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#icanteven

pt. 5

#icanteven - The Neighbourhood 

“I can’t even, I can’t even believe what you did to me You can’t even, you can’t even say I’m overreacting I can’t even, can’t even hear your side Shame on me, you fooled me twice”

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Summary: series; Sam cheats on you.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader, Dean Winchester x reader, Castiel x reader (briefly)

Warnings: descriptions of depression, guilt, anger, descriptions of infidelity, fluff, smut (sam x other woman)

Word count: 4.1k

DEAN POV

Dean pulled his duffle bag strap over his shoulder and held the Impala’s keys in his hand. He couldn’t wait to leave this godforsaken motel. He’s stayed in his fair share of sketchy places, but this was by far the worst. Never in his time on the road, has he been curled up in bed, unsure of what his foot was touching, only for it to be a condom – and a used one at that. He physically recoiled at the thought again and slammed the motel room door behind him. Good riddance. 

He slipped into the driver’s side of the Impala, a motion that was thoughtless now, and jammed the keys into the ignition. The rumble of the car's engine soothed him in a way he didn’t know he craved just then. It was such a subconscious notion, that he barely even noticed it on a good day, which today was. Or it was about to be. He clasped the gear shifter in his hand, and threw the car into reverse, glancing over his shoulder to ensure there were no small children before backing out of the parking space. He thrust the car into drive and sped out of the parking lot, not caring if he left tire marks behind. It deserved it after the hell he just went through. 

Dean was four hours from the bunker, and he couldn’t wait to crawl into his own bed. His bed, which had clean(ish) sheets, and a blanket free of mysterious stains. His hand reached for the sound dial and his ears were flooded with a prominent mid-range frequency; the vocals were centered in the midrange and accompanied by a solid low-end from the bass guitar. Dean trilled his fingers along the steering wheel to the beat as he drove. He let his mind wander as the scenery around him changed from fields of whisping barley to dense forest, back to fields of open nothingness. 

He thought about the current song that was playing on the local classic rock station. It was generic and quite honestly, overplayed, but nonetheless, a classic. Especially during the time that it was produced, it was a masterpiece. Hell, it still is. His mind suddenly thought of you, and the argument you once got into over who had better music. Dean, of course, argued that Led Zepplin had the best music of all time (only because it was a tie between his two favorite songs of all time, “Ramble On” and “Traveling Riverside Blues”). You, on the other hand, argued Van Halen.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean had said, white-knuckling the steering wheel. He glanced over at you, with a grin plastered on your face. 

“I am dead serious,” you replied, trying to hide your grin, but Dean could see right through it. 

“Van Halen isn’t even in the same category as Zep, how could you say that?” 

“They rank right up there for me, along with Aerosmith and CCR,” you claimed. Dean was astonished, not sure if you were just trying to mess with him, or if you were being serious. You tilted your head back and let out a laugh, and Dean laughed with you. He glanced over and watched your hand as it rested on the open window ledge of the Impala, moving up and down in the breeze. The wind whipped around the stray hairs that framed your face. 

Dean smiled at the memory, glancing over at the passenger seat. The image of you had faded, now replaced with an empty seat bench and a couple of cassette tapes strewn about. He let out a heavy sigh and his smile fell, his lips pressed together in a firm line. Prior to this moment, Dean refused to let himself think about you in such a large capacity. Once a memory popped up, he did his damndest to shut it down. It hurt too much to think about the times you had spent together. 

A familiar sound slowly built through the car’s speakers as the radio station transitioned from the previous song, and Dean was pulled back from his thoughts. He recognized the bass marimba and electric bass immediately. It was the intro to “Sweet Emotion” by Aerosmith. Before giving it a second thought, his hand went to the dial once again and increased the volume. Dean’s grin slowly crept back to his lips and he rolled the window down. He laid his foot down heavier on the gas pedal as he drove down the road. 

Y/N POV

You heard the familiar sound of the bunker door creek open and slam shut behind itself. Your heart pounded in your chest. For a split second, you thought about bolting. If you got up now, you could run to the kitchen, wait for him to disappear in his room, and then sneak out without a trace. 

Suddenly, a hand was resting on yours. You looked up to meet Castiel’s icy blue eyes. His hand squeezed yours, reassuring you that this was the right decision. You took a deep breath and turned your head to the sound of his heavy footsteps descending the iron stairs. 

“Cass!” He called, echoing through the bunker halls. “You would not believe the week I’ve had, man. This motel was such a–,” he stopped mid-sentence, his boots landing on the concrete floor at the bottom of the stairs. The silence is deafening as the two of you stare at each other. You sit up from where you were seated with Cass at one of the library tables and take a few steps toward Dean, who is still frozen in place. You are unable to read his facial expression. There were no indicators as to if he was mad or upset; happy or elated. Panic floods your body, realizing that he is not happy to see you. He should have said something by now. This was a mistake. This–

Before your brain can fully process what is happening, Dean drops his duffle bag to the floor and moves towards you, fast. He doesn’t speak a single word, nobody does. You expect him to walk right past you and to his bedroom, harshly knocking your shoulder as he goes by. A final fuck you before you leave for good this time. Instead, he closes the space between the two of you and wraps his arms around you. He buries his face into your shoulder, inhaling deeply. His embrace was warm and firm, his hold on you unwavering. 

You had been craving this moment since the day you had left the bunker. It was a deep, hunger buried far below the surface, now awoken with the feeling of him holding you close. Leaving Sam was painful, sure. But you physically ached at the loss of Dean. The loss of your best friend. You felt your heart race at the thought, unsure of how you were ever able to leave in the first place. You had left the one person behind who could have helped you heal. 

Dean was the first to pull away from you, but he would be damned if he let you go just yet. He placed his hands on either side of your face, almost as if to distinguish if you were really there before him or not. You instinctively leaned into his touch and smiled. Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. 

“Hi Dean,” you said softly. Dean let out a chuckle and smiled down at you. 

“Hi y/n,” he replied, his voice wavering slightly.

“Can I have my face back now?” You asked playfully. Dean only looked back at you, smiling at your sarcastic comment. However, he didn’t move his hands. He gently stroked his thumb across your face, brushing away a stray tear that fell down your cheek. You cursed that tear for betraying you and brought up your hands to rest on Dean’s. Shakily, you pulled his hands from your face and held them in your own. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked quietly, staring down at your connected palms. 

“I missed you,” you whispered, admitting this to yourself for the first time. You stared at him, willing him to look up at you. As if hearing your thoughts, he looked up at you then. His eyes were swimming with emotion; pain and happiness all swirling together. You were lost in his eyes, which were as green as the first leaves after a winter. They held a captivating allure, whispering secrets of the wild, drawing you into their mesmerizing depths. Dean squeezed your hands, slamming you back into reality. 

“I missed you, too,” he spoke softly. Your heart skipped a beat, and it took everything inside you not to cry right then and there. Heat rose to your cheeks. You let go of his hands and backed away from him slightly, not missing the slight twinge of hurt that spread across his face, before being wiped away quickly. 

“I got you something,” you said, quickly trying to recover before his mind spiraled. His face picked up on the mention of a gift. You turned back towards the table you had been sitting at with Cass. You expected to still see him sitting there, waiting for the moment between you and Dean to pass to pick up your conversation from before. But he was gone. 

You moved to where your bag was resting on one of the chairs and pulled out a box. You hid it behind your back as you turned back to Dean. He was resting his shoulder cooly on the entryway to the war room, standing a few inches from the small staircase that descended. You couldn’t help but smile at his nonchalant demeanor, even after the moment you just shared. You pushed the thought away and stood a few feet from him, excited about what you were going to give him. He watched you carefully, grinning. 

You moved the box from behind your back and displayed it with both hands in front of you. Dean’s face lit up immediately, first seeing the box’s contents. It was a medium-sized box, with a clear plastic middle that displayed a freshly baked apple pie. A small crust heart was baked in the pastry top's middle. You motioned for him to take the box from you, and he didn’t hesitate. 

“Grand Traverse Pie Company,” he read aloud, examining the box. The smile never left his face and was spreading like wildfire to your own features. 

“I just finished a hunt up in Northern Michigan,” you explained, rushing to fill the silence. Your heart pounded anxiously in your chest. “I decided to make a stop on my way back down. I remember you telling me about how your dad stopped there once when you were a kid.” 

You watched Dean’s facial expression change. For a moment, you thought that you had made a mistake. You were struggling to read Dean. Hell, almost everything he had done since he got back was hard to read. The thought broke your heart, unknowingly forgetting things you had taken for granted just over a year ago. 

“I can’t believe you reimbursed that,” he said softly. He slowly looked up at you, his eyes glossed over. You had barely ever seen him this emotional before. He gave you one of those patented grins, like a child with candy — or pie. It hit you then, just exactly what he was thinking. You cocked your head to the side slightly and grinned back at him. 

“Right now?” You asked, already knowing his answer. 

“Uh, yeah right now,” he said, walking right past you. He made a beeline for the kitchen, tossing a quick glance over his shoulder at you. You turned to follow him quickly, as you watched him vanish around the corner. In the kitchen, Dean whipped open a drawer and pulled out two forks. He hands a fork to you, which you eagerly take, and uses both hands to ever so slightly slides the lid of the box up. In this moment, as you watch Dean’s face practically glowing as he adores the pie through the box window, you imagine yourself in a cartoon-like scenario. The radiant sunbeams illuminate Dean’s face as if Heaven’s light is being cast on him; the box's edges acting as bumpers to the light's edges and following the lid's edges. You smiled at the thought and looked back to a normal Dean, licking his lips as the lid falls behind the box. 

Dean wastes no time now slicing the pie into pieces, albeit overly sized. 

The two of you sat at the kitchen counter, the metal cool against your forearms. You wiped your face and watched Dean shovel in one last bite of pie. There were crumbs on his face, and you instinctively reached out to brush them off. Dean stiffened when he noticed this, and you quickly drew your hand away. He just as quickly wiped at his mouth to brush the crumbs away. Awkward. Dean cleared his throat and set down his fork. He looked up at you as if he had something he was dying to tell you. But you beat him to the punch. 

