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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Parchment and Promises

When his favorite Sister of Sin get reassigned to library duty, Papa Emeritus III obviously has to take advantage of the secluded space.

Pairing: Papa Emeritus III/Terzo x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: oral sex, library smut, public sexual acts, google translate italian, dom/fem-dom if you squint?

A/N: I told y’all I would end up writing Terzo too, gotta have an excuse to use more smutty, sexy, shitty google translate Italian. This might end up with a surprise part two because our lovers don’t actually fuck but hey, who knows. Also if anyone actually cares, no this isn’t the same sister of sin that is in my other stories with copia… though now I cant not write that one ahahahaha

enjoy!!

AO3 link HERE

The abbey bells tolled softly in the distance, echoing through the lofty space.

The sun was just beginning to set, golden hour rays streaming lazily through the ornate stained glass windows; which in turn casted beautiful shapes of all colors.

I was in the back corners of the library, putting away the massive books and tiny scrolls that the other senior sisters had pulled out during their hours of translations. Normally I was assigned to work in the kitchens, cooking for the many siblings of sin that called the abbey home. However, one of the senior sisters had taken ill and I had been told to switch for the day, pushing around a dusty cart full of books rather than being elbow deep in bread flour.

I hummed as I worked, slipping between the massive bookshelves and sliding everything back to its proper home. I paused when I felt a set of eyes on me, head whipping around to look for the source of the feeling and finding nobody. Feeling a presence but not seeing one wasn’t cause for alarm here, if anything it was a painfully shy ghoul lurking just out of view. I went back to my work again, focusing on the cart and the books on it, and ignoring the feeling of someone watching as best as possible. Someone’s arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against them, their other hand coming up to cover my mouth as I started to scream.

I began to flail wildly, hands coming up to pull at the wrist of my attacker, before I heard the deep rumble of a chuckle in my ear.

“Bella mia, Sorella, I startle you?” The hand covering my mouth was pulled away and I looked back at my attacker, a scowl on my face.

“Satan below, Terzo. Yes, of course you scared me!” I snapped, trying to turn to look at him but his hands gripped my hips and I felt him rest his chin on my shoulder, kissing my cheek quickly.

“Mi displace, I’m sorry,” He purred, his fingers brushing against my hips softly in slow strokes. I leaned against him, a blush forming on my cheeks. “I saw you pass by me and I assume you notice me.”

“Hm.” I mumbled, a small shiver running down my spine as he pushed my habit to the side and pressed soft kisses to the sensitive skin of my neck.

“It is nice to see you out of the kitchen, si? It is like a dungeon down there.” His deep voice rumbled against his lips as he skillfully ran his tongue against the shell of my ear. “You are too delicate to be working hard in there Bella…”

His right hand curved around my body, brushing his fingertips softly against my waist before coming to gently paw at my breasts. His other hand gripped my hip obsessively as he gently rocked against me, I could feel his cock getting hard with each gentle brush against my ass. My body felt like it was heating up, like I was working in front of the ovens making dinner, a small weak smile on my lips.

“I-I like my job, Papa…” I chuckled softly before biting on my bottom lip as his fingers rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently at the little bundle of nerves.

“Si, si. But I have a better job for you, mia cara…”

“Oh?”

“Si.” He chucked, tugging me against him and turning so I was facing the bookshelves. “La mia proprieta…”

My hands came up to steady myself against the shelves as Terzo yanked my hips back against him; he ground against my ass and I had to hold back a moan, a small whimper slipping from my lips. His hands wandered from my hips, caressing at my sides before he curled around me. He pressed more kisses to my neck, his tongue swirling around my skin in a way that he seemed to only know how. I fought to stifle a moan, my fist pressing against my lips, and I could feel Papa chucking as he turned me in his arms.

“What you say, cara mia? Hm?” Terzo smiled at me, a rare boyish one and I felt my cheeks turn bright red as his mismatched eyes crinkled as he chuckled at my face. His hand came up to cup my cheek, his fingers caressing my jawline as I looked up at him with hooded eyes.

I didn’t answer him, I pushed forward and kissed him firmly. His arms curled around my waist, pushing me back against the bookshelf with a mumbled Italian I didn’t quite catch. My own arms wrapped firmly around his neck, fingers running into his hair and scratching softly at the base of his neck. I could feel the shudder run through his body and smirked into the kiss. He may have known exactly how to turn me on, but two could play at that game and I was very good at this one.

I pushed against his chest softly and Terzo pulled away with a confused look on his face, I smirked at him as I pushed him back against the bookshelf on the other side of the alcove we were in. He let out a little oof when his back hit the shelves and I locked eyes with him, his pupils blown wide with lust. I slowly fell to my knees while never breaking our eye contact. Terzo’s breath was coming hard and fast as my hand slid up his muscular thighs; fingers gently caressing as one hand started to undo his belt while the other teasingly traced his cock as it strained against the confines of his trousers.

“S-sorella…m-mio dio…” Terzo groaned quietly, his hand coming to settle on my head. He started to pull off the habit but I swatted his hand away.

“Leave it on.”

Another string of incoherent italian as my hand slipped into his trousers, freeing his cock from the straining fabric. Terzo’s hand gripped the shelf by his hips, white knuckled, as he watched with his mismatched gaze as my hand ran up and down his shaft teasingly. I leaned forward and placed soft kisses on his length, barely ghosting my lips over the skin. He bucked his hips forward weakly, knowing I would walk away if he got too carried away too quickly. He was whimpering when I finally, mercifully, let my tongue slip out and ran it against the head of his cock tasting the precum that had beaded there.

“Sa-santi sotto, cara mia…” Terzo moaned, his hips bucking against my lips as I pumped my fist up and down him again. “Take pity, no?”

I locked eyes with him, a small smile as I took in the site in front of me. Papa Emeritus III. His hair messy, cheeks flushed so deep I could see it under his paints, his whole body was wound tight as he looked at me with a withering lusty gaze. I felt powerful, a warm feeling sliding down my spine and settling in my belly.

