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hotchs-bitch · 2 years

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The Morning After

Summary: When you and your fiancé wake up after a night of drinking, you have to figure out exactly what happened last night.

Or, loosely based off of the Pineapple Incident episode of HIMYM (although I’ve been told that it’s like that one New Girl episode and it’s also giving Phil and Claire. These are all good things in my book.)

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Alcohol, description of hangover (very accurate if I may say so, because I wrote it while hungover), cursing, allusions to smut, a bit of fighting and arguing, mentions of case-related violence (homicide)

A/N: Honey, I’m home! (If home is writing about hotch) (it is) Lovingly beta’d by the long suffering @laurensprentiss, of whom I am trying to drag by the ear out of her sloppy dog boy era, and @spacecowboyhotch. Gorgeous moodboard by @honeybrowne. Anyways, find it on ao3 here, or under the cut!

Happy reading <3

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window, and Aaron snoring next to you; just like any other day.

Except it’s not just like any other day, because your head is pounding and you don’t remember how you got home from the bar last night and holy shit, has Aaron always snored so loudly?

You give him a weak shove with one hand, but it does the trick and makes him fall silent. He might be waking up or maybe still half-asleep, but at least he’s being quiet.

And then he starts to talk.

“Morning, sweetie,” he mumbles, rolling over and pressing a kiss to your temple. He says something else, something you don’t hear, because he’s making your entire head vibrate with his stupid mouth and it hurts so badly that all you can do is slap his chest lightly and turn your head away.

He pulls away, takes the hint and settles a hand on your thigh under the blankets. That’s Aaron; he’s always got to be touching you, feeling you, knowing that you’re there and you’re okay. A hazard of the job, and of how much he loves you.

When he clears his throat, you wonder if maybe he doesn’t actually love you and if he’s just being loud because he’s an asshole. “I said, I’ll go make breakfast.”

Okay, so maybe he does love you.

“Mmph.” The noise comes from somewhere deep in your chest, vague and agreeable enough that he stands up without shifting the bed much. Thank god.

The slow, steady drag of slightly uneven footfalls disappears down the hallway, and you hear the distant ‘clang’ of a saucepan followed by the sound of Aaron cursing. Serves him right for being so damn loud, in your opinion.

You’re starting to sweat now, overheated from head to toe, so you push down the blankets to find yourself wearing a bra and a pair of Aaron’s boxers. They’re warm and soft- using them as pajama shorts isn’t new territory by any means- but there’s a stain on them that smells suspiciously like alcohol.

Eyes squinted at the soaked-fabric splotch on your hip, you rub a finger against it and bring the finger to your nose. When the smell of pure bourbon hits your nose, you gag aloud. Alcohol is the last thing you want to be thinking of right now, with the way your head and stomach are spinning in opposite directions.

Why the hell are you wearing Aaron’s booze-soaked boxers? And if you’re wearing his underwear…. What is he wearing?

Your answer comes a minute later when Aaron reappears in the doorway, holding a tray. He’s got dried blood on his knuckles that you hardly notice, because breakfast smells so good. There’s water, scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a bottle of Advil in the tray, and you settle a hand on your stomach as it turns.

“Smells good,” you croak, and Aaron sets it down by the foot of the bed. He turns to grab a pair of pajama shorts, and gives you a minute to take him in.

When you do, you pause. “Baby?”

“Mmhm?” Aaron asks, slipping black fabric from under his shirt to down his hips before stepping into the sleepwear. He’s obviously not doing much better than you if he hasn’t noticed yet, but you still clue him in.

“Is that…. My thong?”

Aaron turns his head downward to observe the black lace fabric pooled by his ankles on the bedroom floor, then brings a hand up to rub at his temple. “Where are my…?”

“Here.” You snap your waistband to bring his attention to the boxers, wince when the elastic snap hits your ears and stomach at the same time. You pull back the waistband a little, revealing a circular bruise on your hip.

“What’s… Why are…?”

“I don’t know,” you groan, letting your head fall back against the pillow. “God, what happened last night?”

“I came to pick you up,” he replies, sinking back into bed next to you. He grabs a water and passes you a glass as well, and you swallow it back with pills that are way too big for your poor, sore throat. “I think… I stayed for a drink?”

“You think so?” You grumble sarcastically, pointing out the bourbon spot on his boxers. “Just one?”

Aaron pinches the bridge of his nose and wraps an arm around you, letting you rest your head on his soft, solid chest. “Maybe a few, I guess. How are you feeling?”

Your groan into his chest must be enough of an answer, because he just sighs. You feel him shift as he sets the breakfast tray on the nightstand, then pulls you back in close. “Tight,” you complain, and he loosens his grip.

Large fingers come up to stroke your hair, brushing strands away from your face. “Go back to sleep, hon,” he whispers. “We can figure out last night later, when you feel better.”

When we both feel better, you want to say, but you can’t. Your mouth is semi paralyzed with exhaustion, and it’s all you can do to hum into his shirt before falling fast asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, one big hand stroking up and down your back long after you’ve gone back to snoozing.

———

When Aaron wakes up, he finds you faced with a bigger worry than what happened last night.

“We woke up in bed together, Aaron. Almost naked. Oh my god, what if we had sex?” You fret, louder than before now that your headache has started to dissipate, and he shoots you an unimpressed look.

“We’re engaged. It tends to happen,” is his dry response, and you slap his shoulder as he sits up.

“We’re out of condoms, you idiot!”

Two large hands reach out, envelop your own. “Hey,” he murmurs, and you meet his eyes despite the throbbing of your head, “You’re on birth control. We should just figure out what happened last night. You went to the bar…” he trails off, ready for you to step in and pick up the story.

“Right.” You take a deep breath, settling back down. “I went to the bar to meet up with the girls. They were, uh, teasing me. Saying that I’m an old married lady since we’ve gotten engaged.”

And then you fill Aaron in.

—————

“Drink, drink, drink!” You aren’t sure who’s chanting now; you’re three shots in and everything is getting blurry.

“One more!” Emily pushes a shot glass towards you. “You’re never going to come out with us anymore, after the wedding.”

“Not true!” You protest, but you shoot the shot anyway. It tasted sweet, vaguely of cherries, and you’re definitely more lightheaded than you were a moment ago. “You guys are my friends, I’m not just gonna, gonna ditch you!”

It’s hard to hear Penelope’s ’tsk’ over the bar music, but she manages to project it. “You and boss man are going to cozy up and lock yourselves away and we’ll never see you again.”

“Just have a good time while you can,” JJ urges, “Before you’re stuck at home because you’re too tired, or your baby is sick, or something.”

“I don’t even have a baby!” Your pushback is useless, and just results in three more shots being placed in front of you. “I don’t know why,” you say before taking a shot, “You guys think I’ll just be boring.” Another shot. “My best years are ahead of me!” Another shot. “I can party like-“

———

“And that’s all I remember,” you admit with a wince.

“And then I came to pick you up, after Emily called me,” Aaron says. He holds you a little closer, kisses your forehead. “That was about an hour after you went out.”

And then Aaron fills you in.

———

“Well, how is she?” Aaron asks Emily.

She responds by pointing to you across the bar, just in time for the two to see JJ stop you from climbing up to stand on the table. “That’s how she is.”

Aaron shakes his head, fiddles with his car keys while he watches you. “She’s been so stressed with trying to plan the wedding; she really needed tonight,” he confesses to Emily, who waves it away like nothing.

“She’s having a great time. She was first out onto the dance floor, kickstarted everybody dancing.”

It’s an impressive brag, Aaron thinks as he looks at the sea of bodies on the dance floor. “She did? After how many drinks?”

Emily laughs at that, in a way that says she’s personally responsible for the answer. “Seven,” she admits, and Aaron cracks a smile.

“Well, we should get going,” he finally says, holding his car keys in one hand as he makes a start towards you.

“You aren’t going to stay for a drink?” Emily asks, and Aaron shakes his head. “Come on! If she needs to lighten up, so do you.”

She has a point; that’s the only thing that gets Aaron to hesitate. “One drink.”

“One drink,” Emily promises. “And then you can go right home and go to sleep.”

“One drink,” Aaron agrees, following her to the bar. He orders himself a rye and coke; not his usual drinking method of slow-sipping straight liquor by any means, but he is here to relax.

“Aaron! Honeybear, baby!” He hears your slurred voice through the crowd, and winces as Prentiss starts snickering. “Did you come to dance?”

Emily throws her head back into a full-bodied laugh, cackles for a couple of minutes before she settles back down with a hand wiping away tears of laughter. “Yeah, honeybear. Are you going to dance?”

Aaron gives you a smile, turns back to the bar, and orders without skipping a beat, “Also, a double of bourbon and two shots of tequila. Thank you.”

Thankfully the liquor is set down first, and he winces at the tequila shots before drinking them both. He grabs his rye and coke to nurse, leaving the bourbon on the nearest table.

“Honeybear!” He looks to the side, just in time to feel you run straight into his chest. “Wanna dance?”

The drinks have gone to his head sooner than they should have, but he blames it on the club-like atmosphere and grabs your hand.

He’s careful not to let Prentiss hear when he pulls you close and says straight into your ear, “Let’s dance, sweet pea.”

When you let out a peal of laughter, he pulls back to hand his half-empty drink to Prentiss, who trades him for another glass of… well, something. He tips it towards her in gratitude, throws the contents of the glass back, and sets it down.

“Ready?” You ask, tugging him out onto the dance floor with both hands.

“Ready,” Aaron confirms. He raises one arm up, spins you to the beat of the music, and pulls you in for a long kiss as the music surrounds you.

After a few minutes of dancing and more drinks for both of you, you start to complain about your feet. “Maybe it’s time to go home,” Aaron suggests, stumbling a little too much for his taste as he leads you off the dance floor and towards Emily.

Shoot. He really didn’t want to have to call a cab tonight.

“No, I want- Aaron!” You cry out as he stumbles into the table from earlier, knocks over the forgotten bourbon with a glass ‘thud’.

You both watch in horror as the liquid seeps into the side of Aaron’s khaki pants. It darkens the fabric, and he swipes at it uselessly, only to end up with the liquor sticky on his fingers as well as his thigh.

“You can’t wear those,” you protest, grabbing his hand. “It’s okay, honeybear, we’ll find you something else!”

“No, no,” Aaron insists, swinging your hand up in the air. He wonders briefly, drunkenly, why he even did that, but he’s back to his train of thought in no time. “We should, uh, we can just go home.”

“Home?” You ask, frowning at him. “You aren’t having fun?”

Drunk or not, Aaron thinks you’ve got no idea what kind of power you hold over him. Especially when you’re looking at him like that, like he’s single handedly taking away your only source of happiness.

“Of course I am, sweet pea.” He leans in to kiss you, ready to prove it.

Unfortunately you surge forward to kiss him too, accidentally bumping him into a large well-muscled man in a black shirt.

Great.

“You got a problem?” The man asks, accusatory, and Aaron clears his throat.

“No, no problem. Just an accident,” he tries to explain, but his new friend isn’t having any of it.

He crosses his arms, looks Aaron up and down like he’s sizing him up for a long minute. “I’ll tell you what,” he bargains, “If I can get her number, we won’t have no problem.”

Aaron sees you open your mouth out of the corner of his eye- probably to agree, just to get this man away- but he’s quick to speak first. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m sorry?” The man turns toward him, arms uncrossing. “I don’t think that’s up to you.”

“She’s my fiancée. You aren’t getting her number,” Aaron says as menacingly as possible, taking a single step towards the man. Did he stumble forward?

Apparently yes, he did. He catches himself against the man’s forearm and straightens up in a hurry, says, “We can work this out-” before a meaty fist connects with the side of his face and everything goes black.

———

“He hit me,” Aaron frowns, and you kiss the pursed expression off his lips. “He can’t do that; I’m an agent.” His gaze catches his bloody knuckles, and his eyes widen with the implication of where the blood came from.

As a loving fiancée, it’s your duty to distract him. “You’re my hero,” you say dreamily, and he makes a face like he’s trying not to roll his eyes.

“Anyways,” he continues, “I don’t know what happened afterwards.” One hand comes up, rubs absently at the bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“That’s okay,” you promise. “You know what? I bet Emily would know what happened, if we asked.”

“Yeah, she’d know that you call me honeybear,” he grumbles, and you can’t fight the giggles that overtake you.

“What? It’s cute!” Your protests fall on deaf ears, even when you cover his face in kisses.

“Sure.” Aaron is stoic, unmoved. “Are you going to phone Prentiss?”

“Uh huh. Are you gonna let me eat while I do?” You motion to the breakfast tray that he set down on his nightstand before you fell back asleep earlier. “I think bacon would really help my memory.”

Aaron passes you the tray, stealing a piece of bacon for himself as he does so. “Doesn’t help,” he declares around a mouthful, and you shush him as your phone begins to ring on speaker.

“You’ve got Prentiss.”

“Emily, hi,” you say, turning down the volume on the phone with a belated wince. “It’s me. And Aaron is here, too.”

Aaron hums in acknowledgement around his mouthful of toast, but doesn’t say anything else.

“Hey, sweet pea. And hi, honeybear!” Emily greets you both, and you cover your face as though you can hide from the words. “Are you looking for your earrings? You left them in my car.”

“No. I mean, I guess. I didn’t realize-” When her words sink in, you pause. “I was in your car? Pen drove me to the bar.”

“I drove you after the bar. You know, after Aaron got in that fight?”

And then Emily fills you both in.

———

“We can work this out-” Emily hears, and she looks up just in time to see her boss get clocked in the face by some massive guy who was definitely trying to dance with you before your fiancé showed up.

To his credit, Hotch shakes his head, rights himself, and swings back. His fist connects with the other man’s nose in a sickening crunch, and they both recoil; Hotch shaking his hand, and the other man clutching his nose.

As Emily watches, a bouncer comes up to the three of you. He says something, grabs both men by the back of the shirt collar, and pushes them in the general direction of the door. Message received.

You follow behind them, stumbling blindly until Aaron takes your hand in his and starts to lead you out with all the care in the world.

Hotch probably drove here, but Emily knows he’s in no condition to drive. That, and the fact that you’re totally going to owe her for this, is the reason she throws a few bills on the table in front of JJ and rushes out of the bar behind you.

When she catches up, she grabs your free hand in greeting. You stop walking immediately, causing Aaron to walk into you with an ‘oof’. “I can drive you home,” she urges. “It’ll be safer than walking and cheaper than a cab. C’mon.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” You’re still stumbling a bit so she offers an arm that you grip with both hands, dropping Aaron’s hand completely.

“Hey,” he complains with a sickly sweet grin on his face, reaching the hand back towards you. Emily thinks that if any unsubs were to see that smile, this guy would never get a murder confession again. “Sweet pea, c’mere.”

Oh, great. The sappy nicknames go together. That’s cute, even if it seems otherwise when Emily has to hide a gag.

She releases you, lets you stumble back into Aaron’s waiting arms as you all round the corner towards the parking lot. You and Aaron are whispering to each other, giggling- Aaron Hotchner is actually giggling, and if she were a worse person she’d be recording it- until she unlocks the car and opens the back door on the passenger side.

“Everyone in.” To her relief, there’s no drunken argument about not wanting to go home; you both slide into the backseat and cuddle up immediately.

It’s sickening.

“Em, d’you know where to go?” You ask, already in the process of texting her an address with shaky fingers.

“I’ve got it.” She shuts the door for you and gets in the car, starting to drive with one eye on the rearview mirror and the other on the location you’ve sent her. “Did you have fun?”

“Mhm. Aaron, baby, did I tell you what she said?” She hears you ask, followed by a low grunt from Hotch that must mean ‘no’. “She thinks I’m gonna be boring after we get married.”

“Not boring.” There’s a kissing sound, and Emily looks back again to see Aaron pressing kisses all over your neck, exposed shoulder, anywhere he can reach. “Just all mine.”

Emily has never wished to be deaf, but there’s a first time for everything. Still, it’s kind of sweet to see SSA Hotchner, the big scary boss who used to dislike her, cuddling his girlfriend and drunkenly calling her sappy names.

It’s certainly nothing she ever expected to bear witness to, that’s for sure.

She decides to leave the two of you to your own devices for the rest of the drive, until she brings the car to halt a few minutes later. “We’re here. Are you sure this is the right address?”

You clamber to the window, pressing your face against it like a kid in a candy shop. “Yep!”

“This isn’t a house. This is a strip mall,” Emily points out. It’s sort of a sketchy one, too, judging by the amount of graffiti on the dumpster out front.

“Mhm. Aaron wanted to go mini golfing.” Aaron opens the door and helps you out of the car, and Emily watches with concern and mild amusement as you tap the roof of the car twice. “Okay, go! Thanks!”

She rolls down her window as the door shuts, just in time for Aaron to lean in to speak to her. There’s alcohol on his breath, and she wonders if he somehow had a few drinks that she didn’t notice.

“Thank you, for the ride.” He’s pronouncing each word slowly, careful to enunciate, like he’s trying to seem sober. “We’ll be fine. We can call a cab later. Thank you for the ride, Emily.”

“No problem, Aaron.” So sue her for using his first name; he never lets anyone except you use it, but he’s drunk enough to be calling her Emily and repeating sentences. “Be careful. And just give me a call if you need a ride,” she insists.

Aaron waves her off with one hand, the other one already finding its way around your waist as he leads you to the door of the strip mall.

———

“So I left,” Emily finishes. “You didn’t end up calling me, but you texted me the word ‘safe’ a bunch of times, so I figured it was okay.”

“We went mini golfing,” you clarify, then turn to Aaron. “You wanted to go mini golfing?”

He’s too occupied with his injured hand to pay much attention to you. “I punched him,” he says, a frown on his face. Your poor fiancé; he’s got all the power of an FBI unit chief, and twice as much empathy for anyone who isn’t a killer.

“You defended yourself. And me,” you remind him, taking his hand and kissing it gingerly. “Thank you.”

Emily clears her throat, a reminder that she’s still on the phone. “No offense, but I had to listen to you two last night, and I’m still trying to recover. Enough with the cute, please. I’m going to be sick.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologize, squeezing Aaron’s hand as you talk. “Thanks for updating us, Em. I’ll grab those earrings on Monday.”

“Sounds good. Rest up today, okay? Sergio, get down from there!” Emily shouts. You hear the sound of something smashing in the background- a vase falling, from the sound of it-, and the line goes dead.

Aaron moves the breakfast tray off the bed, and you notice that the two of you have cleared off the plates while Emily was speaking. “Well, I guess that’s it,” he says.

“We’re going on a field trip,” you correct. “Come on. We swapped underwear and I’m bruised, you’re not curious about that?”

While he sighs at you, you take the opportunity to stand properly for the first time today. You’re woozier than you thought, and you steady yourself against the bed, shaking your head like that will get rid of the hangover still rolling around in your skull.

“Are you sure about this?” Aaron asks. “Maybe you should just rest.”

“No,” you insist, turning away as you pull off his boxers and start to get dressed. “It’ll be fun. It’s like we’re investigators.”

“We put someone in jail for six counts of homicide on Tuesday. We are investigators,” Aaron says, but he gets up and starts to change clothes nonetheless. “Do you even know where this place is?”

“Well, no.” You grab your purse and phone and start towards the front door with your fiancé on your heels. “But you heard Emily. I texted it to her.”

Your long-suffering partner follows you out to your car without further complaint, and the drive to the strip mall is made in comfortable silence.

It’s not far away, but it’s in a noticeably different area of town. The parking lot is full, so you drive into the parking lot of the chapel next door.

Aaron steps out of the car first. “Not a great neighbourhood,” he says like he’s profiling a scene, motioning to the graffiti on the dumpster.

You shrug a shoulder and get out, leading him inside the strip mall. There’s a legal office, a dry cleaners, and a mini golf place down the main stretch, so you beeline to the mini golf doors and walk up to the desk with your fiancé in tow.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The girl behind the counter can’t be much older than mid-20’s, you think. She’s got red hair in a long braid, and fair skin with a smattering of freckles covering both cheeks. You notice a green name tag pinned to her shirt, reading ‘Brooke’ in neat cursive.

“Hi. Uh, who was working here last night?” You ask, and she tilts her head slightly.

“I was.” When she looks up at you, her eyes widen in recognition. “Oh! You two were here!”

Aaron places a hand on the small of your back, then clears his throat. “We were here, yes. We were just wondering, uh, what happened. We’re sort of… missing a piece of last night, and hoping you can fill in the blanks.”

“Do you mean after your fight?” She asks, looking between the two of you.

You frown back at her. You and Aaron fought? That can’t be right. “What do you mean, our fight?”

And then Brooke fills you both in.

———

“Two for Hotchner, please. Or Aaron. Aaron Hotchner.”

Brooke looks up to see an older man standing over her, holding out a credit card. He’s got his arm around a woman- you, she later finds out- who isn’t tearing her eyes off of him, and Brooke guesses that they’re together.

“Yeah, sure thing. It’s going to be $9.50,” she says, and he hands over the credit card. The smell of alcohol is rolling off of both of you. It’s nothing unusual for this time of night in this part of town, so she runs the card and hands it back without comment.

“He’s Aaron,” you say to her, placing your left hand on the man’s chest. She notes the ring on your ring finger, and then the stain on his thigh once he steps back. You’re his fiancée, then, and it’s been a long night already. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“Okay. Well, you two can start right there,” she points over to the first hole and hands over two clubs and balls. “Just shout if you need anything. Uh, and be careful.”

The two of you stumble away, and Brooke watches you start to play for a moment before she grabs her phone. You’re the only people there, and though drunk, you seem relatively harmless, so she sits down behind the counter and starts shopping online.

She doesn’t look up for a while, until she hears the undeniable thud of a golf ball against skin, and “Sorry, sweet pea!”

When she does glance up, you’ve got your pants pulled down a couple of inches, exposing the waistband of a black thong and a patch of skin that you rub a hand over gingerly. “Y’all okay, Mr. Hotchner?” She calls out, and after the man gives her a thumbs up she turns her attention back to her phone.

There’s a good sale on shoes, especially one pair of heels she’s been eyeing, and she’d be adding them to her cart right now if you hadn’t distracted her by saying, “She called you Mr. Hotchner.”

“She did. Because that’s me,” Mr. Hotchner- Aaron?- explains, turning away from you to putt the ball.

“But she didn’t call me Mrs. Hotchner. Why can’t I be Mrs. Hotchner yet?”

“Well, you will be. After we get married.” He sinks the shot and grabs the ball, and you don’t move a muscle.

“You’re the one who keeps pushing back the wedding!” You raise your voice and drop your club, and it clatters to the turf.

Brooke has seen this about a hundred times in the two years she’s worked here. A little too much alcohol, some underlying tension, and the smallest thing can send people into a tailspin. She sets her phone down completely, trying to be subtle about watching the two of you over the counter.

Aaron, meanwhile, shakes his head like this is an argument he’s had a million times. “How do you expect me to pick a date when we get called out of town all the time?” He sounds a bit more frustrated now, his voice carrying easily up to the counter.

“David got married three times. Ask him how he managed, since you trust him so much more,” you snap.

“I talked to him about how to propose. Are you almost done holding that against me?” Aaron sets down his club next to yours. “If you want to set a date, go ahead. But it’s going to be a huge waste of money when we have to work that day.”

Usually, Brooke thinks, at least one person is drunkenly crying by now. That’s why she isn’t surprised when you speak next, and your voice is thick.

“Do you even want to get married?”

“What?” Aaron freezes completely. “How can you- of course I do. You know that.”

“You don’t want to pick a date, and the girls all think I’m going to be so old and boring, and we’re going to be engaged until we die,” you say, and Brooke watches as the man takes both of your hands in his own.

“You know what’s not old? Or boring?” He’s lowering his voice, and it’s a strain to hear.

Brooke misses his next words, but whatever he says perks you right up.

“Really?” You practically shout, throwing your arms around your fiancés neck. “Let’s do it!”

“Okay, okay. Come on.” Aaron pulls back and grabs your hand, stumbling towards the counter.

Brooke quickly pretends to busy herself with the register, hoping she wasn’t caught eavesdropping, until Aaron taps the counter with one large hand. “Hi. Can I help you?”

“Yes. My fiancée and I-” you cut Aaron off with a squeal of excitement, and he shushes you with a smile- “Need to get married. Right away. Is there a... a place where we could do that?”

There’s a legal office in the strip mall, but they’re definitely closed by now, so she shakes her head. “Nowhere that’s open,” she says apologetically.

“You don’t get it. If we don’t get married, we’re not gonna get married,” you insist, and Brooke doesn’t really have a response for that.

“She means it’s a special circumstance. We go on a lot of business trips,” Aaron explains. “We need to have a wedding. Tonight.”

“Legally, I don’t think that’s happening tonight,” Brooke says apologetically. As soon as she finishes speaking, an idea pops into her head. It’s got to be the stupidest idea she’s ever had, but you both seem like nice people. Albeit, nice people who had a few too many, but still. “What if you did a fake wedding instead?”

“A fake wedding! Yeah. Yeah, we can do that. Right, honeybear?” You ask, and Brooke watches Aaron for his reaction.

She bites back the sting of jealousy when Aaron says, “Of course we can, sweet pea,” and kisses you. Boys her age would never agree to something like this.

“Okay, y’all!” She claps once, then grabs two plastic water bottles. She takes the caps off both, grabs the little plastic rings from around the neck of the bottles. “Here are your rings. Just… go ahead, I guess.”

“Uh huh. Okay.” You take both rings from her and hand one to Aaron while he moves to stand across from you, holding both of your hands while swaying slightly on his feet. “Um… I’m nervous now,” you confess, and Aaron chuckles.

“Want me to go first?” He offers, and you nod. “Okay. Um…” he looks over at Brooke, squinting at her nametag. “Can we have a minute? This is going to be embarrassing,” he admits, and Brooke just laughs at that.

“Of course. I’ll be cleaning up the course, you two can take your time and shout if you need anything. And, uh, congrats,” she says, walking over to where your clubs were abandoned.

She keeps a safe distance, out of earshot but with an eye on you both, as she tidies the course and puts things back where they’re supposed to be and you say what she can only assume are sickeningly sweet drunk wedding vows. At one point she gets on the floor to grab a ball out of the windmill, and when she turns around, you’re both gone.

———

“That’s all I saw,” Brooke says. “I wasn’t even sure if y’all got home safe, but you left these behind.”

After a moment of searching under the register, she pulls out two plastic rings. You take them from her, clutching them both tight in one hand.

“Um, thank you. For everything,” you say softly, and she smiles and nods and waves politely while you go back outside.

You walk back to the car and drive in silence for a few minutes before Aaron speaks. “So, a wedding date,” he prompts, and you shake your head with a smile.

“I can’t believe we did that. But if we’ve got the vows out of the way, maybe we can just get it legalized and skip the whole wedding hassle,” you suggest, playing with the plastic ring that you’ve slipped onto a finger.

“Or, I’ve got another idea,” your fiancé says. “We don’t have to, of course, but it might be a nice alternative.”

And then Aaron fills you in.

———

“A toast!” Emily says, clinking her spoon to her champagne glass. “To SSA’s Honeybear and Sweet Pea Hotchner, with whom I am never drinking again. Cheers!”

“Cheers!” The BAU team and their dates all echo her from their various spots around Rossi’s garden. There are only a few snickers at the nickname, thank god, or you’d be holding your new husband back from demoting your friend.

“This was a good idea,” you commend him, tipping your champagne glasses together before taking a sip.

“Hey, hey, not too much of that.” Aaron gently pulls your champagne glass away. “Are you looking to repeat the other night with the honeymoon, this time?”

You let out a giggle, and turn to kiss him. One hand settles against the side of Aaron’s face, carefully avoiding the bruise shining on his cheekbone that has steadily shown up in the last day and a half. “Depends. Do you want to go to Europe, or somewhere tropical? I don’t care, as long as we’re gone for a month.”

“Don’t,” Aaron warns, but it’s through a snorted laugh. You both look up when hands land on your shoulder, only to see Dave standing between you.

“So,” he asks, “Are you kids having fun?”

Aaron nods and sips his champagne, leaving you to answer aloud.

“We are. Thank you for officiating, and helping us with this on such short notice.” You wave a hand around to the garden, which has tables and chairs and even a tent set up, and is strung with fairy lights throughout.

“Short notice?” Dave snickers and grabs himself a glass of wine from the bottle next to you. “We’ve had bets on when you’d do this for months. All of this has been ready in the garage since you got engaged.”

At both of your surprised expressions, he just chuckles. “You’re a part of the BAU! You’re never going to have more than a day’s notice for anything; how were you supposed to plan a wedding?” He walks away, still laughing under his breath as he goes to talk to Derek and Savannah.

“Zero privacy,” Aaron mutters to himself, one of his hands finding yours under the table. “We work with animals.”