“So,” you said, clearing your own throat. “What have you guys been up to?” The corner of Dean’s mouth turned up slightly, remembering the past few months. He gently pushed the empty plate away from him and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Cass and I have been all over the place lately. It’s a messed up world out there,” he said cooly as if it were the company line. “I was just in the absolute worst motel I’ve ever been in.” 

“Yikes,” you breathed, knowing that it had to be bad for Dean to bring it up. 

“Yeah, I don’t even want to talk about it,” he agreed, reaching out for his beer that rested on the table. He took a long swig, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. A sinking feeling started in the pit of your stomach, and you looked away from him, knowing this familiar feeling. Dean noticed the change in your body language. “How have you been?”

You looked up at him again and smiled, a big, genuine smile that made Dean’s chest flutter. 

“It’s been great,” you said sarcastically. “Alone, out on the open road, the wind rushing through my hair,” you continued, throwing your hair dramatically over your shoulder. Dean let out a soft chuckle at your dramatics. You reached for your own beer and took a swig. “No, it’s been okay. I needed to take some time, clear my head. I was pretty messed up there for a while,” you said, letting the words fall easily. A weird wave of relief washed over you finally being able to admit that to yourself, let alone someone else. 

“He’s not here,” Dean said abruptly. You almost spit out your beer at his words. You looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. He cocked his head to the side slightly. “C’mon, someone had to bring him up.”

“I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted to know,” you replied, a weird sense of relief and…sadness taking over. You were surprised at the latter, not expecting to feel sad in Sam’s absence. Dean could see the contradiction on your face, your own emotions betraying you. And if he were being honest with himself, they were doing the same to him, too. 

“He moved out,” he said. What Dean didn’t say was that he more or less kicked Sam out over what he had pulled with you a few months before. He came home upset and looking to confide in Dean. But Dean wasn’t hearing a poor sob story from his younger brother about losing his girl. No, all he heard was how Sam managed to hurt you yet again after you had done absolutely nothing to deserve it. Dean’s fists clenched at the thought, and he lowered them to his lap under the table, hiding them from your line of vision. “He didn’t have much of a choice in the matter,” Dean added. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“I couldn’t look him in the eye, y/n,” Dean’s eyes were pleading with you. He finally understood how you had felt when all of this first started. The only thing that kept the boys together was a familial bond; the Winchester brothers' family line of toxic codependence. But Dean was no longer blind to his brother’s actions, and he was no longer ignorant to his feelings for you. 

You were speechless. 

There was no air left in your lungs. 

You stood slowly, your heart pounding so loudly it nearly drowned out the world around you. Every step you took around the table felt like crossing into something unknown and inevitable. When you reached his side, you paused for just a heartbeat, and then you placed your hands on either side of his face, your fingers brushing against his skin, warm and soft beneath your touch.

"Dean…" you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you felt but hadn’t yet said.

His eyes flickered down to your lips and back up, his own parting slightly, and you could feel the tension pulling you closer — like gravity, like fate. His hands rose slowly, fingers grazing your waist before settling there, tentative and gentle.

"I—" he started, but whatever words he meant to say were lost as you leaned in. Your lips met his softly at first, a question in the touch. But when he answered — when his mouth pressed back against yours with quiet desperation — the question turned into certainty.

The kiss deepened, fierce and urgent, as his hands slid up your back, drawing you closer until there was no space left between you. His fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head as he claimed your mouth with a passion that stole your breath. The heat of him, the way his heart raced under your palms — it was overwhelming, intoxicating. Time unraveled, and the only thing that mattered was the way he kissed you, as though you were the only thing keeping him breathing.

When you finally pulled back, just enough to rest your forehead against his, your chest rose and fell in time with his, both of you breathless and trembling. His eyes were still closed, his breathing uneven, and when he finally opened them, that forest-green gaze was filled with wonder and fire.

"I think I’m in love with you," you whispered.

His smile was slow, radiant. "Good," he murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "Because I’ve been in love with you for a while now."

The loud groan and squeal of the bunker door shattered the quiet intimacy. You turned toward the noise, assuming that it was Cass leaving. But the sound of footsteps faintly grew closer, and your stomach dropped when you saw him — Sam —- round the corner into the kitchen. The air grew heavier and colder, the old hurt flaring up at the sight of him. A year ago, Sam had shattered your heart when he cheated on you, but the pain of that betrayal still felt fresh. His expression froze as he took in the scene before him — you still tangled up in Dean’s arms, your face flushed, your breath still uneven.

"I—" Sam started, but you cut him off with a sharp look; your first instinct to take the defense. 

"Don’t," you said, your voice low and tight. "I have nothing to say to you."

Dean’s arms tightened around you protectively, his eyes hardening as they met his brother’s. "You heard her, Sam," he said, his voice calm but firm. "This isn’t your business."

Sam’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t move. "I just… I didn’t mean—"

"Whatever you didn’t mean, it’s done," Dean interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You’ve hurt her enough. You don’t get to walk in here and make this about you."

The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until finally, Sam nodded, his shoulders slumping. Without another word, he turned and walked away; moments later, the sound of the door closing behind him like a finality. Your whole body jumped at the sound, and Dean’s arms tightened around you instinctively. 

He turned back to you then, his hand coming up to cup your face. "You okay?" he asked softly.

You nodded, leaning into his touch. "I am now," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. His eyes softened, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. 

A few days later, Dean found Sam sitting on the front steps leading into the bunker, his shoulders hunched and his face drawn with regret. Without a word, Dean sat down beside him.

"I messed up," Sam said quietly after a long silence. "I didn’t mean to hurt her — or you. And I don’t know how to fix it."

Dean stared ahead, his jaw tight. "You can’t just fix something like this, Sam. You broke her trust — and mine. You cheated on her, and that’s not something you just brush off. But if you’re serious about making things right, you start by owning what you did. No excuses. No justifications. Just the truth."

Sam nodded slowly. "I want to. I just… I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me."

"That’s not up to you," Dean said. "But if you want even a chance, you have to show her you’re willing to change — not just with words, but with actions. And you give her the space to decide when — or if — she’s ready."

The weight of Dean’s words settled heavily between them, but for the first time in a long while, it felt like they were on the same page.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam said, his voice rough. "For not giving up on me."

Dean glanced over at him, his expression softening just a little. "You’re my brother. That doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed at you. But I’m not giving up."

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, they sat there in silence — two brothers trying to find their way back to each other, one step at a time.

In the weeks that followed, life slowly began to take shape again, as though the pieces of your world were being gently reassembled, one by one. You and Dean, despite the weight of everything you’d been through, found a rhythm together — a kind of quiet harmony that seemed to grow with each passing day. It was something warm and steady, something you hadn’t realized you needed until it was there. A love that felt like home, safe and sure, with no pretenses or expectations, just an understanding between the two of you that ran deeper than words.

The bunker, once a hollow and desolate space, transformed before your eyes. It no longer felt like a cold fortress of isolation; it began to echo with life. There was laughter now, spilling freely from both of you when Dean cracked some ridiculous joke or you both stumbled upon something that reminded you of a time before everything went wrong. Shared glances became your secret language, a silent comfort between two people who understood each other more than anyone else ever could. Even in the silence, there was a quiet joy in the small, mundane moments. Soft lamplight bathed the rooms in a warm glow, and late-night whispers became the soundtrack of your existence — secrets shared, plans made, and dreams that felt less impossible now.

Sam, on his own slow journey, had begun to talk about moving back in. It wasn’t an easy thing to bring up, and you could see the hesitation in his eyes, the weight of all that had transpired between you. His words were careful, measured, as if testing the waters to see if there was room for him again in your life. You weren’t sure if it would ever be the same, but there was a tentative hope in his voice, something that had been missing for so long. Forgiveness wasn’t easy. The wound he left still ached sometimes, a sharp reminder of the betrayal that had threatened to tear everything apart tore everything apart. But you were trying — for yourself, for him, and for Dean. 

You weren’t doing it alone. 

Not anymore.

It was clear that healing would take time — maybe a long time. But the cracks in the past, though still visible, were starting to feel less like chasms and more like stepping stones. There was something different now. Something that hadn’t existed before, a fragile but real sense of hope. It was small at first, flickering like a candle in the dark, but it was there. And for the first time in a long while, you felt the pull of something powerful. 

You felt like you were finally home again.

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#icanteven - 1

Lando Norris X Fewtrellgf!reader

Summary: In which Max asks his best friend for a favor, and Lando says Max owes him for covering. Little did Max know, Lando was getting exaclty what Max owed him in his mind.

Warning(s): Cheating, angst, pining, asshole Max, tension, smut, unprotected sex, cursing

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Lando shot up from his nap at the sound of his phone ringing, deep slumber still in his eyes as he turned over towards his nightstand. He pressed answer without even looking at the caller ID, eyes still closed.

"Hello?"

"Dude, hey," Max Fewtrell's voice booms through the phone, his tone slightly edgy.

"You interrupted a very great dream and nap session. What is so important that it couldn't be sent through a text?"

"I kind of might have started something, mate. I tried to stop it before it fully started, but I don't know," he trails off, Lanod sensing that Max was biting at his nails in the estranged silence. "I felt something. I couldn't control the feeling, and now I'm fucked."

Lando's eyes open up at that, slowly sitting upright in his bed as his eyebrows begin to furrow. "Max?" he trails off. "The fuck did you do, mate?"

Max lets out a very defeated huff.

"I need your help, no questions asked. I'd do it for you-"

"What the fuck would you do for me?"

"I met another girl."

Lando's jaw clenches, closing his eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He tried to keep his anger at bay, knowing full well that whatever Max had done to prevent this from happening was minimal. Anything to get out of the relationship with Y/N.

Y/N.

She was a pretty girl, everything about her was hard not to like. She was outgoing, but also reserved at times. She spoke her mind, but also could bite her tongue when she needed to. She had this fire in her, but was also the sweetest thing to ever walk the Earth. She was not the type of girl Max deserved.

Lando bit his lip at the thought of her, and how she looked at him every time he stopped by her and Max's shared apartment. She always made him feel welcome and got along with him so easily.

Y/N always cooked for Max, meal prepped, helped him with his work stuff too. She was truly an angel. One that Max didn't deserve.

