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web of lies
take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.
photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist
w/c: 7.1k
warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint
summary: peter canβt stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osbornβs are up to something, and mj hates you all
a/n: yβall iβm super excited about this series like i havenβt had an idea iβve really loved in months? so itβs good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i canβt wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading
to be honest, which is what you do best, youβve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.
a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. heβd came in last minute to leave some pictures on your bossβs desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.
he didnβt feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. heβd listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.
βhey, peter?β youβd asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. βhm? you good?β heβd smiled sort of expectantly. βyeah. i... i wanted to say...β
your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes youβve ever seen. you couldnβt do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. βthanks again for walking me home,β youβd settled on. heβd seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.
that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peterβs narrative plays itself out.
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βweβve got an update on hydra v. the people!β
βthose freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.β
βshoot one more spitball and itβll be your last.β
βdoes anyone have an aspirin?β
welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. youβll find new yorkβs finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. youβre one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. heβs the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.
although itβs rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces youβd written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.
youβve been with the bugle for just over a year now. itβs not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. youβre each very unique individuals in your office, and thereβs never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and thatβs just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, itβs become home.
thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends youβve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. sheβs a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so youβre honored you get to be in it.
mj sits right next to you, which means youβre always talking through your days. thatβs due in part to the way your office is set up. there arenβt any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.
harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesnβt do much with his time besides that. according to norman, heβs still seeking out his passion. heβs banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. heβd like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you donβt mind having harry here. heβs super funny and friendly with everyone.
thereβs also ned leeds, whoβs an editor and reviews most of your pieces. heβs sweeter than candy, even when heβs ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions youβre not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. youβre convinced he was a critic in his past life.
last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since heβs still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. heβs a photographer whoβs aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and thatβs what makes them such great friends.
you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. heβs one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights youβve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. youβve been told you make a lovely pair.
peter says it himself, too. youβd like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. heβs so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.
the fact that you you havenβt come clean already is ridiculous.
βgoddamn. not again,β you mutter out. βem, you better come look at this. itβs bad.β mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. βleeds just sent this? to everyone?β she questions, your reply a short hum. youβre both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.
ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. heβs been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. youβd hoped this week would be better, but here you are.
βthis is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?β mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. youβre starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. βhe assigned me some tiktok dance trend. iβm not writing a single word about that app.β she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.
βaw, why not? grandma mj isnβt down with the kids?β you tease and click out of the upsetting email. βi donβt write for kids,β mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. βwhatβd you get?β βthe evolution of memes,β you gloomily reply. youβre surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.
mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. sheβs making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. βi blame her,β mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. βdude, what? betty is an angel. she doesnβt even work in editing.β betty is the bugleβs highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on peopleβs televisions every night.
βno, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,β mj grumbles. sheβs admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. βmy theory is bettyβs making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.β she glances over at you to see what you think. βno way. that canβt be allowed... or legal,β you laugh back.
as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco thatβs piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then heβs gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?
βnot such an angel anymore, huh?β mj smirks in satisfaction. βsuddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,β you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. βwe canβt sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,β you decide. βletβs tell norman.β
uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. βlike heβll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writerβs room,β she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. βshe is, though! we literally watched it happen!β mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.
βi doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.β your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, youβre not so willing to accept it. βwhy canβt we be the first one that isnβt?β you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. βthose are words of the innocent.β sheβs already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.
βi thought you werenβt doing the tiktok piece,β you say under your breath. youβre slightly pissed mj turned you down, since sheβs the reason you know about bettyβs meddling. βiβm not,β mj answers sharply. βiβm gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?β quentin beck is another editor in the building. heβs not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.
βiβm thrilled,β you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. βthanks for stepping up. youβre forgiven.β βi didnβt realize i had to be sorry,β mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. βyou and your morals.β
what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isnβt real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. youβre honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. youβll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.
it didnβt used to be that way. thereβs some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. youβve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. whatβs important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.
quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because heβs got βbetter things to doβ and youβre βbig girls.β what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.
youβre a bit stuck when itβs time to write your article. itβs terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you arenβt too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so youβll find what youβre looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.οΏΌ
βmorning, peter,β you hear liz greet him at the front desk. sheβs your floorβs receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. βhi, liz. howβs it going?β he asks. βthings have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?β liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. βuh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?β βright. hang on.β she nods, dialing his office phone number.
itβs endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. heβs probably the politest guy youβve ever met.
grinning, liz puts down the phone. βyou can go in whenever youβre ready. good luck!β peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. βthanks, you too.β his face falls when he realizes his mistake. βwait, i- i didnβt mean to say that. that was stupid. youβre not-β βitβs fine, peter,β liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and heβs a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.
you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. heβs not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to whatβs going on has been piqued.
βum, iβm gonna go now. bye!β peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. youβre hoping heβll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to normanβs office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.
