Chasing Cars | teaser (jjk)
âsummary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
âpairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
ârating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)
âgenre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
âwarnings: alcohol consumption, curses
âword count: 1.1k
âa/n: teaser time babyyyy!! I hope you guys love it :') thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing, you guys are the best <3
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If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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The hour is late. Jungkook is tipsy, far more than he thought heâd get tonight, but then again, Taehyung is not in a better state, and Sera, Jiminâs girlfriend, had to force him to go home before they got too drunk.
Theyâre all supposed to help Taehyungâs little sister move in tomorrow, Jungkook included.
âMan,â Taehyung lets out, and Jungkook looks away from the game of Smash theyâre playing - that heâs majestically losing - to focus on Taehyung.
âWhat?â he lets out.
âCanât believe Y/n will be here tomorrow,â Taehyung answers.
âCanât believe youâre forcing me to live with a girl.â
Taehyung chuckles. âDonât worry, Y/n is chill.â
Jungkook doesnât doubt she is, considering how well he gets along with Taehyung, and Taehyungâs made it seem that he gets along well with his sister. He imagines Y/nâs just going to be a mini Taehyung, which frankly could be fun to have around.
But he doesnât know anything about her other than the fact that she is Taehyungâs little sister.
âYou know,â Taehyung adds as the game finishes. âI meant to tell you something.â
Jungkook cocks his pierced eyebrow in question. âYeah?â
âJust wanted to say that if you touch my sister, youâre fucking dead.â
Jungkook bursts out laughing, shaking his head, but Taehyung remains entirely serious. Like he meant what he just said - could he?
âYouâre joking right?â Jungkook asks as his laughter fades away.
âNo, Iâm dead ass,â Taehyung insists. âYou breathe in her direction, and youâre dead.â
âDamn.â Jungkook widens his gaze, and then picks up the beer heâs been slowly drinking since Jimin left. âUnderstood.â
Hell, Jungkook knows that he sleeps around. Taehyung does the same - he canât help but understand Taehyung when he says to stay away from his sister. And he thinks itâll be easy. Y/nâs probably just going to be a clueless baby college kid, and though Jungkook doesnât mind going for younger, heâll have plenty of new faces to explore once Frosh week starts next week anyways.
So he promises Taehyung he has nothing to worry about, and they play a couple more games before they head to bed.
Jungkook wakes up early the next morning, the sun shining right in his face the most efficient alarm heâs ever used before. He wants to go to the gym before helping Taehyungâs sister, and though he hates being awake so early, he immediately forces himself to get up lest he falls back asleep.
His workout goes well, and heâs pleasantly sore when he heads back home. Heâs lucky - he manages to park not too far from the apartment. Heâs walking home, gym bag in one hand and his phone in the other, when Taehyung texts him to ask where he is.
Jungkook types âFuck offâ, pressing send as his attention is solely on his phone.
Until said phone flies out of his hand as he collides with a girl he didnât notice, and Jungkook watches in horror as the device falls in a flower bed.
âShit, Iâm so sorry,â you say, and you immediately dive into the flower bed, retrieving Jungkookâs phone.Â
You hand it to him, and Jungkook just stares at you, mouth agape. Heâs aware heâs staring and that he probably looks stupid, but heâs dumbfounded.
Youâre the most beautiful girl heâs ever seen, and heâs seen a lot.
âDonât worry about it,â he answers quickly when you cock an eyebrow, your cheeks slowly turning red. âI wasnât looking where I was going.â
âAt least it didnât break,â you say, and you flash him a quick smile.
It does things to his heart that Jungkook barely comprehends - itâs like his heart is going miles a minute, yet itâs soothing, warm, much like the pavement feels in the summer when the sun has just dipped below the horizon.
âRight, yeah,â Jungkook answers, and his cheeks burn.
His cheeks fucking burn, and he wishes he could just disappear, dive below the ground until you canât see him anymore. You just keep on smiling, eyes never disconnecting from his, and he wonders if you, too, feel like he does.
Shit, he thinks he might even hear bells in the distance.
You glance away, and itâs like heâs falling forward while not moving at all, and all he can do is pathetically clear his throat, as if thatâs going to offer any help.
âI see youâve met Y/n!â Taehyung yells from behind you, and Jungkook freezes.
Jungkook freezes, and then something burns in his lungs, like heâs under the surface struggling for futile oxygen he knows he wonât find.
You are⌠Taehyungâs sister.
Youâre Y/n.
His best friendâs little sister.
The one thing Jungkook canât have.
It makes him feel cold, his heart suddenly dropping in the Arctic sea amongst the icebergs.Â
âWe literally ran into each other,â you say, looking back towards your brother.
And Jungkook sees it - your hair is the same shade as Taehyungâs, your face has the same shape. The smile though - your smile is different from Taehyungâs, and maybe thatâs why he was fooled.
Fooled for a few seconds which felt like an eternity.
You walk away then, heading to the open back door of a car. You grab a box, and Jungkook puts his phone in his pocket, eyeing a bag on the backseat.
âDo you want me to bring this in?â he asks.
Only because he wants you to look at him again. His heart flutters in his chest when you do, and he forces it down with a swallow as you nod once.
âYes, please!â
Jungkook nods too, and he grabs the bag before following you in. His right foot lands on the first step leading to the apartment when Taehyung stops him with a hand on his arm.
Jungkook frowns slightly, meeting his best friendâs gaze.
âIâm serious, JK,â Taehyung says through gritted teeth. âYou fucking touch her, youâre dead.â
And Jungkook knows right then and there that heâs fucked. Entirely, thoroughly, immensely fucked.
Because he already wants you, and he hasnât even talked to you for more than twenty seconds.
âDonât worry,â he reassures Taehyung, and he hopes Taehyung canât hear how fake he sounds.
How is he supposed to resist indulging in you when he already knows youâre all heâs ever wanted?Â
He really is entirely, thoroughly, immensely fucked.
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Eddie x Gareths sisterrrrr????? Like Romeo and Juliet type stuff where Gareth is like my sister is NOT dating you
thanks so much for your request, anon!! i had so much fun writing it!! there isn't much conflict with gareth, but i hope you like it anyway! jealous!eddie x girly!reader (1.6k)
bug's summer fic fest âĄ
Gareth picks you up from the mall at six oâclock sharp.
You say goodbye to your friends, all of them wearing the same tank top and pleated skirt duo youâre in, before getting into the passenger seat of his pick-up truck. Youâre dressed too nicely to be sat in such a beaten-up thing. Too pretty for it, too.
âWanna get something to eat?â the boy asks as he pulls out of the parking lot, talking over the Dio song blaring on the radio.
Heâs wearing his usual flannel vest over a tattered Metallica tee. The former is riddled with various vintage pins fitting for a metalhead. Down to his skull necklace, ripped jeans, and dirty sneakers â the two of you couldnât be more different.
You flip down the visor and use the mirror to put on a swipe of glittery lipgloss. You feel almost naked without it. âSlurpees?â you offer before smacking your mouth to spread the sparkly glaze.
âThatâs so not dinner,â Gareth laughs as he shakes his sandy curls.Â
You arch a manicured brow in his direction. âGot a better idea?â
âNope,â he concedes, popping the âp.â
Heâs got too much of a soft spot for you to deny you of anything. Perks of being the youngest sibling, you suppose.
You feel butterflies fluttering like crazy in your stomach, their wings brushing the edges of your ribcage as he pulls into the gas station â and itâs not because of the $1 Slurpees. Your stepbrotherâs best friend, Eddie Munson, usually deals drugs in the back parking lot on weekends. Like the absolute dreamboat he is.Â
Itâs been days since you last saw him. Six of them, to be exact, but itâs not like youâre counting or anything.
While Gareth waits in line to pay for your drink and his food, you decide to quell your yearning. Itâs much more like a hunger, though. Whatever innocent crush you used to have is far more salient now. You miss Eddie like a dinner you didnât get to eat â noticeably empty, weakened without his smile to bring you back to life.
You round the corner to the back lot and find him flipping through a wad of cash. He leans against the brick wall with one dirty sneaker kicked up against it. Despite the middle of summer head, he hasnât yet forgone his leather jacket and dark denim jeans duo. He looks killer, as usual â so you could only imagine how heâd look out of them.
When he hears the sound of footsteps scuffing against pavement, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. His gaze is halfway hidden beneath his fluffy bangs before he turns to face you wholly.Â
He grins at the sight of you, and you fill whole again.
âHi, Teddy,â you greet with a smile, stained blue from your raspberry Slurpee.
He rises on both feet and tucks the money into the back pocket of his baggy jeans. His head tilts to his shoulder as he looks at you, too cute for his own good. âWhatcha doinâ out here, princess?â
Your stomach flutters at the nickname youâve heard too many times to count.Â
âCame to see you,â you shrug innocently, curling your smile around the straw of your drink.
Eddie beams, brows raising in amusement and cheeks reddening at your answer. He hopes youâre too far away to see his cheeks glowing as pink as they are now. Heâd just blame it on the summer heat, anyway.Â
âReally?â he lilts, voice light and airy with mirth.
You shrug as you swallow down the fruity slushy. âGareth brought me for Slurpees.â
âHow sweet.â
âRight?â you hum with a blue-tinted smirk, slowing when you finally reach the boy. His weed-tinged, woody musk envelopes you completely â he might as well be embracing you. âBest brother ever.â
Gareth isnât really your brother, despite how often you call him that. Youâre related by marriage, not by blood. Youâve known him your entire life, though, so you figure you might as well be.
Eddie knows this, so he smiles and takes a rather dramatic step back from you. âAnd that is exactly why I have to stay approximately three feet away from you at all times, princess.â
âWhyâs that?â you squint at him.
When you take another step closer, he takes two more back.
ââCause heâs been threatening to beat my ass about dating you since we were thirteen.â
A smile quirks the right side of your lips. âWell, what he doesnât know wonât hurt him,â you lilt.
Eddieâs brows raise at the mischievous inflection in your words. This time when you step towards him, he stays in place. âYouâd really do that to him? To the âbest brother ever?ââ
You take another daring step towards him. Your chin tilts up to look at him in your ever-shortening proximity. âIâve done far worse things than think his best friend is hot, Teddy.â
âYeah?â the boy coos, chocolate eyes dancing with amusement as his chin dips to his chest to peer down at you. He makes the mistake of looking lower â at your breasts in your pretty little tank top and the silver of your stomach showing beneath the hem. He wants so desperately to hold you, despite everything that tells him he shouldnât. His best friend, namely.
âAnd whatâs that, princess?â the boy croons to you.
âI donât kiss and tell,â you blink innocently up at him, then shrug. âSorry.â
Eddie knows he shouldnât be jealous, but he is.Â
Youâre not his, but god, you were so good at making him feel like you were. You were around so often, always so sweet in your way â sometimes, it felt like you really did belong to him. The thought of his girl with someone else makes him feel like puking.
Jealousy radiates from him like steam, palpable enough for you to feel.Â
You grin.
âDonât worry, Teddy,â you singsong, taking another goddamn step closer. Eddie knows he should be taking a thousand more backward, but your chest brushes his torso and he forgets how to walk. âI only have eyes for you.â
The boy swallows through a tightening throat. He nods for a moment, trying to work up the courage to use his voice. Heâs scared that itâll break, and heâll lose all cool points with you. And heâs the rockstar, the older brotherâs best friend â he canât possibly have that.
âGood to know,â Eddie finally nods.
âDonât keep me waiting too long, though. Might have to find some other metalhead to give me attention.â
Your smile widens when his jaw clenches, honeyed glaze hardening at the thought of you finding someone else. Your heart flutters when you realize that he sees you as his. Heâs already been yours for a long, long time.
Gareth calls your name from a distance, muffled and far away. Itâs nearly inaudible, but it knocks Eddie from his stupor all the same. âYou should go, princess.âÂ
âMy parents usually go to bed around nine. Garethâs usually sucking in the ceiling by eleven,â you maunder suddenly, wide eyes sparkling with roguishness. âIf you park your van a few houses down around midnight, no one will be the wiserâŚâ
âYou want me to sneak into your bedroom?â Eddie laughs softly to himself. He hasnât done that since he was sixteen. He thought he was over chasing girls like that. Turns out, he wasnât really. Not when it came to you, at least.
âUh-huh,â you hum with a firm nod, lips wrapping around the red straw of your slushy right after.
âAnd whatâs in it for me, huh?â
Truth be told, Eddie couldnât give a shit. He already knows heâll be at your house at 12 oâclock sharp, climbing up your trellis like some kind of offbeat Spiderman. He just wants to hear you tell him something, anything â a wish for him to go on for the next several hours while heâs stuck dealing in the heat, thinking about you.
You donât answer him with words.
You rise on the tips of your toes, holding onto your Slurpee with one hand and using your free one to cup his cheek. You usher the boy softly towards you as you press your mouth to his. And itâs not the most heated kiss in the world or anything â just a languid, honeyed thing that makes your lips lock like they were made to do it.
Eddieâs idling hands rise to your waist. His ringed fingers squeeze the bare skin of your sides as he sighs against your mouth. You taste cold and sweet â like blue raspberry and ice and lipgloss â his savior in this heat. The tip of his nose smushes against the side of yours, desperate to melt with you entirely. He thinks it might be close to possible, having you so close in the sweltering summer evening.
Heâs breathless when you pull away from him.
âMore of that,â you answer through labored breaths. âAnd maybe a little extra, if youâre good.â
Eddie doesnât bother denying his want for you anymore. Fuck it, heâll just fight his best friend. He can take a punch if he has to, but heâs not sure Gareth could even throw one â especially not at the boy heâs known for practically half his life.
âYour bedroomâs the last window on the light, right?â Eddie asks through rosy, kiss-bitten lips.
âYeah,â you grin, backing slowly away from him. âIâll leave my light on.â
He nods until the words catch up with him. âOkay.â
âSee you then, Teddy.â
When you turn the corner for the main parking lot, Eddie can finally breathe again.Â
The air is noticeably less sweet without you around.
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gen-z driver getting interviewed by jenson and all the drivers making fun of her for stumbling over her words
BE YOUR WINGMAN
pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / daniel ricciardo x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader
warnings: I donât think there are any (?).
authorâs note: been wanting to do this one for a while now, Iâm not totally proud of it, but wanted to share it anyway! hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it!
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âYeah, no points today, but Iâm confident weâre able to bounce back next weekend.â Daniel answered Jensonâs question on how the race went.
The Sky F1 booth was crowded with Jenson Button, Martin Brundle and Natalie Pinkham interviewing both Daniel Ricciardo and Sebastian Vettel.
The three presenters nodded as his answer. âSeb, how about you?â Natalie turned the question to him.
âEh, I think we could have scored more points today, we lost a lot of ground,â he had the urge to roll his eyes at the reminder, âthe pace was good, so we can take that to the next race.â He finished up, politely.
Martin was about to change the subject, but Daniel pointed to something behind the camera which caught everyoneâs attention. âLook who it is!â
âY/N! Come on up here!â Natalie called the young woman over, who was visibly embarrassed as she simply wanted to pass through to go to her teamâs hospitality.
The driver shook her head, waving her hands that she wanted to leave, but no one was having it. âIâll let you stand next to Jenson, Y/N!â Daniel grinned from ear to ear.
One of the producers handed her a mic and she was practically pushed onto the small podium by her PR assistant.
Y/N quickly greeted everyone, giving Sebastian and Daniel a side hug. She wanted to stand in-between her two colleagues, but they moved themselves so she was right next to Jenson.
Her âcrushâ on the former World Champion had been a running joke ever since she was a rookie. It started with an old interview of an 11 year-old Y/N saying that one of her life goals was to marry Jenson Button.
âY/N, you had a much better race than your friends over here, P4, how are you feeling now?â Martin asked her.
She took a deep breath before answering. âUh, too bad to miss the podium, especially cause the gap was very small. Iâm excited for next week, though and, uh, yeah.â She awkward wrapped up, a bit too flustered with her close proximity to the Brit next to her.
âBesides the top 2, it was a very close race today and I think you did everything you could, so well done.â Jenson complimented her, looking directly at her.
Y/N nervously avoided his eyes, deciding to focus on something in the far distance. âOh, uh, t-thank you.â She stuttered.
The red tint on her cheeks and ears didnât go unnoticed. âSheâs gone very red.â Sebastian teased, pointing at the younger one.
Everyone at the panel turned towards her and chuckled at her trying to cover her cheeks. âA small tomato.â Martin joked.
âItâs just very warm here.â Y/N defended herself, but everyone knew it wasnât the weather.
Daniel nudged her shoulder. âSheâs been very sad the past few weeks, cause Jenson announced heâs getting married soon.â The Australian continued the teasing.
Her hands covered her face again as everyone laughed at her despair. âPoor Y/N, she wasnât able to fulfill one of her dreams.â Natalie commented, a bright smile on her face knowing the viewers were loving this.
âShe still has time.â Daniel added, having too much fun at the moment. âYou have a few more months.â He glanced at her.
âShut up, Daniel!â Y/N jokingly slapped his arm to everyoneâs amusement at their banter.
The McLaren driver simply laughed as he put his hands on both of her shoulders. âIâm trying to be your wingman here.â
âI donât think she needs one.â Sebastian said into the microphone, looking at the pair.
âY/N, do you often take Daniel with you when youâre looking for a potential partner?â Natalie asked her, although it was obvious she wasnât looking for a serious answer.
The young driver jokingly rolled her eyes. âNot anymore, he scares everyone away with his weird noises.â She teased the Australian back.
âI think theyâre very effective!â Daniel argued.
âTheyâre effective if the purpose is to keep me single forever.â Y/N but back.
The two went back-and-forth with each other for a few more minutes. Sebastian and Jenson watched in amusement, while Natalie and Martin tried to subtly interrupt so they could wrap up the segment.
âAny plans left for tonight or straight onto the plane?â Martin asked them.
âPlane!â Sebastian and Daniel chorused. Jenson glanced at the girl next to him. âAnd you, Y/N?â
âIâm gonna dig a hole and throw myself in it after weâre done here.â She answered, her monotone voice making everyone laugh at her answer.
Daniel couldnât help but throw one last remark at her. âYou probably want Jenson to join you in there.â
Y/N waved at the camera as soon as the words left his mouth. âGoodnight, everyone!â The whole panel cackled as they watched her leave. âSee you all next week!â
She walked off the platform and gave the microphone back to the producers. Y/N waved at everyone from behind the camera, not wanting to be rude and leave without a proper goodbye.
âSheâs going to dig that hole now.â Sebastian commented, a grin on his face.
Jenson chuckled. âSheâll probably throw Daniel in it instead of herself.â
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Itâs tough for me to have a casual conversation with someone about The Beatles. You see, a lot of people know me as âthe girl who loves The Beatlesâ, so at parties people come up to me, they make the innocent mistake of approaching me while Iâm 3-4 drinks in, and they ask me, âso you really like The Beatles huh?â a harmless, get to know you kind of question, an ice breaker if you will. And at first, I have to pretend to be cool about it. Iâm like âyeah, thatâs me! Big Beatles Fan over here!â And theyâll be lulled into a false sense of security and start asking me questions they think are fun party questions to ask someone. So they ask me, they say âWhatâs your favorite song?â And I tell them, I canât possibly choose. There are so many to choose from, it depends on my mood, the time of day, what color Iâm wearing, the weather outside. Are we talking early Beatles, middle-era or late stage Beatles? Is it a ballad or a rocker? What album is it on? Is it a John song, Paul song or a George song? Who produced the song? Etc etc
and I can see their eyeballs start to bulge as they realize, perhaps this was not the casual conversation they were hoping to have at their friends birthday party. So I grin and shake my head and backpedal and let them know if I had to choose, with a gun to my head, Iâd probably say the Abbey Road Medley. this puts them back at ease, i can see them silently thank god, because they know what Iâm talking about, theyâve heard that one and they probably like it too! We discuss which parts are best (Bathroom Window) and which parts arenât as strong (Mr. Mustard). But then Iâll forget to be cool and start telling them about how the guitar solos on The End are actually Paul George and John taking turns, and how itâs probably the last time any of them played together in the studio and how devastating that is when you take into account the title of the song and the fact that they knew it was all coming to a closeâŚ. But only if you consider Abbey Road to be the last Beatles album, which is a hot button topic considering Let It Be came out in â70âŚ
So they look at me and nod, looking Nervous again. Then, thinking theyâre saving themselves by changing the subject, they ask me another fun, easy to answer, non-loaded party question: âso why DID they break up???!!â
See, thatâs when I have to make a decision. Do I give this person the PhD defense they never asked for? Do I shut down the conversation right there and then? Do I TRY to give them the short answer theyâre looking for (keeping in mind, Iâm a little tipsy)?
I usually try to make the answer short but every time it ends up into a dissertation. And god, help me. I can SEE them lose interest with every passing second. Their eyes glaze over, theyâre on their fourth or fifth âdamn, thatâs crazyâ. But Iâm grabbing their arm, white knuckled and crazed, frantically pleading with them: âthereâs a lick in Beef Jerky that sounds IDENTICAL to the lick in Let Me Roll It, which goes to show these two men couldnât stop writing together even when they were separated for years, and they continue to write together 40+ after Johnâs DEATH and isnât their story the most TRAGIC AND HEARTBREAKING LOVE STORY OF OUR TIME????!!!!!
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The first part of this Au that I went out with so funny thank you for answering it I hope you were able to rest and stuff but anywho
I feel like after those first two parts I feel like RedRobin and Batman have questions about the Ghost King and Vlad relationship like they're asking questions
And the Klarions / Phantom children and the kids keep just dropping he with to college with our mom's parents, he would take kidnap mom and locked him in a basement, he's legally mom's godfather, he tried to marry grandmother on multiple occasions
I just feel like Dan anytime he gets the moment gets mad at him and goes like until you pay the 8.5 million you owe mom in child support is the day that you can call me your son ectoplasm donor.