“I’m not sure you’ve earned it, Papa…” I purred, feeling bold as I began to take him into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head as I took him as deep as I could, hollowing out my cheeks as I pulled back.

Terzo’s right hand shot out towards my head before he thought better of it and gripped the bookshelf again. His head rolled back, thumping softly against the old books on the shelves, as little words of encouragement and broken Italian slipped from his lips. I couldn’t help but smirk as I continued to bob my head up and down his cock, tongue massaging at the underside of his length. Surprising both Terzo and myself I managed to swallow him down to the base, my nose brushing at the soft curls as I held him deeply before pulling back again. I teased him again with my tongue and felt his hips begin to match my pace and I knew he was getting close.

“Fanculo questo.” Terzo cursed, hands grabbing my head and a thrill shot down my spine knowing he was about to lose control.

Holding my head steady Terzo began fucking my mouth for all he was worth; I was gagging, spittle slipping down my lips and dripping obscenely into my lap but my hands stayed curled around his thighs. I heard him grunting above me, italian words mixed in and I felt the heat pooling in my belly as I squirmed under him. Unable to help myself I let my hand reach up and cup his balls, massaging them softly.

“Ingoialo, Sorella…” He grunted, before quickly thrusting a few more times before I felt his cock twitch in my mouth. I felt the hot spurt out and down my throat, greedily swallowing everything. After a few shallow thrusts he pulled away, cock slipping from my mouth as he brushed his fingers against my scalp.

“Perfezione, Bella.” Terzo stood there, eyes barely open as he caught his breath while leaning heavily on the bookshelf. My face was flushed, breath coming in and out steadily, as I squirmed on the floor beneath him. “Brava ragazza, si, good girl…”

Terzo smiled warmly at me, eyes full of adoration as he cupped my cheek again. His thumb brushed the remnants of spittle and his seed from the corner of my lips. He tucked himself back in his trousers before helping me to stand up. My legs quaked, numb from kneeling on the floor so long, and ever the gentleman Terzo helped steady me against the bookshelves. His hands warm on my hip as he kissed my neck again, teeth nipping at my shoulder as he pulled at my robes. My hips bucked forward as his hand pulled at the hem of my robes, fingers brushing softly against my bare thigh as he curled his fingers against the tops of my stockings.

“I return the favor, no?” He purred, his lips brushing against mine before pulling away. A whimper slipped from my lips, eyes locking on his as I nodded quickly at him.

“Please, Papa.”

Terzo smiled at me, my heart fluttering in its cage as a warm feeling spread over my entire body. “Qualsiasi cosa per la mia ragazza. Anything for you, Bella.”

I watched, my breath coming in staccato bursts, as Terzo sunk to his knees. Mirroring myself only moments ago, his fingers pushed my skirts up, exposing my underwear. Ever the tease, I felt his fingers brush against where I had soaked through the fabric. He practically purred at me as he ran his fingers against me, feeling the practically dripping fabric. “All for me, mia?”

“Yes, Papa…” I moaned quietly, fingers tangling in his hair as Terzo leaned forward to pull my underwear down with his teeth. I rolled my hips against his face and my clit brushed against his nose.

“Sorella, you are dripping…” He sighed, pulling one leg over his shoulder. “All for your Papa?”

“Always, Papa.”

I was off balance slightly, leaning my weight backwards against the shelves while balancing on one leg as best as I could. I moved the cart closer to us, giving myself more space to lean if needed. I opened my legs as Terzo settled into position, one arm curled around the thigh on his shoulder and pinning me in place. He buried his face between my legs, fingers spreading me open as he ran his tongue up my opening and barely brushing against my clit.

I bit my lip hard, holding back a moan I knew anyone in the library would hear from anywhere, and bucked my hips against his lips. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest, blood ringing in my ears, and my breath coming in short bursts as Terzo devoured me. His fingers pressed inside of me, my walls instantly clamping down on him as he provided the friction I so sorely needed.

“Terzo…” I moaned his name, head thrown back against the books as I closed my eyes to the feeling of his tongue flicking against my clit.

“Sorella…sei mio.” He groaned into my cunt, faintly I could feel him rolling his hips against his free hand and I knew he was hard again. “Only mine…”

“Only yours,” I parroted him, my knees buckling slightly. I felt Terzo pivot us and slide me to sit on the cart, before he pulled my other thigh up onto his shoulder. I moaned, legs squeezing his head slightly as I felt a shudder roll down my spine. “Only ever yours, Papa…”

His rumbly moan at my response sent shockwaves right to the pool of heat in my belly and I ground against his face, fingers tugging on his hair sharply. My nails dug into his scalp as my orgasam clawed its way to the edge of the clif I was desperate to fling myself over. Terzo’s tongue swirling my clit had my legs quaking on his shoulders, he knew I was close and I felt his fingers turn in their gentle thrusting and curl towards the spongy spot inside me that made my toes curl.

“Oh. Oh fuck Terzo…” I groaned, thighs squeezing his head as he continued to slurp at my clit as my orgasam washed over me. It was so strong I thought I was going to black out, vision swirling slightly. But I couldn’t help but lock with Papa’s gaze, his miss matched eyes filled with mirth between my thighs as I moaned his name, begging him to never stop.

Aftershocks slowly spilled down my spine as I rode out my pleasure against Terzo’s face, before my fingers loosened the grip on his hair. He pulled back slightly, pressing his cheek into my limp hand like a kitten would to an open palm. He wiped his face with my underwear and my face flushed scarlet as he took a deep breath.

“I keep these, si? As a reward for Papa’s hard work.” He chucked, tucking the fabric in his back pocket before standing slowly.

“Whatever you’d like, Papa.” I mumbled, dazed and with a content look on my face. His hand came up to cup my face, I nuzzled into him before he leaned down to press soft kisses to my face and lips. Terzo stepped between my legs, I could feel his cock stirring in his trousers and I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped from my lips. Terzo went to say something before he ducked down again, before I could say anything or even look at him I heard footsteps.

“Sister, are you over here?”

