
“Yeah?” His voice is louder than you would have liked.
Instead of waiting for further permission, you gently ease his door open, slipping in quickly and softly shutting it behind you. He’s in the middle of taking off the sweatshirt he had put on earlier in the night, his t-shirt riding up as he does so, putting his abs wonderfully on display.
“Hello you.” He smirks when he finally sees you.
“Sorry.” You mumble, suddenly embarrassed that you just snuck into his room for a silly goodnight kiss after only dating the man for a day.
For some reason your brain is on a different level than your relationship technically is, you feel like you’ve been together for months, years even. It’s exactly what he was talking about, he’s been acting as your boyfriend for some time but now you finally have the intimacy you had secretly dreamed of.
“Don’t be sorry,” He smiles, approaching you to place his hands on your hips, “I too was thinking I needed to come steal a kiss before bed.” He puts your mind at ease, pressing his lips to yours softly.
You find yourself deepening the kiss, his soft manner not being enough for you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against his firm torso. He’s more than welcoming, wrapping his arms around you tightly, pulling you against him even harder than before. You take the lead this time, licking against his mouth. It takes him barely a second to respond, letting your tongue explore his mouth, his moving in sync against yours. When he groans into the kiss you can’t help but try to pull him even closer to you. He leans you against the door you had just snuck in through, his hands gravitating down towards your ass. You don’t stop him, nothing could possibly make you stop him in that moment. His large hands rest carefully atop your ass, not wanting to cross anymore of a boundary than he already is. You try to give him more permission, pressing your hips against his as you do your very best not to break from his lips that are growing hungrier by the second. The heat of his body and the lack of oxygen from the kiss are making you lightheaded, you need him, so much more than you could have ever imagined. You throw your demands out the window, fuck taking it slow, you needed to take him now.
He feels you press your hips against him, taking the hint and finally properly grabbing your ass, greedy handfuls in his large palms. He groans again and the sound goes straight to your core. You bring one of your legs up around his waist, hoping he gets the hint fully, and does he ever. Within moments he’s moving his hands to your thighs, beckoning for you to jump up so your legs are wrapped firmly around his waist. Finally he properly presses himself against you, his lips moving down to your jaw and trailing down your neck. It feels just as good as it did the first time you felt him do just this, but this time it’s even better, because you know you won’t be stopping him this time. He nibbles ever so slightly making you whimper. It’s the first proper sound he’s gotten out of you and he is immediately on a mission for more.
“Fuck, baby, do you want this? Are you sure?” He is so out of breath as he asks the question but his voice is serious, he’s not fucking it up again.
“Yes Lew, so much, I need you, please.” You rush out, your voice already an embarrassing whine. If you weren’t so needy in that moment, you might find it in you to care, but all you care about is getting him exactly how you want him.
The second he hears your words he’s latching his lips back onto your throat and carrying you over to his bed. The grace with which he puts you down surprises you, you half expected to be thrown like a ball. His hands move under your pajama shirt, immediately finding your breast completely bare. His thumb brushes over your sensitive nipple, making you gasp. His lips find yours once again, his hands roaming every inch of your body they can reach, yours doing the same to him. You fumble to try and take his shirt off, making him chuckle as he pulls away to do it for you, him swiftly ridding you of your shirt as well. He pauses for a moment, his eyes locked to your chest and the hungry stare makes you want to cover up. As if he can tell he leans down, placing his lips across every inch of bare skin he can before latching his lips around one of your nipples. You can’t help but arch into him, feeling his smile against your chest as you do so. You let your hands wander the smooth skin of his back, feeling how his muscles flex as he adjusts himself to kiss a trail down your torso. When he reaches your waistband his eyes flick up to yours, silently asking if he can carry on.
“Please.” You sigh out, needing some sort of relief from how ridiculously worked up you are in that moment.
That's all he needs to hear before he’s pulling down your sleep shorts and your undies in one swift motion. Once you're bare, his eyes lock onto your heat, in a much similar way to how they did your chest earlier.
“So fucking perfect.” He says under his breath, his thumb moving to ever so slightly brush against your hip, making you squirm.
Finally his thumb makes its way to the bundle of nerves that are throbbing with desperation. His touch is so light you can barely feel it but it makes your hips buck up towards him. He takes that as a good sign, applying more pressure as he finally starts to move in tantalizing circles, the rest of his hand resting on your pubis.
“So wet, so ready, my god,” He mumbles as if to himself before speaking up, his voice raspy with lust, “Can I taste you baby? Been dying to for so long.”
“Oh my god, please.” You feel like you could cry from just how turned on you are.
The first flick of his tongue is teasing, nothing even close to what you’re in the mood for, you buck your hips up towards him, hoping he takes the hint. He immediately dives in, no room for teasing and taunting left. His head between your thighs is something you never anticipated witnessing, but now its all you ever want to see. He wastes no time in latching his mouth onto your sensitive nerves, making you cry out. His tongue laps in the most perfect rhythm that your positive nothing will ever be as satisfying again. His tongue travels everywhere and anywhere, searching for your most sensitive spots. He makes his journey further down, the strong muscle of his tongue teasing at your entrance, you gasp as you feel him push just the tip in, his nose coming down to meet your clit. He quickly begins fucking you with his tongue as he gently moves his head, creating just enough friction with the tip of his nose to have you a whimpering mess. You feel yourself starting to tense up, never having come so quick with any of your partners. He can feel it too. He quickly replaces his tongue with two thick fingers, his mouth coming up to suck your clit directly into his mouth.
“There ya’ go, give it to me pretty girl, let me see how good you look when you come. You taste so fucking good, never gonna get enough.” You look down to see his eyes locked directly on yours. You can see his bicep flexing with the movements he’s making inside of you and that combination has you coming undone, harder than you ever have before. All you can do is moan his name, you have no idea how loud you’re being but you truly couldn’t care less, the way he’s making you feel is second to none. You can feel his smirk as he works you down from your orgasm slowly, making sure you feel every ounce of it.
Before he’s even able to make his way all the way up your body, you’re reaching for the button of his pants. You need to feel him, and you need to feel him now.
“All in good time sweetheart.” He giggles, placing a soft kiss to your lips.
You can feel the dampness in his beard, his lips slick. He steps away from you, making you whine.
“So needy, give me a second and I’ll give you everything you need.” He teases you as he walks over to his bag. He grabs a condom and you can’t help but be grateful he at least has half a mind right now, you were ready to take him raw if it meant you could have him.
He finally lets you undo his pants, pushing them down along with his briefs. What you’re met with has your eyes going wide. He’s much larger than you could have even imagined. The thick vein running up his shaft looks lickable and you almost do exactly that before he’s laying you back once more, rolling the condom on.
“I’ll go slow, I promise.” He whispers reassuringly, evidently having caught your initial reaction.
When you feel the blunt tip press against you, you begin to rethink everything, there is absolutely no way you’ll be able to take him. He begins to ease into you slowly and it's the most indescribable feeling. You feel like you’re being split in two and put back together all at once. He somehow feels like an intrusion and your missing piece.
“Lew” You whimper out, clinging to him for dear life.
“Almost there baby, almost there,” His voice is soothing in your ear but you can hear the tension as he feels you for the first time, “you’re doing so good, so proud of you.”
The second he bottoms out, it's as if time has stopped. The two of you both let out deep groans, reveling in the feeling of finally being fully connected. Slowly the burning stretch turns into indescribable satisfaction. It feels like he was meant to be inside of you, the missing piece to the puzzle of your body. He stays still, letting you adjust to him as he peppers you with kisses. You can feel the tension in his shoulders, desperate to move, chase the high you’re both so desperate for. You don’t know how you find it in you but you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer and hoping he takes the hint that you need him to move just as much as he needs it. Slowly he pulls out of you, only half way, before burying himself in you again. He hits the perfect spot, making your toes clench with only one thrust. The groan he lets out is pornagraphic and you fight to make yourself look at him. The sight above you is what dreams are made of as he slowly starts to build a pace, testing the waters with what you like, evidently aiming to make sure you’re feeling just as good as he is. His lips are parted as if they’re ready to let out a moan at any given moment, his brow is furrowed in pleasure and concentration, his lust filled eyes boring down into yours.
“Fuck baby, you feel unreal.” He half groans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, tracing his lips over the sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Lew, more please.” You run your nails gently down his back, making him shiver.
“You want more?” His voice is taunting, challenging.
“Fuuuuck.” You draw out as his hips pick up their pace.
He brings one of his arms to rest on the headboard as he leverages himself to put more power behind his thrusts. All words have left your mind, your mouth open in a constant gasp, no sound capable of escaping you any longer. He takes one of your legs, resting it over his shoulder as he pushes himself down on to you, his body weight suffocating in the best way. Somehow he’s even deeper this way and it makes you whimper, the tension mounting in your belly. You can tell you're almost there. His grunts and groans have quickly become your new favorite soundtrack as they edge you closer and closer to your release. His hips have picked up their pace even more and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. When his hand slips down to toy with your clit you find yourself letting out a moan much louder than you should have. He brings his lips to yours, attempting to quiet you. This kiss is useless, just two open mouths, sharing each others sounds of pleasure.
“Fuck I love you.” He breathes out, you can tell he didn’t mean to say it but the second you hear it you need to hear it a million more times. Your stomach tightening at the phrase falling from his lips
“Say it again.” You just about whine.
He hesitates for a moment, his hips faltering before finding his pace again, “I love you.” This time with much more conviction.
“Again.” You moan, so close to your high.
“Fuck Y/N, I love you, I love you, so fucking much.” He rambles, connecting your lips when he feels you reach your peak.
You’re not prepared, it crashes over you like a tsunami, you tighten around him so hard he struggles to move, to fuck you through it. You’re beyond grateful that he’s as determined as he is because he keeps you at your peak longer than you even knew possible, your vision blurring and your ears ringing. You feel him tense, uncoordinated thrusts as he finally spills into the condom. His breathing is hard as he collapses against you like the best weighted blanket imaginable. He’s pressing soft kisses to your throat as you do your best to come back to earth. You can feel him slowly softening inside of you and it just feels right, the two of you being connected.
"So much for taking it slow, hmm?" His voice is tired but teasing.
"Oh fuck off." Is the first thing you say to him as you come back into yourself, making him chuckle
It takes him a few moments before he disconnects from you, much to your dismay, wincing as he pulls out.
“M’sorry, one second.” He says softly, pecking your lips before moving to discard the condom and get you a rag.
He cleans you with such care, so gentle, you feel your heart lurch. It’s rare that you’ve been with a guy who takes such care afterwards. When he’s finally done he joins you back in bed, moving you both under the covers.
“No arguments, you’re staying right here.” He mumbles before you can object and try to go back to your own room, which you assume will no longer be needed.
“Hey Lewis?” You prompt hesitantly as he pulls you against his chest, hiking your leg up over his hips.
“I meant it, have for so long it hurts.” He answers you without you even having to ask, knowing what you’re questioning.
You lift your head to meet his, looking at him through the pale moonlight flooding the room.
“I love you too.” You whisper before leaning it to meet his lips.
"Say it again." He mumbles against your lips, a smile spreading across both of your faces as he mimics your words from earlier.
"I love you so fucking much Lewis Hamilton." You giggle as he pulls you impossibly close to him, latching his lips on to yours.
You don’t know how long you stay there kissing him but you’re not sure you disconnected before you fell asleep. All you know is that as you lay there, enjoying his affection, you knew you had made the right decision. You will never lose Lewis and now you have the rest of your life to enjoy a whole new journey with him.
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hiiiiii!! if you don’t mind could you write about ex boyfriend!anton who gets jealous of wonbin because he keeps making fem!reader laugh (they are having a staycation tgt after finishing finals). wonbin and her are currently cooking dinner at the kitchen while anton just sits on the sofa with the other friends (could be anyone tho). they look very close and comfortable with each other so anton chooses to go out to get some fresh air. he eventually decided to swim as it might help him to calm down a bit. not long after that, she comes to him to tell him that the dinner is ready but it turns out differently (anton drags her into pool with him lol and they have a long overdue convo there.)
thank youuuu no pressure tho ❤️❤️❤️
# ALWAYS WAIT FOR YOU.
𖦹 ex bf!anton x fem!reader | fluff & angst
𖦹 note ; im so sorry anon i felt like this could be better but my brain is just not.. braining. IM SORRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT + reqs closing soon!!
"Here comes the choo choo train!" Wonbin coos, steering a spoon full of mashed potatoes towards you.
"Stop it!" you shriek, laughing as you whack his arm away from you. "I hate potatoes!"
Wonbin giggles, setting the spoon back into the pot.
"You didn't seem to hate potatoes when we were at the dining hall the other day," he jokes, poking you in the shoulder playfully.
You click your tongue, stepping away to look for parsley. "It was free food, 'Bin," you reason. "Who doesn't like free food?"
The glass jar of green herbs catches your attention, resting on the top shelf of the cupboard.
"Can you help me get the parsley? It's up there." you ask, tugging at his jacket.
"What would you do without me?" Wonbin laughs, ruffling your hair before easily reaching up for the jar.
Anton wonders the same thing as he watches the entire thing from the living room, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa.
The wound of your breakup from several weeks ago was still fresh, even though he was the one who called it quits.
Just because of one stupid misunderstanding over you coming home late, everything had blown out of proportion.
Amongst the tired shouting, confusing accusations, and tears shed, Anton had called it off in the heat of the moment.
He was really regretting it as he continued eyeing the both of you.
Did you really need to be so affectionate while making dinner?
Were mashed potatoes even that funny?
Why did you seem so much happier with Wonbin than you had been with him?
He feels his head spin from the jealousy and anger bubbling in his chest, and he stands up abruptly.
"I'm going out," the Boston-born boy mumbles. "Gonna get some fresh air."
Your other friends, Eunseok and Sohee, hum in response; they were too busy playing the PS4 to notice the discomfort in Anton's voice.
Frustrated, Anton ran his hands through his hair as he sat down by the pool.
How could he mess up so badly?
His mind mapped out a million different scenarios if he hadn't broken up with you, plagiarizing the poor boy's mind. If only he had just communicated with you.
"God, I hate this." he mumbles to himself.
Shaking his head, Anton yanks his tank top off and tosses it aside. Maybe a quick swim would help him clear his mind.
The serenity of the water calmed the thoughts in his head, and Anton tried to logically think of a way to solve the issue.
Maybe he could just talk to you? But if so, when and where? What was he even going to say?
Anton barely got to think of anything else when he heard someone calling for him.
"Hey, dinner's gonna be ready soon," you say, standing close by the pool. "Do you wanna go take a shower first?"
He grips on to the end of the pool, supporting his body as he caught his breath and stared at you.
"Are you okay?" you asked slowly, feeling flustered by his all-too-familiar stare.
Without another word, Anton pulls you right into the water with him.
"What are you doing?" you spluttered when you resurfaced, wiping the water off your face.
"I need to talk to you about something," Anton pleaded, his hands holding onto your waist.
"But here? Right before dinner?" you questioned, dumbfounded.
He nods, praying that you'd stay.
"Okay, fine. But make it quick." you mumble.
Anton feels his hands clam up as he clears his throat. He can't mess this up.
"Well, I'm... sorry." he mumbles, voice closing up.
A tense moment of silence passes by, only interrupted by the sound of water sloshing around as you treaded in the pool.