βwhatβs the matter? missing your hubby?β she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. βno,β you lie. βiβm... i donβt know what to write about.β ok, thereβs some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. βask parker for help. you two work... well together. donβt you?β this must be the zillionth time youβve heard that.
βwe do,β you murmur and glance at normanβs closed door. peter is hidden behind it. βi just donβt wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. itβs my job, anyway.β mj pokes your arm. βthose sound like excuses to me,β she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. βyou really just donβt wanna tell him you like-β
βcan you keep it down?β you hiss, yanking your arm back. βheβs literally right over there.β peter stands up and shakes normanβs hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. βy/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,β mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. βyou can handle three little words. i like you, thatβs it. spit it out already.β
youβll never admit this to mj, but sheβs right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. youβre still not sure what stopped you. youβd shared the details of that faithful night with her, and sheβs been pushing you to try again since.
the door to normanβs office opens, and out walks peter. heβs beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that heβs coming towards you.
you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesnβt think youβve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.
βy/n!β peter calls your name. heβs on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. βpeter!β you match his tone. βi was just dropping by. i thought iβd say hey while iβm here.β heβs still grinning. βwhatβre you doing?β he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.
βpretending to be productive,β mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. βpretending?β βignore her. sheβs being a shit stirrer today,β you explain. βlike every other day,β he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. βtalk about me like iβm not here,β she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.
βanyways, i thought you didnβt work today?β you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because youβre curious. βoh! get this.β peter perks up even more, if thatβs possible. he has energy like no other. βyou know alex in broadcasting? bettyβs camera guy?β βwhat about him?β you wonder. βhe called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.β heβs oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.
biting back another smile, peter elaborates. βmr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. iβll be here all week.β it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. βpeter, thatβs amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?β heβs nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.
then, heβs off to hollywood. youβll put that out of your mind for now.
βexactly! i think itβll be a good place to start. the pay isnβt bad either.β peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when heβs around. thatβs going to be more often now. βplus, i get to see you. everyone wins.β he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. βexcept alex,β you challenge, playing with his fingers. βbut, for real. iβm happy you get to do this and that weβll be spending more time together.β
βthanks, y/n/n. me too.β peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. thereβs a blank word document on it. βyou never told me what youβre up to,β he chuckles. βguess mj was right... nothing.β βiβm always right,β she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. βi havenβt found my story yet. i donβt know, this never happens.β peter nods as you share your dilemma. βno good ideas are coming to me,β you murmur.
βthey will. you have a way of attracting things.β he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. βwell, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.β he waves his hand like heβs presenting his words. thatβs what betty calls her morning news segment. βbe careful with her. sheβs being really sketchy these days,β you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.
confused, peter purses his lips. βreally? ned says sheβs a sweetheart. theyβve been going out for a while.β mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. βdid ned also tell you sheβs bribing him to give her all of our scoops?β sheβs asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didnβt. βitβs one thing to not like her. youβre just making things up now,β peter huffs.
mj kicks your foot under the table. βi told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.βοΏΌ βitβs benjamin,β he corrects her. βwhatever,β she brushes it off, resuming her work.
peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when thereβs plenty of bad. youβre the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.
βis that true? bettyβs stealing your stories?β peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. βi donβt have one, so you do the math.β he hums sympathetically. heβll listen to you, never mj. βiβm sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. iβll watch out for her.β he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.
βare you twenty two years old or twelve?β mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. βyouβre, like, eighty five. worry about that.β theyβve had this type of banter for as long as youβve known them. itβs equal parts amusing and exhausting. βdonβt be late on your first day.β you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.
βi hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.β heβs walking backwards now, towards the elevator. βsee you later, pete,β is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. βsee you. bye, michelle,β peter says just to bug her. βitβs mj,β she groans without looking up. he shrugs. βnot so fun, is it?β
after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldnβt have been. peter parker doesnβt flirt. words arenβt his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.
youβre probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.
itβs late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. theyβre probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all youβve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, whoβs almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.
youβve never missed a deadline.
mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. βwhatcha doing over there?β she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. βtrying to get an idea. iβm desperate, if you couldnβt tell.β your voice is muffled. βi could.β mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so youβre sitting up. you childishly pout.
βy/n, the only thing thatβs gonna give you is brain damage,β mj says sternly, then softens her tone. βwhy donβt you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.β whining, you slump down in your chair again. βyeah, but youβre you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.β sheβs back to cold mj after you say that. βalright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-β
mjβs insult for peter is interrupted by harry. βladies, whatβs shaking?β he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. βoh, hey... harry,β mj unenthusiastically replies. sheβs the one person who isnβt really a fan of him. βnot much. y/n was just having a tantrum.β βshe was not,β you dismiss her. βitβs work stuff. you know your dad.β
harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. βyep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...β he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. βin a good way,β you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. βbefore i forget, he wants to see you.β that gets mj talking. βnorman?β she questions. βyour dad?β you choke out at the same time.
βwho else? he said you two have to talk.β harry flashes you a weary smile. βhave fun in there, old sport.β youβre too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. βmhm... she will,β mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. youβre completely and totally fucked.
