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blewink · 3 years

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heated // kth

warnings: dom!taehyung, sub!reader, fingering, daddy kink, cum play?, you get the jist

word count: 3.1k

a/n: hi its been a while ! i hope you’re all still here, schools a bitch but i still love writing :) send in a request if you’d like :p also let me know if you’d like a part two bc i have many ideas

-blue

You always hated mock debates because your professor would always place you against your biggest competition, Kim Taehyung. Even though you two were on the same team, you both were top of your class since middle school and always trying to be better than each other. And oh so lucky for you, you were now at the same college and both on the debate team.

“Ms. Y/N”- your thoughts were interrupted by your professor, who was sitting in the first row of seats in the empty auditorium. “You and Taehyung to the podiums please. Your first topic is global warming and how it affects the younger generation.” You were confident in yourself and usually you never doubted your senses. As you walked up to the podium, a chill ran up your spine, it was abnormally cold in the auditorium and the short uniform didn’t help you at all.

The bright lights filled the stage, providing the slightest bit of warmth. You looked to the other podium, seeing Taehyung already looking back at you, you scoff and roll your eyes, looking back down at your paper which you had already begun writing notes on. “Do either of you need more time to prepare?” Your professor asks, you both shake your heads in response, “Okay Taehyung you may begin.” You gulp, sure you were good but so was Taehyung, and his handsome face didn’t help you either- wait what?

“Global warming is an ever growing issue that impacts the entire world, but more so for the incoming generation, as they are the ones who will be needing to tend to the dirty world that the older generation left behind.” God he’s good. He continues,

“The younger generation now has to clean the mess this older generation has left behind-”

“My opponent here is simply restating what he just said, so I’ll take it upon myself to continue. This younger generation essentially has no more childhood because they now have to come up with ways to make sure they have a livable future,” You take a short look at your notes, “A great factor causing global warming is carbon dioxide emission. We now see more of the younger generation taking this into consideration and we see more of them riding a bike or walking to places rather than using a car.”

While speaking, you can feel Taehyung's eyes burning into your body, making your cheeks heat up. You glance at him and he’s biting his lip, making you quickly look forward to your professor. He always did this, trying to make you flustered and make you trip on your words. It worked the first couple times but you eventually became accustomed to it, this time being no different.

A couple minutes passed and the debate went smoothly, however it took a heated turn at some point and you two were practically at each other's throats. This topic was something you were very passionate about, as it was the whole reason you were going to school for. So when he mentioned that big corporations' emissions levels didn't have a real impact on global warming, you were quick to fire back at him.

You completely ignored everyone's looks at you as you were eager to make sure Taehyung knew he was in the wrong. You were quickly interrupted by your professor, “Y/N that's enough, your point was proven. Please take the rest of the hour to calm down in the rest area in the back room.” He points behind you and you quickly apologize and make your way behind the curtains and into the back hallway.

You hear some mumbling behind you and footsteps following yours. You turn and of course, it’s Taehyung. “Hey y/n, you good?” You take a deep breath before answering him, “Yeah I’m good, just what you said wasn’t right.” You finally make it to the back room and lay across one of the couches in the room. You hear him sit on the couch just across from yours. “How could I be wrong though? I did my research and it said that big companies don’t contribute as much CO2 emissions as common people.” Is he really still on this? You were getting pissed off, “Did you really come in here just to piss me off more?”

You sit upright to face him, he has a smug look on his face, meaning he was up to no good. “Baby, you have got to loosen up, you’re too cute when you’re all flustered.” He gets up and walks to the door and locks it before walking back over to the bookcase. Your cheeks flush at the pet name, “You’re not doing this to me again,” You get up and walk over to him, “You’re not gonna pretend to flirt with me just to distract me from the debates.”

His fingers trace the book spines, making you wet you panties a bit, fuck you and your stupid hand kink. He hums, “Well, for one, the debate is over and there's nothing to distract you from. And second,” He pauses and faces you. His arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close to him, your faces are meer centimeters away now, “Who said I was pretending?” Your eyes are wide and you can’t believe a word he says. You back away from him, laughing, “You’re kidding right? Alright who set you up to this?”

He laughs at your response, his voice dips lower than usual, “You are so oblivious, aren't you baby?” The pet name and his deep voice make your knees feel weak and you let out a small whimper. You quickly cover your mouth and pray that he didn’t hear that. His movement freezes and you look over at him, he laughs again, “Did you like that? Hmm?” His eyebrow cocks up, but you stay in place and quiet.

He walks toward you and you step backwards until you feel a table hit your lower back. He presses his whole body against yours and brings his lips to your ears, “I asked if you liked what I said, I’m gonna need a response from you.” You nod but it seems to not be enough for him, he grabs the backs of your thighs and pulls you up and places you on top of the table. His hand reaches for your chin and he forces your eyes to meet his, “I need you to say yes or no, do you understand pup?” The new name makes your knees impulsive close but his body between your legs blocks them. “Yes.”

“You need to tell me if you want to stop because if you don’t, I won’t. Do you understand me?” You quickly reply ‘ yes.’ His lips dive into yours, his saliva tastes sweet and his tongue deepens the kiss. His hands quickly untuck your dress shirt and he carefully unbuttons it, his hands travel to your breasts. He gives them small squeezes, making you moan into the kiss. You pull away and unclasp your bra, revealing one of your biggest secrets, your nipple piercings.

You earn a gasp from him and your face goes warm, “No point in being embarrassed baby, you’re absolutely stunning.” He ducks down and sucks on your nipples, which were hypersensitive. You’ve soaking through your panties at this point, he stops his actions, “Wait, do the piercings make them more sensitive for you?” You nod, forgetting the vocal rule, which it seems he did too as he continues his actions. His teeth lightly tug at the barbs, making you moan. You slap your hand over your mouth, remembering you aren’t too far from the main stage. “No no no, I wanna hear baby.” Feeling careless you move your hand away.