"That's all you have to say?" you ask. "Because if that's all, then I'm gonna head back inside."
"N-No, there's more." he hurriedly assures you.
Staring at him as if to say 'go on', Anton gulps.
"This is all my fault. I didn't mean to shout at you and accuse you of those things that night, I was just... I was worried. And jealous. And scared. I know it makes me sound like a shit person, and I kind of am a shit person, but I really didn't mean it." he starts.
"I didn't mean to break up with you, I was just so stupidly scared that you were out with someone else. I should've listened to you and given you a chance to explain your side of the story, and I'm just.. I'm just so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault."
Tears start rolling down his cheeks, but he doesn't let that stop him.
"If you've already moved on and you're interested in... someone else, then I won't interfere," he sniffles. "But if you're not, then can we get back together?" he asks, so quiet that you can barely hear him.
Anton's hands slip into yours, and he holds on to them tightly. "I promise I'll change. I'll be the best boyfriend that you deserve."
His eyes gaze into yours sincerely, sparkly with tears and vulnerability.
"Anton, I don't know." you sigh.
"I'm not interested in anyone else right now, but you really hurt me that night." you whisper, voice laced with pain.
"Like, why would you even think I was out cheating on you? Don't you know that I love you too much to even think of doing that?"
Anton feels his heart shatter into a million pieces at your words, guilt crashing down even heavier on him.
"I know, I'm so sorry." he mumbles, hiding his face in his hands. "But can you give me another chance?"
If this was with any of your other ex-boyfriends, you'd say no immediately and shove them away, but Anton was different.
He was the only one who actually treated you right; giving you his jacket when you're cold, trying his best to cook your favorite meals for you even if it's two in the morning, and helping you study when you couldn't understand a single question.
But of course, he wasn't perfect. He was still human after all.
And deep down, a part of you really wanted to stay and love him more, working together through his flaws to make the best out of your relationship.
So you sigh, gently cupping his face.
"Okay, I'll give you another chance." you whisper, smiling softly. Anton bursts into tears as he throws himself around you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
"Thank you," he repeats over and over again, pressing kisses all over your face.
You laugh at his sudden outburst of affection, gently pushing him away. "Okay, now let's go eat dinner first before we starve in this pool."
Anton nods, and with lightning speed, he's out of the pool and helping you out too. He grabs the tank top he had tossed aside earlier and drapes it around you as a towel. Then with one easy lift, he picks you up in bridal style.
"Thank you so much," he sighs, pressing another kiss to your cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too." you giggle.
With that, Anton carries the both of you inside, ignoring the surprised shouts coming from your friends as he rushes you into his room, both of you laughing and squealing.
You grunt when he drops you onto the bed, still laughing.
Anton beams, loving the sound of your laughter and swearing to himself to never make you unhappy again.
"Alright, I'll go shower and then you can shower, and we'll go eat dinner." you chirp, getting up.
A mischievous light sparks in Anton's eyes. "Why not we shower together? We can save time and water that way, you know." he suggests, smirking.
You scoff at the boy, chuckling. "Since when were you so concerned about the environment?" you teased, knowing what his true intentions were.
"You just stay out here and wait, I'll be done real quick." you scolded lightly.
Anton smiles, nodding readily.
He'll always wait for you.
© anton-luvr, 2023.
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Rent the Space Inside My Mind
1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: Man, remember that picture you found? I wonder how you two decide to deal with that little hiccup...
A/N: I've finally come to the realization that this little fic is a labor of love for me. It's my baby so it isn't ever really going to have a real updating schedule. All of that to say, thank you for sticking around and reading you guys! Not a spoiler but just so you know, the end kind of reads like An End, but I have a lot more planned for theses two. This is just like, and end to the pining.
Also, I know others are reading this, but I'm giving a whole shoutout to @fracturedarkness who has been the best cheerleader for me with this story from essentially day one. Literally a ray of sunshine 😘😘😘
(If y'all want a soundtrack at all, just listen to Hozier's Wasteland! Baby. Seriously it's basically all I listened to.)
Warnings: SMUT! There's smut! Halleluiah! 18+ NSFW Minors GTFO
In sixth grade Eddie had caught mono. It was the first serious illness that Wayne had to deal with since taking guardianship four years earlier. Eddie had moaned around the trailer for two weeks, unable to stay awake for more than a few hours at a time. He’d been exhausted and couldn’t swallow right. The fever he’d get at night made him nauseous those first few days and that’s the only thing he can compare this sick twist in his gut to.
Between the picture clutched in your fingers and the intense look on your face, Eddie thinks he might just turn inside out.
“Ed?”
It sounds like an accusation in his ears. You’ve found him out, evidence catching the light where it waves around between the two of you. Forget trying to tell you his feelings, he’s got a date with buckshot later.
He takes it back actually, this feels the same as the day you accidentally met his dad. The sudden visit on a rare stint between prison stays. The lead weight of fear and sadness and pure fucking rage making him go cold and numb.
Eddie is so tired of shit going wrong in his life.
“Eddie?” How do you sound so soft when he has clearly screwed up so bad?
Also, he went for one shower after making a stupid mess and you decided to what, go through his shit?
Don’t start
There’s a black mood he gets in sometimes. It creeps up his insides, stains him dark. It makes him mean and he doesn’t want to be mean, not to you. Not to anyone really.
He knows on a deeper level this is his fault, it was only a matter of time before you found the picture. Tucked in books and forgotten in his sheets he’s honestly surprised it’s taken this long.
“Eddie!” The sharpness of his name jerks his head out of the haze he’s in. Sees your eyes clearly and you’re not mad, in fact he thinks that might be a smile hidden under all the confusion.
“Where did you get this?” Even and calm. Could you lend him some of that? His throat clicks when he tries to swallow.
“I think uh, I think I took it. On ha-Halloween. Last year.” He doesn’t recognize his own voice, the deep scratch of it. “We were drunk at Hagan’s. I don’t know wh-“
“You took this?” Another wiggle of the polaroid. Your grip on the box of weed is still white knuckled. Okay, maybe that wasn’t a smile. He can’t really tell anymore, the panic settling in firing off all his alarm bells.
“You weren’t supposed to find it.” He’s so quiet, hasn’t been quiet like this in a long time. Wasn’t even this quiet sneaking into bedrooms.
You take a step forward and he launches back. Head hits the door frame and if god is real he would let the paneling swallow him whole right now.
“Why do you have this? Why all the-” you gesture behind you, “why all my shit? You told me you hadn’t seen my Theo figure anywhere and she’s in the drawer with all my shit!” Your voice gets tight, face scrunching up in complete confusion. “I thought I was loosing my stuff but you’re just stealing all of it! My zippo! Eddie what the fuck?!” No, right, there’s the anger. He’s pressed so firmly against the door jam it’s guaranteed to leave marks for a week. You take another step forward and he has nowhere to go, pinned under your scrutiny and words and the waving hand holding his shame. But where your voice was rising in anger, it drops suddenly, slides into something softer. “Why do you have this?”
Yeah Eddie, why do you have it?
It’s a total accumulation of, let’s be real, two years of unrepentant pining. Two years of being a dick and going after easy girls because you were off limits in his own doctrine. Too good a friend to ruin the relationship, and too good a person to ruin with himself. It’s nights spent at the bookstore waiting for you to get off, watching with a burning in his gut as the dipshit college guy you work with tries to edge his way into a date. Blunts and cigarettes shared like kisses between lips he isn’t allowed to taste otherwise. It’s the grappling like two idiots fighting, breathless giggles and rough shoves that end in headlock hugs and usually him tapping out first, unable to stand being in your embrace if it isn’t for keeps.
“I…” the space in his room is somehow bigger than it’s ever been, leaving him adrift in the chaos of his things and your things and the too thin air that you’re somehow breathing in just fine. There’s a stutter in his chest where he’s not catching his breath, the familiar heat behind his eyes where the tears are trying to rush forward. “It’s just-fuck! It’s such a creep…move I know and I just didn’t want to l-let it go because it was a good night and-and a good picture and your hand…” he’d dropped his eyes to stare at your feet, unable to say his half-assed explanation to your face. “Your hand. On my leg.” Just a whisper. Swings his hand limply toward you. “I just, it was a nice thought.” His throat is tight and he’s afraid if you keep looking at him he might cry.
He’s watched you take enough steps forward so you’re practically toe to toe with him. In his peripheral he watches you toss the box behind you onto the bed, your other clutching the evidence lightly taps against his chest and rests there.
He looks up through his lashes and his hair, keeping his sight obscured like it’ll protect him from whatever you’re about to say.
“I can’t believe-“ you cut off with a laugh and a shake of your head, that small smile he thought he saw turning back up. “I feel so fucking stupid.”
Eddie’s stomach has disappeared along with the rest of his insides. There’s never been a real foundation of proof for him, just stolen glances he’s caught you in. That lingering look you’d give him, the way you’d hang onto him longer during a hug sometimes. Mostly just blind hope and his own low simmering ego to egg him on.
“Do you want to know what I did this morning?” He nods, he really does want to know. There’s the smallest drip of warmth trickling down his back with your words.
“I woke up and I thought about you. First thought of the day.” A deep breath and he can see the pink blooming up out of the collar of his shirt you’re wearing. “I thought about you and I felt so stupid after, for sitting in the dark and pretending that you’d ever-“ You stop yourself again and drop your eyes to stare at your hand on his chest.
“You thought about me?” He asks and you nod slowly. He’s got an idea about what that might mean. “Do you maybe also have a secret polaroid?”
A break in the tension and you take a step back, laughing. A real one he knows, warm and happy. The photo hits him in the chest where your hand just was, where you’ve just flicked it at him. “How long Eddie?”
“What?” He grabs for the photo but it flutters to the ground.
“How long have you liked me?” Your wide eyes and breathless question challenge him. When he doesn’t respond fast enough for you, you reach out and push his bangs away from his face, smoothing them back. His wispy armor is gone and with it, surprisingly, some of his fear. Your eyes are clear and waiting, smile still pulling at your lips.
“I don’t, I don’t have like, a date. Like, a-awhile.” Eddie stutters like he’s never spoken these words before. Nerves replacing fear when it starts to finally dawn on him: this isn’t going to end in flames.
The hand at his forehead slides down and rests on his cheek. He hasn’t taken a full breath in since you pushed his hair back, never mind now that your cradling his face, but the fear has been slowly melting off his shoulders while you’ve been staring at him and when your eyes trail down his face, it and the sudden nerves all just disappear.
He feels your fingers flex along his jaw and he finally takes that breath.
“I’m not reading this wrong am I?” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Shakes his head and opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off, just as quiet, “I don’t want us to make a mistake.”
“You think this’d be mistake?” The hurt leaks through without his meaning to.
“God no, Eddie I-“
There’s a bloom of confidence he hasn’t felt before, something that twist up through his ribs and around his spine. “Good.”
Reaching out for you feels natural. He’s reached out to you a hundred times before but he’s never slid his hands into your hair. Tucked them up behind your ears and pulled you in close, felt you gasp when he brushes his lips against yours. Your hands pull at his shirt where they’re both fisted in the thin material, keeping him close. When you push into him he feels your mouth open, tongue grazing along his bottom lip; white static across his thoughts.
It’s 10pm on a Thursday night and your kissing him in his room. Wearing his t-shirt and pushing him against the wall while your kissing him. He feels one of your hands flatten against his chest and his heart rockets off and your still kissing him. There’s your tongue again begging entrance and he yields, feels that barbell slide across his own tongue and he’s done for. It’s better than he could ever fantasize. He wants more of it but you just aren’t close enough. He grips at your hair to pull you in, to try and deepen the kiss but there’s no where else to go. You mumble something against his lips but he just swallows the sound and slides a hand down your back till he can get his fingers up under the hem of the shirt, palm laid flat against the small of your back.
“Eddie.” You sigh his name and he makes it a personal goal right then to get you to do it again. Your hands wander down his chest and he starts his own wandering down your neck, lips finding any open skin he can kiss. “Hold on, Eddie-“
“I’m not holding on for shit.” He says in between kisses. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for months.” Your laugh vibrates under his mouth and it makes his eyes roll. “Do you want me to stop?” He pauses under your ear, panting against you.
“No.” You sigh and shake your head, leaning into his hand still in your hair. “No I don’t.”
He spends a few more minutes pulling little sounds out of you that he’s filing away for later. Nipping at your skin when you run your hands under his shirt and push it up.
“Can I?” The question isn’t even finished before he pulls the shirt over his head and throws it behind you on the dresser. “Oh!” A giggle when he lays his hands back on you, hands rucking up your own shirt where he can run his palms over your midriff. There’s no finesse to his kisses anymore, just laying them wherever he can, anything to make you giggle again. He moves his hands higher, pushing your shirt up so he can finally see your tits again. It’s been a whole ass year since your wore your dress and he’s dreamt about this every day since. He kisses the tops of them and is mesmerized by the way they bounce back under his touch.
“Hello old friends.”
“Old friends?!” When you laugh they move with you and he has to force himself to look back up at you.
“Yeah, you saw the picture. We’re well acquainted.” He buries his face down in your cleavage and you hear him take a deep breath. “How do you always smell so good?” He’s layering kisses again and you’re trying to move around until you can pull your own shirt off. “Hey don’t rush this, I have this perfectly planned.”
“Oh, so you left the drawer open on purpose?”
“Absolutely, it’s been my months long plan.” He takes a step forward to force you back one. Eyebrows scrunched together he scoffs, “I almost let you catch me for a while and then it happens by mistakeand I act like it’s the biggest fuck up ever and now I’ve got you shirtless. Listen, I plan campaigns babe. You know I can write ten steps ahead.” He’s walking you backwards till your legs hit his bed, fingers holding onto your belt loops to keep you close.
“Eddie?” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his flannel pants, pulling down till they shift off his hips.
“What?” He’s distracted by your fingers sliding around his hips.
“You’re so full of shit.” He laughs when steps out of his pants and sees you look down, an immediate tilt to your head. Your fingers still against his skin, skimming the elastic of his boxers but he knows you’re staring at the growing bulge. The clever remark he had ready dies in the back of his throat when he hears the quiet ‘hmm’, watches your tongue poke out to swipe across your lips.
“If you keep staring I’m gonna get self conscious.” One hand covers his mouth to muffle the end of his sentence while the other lightly rubs up against his dick through the thin cotton. Somehow he stays upright, mouth falling open under your hand to pant against your palm.
“You got any other surprises for me Munson?”
Are you talking to him? He can’t get a braincell to function with the heat of your hand pressed against him, barely moving at all. The button on your jeans is about all he can fathom, getting them opened and remembering how a zipper works is next. Your breath bouncing off of his chest makes him shiver and kind of brings some of his brain back up and running.
“I uh, I got a few tricks up my sleeve.” He tips you back till you sit and he follows close, making you lay down. You laugh when your back hits the bed and you keep laughing, body shaking as he works your jeans down your legs.
“What’s so funny, giggles?”
“I’m just…this is the first time I’ve had sex in a bed.”
Eddie stops moving and looks up at you from your feet. “I’m sorry, what?” He hopes he’s just hearing wrong, on account of his brain short circuiting a moment ago.
“Yeah, it’s just always been in the back of cars.” You say it so flippantly, like it’s just a thing that happened to you. “I mean, It’s whatever. I just realized no one’s ever pushed me back on a bed before.” Your grin is hazy when you look down your body at him but he’s stone sober now. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to any of those assholes and he knows it. You’re the best thing to happen to him, and somehow you’ve gone this long with shitty car hookups.