If only she knew how well she could've been treated by Lando. He could have done so much better.

He knew that her and Max have been on looser strings lately, fighting a bit more often. Based off of what Max has said at least. Max would often tell Lando how he would say hurtful things to her to see if she would try and leave.

Max was trying to make her leave because he was too afraid to end it himself.

Yet, she was so patient, so kind. Max would say how she would always say he was saying it in the heat of the moment. How he never meant what he said, so she never took it seriously, no matter how hurtful it sounded.

Lando wanted to punch Max in the face at every moment he talked about how he would hurt her feelings.

Now he had to deal with this. Deal with his best friend's dirty ass secret because he was too much of a pussy to break things off.

"Lando?" Max's voice creeped back in, urgent and impatient.

Lando snapped out of his daze, opening his eyes up as he glared at his wall.

"What, Max?"

"Can you help me? Please?"

"What am I gonna do? I can't help you with this one, Max. This is too far."

"Mate, please," Max begs. "I can't. At least not yet."

Lando huffs, running a hand through his hair. "What's going to happen?"

"I need you to be my alibi, or keep her distracted when I leave," he explains. "Tell her you were stopping by anyways to hang out and wait till i got back from wherever I text you I'm telling her I'm at."

"Max."

"I know, bro, I'm fucked up I'm sorry," he says, his voice softer. "I need to see if this is real. This girl I'm seeing. If not, I won't go further. If so, I'll end things with Y/N."

"You should just fucking do it now. You're going to fucking tear her apart. She doesn't deserve that shit."

"Since when are you so protective over her?"

That made Lando's chest tighten just slightly.

"I just- I mean that nobody deserves this type of stuff happening to them. She's never going to trust another man again, Max. That'll be entirely your fault."

"I know that, and I can live with that."

"Bro-"

"Lando, please. I swear I will end things. One way or another. I will. Just trust me on this."

Lando stops for a second before sighing. "Fine. You fucking owe me, Max. This is fucked."

Max lets out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, bro. Seriously, thank you. I will get you back, promise," he says. "I need you to come over to mine tonight. Or have me bring her over to yours."

"Max you're fucking joking, already?" Lando stands up from his spot.

"Yes bro please. I'll even order the food for you both tonight."

"You make it sound like I'm babysitting her, she's fully capable of being on her own, you know."

"Yes, I fucking know that, you knob. She's been asking for you to come hang out, do guys night. So I'll tell her I'm just going to run a few errands or somethin'g and then I'll be back to hang out. She won't think anything of it."

"Fuckin' hell, Max."

"Yeah yeah, you can scream at me later," he mumbles as he sounds like he's rummaging through stuff. "So?"

Lando rolls his eyes while rubbing his forehead. "Alright, fine. Yeah. Bring her here, I'll figure out the rest when you get here."

"Thank you, bro. I'll be there soon. I'll text you details."

Lando doesn't waste another second on the phone, hanging up before Max can say another word, and flops back onto his bed while groaning.

What the fuck did he just get himself into?

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Lando opens his front door to see Max and Y/N standing there, her face lighting up when she sees Lando. He gives her a small one back before letting them come in.

"Thanks for letting us come stay over here, mate," Max spoke up, hands in his pockets. "I've got a few places to run to, and then I'll be back. We can stream later if it's not too late. If it gets too late, I will just crash, and then we can stream in the morning. Sound good?" he says.

Y/N nods happily, completely unaware of Max's true plans while she sets her stuff nicely on the recliner chair in Lando's living room. "Take your time, baby. We'll be fine till then," she says softly before going up to kiss his lips.

She frowns only slightly when he dodges it and her lips land on his cheek. Lando's jaw clenches so hard he's convinced his teeth may shatter.

Max gives her a tight smile before making his way towards Lando, giving him a knowing look and nodding curtly. He then makes his way to leave, shuts the door softly behind them.

Lando turns back towards her, seeing her looking at him with a small smile. "Don't just stand there, I don't bite," she jokes, her tone and smile making all of his anger immediately disappear and chuckle lightly at her.

Lando nods before walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her, hugging her tight. She sighs at the feeling of being content in his arms, her own wrapping around his neck. Like they belonged there.

"Won't lie, I've been a bit worried not seeing you come around as much," she chuckles as they pull away. Her eyes looked up into his own.

He looks down and smiles at her. "Just been a bit busy, love. Nothing personal," he downplays, making her give him a slight nod with a warm grin.

"Well, I brought some stuff to cook? If that works with you? I had Max stop so I could grab a few things."

Lando hums and nods, motioning to his kitchen. "Let's cook away then, yeah? You tell me what you need me to do."

Y/N smiles widely at him before walking into his kitchen with a little bounce in her step. Lando bites back the grin on his mouth as he lets her ramble about what they were going to make, instantly taking the spot next to her as she began to unpack everything.

"Oh! Then I also got a favorite," she says, pulling out kinder bars. Lando swore his heart swelled at her excitement. He smirked down at her, leaning towards her figure as one hand slowly wrapped lowly around her hip. He could hear her breath hitch just slightly, but she plays it off as her eyes gaze up into his.

He slowly takes the chocolate bars from her hands. "You know exactly how to get me going," he playfully says lowly before pulling away and going to set them at the counter across from the island.

She clears her throat before nodding slowly. "Well duh," she squeaks out, busying herself by opening up his cabinet to grab a cutting board. Y/N then turns to face Lando once more, whom was leaning against his countertop, arms crossed as his eyes stared at her smugly.

Y/N swallowed before giving him one of her pretty smiles. "Can I trust you with a knife, Norris?"

He chuckles before walking up to her. "You can trust me with anything, actually."

She raises an eyebrow. "Is that so?" she jokes, before handing him his cutting board.

"Oh yeah," he says as he grabs some of the beggies from the sink and sets them on the board. "Depends, though."

"On what exactly?"

He cuts a few pieces before looking back at her. "Depends on the person. How much I trust them," he says before going back to focus on his task at hand as she begins filling up a pot with water.

"Yeah? How much do you trust me?"

"A lot more than I'll admit right now," he chuckles, making her roll her eyes playfully before giggling herself.

The pair keep their playful banter and small talk going as they cook together, Lando at one point putting music on as they moved swiftly in the kitchen. He never missed the way she would stay so concentrated on her task at hand, how her tongue would poke out when she was in her zone.

The air was filled with their laughter and conversations, something Lando could quickly get used to. Something he could never get tired of.

Even after they finished cooking, they carried on their conversations at his dining table as if it was like they'd known each other forever and a day. It went smoothly between them, never having a dull or awkaward silence in between conversations, just a comfy quiet as they ate their food.

"So you know how you said I could trust you?"

Lando hums with a nod.

"Can I tell you something without you telling Max?"

Lando's heart stops for a second, then it slowly becomes louder in his ears.

"Of course. You have my word."

Y/N's figure then slowly becomes more shy, more timid. She then begins to push her food around on her plate.

"I think Max wants to break up with me," she sighs, making Lando look at her.

"Why's that?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not entirely sure. He's been picking fights more often, even if it's something small. Like the other day he started a fight because of how I made the bed. It's the same way I've always done it is the thing," she laughs dryly, more to herself.

Lando just sits there and listens, not speaking until it was the right time. He could see how defeated she looked, unsure of what to say next.

"I could be wrong, but that's what it feels like," she explains. "Or how he's gone a lot more. He's more focused on working than me. I don't judge on that I get he's busy, but now it just feels like he's doing anything to be away from me."

"Y/N-"

"Sorry, I shouldn't be rambling like this. I didn't mean to put you in the middle, you're his best friend," she says while shaking her head. "Forget I brought it up, yeah?"

Lando looks at her as she stands from the table with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "You all finished?" she asks in a soft voice.

He nods slowly. "Don't worry, I got it. You cooked, I'll clean up. You can go wash up and get comfy, yeah?" he offers, slowly standing as well. Y/N frowns.

"Oh no, it's okay. I cooked, so I should be the one to clean up too-"

"Nope, you're a guest. Let me at least clean up. It was delicious, and I insist," he says, walking up towards her. He then stops right in front of her, their eyes meeting. She doesn't miss the way his eyes flicker to her lips, biting his own.

He slowly starts taking her plate from her hands as his head gets closer to her own. "Go freshen up, I've got the clean-up, darling."

With that he slowly walks around her figure and into the kitchen. Y/N stands there for another second, maybe two. Her stomach erupting with a feeling she hadn't felt in a long time, her chest lightly heaving.

She shook her head to snap out of her daze before going to the living room to grab her stuff to change into. Y/N grabs her phone to see if there were any messages from Max at when he would be back, or if he was even on his way.

Nothing. His location being off as well.

She only frowned, feeling her chest cave slightly. Y/N sighs before setting it back down, heading towards Lando's bathroom to change and take off any makeup she had leftover from the day.

Once she is changed into a pair of comfier shorts and a top, she puts her hair back into a ponytail, keeping it from getting in the way as she washes her face and brushes her teeth.

She bends down to rinse her mouth, only to be jump scared as she stands back up to hear a knock on the door as Lando walks in.

"Everything okay?" he asks, and she nods before sighing.

"He hasn't said anything, has he? I haven't gotten any updates, and his location is off. Is he okay?" she asks softly, her tone sounding defeated.

Lando purses his lips before nodding as he comes to stand behind her. "Yeah he texted me, he said it's taking longer than usual. It'll probably be way late till he gets here."

Lando felt guilty for lying, but she didn't deserve to lose any sleep or anymore time wondering where Max was.

She softly rolls her eyes before nodding, leaning over the counter and setting both of her hands at the sides of the countertop. She chuckles dryly to herself, before shaking her head.

Lando's eyes flicked down to her white long-sleeve, taking in a small breath at realizing it was slightly see-through. He pulled his eyes away from her chest, looking back at her face that was looking down at the sink bowl.

"I shouldn't care anymore. He surely doesn't care for me," she says quietly, more so to herself. Her tongue pokes at the inside of her cheek.

"So don't."

Her eyes shot up to Lando, seeing no hesitation in his facial features. His eyes are staring into her own through the mirror, arms crossed as his jaw clenches and unclenches.

"What?"