He pulls you off the table, eager to hear your noises again, “Take your skirt off for me baby” You unzip your skirt from the side and let it drop. He removes his tie and dress shirt and he unbuckles his belt, quickly ridding himself of his pants, leaving him in only his boxers. His cock was very visible and pressed against the fabric of his boxers. “Lay on the couch for me.” You do as you're told.

He comes up to your face and quickly kisses you, he moves to your neck, then trails down to the hem of your panties. He spreads your knees apart, and traces the wet spot on your panties, “Awe did my little pup ruin her panties?” His finger barely grazes the fabric on top of your clit, “Only because of daddy’s words.” You both freeze and you immediately start to apologize, “I’m sorry let’s just pretend-” He stops you, “No it’s okay. Daddy likes the name.” He winks at you and pulls your panties off.

He drags his finger down your slit and slightly presses into your hole. The teasing makes you whine, “More daddy.” He looks back up at you, “Tsk tsk, we must not have manners huh?” “Wha-” A hard smack to the side of your ass cuts you off. You let out a choked moan, “Mmm little pup must like that.” He pulls your hips up and turns you over, on top of his lap. His hand rubs your ass before he gives another hard smack. He gives about five more before the pain turns into pleasure. “Look at you such a little mess, your poor little pussy is leaking all over the couch. Such a dirty little pup aren’t you?” You finally realize your pussy was indeed leaking, your inner thighs felt cold and you felt yourself dripping.

“Please daddy, touch me.” His hand was now cupped over your cunt, “Thank you for using your manners, where would you like daddy to touch you?” You press against his hand, “Clit, hole anywhere, please” Your voice is barely a whisper, but he complies. You’re still laid over his lap and he spreads your legs apart and rubs your clit with small and slow circles. “I wanna see your little cunt leak some more, that okay with you baby?” You nod your head, “Yes daddy.”

His movements slightly increase in speed, making your body shake in pleasure, you feel more of your juices leak out of you. “Fuck baby, you get so fucking wet, all for me isn’t that right?” “Yes daddy, all for you.” He plunges two fingers into your needy hole with ease, you immediately clench around him. His fingers fuck you at a moderate pace and he then adds a third and soon a fourth. His fingers are long and press against your sweet spot. His other hand rubs your clit, “So close, keep going” His fingers keep pumping in and out of you, “That’s it baby, cum for me. Make daddy proud.” His words send you over the edge, your orgasm pummels your body. His fingers ride you through your high, he pulls his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty.

You sit up back on your legs. You notice the obvious wet spot on the couch, Taehyung gets up and rids himself of his boxers. He sits back down and pats his lap. You notice his size now, he’s long and thick but you know you can take him. You straddle his lap and you can already feel the tip of his cock pressing at the entrance of your cunt. “Take it when you're ready,” You want to tease him so you take his cock and rub the tip along your pussy, coating in your juices. You bring it back to your hole and you lower yourself slightly onto the tip, barely taking him. He’s quick to notice your teasing and gives a slight smack to you ass, “Don’t be a brat, take the cock like it’s yours-” You lower yourself completely, cutting him off.

His hands immediately go to your waist and you moan because his cock is pressing directly on your sweet spot, you whisper into his ear, “Holy fuck, I could literally cum right now you’re so big.” Your sentence ends in a squeak as your body shivers. Your cunt is still completely stuffed with his cock, you lift yourself slightly and fall back down. His grip tightens with every time you come back down, “How the fuck are you still so god damn tight? Did I not prep your little cunt enough?” You shake your head, “No you did fine, just fuck me”

He flips you onto your back, “Oh I’ll fuck you alright.” His hips immediately snap against yours, the fast pace makes you hold onto his shoulders. Your whimpers and the sound of skin slapping fills the room, “That’s right, such a good pup for me. Taking my cock so well aren’t you?” You nod. He brings his lips to the side of your neck, sucking lightly and licking. He grabs one of your legs and brings it to the side of him, his cock goes deeper than before and abuses your poor sweet spot, “Gonna cum.” His cock pumps in and out of you, “You gonna cum all over this cock aren't you baby?” Your nails dig into his skin and your body buzzes.

You feel something wet splash onto your inner thighs and look down, “Did you cum?” you ask, a little confused. “Not yet baby, that was you. You can squirt?” A shocked expression covers both your faces, “I guess so, no one has ever made me cum like that.” A slight blush fades on your cheeks until you realize he still hasn't cum. He grabs your hips as though he’s ready to get up but you whisper in his ear, “I want you to cum in me.”

Not a second passes and his hips snap against yours, giving you a hard thrust deep inside you, making you shiver in overstimulation. He continues and his grunts get higher in pitch indicating he’s close. You purposely squeeze around his cock and say, “Fill me up, please, I’ll do anything. Please-” You gasp as you feel his hot seed spill into you. He doesn’t stop until he milks himself completely. He pulls himself out and his seed quickly follows after, and you quickly lift your hips, attempting to avoid making a mess on the couch under you.

He quickly gets up and heads to the bathroom on the other side of the room, grabbing some paper towels, wetting a few. He quickly walks back and places some under your bottom, you assume he’s going to wipe off your cunt but he pulls your hips down, making his cum spill out of you. You shiver at the sensation, but Taehyung’s fingers quickly spread his cum all over your cunt. He scoops a bit from your leaking hole and he brings his fingers to your mouth, you comply and suck his fingers clean. “Good girl.” The praise makes your cunt squeeze, allowing more of his seed to spill out onto the paper towels.