“No.” He shakes his head and pulls your jeans off fully. Slides your socks off and tosses them in the pile of your clothes. “You’re lying, please tell me your lying.”
“I’m not! There’s so much more room!” You wave your arms next to you like you’re making a snow angle in his sheets. You sit up quick, bracing yourself on one hand to reach behind yourself to undo your bra when he stops you.
“You don’t have to do that, I can help.” He’s crowded up against your legs where you’ve dropped them both sideways.
“I know that, I was just making it easier.” His face must drop because you huff at him. “Look, I’m not stupid Eddie. I just, haven’t had the best track record I guess. I just assumed-“
“That I was gonna be like the other guys.”
You shrug. “Yeah, Hawkin’s finest. You know.”
That’s a little bit of a blow, he won’t lie, but watching you slam up your walls when they’ve been nonexistent all night makes him switch tactics.
“You deserve better than that.” He swings his legs to the side so he can lean over you, one arm braced against your hip, the other tilting your chin to look at him. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen you pout before, your bottom lip sticking out pink and wet and he wants to bite it. “I’m serious.” He leans in close, lips brushing yours. “Can I be nice to you?” He whispers against you and your face flushes immediately, eyes darting down to stare at the bed. He can’t stop the grin spreading across his face, delighted with how flustered you get.
“I-you’re always nice.” You mumble, chin fighting to get away from his hand holding you still.
“I can be nicer.” He closes the small gap and kisses you again, still holding your chin. He can feel your breathing speed up when it ghosts over his cheek where you’re nose is pressed. When he’s certain you won’t pull away he moves his hand to your back, unhooking the clasps one by one. Eddie pulls back to look at you properly, fingers lightly pulling the straps down your arms. “Can I?”
“You don’t have to ask.” You say, still nodding your head at him anyways.
“It’s good manners.” He says simply, wiggling your bra off of you, tossing it to join the growing pile. You’ve shifted back to your elbows, further away from him but giving him a better view. None of his fantasies are measuring up to real life. Just watching the way your tits lay when you shift has him practically drooling. He runs a fingertip from between them and down to your navel, marveling at the softness of your skin. Runs that same fingertip over to a hip and you jump just a little. “Ticklish?”
“Maybe.” Your voice is wobbly, chest rising and falling faster. He lays his palm flat against your stomach and runs it up your side, thumb brushing the underside of your breast and you sigh, letting your head fall back between your shoulders.
“You are so fucking pretty.” Eddie means it. Even before all the crushing and jealously he could see it. With your head back he can watch the blush creep down your chest and he marvels at that too.
“Eddie you can’t just say shit like that.” You sound strained from the angle your at. He runs his thumb under the swell of your breast again just to watch you shudder.
“What, that your pretty?” He leans down to place a kiss on your chest, can feel your heartbeat tick up faster. He’s only got so much restraint before he grabs you up into his lap but he’s trying hard to be a gentleman about it. You deserve that much for your first time. Well, not overall but with him? Eddie’s determined to make you forget about every other guy who’s even looked at you.
“Look at me.” He’s dropping kisses along your collarbone trying to get you to lift your head up. His hands have been itching to grab your tits but he wants you to stop being shy for a minute. “Please.” He’s trying to kiss up your neck when you finally lift your head. “Can you scoot up for me?” He asks and you oblige. As soon as your head hits his pillow he’s leaned back, pulling your knees back up so he wedge himself between them. He grabs your hand and pulls it up to kiss your open palm and you close your fingers around his cheeks, making him laugh.
“Will you stop being cute and just touch me?”
“How?” He kisses down your wrist, watching you get more flustered.
“I don’t know, whatever you normally do?”
“No, that was with them, they don’t matter anymore.” He makes it to the crook of your elbow before he lets go and crawls over the top of you, getting in your face to stare you down. “What’d you think about this morning, hm?” He’s keeping track of all the little whimpers your making, the way you bite your lip when he makes you nervous. You won’t meet his eye so he follows your line of sight and you huff at him.
“Stuff, Eddie. Oh my god.” You cover your face with your hands and he thinks he can feel the heat radiating off of you. It’s driving him crazy in the best way, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this effect on anyone before.
“Aw c’mon. Tell me.” He kisses each finger before moving down to your knuckles and honestly, he just can’t help himself anymore when he brings a hand up to knead at your tits, a quick pinch of a hardened nipple and you gasp into your hands. “Was it this?” He pinches again and you wiggle under him, hips jumping up against him and he drops his head. You’re hot everywhere, and the core of you pressed up against him through his boxers is going to do him in if he’s not careful. “If you don’t tell me I’m gonna have to guess and this could be a long night.” He rolls his hips into you to try to get his point across and to try to get some relief.
“Is that such a bad thing?” You ask, pulling your hands down to just cover your mouth. Your eyes are wide and glassy, pupils big and dark.
“No, but I want to know what I do in these dreams of yours.” He moves back to your neck to make a path to your chest where he laps at your nipple. “Something like this?” He asks before wrapping his lips around and sucking, tongue flicking over sensitive skin. You arch your chest up and there’s a laugh caught in your moan. He moves over to your other side, nipping at you before mouthing at your other nipple, hand teasing at your hip. He snaps your underwear against you and you let out a quiet ‘ow’ and try to swat at his hand. “Or was I somewhere else?” His fingertips graze under the band and inch down. Your knees pull up tight around him and he’s so close to saying fuck it to his own game.
“You were-fuck Eddie, you were going down on me.” You get so quiet, the one hand still on your mouth muffling your voice.
“Oh?” He lets your nipple go with a wet sound, big grin already set in place.
“If your gonna make fun of me…”
“Absolutely not.”
You watch him over your hand place a scattering of kisses down till he hits your underwear, giving you one last questioning look before he hooks his fingers in and pulls them down. You’re also starting to feel a little self conscious when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you.
Payback
“Ed.” He just runs his hands up your legs, big palms warm against your thighs. He pulls your knees out a little further before leaning down and re-situating himself between your thighs, leaving open mouthed kisses along the inside. You’re torn between wanting to watch him and wanting to cover your face in embarrassment when he makes the decision for you, pulling at your elbow to drag your hand down to his head. He’s got that lazy smirk on his face and you can feel his breath skipping across too sensitive skin.
“Give you something to hold on to.” You want to laugh but he’s too quick, fingers moving in to hold you open for him. Your head drops into the pillow when he licks a broad tongue from your center right up to your clit, your back arching up and Eddie’s laugh vibrates through you.
“Oh fuck.”
“I haven’t even started yet.” You can hear the proud smirk in his voice and if you’d like to say something smart back you won’t, too focused on his mouth working you over. His tongue is soft, even when he points it, uses it to prod at your opening and you forget any remarks you might have had for him.
“Eddie.” You pull at his hair when he wraps his lips around your clit and he groans. You’re stuck concentrating on his mouth until he slides one finger in and you choke on a gasp. He pulls his mouth away and lays his head against your leg, watching you from under his wet hair.
“Is this what you thought about?” He can see you nod into the pillow, hand twisted next to your head in the fabric while he pumps his hand slowly.
“It’s what I thought about.” He hooks his finger up, trying to find that soft spot to make you melt. “I think about it all the time.” The grip on your thigh is tight, keeping it close against his cheek. “Ever since you told me about those shitty dates.”
“Seriously?” You lift your head, eyes half lidded and face scrunched up.
“I should have nutted up and said something. They didn’t deserve you.” He pulls his finger out and you watch him suck it into his mouth, watch his eyes roll in his head. You groan and he adds his middle finger before he pulls his hand out, spit slick fingers running up over your clit, teasing you before he slides both back in. He leans in to run his tongue through your folds, watching you from under his lashes while you wriggle around and clutch at the pillow. The hand in his hair grips tighter and your legs squeeze up around his ears and he’s surrounded by you, the low chanting of his name keeping him planted in place. He finally finds that spot, feels you shudder under him before you moan, tilting your hips up to chase his touch.
“Eddie Eddie Eddie fuck!” You keep rolling your hips against his face and he can’t help himself. He’s been pathetically rutting into the mattress listening to you whine and he can’t take it anymore. He taps under your thigh to get your attention, really gets it when he fully pulls away and you look down at him all concerned. “Why are you stopping?”
“Good reason.” He stands up and pulls off his boxers, rooting around his nightstand for the condoms he knows are in there. He’s oblivious to you on the bed, sitting all the way up now and staring. Of course they’re not where he left them, instead tucked behind his lamp but he grabs one and climbs back on the bed before he realizes what he’s done. “Oh.” Eddie feels his face heat up when he looks down at himself. “I probably should have done that better.” He’s expecting you to laugh or sigh or say something witty but you just snatch the foil out of his hand and tear it open. You only pause for second before wrapping your hand around him and he’s positive this isn’t going to last as long as he’d hopped. When you roll the condom down he hisses and drops, head falling into your shoulder.
“You okay champ?”
He just nods and whines when you give him a few easy strokes, watching your hand move up and down his cock. You’re so much more gentle with him than he is with himself. Eyes half open and mouth hanging he’s sure he looks fucking stupid but he doesn’t care, doesn’t want you to stop touching him. When you scoot closer and pull his face up it takes him a moment to realize you’re kissing him, for him to react and do something.
“C’mere.” He shakes out of his haze enough to move back between your knees, pulling your hips so your ass is flush against his thighs. He pulls your leg up to hook over his hip, placing a quick kiss on your knee before lining himself up. He rubs the tip of cock against you, catching on your clit twice and making you whimper.
“Please Ed.” He doesn’t need to be begged twice, grabs the base of his dick and sinks in slow. Sees your breath catch and your eyes roll, “Oh fuck it.” He bottoms out, can feel you clenching around him tight and hot and gasping and laughing and he looses all composure. Fingers dug into your leg wrapped around him he snaps his hips back and into you, punching out a sharp peal of laughter. He does it again, loves the way he can hear the choked off gasp in your throat. When he picks up his pace you grab at the sheets, twisting them up off his bed.
“Fucking th-thank you-u!” It’s stuttered out between thrust, your face flushed and twisted up in a smile.
“You know how many times I thought about this?” He has to talk, if he doesn’t talk he’s going to blow his load and he refuses to let your first time together end before a full minute passes. “Every time I looked at that picture I thought about it. I should have fucked you in that bathroom.” Your nails scratch at his thigh where they try to find purchase. “All the rides out to the lake oh fuck- I should have done this sooner, yeah?” He licks his thumb before bringing it down on your clit, running tight circles around it. Your back arches off the bed and he feels you clench around him. “Is that it? Right there-ohmygod.” It almost sounds like you’re crying his name just before you come, nails digging into his thigh when it crashes into you. He watches you tense up and then collapse against the bed, pliant under him where he starts to loose his rhythm. The heat that reached up fast burns up his spine while he watches you revel in your aftershocks, already trying to grab him down to you. The hazy look in your eyes and that grin you’re flashing him send him over the edge, burying himself with a deep groan, your name scattered between curses. He’s whited out until he can catch his breath, gripping your thigh until he can see straight. In the distant ringing in his ears he can hear your giggle under him, soft like the hands trying to pull him closer.
“Hey.” Your eyes find his in his own haze, slowly coming back down to earth. “Come here.” Gentle tugs to get him to lay down but he shakes his head, asks for minute. He pulls out to get rid of the condom and disappears into the bathroom for minute, leaving you to roll around his bed. When he comes back he turns off his light. Sees that you’ve pulled the blankets up under your chin, one finger poking out to beckon him back in. “I’m cold.”
Eddie would like to pinch himself just to make sure this is real. In all of his imaginings he never let himself have this part. The sex was easy to think about but this hurt too much to ever linger on. He finds his pants first before crawling back into bed, snaking a hand around your middle and pulling you into him. He wedges his nose up under your jaw and hums, leaving a few soft kisses in his wake.
“Are you always this cuddly?”
“I don’t normally get to cuddle.” You’re both quiet in the dark, hushed tones under the blankets.
“Huh.” Your fingers tangle up in his hair, nails lightly scratching over his scalp. It sends a deep shiver down his spine and he has a split second where he feels like crying. “Their loss.” He feels the kiss you leave on his forehead and just buries his head further into your neck. You smell like you always do, sweet and deep and now a little like him. He drifts off without meaning to.
It’s not daylight yet, but his room is lighter. There’s no alarm clock going off next to his head so he looks around, trying to find whatever it is that pulled him out of his warm cocoon.
Bleary vision in the dark, he can barely make out your form jumping quietly into your jeans. He’s peering at you from under the covers, watching you get dressed. You stop mid jump to pick something up, staring at it before padding over to his dresser and tucking it into his mirror. He’s basically awake when you turn to open his door and he quietly asks you where you’re going.
“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna give me a heart attack.” You clutch you chest and try to search through the dark for his eyes, finally see him when he pulls the sheets back a bit.
“Seriously, where are you goin’?”
“It’s almost 5. I figured Wayne was gonna be home soon so I cleaned up the living room and like, I didn’t know if I should hang around?”
“You sleep over here all the time.” He slides a hand out from under the covers to make a grabby hand at you. “He won’t care.”
“Well I mean, I’m not usually naked in your bed dude.”
“Then leave your shirt on.” Eddie doesn’t understand what you’re not understanding. “I mean it, Wayne isn’t gonna care. If anything he’ll be happy I stopped bitching about you.”
“You bitch about me?”
“No, I bitched about not having you. There’s a difference. Now come here, I’m cold.” He lifts the blankets up quick, making a sweeping motion for you to get back in. “Plus, he won’t say anything unless you do. He likes you too much to embarrass you.” You’re out of your jeans again and crawling over him, trying to avoid kneeing him.
“Aww, he likes me?”
“Well I like you too.” You’re barely settled before he’s wrapped around you, leg hitched over your thighs and pinning you down. “What’s that get me?” He’s nosing along your jaw again.
“Depends what you’re looking for.”
“Mm. Concert tickets to see Ozzy in Indy.”
“Oh that’s a big ask.”
“I see. How about a kiss?” He pulls back to smile lazily up at you.
“I can do that.”
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16, 17, 19, 36 😁😁 they do line up for a story. Funny? Yes, funny!!
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I no longer remember how long I used to make these, so I'm sorry if this is short. Still feeling a bit rusty.
16 - stop touching my butt
17 - you may be pretty, but you're not that pretty
19 - you do know it's rude to stare, right?
36 - accidental touching in the shower after basketball
It wasn't unusual for Steve to stay late after practice, standing with his face under the shower head, imagining the hot water washing his problems away. He wasn't excited to go home. It would probably be cold and empty when he got back. So, when he heard the shower next to him turn on, he let out a frustrated sigh and took a step back to see who had so rudely interrupted his quiet time.
“The Hell are you doing, Billy?”
Billy looked up, confused. “Showering?”
Steve gestured around the locker room. “There's no one else here.”
“So?”
Steve let out an exasperated sigh. “What are you doing here so late? And why did you pick the shower next to mine when literally all the other ones are open?”
“Chill, man. I decided to stay late and get some practice on my own. And the water in this area is already hot, so…” He shrugged. “Don't gotta wait as long.”
“That's not…” Steve huffed and shook his head. It wasn't worth it. This was his time to relax and unwind and he wasn't going to let Billy fucking Hargrove ruin it.