He shrugs, slowly walking towards her. Keeping his gaze on her own in the mirror. "Stop caring about him. It's clearly eating you away. You don't deserve that," he admits, he's too far into it now. "You deserve better, Y/N."

She frowns, turning around to face him, not realizing how close he actually was to her till that moment.

Her head had to snap up to now look into his eyes, her arms instantly going behind her back to grip onto the counter, to somewhat keep her grounded.

Lando had always made her feel some sort of way. She never understood how or why, or what it meant. But each time she was around him, he somehow made her entire demeanor feel brighter. Her stomach erupting into butterflies, or how her face would flsuh when he complimented her.

It was like an itch she couldn't scratch. Mainly because she couldn't find out why.

The way he towered over her in that moment, how he was making her breathing feel unsteady at how close he was. "What do you mean by that?" she asks in a softer tone, her eyes flickering to his own lips, his eyes never faltering from staring into his own.

Lando inhales deeply. "What I mean," he starts, uncrossing his arms as he shuffled closer to her, putting his own hands on the counter on either side of her, caging her in.

Not that she was complaining, she just couldn't figure out why she didn't want to push him away.

He tilted his head, flickering his eyes down to her pouty lips before looking back at her eyes. "Is that you deserve someone who will never make you question your worth. Or question their intentions," he says lowly. "Or especially," he says as he leans closer towards her face. "Someone that can satisfy you."

She frowns. "How do you-"

"Love, I know about it all," he mutters. "How he struggles to do the slightest thing for you. Or even return the favor."

Her breathing starts to become heavier. "Lan," she breathes out.

"Am I wrong?" he asks her. "Because I thought a girl like you would like being worshipped. A girl like you would love the praise, no?" he pushes further. "A girl like you loves being told she's such a good girl. Or maybe how much she loves being told how pretty she looks when she's falling apart."

Her breath hitches as she feels one of his hands lightly brushing against the skin between her hip and torso, where her shirt had ridden up.

"Or am I wrong?" he asks slightly. "Because I remember him complaining how you always needed to be told how good you are. How much you begged to be praised."

Y/N lets out a light moan, so light that Lanod thought he might've imagined it.

"Well let me tell you, darling," he mutters quietly as he leans over towards her ear. "I think you deserve all the praise in the world. You deserve someone who will appreciate how much of a good girl you can be. I bet you look so pretty when you're falling apart, being told to lay pretty while doing such a good job," he kisses her earlobe.

"Lando."

He pulls back, looking down at her, putting his hand back on the counter.

"Am I wrong, pretty girl?" he asks softly.

"This is wrong."

He tilts his head. "Your body is telling me otherwise, love."

Y/N's breathing stutters, but she keeps her eyes on his own. "It's not right. I can't do this to Max."

Oh, sweet girl, if only you knew.

"Such a loyal girlfriend, you are," he chuckles darkly, slowly bringing his fingers to grab her chin, letting his thumb play with her bottom lip.

"But you and I both know," he says, his lips just brushing hers now. "If I were to stick my hand past those panties of yours right now, you'd soak my entire hand."

She let out a breathless gasp as he pulled away from her completely, walking out of the bathroom. He turns back to her with a small, but smug smirk. "You deserve better, Y/N. When you realize that, I'll be here waiting."

With that he leaves the bathroom and walks towards his room.

Y/N lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, biting her lip as she looks up at the ceiling. Her entire body on fire and he had barely touched her.

Yet she wanted him to. Everywhere. She wanted him to memorize every inch of her, her body buzzing.

It was buzzing in a way it never had with Max. No matter how hard she tried.

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Y/N was tossing and turning in the guest bed, unable to stop her brain from turning off for the night. She was letting out huffs every so often, before finally laying flat on her back.

Max had gotten back to Lando's not too long after her and Lando's moment in the bathroom, deciding to sleep on the couch after finding her "sleeping" in the guest room. Lando and him had a hushed conversation when he got back, which ended with Lando scoffing and saying something else before retreating to his room with a slam of his door.

The night had been quiet ever since then. Lights were out, the only thing she could hear were Max's snores in the livingroom and the ceiling fan in her room.

Her body was still buzzing, thinking about Lando. Thinking about his words.

How he left her there, her body practically begging for more of his touch. She was going crazy. It felt like her insides were screaming at her after he left her there.

Y/N then huffs to herself, closing her eyes for a split second before nodding to herself and pushing the covers off of her slightly sweaty body. Being sweaty from how turned on and sleepless she felt in that moment.

She quietly opens her door, peaking out to see the lights were all off and being able to make out Max's figure passed out with a blanket on the couch facing the cushions, snores leaving his lips.

Y/N shuts her door softly before padding down the hallway, stopping in front of the familiar door. She didn't hear any noise coming from his room, most likely meaning he could be passed out too. She stayed frozen in her spot, closing her eyes once more.

This is stupid. I am so fucking stupid. I should just turn around and take care of it myself, what am I doing?

Y/N silently debates with herself for a moment longer before finally gathering the courage and opening his door. Once she turns around from shutting his door quietly, she freezes.

"Yes?" Lando says quietly but a smug tone in his soft voice.

Y/N takes a gulp before lightly and slowly padding closer to his bed. He was laying on his side, shirt gone and most likely somewhere was on the floor, his phone brightness illuminating his face.

Lando frowns at her uneasy expression. "You okay?" he asks her once more once she is stood in front of him.

Y/N then gains all the courage she can muster, leaning down over Lando and palming his face before smashing her lips onto his own. Lando lets out a shocked grunt, making her pull away and look at him in shock.

"Fuck," she whispers out, closing her eyes. "Fuck, Lan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I should not have even come in her-"

Before she can finish her sentence, he grabs her by her neck softly and pulls her back in. Y/N sighs into the kiss, their lips moving in sync in a quick and rushed manner. Lando turns off his phone and sets it somewhere on his bed, using his hands to grab her by her thighs and pull her into his lap, which she happily obliges.

Y/N's hands find home in his hair as she pulls at it, their tongues battling and fighting against one another. She lets out a satisfied and soft moan into his mouth as he bits her bottom lip, then going back to kiss her more.

Lando's hands leave her thighs and go up to her hips, trailing slowly towards her stomach, to her chest, and gripping her breasts. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back as he begins to pinch her nipples through her thin shirt, not realizing her hips are moving on their own accord.

She hears him let out a few curses at the feeling, a couple of soft moans leaving his lips as well into her neck as he runs his tongue along her jugular.

Lando sits up, resting his back against his headboard as he attacks her neck and collarbones.

"Fucking hell, Lando," she breathes out, her hips grinding against his bulge that had begun to grow harder between her legs. One of his hands leaves her breast to grab her neck once more and pull her lips back to his own, his tongue immediately finding home in her mouth.

He then helps her take off her shirt, making him bite his lips as he can't tear his eyes away from her chest. "So fucking pretty, baby."

Y/N lets out a breathless moan as he kisses both nipples softly, showing love to each breast and sucking on them. Her head falls back once more as he attacks her breasts.

She gains the courage to pull his head back towards hers, pressing their lips together sloppily.

He lets his hands travel down to her hips, grabbing them more harshly as he presses her down into his bulge as he grinds up into her slowly. She lets out a loud moan. Lando instantly pulls away and presses a finger to her lips. "Gotta stay quiet for me, baby," he says breathlessly as he lets his hands fall back down to help her grind against him.

"You look so fucking good like this," he breathes out, watching her lips part as he says that. He smirks against her lips. "You like that?"

She nods with a small gasp leaving her lips.

"Good," he moans softly. "Because from now on, I'm going to show you just how much you deserve to be treated like the good girl you are, yeah?"

Y/N bites her lip to cover a light moan, nodding at her words. He chuckles darkly before pressing another kiss to her lips as his hands guide her hips more.

He looks down at where hips were grinding over his bulge, seeing the wet patch forming on his boxers. He could cum just from this alone. His mouth parts as he watches her slowly grind down on him.

"You must be soaking, darling."

"Have been since the bathroom. What the fuck are you doing to me?"

Lando bites his lip, bringing her close to him once more. "Making you feel how you deserve to feel, baby."

Y/N lets her head fall back, Lando's lips attacking her neck. She ran her hands through his hair as his tongue and teeth attack her, her pace quickening at how good it feels.

"Let's see what we're dealing with. hm?" he mumbles against her neck in between kisses.

One of his hands trails from her hips to the hem of her shorts, slipping past the waistband of her panties. As soon as his fingers come into contact with her slit, her hips stutter and pause for a moment. Her head falls onto his neck as he hums and chuckles darkly.

"You are so fucking wet darling. Might be soaking my briefs," he tuts, his fingers rubbing the wetness back and forth before rubbing figure eights on her clit.

"Oh fuck, Lando. Fuck don't stop that," she mutters into his neck, her lips soon kissing his own neck as he attacks her clit with his hand.

"Yeah? Does my girl like how I'm making her feel?"

Her hips stutter when he calls her his girl, a breathless moan leaving her lips after. "Oh you like that one too? You like being called that? You like being my girl behind the scene huh?"

She bit her lip, groaning with a nod as she pulls away from his neck and looking at him. He's got a smug look on his face, biting his lip as he pinches her clit. She lets out a squeak. "Good. Because only I will get to touch and see you this way now. Max lost his chance, yeah? My girl now," he groans, making her moan as she presses her lips to his once more.

"Being seen in public with him, all while it's me you're really falling apart with behind the scenes," he mumbles against her mouth. "You want that, huh? You wanna trust me with that?"

She nods, her teeth biting his lip. "I trust you Lan," she breathes into his mouth. "Only gonna let you see me like this from now on. Oly you make me feel like this."

Lando hums before he stills her hips, making her eyes widen. "I've been waiting to hear those words leave your pretty lips for months," he mumbles against her lips as he flips her over onto her back.

"He can have the title of your boyfriend to the public," he says while pushing down her shorts and panties in one go. "But in private, he will never get to see you like this. He won't get to fuck you again. See you this pretty. You're mine now," he says before tearing his own briefs off.

"You look so fucking pretty for me like this," he groans out softly, her eyes looking up at him innocently. He could see the fire behind those eyes, though. "Such a good girl for me."