You then feel a cold towel wiping between your thighs, cleaning up the mess created. “Jesus, I’ve never had a load this big, I swear, sorry it’s such a big mess sweetheart.” There’s genuine concern coming from his voice, making you blush a little. “It’s fine, you don’t have to worry about that.” He cocks an eyebrow up but his eyes are still glued to your cunt, “So my baby’s taken loads this big before?” You close your thighs out of embarrassment, but Taehyung’s quick to open them back up, “Answer the question.” You shake your head, “Not by a guy, I just have toys that do”

The confession makes your face burn red and Taehyung hums and quickly finishes cleaning you and the couch up. You both quickly get dressed as best you can before Taehyung continues the conversation. “Listen I do like you, like a lot. I’m not trying to make this a one time thing.” You feel relieved knowing it wasn’t a one time thing, knowing someone like him doesn't come around too often, “Well it’s a good thing I’m not either.” He grabs the sides of your face and kisses you gently on the lips. You kiss him back and let your eyes flutter closed. It’s more intimate than the ones before, you’re the one to pull away for air. His lips are pink and covered in saliva and you can assume yours are too.

“So what are you doing after this?” You’re still trying to fix your skirt, by flattening the front, “Well nothing really, just the tournament tomorrow” He grabs your hand and interlaces his fingers with yours, “How many toys do you have baby?” You bite your lips and it takes you a second to recall you every growing toy collection, “Quite a bit.” He hums, seems like he likes doing that, “Well why don’t you take daddy to your apartment and do a little show and tell for him, hmm?” Your cheeks go red again, despite him already having been balls deep inside you. “What exactly do you mean my show and tell?” He brings you closer to him, “You tell daddy about your toys, then you show me how you use them.” You’d never shown anyone your collection before, but it made you excited. You quickly opened the door and tried to walk as quickly as you could back to the stage, as it was the quickest way back to the parking lot. You weren’t expecting anyone to still be there but your professor called out your name just as you two were about to leave the auditorium. You quickly turn to Taehyung to ask him, “Did you give me any hickies?” His eyes widen and stare at your neck. Amazing, how lucky could you be. You quickly pull your hair out of your ponytail and try to cover your neck. “Hey Professor Yu, did you need something?” She comes closer to you before saying, “Did you and Taehyung figure things out?” You quickly nod, “Yeah it was a simple misunderstanding.” Taehyung quickly interjects, “You could say she just needed to scream it out.” Professor Yu’s face twits in confusion, “Well good, I can’t have my two best kids at each other's throats. Speaking of, you look like you might have bumped into something there.” You laugh it off and say it was just make up you were trying out in the backroom, which for some reason she believes. “Well, I’ll see you two tomorrow morning at 7am sharp. You two have fun until then.” She turns away and Taehyung quickly shouts, “Don’t worry we will!” You jab your elbow into his side, “Jeez could you be more obvious?” He laughs at you but drags you out by the arm to your car, “We better get home quick, it’s gonna be a long night.”

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mystblbk · 5 years

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La Hija--Chapter 5(part1)

1 YEAR AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

“Over there Juliana,” my mother’s brother tells me.

“Alright,” I respond with a grunt.

I drop the large box I’m carrying next to the large bookcases inside the office. I turn around and rub my hands against each other, my callous hands make a scratching sound as I do. I look over at my uncle and see him looking out of the office windows with an awed look.

“So, just in case I didn’t say this before,” I smirk to my uncle as he turns to me, “Congrats, Dr. Flores. You earned it.”

The man gin’s at me, “Gracias mi niña.”

I grin and allow him to pull me into a hug. We stay embraced for a moment until he pulls away with a pat on my back. I watch as he moves about his new office, arranging his décor and papers. I take this queue and do as he does. Like twisted fate, I open a box with picture frames. I pull out the top one and see that it’s the family portrait from before my father’s passing. I sigh and trace my father’s figure. The sound of footsteps comes up behind me and I look up and see Tio Beltran watching me with sad eyes. He smiles sadly and speaks up.

“He was what I always wanted for Lupe,” Tio points to the picture.

I raise my eyebrows and he lets out a laugh.

“I know. I’m always the first to say that he was smart but stupid,” he winks at me and I giggle, “But you know what? He kept her on her toes. He could follow through with everything my father wanted me to do. He was a replacement of sorts but also the most perfect brother I could have asked for. He was ready for a night of watching the game but also for taking down anyone threatening our family. He was hard but soft when needed. I can see it in you too.”

I smile and look back down only for my smile to turn sad. In the picture is all of us Flores-Valdés family members except for Javier who would be born a year later.

“They tell me I’m like him,” I trail off.

“You are in some ways,” my uncle nods, “But some things I can see are pure ‘Juliana.’”

I raise a brow at him, “Like what?”

“Well for one,” he snorts, “You’re a genius.”

I roll my eyes, “Just because I can memorize things at first glance, doesn't mean I’m a genius—”

“You graduated from this university at the same time you graduated high school,” my uncle cuts me off, “It's more than photographic memory, mija.”

I sigh and nod, “It didn’t help much though.”

“What do you mean,” he frowns at me.

“Well,” I huff, “It was a couple of rough months at the company after dad died.”

“That’s mostly their faults,” my uncle says referring to the shareholders, “They love you now.”

I laugh, “Oh yeah, they do! Tripling stock numbers every quarter does that to people!”

My tio laughs and looks like he’s about to speak but is cut off from his secretary.

“Señor Flores,” Maria pops in with a small smile, “I just received some papers for you to go over and there are three interviews about for replacement…”

My uncle snaps his fingers, “That’s right. I had them scheduled for right now.”

I watch as my uncle turns to me with a sorry look. I shake my head.

