the nearness of u
chou tzuyu x fem reader ; fluff, smut
synopsis: tzuyu finds her girlfriend at her window and her night a little steamy
warnings: so sweet you’ll have a cavity ; soft smut! ; first time w tzu ; tzuyu receiving + reader giving ; my baby ; my LOVE ; fluffy aftercare ; just soft intimacy ngl ; not proofread
wc: 3.1k
a/n: NOT my best i didn’t proofread LOL enjoy tho!! It’s been a while since i’ve written smut, has it? I can't rememeber
tzuyu’s oblivious to the knocking at her window, her earbuds drowning out everything around her.
you let out a groan. the thought of someone spotting you outside the window and on the small roof makes you anxious. the trees give you some cover, but you can't shake the feeling that you might be seen, especially since you're some girl loitering outside a window, which could easily raise suspicions.
“c’mon chou, just turn to the right…” you mumble to yourself, pouting as you knock once more.
in a desperate attempt to catch her attention, you grab the phone in your pocket, then repeatedly turn the flash on and off until tzuyu’s head perks up.
her reaction is priceless.
she turns away from the book and paper on her desk, tzuyu's attention is suddenly drawn to you, your hand pressed flat against the glass as you bang against it once more. she practically jumps in her seat, her jaw dropping and brows furrowing in confusion and concern as she hurries over to the window.
tzuyu lets you inside, giving you space to climb in.
“what are you doing?” her voiced is hushed and she’s scolding you in a way, watching as you fix the jacket you have on and your loose hair.
you close the window behind you, then lock it.
“i need a reason to see my favorite girl?”
she looks at you unbelievably, “y/n, my parents are still home.” she looks worried now, head turning to glance at the door handle. “you could get caught and i could— no, we could be in serious trouble.”
“i’ll be on my best behavior, i promise. you said they were leaving tonight anyway.”
tzuyu sighs to herself and purses her lip. after seeing the apologetic smile on your face, she decides that she’s going to let you off the hook. she really can’t be mad at you, not when you’ve done all this to see her. it’s kind of very charming, adorable honestly.
she huffs and turns to look at the digital clock above her desk. “they’re leaving in ten minutes, so you better—“
“tzuyu honey! you still studying?”
tzuyu freezes, and so do you as soon as you hear the shout coming from downstairs. her dad’s voice rings throughout the house.
quickly, tzuyu pushes you towards her closet, nearly making you trip along the way. she looks at you with a serious expression, eyes drilling into yours while she keeps a hand on your shoulder.
she whispers in a rushed, cautious manner, “you need to be as quiet as you can, no sound at all. if you ruin this then we’re both—“
"relax, relax, i know," you whisper back, unable to contain the smile spreading across your face. "lips zipped–" you gesture with two fingers pressed against your lips, mimicking the action of zipping them shut. "--now."
she laughs at you like you’re an idiot (her idiot), then looks back at the closed door. quickly, comparable to the speed of a bullet train, she pecks your lips—then pushes you deeper in her closet and shuts the door. you nearly stumble over from how aggressively she shoved you, and the feeling of her lips on yours.
tzuyu fixes her hair, then rushes to sit down at her desk and get back into the position she was in before: eyes focused on the book, pencil in her hand, and earbuds in her ears.
less than a minute later, the door opens. tzuyu pretends to be surprised, turning toward her mom creeping in as she takes an earbud out.
“hey sweetie, studying?”
tzuyu nods. “yeah, were you and dad leaving?”
“mhm.” her mom hums, “your dad was calling you from downstairs, seemed like you didn’t hear.”
“oh, yeah, sorry.” she apologizes, rubbing her neck. “i was just finishing up this history assignment.”
“it’s alright honey, come down and say bye to your father and i.”
“yeah, of course. hold on.” tzuyu responds, watching her mom smile at her before heading out her room.
she steals a glance at the closet, hoping you caught the conversation through the door, before heading downstairs to bid farewell to her parents and tend to her dogs.
-
when tzuyu returns to her room thirty minutes later, she finds you sitting against her bed, scrolling through your phone. a blush spreads across her cheeks, she can't help but find you effortlessly cute in that moment.
as you notice the door opening, you look up at her and offer a warm smile. you're just sitting there in loose sweatpants and a cropped tee, your hair clipped up lazily. still, tzuyu can’t get enough of you.
“welcome back!” you beam, getting up from your spot.
tzuyu rolls her eyes at you playfully before you approach and wrap her in a hug, your arms encircling her neck. you pull back slightly, noses almost touching, and the two of you simply sit there, basking in each other's presence. then, you turn your head and press a gentle kiss against her lips, mumbling against them when you part away.
“you look really hot, by the way.”
tzuyu giggles softly, trying to ignore how bad she wants you right now, then playfully mumbles, "shut up," before leaning in to kiss you once more. her hands find their place on your waist, fingers gently grazing against the skin revealed by your cropped tee, wanting to go further.
the two of you continue to kiss for a while, savoring the intimacy between you. it's something you've always cherished – just the two of you lost in the moment of kissing. whether it's in the girls' bathroom during free periods, in empty classrooms, or your car – literally wherever you find yourselves, the two of you share kisses as if each moment is going to be stripped away from you.
as you deepen the kiss, tzuyu groans, trying to compose herself while you play with her hair and rub your body up against her dangerously close.
you pull away, then hold her face in your hands. “so, what’s the plan for tonight?”
“if someone had texted me that they would be at my window, maybe i’d have one. but im stumped, what do you want to do?”
you take one hand off her face, then use your pointer to tap at your chin. “hmmmm…”
tzuyu chuckles, then quickly steals a kiss from you.
you pout when she pulls away, she giggles again.
your girlfriend's face lights up suddenly. “do you want to watch a movie? what’s that one movie you were rambling about–”
“ten things i hate about you! oh my god, baby we have to, please it’s so adorable.” you plead, looking at her with puppy eyes.
“okay, okay. let me put my stuff away and shower.”
smiling warmly, you gently push tzuyu's hair behind both ears, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks at the sight of her ears sticking out a little more. you then kiss her deeply and nod in agreement, stealing a few more pecks to her face before she heads off to the bathroom.
-
tzuyu finishes showering and sits in her bed, scrolling to find the movie you wanted to watch.
momentarily distracted from her search, tzuyu's attention is captured by the sight of you standing in front of her mirror, concentrating on putting her little butterfly clips in your hair. a smile spreads across her face as she admires you, enjoying the view from the comfort of her bed.
then you turn to her with a toothy smile. “do these look good on me?”
“you look cute.” tzuyu shyly responds, making you laugh.
“not as cute as you.”
“you’re so corny.”
"you're literally in love with me though, so does it matter?" you retort playfully, earning another roll of tzuyu's eyes.
looking into the mirror again, you're struck with an idea. you turn to tzuyu, taking a few steps to the bed and grabbing her hand, pulling her up gently and guiding her in front of the mirror. with a cheeky smile, you take out the clips from your hair and settle tzuyu down on her chair before standing behind her and placing the clips in her hair. she simply lets you take charge, laughing as you work your magic.
“hold this, my hairs getting in the way.” you mumble, handing a clip to tzuyu. you pull your hair up and clip it again, then part her hair again. “also, why didn’t you just tell your parents i was coming over later, you didn’t have to shove me in the closet. we’re out, you know.”
tzuyu giggles at your little joke that you’ve thrown in, then shrugs. “i was just freaking out in the moment. y/n, you showed up at my window, how did you even get up there?”
“don’t question it.”
“whatever.” tzuyu says, feeling you rake a hand through her hair. “besides, what would my parents think about their daughter and her girlfriend alone in their house, no adults in sight. they’ll probably think we’re like, y’know.”
you pause, looking at her through the mirror and quirking a brow. tzuyu widens her eyes a bit, feeling the rush of heat flooding her cheeks.
“are you implying–”
“no– wait–”
"no, you're definitely implying something," you cut her off, a smirk playing on your lips now. with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you spin the chair around, making tzuyu look up at you directly. "what would two girls be 'like, y'know-ing', tzuyu?" you mockingly repeat her words, teasing her further.
your girlfriend shrinks under you, and then her eyes betray her in the moment, looking down at your chest, and then the exposed skin, the curves of your lower torso.
“tzuyu, what are you thinking of? what would they think?”
“i– um,”
“oh my god, you’re adorable.” you sigh, smiling at her. “you think your parents are going to think we’re fucking, don’t you?”
she goes silent, trying to think of an excuse and make up a lie to cover the fact that yeah, she does think that; tzuyu wouldn’t be opposed to actually fucking you either, but she’s far too timid to initiate anything as intimate as that.
your girlfriend doesn’t want to admit the fact that there’s a little pulse in between her legs every time you two make out, too embarrassed to admit how easily you turn her on even if it's just kissing for minutes.
“oh my god, do you think of us fucking then?” you question, raising your brows. “you are, aren’t you?”
tzuyu can barely conjure words, far too embarrassed to and also really horny after hearing the tone of your voice change into a teasing one. she can only nod at your response, tearing her eyes away from you.
"baby, tell me," you begin, enjoying watching her squirm a little. with a pitiful look, you kneel down, meeting her gaze as she looks down at you, biting her lip nervously. your hand gently rubs her thigh, adding to the tension. “do you want to watch that movie or do you want to do something else? what’s on your mind?”
there’s a moisture forming in between tzuyu’s legs when you talk to her like that, when you look at her like that, when you touch her like that.
“i– um, baby, please…”
“please what tzu? you know what, why don’t you tell me on the bed. sit down over there for me will you?”
“y-yeah.” tzuyu chokes out.
now she’s on the bed, looking at you desperately, eagerly. she’s adorable.
you shift yourself onto the bed, placing both hands beside tzuyu as you draw closer, your lips inching toward each other. she’s the first to give in, craning her head forward to kiss you.
a hand reaches out to cup tzuyu's cheek as you begin to straddle her, settling both legs beside her. she sighs into you as you deepen the kiss, your tongues dancing together. the ache between her legs becomes unbearable the more you touch her; your hands slide under her tank top and pinch at her skin, earning sounds much more pleasurable than a simple groan.
when you two part, you slide down her body.
first, you leave delicate kisses along tzuyu's neck, savoring each spot that elicits a reaction from her. you take your time, enjoying the sensations of her responses as you explore her, grow accustomed to her. then you’re sliding her shirt off eagerly, thankful that there’s nothing to cover her chest.
she feels your thumb sliding over her nipple, throwing her head back against the headboard when you do so.
“y/n, ah- keep going, please.”
you press a kiss just under her boob, then suck lightly to leave a slight mark. “of course baby.”
kissing down her body, you meet her shorts, sliding them off immediately with your eager fingers. the next – and last – article of clothing is her underwear. before you slip it off, you look at tzuyu, her brows scrunched and lips parted. you silently ask for approval with a tilt of your head, the small gesture managing to convey a “is this okay?” which earns a nod from tzuyu, a silent way for her to respond, “please.”
in seconds it’s just you and her. her eyes look down at you desperately, anticipating your next move, begging for you to do something about her throbbing cunt.
tzuyu doesn’t need to ask for you, you seem to read her mind.
a chaste kiss is pressed to her pussy before you lick up her folds, earning a high-pitched whine from her. then you latch your lips onto her cunt, slowly finding what makes her hand tug at your hair harder, which spot she pushes you deeper into, and what pace earns better reactions.
she likes it when your tongue goes flat against her and right after when you swirl your tongue around her clit teasingly before sucking harshly – that’s what makes her moan the loudest, what earns a stronger grip in your hair.
and so you alternate between your tongue teasing the lips of her pussy, barging in so her walls feel your overwhelming touch, and stimulating her clit. all of it leaves her breathy, craving for more until she’s at the edge.
tzuyu ‘s moans get higher pitched, needier, and god, the mantra of your name encourages you to leave her weak. you look up a few times to make eye contact with her or see her with closed eyes and her bottom lip desperately trapped under her teeth.you can't help but marvel at her beauty, feeling that she's everything and more to you.
“y-y/n–”
she tries to gulp down a loud moan, instead failing and you hear her practically scream your name out. her hips jerk uncontrollably as she finally reaches her high, choked-out variations of your name filling the room as her arousal lands on your tastebuds. you don’t waste time with her, savoring her climax and helping her come down from her high. she’s sweet, you could get used to this.
tzuyu gazes down at you, her nails digging into the skin of your shoulder, leaving behind marks that would linger for a while. despite her trembling, your thumb continues to rub soothingly against her skin, offering comfort and reassurance. you treat her with tender care, paying careful attention to every aspect of her being, indulging in every sense and sensation.
“shhh, shhh baby,” you mumble against her inner thigh right before placing a kiss. crawling back up to meet her, you wipe a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “are you okay?”
“yeah, god, more than okay.” tzuyu breaths out, meeting your lips lazily. “so good.” she sighs.
“good, you did so good baby. so adorable.” you look at her with a proud smile, admiring the flush of her cheeks and the hair sticking to her forehead. “let’s get you cleaned up?”
she shakes her head before placing a hand on your cheek. “kiss me a little more.”
you giggle at her eagerness. “anything for you.”
-
both of you lay beside each other, breathing heavily, each trying to catch the other's breaths in the aftermath of it all. tzuyu leans against you, hiding her face in the crook of your neck as her bare body tangles with yours.
she mumbles against you, “did you still want to watch that movie?”
you can only giggle before kissing the top of her head. “no, i’m tired. i know you are too.” you respond, hearing the drowsiness in her voice, a product of your intimacy.
“yeah, a little.”
“i know.”
…
“y/n, are you okay?”
“i’m great, what about you baby?”
“even better.” she mutters, brushing her fingers against your ribs. “did you like it? i did.”
“i loved it.”
“me too.”
“me too.”
…
you let the silence envelop you for a moment, allowing the quiet to settle between the two of you, your breaths filling the air with a sense of calm. there's no awkwardness, just a deep comfort in each other's presence after everything.
“i love you tzuyu, so much.”
“i love you too.”
you wait until she falls asleep first, waiting for her breaths to slow and stay at a steady pace before you let your eyes shut. she’s asleep, but still manages to slip herself closer to you, groaning lazily against your neck.
you might melt.
-
the next morning, you find yourself lying on your stomach, head tilted to the side as you process the sunlight hitting your eyes. you let out a groan, feeling a trickle of drool slipping from the corner of your lip.
you feel the bed shift slightly as someone sits on the edge of it, and then a comforting hand begins to run through your hair, gently soothing you awake.
tzuyu.
“awake yet?”
“five… minutes…?” you ask, barely registering her voice. you hear a faint giggle, and then feel a press to your forehead.
“alright.”
your girlfriend sits down beside you, gently moving your head so that it rests on her lap. she continues to massage your head, the soothing touch lulling you into an even drowsier state.
tzuyu lets you doze off for a while longer, simply appreciating the moment after a long night. you're now wearing one of her shirts, one she put on you while you were still asleep, and it makes her grin wider, dimples and all.
“breakfast can wait, i guess.” tzuyu mumbles quietly, letting you sleep in for a few more minutes. “sleepyhead.”
she smiles; there’s nothing wrong with admiring her girlfriend – or the dark mark on her neck for a while more anyway.
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i was wondering if we could have an argument or really angsty fanfic kind of i nEED to be hurt lolll
Keeping up with the Bhangs
Not the angstiest them all but yeah.
Warning: Angst, fighting, broken arm
Summary: Chan is a billionaire who can’t seem to stop demanding so much from his wife.
Pairing: Chan x reader.
**
"Chan I'm so mad at you," she exclaimed as she walked out their bathroom. It was as big as 4 bathrooms combined but better and more expensive.
She made her way into their walk in closet where Chan continued to put on his tie obviously not bothered by Y/n's rant.
"Baby, can we not do this right now? I have work right now," he put on his shoes and grabbed the jacket that Y/n had neatly ironed for him.
This annoyed her so much because why was he being so dismissive about the situation. He had always listened to her.
"But Chan, you can't just expect me to drop everything I have to come with you later," she crossed her arms together and glared at him as he walked up and down their room now trying to get everything together for the day.
Yes, even tho he was the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world he still chose to be in time for work so he could be able to set an example.
"Christopher? Are you even listening to me?"
The tension in the room was high.
"I'm not Y/n!" He snapped turning to look at her, "I have work, I have meeting, I have things to do! You having to put on a pretty dress and smiling for one of the biggest events of the year shouldn't have to make me hustle like this. So please," he rubbed his temples and grabbed his phone from the table stand.
His phone was blowing up. Probably all calls from the office or his assistant. God, his assistant. The thought of her made Y/n skin crawl. Anger was slowly fueling her outburst.
"Chan you know Joon-Ho has soccer all day and you already told me to go to it without you. Then Ji has a play. You want me to drive back home get dressed for a night out?"
The kids were downstairs watching tv while getting ready for their day. Their usual routine set by Y/n who chose to be THAT kind on mum. You know? The pretty, laid back, almond mum? It was working great for the kids.
"God! Why do you have to be so difficult. Fine. I'll just go with my assistant," he didn’t mean it but he was so angry he couldn’t hold back. He knew how much Y/n hated his assistant. How much she got jealous whenever she was around.
She frowns and the anger she initially felt, slowly melted. She couldn’t speak. She was hurt by his words.
"Chan that's not what I mean-"
"Then what? What do you possibly want from me?" He growled, "this conversation is over."
He grabbed his laptop bag and left her to stand there alone. The rising sun sending sun rays through their big windows. Her body slowly shock as each sob left her mouth.
This wasn't there first argument. They had argued the night before about the same thing but this time Chan was really laying it on her.
Chan always tried to understand her. He always listened but recently the more his business became successful the more rough and snappy he became and it wasn't helping her at all because having 3 children and one on the way was heavy.
Yes they had nanny's, yes they had drivers, yes they had maids but she didn't like to bother them. She liked doing things by herself because at the end of the they were her kids. She didn't know what evil intentions these workers had against her or her babies.
**
"Mama!" The voice of her littlest rung through her ear. Her scream making her body completely go numb.
"Soo-min? Babygirl? What happened?!" She gasped finding the little one on the ground holding her wrist.
"Mama!" She cried and jumped into her arms seeking comfort from Y/n.
"Soo-min, you have to tell mama what's wrong," Y/n panicked. How could she be so blind. She turned her back for one second.
"Mama it hurts!" She screamed once again in agony as she still held onto her wrist. Y/n's heart skipping so many beats.
It was only 10 minutes till end of the game. Why did this have to happen to her? Her brain was trying to process the situation. Trying to figure out what to do. The nanny was quick to be by her side trying to help in any possible way.
"Let mama see princess," she begged her little one, "did you fall down?" She questioned the crying girl.
"Mummy, can I go with the girls before the the play?" Ji-Yeon, their middle child, asked her.
"Not right now Ji, your sister’s hand is hurt-" she was shitting it down but a tantrum began. She couldn’t handle everything that was going on at once.
"But mum! You never let me go play! I wish daddy was here instead of you!" This stung. This hurt Y/n. This made her feel like the worst person in the world. Her husband hated her, she couldn't take care of her kids and they hated her. Her mental breakdown was slowly building up.
"Can you behave right now? I can't deal with you bratty attitude right now,"
"I hate you!" She barked back.
"Ji-Yeon. Do not try to tempt me right now or so help me God. Go sit over there and keep quiet or you're grounded."
Although she was in the middle of a tantrum the girl was scared, so scared she got up and made her way to the table where she continued to sulk.
"Soo-min, let mama see okay?" The little girl handed her mum the little hand. Her hand was so tiny that Chan loved to call it a baby paw because of the shape in made when it was in a fist.
Her wrist didn't look okay, it looked broken and that only made Y/n's anxiety grow larger but she kept her cool and continued to carry the little one to the nanny.
"Take her to the car right now, I'll get the rest of the kids. I think she broke her wrist. Please inform Chan to meet us at the hospital," the nanny agreed and slowly carried the crying girl.
Y/n rushed over to the coach and teacher to apologize for her abrupt leave. She explained to them the situation and told them that their other driver and nanny would be there to pick up her oldest son. She made sure security was with him before kissing him goodbye as he continued to play on with his game.
**
It was 6:30 when Chan run through the door. He was panicking and his tie was loosened around his neck.
"Is she okay? What happened?" His breathing was quick but his body relaxed once he saw his wife.
"How could you let this happen Y/n?" He barked at her.
"I was just trying to collect everything so-"
"She's a kid! A 4 year old. You guys should be paying close attention to her. Where's the nanny? Tell her she's fired, I can't believe you right now,"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Who takes care of the kids on a daily? Me! Who goes for all their shows and their sports events? Me! Who's there to pick up the pieces whenever you leave home? Me! So don't you dare come in here and say it's my fault Chan," hot tears poured from her eyes and she glared at him. He was taken back. Everyone in the room was.
“I’m not saying it’s your fault…” he looked at the floor. Regret was eating him alive.
"I want a divorce Chan." Chan didn't allow her to even get the chance to walk away before he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the private hospital lounge. He wasn't going to have this conversation out there where nurses and doctors were watching.
Just like the kpop world worked, the Korean business world worked the same. Dispatch and everyone was ready for the biggest millionaires to crash and fall. Everyone was waiting for the latest scandal or drama and this was not going to look good for him.
"What do you mean you want a divorce?" He asked in disbelief. Her brain felt foggy and she felt exhausted.
"Chan, we're always fighting. You treat me like shit. You barely listen to me. You think I'm some baby making machine. All you care about is our image!" She exclaimed gasping for air, "I wish you never became rich, I want the old you back,"
His hands wrapped around her instantly. No hesitation. Her scent filled his nostrils and his body automatically relaxed. De ja vu was hitting him hard.
"I'm sorry," was all he could say. "Let me fix this, please my love?"
"C-Chan I can't. I can't do this anymore," she cried harder. A panic attack slowly passing by.
"Shhh, hey? Look at me. We're okay. I will fix this. I love you so much." He whispered while leaving kisses on her forehead.