Steve closed his eyes and stepped back under the shower head. At least Billy was being quiet. He could still relax and–
“Stop touching my butt.”
There was no way Steve heard that right. He stepped back again and looked at Billy. “Excuse me?”
“Stop. Touching. My. Fucking. Ass. Harrington.”
“No one's touching your ass, you weirdo. Not like anyone wants to touch that fl–”
Steve was going to say ‘flat ass’ but he had just realized that ass was, in fact, not flat. It was possibly the nicest ass he'd ever seen. Well, his own not included.
“You do know it's rude to stare, right?”
Steve looked up to find a smirk on that stupid, smug little face. “I'm not–”
“Whatever, just don't do it again.” With that, Billy turned and resumed his shower, so Steve did the same.
What in the Hell was going on? Steve hadn't touched him. He didn't want to grab Billy's ass… Did he? Well… Okay, sure he'd thought about it before… Okay, he'd thought about it a lot, but…
After another few minutes Steve finally shut the water off. He wasn't ready to go home but his quiet time was already ruined. He turned to grab his towel from the hook on the wall and–
Oh no. He'd walked right into Billy's back. Full contact. Billy whipped his head around and grinned.
“Sorry. That wasn't– I wasn't trying to…”
“Never seen you so flustered, Harrington,” Billy said, turning and draping his towel around his neck. “I was joking before. I don't… Mind if you stare.” For possibly the first time ever, his smug look had faltered for a moment and a blush crept over his cheeks.
“Look, you may be pretty, but you're not that pretty.” Well that was a lie. And it was clear on the other boy's face that it had been a terrible one.
“Sure.” Billy gave him a little wink. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Billy brushed past him, toward the lockers. After pulling on his frankly unnecessarily tight jeans, he looked back at Steve, still standing in the shower, staring, and said, “You know where to find me if you come to your senses.” He never took his eyes off Steve as he pulled his shirt on.
“Wha– No I don't.”
Billy smirked again, grabbed his bag, and headed toward the door. “So that's a 'yes?’” he called over his shoulder.
“A ‘yes’ to what?” With no reply, Steve simply heard the locker room door shut. “A ‘YES’ TO WHAT?! BILLY!”
And with that, Steve scrambled to get dressed and chase after that stupid, egotistical, dumb, gorgeous, smug, fucking–
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The Drive-In Part 18
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"So, he thinks that you and I were..." Steve clears his throat.
"Oh my god, don't make it any grosser than it already is, Steve", Robin replies snappily, grimacing.
Steve puts his hands up in submission and paces around the empty store.
"Eddie Munson, Steve? Really?" In disbelief, Robin puts her hands in her hair, leaning to rest her elbows on the counter.
Steve spins on his heel and points at Robin, "Ok, now that is way outta line! I didn't look up at the stars and say, please, oh please, let me develop feelings for a man, but not just any man, a loud, tattooed, long-haired nerd."
Robins turns and stares at Steve, "Say that last bit again..." She says slowly.
Steve furrows his brow in confusion, "Loud, tattooed, long-haired nerd?"
Robin smiles, "No, Steve before that."
"Oh my god, why can't you ever just listen to me the first time?!!! I said I didn't look up at the stars and say, please let me develop feelings for a man." Steve says, shrugging.
Robin points at him, "That bit, yes!"
Steve looks at her face, his face contorted in even more confusion as he throws his hands in the air, "Can you please stop talking in mysteries, Robin. I am still very much in hangover recovery, ok?"
"Riddles!" Robin says, exasperated.
"What about riddles?!" Steve yells.
"It's not talk in...you know what, never mind. The point being you said feelings!" Robin clears up.
It hits Steve like a Mac truck. Feelings. Not an instant superficial attraction. Not based on sex. Not even a shared interest. But it felt true. As unlikely as it would seem, Steve had feelings for him. And now Steve knew it. He had to fix this.
Robin is quietly finishing off the last banana pancake watching Steve, "You know, if nothing else, we've learned something new about him. He makes great pancakes!"
"How can you think about pancakes right now? I'm having a life crisis, and you're being impressed by him stirring a pancake mix and chopping up a banana?"
"Pancake mix has never lived in your house the entire time I've known you, Steve. I checked a few weeks ago when you were drunk and whining about missing pancakes. Remember we went to the diner the next day and ate a bunch?" Robin is coaxing Steve to think about something. He can tell by the way she's staring, smiling and making that circular motion with her hands like she's winding yarn around them.
"Then how...but...if...why?" The channel from Steve's brain to his mouth is wide open with no quality control, "Ok, ok. So let's say after I nearly scared him to death, I had a panic attack that he helped me out of, and then whilst I was showering, he made me banana pancakes from scratch. So let's say that's what happened. Couldn't that just be a friend thing to do?" Steve counts the events on his fingers, holding them up to Robin to help answer the question.
Steve wants a clear answer, he knows the only way to get the truth is to ask Eddie, but he can't just sidle up to him and be like Hey, I just found out I might like a guy... you...do you like me too? Check Yes or No. If No, please don't tell anyone else or beat me up.
Then the feeling of Robin's arms around him snap Steve out of his thoughts, "You didn't mention you had a panic attack, Steve! Are you ok? What happened?"
"I was worried Eddie was in danger, and I charged in there with my bat, and nothing was wrong. Then the room got all hot, I thought I was gonna die, and he helped me round," Steve recalls as images of Eddie intensely looking into his eyes whilst their fingers were interwoven flood his mind, and his pulse quickens, but this time he understands it.
"He makes me nervous... the kind I've been waiting for, Robin...the Nancy kind", Steve mumbles, still deep in thought, holding onto Robin's arms.
Robin looks up at him seriously, "Steve, are you sure this isn't like a-a um when people develop crushes on people that save them from like a fire or something?"
Steve's brain is really trying hard to remember. He knows that before yesterday he definitely hadn't thought or felt anything about Eddie other than he was a little weird. Then he finds it in the car when Eddie's arms had found their way around him.
"Can it go the other way? So you like someone because you rescued them?' Steve asks carefully.
"I mean, maybe like a saviour complex, but that might be more seeking out people to save than what you are specifically asking", Robin replies.
"Ok then!" Steve says finally, excitedly putting his arms on Robin's upper arms and leaning back so he can see her face, "So I don't know if this means I like guys or girls or both, but I know...I one hundred per cent know, right now, I like this guy!" Steve steps out of Robin's arms and recommences his pacing, "We also know he was a little pissed when he thought you and I were up to something, right? So maybe he's a little jealous? Buuuuut we know that's not about you because when he thought it was someone else, he thought it was funny, right? So that means...well, maybe...."
Steve rushes to the counter, asking, "Which tapes are his tapes, Robin?"
Robin stares at Steve, her hands to her mouth, and her eyes welling up a little, "Steve..." She says gently
"Rob, I understand, I really do, and we'll totally cry about this later over some pizza and ice cream and one of your weird movies with no explosions or music, but right now, I need you off the bench and on this court with me, ok? So what tapes did Eddie choose today?" Steve says, looking at the counter, clapping his hands at Robin.
"The ones with the kisses candy on!" Robin says hurriedly, wiping her eyes and rushing to the counter.
Steve holds the little stack in his hands, shuts his eyes, and faces the ceiling for a moment. If this was real. If he was gonna pursue this crazy idea, that could potentially ruin everything, but at the same time felt like it could be everything. He needed a sign. A loud one. So loud Steve wouldn't miss it. A sign so loud Steve would risk it all.
Steve holds the tapes in his hands and looks at the first one, Scarface. Not the sign Steve was looking for, but at least he liked Al Pacino. Eddie had some sort of taste. Then Steve shifts to the second one, stares at it for a moment, holds it above his head with both hands, eyes wide at Robin, and laughs like a maniac.
"What's so exciting about Saturday Night Fever?" Robin asks, puzzled.
Steve is in a predicament right now. Eddie had threatened to tell everyone about Saturday Night Steve, but it wouldn't be a threat if he told Robin. It was basically a promise, and she would tease him about it forever.
"So he asked me what music I like, and honestly, I wasn't sure, but I remembered making a mix tape for Jackie, and I liked a song from this movie", Steve prods at the tape case.
"So now...I need....what do I need to fix this..." Steve paces, clicking his fingers deep in thought.
"You need to let him know you aren't doing anything with me for a start. Then I dunno, can a guy be woo-ed?" Robin asks curiously.
"Of course, we can. We aren't monsters, Rob! Jesus! Ok, so here's the plan. First, I can call from here...say you left your tapes or something...then I can say something about how he left and that there is nothing between you and me, but I was hiding under the counter because I remembered something embarrassing from last night?"
"That could work, yeah that could work," Robin says excitedly, "And then...and then you leave him roses outside his window, spray painted black ones because it's Eddie...or a skull filled with candy...or a guitar pick with your initials on it?"
"Ok...no... absolutely not. It needs to be loud enough for Eddie but not loud to anyone else, ok? Something he likes, but something I can do...Theresa!" Steve shouts, at last, launches himself over the counter and starts tapping at the keyboard.
"I thought Jennifer was the disco girl?" Robin says, confused.
"Jackie. Theresa," Steve says, eyes fixed on the monitor, still tapping at the keyboard.
"Huh?"
"Jackie liked Disco, Jennifer liked ballet. Geez, Robin, it's almost like you don't listen to a word I say. Theresa."
"So, who is Theresa?"
"The hippy. Theresa!"
"The hippy?"
"Yes. Robin. Focus. Please. Theresa" Still tapping the keyboard.
"I thought you were gonna call Eddie? And also when did you learn to use the computer? You haven't even had your first shift yet?" Robin stalks around the counter and sighs, "Steve, you can't just randomly press keys and hope for the best! Move over. Wow!"
"Ok...well...maybe I need to learn how to use it, but the keys weren't random. I've seen you say someone's name hit these keys, and boom, details. Maybe it doesn't know my voice yet?"
Robin turns to him, completely dazed, "I am amazed by your intellect daily, Steve. God help us all if you and Eddie become a thing. What with your smarts and his safety awareness, Hawkins will be in for a treat."
"Robin!! Hawkins can't know!" Steve says in alarm.
"Oh my god...you know what... never mind, dingus."
"Here you go. Theresa's details, but you didn't get it from here, ok?"
"Yep, yep," Steve says, scribbling down the details and vaulting the counter again, "Got it, thanks!".
"Steve, please be careful ok? He could really mess things up for you."
"Robin Annabelle Buckley. Trust me on this one. This is my area of expertise. I am not successful at keeping the girls, but when Steve Harrington goes for it, he always lands the date, and I will not have my stats messed up by some little nerd, ok? So if I wasn't 100% on this, I wouldn't even be trying."
"I will get this date, Robin. You'll see. He ain't gonna know what hit him! King Steve is back, baby!"
Steve shouts back as he runs through the door to his car.
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Low Expectations
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Chapter 4
Warning: swearing, angst & fluff
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When Y/N ran into Terri Sunday night, Terri started to ask about her date but stopped when she saw her face blotchy and eyes red from crying.
Terri bristled "What did he do? I swear I'll kill him."
Y/N shook her head "It was me. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes but after I got home my brain started and I freaked. Spoke to him earlier and told him I like him and want to keep seeing him but I'm not ready to commit.
Terri, he sounded so sad and I feel awful. I've never been treated so well and I'm afraid he's too good to be true. I fucked it up all by myself" she broke into tears. "I tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail."
Terri hugged her "Oh, honey what am I going to do with you? You have to stop letting your mind run away with you like that. You are just as deserving of love as anyone else, more than some. Send him a text telling him you're sorry for freaking out and would like to talk to him when he's up for it. And take a mental health day tomorrow, we'll eat junk and watch sappy movies. I'll make you those on the rocks margaritas like your mom taught me"
"I miss her so much. I still can't believe she died and I wasn't here to take care of her."
Terri rubbed her back. "I know, I know but you still have me." She snickered "I could call aunt Kathy if you want"
Y/N pulled away and gave Terri a dirty look "Don't even joke about that. She thinks the only way to mend a broken heart is to get laid by at least a dozen people. I'm just not like that. Besides she's in Florida and I don't want to give her any excuses to come up here.
The next afternoon, Bucky was guzzling tequila for the second day in a row, wishing he knew how to get in touch with Thor when his doorbell rang. He grumbled as he got up and answered it.
"Sam, what are you doing here? I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone." He left the door open and sat back on the floor.
Sam looked around "Dude! What is that smell? How much have you had to drink?"
"Not enough, I'm still sober"
Sam shook his head "I'm here to check on you because you were supposed to pick me up from the airport. And why the Hell are you trying to get drunk? Wasn't your big date the other night." Sam paused
"Shit, was it bad? What happened?"
Bucky sighed "I'm sorry, I forgot. The date was perfect, at least I thought it was. She said she would be my girl and we had a really good time."
Sam nodded "Ok that all sounds good so what's the problem?"
Bucky teared up a little "I called her yesterday afternoon, just to see how she was and she changed her mind."
Sam looked confused "What do you mean she changed her mind?"
"She said she isn't ready for a commitment yet. Insisted it was her, not me, and that she still likes me and wants to see me but. Fuck! I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong. I thought it went really well. I thought she might be my person."
Sam thought for a minute "Didn't you say she has self esteem issues? Because of guys she's dated and because Terri always gets all the attention when they go out, right? Maybe she's like you and got caught up in her own head. Like thinking it's all too good to be true, you know."
Bucky nodded "I mean yeah but I tried to be perfect. Do and say all the right things"
"Exactly. You're this good looking, superhero with greatest generation manners. For someone who has been treated badly or taken for granted that would seem too good. Maybe give her a couple of days and call her, see if she wants to go out again."
"She tried to call me last night but I didn't answer. I want to talk to her but I'm scared." Bucky shook his head "What if she says no and tells me to leave her alone?"
Sam chuckled "From what you've told me I doubt it but if she did then at least you would know. Come on, take a shower and I'll buy you dinner."
"Thanks Sam but I'm not up for going out"
"We don't have to go anywhere, I can order in but I'm not staying here unless you wash your ass. You reek" Sam held his nose for emphasis.
"Fine. I'm not really hungry but we can hang out for awhile. Lemme go shower." Bucky said despondently
Meanwhile Terri and Y/N were half drunk, eating chocolate like it had divine healing properties and laughing at A Fish Called Wanda.
"What would I do without Monty Python and everyone involved?" Y/N asked "Those guys always make me laugh."
Terri pouted "Yeah, I still can't get into British humor but this movie is pretty funny. Kevin Kline is so perfect in this.'Asshole!!'"
Y/N looked at her with a gleam in her eye. "Let's see if BBC America has some Benny Hill when this is over."
Terri shook her head "Oh come on. Let's watch The Notebook next"
"No, no, no. I refuse to watch such emotionally manipulative tripe."
Terri scowled at her "How do you know its tripe if you've never seen it? It's really good. And you like Beaches, it's pretty manipulative."
"Not the same. It's about best friends not pining after some guy. Besides I saw Beaches with my mom before I was old enough to know better. Plus, Bette Midler is a BadAss and one of my heroes. She gives zero fucks about what others think of her. Like Pink. I wish I could be like that."
Terri rolled her eyes "Fine but no Benny Hill, he was just a dog. How about the Mummy movies? Brendan Frasier is always fun to watch."