“They’re not that bad,” you chastise, squeezing his hand in your own as you look out at your friends, all of them either gathered in small conversations or on the dance floor. “We’re lucky to have them.”

“We’d be lucky to have private nicknames. Or less bets placed on our relationship,” he counters, but you can see the way his gaze softens when he looks at Penelope and Spencer playing with JJ’s sons.

“Don’t be like that. I’ll make it up to you later,” you coax, turning again to kiss Aaron’s cheek, and then his jaw. “You know, JJ said that I’m never going to come out because I’ll be too tired, or I’ll have a sick baby, or something.”

Aaron watches as you take another sip of champagne. “So?” He asks, his voice going slightly deeper.

“So, there isn’t even a baby yet. But if you can be nice for a couple more hours, I’ll let you try to change that,” you tease, and Aaron’s hand tightens on yours. “What do you say, honeybear? Gonna give me a reason to stay home from girl’s night in a year?”

Aaron actually lets out a little groan at that, bringing your hand up to kiss the back of it. In lieu of a wedding band because of the short notice, you’ve got a plastic bottle ring wrapping around your finger next to the engagement ring you’ve had on for months. “Sweet pea, I’ll give you a reason to never leave the house again,” he promises, low and husky.

You sigh dramatically at that. “I can’t believe the girls were right. I’m going to be an old, married woman. All boarded up, no time for my friends.”

“More time for me, then,” Aaron murmurs. You giggle, turning your attention back to watching your friends interact. This is one of the best nights of your life, and you would have never had it if you hadn’t had too much to drink and then spent a day unraveling the mysteries of the night before.

You never end up finding out why you swapped underwear.

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Assistant Boy | (m)

Pairing | jungkook x reader

Word Count | 12k

Genre | assistant boy!jungkook x desk receptionist!reader, smut (lol)

Summary | sitting pretty at a desk all day gets boring, dealing with minimal tasks and check ins. you're unbelievably excited when a new assistant joins the office. and said assistant is a pretty boy with an even prettier personality.

Index | sexual content, dirty talking, bondage (hands bound, blindfold), fingering, oral (both male and female receiving), unprotected sex, snowballing, sub! Jk, overstimulation, hair pulling, rough sex (-ish), jungkook is so shy, big schlong jk, mutual pinning

A/N | uhmmmmm, purely self indulgent LMAO. i had so much fun writing this though, jungkook is so cute throughout this entire thing. i was going to add a scene with them fooling around in the office....but i didn't. (i might add it later) i hope you enjoy this read, and give me feedback if there's anything else you wanna read!!

"Morning, Yoongi!" You smiled, poking your head into his office for a brief moment to see what he's up to. He's sitting behind his desk, window blinds half-open as the sun is just now beginning to rise. Seeing the sun just barely poking up from the horizon reminds you of the early hour, approximately a bit before 7 am, as you get to work. Yoongi, as scary and boss-like as he is, is one of the sweetest employees once you get to know him. He looks intimidating sitting in his chair, elbows resting on the tabletop as he glances around. "Do you want your morning coffee?" You laugh as he looks half asleep.

"Yes please, just black will be good." He smiles slightly, gums just barely showing from underneath his upper lip. He gives you a small thumbs-up as he finishes his sentence, going back to looking around his office. After mocking his gesture, you leave and head to the breakroom. Your skirt is uncomfortably tight around your waist, the material ending just above your knees. You've always hated business attire, and it just happened to be your luck to choose a receptionist job where the dress code is a nice blouse and bottoms. To be fair, the pay is way above average, not to mention the paid vacation time 2-3 times a year. The company itself is pretty well-known too, something regarding marketing that you couldn't even begin to understand. Your degree was nowhere near business anyway, so what does it matter?

You make your way back to Yoongi's office, a small smile on your face as you present his cup of coffee. "Mr. Min, your saving grace is here!" You dramatically proclaim, earning a small chuckle from him. Namjoon must've made his way into his office as well, relaxing in the chairs opposite of where Yoongi sits. While you don't know Namjoon too well, you know that both of them are close friends. Stumbling across both of them at a bar once made you embarrassed enough to steer clear of that specific one. You also know that Namjoon has a small bonsai tree that he takes really good care of. While he was on vacation, Yoongi had to babysit it once and you've never seen him more stressed out. It sits on the windowsill of his office. "Good morning, Mr. Kim," You quickly offered a small bow, sitting the coffee on a coaster.

"Mr. Kim? You make me feel like I'm 60 years old." He jokingly groaned, making Yoongi laugh at the both of you. "You can just call me Namjoon if you'd like." You quickly thanked him before realizing the time. You're technically supposed to be at your spot at 7 on the dot, but no one usually hassles you about it.

"I've got to get to my desk, see you guys around!" You smiled, making your way to the receptionist's desk. It sat in the middle of the floor, the elevator being directly in front with a few seats and decorations in between. It's not a very difficult job theoretically, sign people in, schedule meetings, cancel meetings, help people who got lost, etc. Relatively uneventful from day to day in all honesty. You could hear the elevator ding open, not paying much attention to it as you assumed it was one of your bosses just getting in. It was more or less likely Jin, he's usually the last one in the building.

You jumped slightly as you heard a voice in front of you, "Excuse me, ma'am." His voice was slightly shaky and small compared to the large, empty waiting area. You glanced up, slightly taken back by the person the voice belonged to. He had long, dark hair that just went past his eyes but was styled so it didn't get in his way. You could see the shimmer of silver jewelry decorating his ears as he pushed back his hair and a similar necklace that was hidden underneath his collar. He was dressed formally, in a casual suit with a well-done tie.

He was breathtaking, not something you normally see walking around here. "Good Morning! How can I help you?" You smiled, looking for any sort of name tag but finding nothing. If visitors are here for a meeting, they more or less wear some sort of tag on them. You've never seen him around here before, and he looked much too young to be a business partner you thought.

"I'm here to see Mr. Min." He said, making his voice very clear but still small and quiet. He looked too out of place, glancing around the receptionist desk and waiting room as if he were a lost puppy.

After nodding to him, you glanced over to your computer. You can see all of the scheduled meetings for the day and each one has a check-in button. "Mr. Min does not have any meetings until 11 am. Are you sure it's Min Yoongi?" You asked as nicely as possible, seeing his hands shake slightly as he folded them in front of himself. Maybe he does have a meeting but just mixed up the names.

"Yes, yes it's Yoongi. But I'm not here for a meeting, I'm his new assistant." He explained, never unfolding his hands. Your heart ached for him, he was shaking with nerves. Your heart ached even more thinking about this poor boy sitting in front of Yoongi.

"Oh, I see, I see. I'll take you to his office. " You smiled, getting up and gesturing for him to follow. He did, following slightly behind you as you walked past various offices. You wanted to spark up some sort of conversation, but since he was behind you it just felt awkward. "I'll give you some top secret advice, ok?" You said, causing him to smile slightly. "Yoongi isn't as scary as he looks. He just tries to come off that way for business relations you see. You guys will be good friends in no time, I'm sure of it. If he likes you enough, he'll even take you out to dinner one time."

This seemed to relax him slightly, but that was quickly gone as you stopped in front of his office. "I'm Jungkook, by the way." He said, rubbing his palms together. It's a bit late for name exchanges, you thought, but better late than never you suppose.

"I'm y/n." You smiled, knocking on the door. "Yoongi? I have a present for you." You smiled at Jungkook who seemed more relaxed, pushing the door open. "Yoongi, this is Jungkook, your new assistant. Jungkook, this is Yoongi." You said, holding the door open so he could walk in. Jungkook formally introduced himself first, followed by Yoongi. You could instantly tell it was going to be awkward, cringing in on yourself. As they began talking, you slowly slipped out of the room and made your way back to the desk.

You hope he'll stick with the job and not let Yoongi scare him away. It would be really fun to have a new guy closer to your age to hang around with. If you were lucky, you might be able to catch him on his lunch break if Yoongi doesn't send him out. Your reality is sadly crushed as a few hours pass by and you spot him shuffling down the hall, note in hand.

"Where are you goin', assistant boy?" You call out as he walks past you, a small smile spreading across your face and you prop your head upon your palm. You can't help but chuckle lightly as he visibly jumps, spinning around to face you. You already know where exactly he's going and what exactly he has written on the note, Yoongi is too predictable. You just wanted to see him squirm as he explained what he was doing.

"Uhm, hi?" He smiles, gripping the paper slightly harder as it crinkles. "I'm heading out to get Yoongi's lunch and a smoothie he wants." He explains, waving the note at you.

"Do you know what café you're heading to?" You smirk, knowing the answer to that question already too. His eyebrows fall for a moment as he scans his note over, searching for any café name. You assume he either didn't write it down, or Yoongi didn't mention it because he shoved the crinkled paper into his pocket. He looks so defeated and he hasn't even made it through a whole day, arms hanging at his side, tie a little looser than it was this morning, hair messier from most likely rustling it.

"No, I don't. I'll go ask him."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take you." You smile, already getting up before he has any chance to deny your offer. "I need to take my lunch break anyway." After collecting your stuff as quickly as possible, you make your way over to the elevator with Kook right behind you.

"So, do you always leave your desk unattended?" He asks quietly and for a second you can't tell if it's an insult or a joke. You have to peek over your shoulder at him, a small smirk playing on his face as he tries not to laugh at himself.

"Hahaha, you should be thankful you know. Yoongi would've gotten mad if you forgot to write down the name." You smile, facing back towards the elevator doors. You can feel him thinking behind you for a moment before he finally speaks up.

"Would he be mad at me?" He whispers, making you bust out laughing.

"No, no, I was just kidding. He's not that mean. Anyway, how have you guys been getting along?" You finally turned completely around in the elevator to face him, thus giving you a chance to glance over him. He flushes as you make eye contact, cheeks pink as he looks around at the walls. His eyes are wide and innocent, sparkling slightly underneath the overhead lights.

"You know, we've just been making small talk all morning. And he's been telling me what I need to do, but this is the first task he's given me." He nods, patting his pocket where the note sat. "I think he's cool though, he speaks quietly and it makes me calm."

You want to keep the conversation going, racking your brain for any sort of relevant topic. "Have you met any of the others today? Namjoon or Jin?" You made eye contact once again as he looked around, his eyes leaving just as fast as before.

"Uhm, I believe Mr. Namjoon was in his office this morning, but he left when he saw me." He explained, his sentence being ended by the elevator dinging. You walked out first, Kook following you once more. As you walked to the café, you had him write down the directions in case he forgot later on. He's extremely observant and uses landmarks to figure out where he's going rather than street names.

"I promise it'll get easier. The first day is always very overwhelming, especially with Yoongi." You laughed, "On my first day, Namjoon helped me out. I was too afraid to talk to Yoongi.”

Jungkook laughed at you, obviously humored by your reluctance to even talk to Yoongi. You get to the café a few moments later, opening the door for Jungkook and adding a small, “ladies first” to see his reaction. There was very little if any, just a small smile before his face fell again, eyes wide and glossy. Maybe he's just nervous because of Yoongi?

“So, I just go up there and get his order?” He asks, rubbing the palms of his hands together as he psyches himself up. You nod, nudging him lightly towards the cash register, rather than the pick-up window he was currently standing at. He's embarrassed, you can tell as he talks to the worker with his head slightly bowed.

You decided to get the same smoothie as Yoongi, knowing how good they are because you stole a sip once. And by stealing, you asked him beforehand and he replied with a vaguely threatening, “Don’t touch my drink, desk lady.” So of course, you touched it. Unfortunately, you forgot to remember a single smoothie is close to $10 whole dollars, cringing for a brief moment. Jungkook immediately notices your dreadful eyes, butting in with a sweet, “I'll pay for you, noona!” The gesture makes your heart swell, but you’re quick to turn him down.

“No, no! I get paid plenty for just sitting around all day, I got it!” You smile, gently pushing him back towards the pickup window. His eyes are wide as he smiles back at you, eyes sparkling just slightly under the lights. After paying the ridiculous $10, you meet up with him at the pick-up window. “Do you think you can walk us back to work?” You tease, already testing how well he knows his way.

“With ease,” he smiles, a bit of arrogance washing over his face, common for a boy his age. He does exactly that after you leave, easily using landmarks to guide the two of you where you need to go. He’s proud of himself, you can tell, but he’ll never say it out loud.

“Good job, kook!” You smile, rubbing his back for a brief moment of congratulations. You step off at your floor first, Jungkook following before making his way to Yoongi’s office. You ponder for a moment before following him, slipping into his office just as Yoongi bites into his sandwich. Your body stops abruptly as you can hear the slam of his sandwich back into the wrapper.

“I said no pickles.” He mumbles, not angry but also not pleased. While Jungkook seems like a strong man, it’s easy to tell he’s overwhelmed with his first day and won’t be able to digest this. You thank whatever gut feeling told you to come in here after him.

“Sorry Yoongi, that’s my fault. I ordered it for him,” You explain, grabbing the sandwich off of his desk. “I’ll be back in 10 minutes with the correct order.” You bow lower than needed, staring at your heels that are 100% coming off as you run to the café. It’s technically not the truth, but you can’t bear to send Jungkook back out. Yoongi isn’t mad, simply going back to his laptop which sits directly in front of him now. Before jungkook has any time to react, you book it out of the office, snatching your heels off in the process.

It’s exactly 9 minutes later when you return to his office, slightly sweaty with a new sandwich (as well as the old one) in hand. “Here’s your correct order, and they added a bag of chips for the trouble.” You explain, handing it to him before making your leave. Yoongi knows you took the fall, but he won’t say anything, not yet anyway.

You don't see either of them for the rest of the day, sitting at your desk and dealing with whoever comes in. Along with that, you took your extra free time and began to clean up around the reception area. At around 5 is when you normally pack up, but Yoongi has a meeting coming in around 5:30 so you’re forced to stay awhile longer.

“Uhm, Y/N?” A small voice mumbles, a smile spreading across your face as it can only be one person.

“There’s my favorite boy! Are you off work?” You smile, spinning around to face him. He gives you a small nod, glancing back to Yoongi’s office as if he were reassuring himself he can leave. “How was your first day? Exciting huh?” You smile, resting your head on your hands.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” He explains, fidgeting with his hands. You can read his expression as he now messes with his tie.

“I wanted your first day to be good, I can’t have Yoongi scaring you off the first day.” You laugh to yourself, checking the time. 10 more minutes and you’re out of here. “Plus, I needed my cardio for today.”

Jungkook finally laughs, the awkward atmosphere dissipating. “Uhm, can I take you out to dinner?” You glance up to meet his expression, ears red and face slightly flushed. “Not like that! As just like a thank you! For helping me today.” He’s talking with his hands, gesturing around the office.

“I get off in….less than 10 minutes. Maybe even earlier if they come in early.” As if on cue, the elevator door dings, revealing the man you were not so patiently waiting on. “Mr. Park? Yes, Mr. Min is waiting in his office. You're good to go back.” You smile, checking him in. Jungkook waits until he’s completely in his office to speak up again.

“So, you’re off now?”

This causes you to giggle, logging off of your computer, and happily jumping up. “Yep, let’s go!” You smile, grabbing your belongings and heading to the elevator.

Much to your dismay, Jungkook insists on driving you to the restaurant despite your car being in the parking garage. There's a small banter that somehow, the boy has an answer for everything.

“Well, how am I going to get home?”

“I’ll drop you off!”

“How will I get to work tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“What happens if someone breaks into my car?”

“There are cameras all around the building, Yoongi showed me the security footage.” You cringe at this, knowing there’s a camera that sits in the corner of the waiting room. Now and then you’ll stare directly at it, hoping Yoongi is checking the camera at that exact moment. It's a gamble and it’s very unlikely, but it happens every once in a blue moon. “We saw you glaring at the camera.”

At this, you want to jump out of the car. Jungkook cackles next to you, completely different than when he was on the clock. He’s still rather shy, reserved, and quiet by nature, but you can see his personality more. “Please stop, I do it to freak out Yoongi sometimes.”

“How do you know he’s watching?”

“....I don’t.” This causes him to laugh again, pulling into the parking lot with tears forming in his eyes. How embarrassing this turns out to be. Dinner goes smoothly, both of you making small talk about anything that crosses your mind. Things such as college, high school, past jobs, hobbies, etc. You learn that Jungkook is both exactly who you think he is, but also the complete opposite. He likes tattoos and even has some of his own, he likes gaming but also going out with friends. He's competitive by nature and hates losing. He’s reserved and quiet but becomes the life of the party with his friends.

You also learn that he’s just shy of a year younger than you, something you thank the heavens for. You don't think you could stand the cougar jokes from Yoongi if you were markedly older. You share a drink, Jungkook only having a singular cup of wine as he has to drive later. You admire him, he’s more humble and kind than many boys his age.

“You’re a good kid, Jungkook.” You smile, drinking from your cup. The night is coming to an end, with both of you talking for a couple of hours. All of the street lights are on, little to no cars are out anymore.

“Kid, I’m just a bit younger than you!” He huffs, making your heart swell once again in your chest. He’s cute when he’s pouty, bottom lip jutting out just the slightest bit. You’re sure he doesn’t realize, it’s more of a habit than a conscious decision.

The ride to your house was also fairly quiet, soft humming coming from the both of you as the radio plays to fill the background noise. You instruct him where to go and where to turn, and once again you can tell he’s using landmarks to memorize his ways. He is an interesting boy, extremely attentive. “This upcoming apartment complex is mine.” You smile, pointing so Jungkook doesn’t miss it.

“It’s... nice.” He mumbles, glancing up at all the windows and the front desk area.

“As I said, I get paid a lot just to sit around.” You giggle, unbuckling your seat belt and grabbing your belongings. “I had a lot of fun tonight!” You smile, a sudden rush filling your cheeks. At the moment, you lean over and press a small kiss on his cheek. You're met with wide eyes and pink cheeks, but thankfully not disgust. “Next time, it’ll be my treat.” (Jungkook insisted on paying, but you slipped the waiter $30 before the check came to cover the drinks you shared.)

With a small wave, you opened the door. “Wait! Uhm I need your number so I can pick you up...so I can text you I'm here tomorrow.” He smiles, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.

“Of course, I almost forgot.” You smiled, typing your number into his phone before climbing out. “Drive home safe, alright. Goodnight, Kookie!” Waving goodbye, you walked into the building with a new sense of pride. You were proud to say you felt confident that he wouldn’t be quitting within the next week at least. You found that many quit within the first week as Yoongi isn’t what most people expect.

You're giddy with excitement as you walk up to your apartment, quickly changing out of your work uniform before jumping into your bed. You can feel your phone buzz, pulling it out to see a text from an unsaved number.

This is Jungkook! This is my number!! :)

You can’t help but smile, saving the number before setting your phone to charge. You fall asleep not much after that, a good day despite the small bumps.

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Safe to say you’re embarrassingly behind by the time Jungkook comes to pick you up. You’ve been excited all morning, going as far as to put on some light makeup to look nice. When he texts you,

I’m here, take your time though 😊

You have yet to put in shoes or get breakfast. Thankfully, you’re completely ready besides that. In a rush, you grab 2 bagels, your bag, and slip-on heels before making your way down. You weren’t too bad, Jungkook had been sitting for just a little under 10 minutes, nothing to make you late though.

“Sorry for the wait! I had to find my shoes.” You smiled, half-lie and half-truth. “But I brought you a bagel.” You smiled, handing it over to him and he began driving. Traffic was slightly busy as normal, everyone making their morning commute to work before sunrise. You once again made small talk, mainly about how Yoongi enjoys having his morning coffee before meetings. Jungkook became nervous as you pulled into the parking garage, parking next to your car that remains untouched. “But his coffee isn’t hard to make, you’ll be ok!”

“See, your car didn’t get broken into.” He jokes, nodding to your car that was perfectly fine. You knew he would be right, but that’s not the point you were trying to make last night.

“Yeah yeah, Mr. know it all.” You smile, getting out of the car and making your way in. There's a small groan of dread you share in the elevator, almost as if you’ve been coworkers forever. Both of you make your way into Yoongi’s office, you plopping into his chair as Jungkook is hard at work making his coffee. “So, how’s he doing Yoongi?”

Yoongi just chuckles, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. “I see you’ve grown a fondness of him?” He teases, glancing over to you.

You yawn, which makes him also yawn. “Hey, not my fault everyone I encounter is 10+ years older than me.” You shrug, to which Yoongi quickly retaliates. It's an ongoing joke that you pretend he’s an old man compared to you, which you and Jin also share.

“But to answer your question, he’s doing good. He’s listening and I think once he gets over his little nervous bit, he’ll be a good worker. And don’t think I’m stupid, pickles yesterday?” He smiles, to which you pretend you have no idea what in the world he’s talking about. This causes him to laugh, but he quickly lets the little nag go as Jungkook enters the room with coffee. Yoongi takes a small sip, both of you silent as you wait for a reaction. “....hot.” Is all he says which causes you to bust out laughing, a nervous chuckle falling from Kook.

“That means he likes it, you might even steal my morning coffee job.” You fake a frown, joking with Jungkook as you make your leave. Namjoon is coming into the office just as you leave, quickly greeting him before bidding goodbye. Your desk is just as you left it, and with a big sigh, you turn on your computer.

Sadly, you don’t see either Kook, Yoongi, or the others for almost the entire day. Even during lunch, no one came out of their offices to the front desk. You had a feeling most of them probably worked through their breaks, the weekend coming up meaning paperwork has to be finalized or it becomes homework over the weekend for them. You are admittedly bummed out as you eat lunch alone. It's not until 5 that someone emerges from their office, that someone being Namjoon on his way to grab water for his plants. He’s whistling as he heads into the break room, not a single care in the world.

At around 5:30, you finally clock out and walk to the office to let Yoongi know you’re heading out. As soon as you open the door, you bless Jungkook’s poor little soul as both him and Yoongi are on the floor, waist-deep in files and paper. You can’t tell if they’re organizing or looking for something specific. You can quickly conclude it’s better not to ask and not get involved. “Ok guys, I’m heading out. Have a good night.” You smile, turning on your heels.

“Wait, Y/N,” Yoongi calls, making your face scrunch as you debate on making a run for it. “Do you think you could help us out?”

You curse the ground your boss walks on. “What do you need me to do?” You sigh, walking in and allowing the door to close behind you. They must’ve been at it all day, and that’s why it’s been so quiet and dead.

“All of the papers are already organized. You just need to set them into one of those file folder things, write the date on the tag, and put it in the corresponding cabinet.” He explained. Each cabinet had a little sticker with a date written on it, such as 4-1 through 5-1, etc. and the tabs on the folder would make it even easier for him to find papers if needed.

“You’re lucky I haven’t clocked out yet.” You laugh, joining them on the floor as you begin organizing with them. Out of everyone, Yoongi has the worst handwriting. You notice this as you put away some of the folders that were written. Jungkook’s handwriting is neat and small, easy fitting dates on the small tabs. You can tell Yoongi is getting tired, stopping now and then to look at the mess around his office. “When’d you clock in today Yoongi?”

“Uhmmm around 4? Why?” He shrugs, causing both you and Jungkook to look over at him. Usually, he comes in early, but never that early. “What??? I had a lot of stuff to do….and couldn’t sleep because of it.”

“We have to get you on some sleep meds.” You half-joked, causing the two boys to laugh. “Yoongi, you can go home. Kook and I will finish up, we’re almost done anyway.” You smile.

You can tell he's going to leave early, but not before putting up an act, are you sure? I can stay a little longer? Are you sure you can finish for me? He puts his show on spectacularly before taking his leave and clocking out. You laugh as he makes his way out, “YOU TWO GET A BONUS THIS WEEK!”

Jungkook silently punches the air next to you, fake celebrating which causes you to giggle at him. “So, is this all you’ve been doing all day?”

Jungkook glances over to you with the most tired, worn-out expression you’ve seen on him thus far. The glance was a very loud and clear yes, as he began to laugh. “It was hell earlier, I had to organize them by date. So I had to flip through all of them, especially if the date wasn’t on the front cover.” He said, fake crying to emphasize his point. “Has everyone else left?”

“Uhm, more than likely yes. The last person I saw was Namjoon, but he was probably watering his plants and then leaving for the night.” You explained, shrugging. Jin has a life motto, show up late and leave early, so you’d doubt he’s still in the office. You always joke, agreeing with him wholeheartedly much to Yoongi’s distaste.

As you are finishing up the paperwork, both of you jump as a small click fills the silence followed by the building lights shutting off. There's a moment of just confusion as well as a mix of unsaid “What do we do now?” Suddenly, both of you begin to laugh. “God, can this day get any better?!” Jungkook exclaims, laying down on the floor as you can no longer see anything you’re doing.

You can’t help but laugh, pulling out your phone and beginning to finish up the papers. You only have 2 more folders to go, easily putting them away as Jungkook still lays on the floor in exhaustion. “My brain is all fried out.” He states quietly.

There’s another pause of silence, broken by footsteps outside of the office. To this, Jungkook finally jumps up from laying down on the floor. They’re not heels, but they’re also not tennis shoes. “Kook….did you hear that?” You whisper, leaning back to nudge him. He’s on the same boat, eyes wide as he attempts to listen for any more sounds. There are more footsteps now, louder, and seemingly more people. “What do we do??” You whisper.

“Just wait here.” He whispers, carefully getting up and creeping towards the door. He slowly opens it, peering around to look for the culprit. If there’s one thing you know, Jungkook is extremely gifted both physically and martial arts-wise. If it were you and Jin in this situation, you’re as good as goners. “I don’t see anyone?” He mumbles, gesturing for you to follow him. You do so carefully and almost methodically as you stop your heels from clacking.

“Wait, I’ll go check the light switch.” You gulp, slowly walking to the front desk to flip the small switch that sits by the desk. Nothing happens, leaving you and Jungkook still sitting in the dark. You’re at the front desk while he remains by the office, looking around. A small chuckle to your right sends you running, you don’t even care to see who or what it is, running to Jungkook to protect you.

He’s startled as you run into his arms, grabbing his bicep and quickly hiding behind him as you point toward the desk. He inches forward, looking for a culprit as you continue hiding. Still chuckling, said the culprit is sitting at your desk and holding his stomach as he doubled over. Getting an actual look, it’s Yoongi with takeout bags in hand.

“YOONGI? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?” You screech, causing him to laugh even harder than before. Jungkook laughs along with him, “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” You whine, smacking his arm as you just ran to Jungkook like a child.

“You should’ve seen how fast you ran!!” He laughs, the bags now sitting on your desk. “I’ve never seen you move faster in my life! And you ran to Jungkook!!??” He laughs harder now, whining about how his stomach is cramping from laughing so hard.

“He’s a black belt in taekwondo and does boxing, he would’ve fucked shit up if needed,” you defend, getting offended for the boy who he backhanded insulted. Your heart is still beating erratically in your chest, whether this is from your initial fright or the thought of holding onto Jungkook for protection. He’s more muscular than he lets on, face soft and innocent compared to how built he is.

“I brought you guys food for helping me out,” Yoongi finally explained his reason for sneaking around. “And I thought scaring you would be funny.” He smiles, “I’m pulling the security cameras tomorrow, by the way!” You want to pass away right now.

“Ugh, whatever. What did you buy?” You mumble, rustling through the bags.

“Lamb skewers and Jin made dumplings.” Yoongi finishes, grabbing his jacket and getting up. “Okay kids, I’m leaving for real this time. Thank you again.”

“Bye Yoongi!” You smile, waving goodbye as your little fake angry front falls.

“Bye Hyung!” Jungkook calls, Yoongi waving goodbye as he enters the elevator. You turn to Jungkook immediately, a questioning eyebrow-raising.

“Hyung?”

“He said it would be ok if I called him Hyung?”

“Oh, he likes you then.” You smile, even more, excited as your ‘don’t let Jungkook quit’ mission was going perfect. Usually, he’s more formal and work-related, getting angry one time as he was addressed informally more than one time, firing the person immediately. “Let’s eat and get out of here, Jin’s dumplings are gonna blow your socks off.”

You guys eat partially at your desk and partially as you walk down to the garage, wanting to leave but not quite finished with the food. It’s good, you’re not going to lie, but is it worth the embarrassment of Yoongi replaying you running for your life? No, no it’s not. You quickly understand that Jungkook is going to be a long-term addition to the office, as Yoongi has also become fond of the boy within a short time.

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It’s very interesting working with Jungkook and Yoongi on a day-to-day basis. Now that you’re all comfortable, it’s like working with your brothers, dad, grandpa, and crush all shoved into one. There are some days where you bicker relentlessly, and then the next you come in not feeling good and they’re concerned and taking your temperature 20 times. It’s unfamiliar, but it’s also something that you wouldn’t trade for the world. Namjoon has also infiltrated your little group, not that anyone’s complaining. You all like his company and Jungkook genuinely thinks he’s the coolest person to ever step foot on earth.