“It’s okay,” I raise a hand, “I’ve got to get going anyway. I’ll see you at dinner this Friday?”

My uncle nods and pats my back as I turn to leave. I kiss Maria’s cheek as I pass by and exit the office. The lobby to the administration hall is empty except for the few offices of secretaries that are outside each room. I smile to the women and men on my way out, most of them have known me from a young age and others had even met me during my time going to school here.

The administration hall is all the way in the front of the building but the parking area is all the way in the back, so I take a scenic route passing the art and history hallways. I stop at a few of my favorite spots: a mural of a coastal town and one of Frida Kalo, as well as a section of ancient artifacts from Brazil Professor Jimenez, brought back from a school trip on year. My eyes read over the small plaques next to the new donated pieces that had been received when the bell of class to end rings high and loud through the buildings.

I stay standing there with my hands in my jacket pockets. I pay no mind to the curious looks I receive as well as ones of recognition. There are a few professors that pass by and smile or nod at me, I repay them in kind politely. The five minutes for class exchange passes and I continue walking the history hall and turn into the art hallway. There are a few pictures from the journalism classrooms that make me stop, their pictures are always the most mobile and dynamic. The one that had stopped me was a picture of a riot outside a government building, a group of peaceful protesters turned angry due to no answers and little interest to their problems outside the community.

“Lucho, let me get to class!”

I blink and furrow my brows. The woman’s voice sounds distressed and annoyed, close to hysterics but mostly out of annoyance then danger. I raise a brow and look around, seeing a small hidden corner nearby. I walk towards it while making sure to not make noise as I do. The voice of this ‘Lucho’ reaches me and upon hearing his whiny voice my eyes narrow in distaste.

“Come on Valentina! You promised me you’d come with us this time!”

“I did but afterschool! How am I going to explain to my papá the reason for not going to class? He’s already on my ass because you had me sneak out last Saturday,” the girl huffs back, an angry stomp can be heard.

I smirk as they go back and forth. The girl seems to be unmoving for her decision if her constant pushing harshly against the taller young adult’s chest has anything to tell about it. I bite my lip and try to hold back a smirk at the girl’s fiery attitude. I finally reach the small closed off section and my eyes widen for a second before hardening into a glare.

In front of me stood a tall imposing young man and a gorgeous young woman. The young man has his hands clenched and has his shoulders squared in a way to look bigger. The woman, however, seems unfazed. Her lips were pursed and her curelian eyes narrowed in an annoyed and fed up expression, one they somehow reminded me of an angry kitten.

“If you don’t come with us,” the guy growls down to her, “We won’t hang out with you anymore!”

"That sounds perfect," I say with an icy voice.

My response makes both of them jump and they turn around to look at me. I stay standing at the entrance of the small corner with my hands in my pockets, I can feel my mother’s presents strapped to my sides and am comforted that I have them with me as the guy’s face shifts to one of anger and danger.

“Who the hell are you,” the guy huffs.

I roll my eyes, “If I had ten pesos.”

“Juliana,” the girl asks with confused eyes, “How…”

I smile at her, “I’ll tell you later. How about you get to class?”

The girl looks at me then to the giant next to us. She bites her lip and makes a decision. Valentina slowly walks around Lucho and towards me. Just as she’s passing him, he grabs her wrist tightly enough to make Val gasp with pain. I growl and walk a few steps forward to him until the tip of my shoes are touching his.

“Let her go.”

“NO! We’re having—”

He shuts up as I move my jacket off my shoulders. My twin guns are visible, two Desert Eagles with gold triggers and two gold Santa Muertes stamped onto the guns’ butt end. The kid’s eyes widen and he lets go of Val to shuffle back while breathing heavily. I smirk as he stares at the small figures on my guns with fear. I walk forward a few paces. For each step I take, he would take two back. A tugging on my jacket forces me to stop and I follow the silent plea I have the boy just where I want him: back against the wall with his books and messenger back tossed to the floor and hands held out in front of him.

“Well,” I chuckle, “It looks like you do know me.”

“Wait—please—”

“What’s your name,” I press, “I bet it’s much more interesting than mine.”

“I—I—”

“Cut your stupid stuttering,” I growl at him, “You were such a tough guy before? Why the change of attitude?”

The guy simply shakes his head, the color in his face turning much more pale at my suggestion. I step forward one more step with steal in my glare before I feel another small tug at the end of my jacket makes me stop.

“Juliana?”

The voice is scared and small. I grit my teeth, knowing full well it's directed at me and most likely will result of me never seeing the girl behind me again. My protectiveness is stronger than my fear of seeing her expression, so I still look over my shoulder to give her my attention. What I see shocks me enough to release my glare. Valentina’s soulful eyes look at me in concern but in a protective way. Her hands grip onto my jacket as if to stop me from doing anything further then scaring her classmate. Her stare shifts into one that for some reason reminds me of my mother, a scolding but amused stare.

I sigh in relief but understand her plea. I turn back to the boy who is practically pissing in his pants across from us.

“Leave,” I scoff, “If I hear or see you with her again…”

He nods furiously and pushes past us to run out of the hidden corner, caring little to pick up his fallen things. I smirk as I hear the sounds of retreating sneakers quiet down as they retreat. With a shake of my head, I turn around to face Valentina again. I give her the stink eye but the girl smiles back at me.

“I hope you’re happy,” I huff.

She smirks, “I didn’t want you doing something you might regret.”

I raise a brow, “Him? No, I wouldn’t have. I never regret getting rid of men like him, especially when they act like that towards a lady.”

I try to hold back a grin as the girl blushes deeply and looks away. I watch her for a moment and then take her hand that is still clutching my jacket. The action gains her attention and so she watches me. I flip her hand over and allow myself a moment to trace the path of deep lines on her palm. With a smirk, I look up at her surprised eyes.