"Can we finish up from the hospital and talk at home? Please my love,"
"Fine," she sighed, "but I'll go use the bathroom to wash up."
So she did, she washed her face and made her way to their daughters room where she found Chan goofing around with Soo-min. The poor little girl was so intrigued by her father that she forgot all about the bandaid they were wrapping her up with.
"Mum, are we still going to my play?" She asked softly. Y/n had totally forgot. How could she forget?
"Yes my love, let me talk to your dad really quickly, go get your bag," she giggled and quickly grabbed her bag, "can we stop by Yoona's house mama?"
"Yes princess, we can but only if you behave," the little girl smiled and quickly sat in the chair waiting for her mum to finish having a conversation with her dad.
"Chan, I have to take Ji-Yeon for her play, I totally forgot. Can you finish up here? I'll meet you at the house in like 2 hours,"
"Yeah sure, are you sure you wanna go for the play? You don't look too good love, I can go instead..."
"'No, I've got it. Once your finished up here, I called the chef to cook her some soup. Just feed it to her and then put her to sleep," she instructed Chan, "also make sure when you warm her bottle it's room temperature, she doesn't like it too hot or too cold. Also when you put her in bed you have to cuddle her Chan only for 5 minutes and she'll be out like a light."
Chan admired her as she wrote down the instructions down on the paper. Watching her be so controlling and being such a good mother was low key turning him on.
"Babe, we will be okay. I've done this before-"
"Yeah like 3 years ago before you became mr boss man," she teased her and quickly gave Soo-min a kiss on the cheek.
"Mummy loves you princess, I'll see you in a bit," the little girl waved at her mum and continued to admire the pink plaster that wrapped around her hand.
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For Travis
One of the kids being mischievous like Dad and getting their head stuck in the railing or cutting their hair or sneaking out of bed to go downstairs
You woke to the sound of a crash downstairs. You shot up in bed, looking over at your husband who was still dead asleep, his mouth hanging open as he snored.
"Travis." You poked him the bicep but he didn't move.
"Travis, wake up." This time you slapped him across the chest, startling him awake. "What? What's happening?"
"I heard something downstairs. What if someone broke in? Can you please go check?" Your stomach was in knots at the thought of a stranger in your house.
Travis rubbed your arm, reassuring you. "Baby, we have the most expensive alarm system we could get. We would have known immediately if someone opened a door or a window. Its probably just one of the dogs getting into the trash can." He rolled over on his side, trying to go back to sleep.
You held your breath, listening intently. Suddenly you heard another loud thump, followed by a metal clanging. This time Travis wasn't so convinced it was one of the pups. "I'm gonna go downstairs and see what's going on. You stay here." He grabbed an aluminum bat he hid under the bed for moments like this.
"Travis, what do you need a bat for? You're 6'5", do you really think the robber is going to be bigger than you?"
"This is just for the element of surprise. I'll sneak up on him, hit him in the kneecaps and then tackle him." He slowly made his way out of the bedroom, taking the stairs quietly.
You were a bundle of nerves after a few seconds, and decided to get up and follow your husband downstairs. You snuck up behind him, making him jump.
"Baby, I almost hit you with this bat!" He whispered, "stay close".
You both heard a commotion in the kitchen, the sound growing louder as you got closer. Travis rushed into the kitchen, flipping the overhead light on. Savannah screamed out when the lights turned on, making her drop the box of cookies she had in her hands.
The only burglars in the house were the kids. Alex was eating a slice of cold pizza, while the girls were helping themselves to a handful of Oreos.
"What are you guys doing down here?"
"I couldn't sleep, and my tummy was rumbling, so we came downstairs." Alex explained, shrugging like it was no big deal that he was up in the middle of a school night.
"I want everyone up in bed right now." You put your hands on your hips as you watched the kids sulk back upstairs to their rooms. You turned back around to Travis, rolling your eyes when you noticed him stuff a couple of cookies in his mouth. "Seriously?"
He shrugged, his mouth full. "I was kinda hungry too."
"C'mon lets go to bed. We both have to be up early too." Travis followed behind you, his hands on your lower back.
"Wait." you stopped in your tracks. "Bring the box of cookies with you."
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Fight club
Genre: enemies-to-lovers, brother's best friend!au, angst, fluff, crack, suggestive
Word count: 3.4k
Pairing: boxing-manager!Wooyoung x fem!reader
Warnings: mentions and a few descriptions of fights, fighting settings, mentions of blood, hits, rude people, swear words, mentions of making out, pet names, kisses, allusions to some lines from the actual movie Fight Club and to Bouncy lyrics, possible grammar mistakes
Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @cromerteez, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @heesnovia
Networks: @cromernet 🤍
The white, wadded clouds were threatening to cover the ground in sad tears of rain as you were wandering around the strange city you were in, all because of his love for traveling. Your car's engine decided to give up in the middle of the street and there you were, looking for anything that would serve as a roof under your head for the night, until he gave you a sign. Suddenly, your eyes started to beam as you saw a rundown ‘Mtel’ sign, written in red neon lights (one letter obviously missing), one that happened to have a car service on the first floor. You ran there as fast as you could, fearing that it was gonna close or something; and as soon as you got in front of it, you started to wonder if you were in the right place. Two guys were trying to make their parrot talk or something, a few french keys and other tools scattered around the floor as they seemed to be occupied with their pet.
"Uhm… hello?" you dared to talk and get their attention, having two pairs of eyes analyzing you. "My car broke down… and you seem to work with these things so… mind helping me?"
The look they gave each other really had you confused—they were almost surprised with your request.
"Okay, I see how it i—"
"No! We can help, of course. We just… wondered how many other cars we have to repair, you know?" The taller one said, not-so-gently nudging the other one as if he wanted him to support his words.
The younger one jumped a little, smiling weakly as he nodded. "We got it!"
You still couldn't figure if they were honest or not, but you just went with it and let them handle your car as you went to the receptionist to book a room.
The morning came with fast steps as you woke up due to some noisy sounds from outside, disturbing your already not-so-great sleep. You yawned and looked outside the window, seeing how the two mysterious guys were carrying things in their garage. They were getting more and more suspicious, so you grabbed your jacket and went downstairs to see the process. Your car seemed to be intact, they actually put some effort into changing the color of it too into a matte one, which you weren't opposing to at all.
"Is it done yet?"
They looked at you, both trying to cover the car as much as they could as you were approaching it.
"No! Don't touch it! Go eat and then you can come see it." the one with the purple highlights said once again. "Oh, and we're Jongho and Yunho, by the way." He said, a gummy smile taking over his face as you nodded softly and introduced yourself.
As soon as you left the room, they sighed.
"We're screwed. We are supposed to be undercover policemen, not mechanical engineers!" Jongho scolded Yunho, as the oldest sighed softly.
"Then go and tell her this! I actually think we even did a great job… Even our parrot agrees."
"We'll see about that. And let’s hope she doesn’t call the police on us!"
Said and done. You came from the little diner, looking at your now covered car. It seemed promising.
"Tadaaaaa! Here is your car, fresh and new." Yunho said, taking the sheet off of your shiny car.
"Thank you so much guys! Money won't thank you enough for that." you went and excitedly opened the car's door, only for something heavy to drag you down slowly—it was the car's door.
"...I guess no money for us," Jongho said, head down in shame as he couldn't look you in the eyes. "I told you, stupid."
You were still in shock as the door was now standing on the ground, looking at the two boys. "Mind telling me what’s this about?"
"This… is not our job, Y/n, we're sorry for lying to you." Yunho said, trying to reach for you but you went outside, leaving them to wallow in self pity.
This was all because of your stupid companion, one that wasn’t even accompanying you right now, when you needed him the most. You threw your hair back in frustration, going around the busy streets you didn’t even know. It kept getting darker, and the few houses you saw were not giving you any comfort. You were in trouble, in a run down neighborhood you wouldn't even dream of. A blue-haired guy showed up at some point, and as crazy as you must have looked, you followed him into an alley. When you saw him suspiciously entering a back door; you rushed inside just before it could close. The inside was lit by some yellow lights and you swore you could hear loud cheers coming from the basement. You went to the first door you saw and opened it, forgetting about the personal space for just a while, until you saw a long-haired brunette surrounded by money. Oh, and having a rolled-up bill between his teeth. If you weren't in need of help, you would exit the door as fast as you entered it. Feeling that someone was staring at him, he looked in your direction and raised an eyebrow when he saw your unfamiliar face, putting the money in the bag and hiding it under his desk as fast as he could.
"Robbery?" he asked, eyes continuously on the money bag you were amazed of.
"Listen, dude. I'm lost in this hell of a district, my car is screwed by two liars and I just want to find a way back and go home. My last intention is to rob you."
He wore an unfazed look on his face, almost like he didn't understand a thing of what you said; he was getting on your nerves more.
"Also, what kind of people ask someone if they are gonna rob them? And how the fuck do you have so much money?"
He smirked as soon as you mentioned the money—if you looked close enough, you could almost see the dollar signs in his eyes.
"If you wanna know how, I can show you right now. Follow me."
What did you have to lose? You were already lost in your thoughts, you didn't have the energy to say no—so you followed him. As soon as you got inside the room, you noticed the pleasing decorum, but also the fighting ring in the middle of it. And after you took some time to look around and take in the new surrounding, your eyes met his.
"Sa—"
Before you could even finish anything, he was on the floor, mouth full of blood as your eyes widened, wondering what the fuck he was doing there—the one who made you get lost, the one who brought you there. Before you could speak again, you saw the money guy hurry in San's direction, as he got seated on a chair, an exhausted and hurt look on his face.
"What the fuck got you that distracted? You literally let him hit you!"
"Wooyoung… her… protect her…" he raised his hand weakly, finger pointing to you.
"Ha? Her? You know the mysterious I got lost girl?"
"That girl is my sister, Wooyoung!"
Oh.
"Shhh, calm down. Don't waste your energy. C'mon, drink a bit of water, and go back on the ring." he said, splashing half of the water bottle on your brother's face while trying to look unaffected. I didn't sign up for this, he thought, though there was nothing he could have done—they really needed the money.
The cheers only got louder when San returned to the ring, while you tried to make your way in the crowd, squinting your eyes to see something between the pink hair strands of a tall man in front of you.
"You stole my place." you turned back to face a built man, anger visible on his face as you blocked his view—and stole his place.
Words got stuck in your throat as you swallowed the lump inside of it, anger getting over your senses. "What did you just say?"
"I said that you stole my place and that I expect you to go back!" he raised his voice more and your eyes shut together, your fist ready to throw a punch, before you felt a strong arm dragging you behind them—the brunette again.
“She’s with me." he growled, dragging you next to him as you were worriedly looking at your brother. "You're going to have to win double the amount of money for this, San." he mumbled.
Another hit on the ring and he was completely out of it, the three seconds passing and the bells letting the public know who the winner was—and much to his friend's disappointment, it wasn't San.
"No way. No way this is happening. He lost because of you!" he pointed at you, hitting his chair with his foot until it fell down.
You were already overwhelmed by everything you witnessed, tears beaming at the corners of your eyes as your brother came to the two of you.
"Stop trying to control everything and just let go. Let go, Wooyoung! For once!" he said, tiredness audible in his voice as his breath was hitched and slow.
"That's my job, San. And you were supposed to help me, help us." All Wooyoung could do after this was frown, before he left the building to go get some air.
You looked at your brother and dragged him somewhere far from the looks of the curious ones, hitting his chest slightly.
"What the fuck are you doing here, San? Is this the traveling you loved? Is that what our parents would have wanted you to become?"
He looked down, avoiding your stare as he couldn't look at you.
"Why didn't you tell me you needed money?! I would have gotten a job to help you!"
That's when his eyes met yours, finally hearing his voice in the two days you've been separated.
"The first rule of Fight Club…" he started, his gaze becoming stern: "… is you don’t talk about Fight Club.”
He genuinely annoyed you.
"And what are you doing here in the first place?"
"I was trying to find a way to cope with everything that happened after my brother left me so he could go fight some random people."
Auch. That hurt worse than a kick, he sighed.
"I'm sorry, Y/n… C'mon, you can stay with me from now on."
You didn't want to give in, you couldn’t imagine yourself having to stand Wooyoung's tantrums, yet it was better than wandering alone in an unknown city—so, you did what you thought was right and listened to your brother. And maybe staying so much with him (and his friend you won't talk about), watching his matches, that might have opened new horizons for you. You were now having dinner with them, clearing your voice before letting it be heard.
"You know… I wanna join the Fight Club too." you said softly, waiting for any sort of reaction from them; and there were two different ones—Wooyoung's eyes lit up immediately as he saw more money coming his way, whilst San was looking terrified.
"No."
"Yes!"
They said in unison, glaring at each other.
"I'm not letting her join this, it's dangerous, Woo!"
Wooyoung seemed to absolutely ignore the boy as he smiled at you, the first time you have seen him smiling outside of matches San won.
"I will help you become the best fighter out here. We're starting tomorrow!"
All you could do was smile excitedly as San face-palmed himself.
Said and done. You were already one month into practicing, and Wooyoung kept on finding matches for you, the next one being in two days. You were inside the little space he claimed as your training room, punching the innocent punching bag as you heard the door behind you. You thought it was Wooyoung and smirked, turning to face him and kicking, only for your fist to stop right in front of your brother's face.
"Oh… hey San." you smiled innocently whilst all he could do was sigh.
"If you don't get along with Wooyoung, why do you keep on doing this? I didn't even agree!"
You looked at him, deciding to ignore the judging look he threw your way. "I think I am capable of making my own decisions and I sure as hell don’t need my brother to make them for me."
"Do you think our parents would be proud that their daughter chose this path?"
This time, you snapped.
"Maybe you should have thought about this before choosing it first. You are my only role model, San, what do you expect from me?"
"I'm sorry, babes. If that's what you really want… I promise I will support you. But please take care." he said, arm wrapping around your waist as he dragged you into a hug. You hugged him back, the nice feeling of longing surrounding you—before a fake cough snapped you out of it.
"Sorry to interrupt your brother-sister moment, but you're distracting her."
"So now I can't spend time with my sister?"
"Not when she has a match coming. Also, she's getting as good as you. I won the lottery with you, guys."
You smiled at his praise, though he seemed to have something else in mind.
"I didn't like you at first, you know?" he said, looking directly into your eyes.
"I know, it was mutual." you said, a cheeky grin taking over your face as you waited for his response.
"Don't get too excited, I still don't like you. But I like the money you bring." he winked, watching as San's eyes darkened.
"Wooyoung," he growled, "if you think I'd let you talk to my sister like this, you're wrong. We're not your fucking bank!"
Wooyoung flinched a bit at his friend's words, pulling his glasses on his nose and trying to act unaffected when, in fact, he wasn't. Since you joined, he found himself thinking if he was doing the right thing, if you two thought he used you for money—which San kinda confirmed; but he couldn't let these emotions take over him, so he did what he thought was best—left.
He left and you two didn't see him again. Match time was right there and he was nowhere to be seen; and as much as you wanted to lie and act indifferent about it, you kinda missed his antics, his nag, perhaps you missed him. This was maybe, the reason why as soon as you stepped into the ring, you started to have an uneasy feeling. He wasn't there to support you, to hype you up, and it left you with a bitter taste. Despite this feeling, you still tried your best. Tried to avoid your rival's hits, tried hitting more, and you actually thought you were gonna win. That was until you spotted the pair of ebony-like eyes you waited for, being the last thing you saw before everything turned black.
That wasn't the sight Wooyoung expected to be welcomed with. He forgot about the two police officers behind him, running straight to the ring and following San who jumped inside immediately.
"Stop hitting her! Stop fucking hitting, she passed out!" he shouted, shoving the person off you, just to discover it was exactly the reason why the cops were there.
"Yunho, Jongho, it's him!"
Before he could do anything, San pushed both of them and took you in his arms, running to the infirmary as fast as he could. Yunho and Jongho were fast to catch the guy before he could run away, whilst Wooyoung was quick to follow San, who let you on the bed while waiting for the nurse.
"San!" he said, catching his breath as the eyes of the older one sent ice arrows down his spine.
"Don't you dare get closer to us! She was your responsibility Wooyoung, you were supposed to take care of her!" he said, hands on Wooyoung's shirt as he shaked the younger.
"I know San, I fucking know I fucked up! But her rival… he was following you San, I had to let Jongho and Yunho know that you were in danger… I wanted to protect you two…"
"I don't care about myself, Wooyoung. I only care about her and you failed. You failed us and our trust as well."
Maybe it took some harsh words for Wooyoung to realise that he put you in danger, and that he actually cared about you. About his friend, and unexpectedly, about his friend's sister as well.
"San… I'm sorry, please give me one more chance! I'll be more careful and—"
"She's out of this, Wooyoung. We are out of your damn Fight Club."
Wooyoung looked down, tears beaming at the corners of his eyes as he couldn't blame you. He just wanted to get closer with you, heck, he might have been attracted to you all this time—yet look where ignoring his emotions took him.
"You have my number if you change your mind, San."
And with this, he turned in the opposite direction, preparing to leave again. He wanted to be there when you wake up, he was aware that he distracted you when he came in way too late to your match. He wanted to hold your hand and start being there for you, but San was right. He didn't deserve none of you. His wish for money made him realise what he was truly lacking—love.
"San," you whispered, your weak voice being heard by both boys in the room: "San, you were too harsh… He wanted to protect you…"
Wooyoung's heart swelled a bit at your words, ignoring San's warning and sitting on the bed next to you. Right when your brother wanted to tell him to leave, his best friend was faster.
"I'm sorry I was late to your match, Y/n. I wish I was there for you."
"It's okay, Wooyoung. I wish I did better."
"No, Y/n! I'm proud of you nonetheless. You two are already the best for me."
Seeing Wooyoung hug you made San's anger dissipate into the void, joining as one hand caressed your hair and the other one patted his friend's back softly.
Your bond became even stronger after that day. While you met their friends (the ones who screwed your car) and realised how nice they actually were, your feelings for Wooyoung also grew stronger. You thought it was the same for him. The way his hand would softly brush yours, the random forehead and cheek kisses you were given, they had to mean something. And there you were now, plopped on a blanket as the night sky was shining above you.
"Isn't it pretty?" you asked him, looking at his flawless face and brushing his long hair with your fingers.
"It would have been even prettier if I watched it with my girlfriend."
Your heart remained still.
"Your girlfriend…? Do you have one?"
"Not yet, but I am about to. I know it's been quite of a long ride for us, but I'm deeply in love with you. And I know you feel the same, Yunho told me."
You looked at him flabbergasted, hands stopping on their track as he dragged you on top of him. You didn't know if you should be mad at Yunho, or glad that he eased the situation.
"Pfft, do you really believe Yunho? What if he lied?" you teased, grabbing his cheek softly as he looked at your lips.
"Well, let me figure it out." he said, before his soft lips met yours.
You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, smiling a bit when his nose brushed your own.
"Thank you for making me realise that love is more powerful than money, babe." he whispered, "I'm still going to be San's manager. And you are going to help me."
You nodded, pressing a kiss on his chin as you laid your head on his chest.
San's next match was going to be interesting. Ten minutes before it started, yet nor you or Wooyoung were anywhere to be found. He was searching for you with a water bottle in his hand, tank top tight on his chest as his muscles flexed under it.
"Wooyoung? Y/n? Where the fuck are you?"
As he stepped further into the darkened hallway, he heard your giggles and sighed—he was already growing tired of how big of a menace you were as a couple.
"For God's sake, can you stop making out and come watch me? I have a match to win!"
You and Wooyoung could only laugh harder as your brother sighed for the nth time that day, but it soon became a chorus of joyful giggles as he joined you two.
"We're coming!"
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Connor request where is dating hughes!reader
lake house summer | cb98
pairing: connor bedard x hughes!reader
summary: After dating Connor for about 8 months, you insist on him coming to the lake house with you for the Summer.
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y/nhughes Starting summer off right with my boys, and bestie. Just missing my boy @connorbedard <3
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jackhughes summa 😎😎
lukehughes put some clothes on 🤮🤮
y/nhughes someone drank their hateraid this morning 🙅♀️🙅♀️
yourbestfriend I love you so much <3 can't wait to meet Connor!
y/nhughes I love you too! and your gonna love him he's amazing!
lukehughes hold up your little 'boyfriend' is coming to the lake house?
jackhughes what. he. said.
y/nhughes yeah? Quinny said it was okay...
quinnhughes that I did.
lukehughes 😮😮
connorbedard You are absolutely stunning baby, I love you! Can't wait to see you in a few days 🩷🩷
y/hughes Aww baby, I love you too, can't wait for you to get here!
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As you all sat in the living room watching movies and playing games you heard a knock at the door. you practically jumped from couch as you ran to the door.
You opened the door smiling at your boyfriend as he dropped his bag pulling you into his arms.
He placed a kiss to your head before you pulled back, leaning up to kiss him, "God, I missed you!"
"I missed you too," He smiled, you stepped back. He grabbed his bag.
"You can put your bag in my room," You said as you took his hand leading him up the stairs to your room.
He placed his bag by the window smiling.
"Were gonna grill tonight, and maybe go out on the boat," You smiled walking over to hug your boyfriend once again, you just needed him near.
"alright, I'll throw on some swim trunks," He smiled," Meet you downstairs?"
"One kiss first? please?" You said looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Well, how can I say no to that pretty face," He smiled leaning down kissing you.
You smiled into the kiss, "Meet you downstairs."
You turned on your heel heading to the door, shutting it behind you. Your brothers now, joined everyone on the couch, grocery bags littering the counter space.
"You guys get everything we need?" You asked looking in the bags.
"Yep," Luke added as he watched the movie on the screen.
"Even got you those bagels you asked for," Jack added in walking over pulling them out of the bag. You smiled at your older brother, hugging him.
"This is why your my favorite," You said hugging him.
He laughed.
Connor walked down the stairs all eyes in the room going to him.