One of the senior sisters who worked in the library stepped around the corner behind me, I whipped my head around while scooting so my robes would cover my legs.

“Ah there you are! Are you almost done sister, dinner is starting soon and I wanted to let you know.” She smiled warmly at me, before slipping the book she had in her hands in its proper place.

“Y-yes, thank you Sister. I’ll be right there, I only have a small book to put away.”

“Oh I can take it-“

“NO! No, it's okay!” I laughed, eyes wild as she started to step towards me. I could feel Terzo’s hands wandering up my legs again and I kicked at him, earring a soft grunt from the man in front of me. “I-I wanted to finish the task myself, nothing better than a good days work…”

“All the younger sisters should strive to be like you Sister,” She smiled again at me. “Our work is important to the dark lord, not just flirting with the Papas.”

“Yes, Sister. I agree.” My eyes drifted to the floor, Terzo had a big stupid grin on his face and I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at him.

“Well, don’t delay too much Sister. You wouldn’t want to miss out on Papa’s blessings for dinner.” She waved at me before beginning to walk away from me.

“Something tells me I won’t miss Papa, Sister.” I was holding back my laughter as I listened to the sound of her footsteps fading.

Terzo smirked at me, standing once again, before leaning down to kiss my lips gently while his hand slipped beneath my habit to tangle in my hair.

“Will I see you after dinner, Sorella?” He murmured against my lips, his hips grinding against mine as I shuttered again.

“Always, Papa.”

“Promettere, bella mia?”

“I promise, Terzo.”

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adoreeenina · 3 days

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For You, I’ll Risk It All

Part one: High School Crush

-Series Masterlist-

Relationship: DBF! Hank Voight x Plus Size! Olinsky! Reader

WC: 7.3k

Series Summary: He is corrupted and vicious, nothing but a dirty cop. At least that's what you've been told by your mother. You hated him and you weren't afraid to show it at the slightest, but that all changed when he protected you from going to jail when you were 18.

Coming back from New York after five years, you decided to live for yourself for once.

You didn't expect it would start by falling for Hank Voight.

You know your dad's best friend.

Being one of the well known detective’s daughter has its perks, the main one is protection from anyone and anything, the second anyone hears your last name, they quickly back off, knowing what to come of them if they even lay a finger on you; but it also has its downfalls. One of them involving dating.

Anyone who you brought home were intimidated by him almost immediately, you’re pretty sure they know about your fathers being a dirty cop, or atleast the whispers.

Yes. You knew about it, you always known since you were thirteen. You remember the late night arguments between your parents, you would be sitting down on top of the stairs and listen. They weren’t exactly being quiet, atleast your mother wasn’t. Your father trying to calm her down or atleast keep it quiet before you or your sister wake up. Since then, you try to keep your sister Lexi in the dark as much as you can, she doesn’t need to know how many people your father killed.

And that’s where Hank comes in. You haven’t met him yet or seen him. Your mother always mentions him in almost every argument she has with your father. Blaming him for getting your father involved in his dirty work and maybe one day getting himself killed because of it. And that thought scared you.

You were sixteen when you met Hank for the first time. It was the middle of your summer break. Your sister wanted to go to summer camp and your mom volunteered to be one of the chaperones, and the offered you to be home alone most of the time when your father works.

On the rare days when your father gets those days off, he spends them with you. You were having a movie night. Your father let you choose, you decided on a horror movie, Conjuring. You were in the kitchen making popcorn, one with kettle corn powder and the other with white cheddar.

You were making your way to the living room when the door bell rings. Startling you, you pause mid step, you look up the stairs where your father is doing god knows what.

Then you remembered your dad ordered pizza from the closest pizzeria 15 minutes ago. Your stomach grumbled when you thought of food, and you couldn't wait to dig in.

Walking the rest of your way to the living room, you place the bowls of popcorn down on the coffee table. Grabbing money out of your dad’s wallet, you quickly walk over to the front door.

Opening the door, ready to hand the delivery person the money, but pause when you see an unfamiliar man you’ve never seen before.

The man before you stood about 5’10, cropped black brown hair that was greying from the temples upwards and brown eyes that considered you carefully. He had the jaw line of a Greek God.

He looks down at you with a raised brow in confusion. Why the hell is he looking at you like that? If anyone should be staring like that should be you.

He scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. In your blue Cookie Monster pajamas shorts and an oversized black shirt that hangs on your left shoulder.

Feeling a little selfconscious by the way he’s looking at you, you subconsciously pull down your pajamas shorts down.

Pushing your feelings aside, you cross your arms across your chest and glare at the man trying to be intimidating but it only amuses him.

“Can I help you?” You ask not caring how rude you might’ve sound.

You could’ve sworn you saw the corner of his mouth twitch as though trying to stifle a smirk, after silently considering you for a few more painful seconds, he decided to speak.

“Hank Voight. I’m looking for Alvin” your brows raised up slightly at the name.

“Sorry. you must got the wrong house. I don’t know any Alvin”

He hums in the back of his throat, the only acknowledgement he gave to your answer.

If he is who he says he is, you don’t want him here at all. You only know what your mother said about him. He’s nothing but a dirty cop. Your mother would be infuriated if she were here.

“You sure?” He squints at you, obviously giving you a chance to be honest with him.

You give him a sarcastic smile, “I’m sure” taking a step back, you grab onto the door to close it, “Sorry you didn’t find what you were looking for” you fake being sympathetic. “Bye bye” you wave as you close the door with a smile.

“Y/n!” You hear your dad’s fast footsteps rushing behind you to stop the door from closing, grabbing the door to allow it to fully open.

“What?” You faux innocence. Your dad looks down at you with a stern look obviously not buying it.

Turning to face Hank with apologetic grin, “Sorry. My daughter can be a little asshole”

“Dad!” You gasp with a glare his way.

Hearing Hank chuckle under his breath made you snap your head at his direction and glare.

Spurred by annoyance, you contemplate just slamming the door to his face, the scolding you might get be damned.