βthatβs it for me!β you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. βiβm fired, arenβt i? iβm definitely about to get fired, and itβs all because-β βrelax!β mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. βget it together, y/l/n. youβre the best we have, okay? you arenβt going anywhere.β your grin becomes a frown. βthen why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why donβt i have a story?β
mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. βi donβt know. youβll go find out and tell me what happens.β thereβs no use protesting. youβre going to have to face whatever youβre about to at some point. βok,β you give in, defeated. βiβll be back soon, i hope.β
the walk to normanβs office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, youβll be collecting your things and wonβt ever return. norman is a kind man, and heβs usually pretty understanding. he doesnβt mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you havenβt today.
you hear your bossβs booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. βcome in,β norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. βhi, am i interrupting something?β you check. βnot at all! youβre just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,β he beckons you over. heβs not using his angry voice, so maybe youβre in the clear. you enter the room as told.
youβre shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that youβre here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.
taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing normanβs desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. βwhatβs going on?β you whisper. βno idea,β peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. heβs plopped down into his cushy leather seat.
βso,β he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. βyou kids know why youβre here?β βis it because i missed my deadline?β you blurt out. youβre once again a nervous wreck. peter doesnβt speak, just winces. βnot that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.β norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. βi asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,β you explain, peterβs eyes going wide.
βyou talked to quentin? that guyβs bad news,β he murmurs to you. βhow so?β norman questions, since itβs his employee. βhe- he, um,β peter clears his throat before answering, βheβs super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.β βi love your pictures,β you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. βyour style is so cool. yeah, though. quentinβs pretty bitter.β
considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. βiβll look into that. but, that isnβt why youβre here. iβm letting you off the hook this time.β your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. βreally? you are?β βi have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,β he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.
βsince peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.β norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. itβs been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. βyou want me to take over for alex and do this?β norman nods proudly. βy/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.β βyes, sir. i do,β peter immediately confirms. βmy last class is next thursday, so i have the time.β
βwait, so youβre almost done? thatβs awesome!β you bump peterβs knee this time. βyup, all thatβs left is finals... and studying.β he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. youβre enjoying his gentle touches. βthank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,β you tell him and mean it. βhey, no problem,β he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peterβs hand tighter.
βwhatβs the story?β βah, yes. the most important part,β norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. βhow familiar are you two with spider-man?β his excitement fades at the question posed. itβs unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. βuh, same as everyone else, i guess,β you casually reply. βhow come?β βheβs your subject.β norman points at you both. βyouβre gonna study him over these next few months.β
peterβs hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. βyou mean, like, an exposΓ©?β βno, no. there will be no exposing,β norman clarifies. βiβm sure he wears the mask for a reason.β that settles peter only slightly. youβre not sure why heβs so tense all of a sudden. βwhatβs our aim here, then?β you steer the conversation.
βsee what new yorkβs favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,β norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. βyou okay, peter?β βfine. iβm just... hot,β he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.
getting back to normanβs story, you grimace at the idea. βdo you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...β you pause. βbasic.β βi thought the same thing at first,β he surprisingly agrees with you. βharry pitched the idea to me this morning. you wonβt believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.β
βharry... harry saw him?β peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like itβs swallowing him to dab at his forehead. βhe stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kidβs a night owl,β norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. βhe took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.β heβs grinning at his sonβs success.
βmaybe heβll get into photography with you, pete,β norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. βweβd be happy to have him.β he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. βanyway,β norman gets back on topic, βit got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? weβre supposed to blindly put our trust in him?β
youβre beginning to see the appeal now. youβve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldnβt be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.
βyou know what? this has a lot of potential,β you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. youβll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. βwe could make it a weekly thing, about spider-manβs adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...β peter shoots up in his seat. βwithout taking it off,β you finish, putting his mind at ease.
βsee, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.β norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. βwhat do you say, peter? you still in?β peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. βoh, of course. i canβt wait to work with you, y/n/n,β he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, βagain.β
something is definitely bothering him, and it isnβt the weather.
βi gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,β peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume thatβs who he was texting. βthank you again, mr. osborn.β heβs rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. βum, donβt you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?β you reasonably ask. βi... i really gotta go. find me later,β peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.
βthe dynamic duo is back!β norman announces to you. youβre disappointed you canβt share that sentiment with peter.
heβs absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.
peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh thatβs the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.
things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj werenβt wrong when you told him to be careful.
later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osbornβs assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?
theyβd been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasnβt.
the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, heβd texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.
ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. itβs a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. theyβre cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.
pushing open the menβs bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. heβs panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. hereβs his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didnβt know.
his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. itβs suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. heβs got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.
peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesnβt do much for him. his face still feels like itβs on fire, but now itβs wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.
βfuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,β peter repeats to himself. heβs silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. βshit! i canβt do this. what am i supposed to-β
the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isnβt ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. βdude, what happened? you look...β βterrible. i know,β peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. βyouβre not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-β βof course you were with betty,β peter exhales in frustration. βno, ned. iβm not dying.β
in nedβs defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, βEMERGENCY. SOS.β
βi mean, yeah. it was my break.β ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. βyou do the same with y/n.β the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. βif youβre not dying, then whatβs the problem?β ned finally asks. βme and y/n...β peter removes his hands from his face, meeting nedβs worried eyes. βmr. osborn wants us to do a project together.β
βuh, peter? youβve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! youβre not excited?β ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what heβs talking about. βno. itβs supposed to be about spider-man,β peter answers angrily. this isnβt the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.
βoh... but, youβre still doing it?β he questions. βi didnβt have a choice,β peter scoffs out. βi canβt let either of them down.β βyouβll expose yourself!β ned escalates things further. βitβs not like that. weβre gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,β peter says, technically in the third person. heβs given an are you insane? look from ned.
βyou are spider-man! and, no offense, but youβre not so good at hiding it,β ned refers to himself finding out. βhow are you gonna be in two places at once?β damnit, peter hadnβt thought about that yet. he canβt be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. βi- iβll figure it out,β peter stammers, unconvincingly.
ned looks him over in a disapproving way. βjeez. youβre really putting your life on the line for this girl-β βwoman,β peter interjects, not loving nedβs attitude towards you. βhave some respect.β unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. βspeaking of women, remember betty? youβre still on the clock,β he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.
βiβll head up to her now,β peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. βwe wrote her script together, you know,β he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. βnot really a flex,β peter mumbles his response. βpeter, lighten up.β ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.
βyouβll figure this out later. i can always help.β he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. βthanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.β peter doesnβt smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then theyβre going their separate ways. βhave a good show, dude!β ned yells back, to which he doesnβt get a response. peter doesnβt have it in him.
he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. heβs so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues heβd better solve. itβs a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesnβt last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.
youβd each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.
βperfect. weβre going right back up,β betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. βhop in!β βcoming,β peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. βpete?β you speak up, voice soft. βyou kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.β βclearly, he wasnβt,β betty sneers.
youβre less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in normanβs office.
βare you sure youβre okay? you... you can talk to me about it.β you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, itβs real this time. βiβll be fine, y/n/n. βs nice that you came to check on me, though.β βdonβt mention it.β your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.
you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. βspider-man...β you quirk an eyebrow. βhow are you feeling about that?β βshould be cool,β peter somehow maintains himself. βiβm mostly looking forward to doing it with you.β
listening in, betty joins the conversation. βwhatβs happening with spider-man? anything i should know?β her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? βsheβs nothing if not persistent,β you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didnβt hold you back, you wouldβve pounced on her.
βweβre gonna do a piece on him,β peter tells her. βyou canβt copy or steal this one because itβs already been approved,β you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. βare you accusing me of stealing? who said i-β βned ratted on you... sorry,β peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. βhe did? we were right?β
βmjβs never wrong,β he reiterates. βmj knew about this? oh my god, i canβt believe her!β betty stomps her foot. βwe got you on candid camera.β you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. βalright, alright. i wonβt do it again,β betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.
βfinally!β you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. βwe really do make the best team,β he hums. your fingers intertwine with peterβs, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you donβt notice that itβs sweaty. you do, but you couldnβt care less.
βi was wondering when youβd wanna start our... research?β peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. βyou were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.β βhow elaborate of us that would be,β you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.
βwhat are you doing tonight?β
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31 - a week later.
Previous chapter a rat.
m.list.
warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.
author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.
3 days after.
βJeno .. can I ask you something?βΒ
βSureβ he replied,
Β jeno too has changed, he has become more caring towards you like he was stepping to fill jaemins place, while jaemin was occupied.
Jeno was more controlled, he didnβt show much, if you didnβt know what had happen you would have believed everything was fine.
βWhatβs gonna happen to me if..? You knowβ ,
you leave the questions unfinished, but jeno understands what you wanted to ask.
His mouth opens to speak but closes shut again, he takes a minute to think before he answers βI donβt knowβ.
His honesty although appreciated didnβt help at all.
Β βbut, I will do my best to make sure youβer taking care ofβ he reach to hold your hand over the table, gently squeezing it to reassure you.
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5 days after.
You saw less and less of jaemin.
The stress of it all was getting to you too, you were agitated.. you blamed it all on jeno.
βWhy donβt you just confess?β,Β
your question was loaded with hostility.
He looked at you, a desperate look on his face, he told you over and over but still he tells you again,
βitβs complicated seraβ.
You scoff, his answer seemed more like an excuse than a genuine answer. βwhatβs complicated? You did it, you are the one who should be facing life in prison not himβ you pointed at jaeminβs closed door.
He exhales, his eyes close βyou donβt know what youβer talking aboutβ.
βYou killed him!β You contain to argue but he gets up and leave, ending the conversation.
Tears of anger pooled in your eyes, this is another level of injustice.Β
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6 days after.