You smiled walking over to him taking his hand, "Guys this is Connor," You smiled even though they knew who he was you wanted to officially introduce him.
They all greeted him your brothers supplying some meaningless threats.
As the night progressed you all headed to the backyard. Trev and Jack starting a fire. Turcs and Quinn on the grill. You and your best friend chatting with Connor.
Quinn called everyone over the burgers were gone. You all spent the rest of the night by the fire, eating, drinking, and telling stories. You sat in Connor's lap, wearing his hoodie as the temperature dropped.
Tonight was only the first of many that you had a blast with you friends, family, and boyfriend.
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y/nhughes Summer with my boy <3
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connorbedard So excited to spend the summer with you baby!
y/nhughes I love you!!
yourbestfriend He is so good for you !!
lukehughes 🤮
jackhughes 🤮🤮
quinnhughes 🤮🤮🤮
colecaufield where's the pic creds !!
y/nhughes up your ass !!
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up all night || c.b.
summary: when something goes bump in the night, you and colby are on the search to find the source.
“babe, are you still coming over tonight? it's getting late, and i figured you would've been here by now." colby's text to you read.
"yes! sorry! i was stuck in crazy traffic on my way home from work. im getting my stuff together now and will be over soon." you replied.
you finished gathering your things, changed into more comfortable clothes, and made you way over to colby's. you drove as fast as you could, maneuvering through traffic without drawing too much attention to yourself.
once you finally arrived, colby met you out in the driveway.
"there you are." colby said with a smile, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your temple. he took your bag from you shoulder and walked you inside. "what do you want to do for dinner?" he asked.
"im fine with whatever. but can we order in? im so tired of being the car and i don't think i could drive anywhere else." you sighed.
"sure." colby laughed. you laid in bed for a bit, scrolling through doordash, before you finally decided on something. once your food was delivered, the two of you stayed up in his room, watching movies and enjoying each other's company. it had been a while since the last time the two of you got to spend time with each other where it was just the two of you. you enjoyed this time you got with colby more than anything.
as the night went on, and it began to get late, the two of you slowly started to fall asleep. you slept for a few hours, wrapped in each other's arms. you slept better than you had in a long time.
a few hours later, you'd gotten up to use the bathroom. the tv was still on, providing a dim light from the screensaver that rolled across the screen. you came back from the bathroom, turned off the tv and climbed back into bed. as you started to fall asleep, you started hearing strange noises outside the window. you tried to ignore it and sleep, but it got increasingly louder. you began tossing and turning, eventually waking colby up.
"y/n? are you okay?" he asked sleepily, slowly sitting up.
"i can't sleep. i keep hearing things." you sighed, sitting up with him.
"no, don't say that. then i wont be able to sleep."
"well, anything attached to this house would be your fault." you teased, but half serious.
"oh, ha ha." colby huffed. “if anything, it’s sam’s fault.”
“and yours by association. you are a duo, after all.” you teased as he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. "hey! don't leave me alone in here!" you said, jumping up from the bed and grabbing his hand. he squeezed your hand and lead you downstairs. the two of you walked around the first floor of the house for a while, searching the bottom floor for anything that could be causing the noise. unfortunately, you didn't find anything.
as colby began to ascend the stairs, you hesitated at the bottom. colby made it a few steps up before turning back to you, raising a brow.
"i'm scared." you sighed, the reality of something paranormal being in the house finally setting in. colby was quickly back by your side, embracing you in a tight hug.
"you'll be okay. i won't let anything happen to you." he said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. you took a deep breath before finally following colby up the stairs.
the two of you searched around the landing for a bit before you began to finally feel at ease. as the house had fallen quiet, you and him began to make your way down the hall to his room. just as you reached the door, you heard the noises again.
"babe, it's coming from your room." you whisper yelled.
“shit.” he spat. you stood silently in the hallway, staring into colby’s room, your flashlights shining through to the other side.
after a few minutes of silence, just as you thought it was okay to go back in, you heard something that sounded metallic hit the wall of his bedroom. you buried your face into colby’s shoulder, stifling your scream. colby stayed silent, but you could feel him shaking in your grip.
“shit.” he repeated, taking a deep breath. he slowly moved from your grip and walked into his room. you stood at the door, hiding behind the door frame as you watched him walk around his room. after a while of not hearing anything, you heard another metallic sound near his window. you watched him slowly walk towards the noise, shoulder tense as he walked. as he stood at the window, you watched his shoulders relax. he stared out of the window a bit longer, then started to chuckle.
“c’mere.” he said softly, waving you over to the window. you slowly walked over to him, eventually meeting him at the window. “there’s your ghost.” he said, shining the flashlight out of the window. you followed the light outside, eyes landing on a racoon sitting on the eave.
“oh, what the fuck.” you sighed, half embarrassed, half relieved. your eyes glanced around the area, and landed on a crushed truly can. “there’s that metal sound we kept hearing.” you said, pointing your flash light on the can.
“well, now that we know there’s no ghosts, let’s go back to bed.” colby said. he took the flashlights and placed them on his desk before walking back to his side of the bed. he held his arms out towards you, and you crawled into them. he tightened his grip around your waist and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “you okay?” he asked softly.
“yeah. a little embarrassed, but im okay.”
“don’t be embarrassed. you have every reason to be concerned for ghosts in this house. i’m just glad it wasn’t anything that could potentially hurt you.” he said, nuzzling into the nape of your neck. you reached back and patted his cheek.
“i love you.” you said, rolling over to face him. “thanks for ghost hunting with me.” you teased.
“any time.” he smiled. you pressed a kiss to his nose and he hugged you tight. you rolled back over and intertwined your fingers with his, before you finally fell asleep.
you slept pretty lightly that night, but you were glad that there was nothing more sinister than a raccoon that was keeping you up.
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Dear Diary
*Set in the Darkest Knight AU*
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Mutant!Reader
18+ only, read at your own risk
Word count: 4459
Summary: Natasha embraces her new life as an X-Men.
AN: I'm back with a little one shot. :) Enjoy!
December 6, 2023
Dear Diary,
Is that an appropriate way to start one of these? I’ve never kept a diary or a journal before. But Marie gave me this cute little notebook and said writing stuff down helps clear her mind, so I don’t think there’s any harm in giving it a shot. They would never let us have something like this in the Red Room. Too much evidence lying around for someone to stumble upon. Should I put a lock on this? Y/N wouldn’t snoop around to read this, would she? Well, I guess if she is–leave my diary alone, you big dummy!
The professor said the Red Room soldiers and Widows are coming tomorrow. This is all my fault. I’ve put these good people and innocent children in danger. Earlier, we went to help the kids pack their bags and board the buses. I’m not sure if Y/N has any kids of her own (or ever did at all), but I can tell she really cares about them. Although she was not happy with some of the excessive luggage some of them were bringing. No one would tell me where they’re sending the kids, but I overheard Ororo mention something about a private resort they had to buy out.
I still don’t quite understand why these people are willing to sacrifice so much for me. I’m basically a stranger to them. I have nothing to give them in return if they ask. Maybe they’ll finally throw me out when they realize how worthless I am. That’s what I really deserve. Not these warm clothes, the home-cooked meals, and this roof over my head. And I definitely don’t deserve the kindness and care Y/N has shown me. I really like her, but I’m afraid she’ll leave me when she realizes how boring and inexperienced I am.
Oh, I think she’s coming out of the shower now. I’ll continue this later.
Love,
Nat
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December 15, 2023
Dear Diary,
It’s weird how life goes back to normal so fast here. The Red Room soldiers and Widows were here not even a week ago, tearing down doors and blasting out windows, and everything is already repaired and the students are back at it like nothing happened.
A lot of them are excited to go back to their homes and families for the holiday. But a lot of them will also be staying at the mansion, because their families won’t accept them or they just don’t have any home to go back to. The professor asked Y/N to help plan some holiday games so the kids staying don’t get too bored or lonely. She’s acting like it’s the dumbest assignment he’s ever given her, but I’ve seen her spending all her free time ordering presents and decorations (with the professor’s credit card, of course), so I know she takes it very seriously and the kids are going to love whatever she comes up with.
I’m really glad I get to spend Christmas here. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually been able to celebrate it with people I love. I feel so welcomed here and no one looks at me like I’m any different, when I come from a past where there’s red all over my ledger. Sometimes I’m surprised anyone even lets me be around these kids alone, but some of them have powers that even make Y/N nervous, and I think they know they can trust me.
It’ll take some more time before I can be fully comfortable here, but it’s really starting to grow on me and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
Love,
Nat
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December 25, 2023
Natasha wakes up alone. She looks around the bedroom, in case you might be on the floor doing push-ups or in the bathroom showering, but the room is completely empty. Her heartbeat picks up as she jumps out of bed, afraid that you’ve left her, when she notices a note on the desk.
Downstairs making breakfast. Come join when you’re up - Y/N
She relaxes immediately, touched how you made sure to let her know in advance where you would be. She quickly washes up and puts on a robe, then hurries downstairs to a chaotic mess of torn gift wrapping, screaming children, and flashing new toys. She steps into the kitchen, where you are wearing a flowered apron and are threatening Marie with a spatula.
“Stop, those aren’t ready–Marie!” You swat at her hands as she swipes for a pancake.
“Merry Christmas, Miss Nat!” Marie says, moving your attention away from her as your girlfriend appears.
“Merry Christmas, Marie.” Natasha gives the girl a hug, not missing the folded pancake in her hand.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” you say next, waiting for her to come over. “I made a special plate for you. It’s over here so the kids don’t get into it.” You point to a foil-covered plate off to the side of the stove. Natasha goes to investigate, peeling back the foil to find the plate fully-loaded with two different types of pancakes, one next to a little container of jam and honey, and the other still steaming and garnished with flecks of green onion. There’s even a bowl of grainy buckwheat porridge. Her heart soars at the sight of her favorite native breakfast. With a delighted squeal, she throws herself into your arms.
“Thankyou thankyou thankyou,” she choruses, squeezing you tightly as you rub her back.
“You’re welcome, darling.”
At this point, you shoo everyone out of the kitchen to finish the preparations. Natasha joins Marie in the dining hall, helping set up the plates and silverware. She watches with great curiosity as Kitty tries getting Peter to step under the mistletoe she hung above the doorway, and then is distracted when Jean and Scott come down for breakfast.
“Y/N cooks Christmas breakfast for us every year,” Jean explains to Natasha. “The kids always look forward to it.”
“Hey, Y/N!” Scott yells into the kitchen. “Keep the walnuts away from my food, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Natasha hears you dismissively respond.
“Scott’s allergic,” Jean whispers to her. “Now there’s no proof how, but he ended up with a plateful of them last year and I almost had to take him to the hospital. Needless to say, it was an eventful Christmas.”
Natasha giggles to herself, already having a feeling she knows exactly how those walnuts got on Scott’s plate.
Everyone finds a seat at the table, the empty one next to Natasha reserved for you. You finally emerge from the kitchen, no longer in the flowered apron but one of your classic checkerboard flannels. You’re carrying an impressive tower of pancakes in one hand and a pan filled half and half with bacon and sausage in the other. The students break out in appreciation and applause as Bobby scoots aside some dishes to make room for the last trays.
“Don’t take more than you can finish,” you remind the kids, going around the table to sit next to Natasha and presenting her with her special plate. “And uh, Merry Christmas, happy holidays, and all that other stuff.” You raise your apple cider in a toast and everyone follows your lead.
“Thanks for breakfast, Y/N,” Ororo says, clinking her glass to yours. The students erupt with more thanks before they start reaching for the food, passing around the mountainous plate of pancakes, scooping whole fried eggs onto each other’s plates.
“Thanks again, babe,” Natasha says, putting her hand on your thigh as she leans over to kiss you on the cheek.
“You should try it first before thanking me,” you tease, still not used to all the praise. You were just trying to be a good partner, and it was somewhat of a Christmas tradition for you to cook breakfast for all the students who stayed at the mansion over break. You didn’t mind it at all, in fact you really did enjoy spending time in the kitchen and it made you feel good to take care of others.
Natasha leaves her hand on your knee as she eats, and eventually you put your hand on top of hers comfortingly. Neither of you engage much in conversation as you eat and listen, happy with the company. Once all of the food has been finished, Ororo rounds up the students to help clean everything before they can continue opening presents.
Kitty gets you a Johnny Cash vinyl record. Marie and Bobby got you a variety pack of exotic flavors of jerky, including alligator, ostrich, and buffalo. Storm gives you and Natasha tickets to a weekend getaway at a Canadian resort. Jean and Scott also throw in a joint gift of a new set of winter bedsheets. You are very thankful for the presents and pile them neatly by your feet, when Natasha pulls out a box and puts it on your lap. Inside is a familiar-looking flannel shirt.
“It’s a brand new one,” Natasha says. “To replace all the ones I steal from your closet,” Natasha says.
“Thanks,” you say, putting your arm around her to pull her closer so you can kiss her cheek. “This one is from me.” You hand her a very small box.
Natasha opens it delicately and gasps when she sees what you’ve given her. It’s a wooden ring, carved a little roughly around the edges with little turquoise-colored gems pressed into the outside.
“Did you make this?” Natasha asks, running her finger over the gems.
“Uh, yeah.” You’re suddenly nervous that she doesn’t like it. Woodworking was not your finest hobby, despite your decades to fine-tune the skill, but you preferred to build vast structures and furniture. Tiny little pieces of jewelry were extremely difficult to handle, but hopefully it was worth the numerous cuts and splinters you gave yourself.
Natasha slips it on her right ring finger–a perfect fit. Maybe you needed to give yourself more credit for your handiwork.
“It’s beautiful,” she says, holding her hand up to admire the ring. “I love it. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
Natasha snuggles closer to you and rests her head on your shoulder while you sit back and watch everyone else finish opening their gifts.
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The rest of the day is busy but productive. Natasha has never felt happier watching the students competitively decorate gingerbread houses, then go outside and play in the snow. You don’t join in anymore, preferring to watch from the side. You’re already wearing the flannel Natasha got for you and Natasha gazes at you adoringly from afar. Despite the differences the two of you had from time to time, she hasn’t loved another person the way she loves you. But sometimes she worries that you don’t feel the same way.
You still don’t talk very much, hardly opening up about your past the way Natasha has spilled about hers. Although you seem mostly content at the mansion, Natasha can tell you’re still adjusting to being around so many people. The life of solitude in the cabin in the woods had clearly been more your style, and she feels guilty for dragging you away from that. But as much as she would love to spend all day with you cozied up in a cabin you built with your own hands, it wasn’t a realistic option. Not with all the threats and dangers that could come her way.
Which is why it was so important to Natasha that the Red Room be dealt with, as soon as possible.
She didn’t like how dismissive you got every time she brought it up, but she understood why. You had found your domestic bliss and didn’t want to let it go anytime soon. She wasn’t going to blame you. But she wished you would actually listen to her instead of shutting her down all the time. She would figure out how to broach the topic with you eventually, but today was not that day.
After a quiet dinner, which is basically just warmed up leftovers from breakfast, Natasha finds you sitting by yourself on the couch in front of a dying fire. Most of the students had retired to their rooms, exhausted by the day’s festivities. Natasha sits next to you, leaning her shoulder against yours.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Hi.” You offer her your hand and she clasps onto it, threading her fingers with yours. You smile when you see the wooden ring on her finger. It looks perfect on her. “Did you have fun today?” you ask.
“It was the best Christmas I ever had,” she replies. “Thank you for inviting me.”
“Of course.”
Natasha is tired, but there’s still one more thing she wants to do with you. She rests her hand on your thigh, subtly at first, then she slowly starts to stroke your leg, her fingers barely perceptible through your jeans. You ignore her and her movements become bolder, creeping towards the inside of your thigh now and squeezing it lightly.
“Can I help you with something?” you finally ask. Natasha has always been a little more shy when it comes to asking for intimacy with you. But you were patient with her and never pressured her, and that encouraged her to have the confidence to ask if you were in the mood–even if she didn’t always do it with words.
“Do you want to go upstairs?” she says, leaning forward until her lips almost touch yours. “I still have one more present to give you.”
“Oh, do you now?” you ask, trying to kiss her but she pulls away.
“You have to come upstairs,” she repeats, offering you her hand as she stands up.
“All right, all right.” Your knees creak as you push off the couch, taking Natasha’s hand and following her upstairs. You can hear her heartbeat pounding with excitement or maybe that’s…yours? You hope everyone else has gone to sleep by now, otherwise they wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon.
Back in the privacy of the bedroom, you let Natasha lead you to the bed and you sit down on the edge with her climbing onto your lap.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her hands locking around the back of your neck.
“Of course,” you whisper, leaning in until your foreheads touch. Your arms circle her waist to hold her securely in place. Her breath fans over your face and her heartbeat pumps at an almost alarmingly quick rate.
“I want you,” she says, rocking her hips against your thighs. “I want you to take me.”
“How do you want me?” you ask, before she presses her lips roughly to yours, her fingers digging into your neck. Her arousal spikes and so does yours. You open your mouth when she licks your lips to deepen the kiss. She tastes like vanilla and cookies and you instinctively pull her closer to you, wanting to devour her until the morning.
Natasha grabs the collar of your flannel, pulling apart the top buttons and running her hands down your chest and abs. Your skin burns where she touches you and you nip lightly on her bottom lip when she rests her hands on the buckle of your belt.
“I want to taste you,” you pant, hoping your request doesn’t come across as too greedy. Natasha has to fight down her thrill of excitement at your suggestion, wondering how you knew exactly what she wanted. She doesn’t even take the time to agree with you, instead hurriedly stripping off her clothes to show you how eager she is. You take off the flannel, setting it aside with reverence, then removing your undershirt and jeans. Natasha tackles you back on the bed, your thigh fitting between her legs and you feel the heat from her center rubbing against you.
“You’re so wet for me,” you say, holding her hips again and guiding her up until she’s hovering over your chest. “My good girl.”
“Your good girl,” Natasha reiterates, grabbing onto the headboard for support before she positions herself over your face. The scent of her arousal is almost overwhelming to you, and you waste no time bringing your arms over her thighs to pull her down. Natasha whines when your mouth makes contact with her slick center, your tongue slipping into her and coating with her juices.
Natasha moans, grinding down so you can enter her deeper. Your arms tighten to prevent her from moving too much; you want to do things at your own pace. Her taste is so intoxicating and addictive, you could lie here forever eating her out. Natasha grips the headboard tighter, struggling to rock against your face for more friction, but you won’t let her. She whines in desperation, the noises music to your ears. Your tongue dips into her again before tracing up to her clit, flicking against it and Natasha grinds down harder on your chin, gasping and moaning.
“Y/N,” she begs. “Y/N, please.”
You stop, pulling away from her far enough to say, “What do you want, baby?”
“I want you,” she repeats, her voice breaking. “I need you.”
“I know, baby. I got you.” As much as you love teasing her, this is not the time. You knew Natasha could sometimes be insecure about your relationship with her. But you had no regrets in choosing to be with her and loved her so much. You would never miss an opportunity to show her, either.
You loosen your arms around her so she has some freedom to move and Natasha quickly adjusts herself until she’s comfortable. When she settles back down on your face again, you find her clit and wrap your lips around it, rewarded with a long, drawn-out moan. Natasha rolls her hips to help you find a good rhythm. You feel her thighs tremble and more of her slick spills onto your tongue.
“Oh, god. Oh fuck, Y/N,” she whimpers, the headboard flexing dangerously from how hard she’s holding onto it.
Your stomach practically burns from how aroused you are with Natasha riding your face, and you’re hoping she’ll help you relieve some of the tension once you make her finish. You’ve held out as long as you could, and you can tell Natasha is ready to fall over the edge. Your tongue rests on her clit again, swiping upwards in a straight line, then dragging down at a diagonal angle, then going back up.
N.
Your tongue moves in an inverted V next, drawing an imaginary bar between them.
A.
You lick down her clit once more, then swipe perpendicular.
T.
Natasha is panting and shaking, completely unaware that you’re trying to spell her name on her with your tongue. One of her hands has left the headboard and is holding tightly onto your hair in an attempt to guide you, but your own plan is already in action.
She doesn’t make it the next A, her back arching and thighs clamping around your head as she finally cums. You don’t let a drop of it go to waste, lapping at her sensitive folds until she’s whimpering and trying to pull your head away. Natasha lifts herself off your face with a contented sigh, turning herself away from the headboard now, but you’re not quite done with her yet.
You pull her back down on your face and she falls forward with her hands on your chest.
“Did I say you could go anywhere?” you grumble playfully.
“Y/N,” Natasha giggles.
“Can I have one more, darling?” you ask, and she responds by sitting back on your face. But now Natasha is the one with other ideas, as she eyes the veins on your flexing abdomen that disappear behind the band of your underwear. You feel her hands run across your stomach and your breath hitches when she tugs down your underwear.
“Nat, what are you–oh, shit.” Now it’s your turn to gasp and moan when Natasha leans over and places her mouth on your dripping center. You completely lose focus of what you were doing, instinctively spreading your legs open further to give her better access. “Fuck baby, oh fuck,” you whine, your head dropping back on the pillow.
“Did I say you could stop?” Natasha teases, turning your own words back against you. It takes a monumental effort, but you calm yourself enough to put your mouth to work again. Natasha almost soaks herself when she realizes how turned on you’ve gotten just from eating her out. Now she has only one mission in mind: make you cum before she does a second time. But you’re refusing to make it easy for her, and Natasha is already dangerously close despite having finished mere minutes ago. She knows she has to hurry, but judging from the tremble in your thighs, you’re closer than you’re letting on.
Natasha’s tongue circles your clit and she can feel you panting against her, your own efforts faltering in their rhythm. She pushes back against your face to remind you of what you promised her. Your fingers dig into the curve of her ass and you feel her breasts rubbing against your abs. Her mouth is so hot and wet and perfect on you, making you lose your breath every time her tongue touches you.