“Why the hell is he doing here?” Your face scrunch up as you wave your arm at Hank’s direction.

“Alright, Y/n that’s enough” your dad grabs you by your bicep and tugs you away from the door.

“You know mom won’t like it if she finds out he’s here” you whisper. Your dad sighs, glancing at Hank before dragging you to the kitchen.

“That’s why we won’t tell mom”

“What?”

“Look sweetheart-“

“Are you leaving?” You cut him off. His face softened hearing the distressed pain in your question.

“Y/n-“

“You promised you would spend the day with me. I miss spending time with you, I never get to see you. All you focus on is your stupid job…. Is this why mom made you move to the garage?”

Alvin was lost for words. He should’ve known better he’s oldest daughter would’ve caught on with all the fight and late discussion he had with Meredith. It hurt him the way Meredith looks at him but it hurts even seeing the broken look in your eyes.

“Y/n” he reaches his out to you, making you take a step back. Feeling betrayed and hurt.

“Actually, You know what dad? You can do whatever you need to do. Clearly I’m not your first priority” pulling your arm out of his grip, you move past him, and grab your phone from the table.

“Y/n!” Alvin calls behind you, but you ignore his calls, not giving a glance towards the door, knowing Hank is still there waiting. You rush up the stairs to your room, slamming the door behind you.

•~•~•

You might’ve been dramatic, overthinking, or overreacting, but since that day, your relationship with your dad hasn’t been the same. You’ve always been daddy’s girl, so it hit you pretty hard not having that kind of relationship with him anymore. But you were tired of being put a side and not being a priority, you miss spending those days where it’s just the two of you, it could be him taking you shopping,or taking you to the ice cream parlor, or just taking to the park.

Now, it’s like you don’t even have a father, at least one that’s present in your life. Not only is your relationship with your dad went downhill, your mom isn’t any better.

Your mother can be a bit overbearing at times. At least with you. Mostly about your weight. She always been pretty brazen about her opinion on your body. Telling you to lose weight by going to the gym, go on a diet, even going as far to suggest some supplements she seen on TikTok that could help you(which you know are BS).

You’ve always been a big girl, even when you were a little girl. Though you went through puberty pretty early in your life, your curves came in and shaped your body beautifully.

You love your body, you might get a little self conscious about it from time to time but what girl doesn’t? You learned pretty early on you might not be everyone type but you might be someone’s type and that was enough to give you confidence about your plump figure.

Now how your luck has it, you actually know Hank’s son Justin and adopted daughter Erin Lindsay though you didn’t know it at the time. You went to school with them, Erin is a little older than you but Justin is the same age as you.

Now back to your father’s best friend. After your first meeting, you started to hold a little grudge against him.

But it seems like luck isn’t on your side when you keep crossing paths with him once or twice. More since you became close friends with Justin and Erin. Though you you try your best to never interacted with him. Yeah, you might’ve been a little brat about that.

Once Erin graduated, she went straight to the Police Academy, wanting to follow Hank’s footsteps. That left you spending most of your time with Justin. Who would’ve thought you spending so much time together would’ve led you to lose your virginity to Justin Voight.

But sadly it wasn’t mind blowing like you had thought. Your girl friends always talked about how their first time was magical, even went into to much details. Now that you think about it, maybe it was all bullshit to make themselves look better in front of your friend group.

Though you can’t put the full blame on Justin, he has a decent size penis and tried to make you feel good, even tried to put your pleasure over his own. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. After that, you two decided to just stay friends and act like it never happened, which you were glad it didn’t mess up your friendship.

There’s also one big thing you learned about yourself pretty early on… you liked men. Older men. Old enough to be your father.

You always knew you liked older men but being under aged is what stopped you most of the time. You were flirted with by older men more than boys your age.

And you liked it. You liked it a lot.

You liked the attention they’ve given you, they were shameless and wasn’t afraid to get what they want. They didn’t care about how much you weigh or what size of clothes you are.

You didn’t know what to was about men that really turns you on. It could be the deep voice. Salt and pepper hair. The way men could get protective of you. Or maybe it could be they are experienced.

You need a man who can teach you a thing or two.

Now, you did an amazing job of avoiding Hank but that couldn’t be avoided when you were eighteen.

•~•~•

Justin💙: Party 2night?

You: Fuck Yes!!! You’re picking me up, right???

Justin💙: What about your parents?

You: Told them I’m going over to your place. Besides they won’t even notice. Mom is out with Lexi and Dad is most likely drinking and watching TV

Justin💙: You sure?

You: It’s the only way I’m going

You: What should I wear?

Justin💙: Something Sexy🥴🤤

You: I’m serious Justin😂

Justin💙: What are my options then?

You:

Justin💙: Fuck🫠😩

Justin💙: The red one. Definitely the red one

Justin💙: And wear those heels that makes your legs look so sexy🥴

You:😘

With a smile, you toss your phone to your bed and make your way to your bathroom to take a quick shower.

Today is supposed to be the best day. You’ll graduate the end the week. Which means you’re done with the people you could care less from High School completely.

Tonight you’re going to party. One of your classmates is having at party at his place while his parents are away for their anniversary.

Getting out the bathroom in only a robe and a towel over your head. You sit down in front of your vanity and do your makeup as natural as you can, you’ll be sweating and drinking, you need your makeup to last all night and not look cakey.

You look at the time and quickly put on a pair of biker shorts and a zip up hoodie. Grabbing your backpack, you place your dress, heels, and purse inside, along with your perfume and extra makeup to finish yourself up.

Justin will be coming by to pick you up in his car. Everything was set and making it home from school the excitement made you zone out.

Your phone flashes signaling you Justin has texted you.

Justin💙: I’m outside

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you race down the stairs.

“Where are you going?” Your dad stops you before you could reach the door. He is sitting on the couch with his feet prompt up on the coffee table with a beer in hand, watching TV.

“Over to Justin’s. I told you already”

“He’s picking you up?”

“Yes”

“Just the two of you? Alone?”