Also I would find it so funny if outside of their Klarion thing they live with Vlad time from time again when Danny is overwhelmed or need someone to watch over them and the the rest of the people he's friends with in the Infinite Realms can't do it and are friends with the Wayne children
I feel like Duke will be having a heart attack when you realizes that he goes the same high school class as Dan or that Ellie and Dick best friends back when they were children for funsies
Also the reveal of Teekls has never been a cat it's going to get on doctor fate's nerves cuz he knows damn well that things never been a cat also I feel like all of them have the power to rip Dr Fate out of whoever he's possessing body and always he's pulling that power on him anytime they get the chance
Also a review of the fact that Teekl has never been a cat until when like Batman or Red Robin pov
Have I ever mentioned I love your ideas and how fun they are? Cause damn this had me laughing while reading it already.
Also glad the first two parts were still fun despite the mishaps that happed while writing :D
Also I skipped over the Teekl Part for the moment since I didn't know how to tie it in at the moment...
Sooooo anyway.... here we go again~ (sorry if its a bit short...)
Part 1 Part 2
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Red Robin was intrigued, worried and on several levels suspicious as he watched the interaction between the ones that had been Klarion, the current Klarion and Vlad Masters. He had also a lot of questions, he really wanted answers to but for now he held back.... partially. Vlad Masters was a contact Batman had brought in when the situation with the Demon became more dangerous than they originally expected.
John Constantine had mentioned they would need a even stronger force to really drive that Demon back and off handedly mentioned that something like an Ancient or a Ghost King would be needed. And wouldn't you know, Batman knew someone that claimed to have contacts with a Ghost King or rather THE Ghost King. And as luck would have it, Vlad Masters was in Gotham because of one of his relentless attempts at striking a business deal with Bruce Wayne. (That really had been an unexpected luck but by now Red Robin was also suspecting something else was at play.... [Like a bored Ancient of Time])
Well either way now he was watching, just a step behind his mentor, how Batman was grilling Vlad Masters on his relations to the Ghost King, since apparently they (the hero's assembled) wouldn't need to do anything anyway since the Ghost King was handling the demon threat. Red Robin did realise that not all heroes present were convinced but what else could they do but wait right now? Since according to Klarion their Mom aka the Ghost King was already dealing with the situation.
So with that happening, the well known bat-paranoia, curiosity, suspicion and need to know every good damn detail of a situation arose full force. Not that Red Robin minded, as mentioned before, he had a lot of questions too. Plus he wasn't so sure if the other Heroes had caught it but there were some disturbing things Klarion and is siblings sort of dropped that really needed clearing up.
While Batman was grilling Vlad Masters, Red Robin listened in but then decided to his own sort of questioning with Klarion, the current one.
"So... you called Vlad Masters 'old man'? And your suit is in the 'old man's style'?" the question was asked directly to the current Klarion. Since they were apparently here just to watch Red robin was sure he could just try having a sort of civil talk with his questions.
Klarion on the other hand grumbled crossing his arms, before uncrossing them again to pet the demon cat on his shoulder. "I just went with his dumb vampire look but more fancy and classic and less insane colouring."
The arched eyebrow stayed sort of hidden under his mask but it was there and Red Robin knows that tone Klarion used. It's the same Red Hood has when he begrudgingly admit do doing something the way Batman would. Which raises the a question he already had on his mind, how he could interpret Klarions use of 'old man'. Which would give Batman even more incentive to question Vlad Masters on his relation to the Ghost King. Also for now he was going to ignore the 'dumb vampire look' part, but he did note it down in his mind for later.
"Vlad Masters is your 'old man'?" There probably was a way to ask a little more subtle or nice but they were waiting for the Ghost King to beat up a Demon and he was making small talk with subtitle questioning with Klarion. So sue him for being blunt after all. Also the face Klarion was making right after he said.
"Well Far Frozen gets a hot summer." Was the instant reply and Red Robin blinked unter his mask. There probably was some information he was missing behind that reply.
"Ew no! He wishes though. But Vlad is like double or triple our Mom's age! He even went to collage with Grandpa Jack and Grandma Maddie!" Misrule suddenly interjected apparently done pestering Nightwing as she leaned over Klarion, resting her head on his and causing Teekl to hiss at her. Well that certainly got his attention now and with the way he saw, form the corner of his eyes, Batmans head wipe their way and then back at Vlad Masters it certainly also got his mentors.
"He wishes...? Triple your Moms.... age? The Ghost King?" His mental information board was getting more and more chaotic with the information he was getting.
"He acts like we are his kids and has a right to be called Dad by us." Misrule shrugged dismissively to which Klarion growled, he growled! Red Robin was tempted to check his ears because this was the first time he heard Klarion growl towards his sister.
"The day I call your DNA and my ecto donor anything with the context of father is the day he pays Mom the millions of child support he owns him and additional pays for emotional and physical distress." Okay, Red Robin was not ashamed to say he did a double take at Klarions growl and the fact that several alarm bells went off hin his mind with that one sentence alone.
"Mom has his own castle and riches from the previous King. Not like we would actually need that money. Plus Vlad does pay for your school tuition." Misrule answered her brother, complete ignoring the fact that Red Robin was having a mental crisis and thinking that Vlad Masters might even be an even greater threat, then just a weird and suspicious potential business partner and that the reason he has a summoning stone for the Ghost King might be a custody thing regarding Klarion and his siblings.
So with all these things what did Red Robins brain decide to focus on? "Vlad Masters pays your school tuition? No wait you go to school?"
There was an awkward moment Red Robin received two very similar looking deadpan stares from Klarion and Misrule, the first Klarion.
"Of course I go to fucking school Mom would kill... well no thermos ground me if I didn't." Another drop of information Red Robin didn't know how to handle, what the hell does 'thermos ground' even mean? Was that like their version of grounding?
"Oh isn't today like a school night?" Misrule suddenly piped up pinching her brothers check and Red Robin felt weirdly reminded of some of the interactions he used to have with his siblings. It was strange to see Klarion like that.
"Shit... I forgot to do my part of my group project with Duke..." Klarion grumbled and Red Robin did a double take once more, blinking several times as there was a very very important information drop here, his head snapped towards Nightwing in hopes that the other had also caught it and thankfully, he had and while Signal wasn't present at the moment because he had done day patrols already and had been barely awake anyway when this whole Demon mess started.... they had gotten a hint of figuring out Klarions identity, they were certainly going to use later.
For now they had some more red flags to investigate in regards to the relation of Vlad Masters, the Ghost King, Klarion and Klarion's siblings.
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Little Bonus (Next day after Demon Crisis):
"Hey Duke, who are you working with in a group project?"
"Huh oh that is Dante Masters-Nightingale."
"Masters-Nightingale? As in Vlad MASTERS?"
"Yeah, that what he said his temporary guardian's name is that pays for his schooling."
"Wait didn't I go with Danielle Nightingale-MASTERS to school too? We were like besties in school!"
"Oh god...."
"Tim, you okay you look very pale. Are you okay? Dick too..."
"BRUCE! VLAD MASTERS NEEDS TO BE PUT ON THE RED WATCH LIST AND WE NEED TO TALK WITH THE GHOST KING ASAP!"
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smth abt your recent 141 post gave me a thought.
somebody need to get these boys into a club, flashing lights, music and dancing, fun drinks and flashy y2k reader whoâs lowkey an absolute party animal?? or an ex party animal, teehee anyways,,
imagine how fun itâd be dragging johnny onto the dance floor, drunkenly screaming that âthis is my FAVORITE song!!â
i just see fics of them at bars and i just need to see them up in a clubđŤđŤ
thank you so much for requesting! i LOVE drunken club energy so much (something about going to a club and drinking a weak rum and coke on a thirsty thursday really does it for me). this totally fit the vibe of a previous request so please enjoy a little cameo of the best 2000s aesthetic character, Storm!
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summary: The 141 decides to allow you to pick the place for some drinks while on leave. You take the opportunity to get absolutely hammered and sing your heart out to some 2000s hits.
pairing: Taskforce 141 x reader (codename: Storm)
warnings: swearing
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"I thought they said we were going for drinks," Gaz shouted to Ghost over the loud 2000s dance music that blared on the dance floor. Gaz had found his way back to Price and Ghost after you had dragged him to the beats of Low by Flo Rida. After the chorus, you and your low-rise jeans and Harley Davis tiny top had disappeared with Soap in hand. He figured you would emerge eventually as he took a large gulp of his beer that appeared to be hot pink underneath the neon lights. "I am never letting Storm pick again," Ghost said and Gaz strained to hear him. But by the look of how drunk he was getting over the sugary drinks, it was clear Ghost was trying to make the most out of the experience.
"Here they come," Price yelled, almost as if he was delivering a warning, as you emerged from the crowd. Sweat coated your face and perfectly complicated the loose glitter from your makeup and the mingling crowd. Soap followed close behind, somehow losing his shirt after the three-minute song. "What happened out there?" Simon couldn't help but ask as you and Soap chugged the remainder of your dirty shirleys. "Met some Scousers," Soap breathlessly answered, "shirt went with 'em." The group laughed loudly as Soap fanned his sweating torso. "How'd you find this place, Storm?" Gaz asked, leaning forward closer to the group. "Went here a lot in sixth form and the summer before enlisting," you answered. You remembered the long nights and the hoarse voices you left with. You also remembered the paracetamol and glass of water affectionately left on your bedside table.
You continued to exchange wild stories about your drunken adventures including the time you threw up in someone's designer Juicy Couture bag. "And you still party like a teenager," Price couldn't help but tease as you threw your head back in laughter. "Don't see you complaining about all the compliments you've been getting, Captain," you quipped back. Almost on schedule, a young woman passed by the Captain and sent an air kiss his way with her glossed lips. You held your drink in the air and shared a toast with the group as you celebrated the woman's flirtations. Before Price could respond back, you could hear the beginning of your favorite early 2000s hits.
You jumped up, sloshing the drinks on the small metallic table. "Oh my god," you screamed, "this is my favorite song!" Unfortunately for Price and Soap, they were the nearest to you and your hands immediately began tugging them to the dance floor. Your sneakers squeaked against the floor as Soap relented but Price remained firmly in place. "I'm too old for this," Price said as he shook his head in dismay. "Whatever," you rolled your eyes, letting him fall back onto the plush couch, "but the next time there's a Britney song, I better see your boonie hat on the floor."
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Enter Sandman
Rafe Cameron x fem alternative reader!
After being hired by Rafe Cameron to be Wheezies music teacher, he asks you to give him his own lesson.
Hi so this is kinda short and I lowkey wanna burn it. And is it self inserted? Yes. But thatâs fine. Anyway. Warnings! Oral! Male receiving! Daddy kink! Unprotected sex and praise requested by @gri959 I hope you like it baby!!! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx and barely proofread please be nice to me Iâm sensitive.
Getting the email that Rafe Cameron hired you to be Wheezies music instructor truly was the last thing you expected Monday morning after opening your computer. You scoffed and had half a mind to reject the offer. Youâd known each other through high school and he was an asshole to you. Made fun of your pogue status, style and your role in the band you were in. Youâd even slapped him across the face one morning when heâd really pissed you off.
But you were both adults now. And the pay wasnât something you could afford to say no to. Wheezie was requesting singing and guitar lessons. You worked for a company that sent you to Kooks homes for hour sessions. Sometimes two if they doubled the offer. You were scheduled today at four to go to his house.
It gave a list of her experience in the email and it wasnât much. Sheâd briefly been in choir before her fathers death completely changed her schooling. You honestly felt sorry for her. First the loss of her father and now she was apparently living with Rafe.
You sighed and went to your music room where you kept special instruments and books for students. You selected a small electric acoustic guitar, one with a smaller body and thinner neck to accommodate her size. It was smooth to the touch as you gently picked up the case as you slung the bag filled with beginner books across your body and made your way out of the door of your apartment.
The house was even larger than youâd imagined when you arrived and parked in the driveway. You swallowed to give your dry mouth moisture as your boots crunched the pavement as you walked the path to the front porch.
You square your shoulders and ring the door bell.
Wheezie answered and gave you a grin. Her eyes brightened as she swept them over your instrument and she ushered you inside. âYouâre right on time!â
âYeah! I try to be.â You smiled at her as she walked you to the living room, the large space immaculately clean. You felt nervous to sit down in fear youâd mess up a pillow or something.
The first twenty minutes you established goals, genre, her vocal type and finally a lesson plan. She was a willing student and picked up on the first round of exercises rather quickly. A spark of excitement went through you as you adjusted her fingers on the neck of the guitar, she wasnât quite strong enough to make a lot of noise on the strings but it wasnât bad.
âYou can stop watching us, weirdo.â She says and breaks your concentration as you tune your guitar again and your head snaps to the right.
Rafe was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his expression intrigued as he studied your hands holding the neck and body as you absentmindedly strummed. âOh, hey.â You forced a polite smile and he nodded.
You stand and gently place the instrument on the stand. You walk over to him, listening as Wheezie hums her exercise and attempts a power chord. âThank you for hiring me. I was surprised to see the email.â
He shrugs with a little eye roll. âYeah, well youâre good. I remember you playing back in high school.â You snort and cross your arms.
âYeah? I remember you being an asshole to me.â You remark and he gives you a half smirk.
âHow can I make it up to you? Wanna teach me a couple things? You can show me how to play Enter Sandman. Isnât that what your band played at the competition?â
âAnd won.â You smiled and he chuckled. âYou serious about me teaching you something?â
âSure. I mean Iâm going to have to hear it for months arenât I? Might as well fuck around a little.â You bristle at the flippant wave of his hand before nodding. âWe can go in here.â He gestures with his head before walking to the other room.
âHang tight, okay?â You tell Wheezie who gives you a half hearted mhm.
You follow him after grabbing your guitar, trailing after his tall body as he meanders to the kitchen and sits down at the table. âWhat? You donât want Wheezie to hear you?â You raise your eyebrows.
âSheâs fine. Are you afraid to be alone with me or something?â Rafe challenges and goosebumps rise on your arms.
âNo. Of course not. I just donât know why youâd want to hide your poor attempt at playing a secret.â You snort and he scoffs.
âYou think Iâll be terrible? My own teacher, doubting me? Iâm hurt, baby.â He places a hand on his heart and your own flutters at the nickname before you clear your throat.
âWell, letâs get started.â
He takes the guitar and places it across his lap. Rafe runs his fingers along the strings, testing them as his rings squeak against them. You move to settle in the seat next to him before he bends his hand awkwardly, his wrist shifting and you quickly stop him.
âNo, no, see if you do that, itâs going to hurt overtime. What you want to do is relax your wrist,â you step behind him and lean down, adjusting his hold. Your mouth inches away from his ear. âOkayâŚthatâs better. Good job,â You mutter and you notice a patch of his skin heating.
Rafe moves in his chair, his legs spreading wider and you place your fingers on top of his. âPerfect. Thatâs great. Just keep the pressure there. Donât strain your arm.â
âMmm, sounds like you enjoy telling me what to do, huh?â He quips and you pause. You go to move around him but he catches your arm. âNo, keep going. I like hearing you boss me around.â He winks.
You roll your eyes before settling behind him again, your chin rests on the back of the chair as you strum with him. Rafeâs hand strength allowed him to make more noise with the strings but you noticed his lap. The way his body shifted. He was fucking hard. And thatâs when you had an idea.
âYou knowâŚI think we should make sure youâre really paying attention.â He half turns at your words.
âYeah? Howâs that?â
You shrug and trail a finger along his shoulder and arm before you sink to the floor in front of him with a smile.
âPlay exactly what I showed you. And try not to mess up.â You tell him as your hands find his belt, you undo it and tug his pants down. You palm him in the middle of his boxers, feeling his cock against your hand and he inhaled sharply, hitting the wrong note.
âRafe. Try again.â You pull down his underwear to his mid thigh, his heavy dick slapping against his thigh and you moan at the sight of precum leaking from the tip. âIf you donât fuck up, Iâll let you cum.â You order him and swipe your tongue along the vein before dragging it out. You spit on your hand and find his balls, massaging them as you kitten lick his tip.
You take him between your lips, his soft skin against yours as you dig your nails into his thighs and he huffs out a breath but he plays the correct chord. You take more of him down your throat, your tongue working the underside of his cock as you start to move your head around and he hits an incorrect one. You start to pull back a little but he quickly corrects it. âMmmm,â you moan as he hits the back of your throat.
âNot-fucking-fair.â He hisses as he continues to shakily strum as you gag around him before sloppily pulling off him, arousal pooling out of your mouth and your core tightening from his dark gaze on your face.
âWho said I play fair?â You challenged with a smirk and he growls before setting the guitar down on the floor, reaching forward to haul you on his lip.
âYou wanna fucking play a game? Fine. But donât forget whoâs in charge here, baby girl.â Rafe slaps your ass and lowers you down on his cock, your covered cunt soaked as you grind down on him, your hips moving in a slow rocking motion. His hand moves to cup your neck.
âDirty girl. Wanting to ride my dick with someone in the other room? Making yourself my own little fuck toy.â He squeezes your throat a little tighter as your hands settle on his shoulders, gripping tight as he slides your panties to the side and sinks you down on his cock.
His shaft fills you to the brim as you settle onto him, throwing your head back as you jerk your pelvis and take him more, your lips finding the crook of his neck and you suck his skin, making sure to leave a little bite mark.
âFuck-â he exhales and his fingers find your hair, pulling tightly. âGonna make you spill with my cum. You gonna take it like a good girl? Take daddyâs cum in that sweet pussy?â
You whimper against him as he guides you while you bounce, his grip sliding to your tits and he gives them a gentle squeeze, testing the waters before your climax approaches while he pinches your nipples. Your cum gives him extra slick as he jolts harder, his own release spilling into you and ropes of cum fill your insides.
It drips out of your cunt and onto his lap. You both tremble as he holds you close, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. âSo. How did I do for our first lesson, baby girl?â He smirks with a half laugh.
You shake your head and climb off, adjusting your fumbled clothes. âNot bad.â You look him in the eye and cast a glance over your shoulder. âBut I need to get back to your sister.â
âYeah. You will. And then youâll come back to me. I really wanna test how good of a teacher you are. I already forgot all the shit you showed me. I think I need a reminder.â
As you walk away, you realize something. Your panties are gone and you half turn to see him pocketing them with a wicked grin.
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Love your writingsâ¤ď¸ They are so unique.
Jealousy | Lewis Hamilton
Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: None
A/N: Hi lovelies. This took a while to write because I had so many scenarios running through my head and finally settled on this one. Sorry if it ended abruptly, itâs literally 2am and also, sorry for the disappointing title lol.. I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you guys enjoy - thank you anon for requesting .xx
(Y/BF/N) - Your Best Friends Name
(Y/F/N) - Your Friends Name
I couldnât believe that the time has come for my best friend to get married. She beat me to it. I was over the moon for her at the time she FaceTimed me to share the news, fast forward to the present, itâs her bridal shower day. Of course, I, as her best friend, had to be the one to throw her a bridal shower sheâll never forget.
I felt awful when I found out that Lewisâ was arriving back on the same day as the bridal shower, though I did let him know beforehand and it wasnât a big deal since Iâd only be away for a few hours.
I got ready quite early to help some of the girls set up at (Y/BF/N)âs house. Luckily one of the other girls made it their sole duty to distract (Y/BF/N) for the day so we didnât have to worry about that.
At perfect timing, (Y/BF/N) had a blindfold on her eyes and was lead through to the house. Once the 3 seconds were over, we gave her the go ahead to remove the blindfold which made us all erupt in screams.
The formalities followed with all of us playing games, dancing and just acting silly. That was until the real entertainment had arrived. We all heard a buzz at the door and the music was switched off. We all played along and insisted that (Y/BF/N) should answer the door since itâs her house anyway. Two police officers were at the door, âMaâam, I believe we received a noise complaint from your fellow neighbour.â
âOh my- Iâm so sorry about that. Weâll turn the music downâ (Y/BF/N) said worried. âMay we come in ?â The officer asked. (Y/BF/N) stepped aside since she was so scared and worried⌠little did she know what was coming. âLadies, turn it upâ both officers said as I changed the song. Hats were thrown, sunglasses tossed aside, and shirts were ripped open. All the girls erupted in screams yet again and were fangirling so hard.
I stepped aside and watched the fun, as did (Y/F/N) alongside me since she felt uncomfortable, and she was also in a relationship. The rest of the girls were single, obviously except for (Y/BF/N), but they were having the time of their life. (Y/F/N) and I had a good laugh as we cheered on the girls who were enjoying it a little too much.
After all the fun was over, we took pictures with the guys, not thinking that one of us would think of posting these pictures online. We spent the rest of the night having a laugh at old memories and some of the girls were giving (Y/BF/N) advice as if they have already been married which was the biggest joke of all.
Some of the girls were drunk and so was (Y/BF/N), as much as I wanted to stay, I couldnât abandon Lewis knowing heâs waiting for me at home. Luckily quite a number of the girls were sober, so they were staying behind to look after them for the night. I was so excited to get back home to Lewis and couldnât wait to see him. It didnât even cross my mind that my picture with the police officers was viral on social media since some fans follow my friends.
Once arriving home, I rushed in my heels to our front door, eager to see Lewisâ face. âBaby, Iâm home !â I called for him. The only noise I could hear was the faint noise coming from the gym.
I watched him do some boxing on the punching bag. Shirtless with beads of sweat dripping down his abs. I think I was drooling. I whistled as I got closer to him, âHey sexy. I missed youâ I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in for a hug. I kissed his cheek, then noticing that he didnât hug me back. âAre you okay ?â I asked concerned. He remained silent and continued punching the bag. âLew ? Whatâs wrong ?â I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.