As more time passes, you realize Jungkook means a lot more to you than you ever wanted him to. One time, he called out of work at the last minute and it made you bitter all day. Yoongi teased the hell out of you for it, showing no mercy.

“Aw, are you missing your big strong protector? All sad because he’s not here?” He asked, chuckling as he frowned at you.

“Yoongi, how do you act when Namjoon isn’t here?” You smile, watching his face fall as you catch him right in the middle. You faked frowned just as he had been doing, causing the both of you to laugh at each other. “That’s what I thought.”

Despite that, you and Jungkook have remained close friends that sometimes go out to dinner together. And sometimes have sleepovers. And sometimes sneak out of work to get vending machine snacks. And sometimes go grocery shopping together. But that’s all besides the point.

It’s been a couple of months since Jungkook joined, and as far as you could tell he’s become a part of the atmosphere. As summer slowly approaches, Yoongi begins his annual “complain about the business party” for a week straight. Admittedly, you’ve gone once and it was the most insufferable thing ever. It’s a bunch of older businessmen in the same profession as Yoongi’s, all communicating and trying to swindle each other for an unfair deal. Yoongi or Namjoon are usually the youngest ones, but Namjoon has bailed in recent years.

Your favorite excuse was he had to trim his bonsai tree otherwise it would die in 3 hours.

It was a normal day, everyone working on their respective assignments. “Hey Y/N, are you going to the business party thing that Yoongi has been talking about recently?” Jungkook casually asks, sitting in one of the waiting room chairs. “He said I should ask you about it.”

“Oh trust me, Kook, you’re not missing out on anything. It’s super boring.” You whine, sounding more and more like Yoongi as the date draws closer. “But yes, I suppose me and Yoongi will be attending.”

“Can I come?” He asks quickly, shooting it out there.

“I promise, it’s not anything exciting-“

“I want to go with you. Yoongi said he usually has to leave you by yourself to talk to people.” He smiles, fidgeting with his fingers as he finishes his little speech. “So I thought if I went, I can just sit with you and keep you company.”

“Did Yoongi tell you about the alcohol bar?”

“.....maybe.”

The day approaches too quickly for your liking, having to find a fancy dress that you wouldn’t bust open if sitting. You had settled on a silky, deep red dress that grazed the floor. One side had a slit up to your mid-thigh, only ever showing when you walked. When you arrived at the venue, Jungkook was waiting outside of the entrance. You had suggested that match his tie to your dress (as a joke) and he became deadly serious about it.

“Jungkook!” You smile, waving at him as you walk up. He was busy scrolling through his phone before, but you’ve caught his attention. His eyes scan the dress up and down multiple times, mouth opening as if he wants to say something but can’t find the words. You can’t help but laugh at him, looking down and moving around the fabric to reveal your leg. “You like it?”

“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, that color looks really good on you. And so does your jewelry. It matches so well….wow.” He stumbles, causing you to laugh even more than before. While he knew the color, you refused to show him the dress, claiming it needed to be a surprise.

“What about you? You look really good too! Buttons all popped open like the sexiest man alive” His tie is looser than how he wears it at work, a couple of buttons popped open as well as his sleeves neatly rolled up. Just under the sleeve, you can see a tattoo poking out. You adjust it for him, making sure he doesn’t get any backlash from the art that adorns his body. You giggle, taking his arm and guiding him in.

Yoongi was already here, mingling with the other business partners. At the first sight of it, you and Jungkook darted over to the alcohol while giggling at each other. This is the sole reason you’re here. “Shh, we can’t embarrass Yoongi. Look sophisticated.” Jungkook scolded, straightening his back and walking slowly. He looks dumb, causing you to laugh more.

“That look doesn’t fit you well, Kook.” You chuckle, punching his arm. You both get cocktails, picking a table in the back, but also close to the bar for drinks once you run out. As Yoongi mingled, you began to talk to Jungkook about how ridiculous designer shoe prices are. You owned a singular pair, which you bought with your first paycheck on impulse.

You were interrupted by a voice you’ve heard before, but you couldn’t quite place it. “Hello gorgeous, would you care to have a drink with me?” He smugly said, a smirk painting his face. He’s had a meeting with Yoongi once, he’s the guy you had to stay late for.

“Mr. Park?! Right?” You smile, “It’s great to see you again. I’ll have to pass this round, I haven't finished my first one.” You say, showing him your glass that was still half full. The air was awkward and for a brief moment, you can see his gaze flick over to where Jungkook sat next to you.

“And you are?” Park Jimin asks, a smile filling his entire face. It’s not sincere, it’s painfully mocking. Jungkook straightens in his chair as he prepares an answer.

“Y/N’s date for the night.” Jungkook smiles, making you choke back your drink. You know Jimin won’t take that as a final answer, and you’re proven right as you catch his mouth falling open once again.

“You’re the assistant, am I right? Would you mind ordering me a shot over there?” He’s pushing Jungkook’s buttons, that’s clear and it’s well calculated. Jungkook glares back up at him, at a loss for what to say as his pride crumbles. He can’t find a way to retaliate.

“I was just craving a shot,” you smile, getting up and taking Jimin's arm, leading him away from a furious and hot-faced Jungkook. Jimin won once again, getting exactly what he wanted as you took a shot with him, clinking the small glasses together before throwing it back. Jungkook watches in disgust. “So, have you talked to Yoongi again tonight?” You ask, remembering the meeting they had earlier this week.

“Not yet, but I was thinking we should have a meeting.” He smiles, sipping on whatever drink he ordered in the meantime. “How much is he paying you?” He asks, referring to Yoongi.

“Uhm, around $30 an hour?” You shrug, which is a lot, especially for a desk receptionist.

“I’ll double it if you come to work for me.” He proudly declares, sliding you a business card. “And I know I know, you have to think about it. But I can do so much more for you. And your little boy toy over there, I’ll be so much better than him.” He whispers in your ear, grazing a hand along your cheek before making his departure. “I’ll see you around, doll face.”

The pet name makes your skin crawl and your face hot, anger bubbling to the surface. As you watch him leave, he’s making his way to Jungkook to add some sort of snarky remark. You can’t hear it, but whatever it is it makes him angry as he grips his glass. Rubbing your temples, you take 2 more shots before making your way back. “What did he tell you, Jungkook?” You ask, Jimin is nowhere to be seen.

“He said he’d pay me double if I worked as his janitor.” He seethed, teeth gritted and jaw tense. “What about you?”

“The same thing but as a desk receptionist.” You shrug, deciding to leave out the rest of what he said. If you included the rest, there would surely be a fistfight taking place. You and Jungkook continued to drink together, the air still tense as if you were the one who insulted him. “What else did he tell you? Why are you angry at me?” You finally ask.

“He said you asked for his number and you’re meeting up later tonight.” He gritted, causing you to laugh out loud. “He’s got a lot of balls, I’ll give him that.”

“Do you believe that?” You hummed, leaning forward. Jungkook was resting his elbows on the table, leaning forward. When he glanced over, your two faces were too close for comfort but it was too interesting to pull away. “He also told me he’d be better to me than my little boy toy, which is you.” You giggle, pushing your empty glass away from you. You can’t help but study Jungkook’s face as he processes the new information.

“Boy toy?” He mumbles, scoffing at nothing in particular. The air is still tense, but as you stare at each other this close, it’s different. It’s a game of cat and mouse at this point and you’re trying to decide who’s gonna go in first.

“Are you jealous?” You giggle again, watching his brows scrunch. “Do you think I’ll ditch you for him?” This switches something in him, not necessarily anger but a sense of need. Like he needed something so incredibly badly he can’t take it. “He’s on his way back over here, walking behind you. Your move, Jeon.” You smile, knowing exactly what move comes next.

Jimin is slowly making his way over, hands in pockets and he struts over to antagonize you some more. While the promise of 2x the pay sounds exciting, you could never work for him. Not with how he treats you or Jungkook, it’s too informal and disrespectful.

“Coming closer, and closer, and closer.” You sigh, as Jungkook is still debating on the next move. He’s conflicted, but you know you’re both thinking the same thing. “Just kiss me.” You hum, and he does with no hesitation. His lips quickly press against yours, soft and smooth. He tastes like his cocktail mixed with coconut Chapstick, radiating heat as his hand falls onto your neck to pull you closer.

You lean into the kiss voluntarily, a small smile overcoming your face with the double win you just scored. You peel your eyes open for a brief moment, just to catch Jimin's expression. You refrain from laughing, instead, kissing Jungkook back harder than before, nibbling on his lower lip playfully.

You pull away once Jimin leaves completely, a dumb smile taking over your entire face as you stare back at Jungkook. His Bambi eyes are widened and sparkly, want overtaking his face as he stares back at you. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Jungkook almost whispers, despite no one being around you two. “For so long, but I didn’t want to scare you.” He whines.

“I’ve been dying to eat you up since day 1,” you admit, watching him almost whimper at your comment. “Come on, let’s get out of here. Yoongi won’t care.” You smile, getting up from your table and making your way to the exit without being spotted. Hell, even if Yoongi did, he's out of luck with the way Jungkook whines when you call him a pet name.

“Did you drive here?” You ask, to which he shakes his head no. You know he was going to carpool with Yoongi, but you honestly didn’t know if that was a joke or not. Yoongi will more than likely realize you two left early, he’s not clueless. “Perfect.”

You drove to your apartment, running to the elevator while giggling together like little kids. “Are you drunk?” Jungkook asks, seemingly sobering up as you reach your floor. He’s so kind and sweet, staring at you with the most genuine eyes as he awaits a question.

“Just a bit warm from the drinks, but nowhere near impaired, baby. I know what you’re worried about.” You smile, cupping his cheek. “How about you?” His face is warmer than normal. You're snuggled together in the elevator, hands resting on his back as you hug him close to your body.

“I’m not drunk,” he smiles, leaning down to peck your lips as the elevator dings. You easily unlock your apartment, dragging Jungkook in behind you and tossing your belongings onto the table by the door.

“You never answered me, by the way.” You hum, kissing the nape of his neck as you wrap your arms around his torso.

“Huh? What question?” He whines, becoming putty in your hands. He’s so cute like this, whiny and wanting nothing more than you.

“Are you jealous? Of Park Jimin?” You smile, sucking a light pink spot where you were previously kissing.

“When he said you were meeting up later tonight, yes. Yes absolutely.” He explains, looking down to meet your eyes. He places a sweet kiss on your lips, easily turning as you wrap your arms around his neck. Even with heels, Jungkook is slightly bent over as he kisses you. You can still taste the alcohol on his lips, lips molding together.

“My sweet baby boy is jealous over a man like him.” You mumble, a teasing tone seeping from your lips as you slowly guide him to your room. Surprisingly, you topple over first, Jungkook pinning you under his arms.

“Noona, please.” He mumbles, allowing his hands to roam all over. For a brief moment, they halt as he traces your thigh, revealed by the slit in your dress. Slowly, he slides it up your hip, hiking your dress further up your waist. “I love how you look in this dress, but I want it off.” He mumbles against your lips, easily finding the zipper on your back.

Goosebumps spring up all across your skin as he slowly drags it down, fingers grazing your warm skin. He helps you shimmy out of it, tossing it with little to no care onto the floor. “You look so fucking good,” Jungkook mumbles, pulling away and sitting on his knees, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. Your heels clink together, but you can tell Jungkook likes them too much to deal with the small buckle.

“No fair,” you giggle, sitting up and helping him shed his jacket. You popped each button open one by one, kissing the expanse of his chest as you made your way down. That along with the tie was thrown off the bed, golden skin on full display. One arm was decorated in tattoos, all the way up to his shoulder blade. “Mmm, baby,” you hum, sucking a deep red spot below his jaw.

“I want to make you feel good, noona. I want to please you.” He whines out loud, hands caressing every patch of skin he could reach. He easily lays you down, interlocking your fingers with his as he grinds your hips together unconsciously. He’s focused on kissing you like there's no tomorrow as if he’d been starved of this his entire life. A small moan leaves your mouth, quickly swallowed by him. Breaking the kiss, he begins to pepper hot kisses all down your chest, leaving light red marks here and there.

Easily, he helps you out of your bra, a small whine falling from his lips. “Such pretty tits, noona.” He mumbles, taking a bud into his mouth while capturing the other in between his fingers. You arch up into him, soft moans falling past your lips. As his fingertips meet the edge of your panties, he glances up for any sign of disapproval or discomfort. You nod, allowing him to easily slip the lace down your legs and off the bed.

“So, so pretty.” He hums, placing an open-mouth kiss on your inner thigh. ”Such a pretty pussy,” He’s moved to laying down flat on his stomach, arms wrapping around both of your thighs to hold you firmly in place.

“Kook, please- OH,” you cry, tongue beginning to lap happily at your folds. His tongue circles your clit, mixing both slow licks with fast circles sent you reeling. Your back arched up, hands tangled in his hair as his eyes looked up attentively. Jungkook easily slid one finger in, pausing to gauge your reaction.

“So wet, just for me. This sopping wet cunt just from kissing on you.” He teases, beginning to slowly fuck you with his finger. He easily slides another in, stretching you out with ease. His fingertips brush your g spot with each thrust, and he seems to know it. He’s smirking up at you, continuing to fuck you while eating your out at the same time.

“Kook, it’s so good.” You moan, gripping his hair in between your fist. “Right there, right- yes!!” You cry as he targets that specific spot, picking up his pace. The noise of moans fills the room as he targets the same spot, tongue-creating circles on your clit faster than ever. He’s determined now, watching your back arch and face contort as you moan his name. “I’m gonna cum, Kook. I’m- oh fuck-“ you cry, grabbing the sheets with white knuckles. “C-coming.” You whimpered, hips bucking slightly as he fucked you through your high.

He hastily makes his way back up, smashing your lips together rougher than before. The kiss is wet, rushed, and sloppy but it makes your cunt ache with even more want. You can taste yourself on his tongue, chin slick with a mixture of arousal and spit. “You did so well.” You moaned into his mouth, straddling his hips as you moved him onto his back. Without breaking the kiss, you unbutton his pants, allowing the zipper to easily slide open. Jungkook helps, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug them down his legs.

“You look so, so good.” You whimper, unconsciously dry humping his clothed dick. There was no doubt you were wetting his boxers, but he didn’t seem to care. “I need you, baby, I’m going to ride you, ok?”

“Yes, yes please.” Jungkook moans into your neck, allowing you to take off his boxers and drag your nails along his thighs. He’s bigger than you expected, much bigger in fact. He quickly notices the situation, “It’s ok, take your time.” He smiles, which would normally be teasing. However, this time he genuinely means it, gripping your hips and slowly grinding against you. He’s sensitive, back arching as you experimentally pinched his nipples in between two fingers. A loud whimper filled the room, making you gush.

“God, what did I do to deserve you?” You hummed, slowly stroking his dick as you watched his face react to each touch you gave him. You can’t take it anymore, lifting your hips and lining his dick up with your entrance. Jungkook watched, entranced, as inch by inch slowly disappeared. After bottoming out, you swear you could cum again on the spot, his dick filling every possible inch. His tip is nestled against your g spot, making your legs shake as you begin to bounce slowly. As you gain speed, Jungkook slowly begins bucking his hips up to meet yours. Loud, wet slapping filled the room from the force, moans slipping from both of you.

Jungkook’s hair sticks to his forehead, eyebrows furrowed and lips swollen from biting down. His entire chest is a flushed red, your hands placed on his abdomen to give you more stability. “Fuck, Kook.” You moan, dragging your nails across his sides. He’s fucked out, body warm, and face the epitome of sin.

“I’m close, I’m close. Please let me cum!” He whines, bucking his hips up at a faster pace.

“Already?? Hmmm.” You whine. “Go ahead, cum in my pussy.” You mumble into his ear, earning you a loud cry as he grips your hips, slamming up with as much force as he could manage. Your name falls from his lips like a mantra, hips slowing as he comes down from his high. “How sad, I guess I'll have to finish myself now.” You faked disappointment, causing him to jump up immediately.

“No, no I got it. I’ll make you cum all over my cock,” Jungkook whimpers, already sporting a half hard-on from the thought of fucking you again. He’s rough, he has something to prove once again. He easily catches your lips, flipping the two of you as he takes his place in between your legs. He’s more determined than ever, gripping your legs and placing them over his shoulders, high heels resting just behind his head. His weight rests on his hands on either side of your body, a sly smile on his face as he buries himself deeper than before.

Your mouth falls open in a loud moan as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips with enough force to slowly inch you up the bed. “So good, right there-“ you whine underneath him, gripping his biceps in an attempt to stay still. You can’t see his face, but you’re able to vividly imagine it. His lips are most likely caught between his lips, eyes squinted as he’s focused, hair stuck to his forehead. “Please- kiss me.” You mumble, legs falling onto his arms to allow him to lean down.

He quickly meets your request, leaning down to smash his lips onto yours. His thrusts cease, now slowly grinding into you as he kisses you with as much passion as possible. With him leaning over, his abdomen brushes your clit as he continues to fuck into you. “Kook, it’s ugh-“ you moan into him, hips bucking to meet him.

“I know baby, I know. I’ve got you.” He smiles, confidence growing as you grip onto his shoulders. You're light-headed, but in a good way as you drag your nails down his back. Resting on his palms again, he slowly drags out before completely filling you up with a sharp snap of his hips, making your toes curl and mouth fall open. His pace picks up once again, eyebrows furrowed as he watches himself disappear inside of you. “Fuck, so good to me. Always so good to me.” He mumbles, easily twisting a nipple in between his fingers.

“I’m close, please- I want to come.” You cry, tears filling your eyes as you feel your stomach tighten. Jungkook smiles, catching your hands and pinning them down above your head. You arch up into him, chests pressed together as he fucks into you like no tomorrow. Lewd slapping fills the room mixed with your moans, Jungkook softly moaning your name into your ear.

“Do I make you feel good, noona? Are you going to cum all over my cock?” He whispers, breath hot against your skin. His words make you clench around him, sending you closer to the edge you were currently teetering on. “I’m not going to touch your clit, I want to make you cum from just my dick. Do you think you can do that?” He hums, punctuating his sentence with harsh snaps into you.

“Yes, yes please.” You moan, bucking your hips to meet him in need. “I’m gonna- cum-“ you whine, the spring finally snapping. Slamming your eyes shut, Jungkook easily fucks you through your high, kissing your neck to help you come down.

“I’m going to cum inside of this pussy, all mine.” He moans, snapping his hips as he chases his own high. You clench around him, orgasm still racking your body as he overstimulates you. Jungkook comes soon after, burying himself to the hilt as he grabs your hips in place. There's for sure going to be little bruises, his grip possessive as he holds you still. “Hm, thank you noona.” He smiles, moving to kiss you again.

This kiss is different, it’s slow and careful. It’s soft as he holds your waist in one hand and your cheek in the other. Your eyes easily flutter shut, hands resting on his sides. He’s careful as he kisses you as if you’ll break if he moves too roughly.

“I’ll get tissues, don’t move.” He instructs, pecking your lips before making his departure. It’s cold without him, but he comes in soon after and carefully cleans you up. He also gently takes off your heels now, allowing them to fall off the bed. There's a pause of awkward silence as the tissues hit the trash bin, neither of you knowing what to say. “Well, what now?” He mumbles.

“...you spend the night stupid.” You laugh, reaching up and grabbing him by his neck, pulling him down onto the bed. You hum as you nuzzle your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around your body in a protective blanket. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, negatively I mean.” You smile, looking up to read his expression. It’s a mix of happy, content, and tired as he smiles back at you.

“Y/N...will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, causing you to burst into laughter.

“Well thank god you caught on.” You smile, kissing him once more. You can feel him shuffle, knee sliding in between your legs and against your cunt. “...Kook.” It's both a warning and a questioning statement, but as you watch his face turn into a shit-eating grin, you already know where this is going.

“Please babe, you’re so cute when you’re needy.” He mumbles, kissing your neck. His hands snake around your hips, encouraging them to grind on his thigh. For a brief moment, you forgot Jungkook is in fact, a horny 23-year-old man. You giggle, because how could you say no to him?

“We’re not going to be getting much sleep tonight, are we?” You smile.

“Of course not.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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“Kook,” you mumble, eyes groggy as you peel them open just slightly. The room is extremely bright, blinds drawn shut but light still leaking through. Jungkook is pressed flush against your back, light snores bouncing off of your skin. His complete dead weight is heavy as you struggle to flip over to face him.

It's a mission and half just to flip over, Jungkook is still dead asleep. It takes a lot to pull him out of his slumber once he’s completely out, and you don’t care enough to try right now. From where you lay, you can see the freckle that sits just underneath his lips, a soft smile spreading across your face. He's so cute, lips parted slightly as he snoozes.

“Kooookkkk,” you mumble, scooting up to place a small kiss on his lips. He stirs for a brief moment before going back to sleep. “Wake up, it’s already almost noon,” you complain, wrapping your arms around his torso to rub circles on his back. You graze your nails now and then, allowing your eyes to close and you do so. He'll more than likely wake up soon.

You're proven right as he stirs awake, humming slightly as he pulls you even closer to his chest. “how are you feeling?” he asks, voice considerably deeper and husky from just waking up. You’ve had sleepovers, sure, but you’ve never heard him like this.

“Good, sore, but good,” you answer, slowly opening your eyes to see if he was fully awake. His eyes remain closed as he talks, something that adds to his cute factor.

“Noona, I hate to tell you this, but-“ his tone is playful as he starts.

“I already know, you’re quite literally pressed against my stomach.” you scold, knowing full well he was going to talk about the morning wood he’s currently wearing with unprecedented pride.

“It’s okay, I’ll deal with it later.” he hums, still holding you close to him. You know he understands you’re tired and sore, but you just can’t help but enjoy pleasing him. You slip out of his grasp, looking for the tie that Jungkook was wearing the previous night. At your leave, Jungkook flips onto his back and sprawls out as if he owns the place.

“What if...I want to help you?” you ask, easily climbing onto his lap. There's a blanket separating the two of you, but regardless you can still feel every inch of him, you hid the tie on the bed, for now, allowing your hands to catch his as you lean in for a kiss. You easily pull his hands up to the bed, tying them to your headboard. “And...done!” you smile, admiring your work.

“What's this about?” he teases, experimenting as he attempts to pull his arms down.

“If there's one thing I learned, Jeon, is that you love to be touchy. But not today!” you giggle, beginning to slowly pull the blanket off of his body. He's even harder now, hums falling past his lips as you run your hands up and down his sculpted body. “You just get to watch.” At this, he groans, throwing his head back.

“Come on, I’ll be good-“ you cut him off with a sloppy kiss, quickly molding your lips together as you grip his hair. That's another thing you’ve learned, he’s a sucker for soft scratches and hair-pulling. So as you slowly pull his hair while kissing him, and grind your hips down onto him he’s already whining into your mouth.

“Relax, I'll take really good care of you, baby.” you smile, breaking the kiss and peppering kisses all down his body. You take your time to leave marks, purple scattered here and there. “So sensitive,” you comment, lightly swirling his nipple with your tongue. He shamelessly arches into you, a small moan falling from his lips.

You’re kneeling in between his knees as you get to his hips, sucking a deep purple hickey into his clear vline. “Noona, please touch me-“ he mumbles, eyes fixated on yours as he watches your every move. From his point of view, he can easily see your face as well as the swell of your ass as you lower to kiss his skin.

“Well, since you ask so politely, Kookie.” you smile, wrapping your palm around the base of his cock. You smile slightly, sticking your tongue out to lick a long, wet strip from his base to his tip, swirling your tongue around the top. His eyes are locked on yours, lip caught in between his teeth as he waits for your next move. You take him into your mouth, sinking as much as possible. So far, you can only reach less than half before gagging. This once again boosts his pride.

“So good- your mouth feels so warm,” he whines out loud, hands formed into fists above his head. You take this encouragement to heart, sinking and trying to reach more. With each bob of your head, you take more and more, Jungkook watching in amazement. Your hands sit flat on his abdomen as you take him into your mouth, sinking completely down as your nose brushes his stomach.

Jungkook could come on the spot, a loud moan echoing throughout the room as you look up at him from that exact spot, eyes watery but satisfied. “Noona, you’re so good to me. You feel so good.” his hips buck up just slightly and you let him, whining like no tomorrow as he slowly fucks your face. With a small pinch of his thigh, you signal that he can go faster as you slowly accommodate his size.

Fighting off your gag reflex, you watch his face contort into pleasure as he fights to keep his eyes open. He wants to watch you swallow him so bad, but it just feels too good. His abs flex and twitch with every swirl of your tongue, a subtle indicator that he likes it. “Please let me cum. please!” he whines, hips bucking faster than before.

You can only nod slightly, a high pitch whine falling out as he bucks deep into your throat, burying himself as deep as possible as he comes. You can feel his dick twitch on your tongue, his legs shaking slightly as he releases into your throat. While you swallow most of it, there’s still a little bit in your mouth.

He's still coming down from his high when you climb back up, straddling his torso and beginning to kiss him. He greedily takes anything you give him, tasting his own cum (probably not for the first time) as you kiss him. “Swallow it.” is all you mumble, pinching his mouth shut as he debates on what to do. He follows your order, Addams apple bobbing. “Good boy,” you praise, earning a groan as you peck his lips.

A brilliant idea passes you, your bedside drawer swinging open as you retrieve something. It's an eye mask that you use for naps during the day, essentially serving as a blindfold. “No fair!” Jungkook complains, knowing exactly who’s head that’s going on.

“It’ll make you more sensitive, it’ll be fun.” you smile, easily slipping it over his eyes. For someone who was just complaining, he made the process easy as pie by lifting his head for you. “So much fun!” He’s upset but only as upset as one can be with a naked girl sitting on top of you.

“Are you going to ride me?”

“Yep!”

“And I don’t get to watch your tits bounce?!!” he cries.

“Not at all.”

He faked a cry, making you giggle slightly. You’re slick with arousal, just kissing and hearing Jungkook moan was enough to fire you up. It takes no problem to lift yourself onto your feet, lining his dick up to your entrance. He's still just as big, stretching you out and filling up every inch of your pussy.

There's a small moan from both of you as you bottom out, Jungkook completely nestled inside of you. “You feel so good, kook.” you praise, placing your hands on his abs as you begin to bounce up and then slam back down with as much force as you could muster. Your legs are shaking from pleasure, each thrust nailing exactly where you need him. “This big cock just for me to ride on.” you moan, scratching along his abs lightly to get a reaction.

“Just for you,” he answers, snapping his hips up to emphasize his point. He begins fucking up into you, just enough to where the strain in your thighs is more bearable. “I want to touch you, see you, feel you!” he whines, biceps flexing as he pulls against his restraints. “I want to see your pussy take me all in.”

He’s desperate, more than you’ve ever seen him. He’s pleading to be freed of his restraints, getting a simple “No, you look cute,” each time he asks. He continues to fuck into you, feet placed flat on the bed to drill into you with ease. “Faster, Kook,” you instruct, his hips immediately snapping faster and harder into you. “ I'm gonna cum all over your pretty cock,” you smirk, clenching around him as your high quickly approaches.

Jungkook easily takes you there, orgasm hitting you like a wave as your legs nearly give out. He slows his pace, fucking you through it and milking it for as long as possible. You’re tighter around him, clenching unconsciously as he slowly picks up his pace. “Can I come?” he whines into your ear, his moans clouding your thoughts.

“Yes, cum baby. As deep as you can,” you coo, slamming your hips down to get him to his high faster than he already was. It catches him off guard, as he could feel it building but he didn’t expect it to be so soon. With a final thrust, he buries himself as deep as possible, tip nestled right above your cervix but not hurting you. His cock twitches as he comes, hips grinding together to milk every last drop.

“I love you-“ his mouth immediately snaps shut at the realization, lips forming a thin line. “too soon…”

“I love you too, kook.” you giggle, undoing his restraints. He's like a new person freed from lifelong bonds, hands immediately groping every inch of skin possible.

“By the way, Namjoon owes Yoongi $50.”

“What...are you talking about?”

“They placed bets on it months back.”

“Isn’t this weird to talk about when you’re balls deep??”

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thepremedthatwrites · 3 years

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The ABC’s of Peter Pevensie (Smut Edition)

Hi I jus wanted to say that I LOVE your writing and I was hoping if you could write a Peter Pevensie alphabet kinda kinky, smut edition or fluff is alright too I guess, pls consider it!

I’ve never done an alphabet post before so I am winging it as I go. I did look up similar posts on Tumblr just to get an idea of what to do and I saw that they all followed a pretty similar format that I’ve adopted for this post. I did make some alterations just to fit what I wanted to write. I hope you all enjoy it!

warning: entire post contains smut and mentions of smut

A - aftercare

Peter loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear right after both of you have finished. Once you two have calmed down enough, he’ll draw both of you a bath and carry you to the tub before helping you wash up.