“Fuck, Nat,” you whimper, feeling like you’re losing control of yourself. You’re not even sure if what you’re doing to her anymore is working because all you can think about is the throbbing in your lower stomach that begs to be released. Your back arches off the bed when her tongue lashes at your clit and she struggles and fails to push down on your thighs to keep you grounded. “Nat, I can’t,” you warn, a little embarrassed at how fast you’re ready to release.
“It’s okay,” you hear Natasha say, “Cum for me, baby.”
White floods your vision and all the muscles in your body tighten as you spill into her mouth, a moan catching in your throat. Your head spins in a rush of endorphins and you’re practically convulsing underneath Natasha when you finally come down from your high. She purrs in delight at her success, gently squeezing at your thighs. And as much as you want to flip her around and press her head against your chest, you still do owe her.
Natasha’s second orgasm is a little more subdued but just as pleasurable. She bites the inside of your thigh to quiet the noise of her moan and you almost cum again. But once she finds the strength to move, Natasha crawls back up to you, nuzzling the side of your head and kissing you. Normally, you could go several rounds without even stopping for a break, but you’re unusually exhausted today. Maybe it was from waking up at four o’clock to work on breakfast for everyone or making sure that the Christmas activities throughout the day ran smoothly.
Natasha rests her head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat and you rub her shoulder, tilting your head down to breathe in the faded scent of her shampoo.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” she whispers.
“Merry Christmas, darling.”
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January 2, 2024
Dear Diary,
Professor Xavier called me personally to his office today. I was really nervous that I was in trouble for something. I’m still not sure how I feel about his mind-reading thing. I try to keep my thoughts in check when he’s around, but I think that makes it seem like I’m hiding something. But other than that, he’s only ever been polite and respectful to me, and I can tell Y/N really looks up to him as a mentor and father figure.
He told me he has a lead on where the Red Room could be and asked if I still want to pursue them. Of course I do, but I know Y/N isn’t happy about it. I thought she would understand more. I know she’s got her own past that she hasn’t told me the entirety of yet (not that she’s required to), but she’s told a few stories so I know her situation is similar enough to mine. I wish she was more supportive instead of trying to talk me out of it, but I know she’s worried too. She doesn’t want me rushing back into danger and I totally get that. But I just…I can’t stay here and be cared for and protected and loved when there are so many of my sisters still being held against their will and forced into doing horrible things.
Luckily, the professor seems more understanding of things. But I don’t want him or anyone else here risking their lives for me. If I have to go alone, I will. I don’t know if I can do it alone, though. I’m sure Y/N will insist on tagging along no matter what. I just hope she doesn’t get too grumpy about the whole thing.
Love,
Nat
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January 4, 2024
Dear Diary,
I still haven’t told Y/N what the professor told me 2 days ago (assuming she hasn’t already gone through my diary and read about it here). I tried to mention it after dinner, but I could tell as soon as I let the “R” word slip she was not paying attention to the conversation anymore. I don’t want my frustration to build up, so I’ll probably have to be straightforward about it, which isn’t easy.
I know the professor can hear all of my thoughts, so I wonder if he’s going to get tired of them and just talk to Y/N himself. But probably not. This is my problem to handle. I’ll find the courage somehow to deal with it.
I just hope it doesn’t cause Y/N to look down on me for this. I’m already nervous that I’m constantly annoying her, and if she gets fed up enough and kicks me out I will literally have nowhere to go and at that point, I’d welcome back the Red Room with open arms. That probably seems a little dramatic, but I really don’t want to risk losing the best person that ever came into my life. I have Y/N to thank for everything I have here, and I think most people in my position would call me crazy for trying to make any changes to my situation.
But I’m not like most people. And I have to do what I think is right, even if others try to stop me.
I’ll bring it up to Y/N later again. Maybe if I catch her in a good mood she’ll be more receptive to the idea. Wishing luck to my future self.
Love,
Nat
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Tiktok Trouble- Jake Seresin
Authors Note: Let me know if you like this, might do more
Warning: Allusions to smexy times
Word count:1519
Description: You learn you like pranking your husband....tiktok likes it too.
Enjoy!
It starts off with you being pissed at your husband, Jake.
To be fair it wasn’t his fault. You both had planned a date night but he had been caught up helping fix a jet at work, so he called you and told you he would be missing the night. So although you were angry, you weren’t super angry.
But you were just a little upset and took to watching tiktok instead of the date, and that is where you came up with the idea……the perfect prank. You made dinner, making sure to set out a plate for him when he texted you he was heading home, moving to jump into the shower once you heard his car in the driveway.
You knew he would be upset but you had to set it all up, so you started the water and soon enough you heard him calling for you. When he got no response from downstairs he came up and opened your bedroom door. “Sugar?”
“Just in the shower!” You call.
“Right now? Did you eat already?” He asks, trying to open the door. “Is it locked?”
“I ate! I just wanna shower.” You laugh and hear him give a dramatic sigh before making a kiss sound and disappearing. You finish your shower and rush to dress, waiting for him to come in and get ready for bed.
You wait until Jake is ready for bed, just down to his boxers as usual, crawling in and then you move to the dresser.
“What you doing ,sugar?” He calls, not looking as he tries to find his phone charger while you set up your phone to record. Once you are sure he won’t notice you give the camera a small thumbs up before heading over to the bed and grabbing your pillow. “Sugar?”
Jake watches, eyebrows pinched together as you fluff it before grabbing a blanket, he sits up quickly when you go to leave. “Y/n, what’s goin’ on here?”
“I just kinda want to sleep on the couch.” You shrug, giving him a small smile.
“....Okay?” He looks confused but gets up as well, snatching his pillow and moving to you. “We can have a little movie night-”
“No no, I just kinda want to sleep by myself.” You laugh, kissing his cheek, a small amount of guilt filling you when he looks like a kicked puppy.
“But…but…” He looks to the bed, then back to you, then back to the bed…..then back to you. “I promise I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m there!”
“Bubs, I just wanna spend the night by myself-” You don’t get to finish the sentence before he is snatching the blanket and pillow and storming past you. “Where are you going?!”
“To set up downstairs. I never sleep without you-” You break then, laughing your butt off which makes him gasp.
“I’m so confused right now.”
“Bubs, it was a tiktok idea.” You explain, pointing to the camera and moving to shut it off as he gasps dramatically.
“You were pranking me?!”
“Duh.” You giggle, turning to look at him and his eyes squint as a smug smile covers his features.
“Y/n? Sugar? Bubs? Light of my life?”
“Yeah……”
“I’m going to ruin you.” You barely get a second to squeal and rush across the bed before he can catch you, the game of chase underway.
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You had posted the video, and it got popular fast.
Which wasn’t a shocker considering you already knew how handsome your husband was and everyone else was more than willing to say the same. Him only being in boxers definitely helped. But everyone began sending in ideas and you just couldn’t help yourself.
The next prank came a week later.
You had set up your phone to film at the window in front of the sink, pretending to do the dishes as soon as you heard the front door.
“Sugar?! I am homeEeeEE.”
“Doing dishes - OW OW OW!” You act hurt, pretending your hand is stuck in a travel bottle as he rushes in, dropping his keys and glasses on the way.
“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He panics, rushing in to check you. You show him the bottle, doing your best to look like you are in pain.
“Shit- under the water, put it under the water.” He rushes out, moving you to the sink and turning on the water to try and get your hand out. “Just relax, relax relax relax.”
“Let’s try soap-” You offer, taking your hand out of the cup to grab some soap and shove it back in. He nods, reaching over you to grab the bottle and add more, kissing your forehead in a soothing manner before his eyebrows shoot up and he steps back.
“Wait-” You die laughing then, taking your hand out of the cup as he rolls his eyes. “Oh come on! Low blow even for you.”
He’s laughing too, and you can’t breathe at this point. “That….that was…..so funny-” You collapse to your knees cackling as he finds the camera and leans forward to look into it.
“I regret getting married.” He laughs, turning off the water before flicking your forehead and walking to go pick up the things he had dropped to get to you. “I want a divorce!”
The clip ends with you just cackling.
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Your weekly date night had come up, and you felt like being a really cute wife…..partly.
He was sitting on your shared bed watching some youtube videos on fixing sinks (yours wasn’t broken so you honestly had no clue why) and he had left you alone in the bathroom to do your makeup, perfectly content to just be near you.
You shut the door, murmuring that you were going to the bathroom which he hummed to and once the door was shut you began recording yourself. Doing your best not to laugh as you took a lip liner and overlined your lips….. Like a lot.
You had to take a second to reign in your giggles before you were heading out to where he was laying on the bed, shuffling until you were kneeling in between his legs, they came up to wrap around you instantly as he kept watching his video.
“Bubs.” You smile, waiting. He hums in acknowledgement, one eyebrow raising as he listens but doesn’t look. “Bubs-”
“Yeah sugarpi- holy crap.” His face turns to one of shock when he looks at you finally, eyebrows shooting up as one hand covers his mouth.
“I watched this makeup video while you were gone,” You smile, flipping your hair. “I think I like it.”
“You….. o-okay.” He smiles, clearing his throat. “It… wow.”
“Wow? Like stunning wow?” You ask, doing a little pose.
“Sure. Yeah. That.” He smiles, trying to be supportive. “Hey, how about we stay in tonight?”
“Really?”
“Yeah…yeah for sure. I just- you just look so good I want to keep you to myself-” He smiles, leaning up to kiss your cheek. You laugh at that, allowing him to kiss you before he sits up and swipes at your lips. “Love the lip shade….But sugar?”
“Yeah bubs?”
“Can… can I be honest for a second?”
“Of course?”
“You look like a bee stung your lips.” You break at that, once again cackling and he looks very worried. “I don’t wanna be the ass but-”
“I’ll remove the lipstick. Just get ready to go you dork.” You laugh, kissing his lips and walking off.
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“Alright, I’m gonna head out. You need anything?” Jake asks, dressed in his errand clothes with his sunglasses on his head while he pulls the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.
You give in easily, moaning a little before pulling back. “Oh bubs, your lips are chapped.”
“What?” He laughs, moving up to touch his lips and smack them.
“Yes. Here.” You dig through your purse and pull out the chapstick that you had already replaced with lipstick. He smiles at you, kissing your forehead before generously applying it over his lips and smacking them.
Naval Aviator Jake Seresin…..wearing bright red lipstick. …… amazing.
He smiles at you, a big cheesy smile, and kisses you once more before strutting to the door. He does his little butt wiggle when he reaches the door that makes you laugh before he disappears through the door.
Once he is gone you turn and wink to the camera.
He gets back an hour later, you hear the front door slam and him call your name. You immediately turn your camera on, walking to the stairs and walking down them.
“Yeah bu-”
“Do not bub me right now.” He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I ran into Maverick at the store.”
You crack out into laughter, covering your face as he glares.
“That’s it. Pranking time is over. Your ass better be in those sheets naked by the time I get up there!” He snaps and you stand straight, heat traveling you. “3…2….”
You don’t need to be told twice.
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Toxic ex-husband!txt
Warnings: toxic, possessive, erratic behaviour, do not try this at home
Note: I feel diabolical for writing this
Soobin
Soobin is ushered out of a different exit of the courthouse than you, but his long legs make quick work of rounding the building—he’d seen your lawyer steering you out a back door. He finds you just as you reach your car, in such a passion that he doesn't notice the way you jump at the sound of his voice. You just sat through an hour of feeling his eyes on you as your divorce was finalised, kept your nerve and avoided looking his way, and you didn't have the nerve to face him now. His mind flashes with glimpses of the past, before you went through this silly charade of separation. All the happy times you’d had, all those years of love. His heart felt sour in his chest.
"You don't mean it, I know you don't," he calls out to you as he approaches. You're quick to shut yourself inside your car and lock the doors, scrambling to put the key in the ignition as his hands press against the window. "I know you'll miss me," he insists, somehow still not understanding the reality of the situation even after the year-long divorce process. "You won't last a day in that house without me." He walks mindlessly in the wake of the car as you drive away, anger flaring. He won't give you up.
Yeonjun
He dons a hoodie and sits in the back of the dark bar you're having a first date in. It wasn't hard to get access to the time and location of this little rendezvous, since the password for your new dating profile is the same one you use for everything else. He watches you flirt and make small talk, smile stupidly at this new love interest, who in Yeonjun's opinion is definitely trying way too hard. And yes, he's noticed that you're wearing his favourite dress, the one that he bought for you, that you would wear to every date night the two of you shared. He grits his teeth so hard he can hear the strain on them, downing the last of the drink he ordered to keep his table and slipping out. When you finally make it back to the parking lot, he's leant up against your car, hood off and face smug in the dim artificial light.
"Hey, baby," he says smugly, causing you to shiver. You haven't heard his voice in so long, and the pet name...
"What are you doing here? You know it's over," you keep your tone confident while looking around nervously. "You should be moving on, like I have."
He takes a few steps closer to you. "You know why you like that guy so much?" Yeonjun asks, leaning his face close to your ear and taking a whiff of an in-breath before whispering, "he's wearing my cologne."
Beomgyu
You're about to turn out the light and go to sleep when a loud knocking startles you, bringing you back downstairs. Carefully you look out the peep hole and see Beomgyu, cursing to yourself before opening the door with the plan to give him an earful. But when the door swings open, his eyes look frantic, and he lets out a sigh, shoulders sagging as if relieved. "Oh thank god," he says, before stepping around you into the house and looking around the room.
"Beomgyu, no. You have to go," you say sternly. He turns to face you and his distressed look is still at play. "I saw- There was someone creeping around out there," he explains excitedly, eyes wide. "They were right on the lawn!”
Panicked, you turn your gaze to the window. Before you know it he's grabbing you, pulling you against his chest. "I was so worried." You can feel his heart hammering against you, no evidence to be suspicious of his story. Your own heart rate picks up, and you almost feel comforted that Beomgyu is here, that someone was looking out for you. "I'll keep you safe. Let me stay, just for tonight."
Taehyun
Taehyun never thought he would stoop to this level, but hey, the tracking program was on sale—it was as if the universe was telling him he was meant to do it. He doesn't know how long he's been awake, staring at his computer screen, at the red dot that represents your phone's location. He did wash a few dishes earlier, but he had intermittently looked over at his phone where the same red dot shone unblinking back at him. It hasn't moved for hours, and he begins to wonder if he's been scammed, if maybe he should have gone for the device that he could attach to your car... Taehyun feels like the little red dot is mocking him, and he almost wants it to move from the square that depicts your house. Antsy and frustrated, he turns on the TV. But even while he distractedly watches some sporting match, he sees red.
Huening Kai
You hear your mother talking as you let yourself in to her house, your childhood home, for one of your weekly dinners together. There were no cars parked on the street, so you figure she's on the phone with one of her friends as she laughs heartily. You can't help but smile at how happy she sounds as you leave your shoes at the door. When you round the corner into the kitchen, the smile dies on your face. Standing there, oven mitts in hand, chuckling along with your mother, is your ex husband. It's as if the last eight months never happened and all is nice and peachy, just another Tuesday night and not the twilight zone.
Huening Kai spots you in the doorway and gives you a smile, your mother turning around looking bubbly and bright. "Here she is! Look who stopped in," she says, as if you haven't noticed the big elephant in the room.
"Why?" you ask with no semblance of friendliness.
She flicks the tea towel your way as if scolding you, looking simply incredulous. "Be nice to our guest! He brought dessert."
You feel like you're being pranked. She's always been on your side of things, though she would never speak badly of her ex son-in-law, and suddenly she's wrapped around his little finger? Have you missed something, you wonder.
The oven dings and the two exchange excited looks, seemingly ignoring your presence. Kai slips his hands into the mitts and opens the door, retrieving a sweet smelling pie. Your mother claps her hands, childlike, and moves off to find cutlery. Surely you must be dreaming, because this is too much. Kai holds the dessert out for you to see, smiling down at you with bright innocent eyes, tilting his head the way he used to when he addressed you. "Would you like to taste, honey?"
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Savage Love Part Eleven
Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU
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“He has what?” Emma says on the other end of the phone call. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not!” I tell her. “And now his brothers are here and I can’t leave!”
“I told you being with him seriously was a bad idea.”
I sigh. “I know, I know. But he… he seemed so nice. He didn’t seem like he-“
“I told you he was a Mafia leader, y/n.”
I look at the door of Matt’s bedroom to make sure his brothers aren’t listening in on me.
“I saw the photos and I closed the door. His brothers came home and I can’t go in and look again to investigate.”
“You shouldn’t have quit the article, this is big.”
“Emma!” I whisper shout into the phone. “I have more important things than that right now!”
“Well how do you believe me that he’s bad news?”
“Yes, okay, yes.”
“Good. Now, you need out of there.”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do for the last hour?!” I ask in a loud whisper.
“His brothers are where in the house?” Emma asks.
“Downstairs somewhere.”
“Do you think you could climb out the window?”
I pause. “What?”
“Climb out the window. Do you think you can?”
“Give me a moment.” I mumble as I look over to the window. I’m only on the second floor but the walls are so high that it seems more like the third or fourth. “I don’t think I can swing that.”
“Something that doesn’t make sense to me though.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Why would he leave the key where you would find it? It’s like he wanted you to find it. Like he wanted you to see-“
“Yeah that’s been bugging me too.” I sit down in the bed and scratch the back in my neck.
“Do you think you can look in there again? Without getting caught by Huwey and Luwey?”
“Maybe…” I get up and go back to Matt’s office. I pick up the key and then creep to the hallway.
“Go to face time.” Emma says and I switch the call to face time. Emma’s face appears on my screen and I shush her to make sure she doesn’t speak and get me caught.
I look down the hallway and down the stairs. Chris and Nick are downstairs doing whatever, which gives me the chance to look back in the room.
I change the camera from front to back to show Emma the room. I unlock the door and open it slowly, flicking on the light before slowly closing the door behind me to make sure Chris and Nick don’t catch me.
“Oh my god.” Emma says.
The room is filled wall to wall with photos of my ex boyfriend, my old boss, and basically any person that’s ever wronged me in my life. A big red X over my ex boyfriend’s face.
“Does the X mean…” Emma says.
“I don’t know…” I whisper.
“I’m gonna check to see if anyone’s heard from him.”
“Emma…”
“I’m screen recording. Do a full pan of the room.” She says.
I slowly move my phone camera around the room to get every part recorded.
“Good, now get out of there!” Emma whisper shouts and I shut off the light, and creep out of the room. I lock the door behind me and quickly walk to Matt’s office to put the key back where I found it under the desk.
“Get out of there, girl!” Emma says and I quickly make my way to the window.
“How do I get out?” I whisper to her.
“You’ve seen movies, tie the bedsheets together and climb out!”
I nod and run to the bed, pulling off the sheets and starting to tie the corners together.
“God, this is so difficult with silk sheets!” I complain as I tie the corners together. I double tie them just to make sure they down slip out of their hold.
I open the window and throw the sheets out, the tie the end to the bedpost. I slowly climb out the window with my phone in my back pocket. I scale down the wall slowly and carefully. The sheets don’t make it to the grass but make it just far enough to where it wouldn’t hurt to jump. I slip to the ground and fall on my back.
I take a second to catch my breath before getting up and starting to run to the driveway. I didn’t think this far ahead. He lives in a mansion miles away from anything. I don’t have any of the keys to his cars and even if I did he’d find me.
I sneak around to the front and make sure to hide away from view of Matt’s brothers. I rush to the driveway and start running as fast as I can.
I start to loose my breath after running for a long time. It felt like hours even though it was only a few minutes. God I wish I didn’t skip my gym classes in high school.
The sun was going down when I had called Emma a little over an hour ago, and now it’s almost fully dark out.
Before I could reach the main road, a car comes driving up the driveway. I gasp and step back. It’s Matt, I know it.
The car stops right in front of me and Matt steps out.
“Hey, doll, what are you doing out here?” He asks as he walks over to me. I step back to get away from him and he stops, looking at me confused. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asks.
“I… I saw it.” I say softly.
“Saw what?” He asks me.
“The room. The room with… with the photos, with the-“
“Dollface…” Matt steps closer to me and I step backwards to keep him at a distance.
“You left the key where I could find it, you wanted me to find it, you wanted me to know.” My voice tremors as my body begins to shake.
“Yes, you’re right, but I only wanted you to know I’m protecting you from them.” Matt steps closer to me again and I step backwards again as well.
“What did the X over Bennetts picture mean?” My voice cracks as I ask.
Matt stays silent. He sighs and then says “Get in the car babygirl.”
“Is he okay?” I ask.
“Just get in the car.”
“Did you kill him?”
Matt sighs again. “After what he did to you, he’s lucky all I did was kill him.”
I stand in shock in front of Matt. I’m unable to move as he steps closer to me. “It’s alright, baby, I’ve got you.” He says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his car.
My heart races as I’m unable to move by myself from the shock. Matt opens his car door and sets me in the passenger seat. He goes to the driver seat and starts the car back up.
After a bit of silence I say “What did you do to him?” In a whisper.
Matt sighs. “I did it for you, babygirl.”
“Tell me what you did to him.”
“Y/n-“
“I will jump out of this car if you don’t tell me.” I threaten.
Matt chuckles. “I’m going 20, you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”
“Matt, tell me what you did to Bennett!”
Matt groans and shakes his head. “If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t leave me.”
“Leave you?”
“I don’t want you to think of me any differently.”
“You killed him! You killed him and you don’t want me to leave you? To think of you differently? You don’t think I will?”
“I did it for you!” He shouts back. Matt’s hands grip the steer wheel tighter. He takes a deep breath. “You think you know him but you don’t. When I first saw you, first fell for you, after our first time together, before that even. When I left that hotel room weeks ago for the first time I knew I wanted you. So I looked you up. I looked up everything I could find about you. I saw you dated him, Bennett Cassidy. I read about what he did to you, I saw the messages he screenshotted and sent to his friends acting like you were some toy instead of a human being.”Matt says calmly.
“Matt…”
“You don’t know who he is.”
“He was my high school boyfriend.”