“Dad” you groan, “I’m eighteen, you don’t have to worry about me anymore”

“That may be true” you watch as he gets up from the couch with a grunt and stands in front of you, “but you’ll always be my baby girl. No matter what.” He smiles sweetly at you.

You give him a sincere smile. Even though your relationship has been somewhat strained, moments like these is what you cherish the most.

“I love you. C’mere ” he pull you in for a bear hug.

“I love you too, dad” you smile into his chest. Alvin presses a kiss on your head then leans his head back to look at you.

“What?” You question. He tilts his head with furrowed brows.

“Are you wearing makeup?”

“Dad!” You whine as you cover your face to hide how embarrassed you are.

Your phone rings once more, another message from Justin telling you to hurry your ass up.

“I gotta go. Justin is waiting for me”

“He’s outside?”

“Mhmm” you hum, looking down at your phone messaging Justin back. Your dad nudges you to the door.

“Bye dad” you peck his cheek.

“Bye baby”

“Hey Justin!” Your dad waves once he opens the door allowing you to leave.

“Hey Mr. Olinsky!” Justin waves back through the open window of the car.

“Better take care of her!”

“Oh I will. Don’t you worry!” Justin winks at you.

“Oh my god” you roll your eyes at Justin, waving bye at your dad, you get in the back of Justin car.

“Why you sitting in the back?” Justin looks at you through the rear view mirror.

“Hey! Eyes on the road, pretty boy” you reach from the back seat and hit the back of Justin’s head “I’m changing”

“Why don’t you wear the dress under your clothes like any normal girl”

“Cause I’m not normal, you should know that by now”

You unzip the thin jacket you have on and pull it down your shoulders. You’re wearing an adhesive bra, to hold up your heavy breast while wearing the dress that reveals your shoulders.

“Damn”

“Fucker” you hiss. Zipping open your backpack, you grab your dress, putting the sleeves of your dress on first, “I said no peaking”

Justin lets out a low chuckle, keeping his eyes on the road once more.

Placing the dress over your head, you tug it down to your waist. You pull down your shorts and throw them in your backpack, then tug down the rest of your dress down to your mid thigh. Lastly the best for last, you strap on your heels.

“What did you tell your dad, when you left?” You ask to break the silence.

“Nothing. He’s working late. He doesn’t know I’m gone.”

“My my what a naughty boy you are, Justin. I might have to punish you” you lean forward against the center console to look at the side profile of Justin.

“Shut up” he laughs.

“You know… I might not like your dad but I can’t deny that he’s hot” you tease.

“Of course you would say that” Justin face scrunches up in disgust making you laugh, “I forgot how you prefer older men”

“Yep! And it’s thanks to you”

“Hey! I wasn’t that bad!”

“You weren’t good either”

“You’re such a fucking bitch” Justin shakes his head with a laugh.

“Yeah but you still love me though” you smile smugly at him.

“Unfortunately” you slap his shoulder making him recoil away from you with a smile.

Justin parks the car a little further than the house since the road was already cut off from how many cars were parked. ‘Rack City’ by Tyga burst through the loudspeakers, you could feel the vibration in your entire body.

Justin being the gentleman that he is with you, opens the door for you. He helps you of the car and steady you in your heels. He tugs down the back of your dress as he closes the door. You thanked him.

Justin places his hand on your lower back and guides you to the house full of people.

“Woo!!! Senior graduates!!!” You hear someone cheers running into the house.

“Woo!!!” Justin mimics next to you, he wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling close to his side.

Entering the house, the place is decorated in the school colors of blue and black streamers, paper graduation caps hanging from the end of a stream decorates in various places in the ceiling, different color lights shine brightly in different rooms of the house. The party is awesome.

“Yo, Justin! Glad you could make it bro!” Mickey steps in front of the both of you, he hands Justin a drink.

“Wouldn’t miss it” Justin chugs down whatever alcohol was in the cup like it was nothing.

“N/n you scrumptious as ever” Mickey smirks at you.

“Bite me” you roll your eyes, showing your disinterest at his attempt of flirting.

“I will if-“

“Hey what did I say?” Justin points a threatening finger against Mickey’s chest.

“Sorry” Mickey raises his hands up, palms out.

Yeah, Justin is over protective of you, that’s much is clear. He’s basically one of the reasons why no one never really picked on you. They were afraid of Justin, he has just as much of a reputation as his father.

The last time a guy tried to pick on you ended up with a concussion and Justin suspended.

Not only is he over protective of people picking on you, he’s also over protective when it comes to guys flirting with you. He acts like an older brother wanting to protect his younger sister’s innocence, which is kinda weird to you since he was the one that took your virginity.

“Y/n!!!” You hear someone suddenly screech and jumps on you wrapping their arms around you.

“Bitch!” You groan at the added weight. You thank the lord for Justin holding you up if not you would’ve fell and everyone would’ve gotten an eyeful.

Recognizing the blue hair, you instantly knew it was Gwen.

Gwen pulls herself away from you, her hands on your shoulder and her eyes gaze up and down at your figure with a smirk.

“You look hot, babe”

“Thanks Gwen” you laugh at her bluntness.

“C’mon the others are waiting for you” she grabs your wrist to tug you along with her.

“Hey!” Justin shouts offensively, throwing his arms up.

“Relax pretty boy. We’ll be by the pool so you know where she’s at. Geez he acts like he’s your boyfriend or something” Gwen rolls her eyes.

You smile sheepishly at Justin who doesn’t stop glaring at Gwen. You let Gwen take you to the back of the house where the pool is.

There you meet up with Daniel, Jacky, Sean, and Kate.

“Y/n Olinsky at a house party. Never thought I’ll see the day. I didn’t take you the type to be into this kind of thing. I thought clubs will be more your thing” Daniel grins.

“Hey if theres alcohol involved I’m coming”

“Speaking of coming. Here.” Kate hands you a red cup, “its squirt with tequila”

“You’re the best” you take the drink and chug it down, wincing a little at the after taste of the tequila but that’s to the soda it keeps it at bay.

Two hours into the party, you’ve danced with your friends, watched the guys play beer pong, and the people who are at the pool.