He shook his head at me, âUhm care to explain as to what got you so upset ?â I raised a brow. He shut his eyes for a second and stopped punching. He huffed before answering, âYou know what you did.â âWell obviously I donât ? What the hell is going on ?â I asked as I grew angry. âHow could you go out tonight and do that knowing I was coming back home today ?â He asked frustrated. âDo what ?â I asked baffled.
âHow could you allow those male strippers all over you ? Youâre the one that hosted the bridal shower so that only means that you called them !â He stated. âWhat are you even talking about ? Yeah, I called them but Iâm not getting your point ?â I answered confused. âDoes this ring a bell ?â He asked as he then showed me my picture taken in between the two shirtless male strippers. âThis went viral. Everyone is already talking about how we broke up and here you moved on by posing with these guysâ he said as he then placed his hands on his hips.
âLew what the actual hell. Why didnât you call me then if this was bothering you ? For your information, I didnât even get involved when those guys came. Yeah, I called them, but the girls are all my witnesses that I stood aside with (Y/F/N) since weâre the only ones in a relationship. Those guys respected us standing aside from the fun, the only reason (Y/F/N) posted was to thank meâ I was pissed off. I notice how the jealousy and anger dropped as his face softened. âBabe Iâm so-â he started. âSave itâ I held my hand up to stop him as I left the room.
I guess he took a hint to leave me alone and give me some space. I was packing away my jewellery and heels in our walk-in closet when I heard the bathroom door shut. I tried to kill some time until he was done before I went to have a shower. Once I was done, I did my nightly routine and wore my satin pyjamas before leaving the bathroom.
I walked into the room to see him sat up against the headboard with his phone in hand. I then walked over to my side of the bed and grabbed my pillow - I could literally feel his burning gaze on me - I was prepared to sleep in the guest room for the night just because Iâm petty. âSweetie, where are you going ?â He asked. âTo be away from youâ I said as I stopped in my tracks with my back facing him before leaving the room. âOh my daysâŚbabeâ he groaned as he got up from the bed and ran to stop in front of me.
âBaby pleaseâŚIâm so sorry. Please forgive me. I was just jealous, and I missed you so much. Seeing you with those guys got me upset because we havenât been together for 2 weeksâ he pouted as he engulfed me in a hug with his face nuzzled in my neck. âLew, you shouldâve known better to jump to conclusions. Besides that, who needs them when I have youâ I smirked as he then looked at me with a grin. âThatâs what I thoughtâ he grinned as he then placed a hand under my chin to pull me in for a kiss. âI felt like kicking myself seeing you in that dressâ he said in between kisses. âWell, you can make up for itâ I smirked as he then lifted me up to wrap my legs around his torso.
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Maybe colt comforting reader when things for her film arenât going right đŤśđ˝đŤśđ˝
Colt comes to your rescue (clumsily) when you have a hard day. fem!reader, 1k words
Very minor plot spoilers for The Fall Guy (2024) if any
âI think heâs mad at you.âÂ
You pause where youâd been scrubbing your eyes with your hands, though you donât look at him. Colt Seavers seems to follow you everywhere you go, and consequently plays witness to your many breakdowns. âThanks, Colt. Thatâs astute.âÂ
âAre you mad at me? Why are you mad at me? Itâs been ten seconds,â he complains. He has a unique talent for sounding flirty and needy at once.Â
âNo, Colt. Iâm tired, itâs been a long day.âÂ
Colt is grinning when you meet his eyes. He has blood, fake or real undetermined, drying in the scruff of his facial hair. You gesture to yourself in a slow circle in the approximate area, to which Colt smiles again.Â
âYou look perfect,â he says confidently.Â
âYou have blood in your beard.âÂ
âOh, right.âÂ
You sigh heavily, taking the few paces back to a stack of safety mattresses for a quick break. Youâll get up and help whoever needs helping as soon as you can feel your toes. Colt stays where he is, squinting against the sun, strands of blonde ends kissing his tan forehead. The summer shoots are good for him, he always looks so beachy. Youâre exhausted all the time.Â
As he notices. âAre you getting enough sleep?â he asks.Â
âYeah.âÂ
ââCos I was sleeping badly and then I got this new mattress that has four hybrid layers, thereâs a foam layer, and then thereâs titanium springs,â âhe sees your distant expression and his own flickersâ âanyways, you could try it if you want. Test it out with me. Orâ Not with me. With me if you want. Weâd have fun. But not with me if you donât want to.âÂ
Youâd laugh if you had the energy. âDo you wanna sit down?â you ask.Â
âGod, yes, please.âÂ
He has another talent for being insanely handsome no matter the day. You look like youâve been badly rewarmed before serving, where he looks like he rolled out of bed with a smile. Heâs smiling at you now, the foolish kind thatâll fluster you if you let him do it for too long. âStop,â you say quietly.Â
âYouâre doing amazing.âÂ
âThank you. Youâre the only person who thinks so, unfortunately.âÂ
You smile at him weakly. Worried you look pathetic, you turn your face to your lap and clasp your fingers together.Â
âThatâs not true. Mayview is old-fashioned, thatâs all, he was around when they were still killing horses on TV.âÂ
You grimace. âYikes.â
âBut itâs the modern era. He doesnât get to make you feel like shit, or Iâll make him feel like shit.â He pretends to charge a sucker punch.Â
You lean forward a touch, not quite hugging your knees but tempted to fold in on yourself nonetheless, the heat of the sun a memory on your neck as the evening begins and cloud cover floods in.Â
The safety mattresses beneath you squeak and shush against each other. Your weight and Coltâs slides together slowly. He might be pushing himself a little with his boot, but you pretend not to notice as his hand comes to rest between your shoulders.Â
âI just canât do anything right,â you mumble.Â
As soon as youâve said it youâre hoping he canât hear you, but he does. He might have injured pretty much anything that can be fractured, sprained, or just plain broken, but he has stellar hearing. âYou do everything right. You do!â he says, quietly and passionately at once, âThey donât realise it, but youâre the glue keeping this whole thing together.âÂ
âWhat are you?â you ask, bemused.
His hand is warm on your shoulder, unafraid where he hesitates to answer, âI donât know. The test dummy? The guy who gets set on fire a lot?âÂ
âHow is that?âÂ
âWarm,â he says, beaming, his face so unexpectedly close that you can see the glucose shining in the blood on his cheek. Fake blood. âYou wanna try it? Iâm sure I could convince the guys.âÂ
âNo, Iâm okay.âÂ
His voice turns silky. âGood, I wasnât gonna let you anyway.âÂ
âLet me?âÂ
âYou could get hurt.â
You give in, melted maybe by his warm tones, or exhausted by a day of playing mom for a director who can barely tell his left from his right. Your face presses to his shoulder and your spine sags under his hand, prompting Colt to pull you flush against his side. He always waits for your signals for stuff like this, no matter how desperate he might confess to being. âCan you make them all leave me alone?â you mumble into his jacket, the fabric rough against your nose.Â
âObviously I can, but⌠We could run away.âÂ
âWhere would we go?âÂ
âI donât know. Somewhere sunny. You can rub sunblock on my back, I can hold the umbrella over your head while you read.âÂ
âThey have stands for that sort of stuff. Or you can shove it in the sand, you know.â
âI wanna do something nice for you,â he interrupts, the sound of a smile in his voice as he gives you a friendly jostle. âThatâs the point.âÂ
âYouâre plenty nice, Colt.âÂ
And he is. He saw you were upset and he came jogging upto you valiantly, and your side-armed cuddle is really pushing the pep back into your life. You take a few deep breaths under the weight of his arm before turning to him, brave, ready to go back to work if it means heâs gonna drive you home tonight. âThank you for caring.â You kiss his cheek, careful of the fake blood. âYouâre super nice.âÂ
You miss the heat of him the second you stand, but there really is work to do.Â
âIâm super nice?â he calls. âHow nice is super? Nice enough to get another one of those, or what? Are they by the metre?âÂ
You bite back a smile.Â
âHello? Can you hear me?â He must catch someoneâs eye. âShe canât hear me. Itâs cool. We like each other.âÂ
Nobody saves face quite like Colt.Â
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May I request Ran with âenemies/rivals to loversâ where Ran accidentally hurts reader (with his words), he goes too far. Usually they tease and make fun of each other but this really hurt y/n, maybe it was one of her insecurities. Anyways, he makes it up too her by taking her âstar gazingâ and apologizing to her. Thanks!!!!!!!!
â ran haitani // enemies to lovers // stargazing
â ËËË did i go overboard. well yes. but i chose this one in honor of changing my username ! im in love w this man ur honor. srsly tho i loveee writing the silly little banter with the ran fics its actually so fun :D hope yall enjoyyyy xoxo
â ËËË fem!reader implied
â ËËË wc ; 2.0k+
masterlist || 2k masterlist
youâre not exactly sure whatâs going on right now.Â
one moment, you were lazing around your apartment, watching a drama and eating all the junk food you could see, and the next moment you were slung over ran haitaniâs shoulder.Â
what?
if youâd known that answering the door would have resulted in this, you would have just ignored it.Â
âyou stupid motherfucker!! let me down right now!!â you yelled, wiggling around trying to escape. ranâs grip around you was iron tight, making it next to impossible to try and get out. âcan you just leave me the hell alone?! i was watching my drama!!âÂ
ânope.âÂ
âgod, youâre such a douchebag sometimes.â you sighed, feeling defeated. there was probably no way you were going to escape back to your apartment if you hadnât by this point, so you gave up. âwhat do you even want from me?? i thought you said you donât like to talk to girls who are nerds âcause they freak you out or something.âÂ
â...â
âare you even going to tell me where weâre going??âÂ
â...â
âran haitani!! answer me!!â ran said nothing once again, completely ignoring you as he exited your apartment building. as he kept walking, you heard the faint rumble of an engine, the rumble getting louder as he kept walking.Â
finally, his grip loosened around you, though you were a bit caught off guard by how gently he let you down from his shoulder. his hands held you steady by your waist as you stumbled a bit, feeling a bit dizzy from being upside down.Â
âran, seriously, whatâre you doingâŚ?â you muttered, brushing his hands off from you. âitâs like 9pm! why are you here?!âÂ
âget on.âÂ
âwhat?â you got no response, instead watching as he settled himself in the front seat of his motorcycle, which you now realized was the cause of the rumbling sound.Â
âare you going to get on?â ran asked, turning his head a bit to look at you. you think that your big mistake here was looking him in his eyes; when you saw the emotion and turmoil swirling in his hazy purple irises, you couldnât help but to oblige.Â
âfine, but only âcause youâre acting weird. if someone breaks into my apartment, you have to pay for everything since i know you didnât lock the door.â you muttered, getting on the back seat of his motorcycle.Â
you waited for the bike to revv up and for him to start driving, but he paused for a moment, seeming to be thinking. after a moment, he turned around and reached behind you, searching for something in the back compartment. that same cool expression was on his face, making you feel a bit dumb for feeling so flustered at the sudden lack of space between the two of you. for crying out loud, his face was right next to yours! how was he so calm?Â
you couldnât help but notice that he had foregone his usual braids, instead leaving his hair down. the way that his hair framed his face now covered the sharpness of some of his facial features, making him seem a lot less intimidating and more soft than he normally was.Â
he let out a small hum when he found what he was looking for, leaning back from you holding a helmet in his hands. he gently put it on your head, looking at you for a moment longer than was probably necessary before turning back around, his back to you.Â
what the hellâŚ
as ran started drive off, you realized that there was a con to him having his hair down; as he started to speed up, his hair whipped right in your face, making you sputter as you tried to avoid it.Â
âif itâs bothering you, come closer.â you heard him say. you had no idea what kind of face he was making right now, though it was probably the same cool and collected expression as always. what did he even mean by that? does he know how suggestive he sounds?Â
as much as you didnât like him, you also didnât like having his hair continuously assaulting your face, so you scooted a bit closer to him. as he said, it was a little bit better, though his hair was still getting in your face.Â
you were finally given a break at the next stoplight, giving you a moment to take in the cool nightâs air. despite the strange circumstances, you had to admit that being on a motorcycle always gave you a sense of comfort in some kind of way. you enjoyed feeling the wind on your face and seeing everything passing by; it made it seem like nothing else in the world mattered except for that moment.Â
suddenly, you felt yourself being pushed forward a whole lot more than was considered âfriendlyâ. your chest made contact with ranâs back, your head awkwardly propped near his shoulder. looking to the side, you realized that ran had hooked his arm around your back and had pushed you forward, which you found to be somewhat of a feat considering the distance between the two of you, (you supposed he had his lanky arms and stature to thank for that).Â
âhey! what the hell was that?!âÂ
âjust helpinâ you out, doll.âÂ
âwhatever.âÂ
despite the flippant way you muttered the word, you could feel the nervousness all bundled up inside you, twisting your stomach into knots. you werenât sure what to even think at this point; what was he even trying to do here? last time youâd seen himâŚ
âyou freak me out when you talk like that; youâre really gonna be single forever if you keep acting like that.âÂ
so what the hell was he doing now? why was he suddenly acting like nothing had happened?Â
although your thoughts were troubled by his strange behavior, you felt a bit awkward just leaning against him like a noodle, so you hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist, keeping your grip loose. there were no words exchanged between the two of you for the rest of the drive, which gave you plenty of time to try and decipher his odd behavior.Â
you werenât sure how much time passed before ran pulled over to the side of the road, slowing down and coming to a stop. your arms unwrapped themselves from around his waist and you leaned back, looking around.Â
he had brought you to a quiet part of the sumida river, the land around you slowly dipping until it met with the edges of the river. looking around, you couldnât see any part of tokyo or any city buildings closeby, making you wonder just how far away he had taken you.Â
âhey, where are we right now?â you asked, getting off of his bike and stretching a bit. âit feels like we came kind of a long way.âÂ
âi just followed the river for a bit. we arenât too far from tokyo.â ran answered, flipping the kickstand down as he got off his bike. he pocketed his keys and slipped his fingers through his hair, fixing it a bit after the wind messed it up a bit.Â
âso, are you going to tell me why weâre here?âÂ
âcome on.â ran walked in front of you, walking down the steep grassy hill towards the river. you reluctantly followed, jogging a bit to catch up with his long strides.Â
âyâknow, with the cryptic way youâre acting, i could think that you brought me here to murder me or something.âÂ
â...âÂ
âuh, ran? youâre not actually gonna murder me, right?âÂ
âno.âÂ
âokay, right.â the two of you reached the bottom of the hill, standing there for a moment before ran laid down. you were unsure of what exactly was going on, but you laid down next to him, getting a bit worried.Â
âheyâŚdid something happen? is everything alright?â you were facing the sky that was littered with stars, but you could tell that ran was taking a moment to think before saying something.Â
âyou could say that.âÂ
âhuh? what-?âÂ
âyouâve been avoiding me, havenât you?âÂ
â...â now you were the one who was silent, unsure of how to respond to his question. he was right; you had been avoiding him. it wasnât his fault that you had gotten butthurt over what was supposed to be a joke, but you hadnât been able to help your feelings. the two of you joked and insulted each other all the time, so why was it that you were so hurt over that one comment?Â
you already knew why, but you werenât going to tell him, not in a million years.Â
âyou know i didnât mean it.â
âi donât know, maybe you did.â you answered flatly. âi donât know why you even hang out with me. iâm always wondering if youâre gonna just up and leave one day and never talk to me again.âÂ
âi wouldnât do that to you.âÂ
âyou canât say itâs not outside of your character though, can you? youâve done that to other people, no?âÂ
âitâs different with you.â you laughed coldly at that, choosing to ignore it.Â
âwhy are you even bringing this up right now? why come all the way here to talk about this when we could have just talked outside of my apartment?â you peered over at ran, feeling a bit infuriated to see the same damn expression on his face as always.Â
âam i not allowed to do something to try and apologize?â he asked, suddenly sitting up and looking towards you. âyouâre right that iâve done that to other people, but youâre not other people. youâŚâ for the first time, you saw his face screw up in frustration, eyebrows scrunched together and lips pressed together. âfuckâŚyouâre just different, okay? i felt like shit after i said that crap, and i felt even more shitty when you started avoiding me. so-â he took a breath, his face going back to his usual calm expression. â-iâm sorry.âÂ
what. just. happened.
for a longer time than you would care to admit, you laid there staring at him with your mouth wide open, wondering if you were in the real world. to be fair, how were you supposed to believe this was real? the ran haitani, apologizing? to you?Â
âyouâŚyouâre not fucking with me, right?â you questioned, sitting up slowly.Â
â...no.â ran murmured, his gaze fixed on the river in front of you. âi can take you back home now, if you want.âÂ
âno!â ran quirked an eyebrow at you at your sudden response, his violet gaze turning to you. âi mean, uh, itâs fine. i like it here.â ran smirked a bit at your explanation, laying back down.Â
âyâknow doll, if i didnât know any better, i would say that youâre nervous right now. whyâre you nervous, hm?â the teasing lilt to his words made your cheeks feel warm, making you lay back down to avoid his gaze.Â
âyou think iâm nervous? iâm not nervous, i donât know what youâre talkingâŚaboutâŚâ your words tapered off as ran moved closer to you, his arm slipping under your frame and pulling you against him. he tucked your head under his chin, his arm moving to rest around your waist.Â
âhm, i guess youâre not nervous then. what a shame. youâre pretty cute when youâre nervous~â the close proximity allowed you to feel the vibrations of his voice rumbling through his chest as he spoke, making your heartbeat speed up exponentially.Â
âwhatâŚwhat do you think youâre-?â
âshh, look at the stars. thatâs why i brought you here.â for some reason, his words immediately shut you up, your emotions being too extreme to say anything snarky back. all you knew at that moment was ran; his voice and the teasing tone he always has, his hair thatâs splayed all around him making it seem like heâs an angel, his lazy purple eyes that are looking at you right now despite him saying to look at the sky.Â
âyou-â
âshh.â
you supposed that you could just look at the stars for now.
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Summary: Romantic night with your husband Leon. Thatâs it.
Gender: Smut with a touch of angst but very soft.
Pairing: ID!Leon Kennedy x Reader
Warnings: Just soft sex.
A/n: This is my first smut so donât make fun of me đ, iâve been wanting to write a story like- just vanilla sex because yâall are so kinky itâs scary LMAO. Anyways enjoy your reading and as always let me know your thoughts on the comments, Iâll be answering.
You and Leon were currently arriving from dinner at an Italianâs place, complaining that he couldâve made the exact same pasta at home but after the recent incident when he almost burned the entire house down, you werenât trusting him again on the kitchen.
Teasing him about his luck on cooking being the same as driving, he gave you a roll of his eyes before getting in the car to start the way home.
The car ride was filled with music on the background and occasionally some small talk between Leon and you as his hand caressed yours kissing it on every stop.
âTired?â He asked breaking the comfortable silence.
Turning to look at him, you answered.
âA little⌠Yeah.â You shrink from cold and you rub your arms up and down.
âWant me to turn the heater on?â He turned his head to look at you.
âItâs fine, we are about to arrive anyway.â You gave him a reassuring smile leaning a little him to kiss his cheek.
Smiling back, his eyes returned to the road again.
These types of rides were definitely your favorite, just you and Leon and nothing else to disturb you two after so many days of stress, you finally get to relax a little and pass time with eachother.
It surely has been a long time since you two got to relax and it saddened you.
After a few minutes you arrived home and of course Leon as the gentleman he is, opened the door for you.
âWhat a gentleman.â You tease him and you stepped out of the car.
âOnly for you maâam.â He helped you get on your feet before walking towards the house door.
Entering the key, Leon opened the door gesturing you to walk in first.
Letting a sigh of relief leave your lips at the feeling of being home, you took off your coat and place it on the sofa before turning to Leon.
You approach him slowly from behind, placing your hands on his chest and resting your head in his shoulder.
âThank you for the dinner, love.â You said with an evident smile in your face.
You heard Leon chuckle a little before slightly turning his head to the side.
âAnything for you, donât thank me.â He took one of your hands and kissed your knuckles, you felt your chest grow warm at the gesture.
Suddenly, you felt yourself drown in a feeling of nostalgia. Leon and you finally being able to relax brought you almost tears to your eyes and you think back at the times when Leon used to be trained, returning home at horrific hours of the night and with a lot of injuries that you would treat crying.
Marrying him was easy but waiting for him wasnât. And the fact that he would be back on a mission tomorrow just made it worst for you.
You knew Leon wasnât of your property but still⌠You want to be selfish.
You need it. You need him to stay.
You want to make him forget, get rid of his stress that tormented him every night. Not that you would ever told him, Leon already had enough with his own world and having to deal with your worries will make it worse.
But still, words like âstayâ and âdonât leaveâ will always threat to scape out of your mouth.
Words like âI need youâ.
Suddenly, you turned Leonâs body roughly before pushing him into a sweet but desperate kiss. Your hands roaming towards his chest and he gasped in your mouth clearly taken aback but not complaining. You donât care of the lack of oxygen in your system at this moment, you need him closer.
Need him to stay.
After a while, Leon pulls away to stare deeply into your eyes and god⌠You will never get tired of the way those beautiful blue eyes looked at you with such an adoration that made your heart ache and skip a beat at the same time.
You caressed his face, lips touching and nose brushing, hands on his chest threatening to get lower.
âIâm glad to finally have you for me tonight.â You whisper in his lips.
âYou can always have me to yourself, donât you know that?â He responds softly.
âExcept when you leave.â You closed your eyes, itâs time to tell him. âI know that you have your job and everything but my worry never ceases, you always leave with the promise of coming back to me and I believe you but LeonâŚâ Your lips tremble. âI always need you by my side, I need you when you leave and I need you now and I always will.â You hear your heart on your ears. âStay with me longer?â You finally open you eyes.