Y/N thought for a minute "This compromise is acceptable to me as long as you don't want to watch the last one where they recast Evy. That lady had no chemistry with Brendan at all.
Do you think I should send Bucky another text? He never responded to the one I sent last night or when I tried to call him. Maybe that's his answer and I blew it before it even really started. Maybe I'm going to be alone forever. Maybe-"
Terri cut her off "Didn't I tell you we aren't doing that? I said give him a couple of days. It's been one day. I'm sure with his history he's had challenges dating in the future. Remember you told me he was sure you would walk away because he was the Winter Soldier? He might be struggling too and not ready to talk.
Honestly, the more I think about it the more I'm convinced that you two are meant to be. He'll call, by the end of the week. Just you wait."
By Thursday Bucky and Y/N were both antsy waiting to hear from the other. Bucky had helped Sam on a mission in Texas, some militia with weapons they definitely shouldn't have been able to get a hold of, for a couple of days but got home around dinner time. Working had helped keep his mind off of Y/N but coming home to his empty apartment brought it all back. He checked his phone and read her last message again. Fuck it he thought, I'll just call her.
Terri and Y/N were eating dinner when her phone rang. She saw it was Bucky and grinned, then froze. "It's James. What do I say to him?"
Terri looked at her "Maybe start with Hi. Before he gives up, don't just stare at the phone"
Y/N dropped her phone trying to answer and it went to voicemail before she could answer it "Jesus, I'm shaking too much. I can't do this, Terri."
"Nope, you absolutely can. Call him back!" Terri insisted
"What if he's calling to tell me he changed his mind? What if he thinks I'm too much?"
"No! You're doing it again. Call. Him. Back. Right now. I'll give you some privacy but I better hear you talking to him or I'll have to do something drastic." Terri got up and went to her room
Y/N took a drink, tried to calm her breathing and called. She almost started crying when it went to voicemail and jumped when it started ringing again.
"Hello? James are you there?"
"Hey, Y/N. How are you?"
She tried to answer but couldn't make any sound come out. What finally came out was a squeak and then a sob. She still couldn't form words.
"Y/N? Are you ok? Are you still there? You're scaring me, doll. Please say something" Bucky pleaded.
She finally spit out "I'm sorry, I don't mean to get so emotional. I was worried when I didn't hear from you. I'm sorry about what I said. Sometimes I get caught up in my head and act stupid. I'm kind of a mess."
Bucky smiled "It's ok. I totally understand, that's a bad habit of mine too. I just got home from a thing with Sam, and I was away the last couple of days. How is your week going?"
She tried to calm her breathing "Pretty unexciting. Terri and I hung out and watched movies on Monday and the rest has been work.
Would you like to-"
"Do you want to-"
They both laughed "You first, doll."
"I was wondering if you wanted to get together this weekend."
Bucky laughed "That's what I was going to ask."
"I'll take that as a yes" she smiled
"Definitely a yes. When are you available?"
She thought for a moment "I dont have anything planned this weekend besides the usual housework and errands. Terri is going out of town so, you could come over here for dinner on Saturday. I'm not a great cook but make a mean spaghetti. And I can bake up a storm. I'll make my grandma's pound cake."
Bucky smiled "That sounds wonderful. What time should I be there?"
"Late afternoon? Early evening? Anytime after 3pm should be fine. I should be able to get my housework done and go to the store before that."
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"Then its a date. I'll see you Saturday doll."
Chapter 5
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The work was endless. 777 had known it would be, he'd encountered empire slaves before. The food was slop. Hardly edible but had all the nutrients a Vortian would need. It was designed to starve. Typically this sort of thing was reserved as punish. But he supposed they were being punished.
He fought Lard Nar way back then. It devolved into a fist fight. He couldn't keep his cold. They'd been informed of Zim's blob. Knew how excited he'd been to show it off to the Tallest. Seen how hungry for praise he was. And yet they still brought the fucking generator.
He attempted to have the Irken keep it in it's containment unit and had management to convince him until the head scientist threw him an insult.
The neutralizer shattered on the ground as he was bumped by a guard. 777 watched it devour them.
They hadn't ready any sort of safety measures on their end. The head scientist was dead. Lard Nar was in charge and he pointed at Zim. Claimed it was his fault solely. He was the problem. The Defect that ruined his life's work.
Noone was thinking clearly. The Tallest died on Vort. The Head Scientist was also dead and the blob was wrecking havock.
Zim reappeared nervously more of the neutralizing agent in hand. But-
Zim disappeared during his slumber without a word. It hurt. It really did. But despite his parental bond with the Irken he knew he wasn't a smeet. He couldn't stay there. On Vort with him. He'd be found out. It wouldn't change Vort's fate. But he wanted to go with the Irken. Keep him safe. It wouldn't work. Not with how closely monitored they were.
He cried in his partner's arms. He never told them what happened on the research station. No 777 would never put it into words, even if he himself had to take the fall.
Filtered water dripped from the Irken's ceremonial uniform as 777 turned off the hose. The Irken pouted with his arms crossed.
"So..." The Vortian started. "You're enjoying this?" Confusion clear on his face. Zim puffed up.
"Of course not!" He said a little to quickly a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
"You know there are showers right?"
He looked disgusted at the suggestion. "What of it? You're the one interrupting Zim's work!" He kicked his far too light tool box.
"Yeah, sure sure. That's why you only come here when I'm cleaning." He clicked the nozzle into place and struggle out of the pack. "And why we just chat when you're getting sprayed."
The Irken looked off to the side. His jaw twitched.
"You-" his expression complicated. Battling himself. He looked at the Vortian with a pleading expression. That quickly morphed to a more normal displeasure as someone passed. His eyes followed them. "I'm busy," Zim said, pulling himself back into his more typically confident posture. He picked up the empty tool box and walked away.
777 watched him. "It's fine, you know," he called after. "I don't mind! Really!"
Zim paused and glanced back at the strange Vortian. The nod was small, at the time 777 wondered if he imagined it. But they slipped back into that routine quickly.
It morphed though over time. They'd eat together. 777 would show Zim areas he'd never seen before. They talked about nothing and everything. And Zim began to open up about things. Possibly unwittingly. But 777 listened as he always did.
Eventually he figured out that's what the look was about. Zim wanted to be heard. Without show off or acting out. He didn't want to have to prove himself to every single person he came across. Some people sure, but he needed someone, anyone to acknowledge him. And 777 had that first day Zim tried to work on the Massive. He continued to on a consistent basis.
He wasn't sure when he started think of Zim as his. Maybe it was when he'd started mentoring Zim off the clock. Sure 777 wasn't as well verse in Zim's field, few were, but he could teach him about his own field. And he had his hand in a lot of projects. The Head Scientist chastised him for it. He didn't care.
At some point he'd slipped up and called Zim his son. The Irken reacted, but didn't correct him.
The next time they talked Lard Nar had calmed down. Sometime had passed. He had time to think things over. He didn't apologize, but he admitted he handled things poorly. He mourned the Massive. He mourned Miyuki. They mourned what was to come in silence.
Lard Nar teetered between fleeing, forming a resistance, and the foolish thought that they were in the clear. 777 didn't keep in contact.
Spork was eaten by the Blob. It was likely too big for what they could make of the neutralizer. It was too unpredictable and stealthy.
Vort had been named in Operation Impending Doom 1. Zim messaged him personally. It wasn't a surprise. But it was kept under wraps.
He and his partner had pups. Most didn't make it that wasn't unusual. Three did though, video called Zim on Foodcourtia. Showed them in their incubator. The Irken was displeased. He wasn't surprised by the reaction.
They knew someone leaked the list of planets mark for conquest, so the Tallest decided to make a show of it the second time around. Though he'd heard from Zim they had a thing for theatrics, so maybe the only difference was the hardly secured broadcast.
Larb had been found out more then once having to get better and better with each of his disguises. Obviously he'd only heard the couch part and hadn't bothered to remember Vort was where his weapons were made.
He succeeded in the end. Not a surprise. A decent part of the population basically worshipped Miyuki. And it wasn't hard for Larb to get them on his side after he actually researched. They were naive. Not realizing that Irk fully blamed them for two of their Tallests deaths. And 777 didn't really think Irk was all that wrong about what happened. But he knew what was about to happen.
He sent his children off to Zim. His partner attacked him for it. He simply accepted it.
Larb kept to his word. Keeping most of the population alive. The planetary sweep was done in stages allowing the Armada to flood the planet with soldiers rounding Vortians up. Eventually it was done and they were returned to the planet turned prison.
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My Alpha
Liana’s point of view
I hope you guys are liking this story!
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We arrive back at the house. I know I have to shower but I find myself reluctant to letting go of Ethan.
"I have to shower." I say, with a frown.
"Then go take your shower." Ethan presses a kiss to my forehead.
"I don't want to. I want to stay with you."
I snuggle more into his chest, breathing deeply. He smells like pine trees and cinnamon. Grayson smelt like spearmint when I hugged him. I like Ethan's smell much more.
"Babe you want to meet my dad so you have to get ready."
I pull away from him. He's right. I just feel this pull towards him. Reluctantly I let go and walk upstairs to his bedroom. This is where I've been staying since I got here. I grab the things I need and continue into the bathroom. I feel eyes on me as I slip my pants down my legs. Glancing around, I don't see anyone. That's weird. I step into the shower and let the warm water ease my muscles. Breathing out a sigh, I lean against the wall. I like Ethan. So far I like it here. Most everyone is very nice. Although, having to constantly worry about Cameron coming after me, is a bother. I finish my shower and get out wrapping a towel around my body. Walking into the bedroom I see crimson roses laying on Ethan's bed. He got me roses? I drop my clothes on top of the pile in the corner of his closet. Perhaps I should take time to clean my clothes soon. I get dressed in a pair of black jeans and a sweater. Ethan's sweatshirts are still my favorite things to wear. I grab one from the closet and pull it over my head. I fix my hair and put on light make up.
I pick up the roses before walking out. I love roses. I just don't know why these are so dark. They smell so good. I smile to myself. He got me roses. I rush down the stairs and wrap my arms around Ethan, who's cooking something on the stove.
"Thank you." I smile, he got me roses!
"For what?"
"Don't be silly.”
"I-I really don't know what you're talking about." His face holds a look of confusion.
He didn't get me roses?
"The roses."
"I didn't get you roses."
"Then who did?"
"When did you get roses?"
"They were laying on your bed when I got out of the shower."
"Someone was in the house!?"
"I thought it was you."
"No I left to tell my mom that we were coming over today." He sniffs the air.
I follow him up to the bedroom as he sniffs around. When he opens the door he snarls.
"It was Cameron! He was here!"
"Ca-Cameron was h-here?!"
Ethan turns to look at me. I'm breathing erratically, my eyes wide with tears. He wraps his arms around me and I melt into his embrace. Cameron was bold enough to come into the house. I then realized he would stop at nothing to get me away from Ethan.
"Ethan I'm scared."
"I know you are baby," he places a kiss to my forehead, "We'll stay together from now on okay?"
"Thank you."
I turn and wrap my arms around his neck. He looks down at me before leaning in, our lips touch in a delicate kiss. I could feel the love he was pouring into it. I let my fingers tangle in his hair for a moment before pulling on it. He lets out a groan pulling away from me.
"You can't do that." he says, with a smirk.
"Why not?" I tilt my head to the side, biting my bottom lip.
"I will take you right here and there isn't anything you can do to stop me from mating you and making you completely mine." his lips ghost along the shell of my ear.
I let my head fall back while my eyes roll into the back of my head. Ethan growls and begins mouthing along my neck and jawline. He starts softly nipping at the skin on my collarbone and I let out a whine. He runs his tongue along the muscle between my neck and shoulder. I feel shivers run through my body.
"Bite me."
"Liana no I-"
"Just lightly. Don't mate bite me, just lightly bite me."
"Okay."
His mouth goes back to work on the muscle. Licking, sucking, and kissing it.
"Ethan please-"
He bites down softly with his human teeth. My mind screams mate and alpha while all I can do is shiver. Why does this feel so good? He pulls away too soon pressing one last kiss to the bite mark.
"Come on we'd better get going." He growls.
I open my eyes and lean my head up to look at him. His eyes are a light brown. Halfway between the point of human and wolf. I take his hand in mine.
"Alright let's go."
We run all the way to his parents house. It's across the field from his house. You may be wondering why Ethan has his own house. Well his parents had counted on him getting a mate before becoming the Alpha of the pack. They moved him into his own house because he'll be "married". They didn't want to get in the way of the mating or having pups. At least that's what his mom told me. We stop running when we get to the front door. I bend over trying to catch my breath, while Ethan laughs at me.
"S-stop laughing! I can bar-barely breath."
The door in front of us opens and both of our eyes fly to the figure standing in the door frame.
"You guys sure are meant for each other."
I blush and look at Ethan. He's smiling and blushing as well. He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers.
"I assume you'd want to come inside." She motions to the house behind her.
I smile at his mother before walking in, never letting go of his hand. She closes the door and leads us into the kitchen. She eyes Ethan up and down, smirking before speaking.
"Here I just made some fruit punch if you want some. Ethan there's a drink in the fridge for you."
Ethan nods and brings my hand up to plant a kiss on it. I blush and look down before he lets go and walks toward the fridge. He gets out a bottle and then grabs a glass out of the cabinet. He pours me fruit punch before taking a drink out of his bottle.
"What's that?”
"It's a drink my mother made, it just calms down my emotions and hormones."
"Hormones?" I tilt my head to the side a little confused, hormones?
He looks down towards his dick and I follow the gaze. The bulge was there, unmistakable in his grey sweatpants.
"Oh." my face turned red.
He laughed and walked over to me. His arms wrapped around my waist and he placed a kiss to the tip of my nose.
"Don't worry babe. It's all because of you."
I gasp as my face gets even darker. Why would he say that? Oh my god. There it is. Grazing across my hipbone. Oh god, oh god, oh god, push him away! A sudden cough came from the doorway of the kitchen. I flinched and jumped away from Ethan. A deep chuckle came from both the man and his son.
"You must be the mate. I'm Sean, Alpha of the Dolan pack."
I raise my eyes to his face, I could see the resemblance to Ethan, "I'm Liana sir. How do you do?"
"I'm wonderful. Glad my son found a mate, and glad that she didn't reject him."
Ethan grabs me and wraps his arms around my shoulders, "No sir. I could never."
"I'm glad you feel that way."
He takes my hand and guides me out of Ethan's arms. Ethan whines before his dad growls at him. I meet his eyes before he drops his gaze to the floor. Sean grabs my other hand and turns me to look at him. He sniffs the crown of my head. I resist the urge to flinch.
"Don't worry sweetheart. The Alpha of the pack just has to approve of you as Ethan's mate."
Why? Hopefully he approves me. He continues to sniff down towards my neck before jerking his head back for a moment.
"Ethan sure has left his claim on you. You smell just like him around here."
His hand comes up to tilt my face to the side, getting better access to my neck. He sees the bite mark on my muscle and flits his gaze to Ethan. Ethan snarls violently and snatches me away from his father. His arms wrap around me protectively before he nuzzles my neck. He places a kiss to the bite mark before looking back up at his father.
"I'm sorry Ethan. It was not my place."
"Not your place?! You wanted to touch my bite mark!" he yells back at Sean.
"As I said before, it was not my place to ask such a question and I'm sorry."