You, Jacky, and Gwen decided to take a break from the party and sit down on the steps of the porch to get some air that doesn’t smell like sweat and alcohol.

“What you planning on doing after high school?” Ask Jacky before she sips the rest of her alcohol.

“I don’t know about y’all but I’m ain’t going to college. I just want to travel around the world with my cat. I could do it, you know. I could just get a random job, buy a bus, buy the supplies, and just remodel it. I could just work online”

“That’s sounds badass” you respond to Gwen.

“What about you?” Gwen turns the question to you. You shrug.

“I got accepted in NYU Groosman School of Medicine” you mutter. You hear the two girls squeal making you wince.

“Dude isn’t that your dream school?”

“It is”

“Then why does it sound like you aren’t excited about it?”

“Maybe because I don’t want to go to the medical field. The whole reason I even applied was because I wanted to get out of here and be on my own. My mom wanted me go to a college close by but I want to be independent and be on my own” you sigh.

You’ve been understandably stressed out. You wanted to get out of your parents house and be independent but you also don’t want to be away from home. You don’t want to leave Lexi alone with your overbearing mom, you know your dad would be there but he’s too busy with work to be at home most of the time.

You didn’t think you’ll be accepted to NYU. It has a reputation of being one of the hardest colleges to be accepted in. The only reason you applied is because you were good in Biology, Chemistry, Physics, and Calculus. Your teachers always encouraged you in the medical field so that’s what you did but now you’re starting to regret your decision.

“You know what you need?” Gwen looks directly at you.

“What’s that?” You answered, taking a sip from the cup in your hand.

“To get laid.”

The way that you choked on your drink was undignified and most unlady-like.

You glare at Jacky and at Gwen who was smirking. Jacky patted your back, sympathetically.

Surprisingly, the thumping music vibrated through your body, calming your mind. The alcohol also helped!

“First of all,” you clear your throat, “I get laid plenty, thank you very much. Second, how did we go from talking about our future to getting me laid?”

“Your still fucking that fire fighter?” Question Jacky

“Oh yeah”

“I wonder what your dad would say if he ever finds out” teases Gwen with a knowing smirk

“He will say nothing cause it’s none of his business” you roll your eyes.

“Not if he finds out which one it is” Jacky grins down at her cup.

“Maybe” you shrug

“Dude, what is it with cops and firefighters having a war against each other?”

“Right? What’s up with that?”

“Who knows” you shrug, “i think-“

“Shh!” Gwen shushes you, “ya hear that?”

Just as when Gwen says that, you hear the distance sound of police sirens. Leaning forward, in the distance you see the red and blue flashing lights.

“COPS!!!”

Just like that everything runs into chaos. Everyone runs around trying to get out of the house and make a run for it.

Everyone is drunk as fuck to even run straight. So were you but you were sober enough to get up and run in the house to look for Justin.

“Justin!” You shout over the crowd of people. You stand on your tippy toes to look over the crowd but couldn’t find him.

"Y/n, what are you doing?” Mickey suddenly appears in front of you, his eyes wide. He quickly takes your hand. "We gotta go."

“But Justin-“

“He’ll be fine. C’mon there’s no time” you nod, letting him pull you out of the house.

The house is still half empty of drunk teenagers as the cops surrounds the house, but that doesn’t stop Mickey from making a run for it with you behind him.

“Freeze! Stop where you are!”

“Shit” Mickey curses.

“Hey Cal, there’s alcohol surrounding the place. These kids been drinking”

Of course someone called the cops on the party, what a cliche.

“Arms in the air and turn around. Slowly”

Doing as your told. Two cops you don’t recognize, walks towards the two of you.

One reached for the cuffs at his belt, quickly grabbing you by the elbow and cuffs your wrist in front of you. He grabs you by your elbow leading you to a police car.

“Hey!” You whine from the tight grip of his hand on you.

“Keep moving”

“Calm it, I’m in heels, asshole” you snap at him.

Opening the door, the cop pushes your head down as you get in, the other cop pushes Mickey in next to you.

“Fuck. My dad is going to kill me” you quietly groan, throwing your head back. You look out the window seeing some other kids being dragged into different cop cars.

The drive to the police station was a blur. The same cop drags you out of the car with Mickey behind you.

Seeing the familiar silver haired woman with her normal stern face in the front desk, you keep your head down so she won’t recognize you.

“You have to be so rough?!” You glare at the cop as he pushes you down on a chair and cuffs your left hand on the armrest, “is that really necessary?”

The cop ignores you, he walks away with your confiscated purse in his hand.

“Hey asshole, watch it!” you turn your toward the noise to see Mickey being dragged, the cop shoves him down in the chair next to you.

“Both of you wait here till we get back”

“Like we have much of a choice” you bite back. The cop gives you a look before leaving.

“Fuck man” Mickey groans next to you.

“Tell me about it. I had to get arrested wearing this” you point at your red dress. Compared to the plain looking police station, you stand out like a sore thumb.

“Could be worse” Mickey smirks down at you.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“You could look like him” Mickey points at what looks like a man in women’s clothing. Is that a prostitute?

“Oh my god, Mickey! Don’t point” you scold him and pinch his side with your hand that isn’t restraint.

“Ow okay” he laughs as he tries to get away from you.

“Hank, you’re still here?” You overhear Trudy, you lean over slightly to see none other than Hank.

“Fuck” you groan.

“I thought you left with the others”

“Nah. I needed to get some paper work done first”

“You know him?” Mickey looks between you and Hank.

“Yeah that’s Justin’s dad also my dad’s best friend. Quick make yourself big so he won’t see me”

“Babe” Mickey deadpans at you, “your dress is a far cry compared to everything here. He’ll notice you even if I try to cover you”

“Shut up and do as your told” you shove him.

“Hey!”

“Alright” the police officer from before walks up to the two of you. “I’ll need your name”

“Y/n” he writes it down.

“Last name?”

You hesitate, “Olinsky” you mumble.