“Oh he is so much worse than that. You have no idea darling.”
“What did you do to him?” I shout.
“Do you want the fucking details?” He snaps through his teeth.
I flinch and stare at him in shock.
“I’m- I’m sorry princess.” He says and puts his hand on my knee. I move my knee away from him and he frowns, putting his hand back in the wheel.
“Matt I want to go home.” I say calmly.
“You can’t.”
“I don’t want to be here.”
“Is it too uncomfortable? I can get us a cozy cabin or-“
“I don’t want to be with you.”
Matt stops the car and looks at me. “You can’t do that.”
“Matt you killed him.”
“I did it for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that, I’d never ask for anything like that!” Tears form in my eyes.
“Y/n you can’t leave me.”
“Get away from me-“ I open the car door.
Matt opens his door and runs after me, taking my arm. “Don’t go, please don’t go.”
“Let go of me.” I try to pull away from him.
“Y/n please, don’t make me do this!” He begs and my breath hitches.
“Do what? What are you going to do to me?” I try to pull away from him again.
“I’m sorry, darling.” He says. He pinches my neck and everything goes black.
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I'm Sorry Mommy
this is my first attempt at writing smut so im sorry if its bad haha
Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
summery: a day out golfing dosent end well when y/n over hears something the boys are talking about.
warnings: oral,sub!Rafe, Rafe crying, kinda mean reader, fem!reader, dom!reader.
word count: 1,807
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y/n and rafe were at the country club golfing with topper and kelce. y/n isn't supper into golfing but she loves spending time with rafe so she's down for anything even if that meant standing in the hot sun while her boyfriend played his sport with his friends so be it.
“Hey babe can you go get us some more drinks please?” Rafe asks her nicely while lining up for his swing. “Yeah of course.”she says, smiling at him and walking away. Before she can get to far though she hears topper and kelce laughing so she stops for a sec to hear what they say
“Man rafe she's like your little bitch huh” kelce says slapping Rafes back then topper jumps in “oh bro i bet she's just worships you in bed and lets you use her” y/n narrows her eyes hoping rafe would change the topic because they both know whos in charge behind closed doors, but her hopes are proven useless as she hears “oh yeah man she's like the biggest slut in bed. I love it” leave her boyfriend's mouth. The boys let out some whoops.
y/n finally goes up and gets their drinks, heading back to the boys, smiling as she hands topper and kelce's theirs, but when she turned her back to face rafe her smile dropped bringing his drink to her lips she takes a sip looking him straight in the eyes before spitting in his cup, smiling and handing it to him. The look on his face tell her, he knows that she heard him and that he was fucked.
The drive home was silent for the most part. Rafe looked over at y/n every once and awhile while she was looking out the window. He knew he was in trouble but he didnt know how he was gonna be punished and that scared him.
After Rafe pulled into his driveway and turned off the truck they sat there in silence for a couple minutes before he tried to speak “baby-” but he's cut off by y/n “go upstairs to your room and strip.” she turns to him, grabbing his face making him look at her. Oh god she does not look happy. Rafe thought to himself “and dont you fucking dare touch yourself” she stated before shoving his face away and getting out of the truck. Rafe doesn't say anything as he gets out and follows her inside not wanting to make his punishment worse.
As he heads to the stairs he notices y/n heading for the kitchen. “y/n? Where are you going?” he asks cautiously. She stops and looks at him over her shoulder “do as you're told and go up stairs rafe.” she says coldly walking away. Rafe gulps and walks up stairs. In his room he strips and sits on his bed looking at his hard cock, fighting the urge to touch it. Downstairs y/n takes her sweet time getting a cup of water and looking out the window some more just to mess with rafe some more. Taking the last sip of water she turns and heads upstairs
Rafes head flies up when he hears his door close, he sees his beautiful girlfriend standing there with a very unhappy look on her face. “Now rafe do you wanna tell me why you're being punished?” she says slowly walking towards him. “I-i dont k-know” he stutters looking down at the ground knowing damn well what he did to deserve this, just not wanting to admit it. y/n grabs his chin forcing him to look at her, he whimpers slightly at the sudden movement. “Oh i think you do rafey” y/n says a smirk playing on her lips. Rafe shakes his head, tears coming to his eyes, and his cock twitching. “Something about me being uh, what'd you say the biggest slut in bed, and letting your friends say that about me?” she hums at the end looking at him. His eyes go wide knowing he has no way out of this.
“Im sorry” rafe whimpers before his hairs being pulled back. “I'm sorry what” she says getting so close to his face he could almost feel her lips on his. “I-im s-sorry m-mommy” he says as a blush rises on his cheeks. She smiles at him and pulls away. “What are you sorry for baby” she asks the man in front of her. “For saying stuff that wasn't true about us, a-and l-letting them talk ab-about you like that” rafe cries, “im so sorry mommy!” he says struggling to look and hold eye contact with the woman.
y/n smiles at him and places a quick kiss on his lips. Pulling away and letting go of his face much more gently than before and instead gripping his rock hard cock, watching as he jumps at the sudden relief. “You've been a very bad boy Rafey” she says slowly stroking his cock making his hips jut up. “Please mommy, I'm sorry” he says before biting his lip. She starts stroking him faster, making him moan and cry. “Mommy can i cum please let me cum. I-ill do anything” he begs the woman as he reaches his climax.
Right as y/n feels him twitch she pulls her hand away making he cry out in frustration. “Oh did you really think I'd let you off that easily?” She laughs at the poor boy “god you're pathetic” she adds, making him turn his face away from her. “Here's what's gonna happen baby.” she starts as she takes off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in her bra and underwear, while he looks at her with hopeful eyes.
“I'm going to touch myself, you're going to watch me” she says, taking off her underwear so slowly just to tease the man. “And if you touch yourself i'll leave you like this, do you understand me baby boy” she unclips her bra letting it slide down her arms exposing her breasts to the needy man.
“Y-yes i understand” he says hypnotized by her breasts to notice he forgot an important word “yes. What” she says standing in front of him. “Yes mommy” he says looking up at her face with pleading eyes. “Good boy,” she says lightly tapping his cheek before getting on the bed, spreading her legs right in front of Rafe so he has a good view. Rafe lets out a loud whimper when he sees how wet she is. Not thinking he reaches out to touch her however his hand gets slapped away as she tsks at him.
Bringing her hand to her core she collects some of her wetness before bringing her hand to his mouth. Rafe wasted no time in taking her fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off them, while moaning. y/n pulls her fingers out of his warm mouth and brings it back to her core. She moans as she rubs her clit. Rafes cock twitches and he watches his girlfriend finger herself.
When she comes she throws her head back and lets out a loud moan of his name. Causing him to whimper again. “Please mommy it hurts” he begs her as she catches her breath. y/n looks at the pathetic man in front of her. “Hmmm i'm not sure you've earned it yet rafey” she looks at him waiting to see what he says “please let me taste you again mommy please” he begs her just wanting to please her. “Come here sweet boy” she spread her legs again. Putting her leg on his shoulder when he's close enough to her “go ahead please mommy” she encourages after seeing his hesitation.
He wasted no time in leaning down and licking up her slit gathering all her juices,hearing the beautiful girl moan when he reached her clit. Sucking it into his mouth just the way he knows she likes it. y/n runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her and she grinds her hips into his face. Rafe groans looking up at her face. He loves pleasing y/n, he'd do anything to make up for what he did today. He could tell she was close to coming so he shoved two fingers into her wet core to push her over the edge. Hearing her loud moans he caused. He keeps licking and sucking at her until he feels his hair being pulled back.
Rafes a panting mess when he comes up, looking at her like she's the most beautiful girl in the world, because in his eyes she was. y/n looks down at her boyfriend before chuckling which confuses rafe “you really are impatient huh rafe” when all she gets in return is a more confused look she continues “you like eating my pussy so much you came from humping your bed and making a huge mess” at that he looks down and sees the mess he made before turning bright red and burying his face in y/n´s stomach “i'm sorry mommy i-i didn't mean too i swear” he cries scared shes gonna be even more mad and punish him more. Though y/n can tell that he's actually scared and upset so she's not going to keep going…. Tonight anyway.
She shushes Rafe while rubbing his head “it's okay, you're okay sweetheart.” when she tries to get up he holds onto her tighter “I'm not going anywhere my love, i'm just getting stuff to clean you up okay?” She asks him to which he nods and reluctantly lets go of her.
y/n goes to the bathroom getting a washcloth wet after using the bathroom. When she leaves the bathroom she sees rafe hugging his pillow like how he was just holding her and smiles. “Okay love can you roll over for me” she asks rubbing his back, once he does she says “i'm just gonna wipe you down okay? That's it, we're all done for tonight” he nods at her with a small smile on his lips.
Once he's all clean y/n changes the blankets on the bed and gets a pair of boxers for Rafe to put on, and herself one of his shirts and her underwear.
Crawling into bed with rafe he grabs onto her and puts his head on her chest “thank you mommy” y/n rubs the back of his neck “not mommy right now my love. Were all done for right now” she kisses his head. y/n does bother telling him they'll continue this later.
“I love you y/n” Rafe mumbles quietly
“I love you too Rafey” she says, kissing his head again before they both drift off to sleep.
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Explosive tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.
Chapter fourteen: You visit Katsuki.
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You puttered around your room trying to keep yourself busy. It was taking everything in you not to text and bug Katsuki. It should have been enough for you to know he was safe at home, but you still worried about how he was doing. Surely everything that happened was pretty traumatic for him. Being kidnapped by the League of Villains, and being in the middle of that fight with All Might and One For All.
You mindlessly folded some laundry and put it away as you desperately fought the urge to check on him. You knew he had to be tired from all the questioning from the police and no doubt his parents, so you tried to give him space.
You finished putting away the last of your laundry and eyed your phone on your bed. Ugh- fuck it. He can ignore it if he doesn't want to talk to anyone.
You grabbed your phone and messaged Katsuki.
How are you doing?
I'm fine. You don't need to check on me.
I know, but it's hard not to worry with everything that happened.
I said I'm fine. I'm fucking tired of talking about it. The cops were here for hours.
I'm sorry that sounds shitty. Want to come over? I promise I won't ask about it. We can talk about other stuff and pretend it didn't happen for a while.
Can't. I'm on some house arrest shit. They don't want me going anywhere.
I'll come to you then.
You really want to see me that bad hu?
You blushed reading his last text and before you could think of what to say back Katsuki was calling you.
"Hey," You answered your phone.
"I'm going to give you directions on how to get to my place," he said
"You could just send me your address," you said as you snuck out your window.
"I want you to stay on the phone with me the whole time. In case something happens. I don't need you running into villains or anything on the way to my place. I'd never hear the end of it from the damn police," he grumbled.
You laughed at his remarks. While his words were harsh you knew by now it was just the way Katsuki was. It was actually sweet that he wanted to make sure you were safe the whole way to his house.
"Alright tell me what street you are on," he said.
You gave him the name of passing streets and he proceeded to give you what he decided to be the safest route even though it was a little longer.
"I don't want you walking down any alleyways or shit like that. And hurry up you're walking so damn slow," he said.
"I am not! It's not my fault I don't have a quirk that lets me explode through the sky," You teased him.
"Tch whatever- do you see the house with the brown wall yet?" he asked.
Your mouth hung slightly open as you realized the house Katsuki was talking about. It was a rather huge house, that you hadn't expected him to live at.
"Holy shit-" you said being unable to keep your thoughts to yourself.
"What?" He asked.
"This is a huge fucking house Bakugo, do you have a lot of siblings or something?"
"No. It's just me and my parents. Come to the balcony on the second floor," He demanded.
You looked up and noticed Katsuki coming out onto the balcony. He used his quirk to jump down next to you.
"Just grab on to me," he said holding his arm out.
"What?" You blushed taken back.
"Don't be so weird about it, I'm just going to get us back up," he said as he wrapped his arm around you and set his quirk off again landing you both on the balcony.
"Come on get inside," he said walking into his room and waving for you to follow him.
You looked around his room and noticed he was extremely organized. Probably the cleanest boy's room you had ever seen. It was huge too, double the size of your room, including its own restroom. A few posters decorated the walls and a drum set sat in the corner.
Katsuki sat at his chair by his desk, "Just sit wherever I don't care," He replied when you both heard yelling from downstairs.
"KATSUKI WAS THAT YOUR QUIRK I HEARD!? YOU BETTER NOT BE CAUSING MORE PROBLEMS! EVERYONE'S ALREADY DONE ENOUGH FOR YOU!" A female voice yelled from downstairs.
Katsuki quickly yelled back causing your eyes to widen, "SHUT THE HELL UP I WAS JUST KILLING A DAMN SPIDER HAG!"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME THAT WAY I'LL COME UP THERE AND BEAT YOUR ASS!" She yelled back.
Katsuki grunted but didn't respond.
"Um- was that your mom?" You asked.
"Yeah, fucking bitch has been driving me crazy under this damn house arrest," he replied.
You stared at Katsuki dumbfounded. By no means did you have the best family relationships, but you'd never expected his home life to be this way. Suddenly, a lot of Katsuki's personality started to make sense to you and for the first time, you almost pitied him.
"Must be rough not being able to get some space," you said sympathetically.
"Hey, you said you weren't going to talk about it!" He barked angrily.
"Right," You looked around the room feeling unsure of where to sit, until you reluctantly decided to sit on the edge of the bed facing him sitting in his chair.
You let out a sigh, having no idea what to say to him now that you were here.
"She's um- not actually going to come up here, right? She sounds like she'd kick my ass if she found me in here," You joked trying to lighten the mood.
"Tch. Nah, she won't. She wants just as much space from me as I do from her," he grumbled, which only made you feel sadder for Katsuki. "How did you idiots find out where to go that night anyway?" He asked.
"I thought you said you didn't want to talk about it?" You teased him.
"This is different! I'm the one asking the questions now," he replied.
"Fair enough. Well, Yayarozu had put a tracker on one of the Nomu's back at the training camp. She gave one to the police and pros and then made another one for us to follow later. Once we got there Kirishima used some night vision goggles, he bought to look in the building. That's when we saw all the Nomu's and then pros started showing up. Shortly after it sounded like you just teleported there with the other villains," you explained.
"Yeah, it was some teleporting quirk that one villain had. Smelled like shit it was awful," he replied. "And then what?" he asked, encouraging you to keep going.
"We heard you and knew we had to do something. Midoriya came up with the plan for him, Iida, and Kirishima to rocket through the sky to give you an opening."
Katsuki grumbled, "Of course, it was that fucking nerd's idea."
You figured he wasn't going to be happy to hear it was Izuku who had come up with the plan, but you didn't intend to lie to him. "Then when they got you, me, Todoroki, and Yayarozu took off. After that, we met up with the rest of you and you know what happened from there," You finished.
"Yeah- you hugged the shit out of me like I was some weakling you expected to find dead or something," he spoke harshly.
You felt stunned by his words and snapped back, "Hey I was just worried about you! And it was nice to see you weren't hurt at all."
Katsuki rolled his eyes and you both sat in silence for a moment before he asked you another question.
"What kind of goggles did shitty hair have? Did he already have them or just bought them?" He asked.
"I'm not telling you," you said stubbornly still upset at his last comment.
"The fuck? Don't be a brat!" he barked.
"Then apologize! You know I don't think you're weak!" You yelled back.
"I'm not fucking apologizing," he said sternly.
"You're so irritating do you know that! You would think you'd have an ounce of gratefulness for your friends and me! We were risking a lot going to find you! You know that right!?"
"Of course, I know that dumb ass! I'm not a fucking idiot!" He yelled back.
"Then stop acting like one!"
Katsuki stared at you with a bewildered expression, he had no idea what to make of your sudden feistiness. "Ugh," he groaned running his hand over his face.
"Fine- look I don't give a crap about you hugging me or whatever. So, just fucking tell me if Kirishima bought those goggles specifically to come look for me," he pleaded.
You stared at him deciding if you wanted to answer. You figured that was the best type of apology you'd get out of him and gave in, "He said he bought them specially to look for you. Happy?"
"No, I'm not fucking happy, I don't want to owe anyone anything. I didn't ask you extras to come look for me," He grumbled.
"If it was any of us, what would you have done?" You asked angrily, fed up with his attitude.
Katsuki gave you an intimidating stare as he thought your question over. After some time passed, he answered honestly, "Depends who."
"Kirishima. If it was Kirishima that got taken, what would you have done?"
Katsuki sighed, "I'd go get the dumb ass, but I wouldn't have been as reckless about it as you idiots were!" He exclaimed and crossed his arms.
You rolled your eyes at him and stared at the floor as a long pause sat between you both and your next question, "What if it was me?" You asked gently.
Katsuki ignored your question and stared out the window for entirely too long before saying, "It's getting late you should head back. I don't want you walking back in the dark," he said.
You got up without saying anything and stomped over to the balcony, frustrated still by Katsuki's never-ending stubbornness and refusal to answer you.
"Come here, I'll help you down," he said, pulling you to him as he shot off his quirk again landing you both on the ground.
"Same fucking deal alright, call me while you walk back," he said letting you go.
"Fine," you said irritated, and pulled out your phone. "But I'm not some fucking weakling either you know," you snapped at him.
"Yeah, I know," he said, voice softer than before. "Look," he paused and seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment. "Don't think I don't understand what you all did. I get it, I just- I don't know." He grunted and you could see him becoming frustrated with himself.
You sighed feeling guilty for your attitude now. Obviously, Katsuki had been through a lot the past two days. It was asking a lot of him to be happy or grateful about anything right now.
"It's fine, Bakugo... I'm just glad you are ok." You spoke and made a quick decision to test your luck once more as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him into an embrace. To your surprise, he didn't push you off or make some snarky comment. Instead, he gingerly wrapped his arms around you returning the gesture.
You rested your head on his chest embracing the hug for as long as you could. You realized you'd never met anyone as hard to read as Katsuki. One moment she seemed irritated by your very presence and now you felt him giving in embracing you tighter. Your whole body froze as he moved to gently rest his head on top of yours.
You felt paralyzed as if any slight movement would have scared him away like a skittish cat. Although, a part of you wondered what would have happened if you were to have looked up at him. However, the moment passed, and Katsuki broke the peaceful silence.
"Told you, you don't need to worry about me dumb ass. Now get going it's getting dark. And don't forget to call me on your way back." He said, removing his arms from you and breaking the embrace.
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Til Death Do Us Part
A Steddie oneshot
Eddie was sitting in Steve's house. . .well, actually lying in Steve's house. He was still pretty banged up, and considering the town still thought he was a murderer, he needed to hide out for a while, and Steve Harrington's was the perfect place. It still felt weird to think that Steve was a good guy, but it was much too evident, and it made Eddie realize that he jumped to conclusions as quickly as others did about him. It's weird how connected they are now. First through Dustin, then through trauma, and now through bat bites. These scars were going to be more permanent than a marriage certificate. Who would have thought that he would be married with a kid by age 20. . .with Steve Harrington of all people? The thought made him laugh.
"What are you laughing about in here?" Steve asked as he popped into the room.
"I was thinking that these bat bites of ours are pretty permanent," Eddie smirked. "We're practically married."
"We are not married," Steve scoffed.
"Are you telling me we're getting divorced?" Eddie asked with a gasp. "So soon. . .oh, sweetheart, tell me what I did so I can make it up to you! Think of the kids, Steve!"
"Well, you didn't listen to me when I told you not to be a hero, so there's that," Steve said. "Not to mention the fact that you made Lucas feel bad about playing basketball, and you divided him and his friends as well as his sister. So, there's that as well."
"Shit, yeah, I do deserve the divorce," Eddie said, wincing and looking remorseful. "I'm not much better than my father, am I?"
"Hey, that not - I didn't mean it like that, Eddie. I'm sorry. Yeah, it's too soon to joke about it," Steve said softly. "Did you apologize to the kids? I mean, you did. I was there."
"Well, yeah," Eddie muttered.
"Was your dad actually sorry for anything he ever did? Would he have done what you did and tried to buy us more time? Would he have found a place for lost sheep to go to?" Steve asked.
"Well, no," Eddie admitted.
"Than you're a better man than your father ever will be," Steve shrugged. "Hold on."
Steve left the room, and a moment later, he returned with his pillow. He placed it on the bed next to him.
"What are you doing?" Eddie asked.
"Sleeping with my husband," Steve said.
"So, no divorce then?" Eddie asked with a grin.
"Are you kidding me? No way, I'm raising these hellions without a partner," Steve said. "You said it, we're married. Til death do us part, asshole."
"Goodnight, Mr. Munson," Eddie grinned.
He laughed as he sank down onto the bed beside Steve, who leaned over to turn off the light. He was thankful that Steve left the light on. Eddie watched as his husband closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. A deep wave of affection came over him as he studied Steve’s features. Oh, shit, what was that? Was he developing feelings for his husband? He liked girls. . .right? No, it was just indigestion. Eddie sighed with relief and closed his eyes.
"Steven, why are you sleeping with a man?" Robin's voice floated into Eddie's ears.
Eddie's eyes slowly opened, and he groaned quietly against the morning light streaming through the window. Steve was on his back, his eyes closed. Robin was standing over him, her hands on her hips.
"Oh my God, Robin, you can't just ask why two men are sleeping together this early in the morning," Steve groaned, his eyes remaining closed.
"Is there something you want to tell me, buddy?" Robin asked.
"Ugh, can't a guy sleep with his husband without any third degree?" Steve asked.
Neither one of them had noticed that Eddie was awake, much to Eddie's amusement.
"His what?!" Robin exclaimed and Eddie nearly laughed.
"Eddie said last night that the bat bites made us practically married," Steve said and groaned. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Robin. We're platonically married."
"Okay, I'll just let the kids know that their Daddies won't come downstairs because they're too busy platonically sleeping together," Robin said dryly. "It doesn't look platonic to me."
"Robin, stop, he doesn't like me that way," Steve sighed. "I doubt he likes men and women the way that I do or the way that I like him. I'll get up. They're probably going to want breakfast."