Y/N closes her eyes at that, biting her bottom lip. Lando takes his thumb and pulls it from her teeth, making her eyes open and look up at him.

"Only I get to bite that lip. If I see you biting it anymore, don't think I won't show you why you should listen to me," he tempts her, making her eyes light up at what that could mean.

"You ready, love?" he asks, making her nod.

"I'm yours, Lando. Please," she begs, watching him smirk before he guides himself through her walls.

Lando almost fully collapses onto her, having to use his arms to hold himself up, caging her between them as they both let out breathless gasps at the feeling. He slowly lowers his head into her collarbone, having to softly bite at the skin there as he bottoms out.

Especially after he feels her nails running through his hair, scratching down his back as he slowly pulls in and out of her.

"Fuuuuucking shit," she groans out lightly into his ear as he speeds up.

Lando moans into her neck as he begins to thrust in and out of her quicker, trying to keep himself as quiet as he can with his best mate in the living room.

"You feel too fucking good, Y/N, fuck," he groans into her neck. "I won't ever be able to hold back from doing this again," he mutters, his hips stuttering as she clenches around him with a moan. "Such a good fucking girl. My good fucking girl is taking me so well," he praises her.

Y/N grabs his head and pulls his lips onto hers, moaning into his mouth as they kiss sloppily. His moans fall into her mouth as well.

His thrusts were rapid now, neither caring at the pace as they were both on cloud nine, Lando's hands coming towards her thighs that were wrapped around his hips.

He breaks their kiss and straightens up, taking her thighs and pushing them to either side of her to hit a certain angle inside of her. Throwing his head back as she clenches around him every so often. "You keep clenching me like that, I'm gonna make this a lot shorter than we both want," he breathes out, his eyes seeing her hands spread to the sides of her head as she grips onto the pillow behind her.

"We can go again, then because there's no stopping after this."

Lando throws his head back at her words. She truly was made for him, not Max.

Lando was the one making her fall apart like this, not Max.

Lando would make sure that he was the only one who ever got to see her, feel her, like this again. He'd make sure of it. Max can date her all he wants, but Y/N and Lando both know who she will stumble to when she needs a release. When she wants to feel worthy.

He'd make sure of it. He'd promise her that.

Lando could sense her getting fairly close, not as close as he was, as he was trying his best to hold off. One of his hands began trailing in between her thighs and towards her clit.

Y/N's stomach stutters at the feeling of his fingers pinching and softly rubbing circles, the feeling in her stomach ready to snap. "Fucking shit, Lando I'm about to-" she's cut off by a breathless moan as she begins to finally feel that ecstasy she only ever felt when she was alone.

Lando groaned as his own thrusts became sloppy, watching her thighs shake and her pussy clench around him. "Where, baby? Where can I cum on you?" he breathes out.

She's too fucked out to answer, pointing at her chest, making Lando moan at that, pulling out and finishing on her breasts. He bit his lip as he came down from his high, Y/N's eyes still closed as her chest heaved.

He reaches for his phone, sliding it to the camera and taking a photo. The flash made her eyes open. He looks at her with a look. "You just looked so pretty like this," he mutters, his free hand rubbing softly at her thigh.

Y/n doesn't say another word, only trailing her hands up to her breasts and pushing them up for extra emphasis. Lando's eyes darken as her eyes stay focused on his. "Take it."

He doesn't hesitate to take the photo.

They were in fucking trouble. Yet, neither hated what was beginning to brew.

He knows that Max owes him for what he is doing, but this is the only thing Lando needed in favor.

And he was destined to make her his, regardless of how messy it may become.

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you like to say that you're right | logan howlett

↳ summary: you’re bored when you and logan are about to be on the way home. so, you decide to have a little fun… but the consequences might be worse than you imagined

word count: 4.2k

song: #icanteven | the neighbourhood

pairings: old man!logan x fem!reader

content warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), smut, porn light plot, unprotected p in v (practice safe sex everyone!), established relationship, fingering, mean!logan, bratty reader, orgasm denial, rough sex, a little bondage, spanking (a couple times), predator/prey dynamics if you squint (listen….), possessive!logan, lots of marks and bruises, reader has a serious degradation kink, hair pulling, reader flirts with someone else to piss off logan (plays into their established dynamic), hints of misogyny (not from logan), aftercare, no use of y/n, pet names for reader - baby, sweetheart, whore, brat; consent is key here y’all (lmk if i missed anything!)

↳ a/n: okay so this wasn't supposed to be what i wrote next but i remembered a dream i had like a month ago at this point that started JUST like this does and i couldn't not deliver... so have some insight into the way my feral subconscious mind works lmao

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Logan knows how much you love to push his buttons. But even for you, this is a new level of crazy.

His grip on the steering wheel leaves his knuckles white as he watches you go. Across the parking lot, through the building of some random store. He’s pretty sure he can see some bullshit comic on display in the window.

When he catches you, you are in for it.

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Five minutes.

That's how long you have before Logan follows you into the shop and rains down hell upon you.

Your heart has been pounding nonstop since you leaned over to him from the passenger seat of the limo, your eyes flickering past him to the couple on the curb. The girl was trying- and failing- to flirt with him, and even from that distance it was clear he was uninterested.

“You know,” You began. “That girl really can’t take a hint. It’s a little embarrassing.”

His eyes flickered over to you for a moment, narrowing at your tone of voice. “What are you doin’?”

“Nothing.” You said innocently. “I’m just saying, someone ought to go over there and show her how it’s done.”

“She’ll figure it out eventually.” He said dismissively, not buying into whatever scheme you’re trying to plan.

You hummed, leaning in a little further. “Guess it shouldn’t be me though, huh? Since apparently I can’t fucking get any other guys but you.”

Your words were an echo of his own a few days prior, one of the things he’d said when he was balls deep in you. You’d loved it, of course you did. You got off on him being mean to you, because you knew he never meant a word of it. And he told you as much at the end of every night, soft words and gentle kisses lulling you to sleep, wrapped in the safety of his strong arms and sworn promises.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t use this to have a little fun.

So that’s exactly what you’d planned. His gaze had landed on you again, eyes narrowing further, his tone shifting to more of a warning. “Watch it.”

You’d only gone to this plaza to pick up some medicine for Charles- done. But you didn’t need to be back across the border for a while. So it wouldn’t hurt to, say, go into the bookstore across the street and have a look around.

“I bet I can pull any guy in there.” You said, pointing at the bookstore that rests across the parking lot outside your window.

“Is that so?” He was taking the bait- he couldn’t help it. He always did.

“Mhm. Give me five minutes, and I’ll have one of those poor boys wrapped around my finger.” You giggled. Giggled, as if your boyfriend wasn’t glaring daggers through you.

It was his turn to lean in, whispering in your ear. “If you go in there, sweetheart, I’m gonna make sure you can’t stand for the next week. You got that?”

His threat sent a pang of heat to your core. Sure, maybe this was stupid, because even if you did pull a guy, that would only piss him off more, but that’s why you liked it.

You gave him a coy smile before leaning over to open your door. “Five minutes.” Come and get me.

From the moment you got out of the car, you knew you'd fucked up- because he let you. You could feel his stare burning into you as you closed the door behind you, your heart beating so loud you were certain he'd be able to hear it the entire way through the parking lot.

Your steps were quick, hurried- not panicked, but there was a sense of urgency to your movements. The whole time you were walking through the parking lot, you wondered if this was a mistake, if you should just turn back now, fall to your knees and beg for his forgiveness before this went too far.

But it's too late now. You've already slipped through the door of the small establishment, sealing your fate with the ding of the bell and a click behind you.

The woman behind the counter looks up at you with a polite smile. "Welcome in! Is there anything I can help you find today?"

You return the smile with a slight shake of your head. "No, thank you. I'm just browsing."

She nods. "Let me know if you need any assistance."

You glance around the room, finding what you were looking for- a set of wooden steps, leading down to a basement. You head down slowly, finding the room below filled with comic books, action figures, and all sorts of trinkets.

Truthfully, you'd like to stay and look. But you're not here for that.

Pretty quickly, you spot a guy eyeing up the comic book section, as if he's searching for something in particular. You try the classic trick of wandering around the room appearing confused, wondering if he'll take the bait.

And, of course, he does. For a moment you almost feel bad that you're about to lead him on (and maybe bring down the wrath of your surely very angry boyfriend), but then he opens his mouth and all your regrets fly right out the window.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He says as he sidles up next to you. "Oh, you must be looking for a gift for someone, right?"

Yeah. Right. You internally roll your eyes, turning to face him with a wide smile.

"Actually, I was kind of hoping to start reading some comics myself." You admit, pretending to sound a little ashamed about it. "But I don't really know where to start." Your eyes light up, and before he can get out some sort of misogynistic remark, you continue. "You look like you know a lot about this stuff! Do you think you could help me?" You bite your lip in a nervous sort of way and bat your eyelashes at him.

Although he hides it, you can see him short-circuit for a moment, probably not used to so much attention from a pretty girl. I wonder why. But he comes back to his senses. "Of course I can. I'd be happy to help." He begins heading toward a set of shelves, and you follow him. "So many women get lost in this sort of stuff these days. They have no idea where to start, and just end up getting confused. I wouldn't want that to happen to you."

If Logan wasn't t-3 minutes away from storming down the stairwell, you'd punch this guy in the face.

Instead you smile at him like he's the smartest guy in the world. "Yeah, me neither. I was really worried I wouldn't be able to figure out what I wanted." You say with a giggle. "I mean, there's so many of them." You add, gesturing to the long shelves filled with comic books.

Honestly, you don’t even remember what the guy says next, or what you say back. You’re too busy thinking about Logan- he’s the real reason why you’re here, after all.

You know Logan is on his way. He has to be. And knowing that means knowing your punishment is imminent.

It's exhilarating, it's terrifying- but in a good way, in the best way. The hunt, the chase, the lying in wait for him to catch you- it’s one of the most incredible feelings in the world. And you know he loves it too.

The guy off-handedly and quite awkwardly mentions how he goes to a local store nearby for fan meetups, and you enthusiastically tell him you’d love to go with him someday. Blech.

Ding.