B - body part

Whenever you want to drive Peter crazy, you know to wear your hair up to leave your neck exposed. He just can’t control himself and will litter your neck with kisses and lovebites.

Peter doesn’t spend much time fretting over his appearance but he would be lying if he denied that he chooses to wear shirts that are a bit tight on him to show off his biceps. He likes how it shows everyone he is no longer the scared 13-year-old who wanted to protect his loved ones but didn’t know how to. Now, he’s strong and won’t let anyone or anything hurt the people he loves.

C - cum

Peter loves to watch you cum, pure bliss taking over your face as you cling to him for dear life. He especially loves it when you cum on his cock so he can feel your pussy collapse around him, squeezing and enticing him to cum as well.

D - dirty secret

Although he would never admit it, he secretly hopes that people walking by his bedroom can hear you guys while you do it, especially when you’re moaning his name. He wants everyone to remember that he’s the one who is making you feel as good as you do.

E - experience

Peter hadn’t been with anyone else before meeting you. He had always been too worried about taking care of both his siblings and an entire nation. So when you two started seeing each other, he had almost no experience but that didn’t hinder him as he seemed to be a natural. He knew the right places to touch and the perfect pace that would leave you a moaning mess. This was because he was an expert at reading people, something that he had learned for diplomatic meetings and fights on the battlefield but was also handy in the bedroom.

F - favorite position

He’s a bit old fashioned and prefers to do it missionary. He loves to see the pleasure build on your face as you get closer to your climax as well as the feeling of you raking your nails down his back.

G - good girl

When I tell you this man loves to praise you, I mean it. In the bedroom, he loves to remind you what a good girl you are. He’s constantly encouraging you and telling you how good you’re making him feel. Even outside the bedroom, he likes to praise you. Partially because he wants to remind you how proud he is, but also partly because he loves the look you give him when he does so.

H - hand-holding

Peter loves to hold your hands while he pins them in place above your head. He also likes to play with your hands afterwards, sometimes doing it absentmindedly while you two are cuddling in bed.

I - intimacy

Being romantic is in Peter’s nature so it isn’t much of a surprise that he is super romantic in bed. Before going any further, he always makes sure it’s alright with you and he never pushes you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. To him, sex is much more than feeling good. It’s another way that he can worship you and he makes sure you know it. He kisses every inch of you, reminding you how beautiful you are. He holds you in his arms, making sure you understand just how loved you are.

J - jealousy

Although he hates to admit it, any time he sees you conversing with someone else who may show just the smallest hint of romantic interest, he gets insanely jealous. This jealousy usually leads to long nights in his bed chambers.

K - kinks

While Peter may not have any prominent kinks, he does enjoy having you call him ‘my king’. He also likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom but is always happy to have you take over once in a while.

L - location

Peter likes to do it in the comfort of his bed where you two can go for as many rounds as you can without the risk of being caught or walked in on. His second favorite place to do it is in his study. The sight of you sprawled on the desk, open and ready for him, is enough to make him rock hard.

M - masturbation

Peter doesn’t masturbate that much since he has you, but when you aren’t available and his pants start to get a bit tight, he’ll go for a quick round in his bedroom, imagining you were there with him.

N - no

Peter would never do a threesome as he would get too jealous seeing another person touching you.

O - oral

Peter most certainly prefers giving it to you rather than receiving it. While you are able to make him feel wonderful everytime you give him head, you are his goddess and he wants to be the one to worship you, including with his tongue. He especially loves it when you start to get closer to your release and grind against his face.

P - pace

Peter loves to give it rough with the occasional slap of the ass and binding your hands. He loves hearing the bed creak underneath you two and the sound of your desperate moans as he fucks you into the mattress. He tries to go slow at first but he’s quick to lose control with you right underneath him.

Q - quickes

Peter doesn’t mind having a quickie, especially if jealousy is coursing through his blood. Usually when he does quickies, it’s when you two aren’t in his bedroom and are instead somewhere more public like his office or the library.

R - risk

Peter loves risks. He thinks the added adrenaline makes it all the more hot. He’s willing to do it in a public place where anyone can see. He loves experimenting as well, whether it’s trying a new position or experimenting with foreplay. Anything that might heighten the experience for you two is worth trying.

S - stamina

Due to his rigorous training for battles, Peter has insane stamina. He could go all night if you let him although you two usually stop after two or three rounds. Peter always makes an effort to not finish until you do, as you are always his top priority and he wants you to enjoy the experience entirely and fully. This can be hard though when you are also doing your best to make him finish first but he usually has the willpower to hold out until you cum.

T - tease

Peter loves to tease you, whether that be saying an offhand comment that makes you heart race or kissing you everywhere except where his touch is needed most.

On the other hand, he hates being teased. You had decided to tease him once, tight clothes, sexual comments, and all. This only led to him pinning you against the wall within an hour and him making you climax more times than you thought possible within the span of half an hour as punishment.

U - undergarments

Peter has a habit of ripping off your undergarments while in the heat of the moment. This had led to your maids having a stash of undergarments ready at a moment’s notice.

V - volume

Peter isn’t the loudest in bed but he does let out the occasional moan or grunt. The sounds he usually makes are praises, reminding you just how good you’re doing.

W - when

Peter likes to wait a while in a relationship before taking it to the next level. It wasn’t until a few months into the relationship that you guys did it for the first time. But after that, you two could barely keep your hands off of eachother.

X - x-ray

Peter is average when it comes to his length, but you don’t mind due to his girth. Every time you guys do it, he fills you up perfectly.

Y - yearning

Peter would fuck you 24/7 if he could. You never would have imagined the high king would have such a high sex drive, but you aren’t complaining. It’s hard to hold back when the sex is just so damn good.

Z - zzz

Peter makes an effort to not fall asleep until he knows that you are. He likes to brush the hair out of your face and plant gentle kisses on your forehead as you sleep soundly in his arms. There had only been a few times where he was too tired afterwards and had passed out before you did.

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

summary: you and eren, your boyfriend armin’s best friend, have always had a strange relationship. things take a turn when armin goes home for the weekend, leaving the two of you alone on friday night.

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), guilty reader feels bad, implied infidelity, masturbation, slight dumbification, dacryphilia, daddy kink

word count: 6.8k

author’s note: i once said i would never write for eren, so i guess that was a fat lie! enjoy!

You’re not sure about exactly when you became so comfortable with having Eren around. It was kind of like a two-for-one deal with your boyfriend, Armin, since he was so rarely seen without his best friend at his side. Their majors were so different that they hardly ever had classes together, and so the pair of them made up for lost time by spending all their other time together.

It wasn’t totally out of the blue if Eren would crash on the couch next to you, while you were curled up beside Armin, hands interlaced and head resting softly on his chest. You’d jolt at the impact of Eren—a huge guy compared to anyone’s standards—jumping beside you and disrupting the peaceful intimacy you were sharing with your boyfriend. Armin didn’t seem to be annoyed or frustrated, and so you wouldn’t prove to be, either. You and him would welcome Eren with a laugh, directing him to the leftovers from your take-out and enjoying the company of a man who wasn’t your boyfriend far too much.

It was easy to fall into the trap of it. Maybe Armin was always missing the way Eren’s eyes raked over your figure whenever you’d walk into the room. Maybe he was too enraptured by his marine biology textbook to notice how Eren stared at the supple skin of your exposed thighs when you took a seat next to them, dress hiking up a little or skirt much too short for a study-date with two boys. You were never much of a tease because it was so easy when you and Armin started seeing each other, so natural and comfortable that you didn’t have to try any unusual flirting methods on the golden-haired boy. As a result, he didn’t really know what bubbled under the surface of your skin and all the different thoughts that plagued your mind.

So you think that’s why it was so easy to fall into the trap of it all, making eyes at Eren while your boyfriend sat right next to you. Choosing outfits that had previously been stuffed into the depths of your closet, because you didn’t think Armin would approve. You kept up the facade in front of your lovely boyfriend, though, because at the end of the day, you loved him and no one else. You didn’t want to break his heart by cheating on him with his closest friend, even though the electricity between you and Eren made all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and made goosebumps appear on every inch of the soft skin of your legs that Eren loved to leer at so much. No, because at the end of the day, it was plainly wrong to even think about another man when you had Armin in your life.

That’s what you told yourself when you stopped exchanging glances with Eren, started wearing blue again instead of green, and asked Armin if you two could have more time alone. You thought Armin looked confused, and he was, but for entirely different reasons. While you had been concerned with Eren’s gaze and intentions, Armin had been silently paying attention to his best friend and girlfriend. You thought he was innocent, sure, but he wasn’t stupid. And there wasn’t a thought in Eren’s head that Armin couldn’t figure out well in advance. If you wanted to fuck Eren, all you had to do was ask, but he quickly realized you were trying to be a good little girlfriend again, rather than the devilish slut you had been recently. Well, if you weren’t going to do anything, he was going to have to take matters into his own hands.

Eren had always wondered why you spent so much time with Armin, and by virtue of association, with him. Any other little girlfriend would at least take some time alone to study, but you practically spent every minute at Armin’s side or in their shared apartment. Armin’s explanation of how you didn’t get along with your roommates made so much sense, especially now that you were going to be sleeping in Armin’s room for the weekend while he went back home for a ‘family emergency’.

You had asked Armin if Eren would be going back with him in a certain voice, one that he couldn’t exactly pinpoint as he eavesdropped from his own bedroom. A mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and excitement? Was that excitement he noted? He wishes he could look into your eyes to tell, but all he can do is listen to Armin tell you that Eren would be staying in the apartment.

Eren can almost hear your heartbeat speed up, eyes blinking quickly and heat rushing to your face. Of course Armin trusted his best friend to stay with his girlfriend for a weekend. The two people he loved the most would never betray him, and so he had nothing to fear.

Back to being the devoted girlfriend you are, you help Armin pack his bags late Thursday night. You folded clothes on his bed and tucked them into the duffel bag neatly, while Armin looked around for his books. He would be leaving right after his classes Friday morning, and so you knew by the time you returned after your classes, he would be long gone, leaving just you and Eren to fend for yourselves Friday night.

In the morning, you’re greeted by Armin pressing a kiss to your forehead as he heads to his eight-am lecture. Through the daze of sleep and heavy-lidded eyes, you grasp his hand softly in a failed attempt to keep him with you a little longer, but you hear him murmur something that distinctly sounds like “Don't worry, baby, Eren will take care of you” before he leaves.

You fall back asleep after, missing the way Armin and Eren talk briefly before he departs. You wake up in Armin’s bed alone, to the sound of your alarm. Usually, Fridays are your favorite day of the week because you have a light schedule and you get to spend most of the day with Armin. His classes end right when yours start, so you’d get to grab coffee with him and meet for lunch after, before either heading to the library to get work done or to his apartment because you knew Eren wouldn’t be around and therefore you could be as loud as you want.

But not today. You had to get breakfast alone, before going off to class and sitting in the library alone. You didn’t realize how quickly the day had passed by, in between studying and texting Armin to make sure he got home safely, and avoiding the pit in your stomach that kept reminding you that you’d be going home to Eren soon. You looked outside the library window from your seat, and saw the sun was setting, meaning the library was closing soon and that you had to face reality. You’re thinking about how to put going back to the apartment for even longer, maybe stopping somewhere to eat dinner, when your phone buzzes with a text notification.

You pick it up quickly, hoping it’s from Armin, but your stomach drops again when you see the screen lit up with Eren’s name. A singular message from him reads: Did you eat yet?

Bastard. How does he know your thoughts before you even think them?

You’re faced with two choices. Lie to him, then go get dinner by yourself, and then finally go back to your own home and put up with your terrible roommates for another night… or go to the apartment, order dinner with Eren, and avoid his lecherous looks long enough to get yourself safely inside Armin’s room with the door locked.

You feel your heart pounding inside your chest at the thought of having dinner with Eren alone. He never did anything too forward or telling with you, but you suspect it was only because Armin was always right beside you. There’s no telling what he would do if he got you alone. Your heart’s pounding, but another feeling altogether is creeping into your stomach and up to your chest, one that’s making you feel hot all over despite how chilly the air in the library is.

You’re nearly lost in your thoughts until your phone buzzing again brings you back to reality. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in as you read his text, this time longer; We can order dinner when you get here. Promise I don’t bite.

You feel like hurling your phone across the empty library, because every sane thought in your mind is telling you not to go over there, but every bone in your body feels like it’s being pulled towards Eren. Suddenly you think back to all those times you had teased him intentionally, and how strange you feel right now, like two different versions of yourself are fighting with each other. A third buzz makes your decision for you.

Am I really so much worse than those roommates of yours?

Eren was many things, but that was one thing he was not. You quickly remember just how often you had shown up at Armin’s doorstep in tears, or so angry you had steam blowing out of your ears, because of how much you hated them. You only had to deal with them for a few more months, so it was easy enough to avoid them and only stop by to get clothes and the occasional shower. To make matters worse, it was Friday night and they would definitely be having some kind of a party or get-together, which meant there was no way you’d be getting any sleep there.

I’m on my way, can we get pizza?

…

It’s only seven-thirty when you and Eren are sitting on the couch, some movie playing on the television that you aren’t paying attention to. Your nerves only let you eat a slice of pizza, while Eren scarfed down nearly half the box. You knew you were fucked when Eren opened the door, clad only in grey sweatpants and the slick sheen of sweat apparent on his entire body, from his muscular arms to his abs.

Bastard, bastard, bastard. He opened the door like that on purpose, just to see you react with a splutter and blush red.

“I’m just gonna jump into the shower, can you order the pizza?” he shouted to you while walking back to his bedroom. He came out with a towel, and you had barely processed the words because the only thing you could think about were his arms. You knew Eren was fit, anyone could tell just by looking at him, but you had no idea he was built like that. If you were a lesser woman, you would have tried to sneak glances at Eren getting into or out of the shower during all those opportunities you had, but you never did, because it felt wrong to look away from Armin’s blue eyes to focus on Eren.

But now, with no one else there to stop or distract you, your eyes were glued to his muscular figure. It wasn’t too hard to think about how easily he could pin you somewhere—up against a wall, or a door maybe, or across the dinner table. It wouldn’t even take him both hands to keep your head shoved down or keep both your arms pinned back as he—

“Hey, you okay? Did you hear me?” Eren asks again, standing right in front of you. He’s trying his hardest to sound sincere, but there’s a smirk on his face as he observes your behavior. If it wasn’t obvious before, it’s clear as day now.

“I-I’m fine. What kind of pizza do you want?”

“Whatever kind you want, just get extra cheese. Menus on the table,” he says, before turning back around and walking to the bathroom. You’re almost jaw-dropped as you watch him walk away, and hear the water turn on. You take several deep breaths, reminding yourself to stay calm. After dinner, you could go into Armin’s room and be completely fine.

You order the pizza and go into Armin’s room to sort your stuff out, looking through your bag and searching for clothes to sleep in. You knew you had packed them, but you suddenly couldn’t find them anywhere. Your shorts and t-shirt were missing, and you quickly realized you left them on your bed while you had gone to grab your toothbrush. Damn it.

Armin has a collection of perfectly soft and comfortable shirts to sleep in, so you open one of his drawers and pull out a dark green one, with some design on it. There’s no shorts that would fit you among Armin’s clothes, so you’ll have to do without them tonight. It’s fine though, considering the door will be locked and you’ll be safe and sound once you and Eren go to bed. Or so you thought.

Now you’re sitting on the couch, still dressed in your day clothes and feeling hot again. You knew Armin liked to keep the apartment on the warmer side, but you had never felt quite this warm before.

Eren glances at you with a quizzical look, and you realize your shiftiness and breathy pants are more noticeable than you thought.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out and you barely ate a thing,” he comments, keeping his eyes on you which somehow makes you feel even worse. His gaze is piercing, and though you never really cared that Eren always looks like he’s undressing you with his eyes, it’s bothering you now more than ever.

“I-I’m okay,” you get out, before suddenly standing up and taking off the cardigan you had worn all day. “I think I just need to shower, good night Eren,” you say, before walking away much too quickly. Eren’s eyes don’t leave you until you’re inside Armin’s room once more, wondering why you’re so hot and bothered at a simple stare from him. Him, who is not your boyfriend, and barely qualifies as your friend and for some reason has you wet from looking into those green eyes for too long.

Enough.

Armin was kind and sweet enough to let you sleep at his place when he’s not even there, and you wanted to repay that kindness by having dirty thoughts about his best friend? No, it wasn’t right, in fact, it was inherently wrong. You take a few more moments in Armin’s room, inhaling the familiar scent of his fabric softener and all the old books on his shelves, before taking your towel and going to the bathroom. Eren is still in the living room, eating and watching the movie, you presume, and you wish to God he would leave you alone and go out to party or fuck some other girl, but he’s not. He’s spending a quiet Friday night at home with you.

The hot water and clean soap distract you from your thoughts, but the tension and heat growing in your body is only exacerbated when you run your hands across your body. There’s something very wrong about touching yourself in the shower when Eren is a dozen feet away and could hear you easily—but that’s a risk you’re willing to take if it meant it would get illicit thoughts of him out of your brain for the rest of the night.

One hand goes to play with your hardened nipple, as the other tenderly begins to rub circles on your clit. Your hands try to imitate Armin’s, and he’s always gentle with you, but as you let out a muffled moan, you realize it’s not Armin’s careful touch you want right now. It’s Eren’s rough fingers, fingers that would move in and out of your wetness harshly, not waiting for you to adjust to their size. Eren wouldn’t start with one, like Armin, he would go for three and keep his thumb on your clit, rubbing so fast and in just the right way, while his mouth would be on your tits—tongue doing the talking for him on your sensitive nipples. He wouldn’t care to stop if it was getting to be too much, and he wouldn’t let you come down from your high before starting again, he would just keep going. Eren would know when you’ve had enough, and just once didn’t meet his requirements for enough.

If anyone could see you right now, you could die from embarrassment, furiously fucking your fingers and completely unaware of how loud you were being as you tried to imitate what Eren would do to you. But imitating wasn’t quite enough, You were so close, you could almost feel that tight knot in your stomach unwind, just a little more—-

Knock.

“Hey, you’ve been in there a while. Everything okay?” Eren’s voice is muffled from outside the door, and the waterfall coming from the shower suddenly felt like it was pounding beside you.

Your hand covers your mouth as you let out a frustrated, stifled sob.

“Y-yeah! I’m almost done!” you call back out, fingers still inside you. You remove them with a gasp, shaking and face burning at the idea that Eren might have overheard you. You get out of the shower on wobbly legs, wrapping the towel securely around you and heading to Armin’s bedroom to change and put an end to this strange day. You don’t notice that Eren’s door is cracked open a little.

As strange as it sounds, you feel much better once you’re in Armin’s shirt and just a pair of panties, ready for bed. A nagging voice in the back of your head wants you to finish what you started in the shower, nipples hard again as the air seems cooler than earlier, but you push the thoughts aside. Another day.

You grab your water bottle to take your birth-control pill, eight forty-five on the dot, but realize its contents are empty as a result of your earlier hot flash. You tiptoe into the kitchen, extra careful because you don’t want Eren to hear and come out, but as you fill up a glass, your roommate for the night is suddenly leaning against the counter.

It should be illegal the way he says your name. Sultry and deep and rolling off his tongue without even trying. Eren doesn’t have to change a thing about him to be the very definition of the word erotic, which is coincidentally the only word you can use to describe this encounter.

He’s forgone the shirt he had on earlier, when you were eating together, and you knew he had put it on just to make sure you didn’t choke on your pizza. Just in those sweatpants again, you could see everything you had tried too hard to avert your gaze from, on display right in front of you.

“E-Eren,” you stutter out, skin burning again even though it was cold now. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s okay. What are you taking, there?” You flushed again at the idea of having to tell Eren it was your birth control, because it felt as if he already knew somehow. He watches you with that damn smirk and a raised eyebrow, waiting for your answer.

“It’s ibuprofen.”

“Oh.. ibuprofen, huh? That’s weird, because every time I asked you if you were okay, you said you were fine. Were you lying to me?” His tone is dangerous, somewhere between amused and angry.

You didn’t even realize he had gotten so close to you, until you tried to take another step backwards to put some distance between you two, but you were met by resistance from a cupboard, signifying the end of the wall.

“I-I wasn’t lying, I just forgot-” You hear him click his tongue. He’s dangerously close to you now, you can feel the heat coming off of his body and one more step from him would make you feel the cold breath of his exhales.

“Forgot what, baby? It seems to me that I just caught you in a lie.” Another click of his tongue. “Now, Armin always says you’re a good girl, but I don’t think a good girl would lie to me like you’ve been doing all night, right?”

Armin. The very mention of his name makes something recoil inside your chest, makes you remember how you don’t want to hurt him like this, and how much pain he would be in if he found out about this little interaction between you and Eren.

You try to push back, but Eren extends his arms up, trapping you between them and the cabinet, leaving no way for you to escape.

“Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me?”

The simple sentence is enough to send your brain, skin, heart on fire, as you let out a breath and find your head nodding up and down. Your body seems to have a mind of its own, wetness seeping from between your folds and no doubt creating a darkened patch on your panties.

“Good girl,” he mewls, dragging out each syllable as he speaks. “I thought I might have to punish you if you kept lying to me, but I don’t think that’ll be an issue anymore. Am I right?” He watches you dumbly nod again, eyes very much blank and just focused on one thing: him. He nods too, mocking your movements and smirking again. “Should we play a game? How about I ask a question, and you have to tell the truth? Sound good?”

Everything’s on fire, and you can’t hear anything besides the thumping of your heart in your chest. Long gone are your inhibitions and desperate hope of a quiet night in with your boyfriend’s roommate.

“First question…” Eren trails off quickly, looking down your body slowly. He takes one hand down from its position of blockading you and brings it to the hem of your—Armin’s—shirt. He plays with it there before continuing his sentence. “What were you thinking about in the shower earlier?”

You feel your breath catch in your throat and a quick flame erupts in your chest at the humiliation you feel—so he had heard you after all. And he interrupted you on purpose.

“You-you were listening? I-” Eren laughs, a low rumble from his chest meeting your ears as you begin to quiver from your position against him.

“I wasn’t listening so much as you were being loud. It seems to me that you wanted me to hear you, isn’t that right? Or else what kind of a filthy slut would be so loud?”

You tremble at the name he calls you, not used to sort of degradation Eren is putting you through. A small voice in the back of your head tells you that he’s not wrong, and your behavior is akin to some kind of whore. Maybe you’ve been like this all along, and you just needed the right person to bring it out of you. Your head feels utterly empty and devoid of any more thoughts, and you blank at what to say to Eren next.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” you splutter out, feeling incredibly small near Eren, who towers over you. There’s something sadistic in Eren’s gaze, but you notice him soften up at your apology.

“What are you apologizing for?” he questions, quieter than before. He knows the two of you are alone, but he can’t bring himself to raise his voice at you.

You, the bane of his existence, and a blessing all at once. Since the day Armin introduced you to him, there’s been nothing he’s wanted more than for you to meet his gaze and look at him the way you looked at his best friend, with love and adoration. He got a few lucky weeks where you didn’t immediately shy away from his eyes, when he felt like you were challenging him to do something, anything. But it went as soon as it came, and suddenly he was seeing less and less of you. Until this opportunity from Armin’s departure, that is.

“I… I was being a slut,” you whisper back to him, tears lining up at the waterline of your pretty eyes as he moves a hand to your jaw and forces you to look right at him while you speak. You shudder at the touch of his skin on yours, but you don’t want him to stop all the same.

“That’s okay, baby,” he says in an incredibly reassuring tone that has you wondering what he’ll do next. “I like my girls a little slutty, but just for me, right?” You nod again, quickly. “Besides, I have to make it up to you, you know. I stopped you right when you were getting real close, didn’t I? I could just tell from those pretty noises you were making.”

The next few moments pass by in a blur, Eren’s arms move and suddenly you’re over his shoulder, ass up and out as the shirt you’re wearing rides up. He delivers a quick slap, making you cry out, as he brings you into the room and lays you on the bed. He’s standing between your legs, a hand on each thigh keeping you spread open for him as he observes closely the impact of his actions on you.

“You’re just soaking through your panties, aren’t you? Are you really that eager for me?”

You let out a whine, not wanting to answer his question because your face is burning again at the idea of Eren staring so closely at your clothed pussy—and you let out an even higher-pitched squeal when he uses a finger to push your panties aside, and look at your wetness completely.

“So wet, and so pretty, all for me, huh?”

“Y-yes. All for you,” you let out with a moan, eager for Eren to do something. Anything at all would set you over the edge, with how you’ve been feeling these last few hours. But you think he knows that, because his actions are all teasing you and leaving you wanting more, blindly clenching around nothing at all as his fingers barely graze your clit. He lets out a laugh at your desperate antics, and you’re about to come from the slightest touch, and suddenly you feel the bed moving as Eren wraps his lips around your clit and pushes his tongue against you.

You didn’t even know you could make the noise that you let out, a scream and a cry and carnal moan all wrapped in one. You know Eren thinks the same because he looks up at you from his position between your legs, laughing against your core. The vibration from his laugh makes your legs shake even harder, as you feel Eren’s tongue attacking your clit at an even faster pace. You’re seeing stars and completely unaware of everything else, like how Eren’s nimble hands slid your panties down and tossed them to the side somewhere, landing near the bookshelf, so close to the edge when you feel his fingers teasing at your opening and plunge in without any warning.

You were completely right about your earlier predictions, feeling Eren quickly add a third finger inside you as you clasp a hand over your mouth to stop the obscene noises from leaving your mouth. You do have neighbors, after all, despite how much empty your head feels of every thought besides one; Eren.

He pulls his mouth away from your sensitive nerves for just a second, just to chastise you before continuing his actions.

“Don’t do that,” he says the words against your lips, “I want to hear you.”

You weren’t sure it was possible to feel even more pleasure than you were now, but Eren’s words made you feel feral as you let out another loud moan, this time not muffled. You think he calls you a good girl, but you’re not sure if it’s your imagination. You whine when you feel Eren pull his fingers out of you, suddenly so empty when you had been so full moments ago. You’re trying to collect the words to tell him to keep going, and how this is the second time he’s ruined your finishing, but you just can’t. The only thing that comes out is a mumble of ‘please’ and ‘Eren’

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not stopping,” he says, pulling himself up and hovering over you. One of his strong arms is by your head, holding himself up as the other hand, the one that had been inside of you, finds its way to your mouth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, dropping your jaw quickly for him as he shoves the fingers into your hot mouth.

“Suck.” Another command that has you reeling, doing exactly as he wants and swirling your tongue around Eren’s long fingers. They’re coated with your heady wetness, and the taste is unlike anything you’ve experienced before, but you don’t stop. It feels entirely too dirty and filthy, but you’re willing to do anything to get Eren’s approval now. His words are clear now.

“Good girl. Since you’ve been so good, I think you can cum now.”

His fingers leave your mouth quickly, and he’s fiddling with your hands now, that were previously gripping the sheets so tightly you were scared they might tear. He pulls up your shirt even more, exposing your tits to the cold air of the room, and puts your fingers on your hardened nipples. He doesn’t give a command, but you know it instinctively, that he wants you to play with your nipples while he makes you come. You’re not sure how long you’ll be able to follow his orders, but you go ahead anyways. You’re teasing yourself in front of his hungry, wolf-like gaze, as you clench on nothing every time you run your fingers over your sensitive nipples.

Satisfied, he returns back to his position between your legs. You’re crying out before his fingers even reach your wetness, and choke on your moan when he inserts three at once again. You know there’s no way you’ll be able to hold out now, and if he stops again you feel like you might explode into a million pieces. His tongue is rough against your clit, moving in the perfect motion, and one more thrust of his perfect fingers against that spot inside you will have you cumming so hard— Eren speaks against your pussy, a singular word.

“Cum.”

You feel the knot snap in your stomach and your orgasm shakes through you like a bolt of lightning. You hear yourself release a scream before you can stop it, fingers leaving your breasts and grasping onto Eren’s dark strands for dear life, because he hasn’t let up on his actions yet. He keeps going, riding you through it, tongue and mouth continuing on and fingers pumping in and out so quickly that the bedroom is filled with a crude, squelching noise. You’re not sure exactly how loud you were, but your throat is dry and scratchy, and you’re swallowing just to feel some relief. You feel Eren slowly retract his fingers, breathing heavy against the soft skin of your thigh, as you find your way back to reality. You don’t look down at Eren, but you hear him licking his fingers, tasting your wetness in such a sinful manner, you know you can’t look at him do it.