"Steve, he was clearly flirting with you! No one calls people "big boy" like that and means it platonically!" Robin exclaimed.
Eddie held in a breath until Robin and Steve left the room. He let it out with a loud gasp.
"Holy shit!" Eddie exclaimed. "I was flirting with Steve?!"
Eddie's eyes widened as he thought about all of his interactions with men. Yes, now that he's thinking about it, there was a definite attraction to certain jocks. Sure, he actually hated some of them, but Steve, he was pretty sure he hated for no reason back then. He did nothing to him or his friends, and he had always kept Hagan, as well as the other basketball players, on a tight lease. Well, he really tried to. Whenever he watched Steve play while in the gym, he always got irrationally angry at the sight of him. Maybe it wasn't hate. . .no, it definitely wasn't hate because he always wanted to bite him. It was so often that Eddie had, honest to God, thought that he was turning into a cannibal.
"Oh, fuck! Fuckity, fuck, fuck, shit! Goddamnit!" Eddie exclaimed.
As the days passed by, Eddie really tried to push his feelings for Steve aside. He wanted Steve to remain in his life and the one really romantic relationship he had he totally fucked up. No, he wasn't good at that shit and it would only ruin what he had with Steve now. It didn't help that Steve was basically taking care of him. Luckily, he was able to move around, and with the help of Robin, he was able to move downstairs. Unfortunately, she decided that she needed to talk her best friend up.
"I already know how great Steve is, Robin," Eddie mumbled. "I married him, didn't I?"
"No, you got married by a couple of interdimensional bats," Robin said. "You did not make the conscious decision at the time to marry my best friend."
"Why are you trying to sell me on Steve? I don't like him like that. I don't like men either," Eddie said as he lied out of his ass.
"You don't?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "And I wasn't necessarily trying to convince you to do anything. I was just talking about how great Steve is."
"Well, if you think he's so great, why don't you date him?" Eddie asked.
"Well, I would, but he's got the hots for someone else. We're also strictly platonic. Let's see what else? . . . Oh! There's also the fact that I'm a lesbian," Robin said.
"Shit, seriously?" Eddie asked and stared at her for a while, not saying anything. "Goddamnit! Okay! Okay! I'm also. . .not exactly straight. I like men, I like women, and I am head over heels for Steve Harrington. Happy?"
"Well, yes and no. You know, I wasn't trying to pressure you into outing yourself, right?" Robin asked.
"Yeah, I know," he mumbled. "I was pressuring myself."
"Thank you for telling me," Robin said.
"Thank you for telling me," Eddie grinned.
"Are you going to tell Steve?" Robin asked.
"Nope. Never," Eddie said.
"Why?" Robin asked.
"I tend to mess up in that area, so why risk what I have with Steve now?" Eddie asked.
"Because these scars you carry are proof that every day could be your last, and I don't think telling Steve is going to scare him off," Robin said softly. "He might surprise you."
"I know he likes me, which I don't understand why," Eddie said. "My husband can do so much better."
"How do you know?" Robin asked.
"You guys weren't exactly quiet the other day. It made me realize that I like both, that I've been flirting with Steve," Eddie said.
"So, you're running away, being a chicken shit, because you've already decided that you're going to hurt him?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
"I would never purposely hurt him," Eddie said.
"Well, leading him on and thinking it's going to go somewhere is hurting him. So, whether you decide to go forward with your relationship or not, you're going to have to talk to him because you're going to hurt him either way. But you want to know what a good way of not hurting him is? . . . DECIDING TO FUCKING BE WITH HIM, YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!" Robin shrieked. "Get your head out your ass. You both deserve to be with each other. We're all scared of telling people how we feel, but you know what I did after we averted the apocalypse?. . .I mean, eventually, I told Vickie how I felt. So, buck up. You're hurting yourself unnecessarily and Steve, especially since you're the one who knows that you like him and he likes you. Meanwhile, he's left in the dark about how you feel. I will not see Steve hurt. Got it?!"
Robin hit him over the head with a couch pillow. Eddie shrieked.
"Alright! Alright, I'll talk to him! Can I heal first?" Eddie asked.
"Yeah, that's fine, take your time," Robin said calmly, lowering the pillow. "So, do you want to be with him?"
"Of course I want to be with him. . .I'm just scared," Eddie said. "All of this is new."
"Well, I did say you could take your time," Robin said. "And if you tell Steve how scared you are of messing this up, he'll understand completely, and I'm sure you can both work through it together. . . You know, if you decide to be with him"
"This is fucking crazy. . .Steve Harrington likes me. I can't believe it. Nope! No way," Eddie said shaking his head.
"Yeah, I can't believe it either," Robin laughed.
"Fuck off," Eddie rolled his eyes.
Steve strolled through the door with a sigh as he walked into the living.
"Okay, the kids are all at home. Now we can have some time to ourselves. Well, us and Robin," Steve grinned.
He sat down on Eddie's other and kissed Eddie's temple as he wrapped his arm around him. It had quickly become a thing with them. . .to always be touching. Apparently, they were kissing each other on the head now.
"Hi, honey, did the kids give you a hard time?" Eddie asked as he squeezed his knee.
He could feel his eyes lighting up at Steve as he launched into details about the car ride. God, this was so fucking domestic and he loved it. More days passed, and he was able to move around on his own, but he was still in a lot of pain. Apparently, Steve was, too, but he had neglected to say anything until Eddie was cuddling up to him in bed and his arm wrapped around his stomach. Steve involuntarily winced. Yeah, the bat bites were no joke. Neither was their venom, which, according to the doctors were never going to go away. Luckily, Argyle and Jonathan offered a solution, but they arrived just as Steve was driving Robin to Vickie's.
"Uh, are we waiting for Steve?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah, turns out he's in pain too," Eddie said as Argyle guided him to the couch. "He's just hasn't said anything. He prefers to suffer in silence, I guess."
"Bat bites are a bitch, huh?" Argyle asked.
"Yeah, the only good thing that's come from it is the permanent marriage between me and Steve," Eddie said with a grin.
"What?" Jonathan asked.
"It's a running joke," Eddie shrugged.
"With the whole kids thing, yeah, that makes sense," Argyle said.
"So, is Steve a good husband?" Jonathan smirked.
"Hell yeah!" Eddie exclaimed, slapping his knee. "Couldn't ask for a better baby daddy."
"Seriously?" Jonathan scoffed.
"You've got something against my husband, Byers?" Eddie smirked.
"It's just hard to imagine Steve being mature enough to handle being married," Jonathan said. "Let alone to a guy."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Eddie asked, the smirk dropping from his lips.
"Just that he's a notorious ladies man, Eddie. I wouldn't get your hopes, man. He's not exactly comfortable with. . .," Jonathan said, trailing off.
"With people like me," Eddie said, looking at him with hard eyes. "Did you just make an assumption about my sexuality, Byers?"
"Oh, man," Argyle said nervously. "I think Jonathan was trying to look out for you, man."
"I'm not his little brother, I'm a grown man," Eddie sighed.
"That's a fair point," Argyle said.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to do that, but I just trying to warn you about what kind of guy Steve is," Jonathan said. "I shouldn't have made an assumption about you."
"What kind of guy do you think that Steve is? Are you calling him homophobic in his own home?" Eddie asked.
"I think he's upset you're insulting his husband, Jonathan," Argyle said.
"I just want to know why you think that about Steve," Eddie said. "That's all."
Eddie was really trying not to show Jonathan how angry he is but the guy was making it difficult.
"He called me queer once," Jonathan said.
"That's it? He called you queer and that automatically makes him homophobic? I've used that word, and I'm about as straight as a cooked noodle," Eddie said defensively. "So, when, pray tell, did he call you this?"
"It was a few years ago," he muttered.
Eddie could tell that Jonathan was starting to realize how ridiculous it was.
"Look, man, I get where you're coming from, I do because I was pretty sure I hated Steve for a long time, and because of that, I held onto my prejudiced views about jocks for a long time. My reasoning behind that is clearly not the same as yours. . .at least, I hope not. After everything that Steve has done, how can you still think anything negative about the man?" Eddie asked.
"You can do great things and still have hateful thoughts," Jonathan said.
"He's not homophobic, you fucking idiot! You would know that if you had bothered to try and get to know him in the last few years," Eddie rolled his eyes. "He shouldn't have to keep apologizing for shit he's already apologized for."
"How do you know that?" Jonathan asked. "You haven't known him that long."
"It's all about quality, not about quantity, and I clearly know him better than you do, Byers," Eddie spat. "Your own brother feels safe around him. The kids look up to him. Nancy trusts him. Your mother and Hopper love him. Jesus, what is this really about?"
"Will won't shut up about him!" Jonathan snapped. "Every time they hang out or Steve drops him off, Will comes home gushing about him and I'm just worried. . ."
"What? That he's going to think that Steve’s the better older brother?" Eddie asked, and then he laughed. "That's stupid. That's even stupider than you holding onto a dumb grudge. You know what Will does when he's over here with his friends and Steve. . . He talks about you. It's non-stop, actually. The kid loves you, and no one is ever going to replace you. So, get that out of your thick skull. Trust me when I say this: Steve Harrington is not homophobic."
"Yeah, okay," Jonathan said softly.
"You need to talk to Steve about this and Will," Eddie said. "And Byers?"
"Yeah?"
"If you ever insult my husband again, I'll punch your lights out," Eddie said.
"Noted. I'm sorry. . . Are you in love with him?" He asked curiously.
"Head over heels, man," Eddie said.
"So, are we good?" Argyle asked.
"Yeah, we're good," Eddie said in amusement as he shook Jonathan's hand.
"Oh, thank God, I thought that was going to get really awkward there for a minute," Argyle said, and they laughed.
Later that night, Eddie was lying in bed with Steve, cradling him from behind. His hand was up Steve’s shirt, carassing his stomach right above his bat bites. He didn't want to let this go, but he was also ready to risk it all for Steve Harrington.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm in love with you," Eddie said softly.
Steve turned around in his arms so he was looking at him. His hazel eyes were big and round, looking at him hopefully. The light from the lamp beside his side of the bed was revealing all of the colors in Steve's eyes. The green and the brown intermingled beautifully, but the light also made his eyes look a little bit golden. Eddie sighed. God, he was beautiful.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I'm in love with you too," Steve whispered.
"I know."
"Did you just fucking Han Solo - mmpf!"
Eddie crashed his lips to Steve’s, kissing him harshly. Steve smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Eddie gently as he threw his leg over Eddie's. Steve’s eagerly kissed him back, his fingers cupping the back of Eddie's head, tugging on his hair. Eddie moaned into his mouth. Steve gasped for breath as he broke the kiss.
"Is this really happening?" Steve asked.
"Til death do us part, asshole."
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desolate. (mike schmidt x reader)
a/n: hi hi hi!! this is my first fic ever..i'm finally succumbing to my creative outlet urges! be nice to her, she's fragile. anyways, enjoy!
warnings: slight degradation, brat!tamer mike if u squint, afab reader
word count: 2,876
Mike has always been reliable, to a fault. So much so, that you can’t even remember the last time he took a day for himself, let alone five minutes. His days were always jam-packed with watching Abby, or going to job interviews. So when you parents ask you to house-sit for the weekend, you quickly oblige. A quiet lake house, nestled within acres of woods. You’d spent most of your summers there as a child.
“We’ll only be gone for the weekend-” Your mother insists, her maternal tone paired with a series of nods. Your father bustles behind her, carrying their luggage from the house to the car. Your father often left for business meetings, but it was rare that your mother joined him. It was obvious that she too, needed a break. Mike stands next to you, quiet, but not sheepish. It’s one of the qualities that your parents love about him. He’s respectful. Glancing over at him, your mother continues, “And we appreciate you accompanying her, Michael.” He smiles in return, warm and sincere. “Not a problem,” He says with a soft shake of his head, easing your mother’s nerves. “It’s just desolate out here, and I wouldn’t want her to be out here-” “Alone,” You finish, offering a lighthearted smile that mirrored your mothers. “Alright, alright,” She says, throwing her hands up with defeat. You’re nearly pushing her out the door, saying your goodbyes and waving as they drive away.
You give Mike a tour of the house that seems mundane at first, but you quickly realize just how much of the house there is. It never seemed this big to you before, accustomed to your parents wealth since birth. But as you pass through the fourth..fifth..sixth room before even getting to the bedrooms, your embarrassment is evident. A flush spreads across your features, heat rising to your cheeks. The notion that has crept into your thoughts has now lingered, still festering as you lay next to Mike in the darkness. “It seems so brash now. It’s almost nauseating,” You comment, and you wonder if he can hear you wince in the dark. He chuckles softly, pulling you further into his side. “It’s fine,” He insists, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Sure, you think to yourself. You know full well that it’s your anxiety fuelling this-the ridiculous notion that it was selfish to bring Mike here-obnoxious, even. Given his living situation with Abby who was currently being babysat by Jane, against his better judgment.
“I could’ve come out here by myself-” You attempt to protest. “Not a chance.”
That’s the last thing you remember before dozing off, wrapped in his arms. You stir, waking up at the other side of the bed, whining softly as you glance over at the time. Your phone shines obnoxiously in your face.
3:32 A.M
It causes you to squint, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Since you’ve managed to writhe yourself out of Mike’s arms during your sleep, you’re confident that you won’t wake him as you tread downstairs for a glass of water. You grab a cup, filling it to the brim before drinking it graciously. A few minutes pass, allowing you to bask in the silence that surrounds you. The wind is harsh outside, ripping through the extensive pine trees. The moonlight barely helps your sight, providing the only source of vision that was barely there to begin with. As you glance out the window, a figure emerges from the stairwell, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. Your body relaxes not a second later, knowing you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere. “Jesus, Mike.” You exhale, clutching your chest. “Sorry,” He slurs, voice laced with exhaustion. “Just wondered where you went.” The trees continue to rustle, the wind ripping through them unrelentingly. You hum in response to his statement, resting your weight on the kitchen island behind you-extending your arms to rest your weight on the marbled wood.
“Just needed water.” You say, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness. “Hm.” He responds. Meeting you halfway, he nudges his knee between your legs, allowing you to press your full frame against him, leaving no space between neither him, nor the island. His chest is nearly pressed to yours, and you glance up at him, breath hitched in your throat. “What?” You ask, suddenly feeling a surge of nerves course through your body. It feels like he’s studying you. He shrugs cooly, lips pursed together for a moment. “Nothing,” He states. “That’s all you needed?” He asks, glancing down at you.
You never realize how tall Mike actually is, not until moments like this, where he’s towering over you-forcing his frame against your own. “Mm-hmm.” You nod, but you know it’s not true. You’re starting to think he knows, too. “That’s all?” He repeats, the feeling of his knee between your legs prominent now. You try to camouflage the fact that you’ve shifted your weight against his knee to gain some sort of relief, but all he does is jolt it higher. The friction earns a hiss from you, feeling the pressure deliciously against your clothed clit. “Fuck, Mike-” You sigh, now wanting to chase the feeling. His hands rest on either side of you, clutched to the marble countertop you’re resting against. “Don’t think I don’t know, angel. Don’t doubt it for a second.” You shudder an exhale, closing your eyes for a moment. He knows. “You think I don’t know when you want something?” He coos, hands traveling to your waist. His large palms press into your hips, gently tugging you down further onto his knee. “Tryin’ to get off, huh?” He asks, brows furrowing with certainty. It’s almost condescending, but you nod anyway. You like it. “Ah.” He notes, observantly. “Think I don’t know when you’re tryin’ to rub your clit against me? Hoping-wishing I’d fuck you, huh?”
The words make your head spin, especially considering the fact that no one knew this Mike. The Mike that would talk dirty to you, condescending and mean, bullying his cock between your legs before fucking into you. You can feel the cotton of his sweatpants brush against your bare thigh, sighing softly as you open your eyes. “I-” You try, but he denies you. Keeping a hand on your waist to hold you in place, he allows his free hand to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You rest into his palm, his fingers pressing gently into your cheeks as he looks at you. “Tell me you want it.” He says, stern. “Want what?” You retort. Usually this works-just playing dumb until he can’t take it anymore, bending you over the nearest surface. You were halfway there.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” He nods, eyes widened just slightly. He says each word slowly, dragging it with intent, as if you can’t comprehend what he’s saying. “You understand what I’m saying, baby? Or has the thought of being a slut for me already made you fuckin’ dumb?” Your lips part slightly, desperate and needy as his words emerge. “Fine,” You breathe, succumbing to your own needs. “I want you to fuck me,” You say, barely able to get the words out. “Please.”
That’s all he needs before he’s lifted you upwards, placing you back down on the kitchen island. The swiftness of it all startles you, gasping softly before realizing you’re okay. He hitches his arms underneath your knees, tugging gently to guide you to lay on your back. You cooperate, really having no choice with the way you’re positioned at the moment-not that you’re complaining. You’d borrowed one of his tee shirts for sleeping, paired with a pair of your panties, as you always did. You were never a fan of wearing pants to sleep, just opting to use Mike to keep you warm. The choice of sleepwear is useful now, the cotton of the tee shirt bunched just below your tits, legs spread open for him. “Bet you’re so fuckin’ wet,” He kisses along your flesh, his words mumbled against your thigh through a string of kisses. He presses his thumb against your panties to confirm his suspicions. They’re nothing short of wet, and he nuzzles his thumb against your clit, rubbing gentle circles as he nips at your flesh. It causes you to whine, twitching slightly with every movement, chasing any pleasure he could give you with a buck of your hips.
“Yeah?” He asks, a smug grin on his features. “Yeah,” You nod, growing desperate. “Yes, Mike, please-want you to fuck me-” Tongue in cheek, he chuckles, placing a final kiss just below your knee before stepping back to admire you. “Yeah, I’ll bet.” He agrees, continuing to rub agonizing circles against your clit. A desperate pout creeps onto your features, lifting your hips slightly before he presses them back down. You shiver at the coolness of the countertop, feeling it cling to your flesh as he works on you. “M’cold-” You protest, glancing down at him through hooded lids.
“I know.” He says, seemingly in his own world, ten steps ahead of you as his eyes study your frame. He draws his hands back, only to hook them under the seam of your panties, tugging them down your legs before discarding them.
“Mike-” Is the last thing you can murmur before his lips are on your clit, working in unison with his tongue. You throw your head back, mindful of the marble beneath you. “Shit-!” You gasp, fingers anchoring in his locks. He pulls back, hooking his arms under your knees, tugging you closer to him. “Told you I know, didn’t I?” He scolds, looking up at you. “Heard you say it the first time. Can’t wait five fuckin’ seconds for me to make you warm, hm?” He challenges. You can just barely make out his features now. “M’sorry-” You whine, softly. “Yeah, I know.” He states,. “Fuckin’ brat is what you are.” You’re not sure if your mouth opens to protest or agree, but he gives you no time to make your decision, latching his mouth to your pussy once more. Your fingers find their familiarity in his hair again, tightening with each pass of his tongue against your clit. It’s freezing, both outside and inside, the warmth of his mouth against you providing the only solace. “God-” You whimper, eyes closed as his mouth pulls moans from you effortlessly.
“Look at me.” He says, nipping the flesh of your thigh. You hiss, whining softly as your eyes meet his, head lulling downwards. “You wanna come?” He asks. You nod rapidly, feeling a familiar warmth nestle in the pit of your stomach. “Yes, please,” You beg, almost embarrassed of how needy you are. “Then look at me.”
You know Mike loves you, adores you, even. He always shows you. In his words, in his actions. When you first started dating, your apartment looked like nothing short of a greenhouse. Bouquets and bundles of flowers adorned each wall, and then surfaces, when you ran out of places to hang them up, and vases to put them in. So when he tells you to look at him, to listen, you always comply. He was the first and only person to break you out of your spoiled-only-child phase, since no one else was there to do it for you. Your parents gave you everything you could ever want, handed on a silver platter. Until you met Mike. It was refreshing to see someone work for what they wanted, and not have a free pass for everything. And now, each time he’s got you like this, you work for what you want.
You vigorously nod in response, pouting with desperation as your eyes stay fixed on his. You prop yourself up onto your elbows to get a better look, and he nods approvingly. “Good girl.” He praises, lips immediately latching to your clit. His tongue works against it, pressing sloppy kisses against the bundle of nerves before sliding two fingers inside of you. “Shit-!’ You whine, hearing the salacious sounds as his fingers pump in and out of you, paired with the precision of his tongue. You feel yourself getting close, hips raising up to chase his mouth. Before you can even speak, his actions cease entirely, drawing his fingers back before standing in front of you. “Are you fuckin’ serious?” He asks, brows furrowed as he tugs you up. Your pussy is dripping, slick against the countertop as you sit up. His hand twists into your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Told you I’d make you come, and you think you can just have it without telling me?” Your lips are parted, stammering with guilt as he scolds you. “I just-it felt so good, and I-”
“Open your mouth.” He instructs, feeding you the two fingers that had worked inside of you. Your mouth opens further, tongue laying dormant on your lower lip as he slides his fingers into your mouth, lips latching around them to taste yourself. It causes his guard to drop, but only a little, his gaze growing hazy as he watches you suck the taste of yourself off of his fingers. “Fuck,” He breathes, feeling his cock strain in his pants. He doesn’t allow himself to get lost in it, though-grabbing your hips again. Withdrawing his fingers, he allows you to stand on the floor, spinning you around as he bends you over the countertop. His hand has miraculously stayed interwoven in your hair, tugging it back as he works his other hand on getting his cock out. “Tell me you want it.” He says, and you finally feel his cock rubbing against your slick, the head gently pressing against your clit with each swipe. He has his chest against your back, holding you sturdy by your hair. He uses the opportunity to plant kisses along your neck, soothing each nip of your flesh with his tongue. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.” Your head feels dizzy with lust, barely able to focus on the words coming out of his mouth. “Fuck me, please-God, Mike-” You beg, nearing tears. “Please, I want you to-”
And with that, he pushes your chest against the countertop, fingers still guarded in your hair as he slides his cock into you, earning a satisfactory moan from each of you. “Fuck, sweetheart, forgot how fuckin’ tight you are.” Despite him fucking into you, you catch him whimpering above you, attempting to conceal it as he pounds into you. “Mike-” You plead, feeling his palm connect with the flesh of your ass. “Always have to be a fuckin’ brat,” He says. “Thought I fucked that out of you already, yeah?” He asks, moans spilling from your mouth as you hear his balls slap against your flesh with each thrust. “Startin’ to think you act this way on purpose-need me to fuck it out of you.” He manages through sharp exhales, allowing his palm to connect with your ass once more. “Fuck-!” You whine, the balance of pain and pleasure nearly sending you over the edge, “Fuck! Yes, okay-” You pant, “Sometimes-sometimes, I do it on purpose.” He moans in response, his pace of thrusts increasing. “Fuck, baby, that’s all you need, yeah? Need me to fuck it out of you?” You hum in agreement, nodding as much as you can with his grip on your hair. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy-” He pants, and you can tell he’s close, too. “You were honest, yeah? Bein’ my good girl? Think I should let you come for tellin’ the truth, yeah?” He leans down, murmuring in your ear as he fucks into you. You nod rapidly now that he’s loosened up on your hair, his free hand holding you steady as he snaps his hips, fucking his cock into you. “Please, please-” You keen, palms flat against the countertop beneath you both.