Even from down here, you pick up on it. You don't need anything else to know that it's him.

You swallow nervously, trying to keep your heart from jumping out of your throat. This was absolutely a mistake, the kind that was going to leave you begging for mercy the moment you two got home.

...but in for a penny, in for a pound, right?

He's already at the top of the stairwell when you reach out and put your hand on the other man's arm, laughing at whatever joke he'd just made- you hadn't even heard him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

Logan is down the stairs in seconds, a hand wrapping around your arm in an iron grip as he pulls you away from the guy. The guy takes a step back- it doesn’t take a genius to see the fury in Logan’s eyes as he leans down to mutter to you. "Come on. We're leaving."

You pout up at him, tugging lightly against his grip. “But I wanna stay and look at the comic books, baby.” An idea comes to mind, and you can’t suppress your grin. “Plus, I think some of them might have you in them!”

The guy is long gone now, and Logan is not amused by your attempt at a joke, his voice dropping to a tone you know even at your worst moments not to mess with. "Unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here like the brat you are, move. Now."

Yeah. Okay. You nod, squeaking out an “Mhm!” before he starts pulling you away.

As he drags you up the stairwell, you regain some of your composure and lean towards his ear to whisper. "Relax, baby. We wouldn't want to make a scene."

You're playing with fire and you know it- but he relents, his grip on your arm loosening, his hand instead reaching down to lace with your own, a hold that's just firm enough to remind you of who's in charge here. "Walk." He mutters under his breath, his voice a low, rough tone that sends a chill down your spine.

And so you do, waving a cheerful goodbye at the woman behind the counter and trying to pretend like you're not beading with sweat and dripping with arousal. Logan keeps his hand tightly laced with yours as you walk into the parking lot, opening the car door and giving you a gentle push into the passenger seat before slamming the door on you.

You get a single moment of peace before he comes around to the drivers side, getting in and starting up the car. You put on your seatbelt, knowing you've pushed your luck too far now to disobey him any further.

You open your mouth to speak, to try to diffuse the situation, but the look in his eyes as he drives silences you.

He shakes his head, muttering under his breath. "Had to go and piss me off, didn't you sweetheart?"

"It's not like I actually wanted him." You lean back in your seat, unable to foresee the consequences of your words until it's too late. "He was a misogynistic asshole. I should've punched him in the face." You grumble the last part under your breath, more for yourself than for Logan- but of course, he hears it anyway.

Slowly, he turns, his eyes landing on you.

"But you didn't, did you?"

You swallow, unable to get past the dryness in your throat and attempt to poorly defend yourself before he keeps going.

"No. You made him feel like he was somethin' special, actin' like you'd ever be with anyone but me." He shakes his head again, a chuckle escaping him. "Seems like I need to teach you a lesson."

Before you know it, you're home, the glowing light of sunset coming through the windows. Your pleas die on your lips as he comes to your side of the car, opening the door and dragging you outside and up the sidewalk.

"You know I didn't mean it, Lo-" You whine.

"Stop fuckin' talking." He grabs your jaw, holding it in place, squeezing your cheeks in a little too tightly- but you like it. "Just 'cause you didn't mean it doesn't mean you don't get in trouble, baby. That's not how it works."

Wordlessly, you nod. As best you can, anyway, given his death grip on your chin.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Get inside." He releases you with a rough shove, and you fumble for your keys when you get to the door, some part of your subconscious trying to delay the inevitable- no, trying to draw it out, because you love this feeling.

He follows you in, and he doesn't even have to tell you to head to the bedroom- he just gives a pointed nod towards the hallway, and you obey.

He corners you immediately, his large frame boxing you in against the wall. "You've been a bad, bad girl, sweetheart." One of his hands grips your waist.

"I didn't mean it-" You protest, but your words quickly turn to a sharp whine as he grabs a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back.

"What did I say?" His tone drops lower, a raspy sound that makes heat pool in your gut.

Instead of continuing to argue, you just nod, another gasp escaping you when he tightens his grip and pulls a little harder.

He leans in, his breath fanning across your neck, his teeth scraping your pulse point in the teasing way he knows to be your weakness. His mouth comes up beside your ear, a soft murmur that's by far the gentlest thing you're going to hear until he's done with you. "You remember your safe word, baby?"

You nod, whispering it back to him in confirmation.

"Atta girl." He says approvingly, pulling away and returning his mouth to your throat. His grip on your hair keeps your head back, exposing your neck perfectly to him. He nips and sucks at the skin, leaving marks that won't go away for days- claiming you.

He pulls back for a moment to admire his handiwork. You lean in to kiss him, but a tug at your hair pulls you back, stopping you. "You think you deserve that?”

A frown comes to rest on your face, but you shake your head.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He loosens his grip just a little. “You don’t get my fuckin’ mouth unless I’m puttin’ these on you, you understand?” He leans back in, pausing to murmur against your throat, “Lettin’ everybody know who you belong to.”

You nod in agreement- not like you have much of a choice- and he seems satisfied, nipping at your neck again. When he’s finished- Jesus Christ, you won’t be able to go out for days- he steps away, shrugging his blazer off of his shoulders and draping it atop the dresser.

His eyes are on you, a menacing stare that had you swallowing nervously before he’s even opened his mouth. “Strip.”

You don't hesitate to do as he says. You don't take your time, you don't give him a show- not tonight. You're smart enough not to fuck around now. Your clothes come off quickly- your shirt pulled over your head and tossed to the side, your bra unclasped and landing near the door, your pants and underwear pulled down in one swift motion and left pooled at your feet.

Logan wastes no time, wrapping his arms around your waste and picking you up with ease. He lays you down on the bed, mouth trailing down your body at a tantalizingly slow pace, leaving hickeys at every turn- you don’t even want to think about what you’ll look like tomorrow morning.

Finally, he reaches your thighs, and you inhale sharply as he leaves marks there too. Those always sting the most. Usually, he’d soothe the pain by moving his tongue to your clit, but his mouth strays nowhere near it today.

Instead he leans back, one of his hands trailing down your chest, the other holding you in place. His fingers move down past your clit, immediately heading to the wetness glistening between your folds. He swipes a finger through it, humming approvingly before he slowly works a finger inside you.

No matter how many times he’s filled you up this way, you’re always in awe of how even just one of his fingers can go so deep, please you so well. Your head is thrown back in bliss, and it isn’t long before a second one of his fingers joins the first.

He crooks his fingers up inside you, grinning when he hits that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. "There we go, that's the spot." You want to thank him, to verbally affirm his claims- but the moans leaving your lips will hopefully be enough to assure him that yes, that is the spot, and oh god please don’t stop.

It’s good, but not enough- and he knows it. He doesn’t touch your clit, doesn’t give you that final push over the edge. Instead he pulls his fingers out, placing them in your mouth. He doesn’t even want to taste you tonight. Obediently, you suck them clean, and he hums in satisfaction as he steps away, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart." You do as you're told, a shudder going through you at the sound of his belt unbuckling. He roughly grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back and securing them together with his belt. Moments later, you feel the tip of his cock press against your dripping folds.

You whine, instinctively trying to push back against him. One of his hands goes to your hair, grabbing it and holding you in place, while the other brings down a harsh smack against your ass. "Stay fuckin' put."

Another whine leaves your lips, but you bite your lip and stay still even as he smacks your ass again. "Say it." He growls, not taking your silence as an answer.

You nod furiously. “I’ll be good.” You say through shaky breaths.

“Good.” His hands move down to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh so tightly you're sure you'll be covered in bruises the next morning.

He pushes into you slowly, stretching you out in a way that burns just how you like it. He gives you a moment to adjust- only a moment- before he pulls all the way out and slams back into you.

The pace he sets is nothing short of brutal, and he’s pretty quickly reduced you to a shaking mess. Still, as always, it’s not enough. You need more, you need him, you need-

"Lo-" You gasp, barely able to get out his name.

"Hm?" He seems entirely unbothered, his tone barely changed, as if he’s not currently fucking you senseless.

"I need-”

"What's that, baby?" He hums, thrusting harder. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

You can only respond with a broken moan, your words dying on your lips.

"Guess you must not want it that bad then." You can hear that cocky fucking smirk on his face, can practically see it when you close your eyes.

"Need to cum." You whine, your words slurred and almost incomprehensible.

"Oh, you think I'm gonna let you cum, sweetheart?" He scoffs, the condescension in his tone going straight to the pulse in your core. "After the shit you pulled, you think you earned that?"

“Please-” You beg. “Please, Lo, please, I’m sorry, please let me cum, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, just let me cum, please, I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t mean it-” You’ve lost track of what you’re even saying at this point, desperately racking your brain for anything you could say to convince him to let you cum, to move his fingers down to your clit and rub it in those sweet little circles that will have you coming undone in moments. “Lo, baby- Logan, please, I need to cum, please-” Your words die down into nothing but desperation, a few words barely able to be made out amongst the rest of your nonsense.

Surely, he must let you cum now. You’ve (metaphorically) groveled for him, that’s always worked before.

But his hands stay right where they are.

It's a little embarrassing, but you never could cum without pressure on your clit. Logan is the only man you've ever met who hasn't judged you for it, hasn't let it be a blow to his self-esteem- though you're sure in the back of his mind he's made it a personal challenge to do it anyway. Today, it seems he's taking up that challenge- or he's just really, really fucking pissed off. It’s something of a weakness. On occasion, he’s used it against you, but never like this.

It's a lose-lose. Either you cum from his dick alone, and his ego shoots through the roof because you proved him right- or you don't get to cum at all, and he's satisfied that you've learned your lesson.

He's got you backed into a corner, right where he wants you. The corner, in this instance, being the bedsheets your face is now being squished into, your shaky knees threatening to give out as he continues to pound into you relentlessly, one of his hands still grabbing your hips as his other keeps your head firmly against the pillow.

It’s too much but also not enough, overwhelming you beyond comprehension yet you somehow still want more.

And Jesus fucking Christ, you think you might actually cum.

You try to tell him, to warn him, in case he truly doesn’t want to let you, but you can’t form words, let alone sentences. Instead all that comes out are increasingly high-pitched whines and gasps as your knees buckle and he hits spots so deep inside of you, you think you might pass out.