“You need to go to class,” I whisper, “Tell your professor you were with the dean.”

“The dean,” she asks, “Why him?”

“He owes me a favor,” I smirk.

“What?”

I sigh, “He’s my uncle. But you really do have to go. You’ll get in trouble.”

“Fine,” she huffs, “But you have to tell me exactly what that was all about. Lucho doesn't just run off like that, he’s too much of a macho man.”

I bite my lip and shake my head in an attempt not to look at her. Val narrows her eyes at me and forces me to look at her by tugging my jacket again. I can’t help but chuckle at her action. I raise the small hand I’m holding and kiss the reddened wrist. With a quick decision, I drop her hand and pull a pen and notebook from the scattered remains around us. I quickly scribble down my number at the top of an empty page then rip it out and hand it to Valentina with a charming smile.

“There. Now get to class,” I wink at her, “I’ll see you later.”

“When,” she whispers, glancing down at the spot I kissed.

“We’ll talk about it,” I promise, “I’m a busy woman, Miss Carvajal.”

With that I drop her hand and walk out of the small hallway. I hear taps of boots against the floor that don’t belong to me. I smile to myself and don’t turn around as Valentina watches me walk out of the building.

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ELEVEN MONTHS AGO: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO

“Miss Valdes. Your visitor is here and inside the elevator. Should I let her go through when she arrives?”

I look up from the papers on my desk and pull off my glasses, “Yes. Santos. You may go out to lunch as well.”

My secretary nods and quickly walks out of my office. I quickly stand and run over to the bathroom I have in my office. I look over my clothes, a crisp white button up, slim black slacks and black heeled boots, and sigh with relief to find everything in order. I quickly brush of teeth and combing my hair before looking at the reflection of myself. I take a deep breath and let it out with a gasp.

“It's just lunch, Juls,” I tell myself, “Just lunch. With a pretty girl. Just...lunch...”

I growl and force myself to leave the room. I hear talking behind my door along with ‘clicks’ of high heels. In a panic, I half-jog back to my desk and make myself look busy. The sound of stilettos stop near my door then become louder as my door opens. I look up, feigning surprise, and stare as my lunch date walks in.

My eyes trail her form and my teeth automatically hold onto my bottom lip, the sight is a beautiful one after all. The tall blue-eyed woman’s neck is on full display from the tight bun on top of her head. My eyes trail down to the two spiky earrings that sway back and forth as she walks in with a sway of her hips. The flower imprinted blouse Val is wearing fits perfectly on her frame and matches perfectly with the black skirt she has on. My eyes finally reach the deep navy blue stilettos on her feet as they ‘click’ on the marble flooring. I slowly trail my eyes back up to turquoise eyes and feel a deep blush run through my cheeks as a coy smile shines at me.

“I’m here for my appointment, Miss Valdes,” the woman winks at me.

I shake my head, nervous and gitty energy flowing through me as I stand up to meet her at the center of the room. I feel Val’s eyes look me over so I walk with a little more swagger than needed. This causes Val to giggle once I'm standing in front of her. I grin back at her and take her black purse while signaling her to follow me to my private meeting room. Her hand falls automatically over my arm as we walk to the room. I place her bag near the middle of the table and pull out her chair for her.

“Quite the gentleman,” Val teases.

I grin but don’t respond. Instead, I grab the two bags of food I had ordered a while ago and unpack what’s inside.

“Pick whatever you want,” I tell her, “If you want to take some with you, go ahead.”

Val grins in thanks as I hand her a plate and utensils. I take my seat and we each grab a sealed meal to eat. We sit in silence for a moment until Val turns to me.

“I know I told you that I eat a lot, Juls,” she smirks, “But I’m a little offended you ordered so much!”

I laugh, “I just wanted you to have enough to pick from.”

Her expression turns serious, “I did.”

The tension builds as we watch each other inside the quiet room. Val finally concedes and starts eating the food in front of her, avoiding my gaze. I can’t help but feel like I lost something for the rest of our lunch and the feeling turns into helpless as she leaves me in my office.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19186732/chapters/46216516

#amar a muerte #juliantina #valentina carvajal #juliana valdes #fanfic

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textsfromumbridge · 7 years

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Accidental Break-In (E/e)

How do you accidentally break into the wrong apartment? Well, for Eponine Thenardier, it definitely involves a lot of alcohol and a friend with a similar apartment one building down.

For @hihiyas

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Her head hurts.

With the amount of alcohol she’d been mainlining the night before that should not have been such a surprise. Basically, it’s karma. Drinking is a terrible way to deal with her problems, and she should not be indulging in it this much – that is what Marius would say. Actually, that is what Marius will say when he sees her on his couch for the third time this week. And it’s only Thursday – or Friday morning by now.

Fuck, she is so going to have to face Best Friend Wrath again.

She pulls the blanket over her head and ponders how Marius managed to find the time between work and dates with his new girlfriend (the girl she still has not met, damn it) to buy a new blanket. This one is way less scratchy than the old one.

As the sound of feet hitting the floor reaches her sensitive ears, she takes a couple of deep breaths, trying to decrease the chances of puking all over her best friend – again – before she even gets to explain or apologize. And knowing Marius as well as she does (over ten years of friendship will do that to you), she will have to do both.

“Nice upgrade on the blanket, dude,” she speaks from underneath said blanket. “I mean, this one has a way lower scratch factor. I approve. Also, before you see anything else that will mentally scar you, I’m not wearing pants. Again. I think R puked on them last night because they really fucking stink. Don’t worry, I’m wearing a shirt. Yours, of course, because mine was… well… fucking gross.”