Leonâs bag drops to the floor.
He kisses you.
He kisses you as an apologetic way of saying sorry for everything, for the worries, for the nights you couldnât sleep, for the tears that fell from your eyes at some point of having an anxiety attack waiting for his arrival.
You feel his tongue entering your mouth making a choked whimper escape your mouth, the familiar ache between your legs forming.
You try to cross your thighs to get some friction but Leon stops you, groaning you look at him with a frown on your face.
âIâll make it up to you sweetness, patience is key.â A teasing smile forming on his lips.
âYouâre no fun.â
âItâll be worth it I promise.â His hands come down to grip your ass under the fabric of your blue dress. âI will have you naked in any time.â He whispers seductively in your ear, the words alone made a moan escape your lips before you feel him tapping the backside of your knees. Confused, you looked up.
âLet me carry you to heaven.â He says, and who are you to deny him?
You jump and instinctively your legs wrap around his waist, his muscles tense up as he lifts your body up, placing you in his arms gently. He looks at you with a hint of lust in his eyes, his body craving you. Leonâs hands come to rest around your ass again before you feel him rushing to the bedroom.
Leon places you carefully on the bed before leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate but sweet kiss. You spread your legs to make more space for him and your arms wrap around his neck. He only pulls away to take his shirt off, revealing his tone body to you and no matter how many times you see him naked, this man never fails to take away your breath.
You take a moment to look at him as your hands roam against his body, the details and scars painted on his chest⌠The thought of kissing every one of them crosses your mind, might leave it for another occasion though.
However, thereâs one detail about him that makes your eyebrows furrow, the eye bags under his eyes. You knew about Leonâs constant nightmares, making him have trouble sleeping.
He refused to let you know so you wouldnât worry but after one night of you waking up to see Leon sitting up with heavy breaths and a pale face, he commented on it. You two have made a deal to tell each other when something was wrong so you wouldnât have to deal with the pain alone.
You thought you were past that.
Your hand comes to gently touch his face, especially his eye bags. He immediately melts under your touch.
âYou look tired.â You speak quietly.
âIâve been not sleeping properlyâŚâ He breaks eye contact with you obviously feeling a little guilty.
âYou are never sleeping properly LeonâŚâ
âYou know me so well donât you?â He chuckles gently before looking at you through his hair, making him look a little embarrassed and maybe even shy.
âI am your wife, Leon.â
His eyes soften a little before turning again into a lustful look, his hands roaming into your back making you arch against his chest.
âOf course you are,â He leans down, sucking at the sensitive spots on your neck making you whimper. âYouâre always here to remind me.â
His hands find the zipper of your dress, not pulling so you could give him the look of confirmation and when you do, his fingers tug your dress off and he stares at you, his eyes filled with desire.
âMy beautiful wife.â he whispers and his lips touch yours once more. You feel the possessiveness of his touch, your head spins a little. This man is driving you crazy.
The grip he used to have on your back comes to your breasts, his left hand squeezing one while the other plays with your right nipple, your back once again arching into his hands.
âPlease LeonâŚâ You begged, a squeal leaving your lips as he sucks your nipple.
And of course as the asshole he is, he slightly pulls away to look at you.
His fingers run along your chest as he shifts himself to get more comfortable. âPlease.. What..?â He asks with a smirk.
Oh fuck this guy.
Wasnât the begging enough for him?
You whine out of frustration and close your eyes, not getting along with the idea of you begging.
A few seconds of silence pass before Leon breaks the silence.
âCommon love we donât have all night, remember?â
You groan in annoyance before opening your eyes resigning yourself to humiliation.
âPlease ugh- need you Leon, I need you to touch me- fuck me please Iâm begging.â You look at him through your lashes.
And he was never strong enough to deny you.
He practically rips away you underwear, his fingers running down to your slit capturing the wetness, a raspy moan escaping his lips at the feeling.
And you werenât doing any better than him, you were a moaning mess once you feel his fingers rubbing your clit and after what seemed like years, one finger enters you immediately curling.
âFuuuck,â You arched into Leon, missing the feeling of him being close you wrap your arms and legs around him, you pulled his head down kissing him roughly but so desperately. âPlease Leon donât make me wait up anymore.â You were begging again.
That was all the confirmation he needed.
He begins to pull down his pants and his boxers following.
His hardening and aching cock was released out of his pants, you observe in awe as he strokes himself, looking at you with pink cheeks getting a little shy about the situation.
âLike what you see?â He asks.
âYes but I donât think I can wait up any longer.â
You sounded desperate but you didnât even care at this point, you needed him inside you.
He chuckles at your response before lining up to your entrance.
âWell in that case, you will be taking a lot from me.â
With that final sentence, he pushes himself into you groaning at the sudden contact. His tip going in first slowly and your nails scratch his back, Leon hisses at the painful contact before groaning as he bottoms out inside of you. A mixture of pleasure and pain appears and you take a moment to collect yourself. Leon leans down to pepper kisses in your face making you smile at the warm gesture. The pain soon fades and now you are left with the feeling of pure euphoria. Feeling a little devil you purposely clench around him making him let out a whimper.
He laughs breathlessly before putting a hand on your neck and leaning down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.
âIâm gonna make you regret that.â
And with that, Leonâs pace increments roughly taking you aback, moaning like a mantra with every thrust of his hips brushing your g-spot, one of his hands squeezing at your neck while the other grips strongly on your hip, it will surely leave a mark by the time morning comes.
Moaning even louder when you felt him lean down to suck at your right breast. You truly didnât mean to hurt Leon this time but when you felt his finger rub at your clit, you pulled at his hair- fucking hard.
âYouâŚShouldâveâŚTold meâŚâ He says between heavy breaths. âThat you felt this way.â He takes the hand that was at your neck giving it a final squeeze before his lips connect at your neck, leaving purple marks and hickeys as he continues fucking you.
âAnd you shouldâve told me you were- Ah!- having nightmares againâŚâ You moan between thrusts as you feel him getting deeper.
Leon seems to read your mind and grabs both of your legs pushing them towards your chest, this new angle made him hit spots that had you seeing white lights.
How can this man be so good in bed?
You close your eyes at the stimulation, tears about to fall from your eyes as you feel Leonâs thrust grow faster and harder. You knew he was close by this.
âL-LeonâŚâ You say his name between breaths and you feel him grab your face.
âLook at me.â He says with a demanding tone on his voice. âI want you to see me while you finish.â And god those words alone would make you cum right here in his arms. Obediently you open your eyes to make eye contact with him and you truly didnât expect what you found in them.
A look of pure love and adoration.
Even when you two were this intimate, Leon never failed to remind you that he loved you, even like this: wrapped in each-others embrace in a lustful but still romantic way as you whisper âi love youâsâ between moans and kisses.
âIf I could have you like this everyday and never left to work,â Leon cups you face gently. âI wouldâve never leave you, gorgeous.â
And of course you finish, and I mean who wouldnât after those words? You finish and fucking hard to the point you see starts after your orgasm, clenching around him. Leon knows exactly how to get you to your breaking point more than yourself do, you loved that about him. After so many years of being in love with him and 5 years marrying him, you two have your difficulties but always know how to deal with them⌠Together, you will deal with everything together.
Leonâs expression twitch at the feeling and with some final thrusts and cursing words, he finishes inside of you.
And you embrace him because another thing you know about him is that he likes being hold, not that he would ever admit it out loud, he isnât a man who likes sharing his emotions but you⌠You were special, you were the only one who got to see that side of him.
You hear his heavy breathes on you ear before he pulls out of you laying by your side so he wonât crush you.
Smiling a little and you turn so you could rest your head on his shoulder. He smiles down at you and kisses your head, his lips staying there for a moment.
âIâll call Hunnigan and tell her I wonât be showing up tomorrow.â Leon breaks the silence, his fingers playing with your head.
âReally? You sure?â You hesitate.
âYeah, would love to spent more time with you tomorrow.â Leon declares, a soft tone was heard on his voice.
And you believe him, youâll believe all the promises he gave you because he was Leon Scott Kennedy.
A man of words and your husband.
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So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol
I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now đ
Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.
As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.
Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.
So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!
I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.
My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week đđđ). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for
So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.
Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3
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"âOn your knees.â While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor." with Jason? đł
guess who fell sick FROM A KFC CHICKEN PIECE!!! i'm dying but anyways first one of the nighty-night!!! omg i just love writing this stuff with jay it's just hehehe :3 here we go, my dear anon, thanks for your request. adding vigilante!reader here bc my head has ideas.
"on your knees." while their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.
it was usual for you to steal kisses from jason's lips whenever you walked past him and everyone around had grown used to it, soft pecks followed by a pretty smile as you carried your gear after a mission or when you walked around the training arena. it wasn't weird anymore not even for bruce because he knew that you needed each other.
this time wasn't much different besides the fact that tim and damian were fighting right in front of jason at the time you had to pass by his side, carrying a couple of knives you stood next to him and nudged his side softly, a silent sing for him to lean down so you could reach and kiss him and he did, lips softly touching yours in a sweet motion that made his younger sibblings grunt at the missing attention because they sworn they needed his opinion.
"i bet you have better things in mind to do rather than getting involved on a new discussion with them" you murmur against his lips, a small smirk when you noticed your tease working on him even if it wasn't meant to at first.
"and i bet you've never been told you speak way too much, haven't ya?" jason asks cockily, standing straight once again and looking at you with his arms crossed over his chest and you can't help but chuckle when his eyes linger for a little more on your lips before he looks back at his brothers.
"all i hear is you're in love with me, todd" your words bring a scowl to damian's face and drag a tired sigh from tim, probably a little too over the loverbirds shit you always manage to pull out of jason when you're close. of course he's not always so sweet with you but you've pulled onto his more human side and that had helped jason to feel more worthy of a lot of stuff, because you've been there to teach him that not being perfect wasn't bad.
"i hate it when you're right." he chuckles and shakes his head, leaning in to drap an arm over your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, looking over you and taking in your figure, the way the gray suit hugged your curves before getting lost under the waist of your cargo pants made your body look even more desireable and he just smirked to himself "i wish there was a way to shut your mouth at least for a while."
if you didn't knew him you would have thought he was pissed off by your comments but the undertone of tease and mischief on his words was clear for you and you understood his intentions, even clearer when you noticed jason's eyes wandering around the cave to make sure it was just the two of you there.
"well, maybe there is" you say, as if wondering the answer but jason is quick to grab your hand and pull you upstairs and between chuckles he makes his way to the library as he looked into any other room to make sure there wasn't a chance of being caught like two horny highschoolers, but that was the fun in this all.
"yeah? what would that be?" he asks once he finds a nice spot. that chair he always picks in between all the spaces around the manor because it's comfortable and because it is the first place he kissed you "does it has anything to do with that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my dick?"
it takes jason almost nothing to change the tone of his voice, he sits on the big chair and pulls you closer by the waist to place you on his lap just so he can capture you lips in a new kiss, this time hungrier and harsher. his hands grip onto your hips as yours claw softly on his chest, kissing him back and letting his tongue intrude into your mouth when he deepens the contact of your lips.
"here? in broad daylight?" you ask him teasingly but jason knows you couldn't care less when your hips push against his making your body grind against his "if we get caught you know we won't hear the end of it, jason." and your boyfriend knows that's true but there isn't too many people to find you both and he is 50% sure he just locked the door but that's just details.
"i don't really care and i'm sure you don't care either" he says in a low tone, looking up at you as his hands trace the outline of your figure until he squeezes your breast playfully and leans in to kiss your jaw, nibbling on the zone as if he was tasting you for the first time ever and he just got adicted to the feeling of your flushed skin.
it takes a few more heated kisses, your hips grinding against him and the sound of your heavy breathing mixed with the noise of your clothes until he pulls away with a predatory smirk as he pushes your body from his.
"on your knees." jason's voice sounds hoarse and it drives shivers down your spine because his hand touches you in a soft way as his fingers threat through your hair as his other hand pushes you by the waist to get you off his lap, the hand that is still on your head is now guiding you slowly to the floor and making you kneel between his legs.
it's not hard to do as he wants and it's even easier to lean in closer and press a playful kiss on the bulge that you can spot under his pants, the action itself makes jason's eyes darken as your fingers work undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans, pulling down slightly with a hint of urge just to lift his shirt a little, exposing his lower abdomen and kissing a trail until your lips reach the waist of his boxers.
"you look so pretty like that, princess," he practically growls as his hand brushes your hair out of your face, a smirk playing on his lips when your eager hands pull down his underwear as your eyes remain fixed on his.
"i don't know what i'll do if you keep looking at me like that, jay" you purr and he chuckles but the sound stops as soon as it starts when you grab his hardened dick on your hand and give him the first slow stroke as you lean in to wrap your lips around the swollen tip and at the feeling of having him in your mouth you hum.
"i think i know what you'll do" jason teases, letting out a deep groan when you bob your head up and down with your tongue tracing his shaft but what drives him crazy is the way you look at him through doe eyes and the ghost of a smile on your expression as you start moving with him in your mouth.
"that's it, ma," he growls as his eyes close and his head drops back, his hand finding its way to the back of your head where it grabs a handful of your hair "feels so good to have that pretty mouth of yours taking me so damn well, such a good girl."
the sight is amazing, the way he frowns when a deep raspy sound escapes his throat when he starts pushing your head down his dick, making you gag a little when he hits the back of your throat and keeps you held there making it hard to breath, he enjoys it.
the way your hands hold onto his thighs and how you look up at him with teary eyes, your cheeks red and the sloppy sounds his cock makes as he fucks your mouth slowly but harshly makes him feel his ego grow at each helpless moan you let out.
"think i'll shut you up by fucking your throat more often," he says, voice completely low and hoarse now that he controls the movements of your head and sets the pace on his own, getting off with the way you look with your chin full of your drool and his precum, a few tear trails now painting your cheeks.
it's right then when he pulls you away from his dick, stroking himself needily as he looks at you with a wide grin that lets you know what he wants to; you sit on your knees and your eyes follow the movements of his hand around himself and you can't seem to notice when you start to bounce a little in expectation.
"just look at you, how eager you look, ma" he mumbles, his voice struggled between sighs and growls as his hand moves fast when he is about to reach his climax "bouncing like a pretty bunny... open your mouth, love."
the way he speaks and the sinful scene mixed with the sweet pet names he calls you makes everything better. as soon as you part your lips, tongue sticking out jason moves a bit closer and places the tip of his cock over your tongue and a few second later his load is being spilled inside your mouth, a little of it staining your chin when he pulls away panting.
jason is unable to take his gaze away from you as you swallow what you just got and the tension builds up again on his body just with the sight of it, he tries to hold it back and cleans your chin with his thumb in a sweet caress then moving to search for something he could use to clean himself and also you but stops as soon as you take his hand and suck his digit clean.
"what? haven't you been taught not to waste?" you ask him teasingly and his control vanishes completely at your words.
"fucking hell, you're gonna have to come here because there's no way i'll be letting you go right now"
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Will We Talk? | Part 4 |
Description of Part 1: Alex Turner x Reader | Being Katie Cookâs best friend means you see a lot of a certain band, so itâs too bad that the lead singer canât seem to stand being in your presence. Youâre all too aware that you get chatty when youâre anxious, and despite being around each other for a decade, Alex still makes your heart race (and not in a good way). But then he asks a question you never expected to hear, and it changes everything: âDo I make you nervous?â
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A/N: It's finally here oh my lord. Once again so sorry my writing takes so long these days but I'm so excited about this chapter. Thank you for the suggestions I got after I dropped the teaser, really appreciate all the help and it got my mind back into writing mode again. After this there's only one part left, but its going to be fun so don't fret. Really hope you enjoy this part, please let me know what you think. Thank you so so much for reading. Enjoy x
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The run up to Christmas was fun. Fucking Alex every other day of the week had been a surprisingly needed stress relief that a month ago you would have never foreseen. Usually the run up to Christmas had you stressed for no reason in particular but this year with your stresses finally being relieved every other night it was so much better than other Christmas breaks youâve had in a long time.Â
Alex had certainly been making the most of your arrangement. It was him texting or calling you asking, âAre you free tonight?â Which may as well be directly translated to âDo you want to fuck me tonight?â. Every single time you said yes, not depriving yourself of such simple pleasures and it led to you having a very relaxed holiday season.Â
And now Christmas is over and done with, you were excited for tonightâs New Yearâs party. So much so that you couldnât sit at home and just wait to get ready, you ended up texting Katie and asking her if you could help her set up and thankfully she said yes.Â
For the past hour youâve been listening to music and hearing the Cook's Christmas stories of Forest getting all excited when he opened each present. She showed you a couple of videos before Jamie took the little man out for the afternoon while you both got the house ready for tonight.Â
Your catch ups are the best and you adore your best friend so much. The gossiping and the giggling never ceases and youâre forever finding new things to talk about, itâs a miracle youâve not discovered everything there is to know about each other after a decade of being best friends.Â
But it turns out there are some things you are yet to discover. Like a certain holiday that was being planned.Â
âYouâre coming on the impromptu trip away with us, right?â Katie asks, a little out of the blue as if sheâs just remembering as she unpeels the Happy New Year banners from each other and handing one to you.Â
âDepends, when?â You tell her, knowing the dates of this trip will be the deal breaker if you can go, âIâm back in work on the ninth, remember?â
Youâve joined the Cooks on impromptu trips away before, both with their family and their friends. Youâre always invited, which you find thoughtful of Katie and knowing that these trips tend to be very random, youâd started saving money for such events so you didnât find yourself missing out. The only time you denied yourself was when the trips clashed with work which you hope isnât the case this time.Â
âOh, we come back on the seventh.â Katie grins, very pleased with what youâve just said, âYouâre coming.âÂ
âYeah,â You find yourself giggling at her, knowing she probably wouldnât take no for an answer anyway. You continue putting up the party decorations as you tell her, âJust let me know how much it is and Iâll scramble it together.â
âOh no, Alex is paying for us all,â She tells you, as she seems to be having a hard time stretching the balloons out to start blowing them up, âYou just need spending money.âÂ
You immediately frown hearing that, bluetacking the banner on the wall and turning towards your best friend to ask, âWhat?â
âAlex is paying.â She tells you, âItâs for his birthday. Has he not told you about it yet?â
âNo, heâs not mentioned it.â You tell her.Â
You figure itâs best to neglect mentioning how the singer only talks to ask how you are before he ends up saying the filthiest things into your ear as he fucks you senseless. Holidays and other things normal friends would talk about are not on the cards.Â
He comes over. You fuck. He leaves. Interaction complete.Â
âOh well, he probably expected me to ask you.â Katie shrugs, not thinking much of it, âBut yeah donât worry about the money, heâs paying.â
Youâll see about that, you think as you continue helping your best friend decorate, putting the singer out of your head for the time being.Â
~*~*~*~
I need to speak to youÂ
You text the singer as youâre walking home from Katieâs. You thought about just leaving it but you know if you keep what you're feeling bottled in it will just make you go back into your shell when youâre around him, and thatâs the last thing either of you want.Â
Thankfully those thoughts donât have enough time to fester because about 2 minutes later Alex texts you back.Â
Christ
Am I in trouble? x
His response makes you roll your eyes as you can practically hear him asking you. You know for a fact he will have snorted when he got the message through and when he typed that one back to you. So you keep him in limbo for a bit.Â
Youâre not funnyÂ
Phone me when youâre free.Â
Thankfully youâre not waiting for ages for the call. Your phone starts ringing as you turn the corner and head down your road. Itâs a little embarrassing how excited you are to get back in your house for a bit and just relax until the party later.Â
After greeting him, Alex gets straight to the point, âWhatâs up Y/N?â
âAbout this holiday,â You start, âKatie told me she wants me to come and I want to know how you feel about that before I start to spiral.â
You can already sense the panic in your chest as you feel like youâre at a bit of a stalemate. You donât want to let Katie down but youâre also definitely not going to go if Alex wants a break from you. You donât want to intrude on his holiday. Especially one thatâs for his birthday.Â
âDonât spiral.â Alex begs, and you swear heâs also outside as you can almost hear the way he takes a drag of a cigarette before he says, âThe last thing we need is you spiralling and questioning everything again.â
You can picture the smile tugging at his lips as he says that. So much so that him finding your panic amusing means that you silently want to scorn him.Â
âIâm well aware of that.â You say a little bit too bluntly, so you attempt to soften the blow when you follow up with a rhetorical, âWhy do you think I asked you to call me?â
Alex definitely mutes a laugh, covering it by him pretending to clear his throat. To make sure he doesnât get himself into trouble he distracts you by asking, âWhatâs panicking you now?â
âThe holiday.â You take a deep breath before you start to vent your worries, âApparently itâs for your birthday, I donât know if you want me there with whatâs going on with us. The fact that youâre apparently paying... I donât want you paying for me if I come.â
âI did tell Katie to invite you if she wanted to.â Alex reveals.Â
âThatâs not the point. Do you want me there?â You ask him directly, âI donât want to intrude on a holiday thatâs for your birthday.â
Alex takes a second to answer that, not because itâs a difficult answer but mostly because he wants to know, âIf we werenât sleeping together would you come?â
You think about it for a second and realise that you probably would, but not without speaking to him and asking Katie at least 30 times if you were actually welcome. Not to mention trying not to interact with him much when you were out there. And you certainly would not be allowing him to pay for you.Â
âI still would have double checked with you first, or got Katie to. But that doesnât matter, itâs different now,â You start talking about your reality again, âThe dynamic has changed.â
âY/N, we were friends anyway,â Alex sighs and youâre glad he canât see the way your face contorted in disagreement. âThe only thing thatâs different this time is that weâve seen each other naked.âÂ
You almost scoff.Â
Youâve done a lot more than see me naked, sir.Â
Feeling flustered at the memories of him fucking you flooding back to your mind, you just get back to the point, âSo, do you want me there or not?â
And you listen to his response as you unlock your front door and get into your house. Feeling the absence of the chill from outside makes the singers answer all the more bearable.Â
âI just want you to do whatever you want to. You can come and have a holiday. I donât expect anything from you if thatâs what youâre worried about.â Alex says sincerely, before adding, âAnd I am paying.â
âI donât want you to pay Alex,â You whine like a child not getting their own way. But you add honestly, âIt makes me uncomfortable.â
And itâs not even just because youâre fucking him, although that is your main concern. Itâs the fact that youâve barely known him properly before now (and you still wouldnât say you were all that close in any way but physically), you canât in your right mind let him spend thousands on a skiing holiday for you. Â
âY/N, I didnât invite you to make you feel uncomfortable.â The singer sighs, feeling like you should know this already.Â
Heâs not ever excluded you from something before and heâs certainly not about to start doing so now. And heâs not letting you pay for yourself when everyone else who is coming is paid for already. Christ, he doesnât really know why this is even a conversation when everything has already been sorted and paid for in advance.Â
You feel like youâre whining when you again admit, âI know thatâs not the intention but I still feel it Alex.â Â
âWell, itâs up to you.â Alex shrugs, hoping to convey how much heâs unbothered by the fact heâs paying for a holiday, but he doesnât want to pressure you. âYouâre very welcome to come and Iâm paying for everyone, not just you.â
âBut-â You start but then stop yourself.Â
Alex immediately questions, âBut what?â
He would rather know whatâs going on in your head rather than be left guessing. He needs to know how best to reassure you otherwise you both will just regress. And he doesnât think that wanting for your honesty is too much to ask.