“Come for me, then. Come for me, baby-” He encourages, reaching a hand around your waist to rub his fingers against your clit. You fold, succumbing to his touch as that warmth catches up with you, knees buckling as you come around his cock. He holds you steady, making sure you don’t fall, pressing you against the countertop. “There she is.” He coos, brushing your hair out of your face. “Come in me-” You beg, “Come in me, please-” That’s all he needs before he’s moaning your name, woven in with a string of other praises. He can finally breathe again, both of you fighting for air with deep and rapid inhales.
He spins you back around to face him, finishing off brushing all the stray hairs out of your face. His expression is giddy, and lovestruck. You mirror his expression, too worked up to even speak. Cradling your face in his hands, he presses his lips to yours, holding you tenderly for a moment. “God, I love you. So fuckin’ much.” He breathes, and you can hear him grinning. “I love you.” You say, and you mean it, equally as lovestruck and doe-eyed. “Always have,” He says, grinning. You blush. “Always will.”
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protection (10) — ari levinson
summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.
pairing: dbf!ari x reader
warnings: swearing, use of guns, violence, verbal argument, smut (rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pussy slapping, degrading language, pussyjob, daddy kink, breeding kink, orgasm denial)
wc: 6k
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You awaken at the same moment Ari does; both of you drawing in quick, shallow breaths at the sound of the alarm blaring. It’s loud — much louder than any alarm system you’ve ever heard in your life.
You’d been peacefully sleeping in Ari’s arms, tucked against his warm chest, and dreaming of exactly that. Now, you clutch the sheets close to you as Ari scrambles from the bed, pulling sweatpants over his naked body and grabbing his gun from the nightstand at the same time.
“Stay here,” he demands of you, rushing toward the door.
“No,” you say from the bed.
His head snaps back over to you, watching as you move to get up. He clenches his jaw and walks back over, then grabs your arm.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he mutters, “Stay here, and lock the door behind me.”
“No,” you repeat.
He raises a brow, silently daring you to defy him again.
“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice so low it sends a shiver down your spine, “Lock the goddamn door behind me.”
You swallow, and he takes your silence for resignation. He releases you and steps to the door again, so you grab his tee shirt and toss it over your head before hurrying after him.
“Ari, wait,” you hiss, grabbing his forearm, “I don’t want you going out there alone.”
His eyes soften, “Baby, I’ll be fine. Stay here. Do not open this door for anyone but me, okay?”
“Ari—”
“Please, don’t argue. I’ll be right back, I promise.”
He doesn’t give you time to form a rebuttal. He merely kisses you quickly, then slips out the bedroom door. He bangs on it twice from the outside to remind you to lock it, which you do. Then, you hurry over and look out the window, finding nothing but the emergency yard lights flashing.
The alarm stops then, leaving an eerie silence to the house. Unable to handle it, you step over to the door and unlock it, then listen for any type of footsteps. When you hear none, you open it and slide out, then move to the top of the stairs.
“Nick?” Ari yells across the house.
“Clear,” Nick replies, “Mateo?”
“Clear,” Mateo says, “Javier?”
“Clear,” Javier yells out, “There’s nobody here.”
“What the fuck set the alarm off, then?” Ari snaps.
It sounds to you like the men have gathered in the kitchen, and you have every intention of listening in on them.
“How the fuck should I know?” Javier replies, “It’s your fucking alarm system.”
“You know, I’m hearing a lot of bullshit come out of your mouth under my goddamn roof—”
“Enough,” Nick groans, “Obviously something set the alarm off.”
“Agreed. I can review the outside cameras, boss,” Mateo steps in.
“Do that,” Ari demands, “Nick, get some extra guys here and have them do a sweep of the property. I want all exit points in the house secured and sealed. Javier, you can fuck right off to bed. You’re not needed.”
“You sure you don’t want me to keep her company while you boss everyone around?” Javier mutters.
Silence falls over the house for a second, and you start to wonder if Ari has caught you somehow. You glance back toward his bedroom and consider hurrying in before you hear a crash downstairs, making you jump.
“I swear to God, as soon as she decides you’re no longer worth the trouble, I’m gonna put a fucking bullet in your brain. After I tear off every finger of yours that ever touched her. You wanna be smart with me? You can be smart from six feet under.”
You hear Javier gasping for breath, and while part of you screams to go downstairs and stop it, another part of you squirms at Ari’s words. How you can imagine his angry face, his bulging muscles, and his dire need to protect you in every way.
“Alright, Ari, you’ve made your point,” Nick sighs, and you listen as he removes Ari from Javier, given Javier’s dramatic gasp in, “We get it, you love your girlfriend, or whatever the fuck she is. Anyway, we have shit to do. Mateo, Javier, go.”
You listen as the two men excuse themselves from the kitchen, leaving only Nick and Ari in the room. You scoot closer to the steps, sliding across the hardwood on your knees.
“Guy’s a fucking prick,” Ari mutters.
“I know,” Nick says, “So, you think it was Christopher?”
Your stomach drops at the mention of your father, and you’ve never been more desperate to hear Ari’s response.
“Of course it was fucking Christopher. He wants her back.”
Nick sighs, “Relax, man. Obviously we’re not going to let that happen.”
“No, we’re not. I could just fucking take him out. That would solve ninety percent of my problems.”
“She’d probably be pissed,” Nick argues.
You swallow, unsure of how you would actually feel. On one hand, he’s your father. Yours first protector, and the man you trusted more than anyone before Ari. Now, with everything he’s done, of course you don’t want him dead, but you’re not so sure you’d mourn him the same way you would have three months ago.
“Yeah. Fuck. I’ve gotta go back upstairs. Take care of the exit points and I’ll be back down in ten minutes to look at footage with Mateo.”
You scurry back into the bedroom as Nick agrees, then twist the lock. Your adrenaline pumps at the mere idea of him knowing you’d stepped foot outside the bedroom after he told you not to, so you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself. He’ll be able to tell in an instant, you’re sure, but you wonder if you can just pass it off as nerves from whatever set the alarm off.
Ari’s knock against the door is firm but still gentle somehow, much like him. You exhale in relief knowing he’s right there, just on the other side of the door, ready to comfort you.
“Baby? It’s me. Open up.”
You hurry over to the door and unlock it, then fling yourself against him before he can even step foot inside his own bedroom.
“Are you okay?” you ask, knowing full well that he is.
“Hey, yes, I’m okay, princess,” he coos, stroking his hand through your hair, “Nobody’s here, I promise. We checked every inch of the house and I’ve got guys working downstairs to figure out what tripped the alarm. I’m sure it was just an accident.”
He’s lying to you, but you can’t tell him you know that. You look up at him through your lashes as his hands slip under your shirt and press themselves against your back, pulling you closer to him.
“An accident?” you clarify.
He nods without missing a beat, “Yes. Happens sometimes. Look at you, you’re all shaken up.”
Your heart is still racing from the fear of being caught, and the reaction your body has to Ari lying to you only speeds it up once more. You bite down on your tongue, not wanting to start a fight, but making a mental note of this moment.
“I was worried about you,” you mumble.
He gives you a soft smile, “C’mere. I’m not going to let anything happen. To either of us. Okay?”
“Okay,” you nod.
“Okay,” he repeats, “You should get some sleep.”
He pulls you over to his side of the California king and lifts you up, setting you on the edge. Your legs dangle and you feel the soft sheets under you, filling your nose with his scent and weakening your resolve. It’s almost like he knows already — and he’s playing into your biggest weakness. Himself.
“What about you?”
“I have to go work on the alarm,” he replies, not meeting your eyes, but instead, tucking hair behind your ear, “I’ll come back up to you in a few hours. I promise.”
You just nod as he tucks you under the blankets, then pulls them up to cover you. You feel like a child instead of his — girlfriend? You’d never questioned your title to Ari until Nick pointed it out downstairs, but now, you want to hear him say it.
“Ari—” you start, but he cuts you off.
“Shh,” he whispers, then leans down and kisses your forehead, “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
You just nod. He smiles at you, then pats your stomach through the blankets before he walks out of the bedroom, leaving you wide awake and alone.
You wake a few hours later to Ari slipping back into your shared bedroom, giving you a tight and apologetic smile as he sees you stir due to his noise. You watch as he closes the door and then crosses the room to get to you.
“Hey,” you murmur.
“Hi,” he replies, giving you a kiss on the forehead, “Did you sleep?”
“Yes.”
He nods, then stands up straight again. He gives you an easier smile, not as forced.
“I have to go out for a bit. Mateo and Nick are going with me, but I have five guys I trust downstairs that are staying with you. I’ll introduce you before I go so you feel more comfortable.”
You sit up in bed, leaning against the headboard. Slowly, you nod, although you really want to tell him not to leave you. He slips into his walk in closet, and you watch his back as he picks out a watch.
“Okay,” you whisper, “Did you and Mateo find anything on the cameras?”
His back muscles tense then. He’s frozen, and you sure it’s because he did find something, and that’s exactly why he’s leaving you.
“What did you say?”
You furrow your brows, “I asked if you guys found anything on the cameras. That set off the alarm, I mean.”
Slowly, Ari turns around. You catch the tightness in his jaw and the stern look in his eye. His shoulders are high and his chest is tense, and when you look down at his hands, they’re both balled tightly into fists.
“I never told you a word about Mateo. Or the cameras.”
Oh, fuck, you think. He watches as you silently scramble to make something up, and even though he’s going to see right through you, you do exactly that.
“I’m pretty sure you did,” you mumble, gripping the comforter in your fist.
“No, I didn’t. I specifically did not tell you that.”
He takes a few steps out of the closet, but he remains a few feet from you. He watches you squirm on the bed, taking shallow breaths and swallowing roughly.
“Ari, I—”
“You left this room,” he states, clenching his jaw, “You left the room after I told you not to, right?”
Slowly, you nod, “Yes. But, I—”
“Goddamn it, Y/N!” he yells, slamming his hand against the wall and watching as you jump at the sound, “I fucking— Anything could’ve happened to you, don’t you get that? Do you think this is a fucking game?”
“No, Ari,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady as you feel yourself growing defensive and emotional at the same time, “I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
“I’m fucking fine,” he snaps, then shakes his head, “I don’t get it. I’m willing to give you everything. I brought you here, and you have a nice place to live, a bed, food on the fucking table, unlimited protection and unlimited money. And you still disobey me when I ask one thing of you.”
You let your eyes flutter closed, and when he slaps his hand against the wall again, silently demanding you look at him, you jump. When you open them again, he almost looks angrier than before. Slowly, you slide out from under the blanket and stand up, then take careful steps across the room.
“I should’ve listened to you,” you say quietly, “I was just scared, and I didn’t want you to get hurt. I’m sorry.”
His jaw ticks, “You will be. I can’t keep having this same fucking conversation with you, Y/N. You need to learn to listen when I speak to you.”
You never realized how much you love when he uses pet names with you until he stops. Your name on his lips, although sexy as hell, doesn’t bring out the same feelings in you as it does when he calls you baby.
Even so, his words bring out a defensiveness in you that you didn’t know you could have with him. Not after everything. Ari’s eyes widen slightly when you cross your arms over your chest and purse your lips, then hike up a brow in a dare for him to continue.
“I didn’t escape one prison just to be put in another, Ari,” you say daringly, “Don’t treat me like a child.”
His eyes darken, “Is that really how you want to play this?”
You tip your chin up, and only when Ari shifts and you skim his figure, do you notice it. He’s hard. You bite down on your cheek to hide a smirk, but the fact only eggs you on.
“Yep,” you reply with a shrug, “I mean, I don’t see you doing anything about it, so—”
“Get on the fucking bed,” he demands deeply, crossing the room in two strides and shoving you back to the mattress when you don’t immediately comply, “Watch me do something about it, you fucking daredevil.”
You want to laugh, but you can’t, because Ari’s tearing his own shirt from your body and spreading your legs forcefully, only to slot himself between them. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down only enough to take himself out. You reach up to touch him, wanting him close, but he pins both of your arms above your head in only one of his hands.
“Ari,” you moan, shoving your hips up and begging for him.
“Quiet,” he orders, “You’re gonna listen to me, for once. I don’t want to hear you unless you’re begging for me, do you understand?”
“Yes,” you say immediately.
He looks down at your spread legs and spits on your pussy, listening to you cry out for more at the feeling.
“Address me the right way.”
“Yes, daddy, I understand,” you say weakly.
“Good, now shut the fuck up,” he mutters.
You mewl when he rubs his cock up and down through your folds, soaking his tip in your wetness and his spit. You fight against his grip, wanting to reach down and put him in yourself, but he’s too strong.
“Daddy, please,” you beg.
He laughs cruelly, “That smart mouth of yours changes up pretty damn fast every time you see my dick, huh, baby?”
You can’t help it. You know he’s right; you can’t keep up with him when it comes to the attitude and the sex. Anytime his hands touch your body, you melt. You’re incapable of doing anything except exactly what he says — especially when he’s so close to fucking you.
“Please, please,” you continue to beg, unable to think of anything other than him finally pushing himself inside.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Feels good like this for me. Might just cum like this and leave you. Sounds like a good punishment to me.”
You shake your head quickly, letting out little moans of protest as you stare up at him. He can see how needy you are, you’re sure, but you don’t care. You’ve never been so turned on, so desperate. He could ask you to do anything at this moment and you’d do it if it meant he slips in.
“Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m— please.”
He grins and continues his ruthless pursuit of his dick rubbing against your clit, sliding through your folds. You shove your hips up in a lame attempt to get him to catch, but he doesn’t. Ari’s always in control, and if you could comprehend anything right now, you’d remember that.
“You’re going to be sorry after I’m through with you, princess,” he grunts.
You groan when he reaches down with his free hand and guides himself into you, listening as you cry out. Your moan is loud and he revels in it, not caring one bit if anyone else in the house can hear — because he’s sure they can.
He stops once his tip is buried inside of you, and when he feels you clench around him, he tosses his head back.
“More,” you order, demand, beg, “More, more, more—”
“Oh, you’re such a slut,” he snickers.
You whine at his words and clench harder, eliciting a loud groan from the back of his throat. He leans down and starts to kiss along your jawline, still keeping your hands pinned above your head.
“I am, I am,” you agree mindlessly, “Please, daddy, more.”
Ari, prone to teasing, decides to give you exactly what you’re asking for. You scream loudly when he shoves himself all the way inside, not giving you even a second to accommodate him before he’s fucking in and out.
He wallows in your screams, moans, and your inability to even form one simple word. He gives it to you like you’re nothing to him; not the woman he loves, cherishes and protects. And you fucking love it.
Ari spills filth into your ear as he fucks you, and little do you exactly what his plan is with you.
“My sweet, disobedient fucking girl,” he growls, “So fucking sexy. So slutty. Did you disobey your daddy just so he’d fuck you like this? Huh?”
You can’t form words. You’re dizzy, lightheaded, and when Ari sees your eyes roll back, he pushes you even harder. His free hand skims over your hip, closer to where he knows you need it.
“Da—da—oh, f—”
“Shh,” Ari coaxes you, finally allowing his thumb to strum over your clit and reveling in the way your body convulses, “Shut up, baby. Just take it. Don’t you dare cum.”
He watches as his words snap at something inside of you, and your wide eyes find his. Immediately, you start to shake your head, but he stops you by rubbing his thumb over your clit once more.
“That’s it,” he grins, “Good fucking girl. Look who’s finally listening to me? Holding it in so well, baby. Daddy knows it hurts, but hold it in for me.”
You babble nonsense as you nod, promising to listen, promising not to cum until he tells you that you can. Ari takes one more look at your blissed out face, your rolled eyes, and your lips that continuously part and press together as you let out little whimpers before trying to speak. He’s so close, he just wants to push you a little bit more.
He buries his face into your neck and bites your skin, immediately soothing the area with his tongue. You whine and buck your hips up, but he stops you with his free hand.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby,” he tells you, “I’m gonna cum so deep in you. You’re going to let me cum first since you’ve been bad, understand?”
You nod. And nod. And nod. He smirks victoriously and sits back up, wanting to see every inch of your face.
“Cum,” you whimper, begging him, “P–pl—Daddy.”
“Uh-huh,” Ari smiles at you mockingly, then licks his lips. This is it. Time to push.
He looks down at his free hand, still keeping his ravenous thrusts into your pussy, before he licks the tips of his fingers, looking directly at you, and slapping your clit. You scream as your body convulses, and he physically has to hold you in place to keep himself inside.
“Daddy!” you wail, feeling tears sting your eyes at the amazing levels of pleasure and pain he’s delivering.
“The next fucking time, princess,” he growls, “The next time I have to put you in your goddamn place, you won’t cum for a month. You listen to me when I tell you something, do you understand me?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you babble, and despite your answer, Ari slaps your clit once more, eliciting an even louder scream, “Oh, fuck!”
“That’s right,” Ari grunts when you clench, and his hips falter as he can’t hold himself back anymore, finishing inside you, “That’s fucking right. Cumming so fucking deep in you, those pills won’t even work. You want me to get you pregnant, baby?”
He snickers when you don’t respond, you can’t, because you’re so sensitive, so desperate to cum. You writhe in the pain and the pleasure, staring at Ari with the most desperate expression as you silently plead for him to let you cum.
Instead, however, Ari gives you a soft kiss on the lips, then extracts his hands and his cock from you. He watches as your haze begins to clear and you realize what he’s doing.
“No,” you cry weakly, still spread nicely for him, “No, daddy, I didn’t get to cum, please, wait—”
“Hush,” Ari demands, “You don’t listen, you don’t get to cum. I won’t be back for a while, but if I get a good report from the men downstairs, I’ll finish you off tonight. If I find out that you touched yourself, well, I think you know exactly what will happen to you.”
Your mind is still too foggy, and you need to cum so badly, that when Ari disappears into the closet, you start to cry. He’s left you, and you fear he’s never coming back. You need him more than you need anything, anyone, and he’s gone.
He emerges a few minutes later in a suit with half the top buttons undone, exposing his sexy, hairy chest that you love so much.
“Daddy,” you babble, “I’ll be good, I promise.”
He walks over to the bed and adjusts the sleeves of his jacket, then gives you a small smile. Wordlessly, Ari helps you back under the comforter, wrapping it around your naked body.
“I know you will, baby,” he whispers.
When he leans down to kiss your forehead, you’re already plotting ways to get him to touch you. To make you cum.
“Please,” you whisper desperately.
Ari just laughs, then shoves his hand under the blanket. You feel his skin on yours as he travels down your body, and with a simple touch, he rubs his index finger over your soaking wet pussy. You shudder and try to keep him there, but he pulls away too fast.
His hand emerges from the bed and he brings his finger up to his mouth, where he sucks your juices off of his skin with a teasing smirk.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbles, “Get some rest. Don’t forget, no touching.”
He gives you a sickening wave, then grabs his phone off the nightstand and walks out of the bedroom. Your brain is mush, your legs squeeze together, and you’re already wondering if Ari would notice if you got yourself off — so much so that you don’t even hear the click of the lock on the door at all.
You’re not sure if you fall into a daze or into sleep, but when your head finally clears and you stir, you realize that you’re naked on Ari’s side of the bed. Slowly, the entire day comes back to you. You groan at the intense ache between your legs, just begging to be taken care of.
But Ari told you not to. And you can’t disobey him again.
With a deep breath and all the self control you can muster, you rise from the bed and walk over to the dresser, where you first open your underwear drawer. The thought of putting panties on sounds like torture, so you opt for a pair of Ari’s boxers. Then, you grab one of his plain black tee shirts and tuck it over your head, residing to making some coffee and getting fresh air outside.
You toss your hair up as you walk over to the door, and when you twist the knob, nothing happens. The door doesn’t open, and your first instinct tells you that it’s stuck. You swear under your breath, then yank on it again. Nothing. It isn’t until you crouch down and see the lock sitting neatly between the door and the frame, that you yell.
“What the fuck!” you shout, banging on the door loudly, “Ari! Open the fucking door!”
You hear nothing but silence on the other end, so you continue to slam your fist into the wood. You’re sure Ari isn’t even here, but you know someone is, and you want out. Now.
You hurry over to the nightstand and look for your phone, which is gone. You toss your head back as you try to remember where else you may have left it, but you know in your heart that Ari took it with him.
“Ma’am.”
You stop when you hear the voice outside the door, then cross your arms over your chest like a teenager — aware that nobody can see you. Quickly, you walk back over to the door and lean against the frame.
“Who is that?” you ask.
“My name is Patrick, I work for your— um, Mr. Levinson.”