Reality sets in, and you look around your surroundings. Every single one of your senses had been preoccupied with Eren minutes ago, but now that they were free again, you take in the comfortable scent of the sheets and the lingering scent of your slick leaves your thoughts as you take in the familiar scent of old books. Your heartbeat was just returning to normal, when you look around and realize you’re in Armin’s room, on Armin’s bed, as Armin’s best friend gave you the most powerful orgasm of your life.

You sit up quickly, breathing rapidly as your shirt falls to cover yourself, and you meet Eren’s eyes again.

“Lay back, baby, we’re not done yet.” There’s a haze over your thoughts, and his words, because you want to fight him, and yell and scream at him for bringing you into Armin’s room when you already felt so horrible about what you’ve done, but you can’t summon anything. The only thing you can think about is Eren’s dick, and how it would feel inside you, and how your sensitive walls would take him. So you follow Eren’s orders, and lay back down. Eren hovers over you again, pulling at your shirt, up and over your head, and it lands with a soft thud on the carpet.

He’s looking at you now, up and down slowly, but different than all the other times. He doesn’t have to rush to take it all in this time, because you’re on display just for him now. So he takes his time, and starts with a soft kiss to the skin right above your heart, wondering if he can hear the hard thuds or if that’s just his imagination. You look at him while he continues his ministrations, wondering why he’s being so slow and careful, because you hadn’t expected this.

His lips work their way up, to your collarbone and then your neck, taking his time to suck on the skin and pepper it with kisses once he hears you hiss in pain. He murmurs an apology against your jaw, before his teeth take your bottom lip between them. He lets go soon after, too eager to feel your lips against his. He’s scared you might pull away, but you don’t. You know you’ve done something terrible, but it’s too late to take it back now.

He kisses you deeply, tongues finding each other and exchanging that heady taste of yourself. You moan into the kiss, your hands finding the side of Eren’s face and trying to push him onto yourself even harder. You’re not sure if you ever want to pull away from Eren’s lips, but he finally does, trying to catch his breath. You look into his green eyes for a moment, and find your own eyes watering.

“Don’t cry, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” Eren’s words send you scrambling again, too eager for the fullness you know is inevitable when he finally fucks you.

You feel yourself grabbing for the waistband of his sweats, but Eren’s faster than you. His one hand pins both of yours against your chest, as he clicks his tongue in that obnoxious way again.

“Patience. Only patient girls get daddy’s cock.” You want to scream at him about how patient you’ve been, all this time and all of tonight, but you bite your tongue. You don’t need Eren’s punishment on top of the torture he’s put you through already.

You let go of your resistance and watch with wide eyes as he removes the only thing that was in your way. His erect dick snaps up against his stomach once it’s freed, and you swallow without thinking, looking at the sheer size of him. He’s just as big as you had imagined, the tip a pretty, dark pink with white beads of pre-cum gathered at the top, and every vein causing you to descend further and further into a wanton state. It’s his thickness that you weren’t prepared for. If three of his fingers were such a tight stretch, you can only imagine what this would do to you. But at the same time, you think you might die if Eren doesn’t fuck you right now.

He watches with that damn smirk as you stare at his dick with more eagerness than he’s ever seen before. He holds his length in his hand, directing himself to your entrance but not pushing in. He holds himself there, running his dick over your folds and almost succumbing to the inviting wetness of your cunt, but he stops himself.

“Do you want my cock, baby?” Another surge of heat rushes through your body, feeling almost light-headed at how difficult he’s making this. But you weren’t about to start misbehaving now.

“Y-yes, yes, Eren, please-” You hiccup out, feeling yourself lose the battle against your watery eyes, as the tears roll down your face. “Please, I want it so badly, please, please, please—Oh!”

Eren pushes in without any warning, watery eyes being his own breaking point. He could have finished on the spot seeing you cry begging for his dick, and he was determined to make you cum again before then. The noises you’re making are incredibly obscene, and he knows you’re being loud enough to notify the entire floor, but he’s not going to stop you. He’s only about half way in, but he wants to be nice and let you adjust to him.

“P-please, Eren, please-” You’re not entirely sure what you’re begging Eren for. A part of you doesn’t think it’s possible to feel more full, and another part of you wants Eren to fuck you so hard you forget everything and everyone.

He’s about to chastise you again to be patient, and let you know that he’s doing this for you, not him, but he realizes his actions are louder than his words. With another thrust, he pushes his entire length in you. You moan again, this time with a breathy gasp, and he can’t help the smile on his face. You look so pretty crying, trying to take his entire dick and struggling immensely.

He thrusts slowly, wanting to make it last and make you feel every last vein of dick deep inside you, but the way your tight cunt grips him has him speeding up before he can help it. The noises filling Armin’s room are beyond lecherous, as the only sounds are of his tightening balls smacking against your skin with every deep thrust, and the lewd noise of your wetness taking him.

He’s got you on your back, sitting up between your thighs and one leg hoisted on his shoulder, and thrusting so hard you can feel his hip-bone bruising your skin. There’s only one thought left in your head, and that’s how good Eren feels inside you. The aching burn of his initial assault is long gone, leaving just the feeling of Eren filling you up. Your hands remember his earlier order and find their way to your hardened nipples again, pinching and teasing, putting on a show for Eren as he moans loudly. Every noise he makes goes straight to your core, making you clench around him harder than before.

His lithe fingers find your clit again, and you throw your head back and moan even louder at the feeling. You were so, so sensitive already and this was the last straw. One more of Eren’s thrusts, hitting that special spot inside you, and one more touch of his fingers on your clit sent you screaming to your second orgasm. You were clenching tightly, as Eren worked you through it again and kept his thrusts going. You were seeing black, screaming his name and God knows what else, as you came and waves of pleasure washed over you and heat radiated from your head to your toes.

Eren’s continued thrusts kept going, even after your pussy tightened around him. You were out of breath and sweaty, and you felt Eren’s hips stutter as he leaned forwards and found your hot mouth again. You were kissing again, his lips on yours as you swallowed his moans and grabbed his arms to steady yourself. With another rapid succession of thrusts, Eren moved his lips to your neck and groaned loudly as he came inside you. You felt the hot ropes of his cum deep inside your pussy, as he kept going and going, eventually pulling out of you with a heady moan. You could feel his cum leaking out of you and onto Armin’s sheets, as you laid incredibly still beside Eren, both of you trying to catch your breath. You were ashamed to look Eren in the eyes, avoiding his gaze still as you felt your heart rate return somewhat back to normal.

“Hey,” was all he said, breathlessly, and with a deep look in his eyes that you had never seen before. “Are you okay?”

He straightened himself up, leaning against the bed frame and opening his arms in an inviting manner. You wanted nothing more than to avoid his touch, but you felt the exhaustion in your limbs and you convinced yourself there was nothing wrong with being held by him for a few minutes. You leaned against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling up the covers to shield you both from the cold air. You were content to fall asleep right here, every sense of yours taken up by Eren, but you couldn’t just yet.

“What are we going to tell Armin?” you breathed out dejectedly. It was the one thought that was plaguing your mind, the one thought stopping you from being happy and peaceful beside Eren tonight.

“Oh, baby. You’re acting like this entire thing this wasn’t his idea.”

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thanks for reading! part two with armin, anyone?

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A/N: Sorry, that I haven't posted in quite a while! I was lacking motivation a little bit and had a ton of other stuff to do. This one here was not requested, but the idea for it was stuck in my head for a couple days now and I couldn't concentrate on writing anything else. I will probably write some of the open requests soon.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: light smut (only a few paragraphs)

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„Come on, Y/N, we‘re waiting for you!”. Cassian’s voice is calling out to you from the dance floor. Behind him, you spot Mor, looking seriously offended you’re leaving her alone and instead sitting in a corner of Rita’s with a not even half-finished drink in your hand. Rhys and Feyre must be here somewhere too.

Even Azriel is on the dance floor, a rare sight. You can’t help but stare at him, the way his wings glow faintly in the glimmering lights of the club. His body that moves so flawlessly to the rhythm, so unlike the movements you are used to see him perform when training.

Fingers entangled in your hair, the hot feeling of his lips on yours. His voice in your ear, telling you he would take you slowly.

You shake your head as if to get rid of the memory, but still blush as Azriel’s gaze meets yours for a second.

“I’m sorry guys, but I don’t feel like dancing today”, you excuse yourself. That being said, you set down your glass and quickly escape out into the night.

Inhaling the cold air slowly, you try to calm down. It’s not his fault, you remind yourself, that you can’t seem to get over him. That you start thinking in an inappropriate way as soon as your eyes meet.

His lips met your neck, kissing and sucking on it. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your body begging for him to come closer. As his kisses travel downward you cannot help but moan out his name.

“Y/N is everything okay?”, Mor calls out to you. The fantasy in your head is gone, leaving you restless, yearning for him.

“Yes, I’m fine”, you say, not looking up.

“No, you’re not and you know that”. She’s close enough to see your face now. “What’s wrong?”, she asks. Her eyes soften as she hugs you. Mor must have seen your despair.

“I- it’s nothing, really”. At her strict look, you wince a little bit. You want to tell her. But it’s just so embarrassing.

“I had sex. With Azriel”, you start over, taking a deep breath. But before you can continue, she exclaims: “By the Mother, that’s awesome! When? Why didn’t you tell me?”.

A tear builds up in your eye and before you know it, you’re crying into her shoulder.

“It- it… it was a couple years ago”, you finally manage to say. By now all you can really feel is embarrassment. “And it’s not awesome. Well, it was. But-“. You start sobbing again.

“It was a one-night stand. He… acts as if nothing ever happened, but I can’t stop thinking about it and whenever he looks at me, I-“. You stop talking. It sounds absolutely idiotic, even to you.

But Mor doesn’t look bewildered. Instead, she hugs you even tighter, rubbing your back slightly.

“What happens then, sweetie?”, she asks.

Sighing, you gulp down your embarrassment: “I miss him. A lot. He’s still there, of course. But afterwards he stopped talking to me the way he did before. We’re not as close anymore. And above all I not only miss our friendship …”, your cheeks heat up again, “Since him I’ve never had sex THAT good again, so I stopped having any altogether. And now I’m not only missing him and kind of into him, I’m also sexually frustrated and lonely”.

You did have sex with other males in the succeeding weeks. But none of them had been able to give you the same feeling he did. That indescribable feeling of closure and … being loved. Even though he most likely didn’t love you, because it took him a month to even look at you again.

Mor’s face is a mix of amusement and empathy: “Like… no sex in years? For a guy who fucked you so good but then what? Ignored you? Even though there was this feeling that nobody else could give you?”. You nod, and she actually starts laughing. “Honey, if you weren’t that sad it would be hilarious, because it sure as hell sounds like he’s your mate”.

Your entire world shifts in that moment.

Your sweaty bodies are tangled in his sheets, gasping for air. Azriel’s shadows swirling around you, purring in your ears. With his final thrust, the world around you seems to fade away. There’s just him and you, for a second you don’t even know where his body ends and yours begins anymore.

Shocked, you look at her. “I… that kind of makes sense? But he would’ve talked to me then, wouldn’t he? I … I’m so confused right now”.

Your thoughts are running wild. Was this the reason he ignored you? Because he was overwhelmed? Was he waiting for you to make the first step? Or… Or was he not interested in the bond and wanted to reject it?

“Y/N? Mor? Is everything alright? Rhys told me to look after you, you’ve been gone for quite a while now”. You quickly wipe away your tears at Azriel’s voice. What should you tell him?

Mor winks at you, already making her way back towards the entrance: “Everything alright, shadowsinger. You might want to stay and talk to Y/N for a second though”.

And just like that, Mor vanishes, leaving me alone with Azriel. His wings are slightly shuffling behind his back and his gaze on me looks worried.

“So, uhm what did Mor mean?”. His shadows are coiling closely around his arms, showing how uncomfortable he is.

You inhale slowly, making sense of your thoughts. You find no good solution, so you just decide to start at the beginning.

“A couple of years ago we… after a celebration for you when you came home from a mission we had sex. Do you remember?”. It was almost painful to say this while watching him. Not only was the atmosphere incredibly tense, but also the possibility of him actually having forgotten about it made you sad.

He frowned a little, “I do remember, Y/N. Quite well, actually. But I don’t get what you’re trying to tell me”. For a second, you believe to see a certain hunger in his eyes. An expression you had only seen once on him before.

Nodding, you continue, “There was this… this feeling back then. Something I’ve never felt before. And nobody else has been able to make me feel the same way. I told Mor about it…”

You can’t finish your sentence, he cuts in sharply, “Why are you telling Mor this after years?”. And to himself, almost inaudible, he murmurs, “Don’t think about the other males”. The anger on his face is devastating.

You are absolutely terrified, but know you have to tell him. So, you muster up all of your courage and speek the words aloud that had been on your mind ever since, “Because I am in love with you. Because I don’t know what I should do about this, as you’re so distant all the time. And I cannot take this anymore, I miss you. I hate seeing you with other females. When I can’t fall asleep I think about this connection I felt that night”.

The pure shock on his face quickly gives way to a broad smile. “And what Mor meant is that… when I talked to her and described that feeling to her, she said we are most probably mates”. The last word is purely a whisper hanging in the air between you two. Mates.

And then, without hesitation, he begins to talk. “The first time I felt the bond was about two weeks before that night, when I said goodbye to you before that mission. It was so painful to leave you behind…”

“Hold up, you knew of the bond?”, you question him. Guilt creeps upon his face. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you ignore me for weeks after we had sex? Do you know what this did to me? All these years and you didn’t bother to just talk to me?”. Hot tears again spill over your cheeks.

He comes closer, as to wipe your tears away, but you back away.

“Y/N, I thought you didn’t want the bond. That you rejected it. Or worse, that it was only one-sided, because I couldn’t feel you across it. Rhys told me that the safest way to know was to just sleep with you, because then the bond normally clears up, but it didn’t work. At least I thought so”. The look on his face is pleading, but still, all you feel is anger and loneliness.

“So you only slept with me because Rhys told you so?”.

“No! I did it, because I love you and wanted you, truly. I still wished that the mating bond would reveal itself. And when I thought that it hadn’t worked, I couldn’t bear to be around you. I was so angry at the Cauldron, because I felt unworthy. Again. Imagine being in my situation. Having a mate, but the bond not working completely, the other person unaware of what’s going on! I did what I had to do to protect myself”.

The vulnerability in his statement catches you absolutely off guard. A small smile formed on your face, as you walk a few steps towards him.

“Maybe we weren’t ready back then. Maybe it kept us waiting, because it knew we would need the time to work things out”, you suggest, closing the distance between you and him.

His eyes twinkle in the starlight, as he lowers his head, “Well, there’s only one way of finding out”, he says as he cradles your head in his hands. Slowly, he comes closer and closer, until you can’t endure the tension anymore and slam your lips on his.

His lips are velvet on yours, only intensifying the kiss after a few seconds. He holds himself back, almost painfully so. But you are yearning for him, for his touch. And as you licked his lower lip and he grants you access to his mouth, you felt it again. The euphoria racing through your veins. And as you kept kissing, it was as if a fog lifts itself and all of a sudden you can feel him, not only against your body, but also against your soul, interlocking with it.

He must have felt the same thing, as we both gasp for air almost at the same time. Azriel’s mouth twists into a smile as he kisses me again. His wings are now wrapped around you, obscuring you from any passers-by.

“I’ve waited 500 years to find you, my mate”, he says. The word echoing through me. Mate. Mate. Mate. You still can’t believe this is actually happening, as you send a wave of love across the bond. “But I would have waited 500 more for you. For this moment alone”.

At this, you kiss him again, unable to express your emotions any other way. “Let’s end this journey how we began it, shall we? With me in your bed”.

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Jealousy (Connie x Reader)

phases of love collab | masterlist

Pairing: Connie x Reader

Summary: You take Sasha’s place.

Content Warnings: Implied aot ending spoilers, smut, angst, character death (reader), some fluff, romantic sex, slight cockwarming, drugs / alcohol

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This hurt me to write so I hope it hurts to read. Thank you so much to @dande-lion and @eremiie who beta-read this and gave me so many suggestions because I didn’t like the way I worded it. I would not have been able to be happy with this without you, ILYSM

For @mikaberries collab! Thanks for letting me participate!

Connie’d never loved like this before. He can’t recall a single time in his life that he’s felt so truly connected to someone, so deeply ingrained in someone else’s being that he doesn’t know who he’d be without them.

Connie had you wrapped in his body, dick buried in you so deep and legs intertwined so gently. His delicate fingers sunk into your skin as one wrapped around your waist, the other around your head. There was nothing rough about tonight, nothing exemplary or particularly outstanding except for the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you.

Connie was infatuated with you. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of your skin against his as he fucked himself up into you with steady flicks of his hips. You felt so good around him, hips grinding to meet his with gentle moans. He wishes he could have this moment forever, wrap it up and keep it in his pocket so he can feel it whenever he needs to. The way your gummy walls hugged him or how you breathed in low and deep sighs with each of his thrusts.

“So beautiful…” He exhaled against your skin, pulling back to take the hand from your head and run his thumb along the plump skin of your cheek.

You gave him a lazy smile, eyebrows furrowed together in focus and pleasure as he leaned in to kiss you. It was delicate at first, pumping into you slowly, keeping up his sluggish pace. Connie was taking you in, appreciating the feel of your lips on his and the way you tasted like sweat and sex and something akin to cinnamon.

Connie wasn’t working towards a goal, arm wrapped lazily around your body, sticky with sweat while he admired your feel.That was the best way to put it— he was simply letting you both admire each other’s feeling, whispering sweet nothings, he just wanted to love you. So he fucked into you languidly, mind clouded over and head spinning.

He could remember clearly every moment like this he’d had with you and he was about to lock away this one with the first time he saw you, your first kiss, your first time. He doesn’t know why this moment in particular strikes him so deeply, but the way you look and your cunt fluttering around him has his heart swelling with love and pride.

You’re his.

There was nothing to be discontent with, no doubt seeded in his heart about another man, no jealousy bubbling in his gut. You were only his and he knew it, he could feel it in the desperate little sighs of his name as you came closer to your high, heat building in your stomach as the candle beside the bed dimmed as it burned through its wick.

The two of you had been like this for hours, Connie unwilling to let you go until he’d felt you come undone around him so much that he’s all you think about— you’re all he thinks about. He was already all you thought about though, already taking up the most space in your mind even when you weren’t creaming around him. Still, you couldn’t complain, so wrapped in his smell and feel that you let him keep rutting his hips into you, arms looped around his body and fingers digging into the muscles of his back.

But it’s true, Connie’s love for you was incredible and you felt it with every stroke of his big hand against you, in the way your skin buzzed as if it were whispering its own sweet words between his. Words of praise whispered over the pillow, lips brushing past each other’s ear to mumble quiet “I love you’s” that rattle through each other's bodies like coins down a well.

When you finally came undone in a steady rise, like water bubbling delicately over the edge of a too-full container, you whimpered, teeth sinking into the muscle of his shoulder. Your legs trembled as he held you tightly, slowing his movements and letting you bury your face into him, looking for anything to ground you as your body rolled.

Connie loved your voice, the whine of his name that spilled from your lips and the way your cunt clenched around him, pillowy and soft. He loved you and with that profound knowledge, soon met his own high with a stutter of his hips, cumming deep into you as he buried himself to the hilt.

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, Connie unmoving within you as you panted against each other before your breathing fell into an even rhythm. How was he supposed to let you go? How could he be expected to pull out and let you pad to the toilet. It would only be a few minutes but he found himself dreading the moment you stirred in his arms. He’d let you meld yourself to him like this if it were possible.

“You know that I’ve got to get up.” You chuckled into his chest, turning your head to glance to the nightstand. “And I’d like to get up before that candle burns through and I have to stumble through the dark.”

It was growing dim, nearing the end of its life span as it casted a low light across the bedroom. Connie’s desk was faintly illuminated in the corner but you were focused on the way the light danced over his features, displaying the apples of his cheeks that rounded with his smile.

“I know,” he sighed, pulling you closer, “just don’t wanna let you go right now.”

“You big baby, it’s only a few minutes.” You say, peeling yourself from him and pulling him out of you gently.

He was soft already, but the act itself was intimate and you could feel the way he started to spill out of you as you moved to the other side of the room, wrapping a robe around yourself before leaving the bedroom.

Connie watched you as you left, admiring your hips and your figure as you receded into the darkness. How had he gotten so lucky? He somehow managed to snag the girl the entire regiment was crazy for, and– as you both moved through the ranks– managed to fall so irrevocably in love with you that he’s forgotten who he was without you.

Still, he wouldn’t trade it for the world, wouldn’t trade you for the world.

He was deep in thought by the time you returned to bed, discarding the robe and snuggling up beside his naked figure.

Of all the things that had changed recently, you hadn’t. You remained the woman he loved more than anything, still smiling. He remembers the way you’d joke with your friends and squad, evenings spent laughing at a pub with all of the captains after your promotion.

Every major event of his life had been spent with you and you both had made it out clean, more appreciative of the love you shared. Connie cherished every part of you, every fleeting moment with you.

And he was certain that he’d do it for the rest of his life.

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They’d suspected that Eren had gone awol. That he’d gone off on his own. Connie should have stopped him, they could have talked some sense into him before he fled to Marley, attacking a congregation of world leaders and forcing the Scout Regiments hand.

You both had separated so quickly, each moving away from each other in your own individual squadrons without so much as a stay safe. You both always did. Connie couldn’t have imagined that you’d be one of the six who didn’t make it home.

He couldn’t have guessed that the child would sneak aboard the ship and point the rifle toward Sasha’s chest. But Connie could have predicted the way you jumped in front of her, moving before you had time to think to shield his best friend from the shot.

Connie would never forget the look in your eyes as your blood seeped and pooled onto the cold floor of the airship, his warm hands pressed to your cooling chest, covered in a thick layer of your blood. You looked content, the same look you’d flash at him before any expedition. You were at peace and you smiled up at him. A far too pleased smile for someone who was slipping from Connie’s hands faster than he could process— faster than he wanted you to. How could you be smiling? He was losing you.

It was like you to take a shot for a friend. You always put your comrades before yourself like that.

You and Sasha were both brave that way, the only difference being that today, Sasha would return home to her lover and you would not. Your body would stay in the morgue for the night before they placed you six feet below the ground in a graveyard not far from where you lived.

How is it that you could be so close so far away at the same time? He’d never get to feel your body against his again, never hear your laugh that rings like chimes on a spring day, and looking at your grave after the funeral procession, he could only think about how quickly your blood had cooled on the floor of the airship. Connie stared at the fresh dirt under the headstone, trying to bring anything but your lifeless eyes to mind. He tried to think of your smile, of the crinkle in your eye whenever he’d say something stupid, but instead he was reminded of the uncharacteristically stiff way your body laid in the airship and the wan tone of your skin as your precious years drained from your face.

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As time passed jealousy bled into Connie’s life. Slowly at first, in the waning hours of the morning when he’d be awake and full of drink. He found himself thinking about you constantly, your picture flashing through his mind with startling clarity.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night, grabbing at the sheets beside him– searching for you, wondering in his half asleep state where you’d gone, only to be reminded that this time you weren’t coming back to bed. You’d no longer take your trips to the bathroom and you were much farther away than a few minutes. Instead, he was reminded that he’d have to spend a lifetime without you.

A lifetime without your presence. How unfathomable. So he buried himself in drink, in alcohol, in fighting a war he no longer had a reason to fight. It was bearable that way, his days without you. He was occupied. Working until his hands shook and his feet ached, then drinking to quell the pain. It was all he knew in those following days, working for a peace you’d never know, drinking to forget your time together, sleeping in hopes that he’d see you in another world. But the next world wasn’t for him. Life mercilessly kept him alive, despite his carelessness in the fight.

When the war finally ended and things came to a quiet halt, everything became harder. Eldia rebuilt its streets, patching up the wounds that battle had left on it, and with the power of the titans gone, Eldians were negotiating their terms of peace and fighting the good fight to total freedom. Connie found it difficult now to focus on anything but your absence.

He’d move down the cobbled streets of Marley and be reminded of you at every turn, reminded of something you’d never get to see. He thought of your plans for the future and the way you’d agreed to marry him once peace finally came, but peace came and went without you.

The summer months in Marley were the most beautiful. They brought couples and children and laughter. You’d have loved them. In between peace negotiations, Connie would let himself wander through the streets. Why he even bothered to go outside? He had no clue, but he still did it everyday without fail, wandering until he ended up in the same place he always did. He’d find a seat in the park and watch the couples, listening to the way the ocean sounded as it beat against the shore.

It was supposed to make him feel better, supposed to remind him that things were okay now. But all he felt was unimaginable rage. A rage that grew brighter with each gust of wind and each rustle of leaves. Each happy chuckle of passing couples and each aimless laughter of stumbling children. Connie was jealous, perpetually and undeniably.

He was jealous of the time the two of you never got. Jealous of the people who would spend their lifetimes with their lovers and get to cradle their children. Jealous of his own time, the years he had left ticking by slowly and twisting the knife in his gut with each turn of the month on a calendar. He was jealous of Marco who was no doubt with you now, jealous of Erwin and Miche and anyone they’d ever lost because they were with you.

Why did everyone else get so much time? What made them so different from you? Connie couldn’t understand a world where someone else deserved to survive to see the end when you didn’t, where people other than the two of you got enough time to live out their lives.

Connie didn’t have that luxury and you surely didn’t either.

The weight piled on, the greed, disgust, and envy weighed on his shoulders like boulders. A person can only take so much, can only struggle for so long under such a profound feeling.

It was the day the negotiations were finished, the day the war came to a true end and Eldians were no longer discriminated against legally, that he broke.

He fell to his knees in his temporary apartment after getting home and seeing the bare walls, the ones that lacked pictures because he’d never gotten to take any of you. You would have loved today, would have pulled him into the living room to dance or even invited all of your remaining friends to your shared apartment to celebrate. Connie could practically hear you telling him to appreciate the day, your voice chiming like bells in the recesses of his mind. It was haunting.

“Fuck!” He shouted, slamming his fist onto the counter and collapsing to the floor as sobs wracked through his body.

His friends had followed him to his apartment, worried for him. They had been for a while and today was the breaking point, watching him sway down the steps of the courthouse without so much as a word. They could hear him crying through the walls, hear the guttural cries that seemed to push through him so angrily.

Connie’s stomach was twisting in painful knots, it was years of being tired, years of missing you crumbling all at once in a crescendo of anger and unimaginable grief. He was sick, his heart wrenched in his chest, hammering against his ribcage, something your heart could no longer do.

It was sickening, how his bones wracked and how his shoulder shook with every shuddering sob. His own walls were finally let down and his veiled emotions crashed over him appallingly fast. How did he carry around this weight, this grief, for so long?

Connie couldn’t pick his head up from his hands when his friends came in, ushering themselves past the entrance to crouch on the floor with him, Jean’s arm bracing his frame and helping to keep him upright. They let him cry like that for a long while, letting the sounds echo through an apartment that should have had you in it.

They all missed you, but they had already done their mourning. In doing so, they’d left Connie behind to fend for himself. Left him alone like you had.

“She’s watching from somewhere, Connie.” Jean’s voice piped up, low and reassuring.

“Y’know-” Connie choked out, sniffling. “Everyone talks so much about this a-afterlife.”

Another sob wracks through him.

“About his place where the dead go once they’ve finished their time here.” He was shouting now, voice rising.

“I just wish that maybe there was some fucking proof that she’s still there.” His fists balled up against the floor. This time Connie doesn’t try to stop the cries to talk, he pauses to let himself sob before speaking again. “Because right now I can’t find a single reason to believe she’s out there and I don’t know what I’d do if I never got to see her again.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to move on? How do I carry this weight? How can I keep taking steps forward when she’s not at the end?” Connie’s eyes snap up to Jean, his hand coming to grab his wrist.

His eyes were pleading, crying for an answer, something, somebody to tell him that there was something to look forward to. That you would be at the end of this stupid game called life. His voice came up from the deepest recesses of his body. Eyebrows pulled up in anguish, eyes glassy with tears that refused to let up as he peered into his best friend’s eyes. Connie knew he couldn’t answer, knew that there was no one secret to getting through this, that he’d have to power through on his own. But he was so angry, so exhausted from fighting.

“Why did it have to be her!” He gasps, eyes going wide as realization courses through his shaking body. “Why didn’t she get more time, why didn’t she get to fucking see today?! Why was it me? _____ would have known what to say today, would have had the perfect words. I’ve never had them, never had anything to say.”

Connie inhaled deeply, blinking until limpid tears decorated the fabric of his uniform. “I need her here. I need her.”

That was the last thing he said that night, letting himself cry on the floor in the company of his friends who tried in vain to calm him. He raged against fate, body heaving in tremendous sobs that left his chest feeling emptier than before, inhaling in great pulls because with each cry he could feel the water flooding his lungs. Invading, violating, and wretched with every wail. Everything served as a reminder for his jealousy, ugly and painful in its existence.