You canât bring yourself to say it. So you just leave him with silence.Â
But that silence speaks volumes.Â
âYou worried that if I pay for you to come Iâm expecting you to shag me?â A few beats of silence pass and as you donât dismiss him entirely, he already knows it to be true. His question is entirely rhetorical, âThatâs it, isnât it?â
You canât even confirm it for him. Itâs embarrassing to admit, but that is a worry of yours.Â
âY/N.â Alex sighs, knowing heâs right because of your silence. âI donât expect anything from you, you know that right? You can come away with us and we donât have to do anything.â
âItâs not compulsory, even when weâre home. Y/N/N, youâre Katieâs best friend, youâve been around for ten years.â He backs up his point some more, âYou came on the last holiday we went on, this is going to be no different to that. My birthday just happens to fall on a day whilst weâre there.âÂ
âYou didnât pay for me last time Al.â You argue in a slight huff, already feeling like youâre fighting a losing battle.Â
âHey, listen to me.â Alex persists, âIâm paying for everyone to come, not just you, and Iâm not expecting a huge orgy all week.âÂ
You can help the laugh that escapes your lips at that. Itâs a full giggle that the singer canât help but grin at as he takes another drag of his cigarette.Â
âThereâs that laugh.â He hums, enjoying the sound even more purely because itâs him thatâs caused it.Â
Only after your laughter subsides, do you ask, a lot calmer now, âAre you sure you want me there?âÂ
âYes, sweet.â Alex assures you. And just to convince you some more, he adds, âI need someone to entertain Mrs Cook when I pull Jamie away for a pint anyway. Think you fit the brief.âÂ
âAh yeah, I think I could do that for you.â You chuckle a little, but then youâre serious in a soft tone, âI still feel bad that youâre paying though Alex. Skiing holidays are a lot of money.â
âI have a lot of money that Iâll never need.â The singer tells you, and you try not to think about the way anxiety in your chest dissipates when he says, âIâd rather treat my friends to a week away.â
You're his friend. Something so simple shouldnât make your heart swell. Especially when the other night he tongue fucked you until you came, twice.Â
âWell Iâm buying you food and drinks whilst weâre away then.â You counter, finally readying yourself to admit defeat.Â
âWeâre going all inclusive but thanks.â You can almost hear Alexâs smirk.Â
You sigh, dropping down onto your settee and leaning back to try and get comfy, âWell Iâm assuming we wonât be staying in the hotel for your birthday. Theyâll be pubs and cafes Iâm sure.âÂ
He counters, âIâll take a drink at the airport before we go.âÂ
âOkay deal.â You accept but know youâll find ways to do more than just that, âThank you Alex. You really donât have to do this.â
âWell I want to.â Alex smiles, and his tone is full of amusement as he says, âAnd I canât have you spiralling.â
You hum in a silent laugh at that and let your eyes close as you take a deep breath. Youâre about to tell him that itâs just how you are but youâre okay now youâve spoken about it. But he takes your attention again.Â
âYou know that this goes both ways right, Y/N/N?â Youâre about to ask him what heâs on about until he continues, âIf I text you asking to come over, you can say no and Iâm not going to be offended by it. I understand that itâs not going to happen every time.âÂ
Heâs talking about fucking you. And trying to make you feel more at ease about your situationship.Â
Alex finishes off by saying, âI just ask on the off chance that youâre up for it.â
âI am always up for it.â Are the words that slip from your lips, and when you realise what youâve said, your eyes shoot open.Â
Oh my god woman, you sound so needy. Backtrack now. Now!
You sit up as you begin to pathetically backtrack, âWell. I mean, I- when you say you are, I, I- usually am too.â
âGood to know youâre always up for me, sweet,â You can hear Alex's smirk then, but thankfully he doesnât tease you more for it he just carries on to say, âIt seems like Iâm texting you all the time asking to come over but you can text me. Youâre allowed to get horny too.âÂ
You try and fail not to flush at hearing him say that. Especially when you can feel the ghost of his touch as youâre sitting on the settee he had you ride him on a week ago.Â
âAlex, youâre over twice a week, if not more... Itâs not like Iâm without relief for long.â To drive the point home you say, âItâs not a ten month wait again.â
In your little meetings youâd discussed when youâd both last been with someone else. Yours was a guy you were seeing at the beginning of the year who turned out to just not do it for you after you dated him for a few months.Â
Alexâs last fling was another rebound of his after the French girl he cheated on Taylor with. Turns out Alex hadnât been with anyone in the last 5 months which did surprise you a little. But who are you to presume heâd just become a slag after his break up?Â
âStill. We started this for a reason.â Alex drives the point home, wanting you to fully understand, âYou can say no and you can call me whenever you want too.âÂ
You nod even though he canât see you, âI know.â
âMaybe this holiday can just be the friends youâre so persistent weâre not.âÂ
You frown, confused, âWhat?â
âYour rule, âno sex while weâre awayâ.â Alex smirks, but heâs sincere when he says, âTo make you feel more comfortable.Â
âI donât wanna seem like a prude Alex I just donâtâŚâ You fail to continue your sentence, Wanna seem like a prostitute.Â
âI think of all people, Iâm not the one whoâs going to think of you as a prude, sweet.â The singer can't help but tease, finding himself funny.Â
You take a deep breath, trying not to let your amusement or embarrassment show, âSo where are we going?â
âThe Alps.â The singer tells you almost smugly, âWhere else?â
You decide that you may as well ask him for the details if heâs sorting everything out, âWhen do we go?â
âEarly morning of the second, we need to be at the airport for like four.â He tells you after a moment of thought.Â
You hum, finally letting the excitement for a holiday bubble in your stomach, âOkay.â
Alex is smiling already hearing you finally sound at ease about the holiday, but he canât help but push his luck a little more, âYou free tonight, sweet?â
âNo and neither are you,â You almost laugh, the amusement clear in your voice, âWeâve got Katieâs New Yearâs party.â
Alex is grinning as he comes back with, âI mean at like three in the morning.â
âYouâre a horny fuck.â You canât help but tell him as you shake your head.Â
Youâre entirely unable to stop your face from flushing, making you very grateful he canât see you. All you hope is heâs picturing you with a completely unbothered yetÂ
âYouâre the one that just said youâre always up for me.â Alex counters and you have to bite your tongue.Â
Idiot Y/N.Â
âSee you later Alex.â You immediately dismiss him, not wanting his teasing right now.Â
Alex laughs loudly, âSee you later sweet.â
~*~*~*~ January 2nd 2019 ~*~*~*~
The Alps are absolutely mesmerising and you could stare at the snow covered mountains for days. The trip was certainly worth every single ounce of effort and you know youâll be eternally grateful to Alex for him bringing you all here.Â
Youâre sure when you first got here you looked like a child in a toyshop. The views are absolutely stunning and you know for a fact that your jaw was agape as you took in the breathtaking scenery around you.Â
So much so that Alex turned you towards him at one point and pushed your jaw back up and quietly teased, âDonât let anyone else see those pretty lips parted like that, donât want people getting ideas.â
Needless to say, you flushed hearing that and Alex wasnât subtle about the way he let his smirk take over his face. And then he left you hanging, sauntering off to join Miles, Nick, and Jamie walking just in front of you, leaving you to catch up with Katie, Kristen, and Flo who all joined you for the holiday.Â
Alex leaving you like this hadnât been the only time since youâd woken up early today though. Heâd been a tease since he picked you up to take you to the airport, asking if youâd recovered from the previous nights activities where he all but folded you into a pretzel and fucked you until you came on his cock.Â
That wasnât the beginning or end of your antics after the party, heâd teased you at Katieâs party, getting you in the mood and ready for him when he pulled you to a quieter bit of the party and pushed you against the wall to kiss you, taking away any sense but him. And he did it every time to leave you wanting more only for him to pull away and leave you to your own devices for a while.Â
So you were desperate when it got to 3am and he was practically pulling you down the road so you could get back to your house. And he certainly did show you a good time until you practically passed out from the exhaustion.Â
You woke up late the next morning to a glass of water and some painkillers on your bedside table along with a note that read, Hope youâre not too sore sweet x
It wasnât hard to guess he probably felt a hint of guilt how far youâd both gone the night before. In the heat of the moment he said somethings about him wanting you to remember him, the feel of him inside you, over the week that you were both away.Â
He kept making you regret the no sex on holiday rule. Alex kept saying how you'd be begging him to take you when you got back home, how youâd not be able to walk properly by the time heâd finished with you after a week of not touching him the way he knows your filthy mind craves him.
You're ashamed to admit that your thoughts about him are sometimes so dirty they belong down the gutter. Heâd certainly made a good job of having you long for him.Â
You try not to admit to yourself that you crave him. That when he decided that he was the one that was going to be sitting next to you on the plane and not Flo, you were happy. Not because you had any issue with Flo, no she was such an amazing friend to you, but because it was Alex. And he wanted to sit beside you.Â
The little shit that he was though teased you the whole journey. You were still tired so when you sighed and closed your eyes once youâd relaxed after the take off, Alex whispered into your ear, âDid I work you too hard sweet?â
âDonât flatter yourself.â You say as you feel yourself flush knowing he was to do with your fatigue.Â
You slept in a little on New Yearâs Day after youâd taken the painkillers heâd left out for you, but then your day was spent packing for this trip, figuring out what youâd need and calling Katie to double checking on if youâd need going out clothes and doing a checklist of the skiing things you actually own.Â
By the time you went to bed it was 11pm and that was far later than you should have been going to sleep because you had to be up at 3am to get ready. So it was do to Alex fucking you hard and long enough on New Years and the fact you had so little sleep last night that you were tired on the plane.Â
Next, heâs disturbing your attempt at sleep by him putting his hand on your thigh and leisurely trailing his hand up and down, mixed with him occasionally squeezing. He keeps an eye on your reaction to him, you going stiff for a few seconds and him taking great pleasure in saying, âIâve done worse than putting my hand on your thigh, sweet.â
âNot in public or daylight.â You huff and try to get yourself comfy enough to get sleepy.Â
Looking out of the window just has you mesmerised so after a few minutes you just end up looking around the plane. It's just you and Alex sitting beside each other and for some reason youâre not all that close to your friends.Â
Katie, Kirsten, and Flo are all on one row, about 4 seats ahead of you, and Miles, Jamie, and Nick are on the row behind them. Youâve got no idea why youâre so far away from them with the gap of strangers in front of you, but you guess things could be worse. You could be sitting alone or worse, you could be at home feeling like youâre missing out.Â
Thereâs a stranger beside Alex so youâre glad you took the window seat and the views of sun rising through the clouds were amazing. You genuinely wish you werenât as tired as you were so you could appreciate them fully.Â
Instead youâre feeling uncomfortable and whichever way you lean your head isnât helping you relax. If it's against the wall of the plane you can feel the vibrations, just leaning back does nothing to help and if you do fall asleep like that youâre not risking possibly snoring because your jaw is hanging open, and if you let your head fall forward thatâs not good for your posture, not to mention painful.Â
Maybe itâs you wriggling in your seat that gives you away, considering his hand is still on your thigh, but Alex seems to pick up on your discomfort easily.Â
âYou can lean on me to go to sleep, you know?â Alex tells you with a smile, nodding down to his shoulder just beside you.Â
âWhat,â You hold back your sigh but let him know that youâre not all that impressed with his offer after his previous antics, âSo you can just try to wake me up even more?âÂ
âCome on sweet.â Alex chuckles, rubbing your thigh again before squeezing it. âNot my fault youâre not finding it relaxing.â
Pretending that him gripping your thigh didnât give you flashbacks to the other night, you keep your voice quiet as you raise your eyebrows accusingly, âBecause youâre trying to be a tease.â
âAnd itâs working.â Alex smirks, clearly knowing whatever your tells are by now, he gestures to the back of the plane, âWanna go to the bathroom?âÂ
Its a mixture of shock and being entirely unimpressed that has you asking, âAre you kidding?â
âAbsolutely not.â Alex grins, holding his chuckle as he asks, âWeâre not on holiday yet, technically. We could go again if you're not feeling satisfied enough before we land?âÂ
You donât dignify him with an answer, you just shake your head and look away from the tease. While the thought of him fucking you and you having to be quiet because others are around seems like quite the thrill, the mere thought of doing so in a public aeroplane has you wanting gag.Â
âWhat?â Alex fakes his hurt, nonchalantly following up with, âI know you can get horny just after youâve woken up.â
Your head whips back to him, narrowing your eyes as you scold, âYouâre being loud.âÂ
He wasnât. His voice was just above a whisper. But the mere fact you were on a plane with the possibility of anyone around you eavesdropping has you getting all embarrassed and flustered in an instant.
âSorry,â Alex barely holds back his grin. âIâll be subtle about it when I take you in the bathroom.â
Instead of scowling, you lean your head back on the seat, close your eyes, and take a deep breath so you donât end up smacking him. Taking a few seconds to calm your anxiousness down and try not to let his joking get you too embarrassed when you know he isnât trying to be malicious, you just stay like that silently.Â
But Alex disturbs your peace, âYou donât have to think about it so intently Y/N/N, we can just do it.â
âNo.â You look at him again, and say even quietly to try and further your point, âNot to mention everyone would see.â
Alex canât help but take that though as you just donât want to right now. In such a public setting. Thatâs not you saying that youâd never be ready to join the mile high club.
âOh okay, remind me to take you on a private jet.â Alex squeezes your thigh again, before winking, âThey mind their business on those.âÂ
Youâre lost for words for a brief moment. Taking in exactly what that means, and you end up half frowning.Â
âWay to persuade me.â You scoff, âTelling me youâre already in the mile high club.âÂ
Sarcasm is thick in your voice as you say, âSuch a turn on.â
The singer canât help but smirk though, âDonât be jealous now, sweet.âÂ
After that, Alex seems to give you a break from his endless torment. He takes his hand from your thigh as he reaches down to his bag by his feet and takes out the word search book he bought himself in WHSmiths at the airport. Finally you feel like you can relax and sleep for the remainder of the 2 hour flight.Â
Or you hoped so anyway, but it seems the vibrations of the plane's wall just wanted you conscious. So it was with a huff you leant back against the headrest once more.Â
âJust,â Alex sighs and he picks his hand up to cup the side of your face to gently push your head on his shoulder.Â
Instant comfort was an understatement compared to the wall and the seat. But you still felt weird about it.Â
You tell him with a sigh, âI donât want to annoy you.â
âYou donât annoy me at all, Y/N/N.â He dismisses immediately, paying you no more attention after saying, âGo to sleep.â
And so you did. You got a good hourâs sleep and you think it was only when the plane started to make a steady descent that your body woke you up as a result of the decrease in altitude. But you woke up gently and slowly, and you realised you were still on Alexâs shoulder long before you opened your eyes.Â
You found yourself not wanting to move. The woody scent of his aftershave leaves you in a little trance all the time and you never want to bring yourself out of it. So you just blinked your eyes open slowly and told your body not to even twitch to give away that you were awake.Â
And Alex didnât notice because you now see heâs entirely too engrossed in his book. Charlotte Bronteâs Jane Eyre.
A true classic, you canât help but tiredly smile as you see heâs about to get to one of your favourite bits of the book. You following pretty easily for a few pages because heâs holding the book open practically as far as it can go (youâre so tired you can find it in yourself to shudder at the fact the book will definitely have a cracked spine) in one hand, and you only noticed when he turned the pages that his other had gone back to gently resting on your thigh.
Everything is good for about 5 minutes, but then the singer started reading too fast for you at one of your favourite bits, so you end up having to say a quiet, âGo back,âÂ
âWhat?â You feel Alex turn his head towards you a little, his jaw gently nudging your head but you donât make a single effort to move.
âHadnât finished the page,â You tell him and Alex canât help but smile as he turns the page back for you. Â
His only indication that youâre ready to move on is the slight nod of your head and Alex even angles the book towards your direction a little more so you can both read. He smiles at the way you havenât attempted to move from his shoulder at all, seemingly quite comfy.Â
You both continue reading together for the next few pages until the same thing happens again where Alex turns the page too soon. This time you whine a little as you whisper, âToo fast.â
âNot had you complain about my speed before.â Alex canât help but tease when the opportunity is right there for the taking, but all it earns him is a poke in his side which makes him jump and he just about peers down at you seeing you smiling victoriously.