The shirt is fucking fancy, but her best friend is a fancy lawyer now, so she is only happy that he finally managed to upgrade his wardrobe to match his profession. Gone are the sweaters his grandma made – fugly as they are – and Marius has moved up in the world, to some stylish three-piece suits. She couldn’t find his college band shirts either – which was much more disappointing – so she had to sleep in a crisp white blouse. But at least it’s soft and it smells vaguely of fabric softener.

Really, the new girlfriend has left Marius almost unrecognizable.

“Is it safe for me to come out?” she asks, still hiding under the blanket. “Please don’t hate me too much! I promise to quit drinking so much. I swear on my mother’s life. I hate my mom, I know, but I really don’t want her dead. So, I swear!”

Still there is no response from Marius. And even though her best friend is an awkward little shit, he is not usually so quiet, even on a Friday morning. Something is wrong.

So she peeks, dropping the blanket from her face inch by inch, hoping that she has not interrupted some kind of sexy interlude between Marius and his special lady friend – because she does not want to see that freckled ass again.

“What the fuck?” she makes her own head hurt with that screech.

The man staring down at her, holding a baseball bat in his nicely muscled arms – JFC, focus Éponine – is most definitely not her best friend. He is not wearing the ugly flannel pajamas Marius always wears to bed, and he doesn’t have those adorable freckles that almost match Marius’ slightly ginger hair. This guy is taller than her best friend, with slightly wavy blond hair kept in a short ponytail at the base of his neck. His eyes are narrowed, so she can’t really tell what color they are. He looks furious with her.

“My head hurts,” she groans, gently sitting up. “I don’t know where Marius is, but I’m sure he’s around. Or you can leave a message. I’m going back to sleep.”

She pulls at the blanket again, only to stop when her bleary eyes catch sight of something that she certainly did not notice when she climbed the fire escape last night: there is a gorgeous cabinet where the TV should be. It’s all vintage looking and she has got to ask Marius where he got the damn thing.

Only, not a single place of furniture in the apartment looks familiar. The couch is much more comfortable – and probably much more expensive – and she is clutching the softest blanket that has ever touched her skin. There are bookcases everywhere, made of dark wood, and some of the cases are in the exact spot where Marius keeps his stupid PlayStation – even though she beats him every time, he still likes to play.

He would never get rid of that damn thing, not for any girlfriend.

Well fuck.

“I broke into the wrong apartment, didn’t I?” she wants to facepalm badly.

How did that even happen? Sure, she was pretty damn drunk, but she cannot have been drunk enough to enter the wrong apartment. She knows the route to Marius’ place by heart, and the window was slightly open as usual. Keys are too complicated when she’s drunk, because she has ruined many a key or a lock with drunken stupidity. It’s why Marius refuses to give her a new one until she gets her life together.

“Who are you?” the blond guy is still gripping the bat tightly.

“You wouldn’t happen to know Marius Pontmercy?” she avoids the topic. “Cuz I really thought this was his place.”

Giving her name to a stranger is a bad idea, but this stranger could get her into a lot of trouble, seeing as she basically broke into his apartment and helped herself to some of his stuff – she is wearing his seriously high-quality shirt, and nothing else. It is making her feel kinda sexy, to be honest, and that is not a feeling she usually relates to hung-over mornings. But her legs are bare and tanned as she slips them from underneath the soft blanket – and she watches this stranger get more and more flustered as she reveals more and more skin.

She’s got some kickass legs, so she’s gotta flaunt them – not just to distract the cutie from filing charges, but also because she doesn’t often get to feel this sexy. The urge to vomit has pretty much passed, so she has no problems standing up, facing the stranger with what she hopes is a sultry smile on her face.

“But I really like this a lot better than facing an angry best friend,” she grins.

With a final peck to his cheek, she is out the door, holding her stinking clothes at a distance, hoping to figure out how she ended up at the stranger’s apartment. And trying to figure out how she can ‘accidentally’ end up there again.

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Her drinking habits have improved a little after that night – ‘cause she’s sure the next stranger won’t be so nice about it. She kinda wants to keep her record as clean as it’s gonna get, so anymore accidental break-ins would not be a good idea.

Seriously, if she’s ever gonna finish up grad school (so fucking expensive), she’ll have to stay on the right side of the law. Seriously, no one is gonna trust her with kids if her record gets any worse than it already is. Some minor infractions from her wild teenage kicks aside, she’s being doing pretty well. She shouldn’t fuck that up.

So she only goes out drinking on weekends now, and she takes either Marius or his new girlfriend – who knew he was dating her old foster sister? – with her as a chaperone, to make sure she gets home safe and doesn’t flash any more strangers her panties.

Though she doubts that apartment guy minded all that much.

She was wearing her good panties and everything; the ones without tears or holes in them, the ones that make her skin look tan and gorgeous. So if he did get an eyeful when she hightailed it the hell out of there…. Well, she committed a stupid crime, but she did look gorgeous when making her escape. At least there’s that.

Really, she’s been waiting for the cops to arrive at her place every day now, and it’s been about a week without so much as a word. No flashing lights or angry beat cops, no hostile knocks on the door – at least not from anyone looking for her. Her roommate has managed to piss off some sorority girls, which was entertaining for a little while.

Since they’re both grad students, they should not be involved in this petty shit. But it’s just so fucking entertaining.

So it’s with a bounce in her step that she walks into the seriously boring office building that happens to house the law firm Marius works for. Sure, in a few years she might work in a boring office of her own, but there’d better be some really fucking awesome decorations to make things bearable.