Connie knows you’d have hated this.

Could you see him right now? Were you watching in the months to come as he hit his lowest low before slowly starting to pick himself back up, finally formally forgiving Gabi even though he hadn’t blamed her for a long while.

It took a long time for him to gain that semblance of normalcy and once he returned to Eldia from overseas, he went straight to your grave, finally able to face your name scrawled on the headstone once again. Connie hadn’t expected it, but with time the jealousy faded into a dull ache. He spent hours in the graveyard that day, staying with you until the sun had long set over the horizon and the air nipped at his skin. Connie would take any time he could have with you, even if it was like this. And as he sat there talking about the newfound peace, he hoped you could hear him.

He was filled with regrets about you. He wishes he had made you laugh more or studied the way you threw your head back in a smile because after so many years the memory had faded to little more than a silhouette. Connie wished he had taken pictures of you, kissed you on the day he met you, married you. But he couldn’t.

Connie wondered if you were watching him all the time. Did you watch his healing, the way he picked himself back up after being shattered and broken for so long. Maybe he’d glued part of you to him when he patched himself up, maybe he still gets to carry some of you with him in the corner of his heart he knows is reserved for you.

Did you see the day he met her? The woman he’d marry one day. She’d caught his eye because she reminded him so much of you, especially in her smile. Connie couldn’t help but think you’d had something to do with it, some cosmic influence that led her to him.

He thought of you on his wedding day as his bride moved down the aisle, radiant in her beauty. Connie loved her the way he loved you, deeply and honestly. He thought of you the day his first child was born and on every day after that because he saw you in every part of his little girl. He saw you in the way she laughed and the way she ate, the way she stood up after scraping her knee to keep running.

Connie told his wife about you, about the love he lost, and his daughter thought of you as family, despite never meeting you. Your name fell from his family’s lips so often that it was like you’d never left this world in the first place.

He healed, Finally, time began moving again and that sickening envy slipped from his veins like melting ice. He was no longer jealous.

He still goes to your grave, every Sunday. He brings his family and sits his daughter on his lap to tell stories about you, about every aspect of you. Partly because he wants her to know, but also so that he can remember. It’s like a prayer, uttering your name as they sit in the grass that had long grown over the dirt with such reverence, such adoration.

The wind moves through the trees, shaking leaves from their late summer bloom and Connie swears he can hear you laughing, deep and rich and so like you.

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rosesvioletshardy · 3 years

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overtime win celebrations - mat barzal

okay this is very unedited because i lowkey rushed it and i know it’s bad. also this is very bad smut because i haven’t written it in a while and i tried to read others and my old ones to get some inspiration and try to make it at least accurate in a way idk

also a very happy birthday mat today

(isles win today or else i’ll fly to new york and 🔪) (jk ,,, unless)

this was requested by @gigissports who gave me the idea of this fic when i said i wanted to write a fic but didn’t know what to write about or who to write about so thank you to her and i hope you like it

(also idk what that title is it’s the first thing that came to my mind)

(ps y’all should also follow her as well she’s an amazing person)

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warnings: mention of fights, SMUT (18+) (minors please don’t interact), fluff, little angst? (idk mat is a little upset so idk if that’d count as angst)

# of words: 1,941 (sorry it’s short i tried to make it somewhat longer but my brain decided to go into writer’s block so)

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It was all going well, up until it wasn’t. You knew that playoff hockey got even more intense than the regular season and meant that more injuries were prone to happen. Mat told you the night the Islanders got clinched that he wouldn’t try to get into many fights anymore or get anymore penalty minutes seeing that he’s their star and that the top player shouldn’t have that many penalty minutes. He managed to not get into any fights or get any penalties the first 4 games. You would’ve gone to the game but you decided to stay at yours and Mat’s apartment to watch the game due to being busy earlier in the day and Mat was completely fine with however you wanted to watch the game. The only thing he did request before he left was that you wore one of his jerseys that he wasn’t going to be wearing for good luck. As soon as you came home from work it was the first thing you did and you sent a picture to him to show him. You knew he wouldn’t answer right away but you saw that he read it.

The game was going smoothly up until the second period where the penguins were leading by 3. You knew that the team was frustrated by the way they looked as the camera panned over to the bench and that they were trying their hardest. Mat’s line was now playing and you felt as if they were going to score during that period. It wasn’t until moments after Anthony’s goal where a fight broke out and Mat got into the middle of it. You couldn’t tell what happened but you stood up on your feet and became really concerned. It wasn’t until you saw him walk towards the locker room with one of the medics before they showed the reply. The rest of the game you couldn’t focus on and only worried that something would happen even later into the game. Mat had said he was fine but you knew that he wasn’t from when they showed him.

The only good thing to come out of the game was the double overtime win and you knew it was going to be a while before Mat got home. You hadn’t really had anything for dinner because of it and could only eat crackers because your mind was only worried for Mat and Mat only. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep seeing how late it was. Mat on the other hand was exhausted as well and it was just from playing almost 5 rounds of hockey. A sigh escaped his mouth when he reached the front door and took out his keys only to find you sleeping on the couch wearing his white jersey. He smiled at the site before dropping his bag and taking his shoes off before walking over to you and crouching down in front of you. Mat took a moment to analyze the details of your face before he started to caress your face and wake you up. Your eyes began to flutter open as you saw him crouched down to your height

“Hey baby” he whispered as you sat up making room for him

“Hi maty, sorry you had to see me like this” you told as he sat down and pulled you into his chest

“It’s okay you deserve some rest.” he said trying to hide his eye

“Let me see, don’t hide it.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked him confusion running across your face

“Because I promised to you that I wouldn't get into any fights or get any penalties during playoffs” he admitted

“I’m not mad, I was worried the entire time. It happens.” you affirmed him as you ran your fingers over the bruised eye lightly making sure that you didn’t hurt him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while taking in each other’s company before you both looked at each other and brought your lips together. You’ve been with Mat for over a year and a half and yet he still gave you butterflies every time you kissed. Straddling him, you continued to kiss as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Everything in that moment just felt perfect. Mat pulled away and stood up, picked you up and took you to yours and his room. After laying you down on the bed, he began to slowly push up his jersey while pressing small kisses along your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks, making you moan before pulling away to take the jersey off. His breath hitched when he saw the lingerie you had on underneath and smiled and you spoke up

“I was going to surprise you when you got home but i ended up falling asleep, so this isn’t exactly how I planned it” you told him sitting back up

“Well I’m still surprised don’t worry and you still look beautiful” he said before giving you another kiss and laying you back down after you took off his suit jacket, shirt and pants leaving him just in his underwear as you traced your fingers down his body

“I love you so much. Thank you for everything you do. From supporting me at home and away games to dealing with me and my antics”

Mat unclipped you bra as he pressed light kisses over your collarbones as his hands roamed all over your body and stopping at your thighs, Pushing your legs apart, his fingers hooking onto your underwear before sliding them off and inserting two of them inside you. His eyes never left yours, curling his fingers more and while his thumb rubbed your clit, causing you to moan

“Maty, please” you let out

“In all time princess. It’s all about patience” he whispered in your ear before removing his fingers as soon as he felt you clenching.

Removing his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and sucked off your juices and sank down to his knees and kissed the soft skin of your thighs, feeling scruff from his playoff beard he was finally allowed to grow out. He wasted no time when it came to eating you out as he sucked back on your clit. One of his favorite sounds was hearing your moans and whimpers, as a smirk plastered onto his face, gripping your thighs tighter. You became more and more frustrated as you tugged on his hair wanting more. Pulling him closer onto you, his hands grabbed your breasts making you gasp and moan his name more. He began to slowly lick your clit before starting to suck on it. You can feel him slowly pull away before going back and inserting his finger again

“Oh god. Oh fuck. Mat that feels so good. Please don’t stop”

“What do you need princess?”

“You. I need you.”

“Fuck, maty i’m so close please” you told him as you could feel him humming against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. The familiar feeling began to coil in your stomach as you tugged on his hair harder and him licking you as his name left your lips, almost to the point where the neighbors would probably hear.

When he pulled away, he pressed a kiss against your lips, making you taste yourself. Mat leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand next to the bed as you began to palm him through his boxers before pulling it down. You helped him roll the condom on him as he then lined himself in between you and grabbing your legs to hook against him

“You ready?” he asked looking into your eyes, making sure you’re still comfortable

“Yes” you told him as you curled your fingers at the bottom of his hair as he pressed his lips against yours while pushing himself inside you, groaning into his mouth.

His hips rolled with every thrust he gave, his lips leaving yours and pressing kisses along your jaw as he whispered in your ear as the occasional moan left his lips when you marked up his back or tugged his hair more. His hands gripped around your waist as he

“I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too”

“Are you close?” he whispered pulling away from your neck “Mhm” you nodded as a whine left your left as he thrusted harder,

“It’s okay, let go” he whispered in your ear as the both of you let go of your highs. Mat came out of you and fell on the bed next to you. The two of you stayed quiet as you both breathed heavily trying to catch your breaths.

“Well that was-”

“Yeah” he finished as he took the condom off and threw it in the trashcan when got up and went to the bathroom

When Mat came back, he started to clean you up with the damp towel, making sure that you were alright and that he didn’t hurt you. He took his time making sure to stop as soon as you started to feel uncomfortable or started to wince. You kept trying to fight off the sleepiness that was taking over so you had a chance to talk to Mat about everything he wanted just so he can get his mind over it. Your eyes were starting to slowly close once again until you felt the bed dip and Mat’s arm pull you so your head was on his chest

“What’s going on through that mind of yours?” you asked him knowing that he was thinking about the game again

“Just the game, the fight, how much my eye hurts” he laughs off but you can tell he’s still somewhat upset causing you to get up and face him

“Mathew, you did your best, and you’ll keep doing your best. I know you know this but you go close to a goal each period and in overtime. Yes, it’s not going well, but you need to have some faith in you. There’s still some positives that happened, you assisted a couple of goals from Tito and Scott, plus the game winning goal. Those are still something-” you told him before he cut you off

“Yeah but they’re not a goal you know? Everyone, from commentators to interviewers have been on my ass about not scoring and it’s frustrating to listen to and when it happens it gets blocked” mat exclaimed, as he ran his hand through is hair trying not to show his frustration

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that will happen and things will get better. Remember you were struggling towards the end of the regular season and then you got a goal straight out of the penalty box?”

“Yes but-”

“But nothing. You still have game 6 and I know that you guys will advance to the next round and you will get that goal that you want.” you finished as you now sit on his lap staring into his eyes and grabbing his hands

“Okay, mainly because I trust you and I love you.” he said as he gave you a small peck on the lips

“I love you”

“Now, do you still have enough energy for another round or are you tired?”

“I don’t know, I’m not the one who played 5 periods of hockey and got into a fight” you smirked as he flipped you onto your back

“Well then, you shouldn’t have said that missy” he whispered to you smirking as he went back down on you

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom (part 3 - FINALE) | Andy Barber x reader

(part 1) (part 2)

summary: andy knows how to take what he wants, and he wants you.

word count: 5.6k

warnings: SMUT, subtle dubcon elements, loss of virginity, infidelity (obviously), wedding ring kink (shocking!!! jk),

a/n: wow, after all this time I FINALLY finished this series. sorry it took so long. I still have an alternate ending that I want to write... but I wanted to go ahead and get this out first. thank you everyone for your patience! I kind of expect this to flop despite being the most requested thing ever, but idgaf.

“Honestly? I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends.”

For the second time that day, you choked.

“Wh— are you okay?” Jacob gasped, running over to you as you coughed up water.

Your attempt to respond was useless as you could only sputter and cough, trying to communicate that you were fine with a casual wave, but only managing to flail your arm wildly.

“Was it something I said?” he pressed.

“No, I just—” you wheezed, but interrupted yourself with another coughing fit as your eyes watered from the lack of air.

He slapped your back to try to help you along but it wasn’t very effective, just adding one new source of pain to your predicament. I always had this weird fear that he was going to try to seduce one of my girlfriends, that was what he’d said. What does that even mean? Did he mean it like “I always had this fear, for no good reason,” or did he mean it like “I was always afraid of this, and now it’s come true”?

The way Jacob was looking at you— kind, concerned, patient— it didn’t seem like he suspected you of anything. He probably would’ve led with that if he knew something, right?

When your airways finally cleared and you were able to start catching your breath, you finished getting ready for bed quickly and hopped into bed. You couldn’t handle any long conversations with Jacob, though you tolerated some cuddling before you fell asleep.

You dreamt that night that you were drowning. Andy was holding you, his arms wrapped around you from behind as he pulled you to shore. Or was he pulling you under? Either way, you figured you’d had enough water in your lungs for one day.

You probably should’ve let them win at Scrabble… you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I have…” Jacob trailed off as he counted in his head, “177 points.”

“209,” Laurie announced, reaching over to rub Jacob on the shoulder sympathetically. “Sorry, honey.”

“384,” Andy grinned, setting down his pen and pad triumphantly and looking to you for your score.

“Um,” you stalled, almost embarrassed to say now. “I got, uh, 559.”

Laurie and Jacob erupted into sputters of confusion, demanding that you recount your points as if they hadn’t all seen you play ‘quixotic’ on a triple word space.

“Good game,” Andy murmured with a soft smirk as he stood up and left the table. You smiled back at him quickly, the other two too busy recounting the numbers on your pad to even notice.

So, that was the end of board games for the night. Jacob suggested a movie but you just knew that would just be you and him cuddling under one blanket… while Laurie and Andy cuddled under another. You weren’t sure you could take that. Instead, you decided to read your book outside— even though you figured Laurie was disappointed you didn’t want to do anything more social. Complimenting her beautifully landscaped backyard eased the blow, though.

It was hard to get comfortable on the patio couch, not because of the couch itself but because you knew it wouldn’t be long until somebody bothered you. When you heard the door open, you were a little disappointed to see Jacob approaching you.

“Hey,” he smiled, sliding in next to you on the couch and wrapping an arm around you.

“Hey,” you greeted in reply, slightly flat in your affect as you immediately dove back into your book.

“You’re feeling okay, right? We could go for a drive if you need some space,” he offered, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“No, I’m alright,” you mumbled. “You know me, I like my peace and quiet when I can get it.”

“You… like them, don’t you?” He must’ve sensed that you didn’t understand what he was referring to at first. “My family, I mean.”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s not the issue, really. I know we’re going back home tomorrow but I still need to decompress a little bit. I’ll be more social tonight, promise.”

When you looked up at him, his face was closer than you’d anticipated. It reminded you of when you two met, at a party where the music was so loud that you’d had to stand about this close to be able to carry a conversation. Well, technically that wasn’t the first time you met, because you had him in one of your classes that semester, but it was the first time you’d talked. He was fun, he was new, he was friendly. I can’t stay long, I’ve got a test in the morning, you’d yelled your explanation. You’re gonna ace it anyway, he had dismissed at the time, so you should stay and have fun! You deserve to have fun.

Maybe that was what had made you attracted to him: you couldn’t think of anyone else who had been so worried about what you deserved. But now, Andy was added to that list. You hated to imagine that Jacob had inherited that nature from his father. Is he treating you right? Andy has asked you that night, and you really weren’t sure even now what the answer was. He certainly wasn’t treating you poorly, but was that enough?

Back in reality (and not in your whizzing, anxiety-ridden thoughts), Jacob leaned in and kissed you softly. The kiss was just like him: patient, gentle, but also somehow energetic. It was… nice. Comfortable. Feeling a surge of boldness, you set your book aside and leaned into him, pushing the kiss a little deeper.

He let out a tiny little noise, nearly a moan, as your tongues began to slide together. His hand reached up to cradle the back of your head— you remembered that he did that a lot when you were making out, but all those times felt so foreign now. Your hands reached up to rub against his chest through his t-shirt; that dark maroon one he wore all the time, so much that it was forming a few holes at the hem. His hand slid down to your back and—

“Am I interrupting something?” Andy’s voice tore you both from the moment and from each other’s arms.

“Dad!” Jacob protested, sounding particularly immature with the way his voice rose to a shrill yelp of shock.

“I was just coming out here to let you know that your mother wants your help with dinner,” Andy explained, “but I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to embarrass you like that go by.”

“You never do,” Jacob sighed, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek as a goodbye as he stood up and walked inside. You felt Andy’s eyes on you as you looked to the ground awkwardly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. A few seconds after the door was shut, he spoke again.

“I couldn’t let you two get too hot and heavy, and besmirch this innocent patio couch.”

“You’d better not be mad at me for kissing my boyfriend,” you frowned as you stood up. “That’s the most normal thing that’s happened all weekend.”

“I’m not,” he assured, beginning to step closer to you. “Jealous? Slightly. Not that I see him as competition or anything.”

“Uh, you probably should,” you disagreed, raising your eyebrow in a mix of confusion and challenge.

“Honey, I saw you kissing. It was nothing to write home about,” he laughed. “He doesn’t seem to realize that, since he brought you here. Can’t blame him—-” he stepped closer to you and ever-so-delicately brushed his fingers against your arm— “but you know you can do better. You know nobody can make you feel like I do.”

“Andy,” you murmured, trying to step back as you glanced to the window by the backdoor, through which the both of you were clearly visible to anyone who sat in the living room. It was empty now, but it was too close for comfort. “Someone could see…”

“They’re in the kitchen, don’t worry,” he soothed, leaning down to ghost his lips over your cheek and neck, “nobody’s gonna see us, angel, s’just you and me…”

You didn’t want to, but you melted into his touch anyway. Just those little circles that his fingers drew on your back made your entire body erupt in shivers. “Andy,” you found yourself whispering as if you needed to remember who was doing this to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he whispered against your ear.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“Are you scared?” he teased. “Afraid my cock’ll split you in half?”

Embarrassed, you nodded.

He grinned, pulling back from your neck to force you into a deep, dominating kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to his shoulders, eagerly allowing his tongue access as it pressed into yours. A little moan escaped you, causing him to pull your body even closer. You had worried that kissing the two of them in a row like this would lead to an inevitable comparison, which would be beyond disgusting. But nope, this kiss made you forget that you’d kissed Jacob at all. Not that that exactly stopped it from being disgusting.

You knew if you didn’t stop yourself now, you wouldn’t be able to soon… and you really needed this kiss to end before you two got caught. Pushing on his chest, you pulled back with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t—” you began.

“No, you’re right,” he agreed with a reluctant nod. Still, you missed his touch now that it was gone. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later. It’s just hard to keep putting on a happy face when all I want is to grab you and bend you over the table and—”

“Oh god, you can’t talk like that,” you laughed nervously. “You’re gonna drive me crazy, I swear.”

“Haven’t I already?” he smirked.

You nodded, because he was completely right. With a quick wave, you opened the door to step into the house. He called your name, getting your attention as you turned around. In his hand, arm outstretched, was your book. “Almost forgot this,” he smiled.

“Right, thanks,” you nodded, taking it and going back inside.

You spent the rest of the day reaching new heights of anxiousness. Shaking your leg, chewing your lip, scratching your wrist— how could you relax after what Andy had said, how could you act casual? You were just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the obvious opportunity to arise and for Andy to be inevitable like he always was.

You weren’t sure how he did it, but he did. He got Laurie and Jacob to leave you two alone in the house. With his influential career, he was probably used to getting what he wanted, but you hadn’t anticipated that he was so good at the hard work it took to get those things.

He got you, though. Not that that took all too much hard work.

“Enjoy the movie you guys!” you told them as they were making their way out the door. Jacob leaned in for a goodbye kiss, and softly asked one last time if you wanted to come.

He pulled your shirt up over your head, and you hadn’t even gotten it all the way off before he undid your bra with a quick motion. You hated to think about Jacob in that moment, but those few times you’d fooled around with him to this extreme, that part of the process had taken quite a bit longer.

When your breasts were free his hands latched onto them instantly; the rough pads of his fingers felt good against the sensitive skin, and his hands were so damn big. You felt your back arching into his touch.

“Can’t wait to get my mouth on these,” he purred, “but I need to see all of you first.”

You yelped as he picked you up and tossed you back onto the bed. He took off your socks first, which made you feel a little hot for some reason, and then reached down to pull at your shorts. You lifted your hips to make it easier, looking up at him and gnawing on your bottom lip nervously.

As he tossed your shorts and underwear aside, you suddenly felt very naked compared to his clothedness. Probably because you were completely naked and he was completely clothed. He smiled down at you before grabbing your ankles and resting them on his shoulders, starting to kiss up your leg slowly while never breaking eye contact.

You whined impatiently. “Andy, please, need you…”

“Shh,” he soothed, “we’ve got time baby, I finally got you all to myself and I’m gonna savor it.”

His lips moved up your calf and thigh, but irritatingly skipped anywhere salacious to get straight to your hips and belly. “Hnng, Andy—”

You choked on your words when he licked over your nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth. It instantly hardened between his lips and he smiled. “Baby, you’re so sensitive,” he cooed against your skin as he kissed his way to the other and did the same.

Your hips bucked up and made contact with his clothed thigh; you let out a high-pitched moan and did it again, rubbing yourself against his suit pants. The rough material sent shocks of pleasure through you as Andy smiled and left little love bites along your neck.

"Look at you, such a needy little girl," he tsked. "Rubbing your cunt on me like a whore. You're gonna make a mess, baby."

"'m sorry I just— oh, fuck," you sighed, your head falling back onto the pillow with a soft thud.

"It's only fair," he shrugged. "I don't mind spending the rest of the night with your come on my slacks. So long as you spend it with my come still in your cunt."

You gasped, trying to imagine how you would hide that from Laurie and Jacob…

But you couldn’t keep on that train of thought for very long as he started to kiss down your stomach again.

“Please, Andy, need— fuck, I need you to— um, taste me, please,” you whimpered.

“Hmm, beg a little more,” he smirked.

It was a long line of nonsense after that; some barely-intelligible string of ‘please’ and ‘Andy’ with a little flair of embarrassing whining. He laughed a little before he finally did what you’d asked, latching his lips onto your swollen clit. Your back arched instantly as your hands clenched at the comforter beneath you.

It wasn’t at all like you’d imagined it would be— it was so warm, and he alternated between surrounding you with his mouth and teasing you with the tip of his tongue. You let out a long, deep moan when his tongue slipped inside you, twisting and massaging your walls so perfectly. Your hands carded through his hair, accidentally tightening and pulling when he licked right over your clit. He didn’t seem to mind, though, just moaning against you and doing it again and again and again until your legs were quivering.

Just as you were about to tell him that you were close, he instantly pulled away to speak. “I can tell you’re close,” he purred as if he’d read your mind.

“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, but he continued to sit up and started to open his belt.

“It’s not time to come yet, honey. It’s gonna feel so much better when you come while I’m inside you— for both of us,” he grinned.

As his sweater was discarded and his trousers were pushed down, you bit your lip. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing his cock, especially when it had leaked enough pre-cum to leave a wet patch on his boxer briefs.

He was on you the second he’d finished stripping, caging in your body with his, growling as he started to kiss your neck. You whined and arched your back, your heart racing as you tried to cope with the fact that this was happening, this was really happening. It was surreal, or maybe it was more than real— you were going to lose your virginity. To Andy fucking Barber.

“I think you’re ready for me, don’t you?” he asked teasingly, his hips moving forward to press his cock against your inner thigh. You nodded as you swallowed thickly, gasping as he reached down and started to rub his swollen head through your folds.

“Please…” you sighed, even as your chest tightened with distant fear.

You had wondered if what he'd said about his marriage to Laurie being sexless was true. It certainly would be a convenient lie to garner your sympathy and make him look better. But you had no doubts it was the truth when he pushed his cock into you; he moaned like a man who had dreamed of this moment for years, who had been so deprived of affection for so long.

It hurt less than you’d expected, although it was certainly overwhelming.

“Oh fuck, Andy,” you moaned,

“Say my name again, baby,” he demanded with a groan.

“Andy!” you repeated, a little louder right as the tip of his cock hit so deep inside you that it hurt— and for some reason, you wanted him to do it again.

“Fuck, you need to be quiet, or the neighbors’ll hear you,” he hissed as he pumped into you deeper and faster. “Can you do that or do I need to choke you to shut you up?”

You whimpered from fear at that idea and he laughed a little.

“Don’t act so innocent, baby, I know who you really are: you’re my dirty little slut.”

“No I’m—” you began to disagree. A quick slap to the face, not too hard but stinging nonetheless, shut you up.

“You know you are,” he hissed, “so say it.”

You could barely carry this conversation, his cock filling you so completely that you couldn’t think about anything else. “Andy, I—”

“Say it.”

You gulped but managed to pant between heavy breaths, “I’m… I’m your dirty little slut, Andy…”

He grinned and began to move faster, deeper, somehow. You clutched at his shoulders, kissing him and groaning into his mouth. When his hips slammed into yours, you moaned louder than maybe you ever had before. "You want it rough, honey?” he taunted. “Want me to fuck you hard?"

"Yes, please!" you sobbed, your voice hoarse and desperate now.

He grabbed your hips and made good on his offer of brutality, and then some, making you nearly scream. He kissed you again, perhaps in an attempt to keep you quiet, although it didn’t work that well, as you mouth fell open with every cry. His teeth captured your lip as he growled above you, holding your hips up so the angle was perfect to send his cock right into the end of you, so deep— too deep, in the most perfect way.

His cock stroking against your walls was indescribable; each thrust made your entire body erupt in shivers. The stretch was difficult but you loved it, you loved the way his body pushed yours to its limits.

"Gonna come inside you, honey," he moaned, "gonna fill you up so good, gonna mark your body with my come and make you mine."

"Oh god, Andy, please," you sobbed.

"You gonna come for me, pretty girl?” he encouraged.

“Yes, so close—” you cut yourself off as you choked on nothing, you entire body beginning to tighten and seize up as pleasure spiralled higher and higher.

“Just like that, come on my cock,” he demanded, but you couldn’t do anything else even if you tried— the coil snapped as your vision went spotty. Just as you started to close your eyes, he held your neck and stared down at you. “Look at me when I make you come.”

You struggled to keep your eyes open with the intensity of sensation washing over you, but you didn’t want to know what would happen if you disobeyed. Those blue eyes pierced through you as you shivered underneath him, and with your walls constricting his cock just felt even thicker inside you. “Andy,” you whimpered, your fingers and toes erupting into pins and needles as you felt him flexing inside you— and he must have been coming in you in that moment, with the way he sighed and his thrusts pumped deeper yet more erratically.

Warmth spilled inside you as numbness decorated your extremities and fogginess clouded your mind. You lost focus as he collapsed beside you— even when he pulled out, you still felt full, due in part to his come inside you and in part to being ruined so thoroughly by him. Maybe you’d feel normal again tomorrow, or next week, but right now it was impossible to forget that you were fucked, in every sense of the word, by Andy Barber.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck slowly, his breathing slowly returning to a stable pace as his chest pressed against your back. He was mumbling something about how you were his girl, how you did so good for him, but you were already drifting into sleep even though it was barely nine o’clock.

You woke up the next morning in the guest room with Jacob beside you, who informed you that he’d found you already asleep when he got back from the movie he’d gone to see with his mom.

You left just a few hours later, waving goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Barber as Jacob pulled the car out of the driveway.

three months later...

The sun was just starting to set as you made your way home after your last class of the night. Campus was gorgeous at this time of day, but you weren’t really taking the time to notice it as you focused instead on how wonderful it would feel to kick your shoes off, slip off your bra and slide into bed. What you didn’t anticipate when you unlocked your dorm room’s door was to find Andy sitting on your bed as he waited for you. You shut the door quickly so none of the girls mulling about the hall would see him.

He looked so out of place in your dorm. He was so… adult, and yes, everyone there was an adult, but he was a whole new level of adulthood compared to the other residents of the honors dorm.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you reminded him.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” he questioned casually.

“Because your son is on the other side of the hall,” you explained, unamused. “What if he sees you here? What if he sees your car in the garage?”

“You worry too much. I don’t give a fuck if my son lives nearby, if I wanna visit my girlfriend then I’m gonna do it.”

He’d never used that word for you before— or at least, not in front of you. It made you feel nervous, glancing to the floor as he stepped closer towards you. "I think I'm too young to be your girlfriend,” you decided.

"Perfect age for a mistress, though."

You stammered as you tried to balance the way that word made you feel sick with the way it made you feel aroused. He lifted your chin with a finger, his other hand pulling you closer at the waist. "Are you trying to act innocent, honey?” he smirked. “Do you think I didn't realize that it turns you on?"

"Wh-what turns me on?"

"The sneaking around. The secrets, the lies; the fact that it's wrong, forbidden, taboo. It's why you haven't broken up with my son yet and it's why you stare at my ring all the time— yes, I noticed."