The police officer pauses, he gazes down at you before letting out a hearty laugh, “Olinsky? You’re Alvin’s daughter?” You wince at how loud he’s being, “No fucking way”

Well so much for being discreet. If Hank didn’t know you were here now he does.

You shift in your seat uncomfortably, your eyes gaze around the room before hiding your face behind you hand. Trying to make yourself small as possible.

“Y/n?” You hear the all familiar gravelled husky voice of Hank. You look up to see Hank gaze on you with a raised brow. You two make eye contact for a split second, before you break it.

“You got to be fucking kidding me” you mumble, sliding down your chair slightly and cover your eyes with your hand.

You want the floor to swallow you whole.

“What’s going on here?” Hank question the officer.

“Someone called about a house party. These kids been drinking.” You roll your eyes at the officers matter of fact tone.

“Is that right” Hank gaze goes back to you, his expression hard to read, making you feel uneasy.

God kill me now. Please.

“Apparently this one right here is Al’s daughter”

“I’ll take her off your hands and take it from here.

Mickey sits quietly next to you with raised brow, astonished. He looks at you and mouths ‘what the fuck’.

“Uhh Sarge, I don’t think-“ one hard look from Hank made him reconsider. “Okay. No problem”

“Uncuff her”

“Sure. Okay”

You watch silently as the officer stumbles a little with the keys and takes off your handcuff. You sigh as you rub your wrist in relief from its tight bounds.

“Let’s go” Hank gestures for you to get up with his fingers.

“Did you have anything with you before you got arrested?”

“Yeah my purse. It has my phone and wallet in it”

Hank turns to the police officer.

“Where’s her purse?”

“It’s confiscated in a storage location”

“Get someone to bring me her belongings and her arrest charges. I’ll be in my office”

“Yes Sarge”

He grabs you by the elbow, more gently than the cop did and . You both barely made it half way to wherever he planned on taking you when you start to protest.

“Hey! Wait a second! I’m not going anywhere with you” you yank your arm out of his grip.

You watch the way Hank clenches his jaw as he looks at you, losing his patience with your bratty attitude, but you don’t shy away from his stare.

“For once, be a good girl and do what I say. Al might tolerate your attitude but I surely won’t” Hank retorts, his eyes never leaving yours, a shiver going down your spine at his dark tone.

“Now move it, princess” you roll your eyes at the pet name and begrudgingly let Hank lead you with a hand on the small of your back.

Hank leads you up the stairs to the bullpen and into his office. Opening the door, he allows you to enter first before he does and closes the door behind him.

“Sit down” At his sharp tone, you oblige instantly with no arguement from you.

Besides your dad, Hank could be scary at times but you do have a tendency of pushing a little too far.

Hank not once takes his eyes off you, he stands in front of his desk. Hank leans back against it with arms cross against his chest.

“Does Al know where you are?”

“What do you think?”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve gotten yourself arrested. You going to graduate on Friday and this is how act? You could’ve ruin your chances for college education”

“Why does it matter to you?”

“Al told me you got accepted into NYU. You really want to ruin that by getting arrested for underage drinking?”

“Who are you to be getting after me? You’re not my dad”

“No I’m not. But I am someone who cares about you. I know you don’t like me, Y/n. You made that perfectly clear. But your Al’s daughter and my son’s friend. I protect my own and that includes you”

You and Hank don’t break eye contact. Both waiting for the other to break first.

“Sargent” someone knocks on the door before opening it and entering.

“Yeah” Hank switches his gaze away from you to the officer who just entered.

“Here’s her belonging and her case file you asked for” the officer hands hank a yellow folder and your purse.

“Is this all?”

“Yes sir”

“Thanks” the officer nods and leaves, closing the door once again.

Hank walks around his desk looking through the file before slamming it shut and throw it the trash making your eyes widen.

Did he really just throw away your arrest charges down the trash?

Hank drops down into his chair behind his desk, not taking his eyes off you. Almost challenging you to say something.

“Why?” Is you could ask.

“Consider this me offering you a truce”

“Truce? For what?”

“I want us to get along. And I’ll start by doing this”

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t think he would basically erase your arrest charges. If anything you thought he would use this to blackmail you or something.

“Are you going to tell my dad?”

He leans back in his chair, fingers interlacing across his mid-section as he considers you for a few moments before replying.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him”

Wow. You didn’t expect that. Hank just keeps surprising more and more. You assumed he would call your dad the second he saw you handcuffed in the police station.

“How much did you drink?”

“What?”

“You’ve been drinking haven’t you?”

“Yes”

“How much?”

“If you’re asking if I’m drunk. No I’m not. I only drank two or three cups but they weren’t strong. I was tipsy when the cops came. I got sober pretty fast when an officer roughly pushed me in the police car”

“Who?”

“Who what?”

“The officer. Who was the officer that arrested you?”

“I don’t know. He had a pornstache that you see only in bad pornos” you shrug.

Hank smirks amused at your answer.

“You still feel a little tipsy?”

“A little”

“Okay” suddenly Hank stands up from his chair and walks around his desk, grabbing your purse along the way and hands it to you, “let’s go”

“Wait what?” You were taken back. You stumble over yourself trying to stand up.

“Where we going?”

“To sober you up”

“I said I was a little tipsy”

“I don’t care. Let’s go” once again Hank places his hand in the small of your back to lead you out of his office. He turns off the light and closes the door, locking it.

You walk close behind him down the stairs. Hank stands on your right side, guiding you to the front entrance.

“Heading out for the night, Trudy”

“Alright. See ya in the morning”

Stepping outside, he leads you to his car. Walking to the passanger side, Hank opens the door and helps you before closing the door behind you once you sat down comfortably.

You reach for the seat belt buckling yourself up, you sit silently watching out the window with your purse on your lap.

The driver side door opens and Hank gets in. He takes a deep breath before shoving the keys in the keyhole and turn on the car.

The entire drive was in complete silence. You start to feel a little awkward being in close proximity with Hank. You never been alone with him before.

“Where we going?”

“There’s a diner close by that’s open 24/7”

“Why we going there?”