There’s a ridiculous amount of security present, but they don’t make her feel a damn bit safer about Marius’ employment at a firm that has a reputation for taking on controversial cases. She sneaks past all the men with ease, making a note to tell Marius that the lobby is totally not safe. At all – because let’s be real, if a retired petty thief can sneak past these people, dangerous people can do so as well.

On her way upstairs, she takes a flying leap into a mostly empty elevator of which the doors are about to close. She makes it just in time, landing against a hard surface that feels surprisingly like a man’s chest.

Her good day just turned into a great one.

“Thanks for catching me,” she grins before extricating herself.

“It’s you!” the man in question speaks.

She looks up – well fuck! It is the guy from last month, the one whose apartment she broke into during her quest to get drunk every single night of the week. That epic quest had to be discontinued after that night – because breaking and entering is bad, mmkay?

“Shit,” she is eloquent as usual.

This kind of coincidence is ridiculous? What even are the odds of running into him a second time, especially a second time when looking for Marius? She is sure one of Marius’ brainiac friends could calculate that for her. But that’s so not the point, because right now she just really needs an exit plan.

Getting arrested again would be really bad – it would ruin the excellent streak she’s been on since she started being a good girl in senior year of high school.

“Please don’t have me arrested,” she decides to just come out with it.

They are the only two people in the elevator, and she only has about seven floors to convince him. And since this elevator is shooting up way too fast, that does not leave her with that much time to get persuasive.

“It was an accident,” she tells him, hands moving frantically. “Your apartment is like, exactly where my friend’s is, only one building to the left. Total drunken accident!”

With one eye on the doors, she tries to guess just how much time she has left before she can make her escape. Ten seconds? Fifteen? Maybe twenty if she is really unlucky and other people need to join them in awkwardness.

When the elevator finally stops on the right floor, she jumps out, trying not to trip over her own feet as she makes her escape.

Guess this is the last time she’ll pick up Marius at work.

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Supposedly the guest lecturer is this brilliant mind who graduated from high school at age 16 and managed to get through college and law school so fast that he’s one of the best and the brightest in the law world before his thirtieth birthday. Nobody is telling her his exact age, but he should not be that much older than the students.

And while she hopes the class is actually interesting, she mostly just hopes that the guy is hot. She needs someone else to think about other than the guy whose apartment she broke into – she should not still be thinking about how hot he was and about his shirt that is still hiding in her closet.

Yeah, she might actually keep that, like the pathetic weirdo she is.

Anyway, so, this guest lecture. She doesn’t technically have to be here, but she figures her presence might appease the professor – because she’s been a bit absent in classes lately. She blames the guy she burgled. The shirt totally counts as stealing.

That just makes it worse. Great.

“Welcome everyone,” the professor wears a smug grin. “I want to introduce Gabriel Enjolras, graduate of this very university and now a prominent lawyer at Chandler, Finn, and Smith. He will be speaking today on his experience with family law.”

She looks up just in time to see familiar eyes boring into hers – of course it’s the same guy she was just thinking about. Of course she actually accidentally broke into the apartment of a sort of famous lawyer. Well, fuck.

There goes her career.

“Thank you for having me, professor Mendez,” he has to acknowledge their leader. “I know that the details of law might not be to your particular interest in this class, but I will try to focus on the cases that be most relevant to you as a class.”

Now she has to remain focused on this lecture – because she really is interested in family law – while hoping she can escape immediately after this class. And at the same time, she has to try not to be too obvious about her drooling over his stupid physique that she should not be focusing on.

Seriously, somehow she noticed his looks that first time, and apparently her drunken/hung-over memory is much better than she ever imagined it to be, because she has been unable to get him out of her head ever since that moment. The wavy hair, still in a ponytail. The eyes that might be gray or blue depending on the light.

He is still the same and she can’t stop staring like a stupid, naïve high school girl.

Maybe she should just get all the staring done while she still can – she doubts that the police officers he is undoubtedly sending her way after this will be as visually appealing as he is. Shit, she is so totally fucked, and not in the good way.

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When she finds him in her favorite chair at her favorite coffee shop, she is seriously fucking tempted to back away slowly and just go on without her desperately needed dose of caffeine. Seriously, if he hasn’t had her arrested yet, she can’t keep tempting him to do so by showing up everywhere he is.

Not that she is doing that on purpose, but karma is a fucking bitch, and she has clearly pissed off that bitch one too many times.

But really, if she has to deal with an all-nighter for that fucking paper she should have gotten started on days ago, she is going to need that coffee. And this is the only place around that actually has decent coffee for a decent price.

So she might just have to face the beast.

“Funny running into you here,” she decides to just walk up to him and get the awkward encounter over with. “Enjolras, was it?”

She does have the advantage of knowing his name when he does not know hers. Sure, giving him custody over the shirt would be going too far – it is just so damn comfy – but she is going to at least try to be nice to him.

“Éponine,” he acknowledges her and she tries not to look too flabbergasted.

It is taking everything for her to keep her mouth shut and not ask him just how he knows her name. As far as she knows, they are complete strangers. Heck, the only reason she knows his stupid name is because he is semi-famous in his field. There are no such honors attached to her name, so it makes absolutely no sense for him to know anything about her other than her terrible drinking habits.

“Well, I think we’ve moved past mere coincidence at this point,” she waves at ‘Chetta behind the counter, trying to keep things light and pleasant. “Once is awkward, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern. We’re at accidental meeting number four.”

Maybe they should just talk things through, get the awkwardness – and inevitable arrest – out of the way. Because if things keep going like this, next week she is going to find him in her dorm room, talking to her roommate like they’re old friends. That is how Bizarro World her life has gotten since she first met him.

“I doubt this will be the last one,” Enjolras looks her in the eye ever so briefly before looking away again. “I do work at the same firm as your friend Marius. I assume our paths are bound to cross again because of him.”