You frowned, crossing your arms impatiently. “I haven’t broken up with Jacob because my relationship with him makes a great cover for my relationship with you… I’m doing that for us. And do you think I like the ring? I hate that stupid chunk of silver, seeing it on your hand makes me so livid because it just reminds me that I don’t have you all to myself and—”

“Baby, you know I’m all yours,” he purred, kissing down your neck as your back began to arch. “Meanwhile, I have to share you with him.”

You were amazed that he could refer to his own son with such disdain, but then again, you knew how jealous he could get.

“If you’re mine then take the ring off,” you suggested between panting breaths.

“If you’re mine then take it off for me,” he countered. His left hand was travelling up your neck and you grabbed it by the wrist. He pulled back to look at you as you brought his fingers to your mouth, kissing the tips of them before sucking on his ring finger, deeper and deeper, until it was poking down your throat and the ring was at your lips. Lubricating it with your spit and spinning it with your tongue, you used your teeth to pull the ring slowly off of his finger. He gasped a little as you opened your mouth and displayed it for him on your tongue, before spitting it out and across the room; it made a tiny little clinking noise as it hit your floor.

“Fuck,” he growled, the sound deep in his throat and dripping with desperation.

It felt like his hand never left your neck that night, like he was trying to claim you in every way he could all at once. He was so possessive over you, ironically. It was hard not to feel like your whole life was waiting. Waiting for the semester to end so the next one could begin. Waiting to graduate and get a job and finally begin your real adult life. Waiting for the marks Andy left on your skin to fade so you didn’t have to wear a turtleneck in June.

Waiting for Jacob to find out, like he inevitably would.

Waiting for Andy to leave Laurie, or at least do something to make it seem like this was going somewhere.

The thing about Andy was that he had this magical ability to make you stop worrying, in a way nobody and nothing else could. When you were apart, reality would set in again and you’d decide you needed to confront him the next time you saw him. It wasn’t even that you needed him to commit to you, specifically, you just needed to know what was going on— because how could he stay married through all this? He needed to leave her, not for you but for himself. You would get yourself all worked up and then he’d show up and soothe you until you forgot what you wanted to say in the first place. When you were together, the future didn’t matter anymore, and neither did everything that was wrong about what you were doing.

It was like living in a dream, a really strange dream. You were drowning in him, just like you’d known you would, but you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to stop the secret dates when you gave your friends and boyfriend some excuse about having to study, the rendezvous in the back of his car, the midnight phone calls where he was whispering so his wife wouldn’t hear.

You figured that after all this time of being a good girl— the perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect girlfriend, the kind of girl you’d take home to mom— you deserved to let go. You deserved to have fun.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #I FUCKING FINISHED IT #stay tuned for the alternate ending

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Crossing lines

General Kirigan/the darkling x reader

Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha

a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!!

Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread.

But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing.

Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly.

General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed.

The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds.

I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way.

When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night?

I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark.

I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan.

Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer.

I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.

“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty.

I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.

“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.”

I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.”

He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.”

And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?”

Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.”

I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down.

I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”

He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.”

There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting.

“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit.

Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?”

The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.”

He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?”

The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.”

I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.”

That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.

I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?”

“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”

This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.”

“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips.

The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.”

At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.

“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second.

“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?”

There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.”

“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.

There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?”

He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.”

“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.”

My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.”

I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t.

Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone.

“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways.

He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.”

Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place.

Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more.

“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.”

He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.”

The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.

He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me.

“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches.

His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.”

“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.”

If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.”

“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.”

...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.”

“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.”

His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him.

The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact.

“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.”

I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not.

He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…”

“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?”

His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.”

“More than I should?”

Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.”

His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?”

There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”

“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.”

“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.”

“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?”

Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”

“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.”

“I don’t understand.”

He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?”

Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”

“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.”

Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--”

His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.”

Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.”

“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.”

He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.”

This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh.

“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.”

My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown.

Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.”

“Kirigan--”

“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.”

His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear.

“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it.

He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before.

I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.”

His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”

“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”

When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine.

“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.”

Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip.

One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.”

A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly.

“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more.

Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.”

Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.”

No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise.

“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.”

“I’ll tell the others, General.”

Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived.

“I have to go.”

Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.

He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.”

Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--”

“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.”

This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?”

“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.”

My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible.

He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is.

“Soon,” he promises again.

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.pairing satoru gojo x fem!reader

.setting college au

.content warning smut, nsfw, angst???, degradation kink, overstimulation, slapping kink, unprotected sex, cumming inside, cheating

.synopsis you swear that you're different - that you can "change" satoru gojo.

.a/n this is unfinished but i wanted this out my drafts. i have had zero motivation to write lately. this also has not been proofread. bleh. enjoy

NOT TRUE. NOT TRUE. you rubbed your hand on the side of your neck, absentmindedly looking down at your notebook that was filled with poorly written scrabbles of notes, words you could just barely imbibe from today’s lecture. you masked your irritation while two girls shamelessly whispered gossip about your boyfriend. why should it bother you if you knew it wasn’t true? because you knew that a good portion of what they were blabbering about was true.

you weren’t necessarily a shy girl, you knew a lot of people on campus from high school. for the most part you were quiet and minded your business, however, that changed after you notoriously flashed your busty bosoms at a frat party while your system was buzzed with alcohol. that was the night satoru gojo took you home. it was by luck that you committed such a sinful act on a night where satoru really couldn’t be bothered with desperate girls flocking on him. on any other night, he’d meander around the party, letting girls approach him and kiss up to him. he’d pick a spunky, sober girl from the flock and take her up to a room that didn’t belong to them, and fuck her - just for him to forget her name the next morning.

this night was different. he had a long day and he was surprised he had the energy to come to the party in the first place. he felt embarrassed for you when you got up on that table, slurring your words and waving your shirt in the air before you unclasped your bra, the frat house erupting with screams, chants, yelling and shouting. he couldn’t bear to see you like that and it bothered him that he even cared. he had no particular reason to. but his body moved on it’s own when he walked over to that anything-but-sturdy table and grabbed you, ending the show that everyone was rooting for. he slung you over his shoulder, taking up your shirt and bra before he found the nearest bathroom.

he took you back to his own apartment he was renting nearby, letting you sleep on the couch with a small blanket that just barely covered your feet and one small throw pillow was placed underneath your head. he left a mop bucket by the couch, anticipating that you’d be facing a mean hangover the next morning. he was glad he trusted his gut with that one because after he woke up the next morning to use the bathroom, he could hear you gagging and then regurgitating everything you ingested the day before.

after he took care of you that day, you thanked him endlessly. you were eternally grateful that he took time out his day to even do such a generous thing. it was out of character for him to do something like that, too, but you didn’t know at the time.

you don’t know how you ended up where the two of you were now, but all you know is that you fully smitten by him during those first two weeks you guys had first met. the two of you went out on a couple of dates, spent the night at his place a couple of times and eventually...you guys were having sex. so much fucking sex. he whispered appraisal in your ear every time he got the chance to bury himself balls deep in your tight pussy. he was rough, yet his words came out as soft as ever to you, stirring up all kinds of mushy feelings and affection from him.

it only took one post on satoru’s instagram - that one picture of you in his apartment, smiling at yourself in the bathroom mirror as he stood behind you, kissing your cheek while he snapped the photo. it was posted in the early morning with the a simple, but meaningful caption: ain’t she special? one post confirmed something for, not only everyone else, but for you as well; he was in love with you.

it, of course, came as a shock to your peers on campus. satoru was infamous for being a player and a sex addict. even you, at one point, had make an ancient joke about how satoru couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. being held down by anyone wasn’t a common thing for him at all. the confirmation of your relationship with him only caused people to question if all of it was a facade.

you questioned it yourself sometimes. but then you’d oddly be ashamed in yourself for doing so. he told you he loved you out the blue, took you out for fancy dinners, wasn’t ashamed to mention you to his friends and almost annoyingly professed his love to you in public spaces and online. he loved you. you knew he loved you.

keeping his words in your mind was enough to protect your mind from getting hurt by reality. you were blind to the small love marks that weren’t given to him by you. you were deaf to the sound of satoru sweet-talking a girl on the phone, assuming you were asleep, when you were really wide-awake. you suddenly had anosmia whenever he’d come back to the apartment smelling like cheap perfume. you ignored it all subconsciously and it was starting to catch up to you.

you were clearly aware of satoru’s behavior before becoming official with him, but since he had treated you with so much tlc, you figured you would be the turning point in his life. you believed that he’d change now that he had such a smart, respectable, sexy, and compliant girl by his side. he didn’t need anyone else, right? wrong. you were not his turning point. you were simply another climax in his life, a feeling you gave him every time your pussy clamped down on his cock, except, he got to feel that from you more often than others. that’s how other people looked at it.

in two weeks it’d make a year since the two of you started dating. a full year of this? maybe he was in love in with you, but just because he was, it didn’t mean it got rid of his urges. so that’s why you were trying to ignore the chattering behind you right now. you know you couldn’t be mad. you knew satoru was a fucking sleeze.

“throw it back on me baby, you know i don’t like doing all the work.” satoru's vainglorious words sent blazes of warmth to run everywhere on your body. your hands held the sheets underneath you as you shook your body to and fro, shivering each time your skin connected with his. his throbbing cock kissed your cervix and massaged your pulsating walls. you were recovering from an orgasm that you had moments before, juice running down your legs, but satoru fucked you through, bringing you close to overstimulation.

you wanted to tell him it was too much, but he had your own, soaked panties in your mouth, causing you to be quite inaudible. so many reasons to be uncomfortable yet you adored and wanted the entire. the fully body mirror that was across from you reflected the pornographic scene and felt yourself getting aroused all over again from the sight. drool dribbled from your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks, satoru’s strained face. it only motivated you to go faster, milking his cock with your cunt eagerly.

satoru reached beside him, getting his cell phone and lazily opened up the camera app. he happily recorded the way you ricocheted your full ass on him, holding it and smacking it multiple times. once he was happy with the footage he had, he threw it phone to the side and he reaches around and takes the lacy material from your mouth, causing you to hack uncontrollably and lick your dry lips. he proceeded to grab your hips, digging crescent shaped dents into your skin. he pulled you to him, fucking you like he had gone batshit crazy.

he had you blabbering nonsense now that your mouth wasn’t restrained, but he managed to hear you say “’s too much!” and you stammered while moaning his name.

“too fucking bad. hold out just a bit longer, you weak slut,” he growled. “fuck...” you were reaching your high again, legs shaking viciously before they gave out and you imploded on your stomach on the bed. it didn’t stop him from ramming into you over and over again. you were so compliant to him. the way he fucked you was intoxicating. he made you crave sex more than you ever did in your life. “cum again for me baby, i’ll come with you.”

with both of your eyes screwed shut, you clenched around his slobbered cock, stomach convulsing violently and came hard. you practically screamed his name like you had no fucking sense. it’s because you didn’t. your psyche had gone clear and your body was numb. you couldn’t even process that satoru had came as well, rubbing excess semen in between your ass cheeks, watching strings of your release and his own drip from your gaping hole. he turned you around so that you were on your back and brought his hand, slapping you hard against your cheek, bringing you back to your senses.

“don’t scream like that again. y’lost your fucking mind,” he threatens you in a low, aggressive tone before snickering. he grabbed your delicate bosoms tenderly, scouring your stiff, aching areolas. you gasped intensely while sweat moved down your face, eyes half-lidded. he sucked your nipples graciously, running wet circles around them with his tongue. his ivory locks of hair tickled your skin, you bring your hand to run your fingers through it. he brought his lips to the space in between your breasts, sucking feverishly on your soft flesh until he could see visible marks form, leaving his mark on you.

“did i...did i do good...?” you breathed out, closing your eyes.

you felt his warm lips leave your skin and he chuckled softly before kissing you tenderly. “yes, yes you did. you did so well.” he was proud of himself for taming you, making you so docile to him. you were strong-willed and independent outside of the bed so seeing you lie here so pathetic under his gaze, losing yourself because of his touch was a sight to see. he felt lucky to have you...

you were truly such a beautiful girl. as embarrassed as he was for you when he first saw you flashing to all those people at that frat party, he silently admitted to himself that you looked fucking hot. if you weren’t so drunk that night he probably would’ve fucked you. he got his wish...eventually.

if anyone ever asked satoru why he has stayed with you for so long, he wouldn't have the option to offer an unmistakable response. whenever he was asked, he gave them a straightforward, “i love her.” he couldn’t quite understand how or what you did, but you allure him in a way no other person can. you unknowingly had him wrapped around your finger. he didn’t mind being tied down by you. well, that’s because he wasn’t entirely “tied down.” it was no secret that he sneaked around with other girls on campus, but what other option did he have? he was an addict. he couldn’t go a fucking day without burying himself in someone’s cunt - or someone’s ass, or getting his dick sucked by some whore after class. he couldn’t fuck you everyday. he didn’t want to use you for that purpose. you surprisingly meant something to him. he hoped all the warm gestures he gave you was enough to prove he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

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the-witty-pen-name · 3 years

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Deadbeat Pt. 3

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), smut, cursing, abandonment, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter introduces some new plots and conflicts, so it jumps around a little more than the previous ones.

I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

Tags and Requests are OPEN

Part One // Part Two

Henry Curtis was one of the most infuriating people Lee had ever met. Curtis was a writer for the Columbus newspaper and constantly pestering the Sheriff. Curtis seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever the Sheriff did anything. He was desperately trying to catch the Sheriff doing anything but so far had remained unsuccessful. Curtis was the biggest obstacle Lee faced in winning re-election. The man would show up out of nowhere, pen and pad in hand ready to find anything that would be enough to keep the Sheriff out of office.

Maybe Curtis was just doing his job, but Lee always felt like it was much more personal. It was probably just his own resentment of the man who was just doing his job. But the man didn’t have to be so goddamn invasive. When the Sheriff had devised his plan on offering to rent a room from you, he was so tied up in his own mess of divorce and his somewhat confusing feelings towards you he had completely forgotten about the press. They would have a field day with the divorce alone, but now on top of everything else, Lee knew he should be more careful.

Lee always had to be careful, especially if he was meeting Leroy Brown. Lee would make sure he drove way out of town, and always insisted they met at a different location every time. This would infuriate Brown but Lee was the only lawman he had working for him. Sometimes Lee would drive several hours out of the way, always at some deserted ghost town or some sad excuse for a diner or a bar. Always somewhere no one would recognize him.

Lee lied to you and told you he and a few of the deputies would need to drive out of town for a stakeout when he needed to meet with Brown. It was one of those nights, sitting in the cruiser with the headlights off, as he parked in an abandoned parking lot almost two hours out of town.

He had been able to put this off for a couple weeks, lying about other legitimate jobs getting in the way. Honestly, it was because he wanted to one, avoid anything that would cause suspicion from Henry Curtis hearing he was back in town and two, he was selfishly allowing himself to just spend his nights at his new home, spending all the time he could manage with you. It was like being in that little white house was a place where he could let himself be delusional, and time spent with you was what his life actually was, not this mess he was currently dealing with. He wanted out.

Lee knew he wasn’t a good man. He knew that his laundry list of offenses had tarnished his badge a long time ago. He knew what he was doing, and before he never cared. Now, he’s thinking about how his actions could affect you. You were innocent, unaware of everything he was stuck in. He knew you weren’t stupid, and he was sure the town knows some about his corruption. But now, he couldn’t rationalize away his actions for any reason when it came to you. Janie? She didn’t care and would encourage it. She’d be in on it too. She’d have no problem lying to ladies at Church or starting other rumors to keep the town talking about anyone but Lee. She was as power hungry as he was sometimes, which could be a testament as to how their loveless marriage held together for so long.

***

“Hi, I’m looking for a Ms. (Y/L/N)?” the man asked when he approached you, talking a seat at one of the barstools.

“Who’s asking for her?” you asked raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Henry Curtis, I work for the Columbus Dispatch.”

“The newspaper?”

“That’s the one.”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I’m doing a story on her mother’s marriage to Harvey Tucker.”

“She’s not here tonight. But I can let her know you were here. Do you got a card?”

The man pulled out a business card from his wallet and slide it across the bar. You picked it up and read all the information before putting it in the pocket of your apron.

“Seems weird for the Columbus paper to want to do a story on that a month and a half after it happened,” you said skeptically.

“We did cover the story when it happened,” Curtis informed you. “Doing a follow up since the story broke about his wife missing.”

“Missing?” you ask. “Do they know what happened?”

“Robbed the bastard blind and then ran apparently,” Curtis said casually looking past you at the chalkboard on the wall. “Scotch, neat.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, grabbing the bottle from the shelf. “Has anything else been found out yet?”

“Not yet, that’s why I’m here. Checking in to see if she’d come back here because I heard Ms. (Y/L/N) still lives around these parts.” He then pulled a newspaper out of the inside pocket of his coat and started flipping through the pages.

“She has another kid too, right?” you asked, playing dumb. “A boy, I think. Do you know where he is?”

“Couldn’t say,” he sounded very indifferent, “Most likely went with her but who knows? I went to the Sheriff’s office to see if they knew anything but the Sheriff wasn’t there.”

“That’s too bad,” you say. “I’m sure Sheriff Bodecker would help you help if he can.”

Your statement made Mr. Curtis chuckle, but you didn’t follow up on it. You were just focusing on getting as much information about your mother and brother as you could.

“Speaking of Mr. Bodecker,” he began, “I recently saw his wife is getting remarried. Saw the announcement of the engagement in the paper.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” you respond, skeptically. You didn’t know why but you didn’t trust this man. It was something in the tone of his voice, or maybe it was just how he held himself. Very polished, a suit and a nice dress jacket. He looked very out of place in this town, and this little bar.

“You familiar with the Sheriff at all, miss?”

“Not too well,” you shrug, “Haven’t had any run-ins with the law myself.”

“Not even a speeding ticket?” He asks, only a little condescendingly.

“Can’t get a speeding ticket if you don’t have a car,” you point out.

“Touché,” he chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

He doesn’t ask you anymore questions, and when he leaves, he gives you a five-dollar tip.

***

Lee receives his cut from Brown. There was nothing new to report on that front and his meeting went by smoothly. All Lee had to do was to turn a blind eye, and make sure the rest of the department stays unaware of the brothel’s existence. Brown always insisted on meeting with him, wanting to know what the Sheriff’s department was investigating and making sure his businesses stayed under the radar. He felt sick, and is preoccupied with the fact he has an envelope of dirty money in the cruiser’s glovebox.

It’s around midnight when he pulls up to the house. He expects that you’re already asleep, but he notices the lamp is on in the living room. He takes the money out of his glovebox and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket. Coming inside, he finds you on the couch, knees pulled to your chest, staring at the business card Mr. Curtis had given you. You face is stained with dried up tears, and you still haven’t even changed out of your work clothes.

“What’s that?” he asks, the sight of you breaking his heart. He winces because he comes off a lot harsher than he meant.

“Some reporter came while I was at work wanting to talk to me,” you explain softly, you sound exhausted. “Wanted to talk to me cause he’s doing a story on my mother. Apparently, she’s on the run from the Columbus police.”

You extend your hand to give Lee the card. He feels his jaw clench when he reads the information. “What happened?” he asks, taking a deep breath and sitting down next to you.

“I pretended I wasn’t me,” you say, another tear rolling down your cheek. “He came in asking for me so I said I’d pass his card on. I didn’t want to tell him who I was because he didn’t explain why he was looking for me at first. I don’t know- just scared me. I’m more upset about the news itself than him.”

“You did the right thing,” Lee said softly, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. He was angry, but he didn’t show it. It worried him, fucking Curtis snooping around this close to you. It made him feel protective, wanting to shield you from the whole ordeal. He had been on the receiving end of unsolicited attention from the press and he knew how ruthless they were. He knew this wouldn’t be the only time Curtis would try to get in touch with you. He’d find out where you lived, he’d continue to show up while you were working- the whole nine yards. He didn’t want you going through that.

Curtis talking to you also made him incredibly paranoid. It was his two worlds that he desperately wanted to keep apart were colliding. He knew it was impossible, but he so wanted to keep you separated from the other part of his life. It wasn’t who he wanted you to see. Hell, he hasn’t even been here for a month. It wasn’t that he wanted to keep you in the dark, at least that wasn’t entirely intentional. Actually, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was intentional. However, it wasn’t just you he wanted to hide aspects of his life from. He wanted his involvement with Brown and others hidden from every goddamn registered voter. You were no different, he tried to rationalize. But that wasn’t true. These feelings he harbored for you, were getting worse. He needed to unwrap himself from this situation, and for the sake of you finding out he was a shill, keep you away from that asshole. He didn’t want to let himself think about how the way you look at him would change.

And here he was, making the situation all about him. It was in his nature.

“He’s just going to show up again if I don’t call him,” you say, wiping your eyes. “Maybe I should just call him in the morning. Just be honest and say I don’t know anything. He can keep coming around but nothing is going to change.”

“I can take care of it,” he says. He couldn’t risk you talking to Curtis again. For all he knows, Curtis would tell you all about the story on the Sheriff he’d been trying to confirm for years. Lee knew he couldn’t let that happen. He fully intends on telling you, but how the hell do you bring that up? ‘Hey doll, I’m also on the payroll of every pimp and bootlegger in a ten-mile radius, just letting you know.’ It wasn’t going to come up, unless Curtis tells you about it. He’d be hoping to pull himself out if it, show you how you made him want to be better.

For now, he settles for comforting you, and just being there to take care of you. Make you feel better. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you cry into his chest. He sighs, kissing the top of your head in a friendly way and you curl up against him. Under different circumstances, you probably wouldn’t have let yourself do this- show your vulnerability or allow anyone to comfort you like this. But it was all the events of the past month, your mother leaving, everything, just all hitting you at once, and you were happy you weren’t alone.

In the morning, you wake up on the couch with a blanket over you. You see Lee asleep in the chair, and you realize he stayed with you all night. It makes your heart flutter. You pull the blanket up over your chin and close your eyes again. You felt surprisingly well rested. The stress and worry were pushed to the back of your mind long enough to let you get some sleep. It still lingered in the back of your mind, but you reminded yourself that for now, there was nothing you could do. You had the day off, and you let yourself have a little longer time to sleep in.

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of sizzling on the stove. When you opened your eyes, Lee was no longer in the chair. You sat up and looked toward the kitchen, where you saw Lee with his back to you while he worked with the pans on top of the stove. The portable radio was positioned on the counter, and it was playing at a low volume, so it wouldn’t wake you up.

“Hey,” you say softly, still waking up as you walk into the kitchen.

“Morning, doll,” he says, glancing back at you for a moment. “How’re you feeling?”

“A little better,” you admit, grabbing a mug for yourself out of the cabinet. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, savoring the smell before making it how you usually take it. “Thank you for sitting with me,” you say honestly, “you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he says with a small grin. “I just wanted to help.”

“I really appreciate it, Lee,” you reiterate your thanks, hopping up to take a seat on the counter, watching him cook breakfast. “Didn’t know you knew how to cook,” you joke, making him chuckle.

“I’m full of surprises, sweetheart,” he smirks, making you feel flushed. You take another drawn out sip of your coffee to try to distract yourself. You watch his arms, and his hands as they maneuver and flex when he cooks. You imagine how they must feel, your eyes focused on the veins. You bit your lip and it reminds you of the dream you had a little while back when he first moved in. You imagine him stepping in between your legs as your propped up on the counter, his hands gently gripping your thighs and-

“I’ll get it,” you announce hurriedly as you hear someone knock on the front door. You hop off the counter careful to not spill your coffee, and head to answer the door. Lee watches you bounce out of the room, fixing your hair as you go and you don’t catch his smile.

“Arvin,” you say surprised, stepping out onto the porch. “What are you doing here?” you ask, with a small grin. You’re confused but nonetheless happy to see him.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he observes, concern written all over his face.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you say dismissively, “Just last night I was thinking about my ma and everything. Just had trouble sleeping is all.”

“The Sheriff didn’t do anything?” Arvin asked in a hushed tone, looking over your shoulder to see if Lee could hear you two.

“No, nothing, he’s been perfectly fine,” you say coming to the Sheriff’s defense. “I know you and Ms. Russell are worried, I know how it must look- but Arvin I swear he’s just my tenant. He’s been nothing but a gentleman.”

“Just making sure,” he says, letting it go for now. “Lenora asked me to bring these by for you.” He hands you the glass baking dish that you can see is filled with homemade cinnamon rolls. “She’s been practicing making all kinds of baked goods for when the Church does that bake sale and has me running all over town giving it away cause me and Uncle Earskell can’t keep up with it all.”

“Tell her thank you for me,” you say with a smile, “And I’ll bring the dish with me to Church tomorrow- give it back to her.”

“She misses you I think,” Arvin says sheepishly, pushing his hands into his front pockets. “I mean- I do- I think my whole family does- we all do. I’m sorry my grandmother hasn’t asked you over in a while…”

“I understand,” you nod. “Reputation is an important thing.”

“I just didn’t want you to think it was because of us,” he says looking down at the porch, his eyes fixed on a loose board. “You know how she is- everything no matter the context is somehow a sin. Scared to death of her own shadow…”

“I know you’re not that resentful, Arvin Russell,” you chuckle and he relaxes. “And I don’t hold any hard feelings towards anyone in your family- you all have always been good to me.”

“Well, um,” he says awkwardly, looking like he was holding back from saying more. “I got to hit a couple more houses before I head to work, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at Church?”

“I’ll be there.”

“Oh- I wanted to let you know,” he says, turning around as he’s already heading down the front steps, “The principal down at the high school is looking for secretaries- Lenora heard and thought you might be interested. It pays like $35 a week, I think. You should call Linda Carson; I think Lenora said- that’s the woman who’s in charge of hiring people, I think.”

“I’ll call the school first thing Monday morning,” you say, grin stretching from ear to ear. Arvin nods and says goodbye again. You walk back into the house like you’re on top of the world. You couldn’t contain your excitement. That job if you could get it would be a dream. You’d be making so much more than you’re already making. You were so excited.

“You’re in a much better mood than when I last saw you,” Lee jokes. He’s sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper while he eats his breakfast. You notice that he made you a table setting- brought your coffee over and everything. You place the baking dish in the middle of the table and sit down.

“That was Arvin,” you say happily, and Lee feels his heart sink into his stomach.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, trying to not let on how his heart feels like it’s crushed. He knew it was only a matter of time before a boy would come around- whether it be Arvin or someone else your own age.

“Well, first he was just dropping off baked goods Lenora made,” you say gesturing to the dish on the table. “He’s going around to everybody, I guess. He mentioned the high school is looking for office secretaries- Lenora wanted me to know. Thirty-five dollars a week! I’m going to talk to Linda Carson about it Monday morning. Can you imagine? I could get a secretary job.”

Lee feels just a crash of relief wash over him. He’s so happy that you are looking at a new job. You deserve better than that bar. He knew you deserved the job just as much as any of the other candidates. You work harder than anyone he knows.

“That’s fantastic, sugar,” he replies. “You deserve it.”

“Do you think I have a chance?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious- you knew you weren’t as experienced as other candidates would be for sure.

“Of course, I do,” he says, putting down the paper to give you his full attention. “I feel like you getting this job is a definite. There’s no doubt about it.”

“You’re just buttering me up,” you scoff, finishing up your food, making him chuckle. You may have also seen his cheeks redden, but you couldn’t say for sure. You finish off your coffee, and then bring you dishes back to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink. Lee turns his attention back to his newspaper and you head upstairs to get ready for your day.

When you head upstairs, Lee notices that you took the radio with you- and he could hear you were listening to music from upstairs. He decides before it’s too late to ring Mark Cunningham. The line rings a couple of times before Mark answers.

“Cunningham.”

“Morning, Mark. It’s Sheriff Bodecker,” he smirks.

“What can I do for you Sheriff?” he asks, the sound of shuffling paper comes through as well. Most likely flipping through the paper.

“I wanna call in that favor you owe me,” he says, casually pacing the living room, holding the receiver up to his ear and the base of the rotary phone in the other.

“Of course, Sheriff,” he says. A while back, Bodecker busted the principal making moonshine in his old barn that was at the end of his property. Lee looked the other way and was waiting for the right thing to call in a favor for.

“I want you to hire (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for the secretary job,” he says, looking to the stairs, making sure you aren’t coming. The music is still playing loudly from upstairs so he determines he’s still got time.

“That’s all?” Mark asked surprised.

“That’s all I want from you,” Lee replies. “I expect you can make that happen?”

“Without a doubt. When can she start?”

“Still have her come in for an interview. I don’t anyone else knowing I called you about this- including her.”

“Done.”