You were quietly munching on your cereal, jeno sat across form you sipping on his bitter coffee.
The mood was tense, unstable.
The neglected tv flashed a breaking news strip that caught your attention, it was about the murder in a diplomaticβs son house, βturn the volume upβ you ushered jeno.
β.. it has been determined that the leased apartment falls under diplomatic amenity and no further investigations could be carriedβΒ
You looked at jeno, βdose it mean that theyβer closing the case?β You asked, carful not to get your hopes up, he remind quiet for a minute before he nods β yup, I guess they areβ.
You jumped out of your seat, squealing with happiness βyes! Yess thank godβ you grabbed his arm to share the joy but he didnβt move.
He wasnβt happy, nor relieved.. he didnβt seems to feel any thing.
You top your small celebration, βwhat?β You asked.
βNothingβ he stood up ready to leave, βclean up when youβer doneβ.
he leaves you to your wild thoughts to run the worst case scenarios.Β
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Today
The week slowly rolled over with much tension and uncertainty, jaemin has been called to the police station couple more times, you swear each time he comes back, he has aged years.
You wanted to be by his side but he didnβt even look at you when you tried to call him this morning, if heβs not out then heβs locking himself in his room. you tried knocking on his door, to get him to at least eat a proper meal but he didnβt answer. Each attempt has been met with either complete silence or a sharp temper, he would lash at you then quickly apologize.
This is not how you wanted your first semester to begin, you attended the first week of your online classes but you couldnβt really focus on what has been said, not with a disaster hanging above your head ready to drop at any minute.
And as much as you wanted to blame it all on jeno, you couldnβt anymore. The case is closed, but why is jaemin still being investigated? Could it be because of you? Did the police knew you were taken? Was it your fault?.. you tossed and turned in your bed, it felt cold and empty without him, you missed him so much. After a long string of pillow thoughts, slumber finally took mercy over you.
βy\n..βΒ
An unfamiliar voice calls your name.
βy\nβΒ
the whisper gets louder, your body tip over and fall off of an edge to an endless darkness.. you jerk out of the nightmare, drenched in sweat and gasping for air.
You clam yourself and push the heavy covers off of you, dragging your feet to the kitchen for some water, you donβt bother turning the lights on, you open the fridge door and take a bottle. The icy water clears the clouds in your mind only for the grim reality to take its place, jaemin might be taken away.. you dwell on the scary thought.Β
You turn your head to see the lights of jaemins room were on, your heart clinches, heβs still awake at this ungodly hour.
Opting not bother him, you head back to your lonely bed, but the dark figure in the balcony almost gave you a heart attack.
You recognize the man, itβs jaemin.. his tall figure was standing in the dark, the phone was pressed to his ear, his demeanor was agitated, shifting his weight form one foot to the other, you couldnβt hear anything but you can tell he wasnβt happy.
You turn to see if jeno was in his room, his lights were off and his shoes were by the door. you always had the impression that they were close, partners in crime. they did all their nasty work together, but why is it only jaemin who is in this mess right now?.
βYou canβt be serious !βΒ
Jaeminβs loud voice comes clear through the thick glass, his hand running through his hair seemingly wanting to rip it from the roots out of frustration. You can tell he was angry, desperate.. he keeps shouting but you canβt make out what he was saying. you step closer, as close as you can without being seen by him, you try to decipher his muffled voice,
Β βI am your son! Your only sonβΒ
youβer not sure if thatβs what he said..Β
He speaks in a lower voice before he removes the phone from his ear, ending the call. He punches the wall next to him, he was beyond pissed.
You move to hide behind the curtain to avid angering him more, he opens the door and steps inside slamming the glass door behind him.
βI can see youβ he deadpan says in the dark, since thereβs no one other than you, he must be talking to you and you make the quick decision of coming out before he losses his temper.Β
βIm sorry, I had a nightmare and I got up to drink wa..β You try to explain yourself but he waves his hand with not much care βYeah yeahβ and you stop talking.. he walks to his room, the dull city lights illuminating his backside, his shoulders were slumped, his back hunched with heavy burden, the sight of him broken made your heart twist inside your ribcage.
βJaeminβ you call him without a plane, he stops and looks at you, βAre you okay?β, stupid question..Β
Although itβs dark, you can feel his eyes burning holes into your face.
βDo I look okay?β He retorts,
You answered him with a small βnoβ
he turns to walk to his room but you speak again, βI can help you if you tell me what wrongβ, bold statement.
He stops again and heavy sighs, your heart thumbs in your chest as you wait for him to speak, but all you get was a scoff, βwhy donβt you just know your place huh?β he asks with much condecindence, although you know he didnβt mean it, his words still hurts.Β
βJust stay out of my way, you have done enough alreadyβ he adds more sharp words, twisting the planted knife in your heart.
βI just wanted to help you and be here for youβ your voice breaks and you hate yourself for it, but you chock and the tears starts to gather in your eyes, he huffs and looks up to the ceiling, impatiently waiting for you to recompose yourself. But his cold nonchalant demeanor triggers more eruptions inside of you.