Ethan sighs letting out a deep breath, "I'm sorry for yelling. I don't want you to try and touch it again."
"I promise son, I won't."
Ethan and his father nod at each other.
"Okay now that that's all settled why don't we have a nice lunch? All together. We're going to be family soon."
I smiled at her as Ethan loosened his hold on me. I looked up at him and smiled before kissing his cheek. We have to tell them about Cameron coming to the house earlier. It's a pretty big deal when someone is out to kill you just to get revenge on your mate who you'd only met roughly two weeks ago.
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I think I have two or three more chapters of this written out and one half way finished. I may or may not post the other completed chapters today, I honestly do not know.
#grayson dolan#dolan twins#ari’s fic recs#ethan dolan#lianamariesummers#oc#madisonrosemorrison#ari’s masterlist#ari#lianasummers
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hi there. it's been a lil while, huh.
scrolling through my twitter, i found this (seen below) and i'm in the mood for rambling on and on so woo here we go.
Have you ever
1. skipped class
never with the intent of skipping class. i've missed quite a lot of class in my time, but my brain gets awful sick in the winter, which really inhibits my ability to do "normal human" things. i see a therapist every two weeks.
2. done drugs
nah. addiction plagues my paternal family line, and we're seeing glimpses of it in my brother as well. will i try drugs? maybe weed. anything that can be a one-and-done thing, just to try it. never nicotine. never alcohol.
3. self harmed
nope. i have an irrational fear of the consequences that might come of that specifically, and frankly i'm better off for it. heaven knows i've spent enough time thinking about that for one lifetime.
4. drank
see question two. it's funny that a differentiation between alcohol and everything else exists, imo.
5. shoplifted
i don't think so. i'm really starting to wonder about the demographic that this question set was originally made for.
6. gotten a tattoo
nope! maybe one day. probably a nice little flower, with an inkling of color peeking at the edges of its petals. probably on my back somewhere, so that i'm always a bit surprised when someone points it out. "oh yeah, i have that. cool, huh?"
7. broken up with someone
once. even then, we weren't official. my reasoning was that i wasn't ready, though frankly i think we both weren't. i didn't even know what i wanted. perhaps what i do want is something that maybe not a lot of high-schoolers want - something pragmatic, honest, somewhat more private. or that could be what most people do want. i really don't get out that much.
What's your favorite
8. show
my gut response is over the garden wall. i love, love, love fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood too, though i'm waiting until i have the chance to watch it with a friend of mine to finish it. it's sooooooo intense. don't spoil me, please!
9. movie
i'm not a real movie type of person, so i always default to the movies that i grew up watching whenever this question is asked - the incredibles, the lion king, monsters inc. ...
10. song
you might as well ask, "who's you're favorite child?" there are simply too many. here, if you want to feel out my taste for music, this is my main playlist. feel free to follow that (and me) for more! i get a kick out of having followers on spotify, for some reason. (sidenote: i created a whole new account so that i could change the username, so that account really needs some love again. curse the constant state of toil for consistency i'm in. everywhere the world must know me as birbofathena.)
11. artist
i read a lot of webcomics, so while i can't speak of any historic artists, i do think you should definitely check out ari (and his comic here), owen (and the comic she writes and colors for here), toby (and his comic here), and vi (and her comic here).
12. singer / band
this is an easier question, because i can just take a look at whom i listen to the most. now, i listen to a lot of ambient music, so right off the bat, i can recommend moby, ulrich schnauss, balmorhea, and chihei hatakeyama. speaking about the more "mainstream" artists, i like marina, mgmt, elton john, the 1975, patti page, and tessa violet.
13. memory
lately i've been thinking a lot about how i, as a kid, spent my time laid on the cement by the yard of my first house, watching the bees work on the clover. from one small flower to the next. watching them dig through the petals in search of nectar. it may not be my favorite, but it's what comes to mind.
14. book
i'm reading the poisonwood bible right now, which has been so fantastic. seriously, read it if you haven't yet. aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe is another excellent book.
This or that
15. invisibility or the ability to fly
invisibility, because violet is my favorite character from the incredibles. she's so cool. also worth noting: you start flying everywhere, and soon enough you'll find that you've become a living carnival ride.
16. cookies or cake
when done right, cake every time. cookies produce more consistent results though - as far as pleasing me goes - so long as there's chocolate somewhere within. ~~cookies without chocolate are an atrocity.~~ EDIT (10TH MAY '19) - jamie, u ignorant slut. i completely forgot about sugar cookies, in their entirety. forgive me. cookies can live their lives as they please. i know nothing.
17. twitter or facebook
twitter. hell, anything that isn't facebook. facebook's the place that moms go to to eat each other alive. having a facebook account is plain unhealthy.
18. movies or books
depends, really. there're awful movies who have awesome book counterparts, and vice versa. and to be fair, each medium offers things that the other one can't. if you were to ask me though, i'd say books. the feeling that you get when you reach the end of a book is like no other.
19. coke or sprite
this is a lame question, and everyone knows it. the real question on everyone's mind is: coke or pepsi? and i am a pepsi drinker. though the flavored cokes that've been coming out lately are pretty tasty as well. f me up with that strawberry guava, yes please.
20. blind or deaf
anxiety or depresson? brain cancer or pancreatic cancer? alzheimer's or parkinson's? need i say more?
21. tea or coffee
i haven't actually ever tried coffee, though i've been told that i'd like it (due to my liking dark chocolate so much)! i don't really like most teas though; i'll only drink this one herbal tea called bengal spice which is a pseudo-chai tea.
What's your
22. age
i'm 18. i was born 18th february, 2001, at 18:18. whew.
23. sign
pisces sun, capricorn moon, virgo rising
24. height
5′8″ or 173 cm
25. sexual orientation
gay
26. shoe size
9.5 in US mens
27. religion
i don't associate myself with any one religion. i think it's one of those things that's good for some and terrible for others. just do what makes you happy.
28. longest relationship
tbd. the non-relationship described in question 7 went for nearly three weeks.
Opinion on
29. gay rights
i always hear that a lot of homophobic people are lgbt themselves, which is strange to me. though i suppose it's in my nature to be unforgivably confrontational when it comes to inner turmoil, so i'll never really be able to understand homophobic lgbt folk. it goes without saying, then: i support "gay rights," if that's even a differentiation we want to make. i also support "women's rights," "homeowners' rights," and "dogs' rights."
30. second chances
i think for the most part i can empathize with those whom have struggles and missteps i haven't personally experienced. i am a very feeling person. there is an exception to this, but only when one's done something so blatantly wrong - decisions driven by greed or malice.
31. long-distance relationships
tough and complicated. having a relationship through messaging allows both parties to understand how the other thinks - their opinions, their emotions. essentially how their brain functions, because there are few things more idiosyncratic than language, and writing allows one to take full advantage of that. however, having a relationship in-person grants this knowledge, and so much more. (no one said that in-person relationships can't include any messaging, anyway.) we don't speak with just our tongue. what about the silent conversations? what about physical compatibility? like i say, it's tricky, but i think it's more-or-less doable.
32. abortion
i'm pretty pro-choice. if one'd like to offer up their child for adoption, that'd be cool, but no one should feel obligated to do so. whatever you're comfortable with is what i'll support you doing.
33. the death penalty
absolutely not, not ever. it costs more to pull that trigger than it is to sentence someone to life in prison. they must be absolutely sure that they have the guilty before killing them, which takes a long time to decide, and attorneys' time is expensive. and if a mistake is made and an innocent person is killed, boy, do you have one hell of a lawsuit on your hands. not only that, but it is so hypocritical of us to be killing someone... for killing someone. the whole thing doesn't make sense, and i'll tell you why it's still around: people want to kill, kill, kill anything that is bad, bad, bad. dog bites your child? kill that monster. say goodbye to the family pet. people feel so strongly that they've triumphed over evil when they see this drastic result - a carcass underneath their feet. to hell with that.
34. marijuana
i keep saying this: do what you want. marijuana doesn't hurt anything. humans have been doing it ever since we discovered fire. it's absurd that we regulate it now.
35. love
love. it's different for everyone, but for me, it's an enhancement of life. not something necessary, but something that's nice to have. to have someone to bounce ideas off of 24/7. to have someone to turn to in a crisis. to have someone who mourns with you after a loss. indeed, one can face these alone with relative ease, but it's just easier to have someone by your side along the way.
Do you
36. believe in ghosts
yes. old houses might just as well have a mouth, they have so much to say. brand-spanking-new houses are barren, lifeless. i know you know this feeling. ghosts aren't necessarily the malicious, turbulent spirits everyone wants you to believe. they're the vestiges of life, left behind by anyone who's ever felt strong enough to leave them.
37. shower facing the shower head or away from it
away from it, always. who faces the shower head? do they shower with their eyes closed the whole time? just... what?
38. sleep with the door open or closed
i sleep with it closed, though i need to start leaving it open more. it's been getting awfully stuffy.
39. love someone
no. it's not something i'm currently looking for, though my therapist did ask in my last session... i don't know. will it be something i will ever truly look for? i hate the idea of online dating, though that's just my first impression. i just don't know.
40. still watch cartoons
of course. i watch plenty of anime, but if that doesn't count as "cartoons," i also watch and rewatch steven universe, over the garden wall (as mentioned above), and gravity falls.
41. have a boyfriend / girlfriend
nope.
42. like yourself
hell yeah.
#i'm sure this is the most effort anyone's put into this silly question thingy#i even did it in markdown on visual studio code#i'm still so confused... why would anyone in their right mind shower FACING the shower head#twitter
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ushijima telling his s/o he wants to have kids with her after doing the deed and then finding out she also wants the same thing 🤭 could be nsfw or not, depends on you~~
a family with you
- Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader
- NSFW (minors dni)
a/n: hey lovely anon! here's your request! I'm still curious, because I did got another request exactly like this one, and I'm still wondering if that was also you. If it wasnt, then what a wonderful coincidence!!! and if it was you, then here you go!! I hope you enjoy it, I loved writing about ushijima so much 🥺 and I did end up deciding to make it nsfw, hope you dont mind 🤭 always let me know what you think, and if you need me to write anything different. Hope you like it!! ❤
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Requests are open! ❄
Rubens Romero has his father's eyes. They're bigger, and more round— but still are Nicollas's eyes. Ushijima watches him walk around the locker room, shyly looking up to the players that chat animatedly with one another, while he waits for his father to finish showering.
"Cute kid, right?" Fukuro tells him, sitting down next to him "Looks like an exact copy of his father"
"Yes, I was just thinking that"
The captain nods, smiling, and whistles to get the little kid's attention "Hey, Rubens! Come here!"
The boy blushes, but complies, walking slowly towards the two players sitting down on the bench. His fist are closed and his eyes are downcast when he stops in front of them.
"Hello" he greets them both.
Fukuro chuckles "How are you, boy? Did you enjoy the game?"
Rubens rubs his left arm, eyes still down "Yes, I did very much so"
Ushijima can't remember how he looked when he was a kid. His father might have some pictures of him; maybe there's a couple on his grandmother's house. But he can't remember.
"Wanna give us a high five?" Fukuro asks, and Rubens looks at him timidly before nodding, a smile appearing in his small face.
He high fives Fukuro, and then looks hesitantly at Ushijima. The Wing Spiker blinks.
"Come on" Fukuro encourages him "Give him your hand so he can high five you"
"Very well"
He extends his arm towards the boy, palm up, and soon feels the weight of the little hand on top of his. Ushijima's never seen a kids hand from up close before.
It's tiny, much more tinier than his.
And warm.
Nicollas Romero comes around in that moment, taking his kid in his arms "There you are. Did you behave?"
"He was the best boy ever" Fukuro says, and Rubens hides his face on his father shoulder.
"Did you told them about your volleyball classes?"
"He's taking volleyball classes?" Ushijima asks, and Nicollas nods and nudges his son.
"Come on, tell them"
"I'm... taking beach volleyball classes because I want to be like the Ninja" he whispers, and promptly hides his face once more.
Fukuro chuckles, clapping his knees "Well who would tell? Your kid's hero is a player from one of our rival teams"
"And you're okay with him playing beach volleyball?" Ushijima asks again, ignoring the turn in conversation.
Nicollas stares at him in confusion "Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"
"You're an indoor player" Ushijima states "Why would you want your child to be a beach volleyball one?"
"I don't really get your point, Wakatoshi" Fukuro says, frowning, but Nicollas only laughs and pats his son on the back.
"Because he can be whatever he wants, that is!" he exclaims, his accent more prominent when he talks loudly.
"But it would be different from you"
"It would still be him. I don't even mind if it turns out that he doesn't wants to be a volleyball player by the end"
When he was kid, his mother used to talk about correcting his left-handedness. Ushijima might not recall how he looked back then, but he does remembers the quiet conversations around him, and the strange looks his grandmother would give him when she catch him drawing.
It it hadn't been for his father, and his decision in not letting anyone change him, Ushijima knows now that there's a high chance he wouldn't be the athlete he is today.
He opens his hand to look at it, on his way back from the stadium. He imagines himself in Nicollas shoes, guiding a little child steps. He pictures a small, gentle boy with his eyes and his hair, that draws little suns with his left hand in a white paper by his side, with no one to question why he's not like the rest.
No, he wants the little boy to have your eyes.
When the taxi pulls to a stop in front of his building, Ushijima comes to a decision.
He finds you sleeping on the couch, a cushion firmly held between your knees and your pillow in your arms. You've had a long week at work, and that's why he didn't mind that you didn't came to his practice match. You never miss the important ones anyway.
He leaves his keys on the table and his bag on the floor, and takes a couple of steps towards you until he can clearly see your chest rising and falling in tempo with your peaceful breathing. He can't help it, and honestly doesn't even tries to. His eyes travel down your body until they reach your stomach, and he pauses to admire it.
He thinks about you carrying his child, about the way your body would change to welcome a new life created by the two of you. He tugs on his sudenly tight pants and kneels in front of the couch, trying to slowly remove the cushion between your knees without waking you up.
He succeeds, and you only frown and hug your pillow tighter when he parts your legs, him sliding your shorts and panties all the way down to your ankles, discarding them on the floor soon after.
He doesn't waste time in bringing his mouth to your entrance. The taste of you explodes on his tongue, rich and heady, and it takes four long licks for you to fully wake up, his name caught in your throat, as short surprised moans are the only thing able to leave your mouth. Ushijima reaches up, his hands grasping your hips and pulling you more fully against his mouth. You moan again, loud and free, sleep soon abandoning your mind, and your sounds only spur him on even more; Ushijima wants to devour you, to keep the flavor of you in his mouth always. When his tongue breeches you, sliding into your body with ease, you twist the fingers you've previously buried in his hair, holding him against you.
"Toshi... Toshi please!"
The moment he seals his lips around your nub, sucking as his tongue lashes on the bud, two fingers stroking your inner walls, you scream, shock and pleasure battling for dominance on your features. Ushijima doesn't let up, building your pleasure quickly, and you peak again, bucking your hips into his mouth. His breath catches as he flicks his gaze up and sees you pulling at your nipples through your shirt, trying to extend your pleasure, and it's only after you peak a third time that you beg, trying to squirm away from him on the couch “Oh stop, please, I can't again... Toshi...”