Finally, you manage his name again. “Logan-” You want to tell him, but instead you just keep going, his name falling from your lips like a mantra, a prayer. “Loganloganloganloganlogan-”

“You gonna cum for me, huh?” His thrusts become harsher, somehow impossibly deeper, reducing your prayers to nothing but babbled moans again. You don’t answer him- you can’t, how could you, with the way he’s hammering his cock into you right now?

“Words, baby.” He says sternly, but you both know you’re too far gone. Instead you just nod, pressing your face into the pillow in an attempt to muffle your cries. He grabs your hair, pulling your head up. “Go on. Wanna hear you cum for me. Cum all over my fuckin’ cock, you know you want to. Let everyone know who you fuckin’ belong to, who owns this pussy.”

You don’t think about the consequences this might have for his ego, or the way you’re not going to be able to walk for days, or the fact that maybe your neighbors might actually hear when you scream his name.

“God, you’re such a whore.” He mocks. “Pathetic.”

You aren’t even ashamed when his dirty words are the thing to push you over the edge.

You just let go.

His name rings in your ears as you scream, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train, hard and fast. You can barely hear his grunts through the cloud of ecstasy you’re floating on, “There we go. Knew you could do it, knew you had it in you- fuck, sweetheart-” He growls, and moments later you feel him twitching inside of you as his own bliss hits, causing your orgasm to just keep fucking going.

Eventually, when both of you are done shaking, Logan pulls out of you. He flips you onto your back, his once mean grip now gentle as he wraps his body around yours as you try to breathe. Soft kisses pepper your forehead, your face, your lips, your neck- anywhere and everywhere he can reach, his beard tickling your skin. His hold is firm, grounding, and he murmurs in your ear. "You did so good, sweetheart. Always so good for me." You whine when his hand brushes against one of the hickeys on your thigh. "Shit, sorry." He pulls back, littering your face with more apologies. "Was it too much?"

You're quick to shake your head. "No." A small smile forms on your face. "But I might not be able to walk anytime soon."

He grins back at you. "Told ya."

You nuzzle your face against his chest, breathing him in. He smells like smoke- he always does, but that smell has become comforting to you. The two of you stay like that for a while before he begins to pull away.

"C'mere. Let's get you cleaned up." He grunts, standing up and taking you with him. He sets you down in the bathtub, turning on the water.

"I'm gonna get some water and food for you. What do you want?" The mention of dinner has your stomach growling- but the thought of him leaving upsets you. Not now, not yet. You reach out a hand, grabbing him by the wrist. He looks down at you, quirking an eyebrow. “You want me to stay?"

You can only nod, and he kneels down beside the bathtub. “Alright. I’ll stay.” Your grip on his wrist loosens, and he brings your hand up to his lips to press a soft kiss against your skin. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

True to his word, he stayed by your side for the rest of the night. Bathing you, drying you, carrying you to the bedroom to get dressed, setting you down outside the bathtub while he showered, then back to the bedroom to put his own clothes on. He ordered dinner, even keeping you with him when he grabbed it from the porch. He didn’t leave you alone, not once, and before you knew it you were drifting off to sleep, still nestled in his arms.

tags: @flowersforbucky @thinkinonsense @gewrgia-black @wlwloverwrites @logansbaby @buckybarneswife125 @sweetverine @dilfverines @wchswift @namikyento @lokirogersgirl @nymphoniah @logansdoe @robo-writing @themareverine @atleastpleasetelephone @r0ttedcherubim @logaenhowlett @th3mrskory @pidgeypidge-pidge

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[sanshinesante]

#𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍| 𝐉𝐉𝐊

He didn’t even cross my mind

The playlist series

Paring- one nightstand!Jungkook X one nightstand!reader

Warnings: cheating, unprotected sex, breeding, marking, pussy eating, pussy slapping, cum eating, fingering, overstimulation, somonphila?,

WC: 592

A/N; this one is short:) can y'all believe this man is 27 years old?

Now Playing #Icanteven - the neighborhood

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“I could fuck you forever baby girl” jungkooks head is deep in the curve of your neck. His hard cock pressing up against the lewd walls of your cum filled cunt.

Your phone with 6 missed calls from your boyfriend, forgotten on the Jungkook’s coffee table.

Your hand aches from the grip you have on his back. Marking your nails into his pale skin.

Jungkook pulls out of your cunt. Placing paperweight kisses down your neck then on the valley of your breast, your stomach until he lands in front of your pussy.

He looks at the sight smiling. He licks a long stripe collecting the fallen cum off your lips. You moan tired, you've been at it for hours. Your mind is heavy, body satisfied. The only thing you need is a trip to dreamland.

For at least a minute or two. Jungkook licks you again waking you up. You flinch. Moving your head. “Don’t if so bad anymore huh?” he says. Warping his arms around your thighs.

You can't hear him, you just hear ringing in your ears. Are you even alive? You don't know, you feel numb like you are lying on a cloud.

Your eyes shut, and you feel soft vibrations through your body. The darkness behind your eyes is comforting, relaxing. You feel Jungkook’s passion against you.

Jungkook rubs his nose into you, licking you clean. He’s face deep in your pussy. His tongue brushes up every edge of you. He could die between your legs. Crazy how you two met 3 hours ago. He can't believe it.

Jungkook looks up at you. Your body is stiff but you continue making little noises for him. You are nearly asleep. Jungkook slaps your wet cunt, you flinch. “Cum for me one more time baby, please?”

“Huh?” falls out your lips, you're so delirious. Jungkook chuckles, he fingers you. Fucking his cum into you. He licks you sucking and fingering your simulated clit.

“ you didn't answer my questions baby?” you slumped your head to the other side.

“What…did…you…say?” Jungkook repays his question. “You don’t feel bad for cheating on your man anymore?” You shake your head. Your eyes shut completely.

“ you need to speak, I’m head deep in this cunt of yours baby” You open your eyes.

You look down seeing Jungkook, your eyes are tired and heavy. Is he still going? Four nuts inside you weren’t enough for him. He just had to eat you out too? You think.

You drop your head back on the couch. How did you even get on the couch? You were in his bed? Jungkook takes you out of your train of thought. With his fingers moving faster. He adds another, licking you faster. Your body tensing.

“Fuck” you can’t move, you too tired. “No I don’t feel bad, he didn’t even pass my mind” You touch Jungkook’s head. Softly scratching his head.

Your cunt is pulsing faster by the second. Your body is on fire. As if you ran for 7 miles without stopping. Jungkook’s fingers move faster, his tongue slips into your hole. You flinch, the muscle brushing against you. You moan.

“Jungkook, I’m going to” You can barely speak. You cum on his face. Your body shaking. Heart racing you can’t take it anymore. You crying from exhaustion.

Jungkook licks your fluids off his lips and upper lip. He stands up, carrying you to bed. “I’m so glad baby, he I can't even-” You don’t get to hear the last of his sentence. You knocked out.

[dearstvckyx]

Did I even cross your mind? - JH86

After Jack cheats on the reader during a trip to LA, she finds out through social media and confronts him when he returns. His cold response breaks her, and she leaves him. Quinn comforts her, and she reveals she’s moving to Copenhagen for a fresh start. He promises the Hughes family will always be there for her. - The Neighbourhood , #icanteven

Jack Hughes x Reader (ft. Quinn Hughes , mentions of Ellen And Luke Hughes)

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, yelling, emotional distress, heartbreak

The Neighbourhood Lyrics Masterlist - ⌂

You’d always hated being apart on special nights like this—birthdays, holidays, or even just one of those late autumn evenings when the air turned crisp and you’d curl up on the couch, waiting for him to come home with takeout and cold hands.

Tonight was Trevor’s birthday. Jack had flown out to California to celebrate with the guys. You didn’t go—not because you weren’t invited, but because someone had to watch the dog and handle the repairs on the lake house while the plumber came by.

He’d kissed you on the forehead before he left and promised to FaceTime before bed.

You never got that call.

Instead, you got Twitter.

Stan Twitter was eating it up—blurry iPhone videos of Jack with some girl. Too close. Her hand on his chest. Him smiling at her like he used to smile at you. A grainy photo of them disappearing into a dark hallway in the back of the bar.

Your fingers shook scrolling through the endless reposts, tags, and shocked replies. Your heart didn’t even race. It just… stopped.

⸻

Jack got back three days later.

He came through the door with sunglasses on and a duffle over his shoulder like nothing happened. Like he didn’t blow up your entire fucking life.

You didn’t say anything when he walked in. You just waited until he looked at you.

He froze.

“Hey, baby,” he said, soft. Like he could rewind time. Like his voice alone could patch what he’d torn.

You didn’t even blink. “How was LA?”

He shrugged. “It was good. Long. I missed you.”

You laughed, bitter. Sharp.

“You missed me?” You held up your phone. The screen still had one of the videos open. Jack and that girl, her fingers in his hair. “Was it before or after this?”

Jack’s mouth parted. His sunglasses came off. He didn’t try to lie. That’s what broke you even more.

“Y/N…” he started.

“Who is she?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He stayed silent.

“Answer me!”

“I don’t know, alright?” he snapped. “Some girl. At the bar. We were drinking and—it just happened.”

Tears burned hot in your eyes. “Seven years, Jack. Seven fucking years and ‘it just happened’? That’s all I get?”

He stepped closer. “I was drunk. It didn’t mean anything.”

“It meant something to me!” you screamed. “I was here, at the lake house—our house—fixing the fucking plumbing while you were out screwing some stranger in the back of a club!”

His jaw clenched. “I said I was sorry.”

“No, you didn’t.” Your voice cracked. “You haven’t even tried. Did I even cross your mind? At all?”

Jack hesitated. Too long.

And then—God, he said it.

“Not in that moment.”

You felt like you’d been hit.

Silence swallowed the room. The kind of silence that drowns.

You didn’t cry. Not yet.

You grabbed your bag. You’d packed before he got home—just in case. The second you had confirmation, you were gone.

Jack tried to stop you.

“Y/N, wait, please—”

“Don’t.”

He tried again, voice cracking. “Don’t walk away.”

“You did first.”

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It was Quinn who found you on the dock.

You didn’t mean to come here, but your hands drove you to the place that still felt like home—even if Jack didn’t anymore.