Β the words escapes your mouth before you have thought of them.. βall I wanted was to help you, but you keep me away form you! you donβt tell me anything, no one is telling me anything! I donβt know what is happing or if I will see you when wake up the next dayβ you rant through the sobs, your voice getting louder and louder, and when he was fed up with you he shuts you down with a loud scream βshut upβ.
Β Jeno comes out of his room, bewildered and alert.. he stands in the background watching the fight evolves.
βYou are not my girlfriendβ he walks towards you, making you feel small and insignificant, βI donβt own you anythingβ his tall stature looms over your short one, that cuts deep.Β
you look at him, you stare into his eyes, challenging him to take what he said back but he doesnβt.
βYeah?β Your voice barely comes out, βfine then I guess I have no reason to stay here anymoreβ. you turn and stomp to where your bed is to collect your few belongings, he follows behind, his steps shaking the ground beneath you.
βwhere the fuck do you think youβer doing?β He asks but you ignore him, more so you couldnβt speak due to the choking knot in your throat, but your lack or response angers him even more, he grabs your arm and turns you around with much force, that it almost dislocates your shoulder, you whimper at the pain but he doesnβt care, his grip tightening even more, his eyes glazed with a dark, sinister layer.
βJaemin!β Jeno warns, but it does nothing as another screaming match breaks between you, with him asking you the same question, not really waiting for an answer, and you shouting whatever comes to your mind first, curses, accusation, anything to hurt him. you donβt know who started it first but hands were being thrown, jeno was trying to break you apart, butΒ eventually, jaemin overpowered you and threw you over his shoulder like a rag doll, your kicking and screaming did nothing against him.
Β βJaeminβ jeno shouted at his friend who was in a trance, muttering the filthiest insults under his breath.
βWhere are you going? Jaemin!β jeno tries to reason with him. at this point jaemin was like a robot, marching to his room, he kicks the door to his bedroom open, he slams you to his bed, knocking the wind out of you.Β
βJaemin! Calm downβ jeno was trying to stop whatever jaemin was doing, he kneels and opens his safe, jenoβs voice getting louder, you were paralyzed with fear everything is happing so fast for your brain to form a response.
Jeno was trying to pry jaeminβs hands out of the safe, βcome on! donβt do something youβll regretβ, jeno was almost begging him to stop.
jaemin finally broke out of his trance and turned to jeno βget out!β,
but jeno stood in his place like a pillar, his presence seems to clam jaemin, he takes a deep breath and pushes his hair back βI know what im doingβ he speaks calmly this time before he turns back to you, you swallow the thick knot βjaemin please..β pleadings to spare your life were timid but loud enough to be heard, your body crawls as far away from him before the wall stops you.
He kneels down and reaches again inside the safe, for a second the time has stoped, everything moved in slow motion.Β
He takes out a metal handcuffs out of the safe, the blood that was frozen in your vines moved again, you let go of a breath you didnβt know you were holding.. jeno does the same βfuck..β he must have thought the same, he too believed jaemin was about to kill you.
Your limbs fell weak and cold due to the withdrawal of the adrenaline that filled your bloodstream, you feel sick, dizzy.
The bed dips under jaeminβs weight next to you, your head falls back into his soft pillows, aimless tears rolls down your temples, you give him your hands to cuff. you are worn out, you surrender.
He takes both of your arms and cuffs them to the headboard of his bed, your eyes meet, you donβt look away and neither does he. He looks down at you.. his eyes pours inside of your soul.
Dark circles beneath his eyes, dry lips, heavy eyelids but still, still handsome as ever. he leans down to kiss your watery eyes, βfor my sanity sakeβ he whispers between the kisses.
He throws his covers over you, and turns the lights off before he leaves and close the door behind him.Β
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Nifa Strikes Back
Levi hates St. Valentineβs Day with burning passion. The only thing that makes this holiday somewhat bearable to him is a little tradition he shares with his best friend Hange. But after hearing the news that Hange is going to skip the years-long ritual to go on a date with someone else, Levi is faced with conflicting and severely confusing feelings.Β
thanks @innocent-ghost-demon for the idea! (iβm sorry it took me so long to actually write it lmao)
In Levi's personal opinion, St. Valentine's Day was the worst holiday of them all. It was meaningless and explorative and it served no other purpose than to fill the pockets of flowers and chocolate sellers. Levi hated it with burning passion, getting groceries in the weeks leading to the forsaken holiday was the cruelest torture, as he was immensely annoyed by big pink hearts and cute figurines with naked babies on display. It was almost impossible for him not to gag.
The only thing that quelled his hatred towards this day was a small tradition he shared with his best friend Hange. It had started years ago, when they were still in college. Hange's boyfriend had dumped her - she was heartbroken and upset, while Levi was furious and ready to go, find that bastard and beat the shit out of him for making Hange cry. Naturally, as college students, they knew only one way to deal with that kind of complicated feelings - get absolutely wasted at the local bar. Next morning they woke up with the worst hangovers of their lives and vowed to never repeat the same mistake.