After this you fall into a rhythm of you nodding slightly when you're ready for him to turn the page. It doesnât bother Alex at all, no it's the opposite, he finds you endearing that youâre both enjoying his book and reading it at the same time.Â
The both of you become entirely engrossed in Jane Eyreâs world that you barely even acknowledge that the plane is just about ready to land. Itâs only when the air hostessâ voice fills the plane as they announce over the tannoy that youâd be landing shortly, does Alex close the book.Â
At the same time you reluctantly pick your head up from his shoulder, Alex offers as he taps the book, âCan borrow it after me if you want?âÂ
âIâve already read it, I just love that part youâre on.â You hum, smiling at him in earnest, âThank you though.â
And both of you know youâre not just saying thank you for that offer, but thank you for allowing you to fall asleep on him.Â
The transfer to the resort even had you in awe. But when you got to the hotel and you entered your room, you were blown away by your view.Â
The white mountains are stunning and you were so glad you brought your camera. This was something you definitely didnât want to ever forget.Â
The air felt like ice on your skin as you took your pictures, the bitter cold making you want to jump into the private hot tub you have on your balcony.Â
You restrain yourself, saving that for later, you opt for a hot shower to settle you after that flight and you end up falling asleep in the warmest queen sized bed.Â
You all meet downstairs a few hours later where you get some food and decide that youâre going to all get ready to hit the slopes, you all opting for the red runs for today. They were so much fun and with you skiing, you just find yourself in awe of Flo on her snowboard flying past you all.Â
Itâs a fun few hours, with you all stopping half way down the slope at one of the cafes on the mountain where you all have a hot coffee, and the lads follow it up with a beer. The lads head off before the rest of you, wanting to be speed demons and race down the rest of the way which youâre all fine with.Â
You know Flo will inevitably end up beating them down anyway. Which she of course did.Â
Before you set off though, you girls decide that after dinner youâre all going to have a little hot tub party. So thatâs how youâre now sinking in the hot tub on your balcony, Katie already in after beating you to being the first.Â
You just laugh at her rushing in there to beat you, as you take off your hotel dressing gown to reveal your dark green bikini. Katie says she loves the colour of yours as you glance back around at her and tell her you adore her maroon one.Â
But itâs when you step into the tub that Katie gasps, loud enough for you to pause as you stand in the pool of bubbling water.Â
âWhat are they?â Katie points to your thighs with wide eyes.Â
Your bruised beyond belief thighs. Dark, almost purple bruises that litter the tops of your thighs which were left by the mouth of the singer next door.Â
âY/N!â Katie yells, her jaw dropped as she looks at the assault on your skin, âWhat the fuck?âÂ
âKatie, stop looking at me.â You get all flustered and embarrassed so you're about to sit down, but your best friend grabs your hips to stop you so she can look at the dark marks for longer.Â
âOh my fucking god.â She shakes her head, too shocked by the sheer amount of them. âItâs hard not to when you have those on your thighs Y/N!â
âPlease stop, can we just pretend you didnât see them.â You pry yourself out of her grip and finally immerse yourself into the hot water, loving the chill dissipating from your body.Â
âNo, I want the gossip.â Katie grabs her glass of prosecco youâd poured her and left on the side of the tub along with yours and the other girls that were meant to be coming shortly. âHowâs it been going between you two?âÂ
âFine.â You nod with a coy smile as you reach for your glass.Â
Your best friend shakes her head, âIâm not settling with fine.âÂ
âItâs good.â You take a long sip of your drink, knowing youâll need it if youâre having this conversation, âI guess he keeps me on my toes.â
âIn what way?â She prys.Â
You think about how to word your feelings for a second. The sound of the jets humming in the cold air fills the brief silence until you end on, âIâm still not used to having a booty call or being one. I still get a text off him and it throws me... He still makes me nervous.â
âThatâs good though.â Katie hums and nods, âHeâd be boring if he didnât make you nervous.â
âYeah, I guess.â You nod in agreement.Â
But your best friend enquires, âHeâs not making you nervous in general now, right? Just when he comes on to you?â
âNo, it's a lot better.â You explain honestly, sinking into the water a little more. âBut Iâm still not at ease if that makes any sense. I still find him difficult to read.â
âThat just comes with time.â Katie nods, understanding you entirely, âWhen you start spending more time with him, youâll figure it out.â
âWell that doesnât really happen,â You mumble a little but seeing as she heard you and noting that sparkle in her eye for the gossip, you explain, âHe sort of just shows up and we fuck and then he leaves.â
Katie frowns a little at that though, âThought he took you out?â
âThat was just until I felt more comfortable around him. Weâve not carried that on.â You almost cringe when you say, âWeâre just shagging now.â
âAnd howâs that going?â Your best friend smirks, âThe bruises seem like a good sign.â
You sigh, âYeahhh.â taking another sip of your drink.Â
âWhat was that sigh for?â She calls you out.Â
You try to pass it off immediately, âNothing.â
But sheâs not having any of it, âSânot nothing, come on.â
âHe was just a tease on the plane but heâs doing it on purpose.â Your cheeks heat up a bit as you tell her.Â
âGetting you ready for later.â She grins and gives you some teasing suggestive eyes herself.Â
You gently shake your head, âI donât think so.â
âOh?â Katie raises her eyebrows, âWhat does that mean?â
Oh fuck.Â
âDonât make me explain Katie.â You pout.Â
She pushes you, âCome onnnn.â
You just sigh in defeat and say, âWeâre not doing that right now.â
âExcuse me?â Your best friend is now even more confused.Â
âYou heard me Kate.â You sigh, closing your eyes not wanting to explain yet another of your stupid thoughts to her.Â
For clarityâs sake she has to ask, âWerenât you with him twice last week?â
âWe shagged on Boxing Day and then the 28th and New Years.â You tell her.Â
And it occurs to you that youâve probably not been this active on a regular basis since you were in your late teens. Either you or Alex clearly has the sex drive of a teenager and with the state of your thighs, you think itâs more likely Alex.Â
Glancing at the bruises again you can almost feel the ghost of his mouth there. You fall into the daze of remembering the way his lips attacked the tops of your thighs as he fingered you to edge you, not letting you finish until you were begging to have his tongue instead. Â
He toyed with you, saying his mouth was already on you, sucking your thighs that bit more before biting them making you whine. But you were desperate to have him eat you out. Have his tongue tease and flick your clit in the way he knows makes you lose your mind.Â
And he wouldnât give in. Not until you were on the edge for the third time, right on the verge of getting bratty with him and making the right decision he compensated by eating you out until you came twice on his tongue. And the way he fucked you afterwards, god, you wish-
âAnd heâs not touched you since?â Katieâs question shocks you back to reality.Â
You blink a few times, and shake your head, âNo.âÂ
She smirks, almost trying to hide it behind her glass, âI bet youâre losing your mind.â
âI feel like it.â You hum, nodding.Â
Katie asks, fully ready to big you up to go and knock on his door after your girls prosecco party, âDonât you want him to touch you?â
âI want nothing more at the minute.â You tell her honestly, âBut weâre not doing it until after the holiday.â
She frowns, completely confused, âWhy?â
Surely on holiday is on of the best places to fuck? Why wouldnât you be doing that? Katie canât help but think.Â
âBecause he knew I felt uncomfortable about him paying for me to come and I was worried heâd expect something from me.â
âY/N.â Her face falls and then she gently scorns you, âHeâs not like that.â
âI know he isnât Katie. But you know how my mind works. It worries me.â You shrug, not really being able to help it.Â
âWell I thi-â Katie starts but is interrupted by Florence appearing at the door of your balcony.Â
âHey,â You grin, very thankful for the conversation being cut short.Â
Hopefully never to be brought up again.Â
âFlo,â Katie smiles and waves her over, âCome in.â
The gorgeous woman walks out and hangs her dressing gown up before running to the tub to escape the chilly air. After commenting on how much both you and Katie like her black, glittery bikini, the artist asks you both, âWhat were we talking about?â
You try to think of something quickly to change the subject entirely but your best friend gets in there first and grins, âJust how Y/N/N is sleeping with Alex now and sheâs seeing if she can go the holiday without.â
You might drown yourself in this hot tub. Can you get any more embarrassed today?Â
Floâs smile is huge as her head whips around to you in shock. You can tell sheâs happy for you, presumably for Alex too, but she shocks you when she tells you, âDonât deny yourself the pleasure.â
Youâre so beyond confused by that statement until Katieâs eyes go wide as she gasps, âFuck, I always forget about you two.â
You blink a few times as you hear her tell Katie that itâs understandable sheâd forget because it was before her and Jamie got together. But youâre still in shock, you have to get the clarification, âYou and Alex?â
You hope it doesn't sound like youâre annoyed because youâre not, no one even Alex has to tell you anything about this and clearly Flo just found out about yours and her exâs rendezvous. Youâre just confused, clearly Katie forgot but youâve not even heard any jokes about it or any mention of it before now.Â
âYeah, a long time ago.â Flo nods and is quick to explain as she grabs her glass of prosecco. âLost our virginities to each other back in college, but started seeing him years later.â
She continues to explain with a roll of her eyes, âBut the idiot was seeing me at the same time as Alexa back on their Favourite Worst Nightmare tour so I held my tongue for about a week until I blew up and called him out in front of all the ladsâŚâ She adds quickly, âIt got ugly.â
It makes your chest go tight. He did that to one of his best friends years ago, and he did to his girlfriend of three years last year.Â
You're sincere when you say, âIâm so sorry.â
You feel almost embarrassed to be sleeping with him now. Especially when youâd consider Flo a friend of yours, even before this trip, when you spoke to her about her artwork that she creates at various parties youâve both attended. Sheâd always been lovely to you and made you feel entirely at ease.Â
And now youâre sleeping with her ex. You need the ground to open up and swallow you whole.Â
âDonât be, it worked out well in the end.â It seems that the artist canât keep the smile off her face as she finishes her story, âI went to Manchester and Matty and my cousin, Adam, got me through it. And when the time was right and I was healed, Matty asked me out and now weâve been together for a decade.â Her grin is huge as she proudly tells you, âMarried for three and a half years.â
Itâs impossible to not be happy for her, her love for her husband shining through so brightly. But you canât help but ask her, âWhy are you still friends with him? Alex, I mean.âÂ
You canât imagine anyone betraying your trust that much and being close friends with them years later.Â
âOh, it took a long while and a lot of grovelling on his part. But after two years of barely speaking to him, and with how happy I was with Matty, I forgave Al and now we get on like nothing ever happened.â Flo explains, âI see the other lads too often to let it continue for a lifetime of awkwardness.â
Sheâs a better person than you. You could never.Â
You think out loud. âThe lads didnât know he was two timing you?âÂ
âNo,â She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink before saying, âThey were as shocked as me when Alexa showed up. Only Miles knew, and covered for him.âÂ
You shake your head, seeing Miles in a completely different light now. But you guess if youâre judging Alex by how heâs only been with you, you have to do the same with Miles.Â
âYouâre too good. I would never forgive either of them for that.â Katie gives her two cents on the situation.Â
âIâve been told that a lot. By Alex himself too... But despite last year's shit show, he has changed.â Flo assures you, but then smirks, âSo enjoy him, queen.â
You sink into the water a bit more, entirely awkward about the way both women are smirking at you.Â
âDonât be embarrassed. Heâs good.â Flo giggles, âGod only knows that if I didnât call him out to everyone I would have a hard time choosing between him and Matty.âÂ
Youâre glad sheâs such a lovely person and she eases you entirely.Â
âGood job youâre married then.â You joke, which makes Katie also spit out her drink laughing and Flo giggles before clinking her prosecco glass with yours.Â
âYou should see her thighs.â Your best friend laughs.Â
You shoot her the dirtiest look, âKatie!â
~*~*~*~Â
Thankfully by the time Kristen arrived the subject of you and Alex had long since been dropped.Â
Flo saw your thighs and she told you about how she thinks the man will never truly grow up because he left lots of love bites on her boobs when they lost their virginities, and mercifully after that, the subject moved away and the four of you are now just chilling and listening to your a playlist thatâs blaring through your phone.Â
You were all giggling at nothing in particular when you got startled by two men at the balcony door. Alex and Jamie come outside in their trunks and Jamie is the one to scoff, âYou all thought you could have a party without us.â
Jamie practically jumps in and sits himself down between Flo and Katie, but your attention is drawn to Alex who sinks in beside you and you half find yourself wanting to scurry over to Katie.Â
He looks too good. Last time youâd seen him shirtless you were drunk and your memory hazy, but he looks so fucking good and his toned abdomen and his trunks low enough for you to clearly see that V line down to- Stop.Â
Stop.Â
Thankfully Alex doesnât seem to notice the way you get a little bit more tense with him beside you. Instead he immediately asks Flo, âHowâs Matty, angel?âÂ
âYeah heâs good, thanks Shakespeare.â Flo smiles, and despite not understanding her nickname for him, you happily listen in to distract yourself.Â
Maybe itâs to do with the Macbeth reference in If You Were There, Beware? You canât help but wonder. Maybe youâll ask her later.Â
The singer canât help but ask curiously, âWhy didnât he join us again?âÂ
âTour rehearsals.â The artist informs him, âHis UK tour starts on the ninth.â
âFair enough,â Alex nods, clearly completely understanding the situation Floâs husband finds himself in. âIâm glad we arenât back on the road till late Feb now.âÂ
âBet you are.â Flo smiles at him but when he tunes into Jamieâs conversation, her eyes flick to you and she smirks.Â
You sink even further into the water.Â
Despite Alex now being beside you, you try not to let your nervous energy take over. No, instead you carry on as normal and have some of the funniest conversations with the people around you. Youâre only thrown off when you realise that an old Arctic Monkeys song comes on through your phone and your eyes go wide when Jamie sighs, âI havenât heard this song in so long.âÂ
Immediately, you tense hearing the guitar and drums at the start of Bigger Boys and Stolen Sweethearts. Fuck, this is why you donât normally have your music on around Katie, so you donât have this awkward interaction.
âSorry, I didnât realise it was in this playlist.â You say, immediately turning to reach for your phone.
Liar. You feel Alexâs eyes screaming at you, as he looks amused at the fact you like his music, as if he already didnât know.Â
âKeep it on.â Jamie tells you, and you hesitate for a split second feeling Alexâs eyes on you until his friend continues to say, âComplete nostalgia of playing it at yours Al.âÂ
âYeah, itâs a gooden.â Alex smiles.
âWho was this one even about Al?â Flo asks, entirely amused, thankfully stealing the singer's attention away from you so he doesnât see you starting to fidget, really not wanting the song to stay on.
Your knee is twitching, your foot tapping on the floor of the jacuzzi like you canât sit still at all. Thankfully the water and the bubbles will be enough to stop you from being noticed though.
âJust that girl I fancied back in Year 11.â Alex explains, âShe was in your English lessons, I think she was called-â
If you were to tell the story again, you wouldnât have been able to name the girl at all. Just that Alex really liked her in school and never got the courage to ask her out and then some guy who was in the year above them in school ended up going out with her.Â
The conversation moved on and easily past that and your awkwardness about the man youâre sleeping with catching you having his song on your playlist eases off. But then, about 10 minutes later, it happens again.Â
âFuck my life,â You whisper immediately reaching to grab your phone this time.Â
Because this is so much worse.Â
Itâs not just that Piledriver Waltz has started to play. Itâs even more embarrassing that it's the Submarine soundtrack version of the song, itâs just Alex. Not even Arctic Monkeys. Â
âDidnât know you enjoyed my music this much, sweet.â Alex canât help but once again tease you. Finding your reactions too entertaining not to.Â
The panic in your eyes when the first Monkey's song came on, but the way you swore under your breath at this one just made him want to burst out laughing. You look absolutely mortified, and clearly not wanting to get any extra teasing from himself or your friends which you were likely expecting.
But Alex isnât one to disappoint. So of course he teased you.Â
You canât help but narrow your eyes at him, âIn the nicest possible way, fuck off.â Before you quickly look for a playlist that is safe and doesnât have any of his songs on there.Â
âItâs all good Y/N.â Alex smirks, âItâs good to know Iâm doing something right.â
His hand comes to rest on your thigh to stop your leg from tapping. You swallow, stopping your movements and taking a deep breath to not let it get to you that the others could see his hand on your thigh. Although youâd rather them see his hand there than the bruises heâs left.Â
Thankfully the bubbles disguise it from everyone else and no one comments, but just as you ask, âWhat album do you want to listen to?â Miles and Nick turn up at your door with more alcohol in their hands and everyone beckons them in.Â
Which is an issue for you because the hot tub is probably only meant to have 4 people in it at the most and now thereâs 8 of you. So youâre unsure why itâs you and Kirsten that have drawn the short straws, but youâve both been pulled into the laps of who youâre sleeping with. But one second you were seated closely beside Alex, and now youâre sitting on his lap, your arm having to go over his shoulder so you don't slip off as you lean into him a little.Â
Kirsten and Nick, you understand, they are married. Flo not sitting in Milesâ lap, you again understand because they arenât together. What you donât understand is why Katie isnât on her husband's lap when they are married and have a child. But you, who has been sleeping with this man for less than a month, has been pulled onto his lap to make more room for everyone.Â
All of a sudden you feel like youâre holding your breath and canât relax. After being submerged in the warm water for so long, most of your top half being exposed to the crisp air makes you chilly and your thighs feel far too close to the surface of the water so you feel your hands in your lap to try and disguise the bruises.Â
Thankfully one of Alexâs arms comes to rest across your thighs too and he holds your thighs again. And you canât help slipping back into that little daydream of yours.Â
Of the way he pried your thighs open, as if you werenât already willing and dripping for him. As if you werenât begging him to eat you out anyway. And when he finally gave into your demands his fingers only dug into your skin more, holding you open entirely at his mercy.Â
And when he worked you up and up until he had your back arching and his name caught in your throat as you pulled harshly on his hair. He kept going, eating up everything you had to give him until you were writhing beneath him entirely overstimulated.Â
After he blissfully tortured you like that, he kissed his way up your body until you could taste yourself on his tongue. And that only lead to him fucking you till you could barely move. His cock made you see stars when he hooked his arms under your legs and moved them closer to your chest.Â
The pleasure he drove into you over and over was blinding, you saw white when you came. The only thing you can remember is the way Alex groaned into your ear when you clenched around him and the way he moaned when you tugged on his sweaty hair. And the way he bit your shoulder when he got his release not a minute later.Â
Not to mention the way he flipped you over when you both caught your breaths and he fu-
âI can feel you.â Alex's whisper startles you out of your memory and your eyes snap to the man you were daydreaming about.Â
You all but jump off his lap, your heart racing ten to the dozen feeling like youâve been caught red handed. But you keep calm, not letting your cheeks heat up to give you away.Â
âFeel what?â You ask him, the shock slowly disappearing from your face.Â
âYour pulse,â Alex tells you in a low voice, his grip on you tightening, âOn my thigh.â
And it dawns on you what he means. Youâre fucking throbbing, completely aching at the thought of him. And he can fucking feel you.Â
Fuck offfffffff. Men can actually feel that?!
No. No. No.Â
âDonât know what youâre talking about.â You play dumb, having to because you donât think youâll be able to look at him again if not.Â
Not that you can right now, you just look at Flo and start listening to her, Miles, and Kirstenâs conversation. Meanwhile praying to every god that there is that you calm the fuck down and you stop being horny immediately.Â
âCourse you donât, sweet.â Alex kisses your shoulder and his lips linger on your skin as he smirks, âJust like you canât feel me.â
Youâre about to ask him what he means until he shifts you against him more and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh. Heâs hard. Really hard. You have to hold in the sound you want to make.Â
Why the fuck did you want this âno fuckingâ shit. You canât stop thinking about him. The way you want to kiss him. The way you want him in your mouth. The way you want him to fill you up and fuck you like itâs the last time youâre ever going to be able to.Â
You donât even realise what youâre doing until Alex grunts in your ear, âIâd stop wriggling unless you want me to fuck you in front of these lot.â
Your thighs press against each other and you pray Alex didnât feel that too. Despite him definitely noticing, Alex didnât say anything, didnât tease you any more and you just about managed to have a conversation with Flo about how sheâs joining her husband on his tour and how sheâs going to stay in Sheffield for a while after to see her best friend.Â
But itâs not long after that, the alcohol runs dry and everyone notices the time. Nick and Kirsten are the first to leave, followed by Katie and Jamie, and when you donât move from Alexâs lap (because he wonât let you, his hands clutching you tightly after you tried to move when the first couple left. Clearly doesnât think the bubbles will hide his hard on) Flo and Miles are the last to get out.Â
Miles gives you both a cheeky smile and he helps the artist out of the tub and hands her the dressing gown. Both of them say bye to you and Alex but Florence gives you a teasing look as she leaves, seeming to scream at the both of you, have funnn.Â
Your jaw locks and you very subtly shake your head at her, trying your absolute best to keep the smile off your face and show your strength. And youâd say you do well, you shout an unbothered bye to the direction they went and only when you hear your bedroom door thud shut does Alexâs hold on you go slack.Â
And finally you release the breath you were holding and grab the side of the tub to stand up, needing off this man's lap before you do something youâll regret. Abandoning your empty prosecco glass you just get yourself stood up when the singer stops you.Â
âWhere are you going?â Alex gently grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, the water sloshing as you fall back towards him.Â
âAlex,â You sigh as he moves you so youâre straddling him, but before you can even protest his mouth finds yours.Â
His kiss takes your breath away, and he doesnât give you time to think. He just wants you to feel.Â
Alex attacks you with long kisses, three of them that have you forgetting that you were even trying to get away. Itâs as if something ignites in you both, the mere connection of your lips has your skin erupting in goosebumps, and they arenât from the contrast with the hot water and the cold air.Â
But you seem to get some perspective and much to Alexâs disappointment, you pull back from the kiss. But he doesnât let you go far at all, his hand on the back of your neck keeps you close enough your foreheads are resting against each others.Â
âItâs just a kiss.â Whispers the man whoâs got your heart racing, his hand pulling your neck that bit closer hoping youâll kiss him again.Â
âItâs never just a kiss with you,â You breathlessly reply, gently shaking your head, your nose rubbing against his.Â
When he pulls you back for another kiss you canât deny yourself the simple pleasure. Because it is never just a kiss.Â
And it isnât, because youâre not sure what this one is laced with, but youâre addicted. You donât want to stop for a single second, especially not when he grabs your hips with both hands and pulls you against him properly.Â
Your back arches, your chest against his now and he can feel your peaked nipples through your bikini top. He canât help but groan, heâs been wanting to feel them against him in some capacity since he saw them through your bikini top when he lifted you onto his lap and you got cold and his head filled with filth about you.Â
About how he wanted to pinch them between his fingers so youâd make that noise he loves. About how he couldnât stop thinking about his head being back between your thighs when he spotted the bruises heâd left there. About how he wanted nothing more than to tease you in front of his friends, to see how far he could push you out of your comfort zone. And after he could feel you throbbing on his thigh he wanted nothing more than to make you cum over and over again.Â
This kiss turns hard and hungry and it takes you enough by surprise that if you were standing youâd have stumbled back with the force of it. As youâre on his lap though, you canât escape and you donât for a second want to. Alexâs hands move your hips so you start grinding on him and both of you moan at the friction.Â
You hope that the rumble of the jets hides them from anyone other than the two of you, and you pray to every god that Katie and Jamie havenât decided to go into their hot tub as they are the room beside yours. Despite the wooden panelling hiding the balconies completely from potential neighbours, you need to keep quiet. But itâs so difficult when heâs making you feel so good.Â
The more you grind against him, the more you can feel your stomach tighten with need. The way Alex is dragging you against his cock just makes you worse, your clit finally getting the friction itâs been aching for. Â
Minutes pass of your whining, gasping, and mewling as he encourages you, taking handfuls of your arse to pull you towards him as he bucks his hips up into yours. His moans motivate you more, your hips now erratic in search for relief as he kisses you.Â
Alex licks into your mouth like he canât get enough of the way you taste. His groans spur you on, and his hand moving up to the middle of your waist has you arching into his chest again, and he canât help but move his hips in time with yours, loving the little whines that escape your pretty lips.Â
But he needs to hear more, so when you tug on his hair, and he bucks up into you, he bites your bottom lip when you moan so he can muffle it with his own lips. He smirks when he pulls away and he grabs your face, his thumb and index finger pressing your cheeks together as he grinds you against him again, his fingers digging into your hip ensuring it.Â
The moan you let out for him then, you canât suppress, and by the way Alexâs eyes seem to sparkle with delight shows you just how satisfied the sound makes him. Like it was intent all along to have you be loud for him.