He sat beside you on the cold wood in silence.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said finally, his voice heavy with guilt he didn’t deserve. “I didn’t know. If I had, I’d—”

“It’s not your fault,” you murmured.

He looked away, jaw tight. “You didn’t deserve that. You never did.”

You stared out at the water. The sky was dark. Quiet. Kind.

“I’m moving,” you said.

Quinn blinked. “What?”

“I got an offer to work in Copenhagen. I wasn’t going to take it, but… now I am.”

He was quiet for a beat too long. Then he nodded.

“Denmark’s lucky to have you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, looking over at Quinn, someone’s who’s become an older brother to you… someone you hoped would’ve one day been your brother in law. “I’m scared Q. I’ve never been on my own”

Quinn pulled you into a hug. “You’re brave. And you’re not alone. Me, Mom, Luke—we’ll still be here. For you.”

You broke then, in his arms, sobbing into his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything else. He didn’t have to.

He just held you like family.

Because sometimes, family isn’t the one who breaks you.

It’s the one who stays when you’re shattered.

[xoxomilesteller]

#icanteven

fwb!reader x cj braxton | MDNI

cw: mentions of underage drinking, addiction, cheating (again..), angry/rough sex (protected), cursing

wc: 1.9k

fic & title were both inspired by #icanteven by the neighborhood!

you and cj met at alcoholics anonymous, both underage heavy drinkers. but the thing about addicts, is that usually, when they give up one addiction, they fall into another.

for you and cj, it happens to be sex.

you both decided it should be best to not start a relationship, well really, you suggested it and cj was a bit.. hurt, he wanted something serious, but you didn’t. you know how you are, you don’t like commitment and weren’t willing to test if you’re ready for a relationship on cj, because you didn’t want to lose him. being friends with benefits with someone is more freeing, you’re allowed to do whatever you want to do. and even when cj started talking to jen, you guys still remained friends.

you felt some jealousy towards jen, but you just felt that maybe it’s because she was starting to spend more time with cj. instead of you and cj, it was jen and cj, especially at the stand.

but what cj failed to mention, was that he was actually dating jen. he didn’t know why, but he just didn’t want to tell you.

you guys had fallen into that spiral, you told cj that you wanted a drink, not that you actually had one recently and broke your sobriety.

which is why when joey told you, “cj is such a good boyfriend to jen,” your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets. you didn’t know what you felt entirely, but mainly, betrayed. and already, you’re at a party that a male friend, tyler, invited you to. where there’s drinks.

cj had invited you too, but you declined because of the drinks. you don’t even know why you said yes to tyler. you don’t know a lot of things.

you start searching around for tyler, wanting to let him know that you’re leaving.

you don’t understand why you’re overreacting, why you’re even contemplating a drink over someone you’re not even romantically involved with because you chose not to.

it’s just betrayal.

you have a graveyard shift with jen at the stand tomorrow, so maybe she’ll say something about it.

so once you find tyler, you pull him in for a make out session in front of many people.

is it immature? yes.

but is it better than drinking? absolutely.

and tyler doesn’t back away either, because he has a crush on you, which you know about.

making out has always seemed to solve your problems, besides drinking. if you felt a wave of overwhelming emotions, you’d just call cj if he wasn’t already there and stick your tongue down his throat.

but it’s not the same with tyler. his mouth tastes like alcohol, which isn’t good. he’s moving his mouth slowly against yours, instead of cj’s usual quicker and steamier style.

cj is mid walking with jen when he stops in his tracks at the sight of you kissing another man. 

he’s jealous. and pissed.

“tyler,” jen smiles, “he’s a nice guy,” she tells cj.

“mhm,” is all cj can get out, the feeling of his stomach churning at the sight, “let’s go”

the graveyard shift is when the stand gets a lot of calls. you get there first, setting up your station and you see cj walk in.

“isn’t supposed to be me and jen today?” you ask

“i’m covering for her,” is all he says. 

he actually asked jen if he could cover her shift because he wanted to talk to you, but just at the sight of you, his blood is boiling.

it’s quiet at the stand. really quiet. both you and cj have things to need to say to each other, but neither one of you are willing to say it out loud. thankfully, it’s only you two, because anyone else would feel extremely uncomfortable at the tension between you two.

you decided to break the silence, “you and jen are dating,” it’s not a question, but a statement

cj sips his coffee, “not my girl”

you scoff, “that’s not what joey said”

“i wasn’t the one with my tongue down someone else’s throat,” he places his cup of coffee down on the desk rather harshly. 

“right,” you nod, “you have a girlfriend”

cj licks his lips, “she’s not my girlfriend, you’re not my girlfriend”

“so why are you pissed about me kissing someone else?”

he huffs, “do you think i’m overreacting?”

you widen your eyes, “yes”

he throws his head back on the chair, “you can’t even say that”

“what?” you sigh, face scrunching up in confusion

he stands up from his chair, “you told me I wasn’t like anyone else”

it is the truth.

you also stand up, crossing your arms, “i say whatever comes to mind when you’re inside of me, can you blame me?”

cj is slightly taken aback by that comment but he dryly chuckles, “you can’t ever admit when you’re wrong, can you?”

your mouth twitches, “i didn’t say either of us were right or wrong”

he groans in disbelief, “you always gotta be right, don’t you?” he takes a few steps closer to you, “but you treat me like every one else you’ve fucking met”

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

cj is now chest to chest with you, “that you made me think i was special, guess i’m not”

you raise your hand up, palm to his face, “you say a lot of things you don’t mean when we have sex too, don’t even start with me”

he roughly exhales, nostrils flaring, “i don’t mean them?”

“friends-“

“with benefits, right? that’s all we are? ‘cause friends with benefits get jealous when they see their girl kissing another man?”

you open your mouth to state his contradiction, but he continues, “‘cause friends with benefits tell each other how much they mean to each other in one of the most vulnerable moments a human can go through?”

“shut up,” you clench your jaw

“you cheated on me,” he says through gritted teeth, “do you even feel bad at all?”

“we’re not dating”

“It sure doesn’t feel that way”

“if that’s your argument, you cheated on me first,” you point your finger at his chest

“we’re on the same page then? we cheated on each other?”

“n-“

cj cuts you off, placing his mouth on yours and shoving you onto a desk. your legs hook around his waist, hands going under his shirt. his hands are everywhere. sliding up your back, tugging on your hair to pull you closer. you bite on his bottom lip, a broken sound erupting from his throat. he pushes you down on the desk, your head bumping a keyboard.

“ouch cj,” you hiss

he slips his hand under your sweatpants, toying with the waistband of your panties, “did i cross your mind at all?”

cj is pissed. so are you. he has no right to be mad. but this is fun, so you provoke him.

“no, you didn’t,” you lie

he slides another hand up to your throat, not putting any pressure at all, just simply holding you still, “you’re a fucked up person,” he whispers

“we met at a place for fucked up people, cj”

he nips at your neck, pulling your pants and panties down to your ankles, “guess you’re right,” he presses two fingers on your slit, “fighting with me makes you this wet?”

“you say that like you’re not hard right now”

“doesn’t make what you did okay,” he rubs tight circles on your clit, “i can’t even believe what you did to me”

you chuckle, “you act like i killed someone”

“oh no,” he smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “you played with me”

“how?”

he stops rubbing your clit to pull his pants and boxers down enough to free his length, he rolls on a condom, biting his lip and lining himself up with you, “you told me we should just be friends with benefits,” he circles his tip around your entrance, “so i’m gonna ask you again, am i like everyone else?”

“you’re my friend,” you say, not wanting to give him what he wants

he shoves himself inside of you, all at once. your nails scratching the hard wood of the desk while your moan and walls flutter around him.

“you drive me insane,” he whispers in your ear, 

“don’t act like you don’t like it,” you whisper back

his hands gripping onto your hips roughly, “since we started talking, i wanted you,” his fingers dig into your soft skin, “then you go and tell me some bullshit but fuck,” he moans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder, “i couldn’t say no.”

it’s taking all of cj’s willpower to not moan at every syllable, but he has to tell you this. but fuck him, it’s hard. your moans at every bruising thrust, they way you’re gripping around him perfectly, it’s all making it impossible for him to just give in.

“and then you go and play with my head, telling me i’m your person,” his hand returns to rub your clit again, “telling me i’m the only one that can make you feel this way,” he buries himself deep inside of you, stilling, “tell me it’s true,” he looks at you with pleading eyes, “tell me what you said is all true”

you don’t know if it’s true or not.

your silence speaks a lot of volume to cj.

“got it,” he nods once, his hips returning to that brutal pace, “i mean when i say this, that we’re over, ‘cause everything that i’ve ever told you, is all true”

your eyes snap open, “no”

“yes”

“no”

“did you mean it?” he places his forehead on yours. when you still don’t give him a response he asks again, a lot harsher, “did you mean it?”

to you, it’s hard to form incoherent thoughts because cj does know how to make you feel good. all you know and feel is the approaching orgasm, his tip hitting your spot, his body against yours. you don’t know why you’re so scared of accepting that you’ve formed something more than just sex with him.

each thrust shows how jealous he is, angry, and something more, like genuine care for you. this is the first time cj has ever been this rough.

“i don’t know,” you strangle out, walls clamping down on him, “you make me say stupid shit”

“so it’s stupid?” he raises his brows, fingers applying more pressure to your bundle of nerves

“i don’t know,” you moan loudly, gushing around his cock, body arching off the desk

his hips start moving sloppily, “alright,” a moan getting caught at the back of his throat. he buries himself inside of you again, shooting inside of the condom and quickly pulling out.

his lips graze yours, giving you a chance to kiss him as a way to prove to him that you do know something at least.

but you don’t.

“oh fine then,” he stands up straight, discarding the condom, “don’t kiss me or talk to me, see how much i care,” he readjusts his pants, so he’s fully decent again and walks back to his chair

you stare at him.

he’s never not taken care of you afterwards.

he usually cleans you up and you both stay in each other’s arms.

you pull your panties and sweatpants back up, “cj, you’re overreacting-“

he scoffs, “i’m done, this is over between us”

AN: FIRST CJ FIC OMG

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