But next year, Hange was rejected by a girl she wanted to ask on a date, and, like a good friend he was, Levi once again offered his shoulder for Hange to cry on. And once again they've found themselves clinging to each other as they shakily stumbled towards their dorm.
They got drunk that year again. And that's what they've been doing every year after that.
It was the only thing that got Levi through the awful holiday. Because of that, he was actually looking forward to it.
***
"Hey, four-eyes," Levi looked over the wall that separated their cubicles, throwing a small piece of paper to get Hange's attention. "Is your place as messy as usual? Or have you cleaned it for the occasion?"
"Huh?" Hange raised her eyes from a screen, pushing the glasses up her nose. "What do you mean?"
Another paper was thrown at Hange. This one landed on her lap.
"The shitty holiday, Hange. It's this weekend. So are we going to your place of mine?"
"Oh," Hange raised her hand, rubbing her neck. "About that..."
Levi frowned, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. Did he hear a twinge of hesitation in Hange's voice? That was unusual. What could it mean?
"I can't go this year."
His frown turned into a scowl. "Why the fuck not?"
"I have a date."
Levi blinked. Hange's words... surprised him. And more than that, his own reaction surprised him. He felt displeased, but not just that. He was angry, he was disappointed. He was sad?
"You're going on a date?" he asked, cursing the weakness that colored his voice. What was going on with him?
"Yeah, sorry," Hange gave him an apologetic smile. "With all this work, I forgot to tell you about it."
"That's fine," he answered, even though it wasn't fine. Hange was going on a date, and Levi wasn't fine with it. Why wasn't he? Hange was his best friend, he was supposed to feel happy for her, right? Did it mean that he was a bad friend?
No, Levi decided. He wasn't a bad friend, he was a good one. He was worried about Hange, he had seen her get hurt by someone else, and he simply didn't wish to repeat the experience.
"Who is your date?"
Was it someone from the office, he wondered. If it was their co-worker, that'd be good, Levi could keep an eye on them then. But what if they start dating? Would Hange stop spending her lunch-breaks with him? Would she go and bother someone else if she's bored? Would she pay less attention to him?
Levi shot that train of thought as quickly as it appeared. He didnβt like thinking about it. It made him feel weird. It made him upset.
"It's Nifa's cousin, she set us up. I don't know the guy yet," Hange shrugged. "But if he's at least half as cute as Nifa, then it's worth a shot, eh?"
She looked at him then, tilting her head and smiling. It was Levi's cue to congratulate her and wish her luck. Or express his pity towards the guy. Instead there was an unpleasant, ugly feeling inside him. Hange broke their years-long tradition. To go on a date. With someone else.
And it pissed him off.
"Levi?" Hange reached out to him, grasping the sleeve of his jacket with her fingers. "Are you alright? You look a bit weird. Are you upset that we won't be hanging out this year? I'm sorry about that, I'll make it up to you."
"You don't have to," he grunted, shaking Hange's hand off. He turned around, feeling the acute need to leave. The concern on Hangeβs face was annoying him. "Have fun on your date and don't worry about me. I wasn't looking forward to our get-together anyway."
***
It took Levi two days to admit his own weakness.
He promised to himself to ignore Hange. To forget about her stupid date and stupid feelings it had provoked in him.
But then he saw Nifa alone in the hallway and he just had to ask.
He approached the girl, stopping just behind her shoulder. "Your cousin," his rough, low voice made Nifa jump. She didn't hear him walk up to her. "Is he a good man?"
Despite a scare Levi just gave her, Nifa's lips lifted into a smug smirk. She looked at Levi, observing him closely. His face was as blank as always, but his shoulders were uncharacteristically tight and his eyes showed even more annoyance than usual.
Her plan was working.
"Cousin Greg?" Nifa twirled a lock of hair around her finger. "He's great! I think Hange would get along with him!"
Cousin Greg wasn't that great actually. In fact, he was quite boring and very annoying. But Nifa wanted to help her superiors admit their feelings for each other and Greg owed her a favor after that time when she had covered for him during the grannies' birthday. Hange didn't have to like him. In fact, if she starts liking him, it'd destroy all of Nifa's plans.
Hange didn't have to like Greg. And Levi didn't have to like the fact that Hange was going on a date with him.
Evidently, the most important part of her plan already proved to be a success.
"He won't hurt four-eyes, right?" Levi asked, a shadow of worry passing through his eyes.
"He won't," Nifa promised with a serious face. Inside, however, she could barely contain herself. Levi was so concerned! It was so cute! Nifa needed to share these news with someone, and quick.
"Alright," Levi pressed his lips together and nodded. "Thanks." He added before walking away, his head bowed and shoulders slumped.
As she watched him go, Nifa's heart constricted painfully. Levi looked so miserable, just like a kicked puppy. She actually felt bad for him.