âDo I feel good, sweet?â His voice a low whisper that has your throat bobbing. Â
The singer kisses his way up your jaw before biting your earlobe, and he clearly wants an answer, âWell?â His hand falling from your cheeks to your neck and the slightest pressure has your head in pieces.Â
âMmm.â You hum in agreement pulling back enough to grab his jaw and bring his lips back up to yours.Â
You refuse to let him mark your neck up again, no matter how good his lips feel on your throat. And at this point you know heâd do it just to get the both of you caught to see if you could withstand your friends teasing.Â
This between you carries on for longer than it should. But that pull, that spark, between you, now ignited neither of you can get enough.Â
âYou like knowing you get me this hard, just from seeing the bruises I left on your thighs?â Alex rasps, as he kisses slowly down your neck.Â
At this point, you think youâd do just about anything to have his lips on you or on your skin somehow. Itâs addicting. So much so that you donât remember the silly rule that you agreed upon, especially when Alex moves his hand Â
âFrom seeing these,â Alex hums against your neck as his thumbs circling both your nipples through your bikini. âI can still feel them on my chest from the other night.â
His lips trail down your neck and the top of your chest and he kisses over your skin and his hands grab at you that bit tighter as he says, âI want my mouth all over you, sweet.â
His thumbs hook into your bikini top and he pulls both cups to the side, leaving you bare for him. His lips are on your breast in a second and the other he kneads in his calloused hand.Â
Your head falls back, a moan falling freely from your lips as you grind yourself onto his cock as he sucks your nipple. Needing as much friction as you can get because you could easily finish like this if he carried on. But god, you want him inside you instead.Â
Picking your head up, your fingers tug in his hair encouraging him as his right hand now grabs your arse again making you move on him. Fuck, you could cum just from this, easily if he carries on.Â
He swaps to your other tit, lapping at it and savouring the sweetness of your skin and he canât help but moan when you rut against him again. God, he just wants to have you like this forever, just free of inhibitions and completely giving into your desire.Â
âWell, sweet? You like knowing what you do to me?â He teases, but he takes it a step further and he reaches between you and he presses circles onto your clit through your clothes, âThat I like feeling this greedy thing throbbing on my lap for me?â
The sound you let out is guttural and completely obscene. To mute it you harshly pull his hair so you can press your lips against his to quieten yourself. But fuck knows if he even helps.Â
His sweet torture continues and you feel the tension forming in your lower stomach, flames scorching your limbs, all caused by the man whoâs name falls from your lips in desparate pleas, âAlex.â
His kiss is hot and heavy like a man starved, like he could never get enough of you. His hands claiming you is something promise youâll never deny yourself the pleasure of again, those magic fucking fingers have you seeing stars. Each swipe of them against your clothed clit pushes you closer towards that delightful edge.Â
âI- Al, oh.â Fuck. Youâre going to finish, this is it and itâs going to shatter you entirely.Â
His warm hands on you, the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your own, his body heat making your nipples perk from the stimulation. And his fucking cock that youâre aching to have inside you, heâs so hard all you can think about is reaching down and moving your costume to the side so you can line him up and fill you to the br-
So consumed with your thoughts and your erratic hips chasing the orgasm you're on the verge of having you miss the singer mumble against your lips, âOkay, thatâs enough.â Â
You only register when Alexâs hand now holds your hip to stop you from moving and you hear him say, âStop, sweet.â
âNo,â You helplessly whine, entirely cockdrunk at this point, wanting him too badly and you kiss him deeply again.Â
But Alex only entertains the kiss for another second, before he pulls away and to stop your lips from following his again, he holds your jaw, âIf you keep kissing me, weâre not going to make it another minute.â
Youâre so breathless you barely understand what he means. But as you take a minute to get some oxygen back into your system you realise what youâve done and god you want to lock yourself up and throw away the key.Â
âIâm sorry.â You swallow, looking away from his gaze.Â
âDonât apologise.â Alex shakes his head, and you note heâs just as out of breath as you. And he gently readjusts your bikini so itâs covering your modesty again as he says, âWe agreed on your rule, sweet, donât wanna break it on day one now, do we?â
Itâs his smirk that he gives you as he says the end of that which makes you say, âYouâre a bully.â
Because heâs got you all hot and bothered, only to completely edge you and use âyour ruleâ as an excuse to leave you right on the brink. God you could absolutely throttle him. But knowing Alex, heâd enjoy it, so you keep your hands to yourself.Â
The singer just laughs, âYou love it.â And he taps your arse under the water to prompt you to stand up so he can too.Â
Jesus Christ itâs only now that you realise how perishing the cold is, you practically jump out of the tub and run for your dressing gown before heading to the door. And youâre kind enough to hold the door open for Alex as he wraps his towel around his shoulders.Â
Itâs only now that you gulp seeing just how little the swim shorts disguise his erection. Standing at attention is an understatement, and thereâs a little spark of pride that scorches your blood knowing youâve caused that.Â
You donât let your eyes linger, but you know from the smug smirk on his face as he walks through the door that heâs caught you looking. And the prick opens his mouth, probably to bully you once more but you beat him to it as you close and lock the balcony door.Â
âYou donât care about the rule, whyâd you stop when I was clearly enjoying myself?â You ask as you follow him to the door to your room.Â
âBecause you were dead set about not wanting to before we came.â Alex tells you sincerely, and you canât help your heart from warming that little bit as he looks you in the eye and says, âI donât want you regretting anything between us.âÂ
Swallowing down the smile you want to plaster all over your face, you tell him, âI donât regret what just happened, for the record.â
âGood.â Alex smiles, walking the last few steps to your door. And the singer is about to open it before he pauses, turns back and tells you, âOh, and donât get yourself off.âÂ
Immediately you frown a little. Itâs a miracle your words donât come out as a scoff, âDonât think you have that authority.âÂ
The smirk that comes to those pretty swollen lips and the way his eyes darken is something that needs capturing in a museum. Fucking hell itâs definitely banked away in a certain area of your mind.Â
âI could just fuck you now if youâre going to do that.â Alex raises his eyebrows, and you can tell heâso putting the offer out there.Â
But after him saying itâs only day one, youâre definitely not giving in now. A week without fucking him. You can do it. You just canât fucking slip up again. How embarrassing of you to have given in to your temptations only mere hours after your holiday began.Â
Alex seems to understand your thoughts entirely so he quickly saves himself from a scolding, âThink of it as being edged instead, donât touch yourself. Itâll make next week more fun.â
Your still fucking throbbing for him, aching isnât even the right word for the need for relief youâre feeling. It looks like your bullet wonât be being used while youâre away after all. But if youâre showing restraint, you certainly wonât be the only one.Â
You nod, the corner of your lips tugging up a little seeing Alex smile down at you and as he reaches from the door handle to let himself out, you surprise him by saying, âDonât touch yourself either then.âÂ
He looks at you again, his eyes entirely full of surprise that youâve given him an order. But heâll do it for you. He wonât be a double standard, so he agrees. Â
Although when he opens the door and takes a step out, and you tell him, âGo get a cold shower.â He loves your brattiness. Â
âCould share one of those?â Alex offers as he takes a step back towards you, his eyes bright and full of mischief as he smirks down at you.Â
All you can think is, And end up having a repeat of the first time you were in the shower with him? No chance.Â
âSee you tomorrow, Alex.â You smile, placing a hand on his bare chest and pushing him towards the door perpendicular to yours.Â
Alex chuckles, blowing you a teasing kiss, âGoodnight, sweet.â
~*~*~*~ January 4th 2019 ~*~*~*~
To say that the next couple of days were positively torturous would be a massive understatement. The cold shower you had after Alex left your room that first night didnât do much to calm you down, the ache between your thighs didnât disappear until well into the night of you tossing and turning in bed.Â
At one point you were ready to march into his room and tell him how unfair it is to leave you on edge like that, and that it was unfair because youâd be so pent up that youâd have a miserable holiday. But then youâd realise youâd see the singer's smug smirk and heâd say something along the lines of, âYouâre so greedy that you come begging me to get you off, is that it? You canât go even a few hours without me, can you not? You poor sweet thing.âÂ
So you chose to stay warm in bed, following his direction of not getting yourself off and you eventually fall asleep. You swear though that if he got himself off and didnât stick through this with you, youâd be absolutely fuming.Â
And you canât help but be pleased when Alex eventually joins you all for breakfast the next morning, and he made a thunderstorm look appealing. âIn a moodâ would be an understatement. The singer looked like he hadnât slept a wink, he hadn't even bothered with his hair, it was still dishevelled, and his glum, tired face had a smile tugging on your lips.
Good. You like knowing youâre not the only one who felt absolutely tortured.   Â
You had to hide your smirk by taking a drink of your orange juice, sipping it through the straw as your eyes linger on the singer who looks like he could commit a murder if his breakfast was served wrong. Clearly though, youâre not being as slick as you thought you were hiding your amusement by taking a drink because when Alexâs eyes lock with yours he sees the knowing in them.Â
Instead of shying away from him though, you stare straight into his eyes and let your smirk show when you pull your drink out. You even raise your eyebrows at him entirely enthralled that he looks so much worse than you this morning. Looks like itâll be cold showers for him for the foreseeable future. Â
Alex couldnât help but find you equally as amusing that morning at breakfast. The smile stayed on your face for the entirety of your meal and he could tell that seeing him so affected by the lack of your company had somehow boosted your confidence. So, pent up he may be, but heâd suffer in silence for as long as he needed to see that smug look on your face once more. Â
Alex made sure his teasing continued throughout that day and the next. His flirting and lingering looks had you more on edge than usual thanks to the fact you felt entirely touch-starved, but you couldnât deny that he had your heart racing.Â
On the slopes he would sometimes wait for you if he wasnât racing the boys or Flo down the mountain, to make sure you got down alright and there would be flirting when youâd stopped at the cafeâs that were half way down the slope. And he had you buy him the promised drinks that made you come on this holiday in the first place so you were happy keeping your end of that bargain.Â
He really made you smile today when you had a bit of a fall on the slope. He watched you fall but he stopped right beside you and made sure you were okay before getting you back to your feet and he went down the slope as by your side as he could get. And when you both reached the bottom, he played into checking you over, being cheeky and saying heâd have to get the layers off you to make a complete and thorough check. Something which of course you rolled your eyes at but you couldnât keep the smile from your face.Â
When you walked out of your room each night dressed to go for dinner he told you how gorgeous you looked in your dress when he saw you, whether that be him stepping out of his room at the same time coincidentally or when you walked down with Katie and he was waiting for you with the other lads. Tonight was the latter and the way he looked you up and down made you feel all tingly inside.
And this evening at dinner he sat beside you and when you were waiting between courses, Alex rested his hand on your thigh, and it wasnât at all to try and rile you, he seemed to just want to be affectionate. And Flo is right, why would you deny yourself that pleasure.Â
You know youâre nowhere near a relationship, or possibly even heading into that direction. But this fun youâre having with him, it doesnât mean you canât take comfort from the small meaningful gestures that youâve found that youâve missed since your last relationship.Â
So yes, youâve adored the flirting, and matched his energy entirely by giving him back as much as good as youâve got which grants you access to that cheeky smirk youâre starting to love being the cause of. You pretend like your heart doesnât do something stupid when heâs affectionate and youâll continue to act like you arenât dying for him to touch you and kiss you and fuck you until youâre back home.Â
And all of this is the reason why right now, youâre absolutely seething at yourself. Why youâre now at this bar, side-eyeing the man whoâs had you at whit's end for the past few days wanting god to do you a favour and stop what youâre seeing.Â
You hate it, you absolutely hate it. Seeing Alexâs hand on her hip, the way he smiles at her as sheâs talking, and the way heâs making this random girl laugh.Â
Itâs been at least 15 minutes now since he went up to the bar to get himself another drink and left your group at the few standing tables in the corner which youâd all claimed. And when you looked over after 5 minutes of him disappearing, you saw him at the bar talking away with possibly the most gorgeous woman youâd ever seen.Â
Intimidated isnât even the word you could use to compare yourself to the stunning woman. Sheâs just everything youâre not. Clearly she's confident to speak to a stranger normally and not at 100 miles per hour because sheâs nervous. Sheâs absolutely gorgeous with the complete opposite hair colour and style to yours, and her dress accentuates all of her features perfectly, leaving little to everyoneâs imagination but sheâs so gorgeous and fearlessly self assured, thereâs no way you could possibly compete with a woman like her.Â
Your chest sinks because itâs so easy for you to realise just how jealous of this woman you are. Not just because she holds Alexâs attention and you want that back for yourself, youâre just hit with that intimidatingly jealous feeling youâve not experienced for such a long time. And itâs such a dirty feeling, you really judge yourself for it.Â
Because youâre well aware youâre not in a relationship with the singer. Yes youâre fucking each other but he could easily call that off at any point, especially on holiday when youâve established youâre not sleeping with each other and that will make your self esteem plummet and not to be dramatic but youâll more than likely never put yourself out there again, and you think that is valid enough if thatâs how this night ended.  Â
To make it worse, the ladies youâre with, your close friends can clearly see that youâre slipping into a foul mood. A few times youâve been asked whatâs wrong, and youâd have to tune back into conversations and plaster a fake smile on your face because youâve got so stupidly in your head about all of this.Â
It was only when Katie followed your gaze to the bar did she realise what was making you slip into a bad mood. On the down low, when Kirsten and Flo were having their own conversation, Katie said, âY/N/N?âÂ
âHmm?â You hum, tearing your eyes away from a laughing Alex and the stunning woman. Â
You look at your best friend as she seriously asks, âWhat are you waiting for?âÂ
Immediately, youâre confused, âWhat?âÂ
Katie canât help but laugh to herself a little as youâre being so blatantly obvious to her. And she canât lie, she secretly loves seeing you jealous, because sheâs never witnessed it before. And the mere fact youâre being silently possessive over Alex is all the more amusing to her.Â
âJust go and get him.â She encourages you, seeing that youâre holding your glass of wine that little bit too tight. Â
She understands that youâre probably that bit more jealous too because you are bordering on being a little bit drunk. Your tolerance is slightly better than hers and she knows that youâve drank near enough the same amount so sheâs very aware how your thoughts are probably being manipulated by the alcohol.Â
âNo, if he wants to play he can,â You tell her and put on a brave face, turning away from him now in an attempt to not shoot daggers at him with your eyes, âHe just wonât be getting me again afterwards.â
And you mean it. You wonât get caught up in that STD mess waiting to happen. Condoms or not. Itâs a no from you.Â
You drink with the girls a bit more then, the other lads make you laugh too but after a few minutes you become all too aware again that thereâs a missing piece. And itâs like a wound to the chest when you see heâs still there talking to that woman and they seem to be standing that little bit closer, smiles still on both of their faces.Â
Something about it hurts, and not due to the fact heâs being flirted with. It mostly gets to you because heâs being so kind to someone heâs just met and you only got that side of him after a ten years and only when you called him out for his behaviour. It makes your heart sink a little, you just donât know why he wasnât ever this friendly toward you when you were first introduced, yet he can be so kind, smiley, and flirty to a complete stranger.Â
Up until 6 months ago, Alex would barely hold a conversation with you and something about that always hurt. The effort youâd make only for it to go unreciprocated when he probably knew how much it took for you to not be socially awkward around him. Itâs a blow to your chest and to your ego.Â
And to make it worst, heâs flirting with this girl as if you havenât been fucking each other for a month and he didnât almost fuck you in the hot tub the other night. As if the bruises he left on your thighs arenât still very prominent and he didnât edge you, leaving you craving every little bit of him for the last two days. And now heâs flirting with someone that isnât you.Â
And you canât even blame the woman for flirting with him. He looks impeccable this evening. Heâs in a black suit with a black shirt and he looks incredible. Like youâd do just about anything for him to pull you aside in this darkened bar and for him to whisper filthy promises in your ear before his lips find yours and he takes your breath away all over again.Â
But youâre not so lucky. And your mood worsens when you see the bartender come back with two drinks in his hands and he places them in front of the pair. But itâs when Alex gets his card out and seemingly pays for both does your heart drop.Â
Has he just fucking bought her a drink?
You blink a few times and force yourself to look away. The feeling thatâs settled in your stomach not being one that you want to ever be feeling. Jealousy is such an ugly emotion and you wish it wasnât running through your veins right now so you try and breath through it, letting the thoughts pass you by as quickly as they come. Â
The people that know you best though, can see youâve sort of checked out from the conversations surrounding you, and youâre staring out of the window at the snow thatâs beginning to gently fall. Your best friend knows itâs not the same zoned out as you were awestruck when you first arrived on this holiday though, itâs due to you being in your head because of the man at the bar.Â
And it seems Katie isnât the only one, because Flo asks Mrs Cook quietly, âShould I go tell him?â
Katie notes that she nods over towards the bar, but your best friend immediately shakes her head. Â
âNo,â She tells her, âLet him dig his own grave.â
Because after everything last year, she wants Alex to prove himself worthy of having her best friend. She knows you deserve something good, and despite being 99% sure that Alex is just being polite to a fan at the bar, she wants him to prove that he wouldnât ruin this good thing that you both have going for the sake of another woman who could pass as a model. Â
So Katie distracts you, getting another glass of wine down you is easy to do and she has you giggling with her and Flo again.Â
While you adore your friends for their distraction tactics, Alex and the stunning woman linger in your mind, and you feel like you need a second to quieten those intrusive thoughts. So you head to the toilet in hopes to clear your head but when you hold the sink and look at your reflection the clarity that hits you is that youâre drunk and probably (most definitely) overreacting, and you just find yourself wanting to close your eyes.Â
So thatâs why when you make your way back to your friends, who Alex is still not with, you decide your night is done.Â
âGuys, Iâm going to head back.â You tell all of them, âThe wine has gone to my head and Iâm so tired after today.â
Each and every one of their faces fall and they all start a little bit of a commotion, shaking their heads and shout over each other drunkenly pleading with you not to go. But itâs a singer who is the one that complains the loudest.Â
âNoooo come on, Y/N/N.â Miles throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him as he says, âParty with us.â
You smile at him but thereâs no way youâll be giving in. You need your bed. And to get away from Alex and the stunning woman taking all of his attention at the bar.Â
âMiles, you saw the fall I had earlier today,â You almost wince at the memory, âIâm knackered and just wanna get in bed so Iâm good again tomorrow.â
âIâll walk you back.â Jamie offers but immediately you shake your head, having none of it.Â
âNo, youâre having a great time, stay out. Have fun.â You smile, giving him a look to say âdo not put on your coatâ as you put on your own.Â
Youâll be perfectly fine getting back by yourself, everywhere is lit well enough to make the 5 minute walk back feel safe. And you could certainly use the time to clear your head.Â
So you just smirk, wrapping your coat around you and downing the last of your white wine. And you grin, âI'll see you all hungover for breakfast in the morning.â
They all laugh at your little joke, knowing itâll more than likely come to fruition, before they pull you into hugs goodbye. Flo, you realise, gives the best hugs out in the group, and she holds you tightly as she whispers in your ear, âAre you sure?â
You donât hesitate to nod, âPositive.âÂ
She pouts a little as you pull away from the hug but you give her a kiss on the cheek and tell her to have another drink for you which makes her giggle and she promises she will. And then the only person left over here you have to hug is your very drunk best friend, and Katie all but smothers you with her bear hug.Â
God you adore your best friend so much. Or you do until she easily reads between the lines and questions your actions.Â
âThis isnât to do with Alex, is it?â She asks, pouting like sheâs both angry and upset, âBecause you canât let him spoil your fun.â
You hate that she knows you so well, but wanting to go back to your hotel room is only marginally to do with Alex at this point. You know if you drank anymore tonight youâd be worse for wear tomorrow and you donât want to ruin this precious holiday by staying in your room wanting to throw up.Â
âNo, I'm just tired.â You lie, trying not to even think about the fact that Alex not really giving you any attention and flirting with another girl was what triggered your bad mood in the first place. You tell her, âI just wanna get some sleep.â
âOkay queen.â Katie nods before she pulls back and she looks into your eyes to seriously tell you, âText me as soon as you get back to the hotel, okay?â
âI will.â You promise her and after she gives you another hug, you turn to leave.Â
You avoid looking anywhere near the bar even though you have to pass it to leave, but youâre quick and you leave out of the side doors and make it down the stairs fairly quickly. The automatic doors expose you to the cold air quickly and youâre so thankful you chose your long, navy dress this evening, even if you were regretting the slit in it that comes up to just above your knee when the wind hits you. Â
Thankfully, your âgoing out coatâ is a long one, coming down to just past your knees, and would retain most of your body heat, so as you walk towards the doors you start to slowly button it up. But your buttons arenât cooperating, they won't go through the bloody buttonhole. Clearly nothing wants to go right for you this evening.
And you end up not paying attention to where youâre going as you walk out of the bar, you donât realise that the smoking areas out front has gotten busier so you end up turning to head back to your hotel and you bump into someone at quite a little bit of force. Immediately, you end up almost slipping too, not realising that the ground has become slippy too thanks to the fresh snow landing and melting. But before you fall arse over tit, you're saved by your own victim. The poor man you bumped into. Â
âOh god, Iâm so sorry.â You say as you grab onto his tattooed arm that stabled you.Â
And itâs only when youâre sure youâre steady on your feet do you look at the exquisite man. A gasp almost leaves your mouth at just how attractive he is. The strong jawline, the short black hair, the sun kissed skin, and possibly the most stunning eyes youâve ever seen in your entire life. They are such a gorgeous shade of blue they almost look purple, and God, you half wish you could stare into them all night. Â
âNo worries,â The man holding your arm says, and once heâs satisfied you can stand properly again, his eyes drop to take you in.Â
It makes you feel like your heart is in your throat for the two seconds he checks you out, but under the stare of those gorgeous eyes, it feels like it lasts an age. You canât help watching as a small smirk forms on his lips, clearly pleased with what he sees and when his eyes meet yours again, you feel like your knees could fall from under you again if he wasnât still holding you up. Heâs dream worthy.
His fingers move down your wrist and he gently comes to squeeze your hand as he smirks but endearingly says, âCareful darling.âÂ
Immediately, the pet name makes you flush, and under his gaze you feel like youâre vibrating somehow, and you realise just how badly you need to get yourself back to your hotel. So to not make a fool out of yourself again, you cut the situation short.