His face is wet with your pleasure, his tongue aching from use. Ushijima stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pressing the other one into his cock as he rises. There's nothing he wants more than to free himself from his pants, to sink into you and fill you up to the brim because he wants... His gaze goes back to your belly, to the skin he can see now that your shirt has risen up.
Your lower abdomen swelling, stretching to accommodate a child that he would place there. You're positively soaked, and Ushijima knows how good you will feel clenching around him.
He takes you on his arms and carries you back to the bedroom, your disbelieving laugh against his shoulder.
"Something happened at today's game?" you ask, chuckling as you watch him pull his shirt up his head and make quick work of his shorts, his glistening cock finally free.
"Yes" he answers you, before joining you in bed and easing into you.
He holds himself in place when he bottoms out, enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him. You immediately rock your hips, urging him to move, and he takes the hint and pulls out only to push back in. You both inhale sharply as he keeps thrusting shallowly at first; then soon grabbing your hips and starting a brutal pace to fuck you relentlessly.
He knows what he wants. He wants you full with his cum. He wants you pregnant because he loves you, and on the way home he realized he didn't knew how much he wished for family of his own until that moment.
And yet, he can't just make love to you slowly.
For all his self restrain and dedication on his field, it's impossible for Ushijima not to lose himself when it's about you— about your cunt and how it always feel like it was made just for him.
"I want... this— oh god..." he tries to explain, but has to close his eyes and bite his lip because the feeling is too much, and then you're dragging him down to kiss you, your tongue eagerly finding his.
One of his hands goes to touch your stomach when he senses his about to cum. He wants to feel it— he wants to push his load there, put a child inside you; and then you're sudenly arching your back and grasping his hand to keep it there as you cum, with him following soon after.
"I feel like I should explain" he says after you both come down from your high, your head already resting on his shoulder as always, one of his hands on your small back.
"Oh, you really don't have to explain. I'm just happy I could enjoy this" you snicker, but still look up at him, as in waiting.
Ushijima looks into your eyes.
Your eyes.
"I want to have a child" he says, without beating around the bushes "I want to have a child with you"
"Oh"
He's afraid for a moment, because you two haven't discussed that, and maybe he's overstepping a line. It wouldn't be the first time, and although you've always been extremely patient with him, he feels like this is something all too different.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable" he frowns "It wasn't my intention"
You sit down quickly, pushing your hair behind your ears and biting your lower lip— your hands closed on your knees. He pulls himself up too, his back against the head of the bed.
"You didn't make me feel uncomfortable"
"I'm glad to hear that"
"Because I want a kid too"
Silence.
Ushijima blinks. "You do?"
"So... I'm assuming this isn't you finally catching up in all the signs I've been giving you then?"
Ushijima tilts his head to the side "What signs?"
You huff, frustrated, but with a smile on your lips "All the signs! The magazines about babies, my talk over dinner about an imaginary friend that doesn't exists finding out she's pregnant? Me stopping on the street while we walk to pointedly show you any baby related article we find?"
Ushijima's expresion is one of clear confusion "You don't have a pregnant friend, then?"
You laugh, lightly pushing his arm and moving to sit on his lap "Toshi, I want to have a baby with you"
A baby with you.
A kid to raise together.
Ushijima traces the shape of the ring on your finger with a smile "I would love nothing more than to start a family with you"
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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful
Brooklyn, 1970.
Bucky’s mornings were sacred. He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.
But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window. And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.
Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day. Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.
He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.
“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly. "I have to work in the morning and—”
“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone. He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.
“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern. “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”
“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology.
He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid. Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was. A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?
This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that. And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.
The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant. When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.
“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”
He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.
“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that? I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”
He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly. His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.
“You remember me, don’t you? You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’. You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”
Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.
"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll. I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier. Is that what you want, sweetheart? To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away. “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”
Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them. “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt? Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”
As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.
His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly. He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.
Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again. The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.
“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”
He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.
“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace. "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."
A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak. But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.
You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.
"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women! And you know what I love most? Huh?"
He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.
"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you. All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."
Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.
"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for. Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled. “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”
Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.
"Oh fuck, are you coming? Shit," he moaned. "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"
Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.
You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.
"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs. "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh? Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right. Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."
From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.
"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby? Wanna be my little slut? Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"
You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“M’close, honey,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”
He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real. But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that. He was elated to make your nightmares come true.
"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed. “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are. But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."
Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest. Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.
"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously. "You're not gonna scream are you?"
You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air. "Please— come in me," you panted.
"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.
"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.
He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp. "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."
To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.
“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”
One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible. Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.
"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced. They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them. "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste. Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah? Wanna get knocked up? You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"
At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley. Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.
Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence. It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.
"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”
He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.
“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain. "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"
He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body. Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.
You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?
There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.
“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.
“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt. “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”
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Cold As ice.......
Pairing: ActorLoki x Reader
Warnings: cursing, self esteem issues, mild violence, attempted non-con-not descriptive(not loki)
Summary: As the trip nears, emotions start getting confusing, things take a turn on your walk home...
*texts are in italics*
Part Five-
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You got home and tossed you're stuff aside sitting on the couch, thinking about what those women said to you. It wasn't anything new, you'd heard it before, but that didn't make it hurt less. Your whole life it was something, beginning with your father. you were too short, your hair too y/h/c/, you were too fat, to skinny, worthless, on and on. He always made a point of telling you you'd never amount to anything, and no one would ever love you. Maybe he was right....
You sat there, you had thought things had changed with Loki. You weren't friends by any means, but he started saying please, and thanking you after running errands. You'd feel his fingers brush your lower back when hed pass behind you. Giving you small smiles every now and then. You knew you had developed a small crush on him, who wouldn't, the man was attractive. The way his hair flowed down to his shoulders and looked so soft you wanted to run your fingers through it. The way his emerald eyes looked into your soul. His smile was perfection, and his body......you'd seen him in sweatpants and a tshirt once, which left nothing to the imagination. You shook the thought from your head, he'd never want you.
You got up to shower and make dinner. You sat back on the couch, your mind returning to Loki, as it had started doing. Why couldn't you stop thinking about him. When did that happen? He's an asshole isnt he? The same guy that tormented you at the coffee shop. What had changed? Maybe it would be best to quit. Suddenly your phone went off and you sighed.
Y/n, last day of filming is tomorrow followed by a wrap party. I won't need you in the morning but i'm going to need you In attendance at the party so we can finalize our trip. It is formal, so wear a dress. Be here by 6pm.
Loki
You sighed reading the message. You didn't have any formal clothes, you'd have to go shopping. You were about to text back telling him you were going to start looking for another job when he text you again
I would also like to apologize for the way my acquaintance spoke to you today. It was uncalled for and will not happen again. See you tomorrow
Loki
You read the message a few times, shocked. Had he actually apologized. You sat there a minute before responding
See you tomorrow
Y/n
You tried not to think to much into it, maybe he just didn't want you to quit. So you put your phone away and headed to bed.
You were putting the finishing touches on your look. You went out and bought a dress today, it was dark green with a high neckline and a slit up the the left leg. You went with your flats instead of heels, comfort over style as always. You and wrapped your hair in a bun with a few strands coming down to frame your face. You had just finished your makeup and noticed it was 5:30. "Shit.." you said to yourself, and hurried and grabbed your purse and headed out.
You arrived exactly at 6, and of course Loki wasn't there yet. You didn't really know anyone else so you grabbed a drink and headed to a remote table in the corner. You checked your phone and it was 7, and still no sign of Loki. You were about to text him because you had to finalize the trip when you heard a commotion by the door. You leaned to see through the group of people and saw his raven hair, slicked back just right. He walked further in and you saw his all black suit that had to have been made for him, it was perfect, with a black button up and black tie.
You felt entirely out of place so you stayed where you were. You saw some blonde woman on his arm, smiling and flirting with him, it irritated you. Why? What did it matter what he did? You watched as they talked and she ran her fingers up his chest. You thought about what his muscles felt like under that suit, how it would feel pressed against him. You could feel your face flush when he leaned over and kissed her. As he wrapped his hand around her head and put his tongue in her mouth you had had enough. You got up to leave not looking at them. Why were you upset? Why were affected by what he did, he was your boss, nothing more. You didn't feel anything for him, did you?
Damn the trip plans, you would just go email them to him. As you made it to the door someone grabbed your wrist. You whipped around quickly to see those emerald eyes staring at you. "Y/n, I hadn't seen you yet." He said still holding your wrist looking you up and down. "Well, you were a bit busy sucking that girls face" you said pointing at the blonde that was glaring at you. He sighed and let go of your wrist. "You look lovely tonight y/n" he said staring at you. "So do you" you said looking at you feet. "Do you want to go over the plans?" He said looking you over again. "I can just email them to you, I know your busy" you said looking between him and her. "You aren't leaving are you?" He said stepping closer. "Yeah I think so, I'm just really tired and want to sleep before the flight tomorrow" you said looking down. All he did was nod. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked. "No" you said a little too quickly. "No, I'll be fine walking." You said taking a step back.
"Y/n, I am truly sorry about yesterday, if I had known..." he started but you stopped him. "Don't worry about it, it's fine. I'm used to it." You said looking at your feet, missing the pained expression on his face. "Well you better get back to your date. Goodnight Loki" you said and left before he could say anything. You had taken the bun out of your hair and let it lay free. You were a few blocks from your apartment when you felt someone watching you, you turned around but no one was there. You picked up the pace a little, trying to make it home when someone grabbed you pulling you into the alley. You tried to scream but your mouth was covered. You were shoved face first against the wall and a knife put to your throat. "Give me your money" a man's voice said. He uncovered your mouth "I don't have any money with me" you said trying not to panic. He grabbed your purse and dumped it out. It was only your phone, lipstick and keys. You didn't need any money tonight. "Well, no money, I may need to get something else out of you then" he growled and you tried to push off the wall.
You tried to scream but he covered your mouth again. You felt his hand going into the slit in your dress and with all your power pushed back and shoved him off and took off, but he was too fast, grabbing you and slamming your head against the wall. Your vision went blurry and your head was pounding. You felt sluggish, as you started to slump down. He grabbed you and pushed you back against the wall. You felt his hand go into your dress again and into your panties but couldn't will your body to stop him, you were disoriented, you put your arms behind you to try and push him off but he pinned them between you.. there was nothing you could do. "Just relax, I'll make you feel good." The man said.
You felt a tear run down your cheek when suddenly the man was ripped from behind you. You started to fall but someone caught you. You looked up but couldn't make out who it was. They said something but it didn't make sense. Then you were alone again. You heard yelling but didn't know where it was coming from. You felt dizzy, nauseous, everything was spinning and then everything was black.
Loki pov-
Norns I wanted her to stay. She looked so beautiful tonight, well she always was, but wearing my colors, she was a vision. She insisted on walking home as usual and I hated it. I know how dangerous it is at night but Gods was she stubborn. I walked back over to my "date" as y/n called her, but that's not what she was. She was just some woman I picked for the night. I kept thinking back to y/n, I had a bad feeling. "Baby, whats the matter?" She asked me, I couldn't remember her name honeslty. "Nothing" I said looking towards the door. "Your not thinking about that thing are you" she asked and I looked at her. "I beg your pardon" I asked glaring at her. "That thing that just left that you were talking to. Good riddance by the way" she said and shrugged. I pulled her hands off me and stood back.
"Her name is y/n, and I'll have you know she has more intelligence and class in her finger then you do in your entire body, atleast she has a brain" she looked at me shocked. "This is over, I'm leaving" I said and left. I jumped in my car and started driving towards y/n's apartment. I wanted to make sure she made it. I made it to her apartment and hadn't seen her so I assumed she was fine. I was about to text her when I heard a muffled scream, but couldn't figure out where it came from.
I got out and took off down the sidewalk trying to find where it came from when I saw two figures in the alley. I started to walk closer and saw it was y/n, and a man with a knife to her throat and his other hand...."What the hell are you doing!!" I yelled going towards them. "Screw off pal she's mine" he said. I yanked him off and threw him against the other wall. I grabbed y/n as she fell. "Y/n are you ok, what happened?" I said but her eyes were glossed over and she wasn't focused on me. She had blood running down her face, she had a concussion I was sure.
I set her down, materialized one of my daggers and went after the man. He saw my knife and took off. I was going to go after him but I didn't want to leave y/n. I put my dagger away and turned around and She was laying on the ground. "Shit" I said running back to her. I couldn't get her to wake but she had a pulse. I needed to heal her but I couldn't be seen. I saw her purse and grabbed it taking out her keys and putting the other things in my pocket. I careful picked her up watching her head and headed to her apartment....
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Kiss The Girl
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Warnings!: angst, pining(lots of it), crying, arguing, but a fluffy ending, like super fluffy ending :)
Word Count: 3.7k words
Description: Hotch tries to deny it, but he's madly in love with you. He keeps getting this urge to just kiss you. Could it really be that easy?
A/N: not really sure what this is, but I was listening to that new cover of kiss the girl by Brent Morgan and I really wanted wrote this. It definitely took a turn i was not expecting, but I hope you guys love it as much as I do. :)
*Based off the song "Kiss the Girl"*
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He loved you. It was no secret.
Everyone knew, everyone except maybe him.
Or maybe he did know, but he refused to accept it. He couldn't love you. It was wrong. But if it was wrong, why on earth did it feel so good?
There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her
He wasn't the best at sharing his feelings. He was good at locking them away, and throwing away the key. But you, you made that hard.
There was just something about you. It drew him in, and he was hooked.
Maybe it was the way you giggled when you were nervous. Or maybe it was the blush that tinted your cheeks when someone gave you a compliment. Maybe it was the way you showed Hotch the happiness he needed in his darkest times.
He wasn't sure, but he knew you were special. He was sure he knew exactly when these feelings had started. It was the night of Rossi's Christmas party.
You sat on Rossi's couch, laughing along with Morgan and Prentiss. They had made some very very inappropriate joke, that you just thought was hilarious.
"Okay, h-hang on. I need a refill." You gasped out between laughs. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the wine before pouring yourself a glass.
"Hey." You nearly squealed as Hotch came in the room behind you.
"Jesus Hotch, could have given me a heart attack." He simply chuckled. "Yeah, laugh it up." You playfully rolled your eyes.
"I'm sorry." He tried to hide his smile.
"Yeah, you sound it." You walked towards him, giving him a soft smile as the teasing atmosphere faded. The room was empty, and you wouldn't be able to ever work up the courage again.
"Merry Christmas Hotch." You whispered as you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled back, gave him a small smile, and walked back to the living room.
Aaron stood there, shocked.
Why had you don't that? Why had he liked it? Would you do it again?
The questions repeated in his head, over and over. And he realised that a peck on the cheek wouldn't be enough.
He needed a kiss, a real kiss. Even just one from you and he would be satisfied for life. But that, was an impossible dream. Or, so he thought.
And you don't know why, but you're dyin' to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Months had passed since then and he still hadn't gotten another kiss from you.
You two had grown increasingly close however. You were practically inseparable. Always at one of your houses, talking, watching movies, eating. You name it.
Although watching movies was usually with Jack, and currently he was stuck on repeating the Little Mermaid.
"Miss Y/n?" He asked one night.
"Yes Jackers?" You asked, looking down at the small boy.
"Can we please, watch the little mermaid with daddy?" He begged. He used those puppy dog eyes and you were sold.
"Of course we can." You heard a chuckle come from behind you and you whipped around.