His unsure nature reminds you of Mateo in a way, and even though you want to be angry, you know it isn’t this man’s fault that you’re in here.
“Well, Patrick, can you open the fucking door?” you snap.
“Um, no, ma’am. I apologize, but I’m under strict instruction to leave it locked until I bring you a meal. Mr. Levinson told me to bring it up at two o’clock. Are you hungry now?”
“Yes,” you blurt, even though you’re not, “Look, if you just open it for one second—”
“I really can’t,” he stops you, sounding regretful, “Mr. Levinson told me that penne alla vodka is your favorite. I’m Italian, and I can whip up a mean pasta dish. Would you like garlic bread, too?”
You can hear it in his voice, the way he desperately wants to please you in hopes of pleasing Ari. So, you take a deep breath and change your tune. You work your magic the way you worked your magic on Vick, Mateo, Javier, and Ari himself.
“Italian?” you purr, “Wow. I’m sure you’re so handsome. Honestly, I’d love for you to cook for me. It’s been such a long time since a man has cooked me dinner.”
A lie, but you don’t care. If flirting with Ari’s men will get you out of this goddamn room, you’ll do it.
“It would be an honor.”
Bingo. The way his voice quivers tells you everything you need to know.
“Listen, Patrick, I won’t tell Ari. I just want to watch you work your magic in the kitchen. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Your mind wanders to Javier at this moment, wondering where he is. If he’s in the house; if he’s also locked in. You’re sure that if Ari locked you in, he definitely locked Javi in, too.
“Ma’am, I would love to, but there are cameras. Mr. Levinson can see everything from his phone.”
Fuck.
You know you can’t get Patrick to cave now. You sigh and toss your head back against the wall, then exhale.
“Fine,” you mutter, “Can I at least have my phone to call Ari?”
“He told me he wasn’t taking calls,” Patrick informs you, sounding regretful, “Even from you. He told me to tell you to, um… remember the lesson he taught you before he left.”
It’s Ari’s way of telling you to listen. You roll your eyes and shake your head, then smack the door before walking away from it. You assume Patrick leaves, because he doesn’t say another word, and neither do you.
You make yourself comfortable on Ari’s bed and stare at the black screen on the TV, refusing to turn it on. You don’t want to relax. You want to be seething when Ari comes back for what he’s done. How he left you needy and desperate, then locked you in your bedroom like a child.
Patrick brings up your pasta and garlic bread about an hour and a half later. You hear the lock twist and you perk up, but when you see the man you don’t recognize, you just sigh.
“Pardon me, ma’am, I just brought up your meal,” he says quietly, not looking at you for more than a second at a time, “Where would you like it?”
“Downstairs,” you reply, “Where’s Javier?”
Patrick looks to the floor, “He’s in the guest room.”
“Locked in, too?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You laugh sarcastically. Patrick places the tray at the end of the bed and, when he catches you staring at the open door, he nods once, then ducks his head and leaves again. The lock clicks immediately behind him, and you’re trapped once more.
The sun sets, and the bedroom grows dark. You turn on Ari’s bedside lamp and pick at the pasta Patrick brought up. Admittedly, it was delicious. The man certainly knows how to cook. And the fact that Ari knew your favorite type of pasta and even went so far as to inform him of such a detail would normally make you swoon. However, given your circumstances, you don’t feel too keen on giving Ari brownie points.
Soon after you shove the tray back to the end of the bed, the lock clicks again. You don’t get your hopes up this time, which is why a thrill shoots through you at the sight of Ari. His tie is loosely hanging around his neck and his top three buttons are undone, but you push past how that makes you feel.
When he sees you, he remains expressionless. You stare at him, pressed against the headboard with your arms crossed, not willing to speak first.
Silently, Ari reaches into his pocket and tosses you your phone. It lands on the mattress, but you don’t reach for it. You just stare — openly, intensely.
He sighs, “I had to.”
“No you didn’t!” you exclaim, “Ari, I actually cannot believe you’d do something like this to me.”
“You don’t listen,” he explains as he removes his tie, “Look, Y/N, I’m not trying to be some fucking tyrant asshole. I have rules for you because they will keep you safe. If you break the rules just to mess with me and something happens to you, I’d never forgive myself. You need to learn that it’s not always fun and games with us. The attitude’s cute, but in my line of work, it could get you killed.”
You scoff, “Well, you don’t have to treat me like a fucking child, Ari. You could’ve told me that.”
“I did!” he shouts, “So many goddamn times.”
You know he’s probably right, but you don’t want to cave. You want him to grovel and slide a hand between your legs and—
You’re frustrated, you realize. You want him so bad, despite the entire day of torture. He watches as you squirm on the mattress and begins to unbutton the rest of his shirt, but doesn’t speak again.
“Fine. I’ll listen better,” you shrug, “But do not lock me in here again. How did you even come up with that?”
He swallows, “Nick says I’m too soft on you.”
“Oh, nice, Ari. You left me without an orgasm and then locked me in our bedroom alone all day because of something one of your boys said to you?”
He smirks as he toes off his shoes, then removes his dress shirt. The jacket and shirt get tossed lazily onto the dresser, and when he looks back at you, shirtless, muscular, and just the tiniest bit angry, you feel the slick run down your thighs again.
“You a little frustrated, baby?” he teases you, stepping closer, “You want me to make it better?”
“Fuck off,” you mumble, although, inside, you’re preening for him.
“Oh, now, that’s not very nice,” he grins and steps over to the bed, pulling the comforter back and exposing your bare legs. He swallows when he sees you dressed in his boxers and tee shirt, “You’re certainly a sight.”
“I am,” you say confidently.
Ari laughs and leans down to kiss you, but you’re not done being petty. You turn your head away from him, listening to the low growl that escapes him. You try, and fail, not to let that impact you in any way.
“I’m gonna go take a shower,” he tells you, “While I’m gone, you might wanna find my good girl and let her know that daddy’s ready to play.”
You can’t help but look up at him as he says these words to you. He smirks when he sees how wide your eyes are, how much you secretly want him. He kisses the tip of your nose, then releases you and steps into the bathroom. He doesn’t bother closing the door, and you listen as he turns the water on in the shower.
He wants you to follow him. He wants you to come to him, on your own, and beg. You know this. You’ve given yourself the pep talk all day. Don’t give in. But, when you see him drop his boxers into the floor of the bathroom, you can’t help yourself. He shifts just enough that you can see his hard cock before he steps into the shower, and that’s all it takes.
You pull his shirt over your head and drop it on top of his clothes, then remove the boxers of his you’re wearing and add them to the pile.
Ari doesn’t even seem surprised when you slip into the shower. He doesn’t react when he feels your hands on his back. He has one hand on the tiles of the shower and the other is lazily stroking his cock, which makes your mouth water.
He turns slowly, his hair wet and his eyes hazy. He examines your body from head to toe, stopping for an extra beat and observing how swollen and desperate your clit appears.
“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whisper, “I’ll be good. I’ll listen, I promise. I just don’t want you to treat me like he did, you know?”
Ari’s shoulders drop. He stares at you for what feels like forever before he steps closer, then cups your cheek in his free hand.
“Baby, that’s not at all what I was trying to do.”
“I know,” you nod, “You just want to keep me safe. I get it.”
“You’re my only family,” he practically whispers, allowing a new vulnerability to be seen in his eyes, “The reason I have for coming home at night. If I didn’t have you anymore…”
He trails off, and his hand falls from around himself. You reach down and take over, listening to the way his breath hitches at the sensation.
“I love you, Ari,” you say, “I will always be here, waiting on you to come home. Even when you act like a fucking asshole.”
He grins, “That’s my girl.”
He leans down and kisses you, not at all surprised when you let him take control immediately. He backs you up against the tiles and deepens the kiss while the steam fills up the shower, only adding to the heat you feel at this moment.
You claw at his back, desperate for him to do something, anything, to dull the ache between your legs that he’s responsible for.
“I know, I know,” he murmurs against your lips, as if he can read your mind, “Hold still, princess. Daddy’s gotta eat before he takes you back to bed. I’m gonna make it up to you over and over and over again.”
You whimper as his hand comes down and cups your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist.
“Oh,” you slip out before you can stop it, melting in his arms.
“Mhm. You can be as loud as you want. Just let me enjoy my meal, okay?”
You nod helplessly as Ari pins you against the wall, holding you up as he kneels, tossing your legs over his shoulders like it’s nothing.
“Okay, daddy,” you whimper, knowing you’re absolutely in for it for the rest of the night.
You can’t walk the next day, but it’s completely and totally worth it.
a/n: thank you for indulging my slutty side. this idea just came to me and i had to write it. we'll be back on plot with the next part (maybe) lol. i hope you liked it! comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
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Deprived | Seventeen
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matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc)
summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths.
warnings: smut (sorry I'm addicted now), oral (fem!receiving), slight overstimulation, mentions of abuse (domestic), swearing, mentions of drugs (weed)
word count: 3.1k
a/n: this one is an emotional rollercoaster yall i apologise
pov: layla
“Go straight to my room. I’ll be there in a sec,” Matt whispered as he opened the front door. With a curt nod and wobbly feet, I bolted upstairs to his room and closed the door behind me.
I heard murmurs of voice downstairs and I sighed, pulling away from the door as I kicked my shoes off. The pulse between my legs hadn’t subsided and groaned, flopping back onto Matt’s bed.
My pants felt uncomfortable around my legs, the warmth of their heater making me start to sweat with the hoodie and jeans on. I decided I would take my pants off and hide under the covers till Matt was able to give me some shorts to wear.
I slid under the silky covers, mind racing with only thoughts of him as I moved my legs around, the material feeling smooth on my bare skin. The door swung open making me jump before I realised it was Matt and he closed the door behind him, locking it before turning to look at me.
“The second time you’ve been at my house and you act like you own the place already,” he teased with a smile and I shrugged, eyes heavy as I looked at him. The last of the sun was shining through his bedroom window, allowing enough light for me to see him perfectly.
“Not my fault you have a comfy bed,” I retorted as he shook his head, throwing his keys on his desk before walking over to me.
“My parents will kill me if they find out you’re high,” his tone shifted to slightly more concerned and I let my face drop, feeling bad that I was putting him through this.
“I’m sorry. I can go home,” I sat up, guilt flooding my body as his face softened before he shook his head.
“I told them you didn’t feel good and your dad wasn’t home so they won’t disturb us. Just don’t go downstairs till they fall asleep,” he answered before leaning forward, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as my worried gaze softened again.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered apologetically as my eyes fell to his lips before scanning his face.
“I’m glad you called me,” he smiled, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my forehead. I smiled up at him before his eyes landed on my lap and I hadn’t realised the covers had slid forward from his movements, “Why aren’t you wearing pants?”
“My jeans were uncomfortable,” I whined, throwing my head back into the pillows and he smirked down at me.
“Do u want pants?” he asked and I shook my head, my eyes meeting his lips again.
“We’re just staying in here right?” I asked, sitting back up again as he hummed in response and I smiled at him, “Then there’s no need for pants.”
“Are you just trying to entice me right now?” he asked, a glimmer of teasing in his eyes and I gasped dramatically, throwing a hand to my chest.
“How dare you accuse me of such a thing?” I let my jaw drop and he smiled at me as he shook his head. I leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips before mumbling, “But yes I am. Are you done being a morally right man?”
“You’re making it very hard to be one,” he whispered against my lips and I smiled, sliding the covers off of myself fully before I moved to straddle his waist, sliding my arms around his shoulders as the heat spread across my body. I trailed my lips from his, down his jawline to the spot on his neck that I sucked and bit in the car.
“Come on,” I enticed him further as I let one of my hands tangle in his hair, the other travelling down his clothes torso as his breathing quickened, “Have some fun, pretty boy.”
“Layls," he breathed hesitantly and I pursed my lips, pulling back to look at his face, "I'm not gonna fuck you right now."
"You don't have to," I leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips, "There are lots of other options though."
"Fuck it," he mumbled, lifting me off of his lap and throwing me onto the bed with a thump as I let out a huff from the impact. He slid his hoodie over his head, discarding it on the floor aimlessly and I didn't even have a moment to register his torso before he grabbed my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed as he stood between them. He leaned down, placing a feverish kiss against my lips before he travelled down my neck and I sighed in content.
"Matt," I breathed out and he paused his movements, placing a hand over my mouth as he hooked his other hand under the waistband of my underwear.
"Can you stay quiet, pretty girl?" he whispered, a smirk plastered on his face and his sudden confidence had my thighs squeezing around his legs. I nodded, pursing my lips under his hand as I shifted my hips impatiently. He lifted his hand off of my mouth, still trailing his soft fingertips on the waistband of my underwear.
"Please," I whispered, grabbing his wrist that was near my underwear as he chuckled at me, dipping his head into my neck and biting across it making me let out a heavy sigh.
"So cute," he mumbled against my skin before dipping his hand under the waistband, a finger running against my core making me clench my jaw to stay quiet, "You make a sound and I stop."
"Fuck," I whispered, his dominance turning me on more than I expected. My mind was swirled as I trained my eyes on the ceiling, trying to focus on not making sounds as his fingers trailed circled around my clit bringing me pure ecstasy. As he continued his assault on my neck, he dipped a single finger into my pussy causing me to grip his wrist tightly to help myself not cry out in pleasure.
"You're doing so good, baby," he breathed against my neck heavily and I sighed, the praise making me want to moan loudly even more, "I know, pretty girl, I know."
"Matt," I whispered through gritted teeth and he hummed against my neck as he added another finger inside me as I gasped. My high was making it feel even more heavenly as his finger slid in and out of me at the perfect pace, his palm nudging my clit in the process as I gripped his wrist tightly, "Please."
"What do you want, baby?" he asked quietly against my skin before pulling up, looking at me with dilated pupils.
"I want your mouth. Please," I begged, rutting against his hand even more and he smirked down at me. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out of me making me whine from the loss of contact. It felt like he was moving at the speed of light and my brain couldn't keep up as he pulled my underwear off my legs. He grabbed my ankles as he knelt down on the floor, placing my thighs on his shoulders and he kissed along the sensitive skin.
He ran his tongue along my now dripping-wet slit and I let out a whine at the sensation, my senses being heightened to an extent I hadn't felt before because of the strain of weed. I felt the sting of a hand on my thigh before I looked down at him and he had hard eyes, scolding me for making a sound. I pursed my lips, my eyes half apologetic and half begging him to continue.
He continued holding my gaze as he wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub as I let out a heavy breath, my hand flying to his hair as my back arched at the sensation. As he swirled his tongue around me, the feeling of the knot in my stomach quickly rose as I panted into the air, convincing myself not to make a sound internally. He hummed against me as I let out a whimper, another slap to my thigh making me look down at him again and he kept his eyes trained on mine.
I admired everything about him, focusing my mind on anything but the feeling he was giving me with only his mouth as to not make a sound. I gripped his hair tightly, threading my fingers through the curls as I kept my eyes on his with my mouth hung open as pants left my mouth. I watched as his jaw clenched from his focus on giving me pleasure and his lips pressed around my soft skin, his blue eyes illuminated by the slither of sunlight peering through the bedroom window. His arms gripped my twitching thighs tightly as his fingers dug into my flesh and I sighed, feeling my climax approaching easily.
“I’m gonna-” I breathed out quickly before my back arched impossibly further off of the bed and I tugged on his hair, my high hitting me quicker than I anticipated. My legs shook on either side of his head, my heels digging into his back as he worked his mouth around me through my climax. I threw a hand over my mouth, whining into my palm from the overstimulation as he continued lapping up my wetness, “Matt!”
I squeaked out, pushing his head away as he pressed further into me as I gasped. He dragged out my orgasm as long as he could, gripping onto my thighs tightly as I squirmed in his grip, attempting to push his head away slightly but I didn’t put enough force because it felt too good to stop. When I finally decided I couldn’t take anymore, he noticed my change in body language and pulled away from me, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh as his hands unravelled from around my thighs and trailed up to my waist, giving my hips a gentle squeeze.
He caught his breath, looking up at me with heavy eyes as my wetness dripped from his mouth. He licked his lips before wiping his face with the back of his hand before I flopped my head back down on the bed. He slid my legs off of his shoulders, crawling over me and placing his hands on either side of my head.
“You okay, pretty girl?” he whispered as I peered up at him with heavy eyes and a dopey smile. I nodded lazily as he smiled down at me, “I wasn’t too harsh?”
“Nope,” I said popping the P as I sighed, wrapping my heavy legs around him as I pulled him down onto me, “Do you want me to-”
“It’s okay,” he whispered, pushing my hair out of my face before tucking it behind my ear as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “I just wanted it to be about you.”
“Are you sure?” I tilted my head, a small frown on my face as he continued smiling at me and nodding.
“Positive, baby,” he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on my lips as I melted into his touch again. I instinctively rutted my hips into his before he trailed his hand down, pushing my waist against the bed, “Slow down there cowgirl.”
“Habit,” I shrugged with a cheeky smile and he shook his head. He pulled away from me and my face fell at the loss of contact before he picked up my underwear from the floor, gently sliding them onto my legs before I lifted my hips up to help him.
“You need anything?” he asked, leaning his hands on my bare thighs as I leaned back on my elbows.
“You,” I answered quickly and he chuckled before nodding. He climbed over to the side of the bed where it was pressed against the wall and I crawled under the covers beside him, laying my head on his chest as the fuzzy feeling in my brain subsided. The affects of my orgasm wore off as well as the weed as I listened to his steady heartbeat, his hand laying on my back as he traced circles on my skin that was exposed from the hoodie riding up.
“Can I ask you something?” Matt’s raspy voice broke the silence and I looked up at him, nodding gently before he sighed, his face serious as he looked down at me, “What uh- what really happened with your mom? I only know from rumours and I don’t know what to believe at that fuckin school.”
My breath caught in my throat at the mention of my mother and I avoided his gaze, looking down at his lips instead, “What have you heard?”
“A lot of different things. That she passed, she ran away, she got kidnapped,” he explained quietly, his voice full of hesitation as I sighed, laying my head back down on his head before he continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to overstep. I was just curious but if you don’t wanna talk about it I understand.”
He rambled on and I could feel the sympathy radiating off of him as I pursed my lips. I let my arm wrap around his torso as I stayed silent for a moment, pulling him closer to me.
“I was nine,” I whispered and I heard his breathing falter for a moment, before attempting to relax again, “I was talking to my sister on emails with my moms help when my dad came into the room. He started yelling and throwing shit everywhere, tell us we were stupid to talk to someone who doesn’t care about us.”
“Oh,” he whispered almost inaudibly and I inhaled sharply, remembering the day clearly as if it were yesterday.
“He hit me for the first time ever that night. He would always hit my mom but she said if he ever tried to hurt me she would call the police. That wasn’t true though because he beat her so badly that night that she didn’t leave the house for a week. I was so terrified of him from then on,” I explained weakly, not daring to look up at him as I spoke, pressing my cheek to his chest for comfort as he continued running his fingers along my back in silence, “I woke up a week later to a note on my bedside table from her. She said that she was leaving but she would be back for me when she knew it was safe enough for her. But she never came back.”
I chewed my bottom lip, my throat beginning to close as Matt sighed, holding me tighter against him as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Layls.”
“I get it. I didn’t at the time, I hated her for leaving me behind but I know if she took me with her he would’ve found her and tried to get her locked up for kidnapping. Probably would’ve killed her if he was that angry,” I shrugged, tears springing to my eyes, “I just wish that she did come back, ya know? I spent the next 3 years looking out the front window every day just waiting for her to come help me but she just never did.”
I took a breath, a few tears slipping out of my eyes which I quickly wiped with the sleeve of my hoodie, embarrassed that I was crying in front of him, “I always understood why my sister left and never came back. By the time she would’ve been able to help me I was already old enough. But I just wanted my mom sometimes.”
My face was now set in a deep frown and I felt Matt’s lips press against the top of my head, his arm squeezing me against him as he mumbled, “I’m sorry, baby. I had no idea.”
“I just miss her,” I let more tears fall from my eyes, pulling him impossibly closer as the wetness traveled down my cheeks, landing on the skin of his chest as I didn’t dare look up at him.
“I know, baby. I know,” he mumbled against my hair comfortingly as he ran his hand up and down my back to soothe me, “It’s okay.”
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, quickly wiping my tears away as I sniffled, attempting to steady my breathing.
“Hey,” he said softly as his hand landed under my chin, pulling my face toward his. I looked up at him with teary eyes and I bit my lip to swallow the sadness, “Don’t you dare apologise. I’m here for you, pretty girl. Always.”
“I just hate crying in front of people. It makes me feel weak,” I whispered as a few more tears rolled down my face and he swiped his thumb across my cheeks to rid of them making me close my eyes from his gentle touch.
“You aren’t weak for having emotions. I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t express whatever you’re feeling around me,” he whispered, placing a delicate kiss on my forehead as I sighed, taking in a shaky breath before I opened my eyes again to look up at him.
“One minute I’m begging you to fuck me. Next thing you know I’m crying about my mother,” I snickered at the ridiculousness of the situation as his face broke out in a gentle smile, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You keep me on my toes,” he chuckled, his chest vibrating under my chin as I smiled up at him.
“Thank you,” I whispered, reaching up to cradle his jaw with my hand as I ran my nails along the scruff of his cheeks.
“For what?” he asked quietly, a smile still resting on his lips as he wrapped both of his arms around my back.
“You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel safe,” I admitted, my voice shaking at the vulnerability I wasn’t adjusted to yet.
“Selfishly,” he began saying as his hand trailed under my hoodie and pressed against the warm skin of my back again, “I’m glad I can be the one to make you feel that way.”
“Selfishly,” I whispered as I leaned forward, my nose brushing against his, “I’m glad too.”
I leaned forward, a gentle kiss being held between us in a moment of pure intimacy, no external factors interrupting the moment of peace. I pulled away from the softness of his lips, a smile breaking through my lips as I gazed up at him.
This boy will be the death of me.
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