âThank you.â You give him a gracious smile and a small nod of your head before turning towards your hotel and safely begin to rush off.Â
In your peripherals, you see the two other men that the stunning man was accompanied by and youâre glad you didnât interact with them too, because they look just as attractive as their friend. Youâd surely crumble under their gazes and start awkwardly chatting their ears off so youâre pleased to get away from both them and that bar.Â
At least this gives your drunk mind a quick distraction from wondering what Alex and that girl are currently up to. You try not to think about how cosy they might have got or if either of them have made a move. No, youâd rather think about your embarrassing encounter with a model worthy guy who then checked you out and you said thank you to him.Â
Thank you? God, youâre so fucking stupid for saying thank you Y/N/N, that doesnât even make sense. Thank you for me bumping into you and being so kind about it? What was the thank you for? Silly bitch.Â
God you really need to get to sleep. Your brain is absolutely spinning.Â
Instead you find yourself focussing on the crunch of snow under your boots, how you can see your breath in front of you. And the gentle light coming from the lampposts illuminates the snow thatâs slowly falling from the sky and you canât help but think that itâs so beautiful despite it being so cold.Â
Finally you manage to do up the buttons of your coat and your hands are stuffed in your pockets as you carry on walking. But itâs only a few seconds later, you hear your name being shouted behind you. You think youâre hearing things so you donât stop walking, but then you hear someone running behind you and a gentle call of, âSweet.â As he begins to slow down.Â
Alex is out of breath by the time heâs beside you, and a gentle hand on your arm stops you from walking. A mixture of emotions runs through you in that moment, happy that heâs not with that girl anymore is certainly one of them, but annoyance at him for him even flirting with someone else hits you all over again.Â
And it just makes your mood worse, because you absolutely despise being jealous. You hate it. You hate the tightness in your chest and you hate the way you start to second guess everything. And you donât think you should be second guessing if youâre good enough. Â
But you keep all of that to yourself, not wanting to annoy Alex or appear jealous or be overbearing. Youâre just drunk and you need to get over yourself.Â
âSweet.â Alex says a little out of breath, âWhatâs wrong?â
âAbsolutely nothing.â You say more flatly than you meant to and turn to carry on walking to the hotel.Â
Youâd scorn yourself for it, but youâre glad Alex doesnât pick up on your tone. He just follows after you, falling into step as he asks, âWhy are you leaving so early?â
âItâs almost one Alex,â You tell him, âIâm tired.â
Youâre certainly not telling him that heâs a part of the reason youâre leaving. Even if he has finally given someone else the time of day for a brief minute tonight. Â
Trying not to focus on the mixed emotions cursing through you, you end up telling the singer, âYou donât have to walk me back, go back to the bar.â
âAnd let you walk back on your own at one in the morning?â Alex frowns down at you, âI donât think so.â
You shake your head slightly at that, knowing heâs just doing that because of the story you told him about how you donât like to walk alone at night. But you donât want him here solely because of that. âI donât need your pity.â
âThereâs no pity, Iâm just not a dickhead, sweet.â Alexâs smile then turns into a smirk as he throws his arm around your shoulders and he pulls you against him, âNow let me keep you warm.â
Your chest feels lighter somehow at his actions, and it makes you feel all gooey and smiley inside. But your brain is telling you to keep a hard exterior after what you witnessed tonight, so you try and brush him off, âAl, Iâm fine.â
But the singer is having none of it. He just holds you tighter teases, âYouâre moody.âÂ
âIâm tired.â You correct him, even though youâre lying through your teeth.Â
âWith your little rule, I thought you would have been reserving more energy.â Alex smirks, not being able to pass on the opportunity to torture you that little bit more.Â
You donât mute your scoff at that, and decide that silence is what he deserves after that comment and him flirting with someone else all evening. And it hits you all over again how up until a few months ago youâd only get silence and sneers from him, but that woman at the bar instantly got smiles and flirting. It makes you want to push his arm off your shoulder and you fall silent again.Â
Itâs confusing. Wanting to scold him but then also lean into him and accept the joy the simple pleasure of him hugging you brings you. And youâre feeling it all at once. You donât understand it and donât really know how to process it.Â
Sleep. You need sleep.Â
With his free hand, Alex digs into his coat pocket and pulls out his gloves, noticing youâre shivering, âHere take these.âÂ
âThank you.â You accept them quietly and graciously and donât waste much time putting them on, even if they are too big for you.Â
Alex smiles once you have them on, and he squeezes your shoulder that bit tighter as he grins, âThey suit you.âÂ
âBit big, but I'll take it.â You shrug a little, and give him a bit of a smile so you donât look like a colossal bitch. It was a kind gesture after all.Â
Alex grins back down, his eyes bright as he says with a knowing look, âWell, you know what they say about big hands, sweet.â
Holding your own smile back, you fake a roll of your eyes and look away from him, âYouâre not funny.â
âWhat?â Alex asks, faking innocence but smirking, âJust big gloves, nothing untoward.âÂ
You share an amused look then, both looking into each other's eyes and knowing for certain that was not what he was meaning. In those few seconds though, you canât help but notice how gorgeous he looks, with the snow falling down around him, a few flakes having found home in his hair and he just looks so pretty and happy.Â
You always want to look at him and see that cheeky smile looking back down at you. It makes you feel all warm inside. Â
But then that crude sense of humour has to go and ruin the moment.Â
âAnyway,â He smirks, âYou already know how big I am. I don't think I need to remind you just yet.â
The way your cheeks heat up immediately is almost as embarrassing as the way your gaze snaps away from his. You just try to act nonchalant about it, shaking your head, âWay to lower the tone.â
âI think it was your dirty mind that lowered the tone, sweet.â Alex laughs and he has you giggling along with him.Â
It doesnât take long to get back to the hotel, and you walk in a comfortable silence with your head finally not filled with everything to do with the bar. You just enjoy having his attention back, and that he keeps pulling you back into him, and rubbing the top of your arm in an effort to keep you warm.Â
You expect the singer to walk you into the lobby and bid you goodnight there before he heads back out to your other friends. But he surprises you, stepping into the lift with you and even when youâre going up to your floor he keeps his arm around you like he doesnât want to let you go. Â
âThank you for walking me back, you really didnât have to.â You tell him after he walks you to your door and you get your keycard out of your pocket.Â
Only when you look at him again does he tell you, âStop thanking me for being a decent human being.â
You smile at him for a second there, and it is a truly grateful one. Despite everything tonight, you really are thankful he came back with you. If not for your safety, but then at least for your peace of mind about what he was up to when you left. Your chest fills with the hatred of the jealousy youâre feeling once more.Â
But itâs like the man looking at you can somehow read your emotions. Because he once again flips them on their head when he takes you in again and sees how gorgeous you look in that navy dress and the way it hugs you.Â
He seems a little breathless as he says, âYou really do look incredible tonight by the way.âÂ
You look down at yourself, really not thinking you looked anything more than presentable tonight. But two men have checked you out this evening and seemed pleased with what they saw, and you know Alex well enough now to know that he doesnât just say these things, he actually means them.Â
âI- Thank you.â You stumble for a second, but gladly take the compliment.Â
As you turn to open your door, Alex takes a step towards his, which makes you frown. Heâs going to bed?
âYou can go back out, you know?â You say before he even takes another step.Â
You donât really understand why heâd be going to his room when he could go back out and have a good time with either your friends or the stunning woman he was chatting to. Surely he didnât just leave because you did?
Alex shrugs, and takes a step back towards you, âDonât want to.â
âWhy?â You canât help but question, âLooked like you were having a good time.â
âNot that good, I wasnât spending it with you.â Alex shamelessly flirts as he comes to stand right beside you again, hoping to see you get all flustered.Â
He adores being the cause of it, and he even likes when you run your mouth back at him and flirt with him too. It makes him happier than he should admit to himself at this point in your little arrangement. But you shock him completely and donât do either of those things.
No, instead Alex watches as you tense slightly and you become ridged. The smile falling from your face entirely.Â
âYou knew where I was.â You shrug, not knowing what more you could have done. Itâs not like you could go up to him and demand his attention, or steal him away and he figures out why and he teases you for it. Â
You just turn back towards your door and mumble under your breath as you put the card in, âBesides, it seems that you found her quite interesting.âÂ
This has Alex smirking, possibly the biggest he ever has. Not that you can see that smirk as youâre still fumbling about with your keycard and putting it in the door the wrong way. So it gives him a little time to compose himself enough that you wonât hate him when he gets you to look at him again.Â
Youâre jealous. Hence the mood, short replies, and the pout that was just seeping onto your face⌠It all makes perfect sense now.Â
Alex tones his smirk down into a slight grin before he get your attention again, âSweet?âÂ
âWhat?â You ask, just about managing to open your door before you turn back to him.Â
And itâs only when you do, you see the way heâs looking at you. His amusement is clear to see, but he doesnât say anything. He just takes a step close to you, and before you really know it his lips are on yours and he gently eases you backwards until your back is against the heavy door youâve not opened more than an inch.Â
Itâs a sweet kiss, full of longing and care and words youâve both yet to say. And the way he gently holds your waist, pulling you against him now, his arm running inside your coat and around your back so he can press you fully against him as his lips move in sync with yours. His hand on your jaw moves that bit higher, so his thumb can caress your cheek and you think this might be the sweetest kiss youâve ever shared.
Itâs gentle and full of emotion, even when his tongue finds home with yours. It makes the both of you hot despite both of your lips softly moving together. Something about it runs deeper, like heâs trying to tell you something without explicitly coming out with it.Â
His hold on your waist gets that bit tighter which has you melting into him. Unable to stop yourself, you also let out a tiny hum of bliss against his lips and you hold his coat in your fist that bit tighter. This is what youâve been after all night. This is what youâve been craving. Him and every last bit of him.Â
Even when the kiss comes to its natural end, you wish it wasnât finished. And youâre glad that it doesnât seem to be. But the man who makes your heart skip a beat says something you really arenât expecting.Â
âIâm only interested in sleeping with you.â Alex tells you, before he leaves you with one last breathless kiss.Â
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A/N: What did you think?!?!? NRIACC bestiesssss!! How was it seeing Wheels again?! She's my multiverse I had to hahaha! But how bloody cute are Sweet and Alex, god I adore them so so much. Until next time besties x
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Fake date me please?
How Felix and you showed everyone you were dating
âWe need pictures!â, he exclaimed cheerily.
âPictures?â
âYeah, of you and me. You know, doing boyfriend and girlfriend stuff.â
Your stomach turned again, your insecurity grew bigger and bigger. Felix grabbed you and hugged you tightly while shooting some selfies.
âY/N, why do you look so uncomfortable? It looks like you want to break up with meâ, he frowned disappointed.
âSorry, I.. I have never been in a real relationship before, so I donât know how to actâ, you answered truthfully.
âAh, I See.â
He fiddled with his phone and hugged you again but this time his camera had silly filters on, which turned you into cute little dogs.
âWhat is thisâ, you laughed happily.
âJust a silly way to get you smile, beautiful. Come on, letâs be silly and have fun.â
His phone battery was about to die because of the plethora of selfies you took.
âThey look goodâ, he smiled proudly. âLetâs upload them later. What do you want to do next?â
This one got you thinking â what do couples normally do?
âOhâ, you jumped up and down happily, âletâs go for a walk while holding hands.â
His face fell instantly, and you feared you had said the wrong thing. Were you even too stupid for a fake relationship?
âI donât like holding hands, actually. But you can grab my arm or something?â
Relief washed over you.
âOkayâ.
You walked along the water and got to know each other. Even though you were total strangers, it didnât feel that strange at all.
âY/Nâ, Felix whispered. âDonât freak out but people from campus are coming our way. Iâm going to do something drastic, okay?â
By now you werenât sure if you felt nauseous from fear or excited from the butterflies in your stomach.
âHey, isnât that Felix? And y/n?â you heard your peers call out.
Felix grabbed you by your arm and turned you to him as he placed his thumb on your lips and leaned in for a kiss.
Your heart was pounding heavily. He wasnât kissing you; he was kissing his thumb, but no one saw the difference. No one but you.
You closed your eyes and surrendered â this moment, fake or not, was magical. You took in his musky cologne; you felt his long lashes against your cheeks and his strong arm on your back. You sighed internally â is this what love was like?
âShit, I guess they are really dating.â
Felix took a step back, his cheeks slightly reddened.
âI guess it workedâ, you cheered. âYeah, I guess it workedâ, he replied shily.
âAre you hungry?â
Felix insisted on paying but you beat him to the curb.
âLet me show you my thankfulness by buying these delicious treats and this bottle of soju. Felix, please?â
You sat down by the water and enjoyed the food, as well as your company.
âI hate drinking but with you itâs kind of funâ, he exclaimed.
âReally? I thought you were some kind of party animal on campus.â
He chuckled, shaking his head.
âYeah, people love to make up a lot of stuff.â
âSpeaking of peopleâ, you turned to face him, âthey have a hard time believing that you and I are dating.â
âAnd why is that?â
You swallowed another shot before answering.
âWell, itâs because you are you. You are popular and handsome, and you can date anyone but me? Iâm a nobody. It makes sense that they are suspicious.â
Felix simply listened. He knew that you were right â in this current reality you were seen like that. Even worse, you saw yourself like that.
âCan I ask you a question?â
He nodded.
âWhy are you not with anybody?â
A sad smile spread on his face.
âI have trouble opening up to people, I guess.â This caught you by surprise.
âYou do?â
He nodded again.
âYeah, itâs easy to be with someone for a short amount of time, like all the fun and physical stuff but then itâs too much for me. I donât want to open up and let someone in, not for real anyway.â
Both of you downed another shot in silence. You would have never guessed that even if you were dating a lot, you would still feel out of love at the end of the day.
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Helloooo i love your colby stuff!!! could i get a colby x femreader where the two are friends, they both like each other but havenât confessed and theyâre at a party and y/n gets drunk not like crazy drunk but drunk enough where colby ends up carrying the reader to bed in the end and itâs just a lot of flirting and fluff??? please and thank you!!! <3
LIQUID COURAGE
PAIRINGS. colby brock x fem reader
SUMMARY. liquid courage had always been something interesting for y/nâŚ
WARNINGS. nothing really just one kiss under the influence but nothing bad and fluff
AUTHORS NOTE. thank you sm for this request i really enjoyed making it i was getting giddy just writing it! i wasnât sure if you wanted either of them to confess so i wrote a little bit of that⌠hope you enjoy it! đ
y/n/n: your nickname
y/l/n: your last name
WORD COUNT. 1.6k +
you and colby were sat beside each other in the warm bubbly jacuzzi along with both your guys friends as they were chatting and laughing.
you had one too many drinks but no one had seemed to realize that yet⌠no one besides your best friend colby.
there were signs. like how youâd doze off but giggle to yourself way too much. how youâd take a sip of your drink but then stop yourself as if to tell yourself to stop but take the drink anyway. how youâd talk to yourself about what your friends were discussing.
things you normally wouldnât do on sober days.
âwhat about you colby?â sam asked. no answer.
colby didnât answer because he was busy admiring how your face was illuminated by the jacuzzi lights. how your naturally red lips were so kissable. how your lashes were so naturally long and complimented your gorgeous eyes.
âcolby?â jake this time spoke up.
âhelloo earth to colby!â sam snapped which finally got him out of his trance. âyou alright dude?â
âoh um yeah iâm fine i was just thinking i should probably go and put y/n to bed. sheâs really out of it and i wonât hear the end of it tomorrow if i donât.â he scratched the back of his neck.
âdidnât she drive here?â jake questioned.
âfuck âŚyouâre right. iâll just put her in one of the guest bedrooms. itâll be fine.â colby concluded.
you were still babbling to yourself about god knows what until colby took the red cup out of your hand.
âheyyyyâ you whined. ânot fair! i wasnât finished.â you pouted.
âcome on, time for bed.â he took your hand to guide you out of the jacuzzi.
âi donât want to go yet! iâm having fun! arenât we having fun guys? tara? weâre having fun!â you pointed to your best friend.
âyeah we are.â she frowned.
âtara you both are out of your mind. just calm down youâll see each other tomorrow.â jake said.
ânoooo y/n come back! donât let that terrible man take you away from me.â she tried to get up but jake restrained her.
âjeez tara, how much have you had.â he mentally facepalmed.
âiâm not a terrible man tara.â colby rolled his eyes. âiâll see you guys in the morning.â
you were stumbling but thankfully colby would catch you taking your waist and holding you steady as you walked.
âalways taking care of me, colby brock.â you pointed at him. âyou donât have to! i am a grown woman i can âŚi can take care of myself!â you mumbled.
âi donât have to but i want to y/n/n.â you both stepped inside the house. âwait here.â he said while he hurried and got two towels.
âcold.â you blurted shivering. they always have the AC blasting in here.
âcome on.â he grabbed your hand.
you loved holding his hand. it was hardly ever an occurrence. usually when you didnât want to lose him like during parties and festivals. also when he was guiding you places. and when it did happen you liked to imagine it was because he didnât have to but he wanted to.
âi like when you hold my hand.â you said without thinking but then again, youâre drunk.
âoh yeah?â he laughed. internally his stomach did a leap.
you stayed quite just in your own world as he guided you up the stairs and into one of the guest bedrooms.
âthis isnât your room!â you said as if you were a detective getting to the bottom of a case.
âgreat observation miss y/l/n.â he grinned.
âi donât like it here.â you stopped in the doorway then turned around stumbling to find colbyâs room.
âwhat- y/n get back here. this is where youâll sleep. come on.â he scurried after you.
âi am not sleeping in that room.â you said trying your best to be serious. âyou hear me young man.â as he caught up to you, you placed your finger on his chest adding some effect to your demands.
he looked down at your finger and then back at you a smile on his face.
âyou are justâŚâ he starts off. âtoo cute.â he whispered not loud enough for you to hear.
âiâm just what.â you put your hands on your hips. âyou mean i am just about ready to go to your room? correct colby i am.â you turned around whipping him with your hair in the process and started toward his room.
as you guys got to the room you headed toward the bathroom where colby tried drying your hair up with the towel as best as possible. he then brought an extra pair of boxers and a big t-shirt for you to borrow.
âi have extra underwear in my bag can you get them for me?â you asked him and he nodded grabbing the bag that you left in his room earlier and seeing the underwear you were talking about.
âbra too?â he asked.
âmmmmmmmmmâŚ.â you dragged out dramatically. ânah!â you shrugged your shoulders.
he then handed you your underwear. you grabbed it and immediately pulled down your bathing suit not caring at all because you felt safe with him.
he realized what you were doing and turned around to give you some privacy.
after you were in your underwear you took off your top and put colbyâs shirt over.
you looked in the mirror smiling and giving yourself a thumbs up.
âyou done now?â colbyâs asked.
âmhm.â you yawned. â'm'ready for bedâ
he nodded changing himself as well then putting the wet clothes hanging.
you took the liberty of making yourself comfortable on his head buried in the blankets.
âokay, iâll see you in the morning alright?â colbyâs said.
âwhat? what do you mean?â you asked confused.
âiâm going to go sleep in one of the guest bedrooms.â he replied.
âno no! i need you here. please stay.â you begged.
âyou sure you donât want your own space?â he asked.
âiâm sure.â you told him. he nodded âokayâ climbing on the opposite side of you and getting under the covers.
you then cuddled up to him burying your head in his neck. it just felt right.
âyouâre so warm.â you whispered in his ear.
he felt butterflies fly around in his tummy. he was giddy. you had never been this close to him before. youâve gotten drunk at other parties but it was never like this.
âyou should go to sleep.â he whispered back not moving an inch.
you moved your head up so that you were facing him inches apart.
âyou should go to sleep.â you fired back quietly.
you stared at each other not saying a word. your hand came up to fiddle with his hair.
âyou have such nice hair.â you compliment. your hands then went from his hair to his ear, then to his eyebrows, down the bridge of his nose, then to his lips. your thumb lingered on his lips. âand lips.â you whispered.
you couldnât stop staring at them.
âyouâre drunk y/n.â he reminded you so that his feelings couldnât get hurt.
ânot that much anymore.â you said. yeah, you felt a little tipsy but you knew what you were doing. the drink just gave you more courage.
ây/nâŚâ he spoke softly. almostâŚwhimpering in a way.
âhow come youâve never kissed me?â you asked running your thumb back and forth on his bottom lip. "have you thought about kissing me?"
he was silent. his eyes analyzing your face.
âi want to kiss you.â you blurted. your eyes looked down at his lips and then back to his eyes. âwanna kiss you so bad. but âŚyou donât want that.â
your position didnât move. you stayed hoping for the slightest bit of a sign you might be wrong.
he made a sound. not like any sound youâd heard. it was more like he tried to take a breath. but was stopped.
your hand came to the nape of his neck playing with his hair. he closed his eyes taking in the moment.
you were enchanted by him. your face had only gotten closer to him.
âcan iâŚâ you started. âi just want toâŚâ you tried again.
you shook your head to yourself and just went in for it.
you connect your lips to his, feeling your stomach tumble over, and do a few somersaults.
his lips started to move and jump starting your heart rate. you moved along with him placing your other hand on his chest.
he pushed forward, the kiss getting more aggressive.
his right hand took your left threading his fingers through yours.
he moved forward turning you on your back and holding your left hand with his right beside your head on the mattress stuck in place.
a few more moments pass before he disconnected your lips for air.
nothing was said for a minute. you were just taking in the moment.
he was contemplating whether it actually happened or not.
you both stared at each other until you cracked a smile.
âfinally.â you giggled. âyou have no idea how much i have been fantasizing about this.â
âi most likely have been imagining it as much as you, maybe even more.â he pecked your lips.
you laughed turning him onto his back and spreading kisses all over his face neck and chest.
âcome on. letâs go to bed.â he said yawning and pulling your waist toward him. him big spoon, you little spoon.
he buried his head in the back of your neck, this time causing you to sigh in relief and melt into him.
âyouâre so warm.â he whispered in your ear.
âshhh.â you shushed him trying to get impossibly closer to him.
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