"Didn take you long to give in, huh?" Hotch questioned, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh shut it Hotchner. Go get the popcorn." He laughed and shook his head before walking to the kitchen.
Soon you found yourself wrapped up with the Hotcner boys. Jack was curled up on your lap, his face buried in your neck as he fell asleep.
As you and Hotch watched the movie, he snuck glances every couple of minutes. He couldn't get over how beautiful you looked.
And you were holding his son, loving him like he could be your own. It filled Hotch's heart with love and affection.
And then that song began playing softly in the background
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
The lyrics spoke a truth that Hotch was desperately trying to avoid.
But he didn't know how much longer he could go without telling you. In the moment he couldn't remember why he hadn't told you already.
Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her
It don't take a word, not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
All he wanted to do was reach over and bring you into a kiss. Just a simple kiss.
Just to feel your lips move together. Just for a second. He almost did. You had turned to look at him, and he leaned in slightly. His hand raising.
But the shrill sound of his phone broke the trance. His hand receded before you could grab it. And he didn't kiss you.
You were filled with a disappointment that you couldn't explain.
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, He ain't gonna kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, He gonna miss the girl
The music of the movie faded as a grim look replaced the carefree one on Hotch's face.
"We'll be right in." He muttered out the words with disdain, sending you an apologetic look.
But you barely noticed, you were still trying to calm down the beating of your heart.
He was going to kiss you.
Did he feel the same way that you did?
All thoughts left your mind though as you felt Jack wake in your arms.
"Hey buddy." He looked up at you with the eyes he shared with his father.
"Do you have to leave?" Your heart broke a little bit at his questions.
"Yeah, bud. I'm sorry." He just smiled at you and burrows further into your chest.
"Its 'kay." He mumbled sleepily. "But we have to wait till Aunt Jess gets here so we can keep cuddling." Your heart swelled and your face lit up. Hotch was staring at the two of you, in awe. His son loved you so much.
You looked over at him, a tear in your eye. He swallowed as he pushed his feelings aside, giving you a soft smile before getting up to get dressed.
He was screwed.
A couple cases later, and you were holed up in a precinct, everyone nearly falling asleep.
It was a bad case, a really bad case. And you were running out of time. The unsubs' latest victim only had about a day left.
But nobody could work if they were falling asleep. Eventually Hotch sighed and told everyone it was time to head to the hotel.
But of course, once there, there were only 4 rooms.
"I'm taking my own room. I'm old." Rossi said and grabbed the key before anyone could argue.
"C'mon pretty boy." Morgan grabbed another key, and walked off with spence.
"I'll go with Jj. Y/l/n, you good with Hotch?" Your face went bright red at Prentiss's words. But you nodded, looking anywhere but at Hotch. You couldn't say no, it would be too obvious.
"Y-yeah, that's fine." You all trudged to the elevator, Emily and Jj said goodnight and walked off once you reached your floor. You and Hotch walked in silence down the hall to the very last room.
He swung the door open, and you had to stop yourself from gasping. There was only one bed.
"I'll uh, I'll take the floor." You scrunched your nose at Hotch's offer and he couldn't deny how adorable you looked.
"Hotch, no. That will kill your back." You shook your head. "We can share. We're both adults, it's fine." You're not sure if you're convincing yourself or him. He just nods and gives a soft okay.
"Do you want the first shower?" He asked.
"Um, no. I shower in the mornings." He nodded before walking into the bathroom.
Why was this so awkward? You guys were such good friends, this shouldn't be so weird.
You pushed the thought aside before crawling into the bed and curling up.
Hotch walked out of the bathroom 10 minutes later in nothing but a towel.
Your eyes grew and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He cleared his throat, and you looked up at his eyes.
"Uh sorry, forgot my bag." You nodded, looking away quickly. Too scared to speak. He quickly went back into the bathroom.
"Get a hold of yourself." You whispered to yourself. You weren't going to survive this case if he did that again. He joined you in bed soon after getting dressed.
Neither of you spoke, neither of you moved, neither of you breathed. It was completely silent.
After about 20 minutes of silence and trying desperately to fall asleep you spoke up.
"Hotch?"
"Yeah?" His voice was hoarse.
"Um, I can't sleep." You turned towards him and he did the same.
"Neither can I." You sighed.
"How's Jack?" You asked, trying to bring up the mood, or to at least get rid of the awkwardness. It seemed to work because his face lit up at the mention of his son.
"He's good. He actually just asked if you could come over soon. He got an A plus on his spelling test that you helped him study for and he really wants to show you." You smiled as you listened.
"That's great! He was so nervous for that test."
"Yeah, thank you Y/n for helping him." You grabbed his hand, squeezing gently.
"Of course Hotch. I love Jack." You muttered, and you fell into silence again.
But it was more content, more peaceful. Your hands stayed laced together, and Hotch's mind went blank as you started leaning closer.
Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better
He started leaning in, his hand moved from your own to cup your face. But something switched in his mind. What was he doing? This was wrong. He couldn't let this happen.
Your faces were inches apart when he pulled his hand away and scooted backwards slightly.
Look like the boy too shy
He ain't gonna kiss the girl
Your face fell, and his heart squeezed painfully.
"Um, we should go to bed." You were so confused. You thought that was it. It was perfect. He, he pulled away though. Why had he pulled away?
You could almost physically see his walls being built up.
Walls you had spent so much time breaking down.
"Oh, um. O-okay." You stuttered out, pulling back quickly.
"Goodnight Y/n." He said softly, but you didn't respond. You were too scared you would cry if you did.
You fell asleep faster than you anticipated, but maybe you were just that tired.
He was gone when you woke up.
You thought everything might just go back to the way it was after that night.
But boy were you wrong. Hotch had completely pulled away from you.
No longer did he invite you over, or invite you to do paperwork in his office with him
You didn't watch movies, or go out to eat, or even talk about anything other than work. It was hell.
You tried, you really tried to get him to open up again, but it just didn't work. Nothing did.
It was to the point where he would be almost rude to you.
The team was beginning to notice. And you couldn't hold back any longer. It was killing you.
You needed to talk to him, past this wall he had put up. You needed to know why he was pushing you away. You walked up to his door, knocking on the door.
"Come in." He said softly. You walked in, and his eyes stayed trained on the paperwork in front of him.
"Hotch?" He still didn't look up.
"How can I help you Agent Y/l/n?" He asked, his voice not wavering from professionalism. You shut the door behind you and walked forward, sitting in one of the chairs.
"We need to talk." He was taken aback slightly by the determination in your voice, but he sighed before setting down his pen.
"What is it?" He sounded almost annoyed, which just made you angrier.
"What the hell is going on?" You didn't mean to be so rude about it, but you needed to know.
"Excuse me?"
"Seriously Hotch, we went from talking almost every day, to not speaking unless it has something to do with work."
"Y/l/n…" he went to stop you.
"No. Hotch please. I don't know what I did." You begged. "I mean you can't even use my name anymore." You whispered.
"This is very unprofessional." he wasn't breaking.
"Please Aaron. Don't lie to me." You tried his first name, and he had never loved his name being spoken more than when you said it. But he had to stop this.
"Agent Y/l/n. I'm sorry if our friendship was confus-" but you cut him off.
"We weren't just friends. You know that and I know that." He had the audacity to look confused. But he knew exactly what you were talking about.
Don't try to hide it how, You wanna kiss the girl
"Please Aaron, don't pretend, not with me."
"Agent Y/l/n! That's enough!" His voice was rising.
He didn't understand why you couldn't just let it go.
"No it's not. I love you Aaron, I'm sorry. But I do. And it hurts so much that you are pushing me away!" Your eyes filled with tears and Hotch stood there, awed that you felt this way. But he couldn't let you in. So he took that final heartbreaking step.
"I don't love you." He whispered out. You had been standing and you took a staggering step backwards.
"What?" Your voice was small.
"I don't love you Y/n." The lie was tearing him apart. Why was he doing this again?
Tears began falling down your face. You were upset and mad and heartbroken. And you were embarrassed that this man had this much of a hold on you.
"Fine." You sniffed. "If that's how you feel Agent Hotchner." He missed the way you said Aaron and flinched at the formal title. But this was what he wanted. "I apologize for the unprofessionalism." You turned to leave, but stopped when he spoke.
"Y/n…" His voice was small, strained. You wiped away your tears. When you looked back, his eyes were glossy.
But he didn't say anything else and you kept walking, slamming the door behind you. The bullpen silenced and everyone stared at you.
It was humiliating, but you walked to Rossi's office, your head held high.
"Rossi?"
"Y/l/n, what's wrong?" He asked, like he hadn't heard the conversation through his shared wall with Hotch.
"Can you please tell Hotch that I'm sick and I won't be in for a while?" Your voice wavered slightly, but you ignored it.
"Y/n-" he started, but you didn't feel like talking.
"Please Rossi?" You begged, praying he would just say yes so you could leave.
"Yes, of course." You nodded and thanked him before leaving. You slipped down to your desk and grabbed your bag.
You didn't see Hotch standing in the doorway of his office, watching you as you left, tears silently slipping down your face.
Your teammates asked what was happening, but you just waved them off and left.
They all turned to Hotch, but he was already back in his office, his door slamming for the second time that day.
You wanna kiss the girl
A week passed, and you hadn't come back to work yet. Hotch wasn't sure what to do with himself. He hated what he did.
The team was confused, Rossi kept sending him angry glances, and your empty desk was haunting him.
And then, Jack asked that question. The question that broke him just a little more.
"Why doesn't Miss Y/n come over anymore daddy?" He had asked one night at dinner.
He didn't know how to answer. "Does she not love us anymore?" His eyes were big and glossy like he was going to cry. He decided not to lie to his son.
"Daddy made a mistake and Miss Y/n is just a little sad right now." Jack didn't understand what was happening, but he wanted to help fix it. His dad had been so sad these past couple of weeks and it made him sad.
"Daddy, you have to say sorry! And you have to do what the song says!" Hotch looked at his son confused. What song?
"What song buddy?" He asked, pulling his son into his lap.
"You know, you have to kiss the girl!" He giggled like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"The little mermaid song?" He asked, smiling at his son's innocence.
"Yes, remember, you and Y/n were sitting on the couch before you left for work, and you were going to kiss her!" Hotch looks shocked, Jack was awake for that?
"Um, buddy. Me and Y/n aren't together." He sighed as his son deflated.
"But why? You love her. And she loves you." He spoke, confused as to what was happening.
"Um.." Hotch drew a blank. He couldn't give this little boy an answer. Not when it was his fault. Not when he was the one that had said no.
It was a mistake, a huge mistake. He should have just told you. Why hadn't he?
He should have kissed you.
The first time, or the second time. He should have told you that he loved you too. Was it too late?
"Um, buddy, you know what? It's time for bed." Hotch put his son to sleep and called Rossi, asking him to come over.
He prayed he wasn't too late. Rossi showed up at his door 20 minutes later.
"Hotch-" but he knew.
"I know, I'm an idiot. But I have to go tell her I love her too." He was rushing, grabbing his keys.
"Atta boy Aaron." Was all Rossi said as Hotch ran out the door, jumping in his car.
He was sure he was going faster than the speed limit, but he couldn't care less. He needed to see you, and to be with you. To tell you that he loved you.
His car was barely parked when he jumped out and ran up to your door, banging on it.
You heard the noise wondering who would come over so late. You were shocked to find Hotch there as you opened the door.
There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way
She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her
"Y/n." Was all he said. You slammed the door in his face. He began banging his fist in the door and you threw it open, again.
"Leave Hotch."
"Please, Y/n, just hear me out." He begged. You hesitated, but moved to the side letting him in. You shut the door softly.
Yes, you want her, Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too, there is one way to ask her
"What do you want, Hotch? What more could you possibly want?" He shook his head, holding his tears at bay.
"Aaron." He spoke quietly.
"What?"
"Please, it's Aaron."
"Agent Hotchner. You need to leave." But he didn't leave. He stood there and stared at you.
"I'm so sorry Y/n."
"Hotch, seriously, I can't do this. I can't." You tried to keep those tears in, you were tired of crying over him, but there was no point. You felt then slip down your face.
Words weren't working, he had already said enough. But he remembered Jacks words.
The song.
Now's your moment, Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better
She don't say a word and she won't say a word, Until you kiss the girl
He stepped forward and brought his hand up to your face. He leaned in slowly, and brought your lips to his.
Your heart stopped, and you kissed him back desperately. You had wanted this for so long. You had waited for so. Damn. Long.
"Your so stupid." You murmured against his lips. He pulled away gasping for air.
"I know" his voice was beautiful.
You've gotta kiss the girl, Go on and kiss the girl
He leaned in again, kissing you like his life depended on it. He gently ran his thumb across your cheek as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you forward. He broke away a moment later.
"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I was an idiot. I love you." A tear escaped his eye, and you brushed it away. "I dont expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me if I was you. I was awful, and I never should have lied and said I didn't love you too. I shouldn't have pushed you away."
"Why did you?" He hesitated, he wasn't sure you would understand.
"The last time I let someone in my heart, she left. And then she got hurt because of me. I couldn't risk that happening to you." He shook his head.
"Oh Aaron. I'm not leaving. I don't ever want to leave you. I love you too much to leave." You paused. "And you can't hide and be scared to open your heart. Its okay to let people in." You added softly and he gave you a smile.
You both stood there in blissful peace, your foreheads touching. He chuckled and you looked at him confused.
"What?"
"I kissed the girl." You just grew more confused.
"What are you talking about?" You asked humor in your voice.
"The song. Jack said I had to do what the little mermaid song said." You understood then and began giggling.
"Maybe, maybe you should do it again." You suggested, a smile on your face.
"Hmm, maybe I should." And he leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss.
.....................
"And that is how me and your dad got together." Your three kids sat in front of you listening in awe.
"Wow, so Jack is why he finally told you he loved you?" Your middle child, Tommy asked. Jack laughed as he stood up, tapping your shoulder as he towered over you.
"You could say that." Aaron said from the doorway, you turned, smiling at your husband.
"Yeah, sure." You giggled and ruffled Jack's hair as you picked up your nine year old daughter, Jenna. Who, in all honesty, was almost too big to be picked up.
"Mommy, can you tell us that story every night?" She asked, and you smiled.
"Of course I can sweat pea. But now, its bed time." You tucked in your kids, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before joining your husband in your room.
You plopped on the bed and curled up into his side.
"Hi sweetheart." He greeted you with a kiss, and he pulled you into his side. "You know, you didn't need to make me sound so…" he couldn't quite find the word.
"Stupid? Clueless? Dumb?" You asked, giggling as he began digging his fingers into your side, tickling you.
"St-stop. Aaron!" You shrieked and he let up, but not before plopping on top of you. He began peppering kisses all over your face.
"I'm glad you finally told that story. Jenna has been begging for weeks" Your youngest had watched the little mermaid a couple of weeks ago and Jack had made a comment about one of the songs. Jenna had heard one word and was begging for us to tell her our "falling in love story", as she put it.
You had finally given in and told them, and they had loved every moment of it. Jack of course had already known, having witnessed it.
But Jenna and Tommy had loved hearing how their parents had fallen in love.
And a week later when you walked in the living room you were filled with a sense of nostalgia as you saw Jack with Jenna in his lap, as Tommy and Aaron sat on the couch next to them. Watching, of course, the little mermaid. You plopped next to Aaron, smiling.
As Kiss The Girl started playing.
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