She can be civil if he is too – well, shit, not that civil is the right word here.

“I promise not to have you arrested,” he adds, and she takes a relieved breath.

“That’s all I ask of you,” she awkwardly quips.

Because he damn well discombobulates her, she is off like a shot, snagging her coffee from ‘Chetta and tossing a crumpled bill at her friend that hopefully covers at least some of her outstanding bills. No time to talk, no time to even look at her friend or that damn guy again before she is out the door and on her way.

Dwelling on how he flusters her would just be a bad idea. It’s not just the threat of arrest that was hanging over her head until now, it’s just how she can never be composed around him.

Well, clearly she’ll have to learn, because karma still has a bone to pick with her.

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Azelma’s clunker stands out a bit in the midst of the drive-in, but they’re paying that no mind. And why would they, when Casablanca was about to start on the biggest screen they’d ever been able to watch it on?

Of course, the minute the lame previews start and her attention starts to drift, she spots a familiar figure a few cars over. His blonde hair is still in that ponytail, and he is dressed a little too formally for a night spent watching a movie in his car.

He’s everywhere she is, so why not here?

“I told Courf to meet me here,” Azelma is so very late to mention. “You won’t mind entertaining his friend, right? If he’s super boring, you can always ignore him to watch the movie.”

Ever since Azelma and Courfeyrac (what even is his first name?) started getting serious, she’s been bailing on sister time for her damn boyfriend. Really, Eponine should have known when Azelma agreed to the outing without concern for a night spent away from her boyfriend – because she wasn’t going to be apart from him.

“Fine,” she huffs.

At least she’ll always have Paris.

“His name is Gabriel something,” Azelma continues.

Seriously? Does karma hate her that much? Is that still a thing? Does she really have to run into him everywhere?

Not that she doesn’t want to see him – she is very appreciative of the visual he presents – but to be forced to see him and have it be so awkward every single time is not really her idea of fun. Somehow she always comes across as such a complete mess when he’s around, and he seems all too put together. For once, she’d like to see him on her terms, when she’s ready for him.

She’s sure she can make his jaw drop a time or two, leave him discombobulated for once – she can be pretty and funny and impressive. Well, for twice maybe, because she did leave him kind of stunned and in awe when she ran out of his apartment half naked. Maybe nudity is what it takes to surprise him.

“Courf, baby,” Azelma is already all over him – no surprise there.

Gabriel Enjolras is trying really hard to avoid getting in the way of the way too amorous reunion. Luckily for him, Azelma and Courfeyrac appear to be heading in the direction of his car. Only, that does leave Enjolras with Eponine.

“We meet again,” she grins.

“So we do,” he is not a man of many words right now.

Well, she can deal with that. She climbs back into Azelma’s car, motioning for him to follow – she doesn’t want to miss the movie.

“This does explain why Courfeyrac suddenly wanted to see Casablanca,” he mutters as he climbs into the passenger seat.

He has to slide the seat backwards quite a bit, and she is trying not to be too obvious about how she’s eyeing him. He’s just so tall, and he’s looking handsome, and if they’d met any other way, she might have tried to make something out of it. But not even the great Eponine Thenardier can make burglary into a meet-cute, right?

“If you’re saying you hate this movie, I’ll kick you out of this car,” she warns.

She is not even joking much.

“I could never hate a true classic,” he quickly replies.

“Good,” she grins. “And I promise not to steal anything this time.”

Why not make a joke out of it? He already said he wouldn’t report her, so it’s time to let it be an inside joke instead of a source of anxiety.

“Sounds like a plan,” he’s smiling too.

And then they’re quiet, listening to the movie and trying to pretend they aren’t looking at each other. She’s sneakier about it than he is, but even the great Eponine Thenardier gets caught sometimes.

If they keep getting thrown in each other’s paths, why not enjoy it?

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It’s been a whole week since the drive-in, and she hasn’t seen him. She hasn’t accidentally run into him at the coffee shop again, she hasn’t been by to visit Marius at his office, and clearly the universe is sick of throwing them at each other. And that sucks, because it chooses to quit just when she actually wants to run into him.

She had a great time at the drive-in. He didn’t try to talk through the movie, and he snuck back to Courfeyrac’s car to get them some snacks that technically weren’t quite allowed. When she teased him about her being a bad influence on him, he went with it, displaying a sense of humor she hadn’t seen much more than a glimpse of before. She was intrigued, even more so than before. So here she is, standing in front of his door on a Friday night, hoping he’ll actually be home. Actually, she is pretty sure he will be home, but she is just unsure if he will want to see her again. He didn’t ask for her number after the movie, so clearly he isn’t interested in her the way she is in him.

Ugh, this feeling is so disappointing for a badass such as herself, but she is going to power through it.

The doorbell sounds, and she waits for a response, awkwardly holding the newly washed shirt. She hates that she has to return it, but if he’s not interested, it might be for the best. It would be too awkward to have a random shirt belonging to him at her house, especially if their paths crossed again in the future. They probably will, knowing how the universe likes to mess with her.

“Eponine,” Enjolras is smiling when he opens the door.

“Gabriel,” she has to grin in return. “I came by to bring back your shirt.”

Or, actually, she is using that shirt as a damn good excuse. Hopefully he’ll see right through her and appreciate the effort. Ugh, she is so beyond wishful thinking, but he’s making her.

“It probably looks better on you,” he says.

And then he blushes, making her think that he really did not mean to let that slip. It’s a very good sign, and the blush is actually working for him.

“Do you want to come in?” Enjolras recovers quickly.

She walks in without another word – because did he really think that she was going to say no to that?

When she walks back out the next morning, she is wearing the shirt.

At least this time she didn’t have to sleep on the couch.

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