“You need something in your stomach other than whatever alcohol you were drinking”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I told you I protect my own and that includes you”

For the rest of the ride you kept your mouth shut. Arriving the diner, Hank gets out first, walking around the front of the car and opens the door, holding his hand out to help you down.

Such a gentlemen. Now you know where Justin gets it from.

Once the both of you enter the diner, you both get seated in a booth. Hank sitting across from you.

Looking around the place, it’s practically empty, reminding how late it must be. You have yet to check the time.

A woman in her late 30s maybe mid 40s walks towards your table, “Hello, my name is Rachel and I’ll be you waitress” she place down two menus infront of you and Hank.

“Before we start will the check be separate or together?”

“It’ll be sep-“

“Together” Hank cuts you off. Your brows raised as you look at him.

Not only did this man saved you from getting arrested, he’s also buying you food.

“Okay, want to start off with drinks?”

“You have sweet tea?”

“Mhmm we do”

“I’ll take that”

“I’ll get the same thing”

“Alright. You two ready to order or do you want time to look at the menu”

“We’ll take the cheeseburger with everything on both fries” Hank tells the waitress. She lets out a soft okay , writing it down. She grabs the two menus before leaving, letting you and Hank be alone once more.

“You’re buying me food too?”

“I’m a gentleman” he retorts making you shake your head with a laugh.

“Well now I know where Justin gets it from” you grin at him, you place your elbow on the table with your on the palm of your hand.

“Speaking of Justin, was he at the house party with you? You two always been thick as thieves for as long as I can remember”

“Will he get in trouble if I say he was?”

“Only for leaving you alone to get arrested”

“He didn’t leave me alone” you defend Justin, “we were separated with our different group of friends when the cops showed up. I was looking for him but Mickey stopped me and tried to get us out of the house but the cops caught us”

“The boy that was sitting next to you at the station?”

“Yeah”

“Here’s your drinks” the waitress comes back with two cups of sweet tea, “and your burger and fries” she places down two plates in front of you and Hank, “enjoy” she leaves.

“My dad told you about me going to NYU?” You mention, stuffing a couple of fries in your mouth, remembering Hank mentioning it back at the station.

“He did. He’s really proud of you. Had the biggest smile on his face when he told me”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. You knew how excited your dad was about you being accepted to one of the best colleges, you also knew how he didn’t like how you would be moving far away from home but he won’t voice it. He knows this could be big for you.

Your mom is whole another story. She’s been trying to change your mind from going since you gotten the letter.

“Same can’t be said about my mother” you mutter, taking a sip from your cup.

“Yeah Alvin told me about that too” Hank sighs, shifting in his seat.

“She’s unbearable. Did my dad tell you she blames him for me leaving?”

“She what?” His eyes widen, telling you your dad hasn’t said a word about it.

“Yep. This whole time I thought my dad was the problem but it turns out it’s my mom. Or both.” you shrug

“Is that why you sneaked out to go to a party?”

“Technically… I didn’t sneak out. My dad saw me leave… but he was drinking when I left but he wasn’t drunk” you tried to plead your case.

“Did you tell him you were going to a party?”

“No” you play with your straw.

“Did he see you leave in that” he points at your dress.

“No” you mutter in between sips.

“Then you were sneaking out. Did Justin park at the end of the street to pick you up?”

“That’s such a fucking cliche” you laugh, “he parked in front of my house. My dad saw him and even said hi”

You smile when Hank lets out laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Why are you being nice to me? I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you since the moment we met” you start to feel guilty.

Even when you started to hang out with Justin and Erin more, you would sometimes go over to their house. Hank for the most part would stay out of the way but he’s been nothing but kind and caring to you when you stayed over. Now you feel like a complete bitch.

You really let your mother’s words brainwash you into thinking Hank is the devil or something. But he’s far from it. At least with you.

You’re not naive, you know what Hank does in the dark where no one sees, but that’s doesn’t stop him from being gentle and caring to the people he holds dear to him.

You’re surprised one of them is you.

“I know your mom don’t like me. Al mentioned once or twice she argues a lot about me involving him in certain situations. I’m not denying they are true but-“

“It’s okay” you cut him off, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I’m not a kid anymore, I know what’s goes on around me. I know you and my dad -maybe your entire squad- do behind the scene. I know you’ve killed people. it doesn’t scare me”

“It should, sweetheart”

“But it doesn’t. You only do it cause you care. You don’t hurt innocent people. You just take justice in your own hands. You just do what others aren’t willing to do. I could respect that”

Hank hums, considering you for moment before speaking.

“You’re something else, you know that” he grins making you smile.

Finishing off your meals, Hank pays for both your meals. Once again being a gentleman, he walks you to the passenger side and opens the door for you to get in.

Hank slows down and parks in front of your house. You look out the window to see all the lights in the house are off, telling you everyone should be asleep by now. Giving you the chance to sneak in without being seen.

“Listen,” hearing Hank’s voice, your turn your to look at him, “I know you’re scared about moving away from home but do me a favor”

“What kind of favor?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Take care yourself in New York” he says softly and he genuinely means it by the way he looks at you.

“I will” you gently smile at him. Hank shifts in his seat and opens the center console, grabbing a card handing it to you.

“Here”

“What is it?”

“My business card. It has my office and my personal number. Don’t be afraid to call me if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Hank”

“Go inside. You should give Justin a call to let him know you’re alright. He’s probably worried about you.”

“I will” You smile before leaning over and giving him a small kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight, Hank”

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Take care.” You nod before getting out of his car. Hank softly smiles as he watches you round the car.

“Hey!” Hank calls for you, making you turn around. “don’t tell your dad you were with me”

“It’ll be our little secret” you wink. Hank shakes his head amusingly. He waits a little longer till you enter the house. The second the front door closes, he drives off.

(This took so long to write but I’m happy how it turned out. Please don’t be shy to let me know what you think. I love reading your comments.

Can anyone guess who the fire fighter reader is sleeping with? Anyone who guesses right gets a cookie🍪)

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