With that, Lee hangs up the phone, feeling really good about this decision. He knew how much that job meant to you- he could see it in your eyes and how excitedly you talked about it. He can’t wait to see you when you find out you get the position. He knows it’s going to make you so happy. He knows you’d be a fantastic candidate, but this just eliminates any doubt. He reasons that there isn’t much difference, since you were very likely to get it anyways. He just had to make sure.

He can picture you know, coming home from the interview- excited to tell him that you got the job. You’d be so excited you’d jump up and hug him tightly, just so overjoyed that you let your feelings take over. You’d wrap your legs and around his waist and he’d hold you up by holding the back of your thighs. You’d wrap your arms tightly around him and bury your head in the crook of his neck. You’d lift your head up to look at him, embarrassed at your actions and then he’d press his lips to yours. You’d gasp softly, but your lips would melt against his own and your arms would wrap tightly around his neck. He’d walk forward, pressing you up against the wall and he’d kiss your neck mumbling praises of congratulations against your skin as his name falls from your lips at how good he’d make you feel. It’s almost unbearable how bad he wants you.

He heads to him room to get ready for his day, but his mind is still clouded with thoughts of you. He thinks about how much he wants nothing more that to just pin you on his mattress. He wonders if you know how crazy you make him. Sometimes there’s something in your eye that makes him think you want him too, but he’s not sure. His better judgement holds him back from everything he wants to do. He thinks about how it must feel to have his head right in-between your thighs. Back in the kitchen together, he wanted to just get on his knees and worship you. The feeling of them pressing against him as he sucks on your clit and runs his tongue across your folds.

Serval hours later, he can’t shake the thoughts, even sitting in his office at the sheriff’s station- working on a Saturday yet again. He’s cooped up in his office, unable to get through any of the paperwork that has piled up on his desk. He’s thinking about you, again, but in this daydream, you’re bent over his desk- because you came by to see him on your break from work at the school. His office door locked and his blinds pulled so he can bend you over and take you right there- rough and fast, sending you back to work with a feeling of him still there between your legs well after you’re back at your own desk, still sore from the encounter.

“You got a visitor, Lee,” the intercom on his desk lights up.

“Send ‘em in,” he responds back, shaking his head to snap out of it. He needed to get a grip.

“Sorry I didn’t call,” you say, walking into his office. His eyes widen and he wonders if he’s still day dreaming. He discreetly pinches himself. You’re actually here, standing in his office, while he looks at you dumbfounded. Part of him would think he manifested it if he was a man of any faith. “You forgot this,” you say, putting his wallet on the desk. “You must have taken it out of your back pocket before falling asleep in the chair last night. It was laying on the coffee table. I figured I’d stop by with it while I was coming up this way anyways.”

“You’re a doll,” he grins, putting his wallet in his back pocket. “What are you doing?”

“I took the bus to the library to return some books, and now I’m going shopping for something to wear when I go in for an interview since I have the day off to go,” you explain. “I’m also probably going to get lunch after that before heading back home. I just didn’t want to be home in case that reporter stopped by. I’m not ready to talk to him yet.”

“I can take care of it,” he says, “He’ll make his way over here soon enough. I can talk to him.”

“You would do that for me?” you ask, the relief evident across your whole face.

“Yeah, I can talk to him, let him know you gave a statement here,” he says. You nod. “You know as much as he does, so it doesn’t matter if I tell him you don’t know shit or if you tell him.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you sigh, so relieved thinking that you won’t have to hear from Henry Curtis again. “If he tells you anything about them… will you let me know?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you say, hurriedly walking over behind him and quickly hugging his shoulders. You then are back by the door again before he can register the gesture. “Are you going to be home tonight?” you ask, your hand on the doorknob.

“Not until late,” he says reluctantly, and he can see the disappointment on your face- unless his mind was playing tricks on him.

“Okay,” you say finally, “Um, I’ll see you later then.”

“Bye, doll,” he says when you walk out of his office.

Are you going to be home tonight? Your voice lingers in his head. It was such a harmless phrase that could’ve just been one of curiosity. Maybe you were just asking because you were thinking about what you were doing for dinner. It most likely just meant nothing. But, the look on your face when he said no makes him think otherwise. Did it mean you cared? That you wanted to spend time with him? You wanted to see him and be with him as desperately as he needed you perhaps? Just the phrasing itself makes his brain feel like putty. It’s like you’re waiting up for him. It’s like you share the house in a way that’s much more than just him renting a room from you. It’s like you’re his and he’s yours. It’s like saying our house… our home. The question was so intimate and implied so much more about how you saw him and what he was to you. He knew seeing him as how he saw you was next to impossible, but you saw him as more than the Sheriff and more than just the jerk living in your house.

Part Four

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blissfulbqrnes · 3 years

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We Can Be Alone

summary; the pebbles seem to awaken the beast

warnings; swearing, mutual pining, nicknames (H, Romeo, Juliet,), angst, tears, fluff with another angsty ending, reader's father is a dick, a timeline that may not make sense but I tried, a tiny makeout.

word count; 0.97k

note; I know I didn't clarify age but the reader and harry are of age(cuz there might be smut).

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After being obnoxiously whisked away by your sister that night, you thought the chance of seeing harry again was slim to none, but your father took you and your younger sisters to town to get a few things. Most royal families tend to stay inside their castle for safety reasons, but your father always insisted on going into town every once in a while.

You, being the eldest were sent to the confectionery to get the sourdough bread specifically made fresh by Mrs. Anne Twist for your mother since her pregnancy cravings were all over the place. You went in blindly and left with a huge grin and Harry's promise to be at your window somehow that very night.

And I'll be damned if he didn't show up, his hair was pulled back out of his eyes whilst he threw small stones at your bedroom window, effectively catching your attention.

Now, it was roughly two months since that night, and Harry hadn't missed a single night where he didn't show up. You were writing in the diary your other forced you to make daily entries in when the pebbles began to hit your window.

With a huge grin, you pulled your curtains to the side to open the window, there in all his glory was Harry patiently waiting for you, holding something in a basket most likely the cookies he promised yesterday evening.

"H, I'll be down in like three minutes wait at the bench for me, will you?" you whisper shouted down to him, hoping he could understand you. You weren't entirely sure if your family was asleep but the clock read half eleven, and by this time they're usually out like a light.

He nodded, throwing up an enthusiastic thumbs up and heading towards the garden bench you always sat at.

You slipped on a pair of flats and quickly, and quietly made your way to the man awaiting your arms after a long day. sporting an offwhite nightgown made specifically for you, as you rushed to meet him.

Finally, you pushed open the glass door and ran into Harry's chest with quite a bit of force that nearly knocked him and you over, "I've missed you," you hummed pressing a few kisses to his chest.

"Who's out there?!" your father's voice grunted, clearly angry and a bit shocked at the random figures and noises coming from in his back garden.

"Pa, it's-" you began, but quickly shut your mouth. How exactly does one explain to their father that they had been meeting a boy without even consoling him about it at all? You racked your brain for an explanation but Harry beat you two it.

"Sorry sir, miss YN requested on your last outing I bring your wife some cookies, she said her pregnancy cravings were wild, and my mum insisted." He lied straight through his teeth crossing his fingers that it was believable.

"Why am I having a hard time believing this?" Your father hummed, "I was born at night, but it most certainly wasn't last. You know you don't come on these grounds. Ever. Unless invited by my wife or myself."

Harry's mouth opened and shut almost like a fish out of water in need of some oxygen. His silence was enough of an answer for your father and he nodded, "YN, we will be talking about this in the morning. And Mr. Styles get the hell out of here before I have someone else do it for you. I don't want to hear about you speaking to my daughter, she doesn't need to be seen with the likes of you!"

Your father walked back inside his room, slamming the glass balcony door behind him, you flinched at the loud sound. Harry's head hung low, and he walked towards the gate.

Tears clouded your vision, and began to trail down your cheeks, "Harry, we can't let this happen, we have to.. uh. Run away! Yeah, we can run away, run away with me Harry, please?" The question was clearly in the heat of the moment you couldn't even go anywhere, no other towns were within miles of the town lines.

"that's pretty unreasonable, no?" Harry asked, his brows furrowing, "I have my family, and the boys in this town, YN. I can't just up and leave whenever I want, mum wants Gem and me to take over the bakery"

The heels of your hands pressed into your eyes almost painfully, but not enough to cause anything other than the starry vision, you sighed out, "I know, I was just being stupid, I better go before he comes back out here and sentences you to death or something" You joked, but by harry's expression he did not find it funny, "Kidding!!"

"my girl is never stupid, shush." His ring-clad hands met your wrist when you went to turn away, pulling you back in, but this time pressing his lips to yours. They felt exactly how you thought they would, soft and pillowy, slightly chapped but still got the job done just fine.

Your hand met his jawline and cheekbones, stroking them gently with the pad of your thumb, slow and languid movements quickly became messy and rushed. His tongue gliding around your mouth and yours doing the same to him.

Teeth clashing against each other, in a way that was almost uncomfortable but you were too caught in how he was kissing you.

Just a few moments later he pulled away from you to catch his breath, "I'll try and see you sometime soon, no promises. Don't wanna make em' and not keep em'" He murmured, still breathless.

You nodded, standing on your toes to peck his lips, then his cheek, his jawline, and finally his exposed collar bone. Running your index and middle fingers across your post-kiss lips, which are most likely more vibrant in color and swollen "See ya, Romeo"

"'Til next time Juliet"

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boytouya · 3 years

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𝙋𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

words: 1.2k

request: “nanami with a femboy s/o who has a deep voice? but is instead very serious? (but like him and nanami always do soft fluff stuff when alone at home,,, except for when.. stuff.. happens..) maybe fluff and smut too please? or whichever you choose. top nanami?”

a/n: thank you for the request, honey! i don’t write nsfw, but i can definitely do fluff! i still wanted to add something that showed off his ‘dominant’ personality just to curve around that but still kinda do what you wanted! i don’t really think it’s as good as it could be, but i hope you like it! titled based off “pink in the night” by mitski <3

“Kento..” The depth of your voice rumbles against your partner’s chest. He holds you close, one hand at the base of your nape while the other stays around your thigh. Times where he’d come come; when you weren’t sure if he’d even make it home, had always taken the biggest tolls on your body. You knew Nanami was a strong man. Strong jaw, that stayed at an exact ninety degree angle. Large hands with protruding veins that snaked their way up his forearms, those same hands that held into an even stronger cleaver. He was sturdy all over, he was your rock. You were afraid you’d lose him, his anchor holding you together would set you free and leave you stranded, drifting off.

But you’d much rather drift off into the security of a dream. With his firm hand squeezing the exposed skin on your thigh to remind you he was there. With his arm pulling you into his broad chest as he told you that you were the “prettiest boy he’d ever met.” You’d rather count sheep until your brain grew cloudy and you could finally let go. Finally sink into the warmth of Kento’s embrace. He’d always be there for you, with open arms and something meaningful to say.

He always found words to be very important.

The first time he met you he was at a loss for them. He saw many things in only twenty seven years of his life, and yet none could compare to you. It wasn’t the way you dressed, not the skirts (or flowy sundresses, the ones he loved to watch you spin in- he thought you looked like an angel) or the hair clips, not even the makeup if you chose to wear it. It was just unfathomable- unbelievable- how pretty you were. So he had kept his mouth shut, unintentionally cold towards you.

But then you spoke. A deep reverberating sound that came from your chest and straight to his eardrums set him aback. Your words weren’t meaningless, not like Gojo’s. You didn’t speak for the purpose of hearing your own voice or getting other people to talk. You spoke with meaning. Not once did he catch you in a facade of ambiguous statements. It was almost like looking in a mirror, if that mirror wore feminine clothing and accessories.

“Hm?” He hums in response, lifting the large, scarred expanse of the limb which he called his hand up to his face. He pulls off his glasses, gently setting them down on the coffee table. He’s as careful as can be when he rearranges you in his lap, he even goes out of his way to flatten out the flowing ends of your (well, his) oversized hoodie.

“Nanamin,” You start over, half asleep as you try to curl up and disappear into the warmth of his lap. Had anyone else called him that he’d threaten to slap them. The heels of your feet, clad in a soft, cotton material woven into thigh-highs, dig into the firm thickness of Kento’s own thigh. Your personality never fails to disappoint, turning the entire flow of the air by one hundred eighty degrees. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I thought I lost you, for real this time.”

The blond stays silent, but his grip on you tightens. He’s careful not to squeeze the air out if you but the hand at the back of your neck stops it’s caressing movements. You’ve always been quite the serious man. You always tell him how it is. He tears his gaze away from his blank T.V. and slowly blinks back at you.

“I was home by eight.” He pushes his luck.

“You wanted to be home by six.” You interject, the pitch of your voice lowering the more sleep overtook you.

“What does that imply?” His eyebrows shoot upwards, and you move further down into his lap as he shifts his legs. It was probably a habit of his to cross them, but his lap was a bit occupied at the moment.

“You hate overtime.” Ah, of course you remembered. Okay, perhaps the mission was a bit more tedious than others. Maybe there were a few casualties, maybe he had a few scratches under his lounge pants and crisp black t-shirt. But he was okay, he was alive. It was all just part of the trials and tribulations of being an adult.

“Don’t say something-.” You yawn, a loud and deep groan that prickles the back of Nanami’s ears along with his eardrums. “Don’t say something stupid like ‘that’s part of being adult,’ just be more careful. If not for yourself, for me.”

He can almost feel the sincerity of your voice. It makes him want to bury a hole for himself and lay in it, “I’m always careful.”

And he is. You know this. He’s careful when he helps you into a new sundress. He’s careful when he paints your nails for you, just because he thought it was interesting. He’s especially careful on his missions- because he couldn’t bear to leave you behind. You’re a strong boy, you’d do just fine without him, but he doesn’t want it to be that way.

It doesn’t have to be that way, not if he can prevent it.

Your tense shoulders relax a few moments after saying what was on your mind. When you’re awake, Kento noticed, your breathing is much faster than his own. But when you sleep it’s slow and steady. He wonders just how much you push yourself, but he knows you’d come to him if you need him. He’d be there.

He places a kiss on your forehead, settling into the couch himself. His muscles ache and his chest strains against the confines of his shirt but he does nothing to fix it. He wants to enjoy this time with you, count the seconds between your breaths and fall asleep to the sounds you make in your sleep. Even when lost in unconsciousness you are sweet, whispering a barely audible chant of ‘I love you’ through parted lips. He can't wait to kiss you awake, to watch you blink away your last remnants of sleep but still stay in his arms. He’d tell you he didn’t kiss you the way he wanted, just to scatter more across your face until you begged him to stop through velvety laughter. He’d be here when you wake up, with a secure embrace and an iron grip on your blossoming heart.

“I love you, prince.”

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indiee19 · 3 years

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The View From... The Top Bunk

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: You're on tour with the band and (Humbug!) Alex gets you alone on the bus while the rest of the band are out.

warnings: smut, cringey jokes from Matt, Nick, And Jamie.

word count: 3.2k

-This part was wrote by the co-writer and my best friend, Thea, so thank you @teddyarabellapicker. the fic is also up on her page, so be sure to check her out

A/n: sorry for not uploading in a few days, I've just been writing a new story inspired by the Everything You've Come To Expect album. Also, I'm making a tag list, so lmk if you want to be added to it. Enjoy.

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the bus and chattering woke you up. You tried to nuzzle your head back into Alex's neck, but he wasn't there. You opened your eyes, seeing that Alex wasn't squeezed into the bunk with you. You groaned and forced yourself out of the bunk, eyes adjusting to the sudden ray of light that came through the windows.

You dug into yours and Alex's bag, grabbing one of his shirts and you walked to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes to try and help wake you up. Once you got there, you went in and brushed your hair and teeth, making yourself somewhat presentable, putting the shirt on over your bra that you slept in.

You used a hair tie on your wrist to tie it up so it didn't go past your shorts. You checked yourself in the mirror one last time and then walked out, turning off the light and walking to the small lounge at the back of the bus, seeing Alex and the rest of the band sitting on the sofa.

"Ahh, so the beast has awoken and come out of their cave," Matt said, eliciting a laugh from everyone.

"Fuck off, Matt," you said, still tired and half asleep. You walked over to Alex, sitting beside him and nuzzling your head into his neck, cuddling up to him and Alex wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, and lifted you chin so that he could kiss you. You could taste the last cigarette he had before you woke and you smelled his spicy cologne that you bought him for his birthday.

"Oh, no, we better leave before they start shagging," Jamie said, making a disgust face. You and Alex both held up your middle fingers at him, Nick and Matt laughing. Alex pulled away and you nuzzled back into Alex's neck, closing your eyes.

"You alright, princess?" Alex asked, kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, just ... just a little tired," you said and yawned immediately after making Alex 'aww' in his head. You drifted off into your own world, not paying attention to anyone or what they were saying.

All you knew was that they were talking about what songs they would play on their set list for the gig later. You heard them say something about playing 'When the sun goes down,' 'Brianstorm,' and 'Teddy Picker' but that was about all you heard.

Thirty minutes went by and then the boys got up, including Alex, making you finally open your eyes when your head fell without his shoulder holding your head up.

"Where are you guys going?" you asked, sitting up completely.

"Oh, we're going to the sound check," Alex said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you want to come?"

"Sure, just let me get properly dressed," you said and got up and went to yours and Alex's bag.

"Okay, we'll be outside, love,�� Alex said, walking outside with the rest of the band.

You reached the part of the bus where your bag was, reaching in it, grabbing some denim shorts and a t-shirt, putting on some shoes and the you walked outside, walking up behind Alex and scaring him. Matt, Nick, and Jamie laughed, Alex on the other hand, did not.

"Not funny," he said.

"Oh, come on, pull the stick out of your ass, it was funny and you know it," you replied, kissing him, making him smile, no longer being slightly mad.

"Okay, you're right. It was funny, princess," he said quietly, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side. "We ready to go?" Alex asked the band.

"Yeah, Al. Let me go get Mark," Matt said, quickly telling Mark to come on and Mark grabbed his camera. You all got in the car, just barley enough room for all six of you. You were in between Alex and Jamie, Alex's fingers intertwined with your own. Jamie glanced over to you two and jokingly rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"You two better not snog in front of me," he joked. You and Alex laughed and Alex gave you a quick peck on the lips. Jamie made an over exaggerated disgusted face when Alex peppered your face with kisses, your lips, cheeks and forehead and everyone else laughed.

Alex stopped kissing you and laid his head down on your shoulder. "I love you, princess," he whispered, placing a chaste kiss to your jaw. You rested your head on top of his and you both sat in silence as everyone else talked the entire way there.

Once the car came to a halt at the venue they were playing at, everyone got out, Alex's hands grabbing yours and intertwining his fingers with yours, always desperate to touch you, whether it was by holding hand or laying beside you, he always liked to have some sort of physical contact with you.

You all walked into the venue they were playing at and you sat backstage while they did their sound check. Every now and then during the sound check Alex would look at you and when he stopped singing, he would blow you a kiss.

Even though it was their sound check, they still sounded amazing. Mark was filming them, no doubt for another installment of 'The View From...' videos that Matt was quite fond of doing and were also very fun to film. You laughed when Alex walked over to Jamie and did what you would describe as 'guitar fucking' where Alex was standing over Jamie and played their guitars and made weird faces at each other.

You were kind of sad whenever the sound check ended but you were also happy that you could kiss Alex finally. As soon as he sat down his guitar, he kissed you, his slightly chapped lips moving against your own.

Matt tapped on Alex's shoulder. "Okay, lovebirds, that's enough," he said. You and Alex pulled apart.

"Just because you're sad and single doesn't mean that you have to project onto us, Matt," Alex laughed. You couldn't help but laugh as well, Nick and Jamie joining in.

The show didn't start for another four hours so you all decided to play some games - throw the lime down the corridor, cards, but mostly throw the lime down the corridor, that made the hours go by fast.

You hadn't realized how close the time was to when the show was supposed to begin, after a while of playing the game, Alex grabbed you and pulled you into his dressing room.

"Alex," you squealed. He pushed you against the wall and instantly started kissing you, his hands traveling up your body to fondle your breasts through the material of your shirt and bra.

"Alex, stop, you have to be on stage in a few minutes," you said, pushing him away. You immediately missed the feeling of his lips against yours, but you didn't want to be the reason that he wasn't on stage in time.

He sighed and stepped back, grabbing the clothes he was going to perform in, quickly changing all the while you were watching him. Once he finished changing he ran his fingers through his hair, styling it in the mirror. You were jealous of how incredibly good his hair always looked, jealous of how soft and shiny and smooth it was, and how it rarely ever got tangled. His hair was better than yours could ever be, but you didn't mind because he was perfect.

"Do I look good, love?" Alex asked when he noticed you starring at him, chuckling lightly.

"You always look good, Al," you replied, Alex blushed at your compliment, always being an adorable, shy boy.

"Al, come on. We have to go on stage!" Matt yelled from outside his dressing room. You and Alex walked out, hand in hand. Alex grabbed his guitar and kissed you before going up on stage with everyone else.

Just like always, their show was amazing. The way Matt played the drums that made the songs, Alex's absolutely amazing vocals as well as Matt and Nick's backing vocals and Jamie occasionally messing up the cords, but still doing amazing. You couldn't help but sing along sometimes, though your voice didn't compare to Alex's whatsoever.

Your favourite song they played that night though was Do Me A Favour, though you were confused whenever Alex laughed during the saddest part of the song, but the confusion quickly went away when the drums and guitar kicked in.

Though you enjoyed the sound check, you enjoyed the show even more, and you loved the confidence that they all radiated, acting like the coolest people in the world, because they were. You loved hearing the crowd cheer for them - and you also loved the girls yelling at Alex.

"I love you, Alex!"

"You're amazing!"

"You're a fucking amazing singer!"

"Alright, everybody, it's time for us to go. We're gonna leave you with this one," Alex said, seeming sad himself. They started playing D Is For Dangerous, and you were glad they did, it was one of your favourite songs after all.

You got so into the song that you forgot that it was their last song of the night and you were sad whenever they stopped and said goodbye to the crowd. They all walked off stage, leaving their instruments on stage for the next night when they would be performing again.

You stood up and walked over to Alex, his face immediately lighting up when he saw you, grabbing your waist, kissing your temple.

"Did you enjoy the show, princess?" he asked. You nodded and told him that you absolutely loved it and couldn't wait for tomorrow nights show, certain that it would be even better than this one.

You saw the guys talking and wondered what they were talking about. They then walked over to you and Alex.

"So, we're going to out and eat, you guys wanna come?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, or do you guys want to go back to the bus all by yourselves?" Jamie added, him and Matt laughing. You rolled your eyes and Alex looked at you, then back at the guys.

"Nah, I think we'll go," he said, grabbing your hand, walking you to his dressing room to change, the rest of the guys doing the same. Alex wore the blue button up that you'd bought him for his birthday, he wore it every chance he got, it only being special because you had bought it and not anyone else. He quickly stepped into his black jeans and tugged them up, buttoning and zipping them.

You were on your phone most of the time, responding to messages from friends and family who were asking about the show. Alex saying your name snapped you out of your daze and you looked up at him, seeing his adorable, lazy grin that he only did when he was alone with you, not wanting to show it in public in fear of breaking his 'bad boy' persona that he had.

"You're so cute," you smiled, laughing when he made a weird face at you. You wished that he showed his playful and goofy side in public, you thought that his persona wasn't truthful to who he actually was - a shy, quiet, socially awkward, playful romantic boy.

"You ready?" Alex asked, holding his hand out for you to grab. You took his hand and he helped you stand up, grabbing his bag that had the clothes he performed in and you both walked out, leaving the building entirely, seeing the guys waiting for you two.

"You guys ready?" Matt asked, leaning on the car, Nick and Jamie getting in it along with Mark in the very back, Jamie sitting where he sat on the way to the venue.

"Yeah," you said. You and Alex then got into the car, sitting in the same spots as before, you in between Alex and Jamie, Alex beside the window.

The drive was full of singing, shitty jokes, and occasionally sneaky kisses between you and Alex. Nick and Jamie ended up arguing about witch soccer team was better and it was fairly funny, Matt even joined in. You couldn't help but laugh when they tried to bring Alex into the argument, though he quickly stopped that, saying that he didn't have a say in it.

You layed your head down on Alex's shoulder for the rest of the drive, holding hands, tuning out the stupid argument going on between the rest of the boys.

The car came to a halt at a restaurant, everyone getting out and walking inside, stopping in the entryway for the band to take a picture with a fan of theirs. You all then walked over to a podium where a waitress was standing.

"How many?" they asked, getting ready to pick up some menus.

"Uh ... six," Matt said, stopping for a moment to count up all of you.

"Okay, right this way," they said, picking up six menus, leading you all to a round table where you all took your seats. The seat beside you was empty, Alex sitting on the other side. The waitress left and soon after another waiter came to take your drink orders, bringing them out not long after.

It was a few more minutes until you all had decided what you were going to order and the waiter was quick to come back and take your orders, rushing it to the kitchen.

The boys somehow got back onto their argument on soccer, their bickering amusing, it was like they were children arguing about what superhero was the best which made it all the more better.

They seemed to be too into the argument to notice that Alex was now much closer to you, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh, brushing dangerously close to your clothed clit. You quickly grabbed his hand, reminding him that you were in public. He didn't seem to care though, continuing to rub your thigh, lightly brushing against your clit through the material of your shorts. You held back a gasp and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from you.

He glared at you, grabbing your hand, kissing it. You all talked until your food arrived at the table, though that didn't stop Alex from teasing you again. Whenever the guys were looking away from you two he would whisper dirty things in your ear.

"I can't wait till we get back to the bus."

"You look so hot right now, princess."

You knew that this was either him being horny as always, or it was his gig high that he hadn't shaken off yet. Your second thought was confirmed when he went back to rubbing you thigh, never wanting to do something like this in public, whispering in your ear. "When we get back to the bus, I'm going to fuck you up." That was it, you were gone, couldn't handle his teasing any longer.

"Please, Alex," you said quietly, begging him with your eyes. "As you wish, princess," he said, taking his hand off your thigh. "Hey, guys, I think we're gonna head back to the bus, she's not feeling really well," Alex lied, you playing along.

"Oh, okay, hope you feel better, love," Matt said, drinking his beer. "Thanks, Matt," you said softly, acting as if you were actually not well. You and Alex said your goodbyes to Jamie, Nick, and Mark and then left the restaurant, rushing to get to the bus.

You were both very eagar, more than you could've ever remembered, the ten minute walk taking a little less than five when you began to hurriedly get there, pushing past people so you could get there faster.

As soon as you both reached the bus and got in, Alex pushed you against the wall, attaching his slightly chapped lips to yours, moving in sync with one another. He bit down on your bottom lip, demanding entrance and you complied, his tongue easily fighting yours into submission. He was quick to rid you of your shirt, working on getting your pants off.

Once he rid you of your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties, he grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump, to which you did. He carried you to your shared bunk with him. You shuffled out of the rest of your garments before crawling into the top bunk, watching as Alex took off his own clothes, crawling in and laying over you, closing the curtain.

He wasn't in the mood to tease you anymore, too far gone just like yourself. He was quick to give his thick cock a few tugs before he nestled himself between your legs, slowly pushing in, head falling down on your shoulder when he bottomed out, the feeling of your walls stretching to fit his size too much for him.

He let you adjust to his size before starting to move, going slowly, setting a pace of his own liking, though it didn't last long, he couldn't take it anymore, his need to hear you moan for him growing immensely. And it didn't take long before you were a moaning mess for him, fingers knotting in his precious hair that you loved so much.

He began to place wet kisses on your neck, one of his hands coming in between your bodies to rub vigorously on your clit, his other hand the only thing holding all of his weight off of you. You knew that it wouldn't be long until you came undone, his thrusts getting faster and faster, but at the same time sloppier and it was obvious that he wasn't very far off either.

"A-Alex, I'm so close," you whimpered, voice trailing off into a moan as Alex had delivered a particularly hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars.

"Come for me, princess," he said, delivering one more hard thrust, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge, your own orgasm triggering Alex's, his hips stilling, his hot release spurting inside you.

His support arm gave out and he collapsed on top of you, panting heavily.

"God, I love you," he panted, the both of you coming down from your highs. "I love you too, Al," you responded.

All of a sudden, you heard the bus door open and heard Matt yell yours and Alex's name. You heard him walk over to the bunk and opened the curtain, quickly closing it when he saw you both.

"God, Al, you could've given me a warning," Matt said, walking away. "Jamie, Nick, don't look in their bunk. Trust me, you'll regret it," you heard Matt say in the small lounge room and Nick and Jamie's laughter echoed through the bus.

"Sorry," Alex yelled, pulling out of you with a sigh, the two of you shuffling so that you both could sleep comfortably in the very small bunk. "Goodnight, princess, I love you.

"I love you too, Al."

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