It was for his own good, she had to remind herself. She was doing him a favor. Levi, no, Hange too - both of them - will later thank her for this. She was doing a right thing.
Nifa repeated these words a couple of times and then rushed over to the break room, where she knew she would most surely find Moblit. Her best friend would be thrilled to hear about her success.Β
***
He wasn't brooding, he told himself as he threw another disgustingly sweet candy in his mouth.
He wasn't sulking, Levi thought, as he put the glass of wine to his lips. It was awful. He had been drinking this brand of wine for years, but he never noticed how mawkish it was. Hangeβs taste in wine was as horrible as her taste in romantic partners.
He didn't care about Hange and her stupid date, Levi tried to convince himself, paying only half of his attention to the movie.
On his TV screen Harry ran away from Sally after their first night together, and Levi scoffed at his stupidity. It was obvious they're in love with each other, why couldnβt they just admit it? They were both idiots and this movie was stupid, Levi decided. Why Hange liked it so much was beyond him.
***
Harry and Sally started arguing at the wedding, when Levi's phone started ringing. He made no move to get up and pick it. It couldn't be Hange calling, because she was on a date. And if that was Erwin, informing him of some emergency at work, he could kindly go and fuck himself. It was Levi's day-off and he was allowed to be as miserable as he wanted in the coziness of his apartment.
After a few seconds his phone fell silent, but before Levi could sigh with relief and continue watching the movie, he heard a few pings that announced that he had received a couple of messages. Erwin wasn't one for texting, and that got Levi wondering who was trying to get into contact with him.
Was it Petra, inviting him to a bar with others from their office?
Or, maybe, that was Yeager or any of his friends, wishing him a happy holiday?
Either way, Levi decided to ignore the messages too. If it was Petra, she'd understand his desire to be left alone. And if the messages were from any of their interns, then Levi most certainly didn't want to deal with that. It was bad enough they'd given him chocolate at work. It made him feel like he was a high school teacher, not a partner of the law firm.
He shouldnβt support this kind of behavior, Levi decided and returned his attention to the movie.Β
***
Levi was halfway through a bottle of wine and Harry was ready to confess to Sally.
Fucking finally, he thought, pouring himself more wine. What kind of idiots waste twelve years denying the feelings they have for each other? Just when Harry was going to say those three little words, someone knocked on Levi's front door. With glass of wine still lifted to his lips, Levi paused the movie and stared at the door, wondering who could be fearless enough to visit him at ten pm.
As he continued to sit and ponder on it, the initially soft knocks turned into vicious bangs.
Cursing at the impatient idiot, Levi put the glass down and got to his feet, marching to the door with a glare on his face.
He threw the door open andβ froze, blinking in surprise.
Hange stood on a threshold, holding a bottle of wine in her hands and wearing a wide grin on her lips.
"Will you be my Valentine?"
Levi bit his cheek to keep himself from blurting out 'yes'.
"What happened to your other one?" he asked instead, putting on a mask of cold indifference.
"Ah," she ruffled her hair. "He was actually boring as hell. Not even half as cute as Nifa," she shrugged. "I guess she's the sole owner of all adorable genes in their family."
Levi scoffed, plucking his lips. He would not give Hange the satisfaction of laughing at her lame joke. "Your date turned out to be a moron, so what? You've decided to come and bother me?"
"Yeah? Would you let me in or not?"
Levi knew he could put up a fight. He could tell Hange how annoying and inconsiderate she was. But he also knew that it would result in absolutely nothing. Hange would still get what she wants. He would still let her get what she wants. Because in all the years of their friendship he hadn't learned how to say no to her.
So with an irritated tsk and a shake of his head, Levi took a step back, allowing Hange to come inside.
"Did you bring something, except wine?" he asked while Hange was busy taking off her shoes.
"Yes!" Hange passed him her handbag.
Levi opened, finding chocolate inside. Lots of chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate.
"Four-eyes. Did you rob the candy shop?" he inquired dryly.
"No!" Hange snickered. "These are gifts."
Levi had received chocolate too. His collection wasn't quite as vast as Hange's, though.
"Are all of these from brats?"
"Some are from my team. Where's your chocolate, by the way? If I received so many, I can't even imagine how much you got."
"It seems like this year you're more popular than me," Levi pointed at only a couple of box of chocolates on his coffee table.
Hange's face fell after his words. She even opened her mouth, probably with the intent to apologize or, god forbid, comfort him. Levi scowled, silently telling Hange the misplaced pity to herself. He didn't really care about such trivial matters.
And he was more than happy to find out how well-loved Hange was. She deserved nothing less than that after all.
"Don't just stand there," he snapped, when Hange continued to stare at him without saying anything or even moving.
Hange lifted the corners of her lips and hurried after Levi to the living room.
"Oh!" as soon as she saw what was on the TV screen, she clasped her hands in delight. "When Harry Meets Sally! I love this movie!"
I know, Levi almost said.
"And it's one of my favorite scenes!" Hange continued to gash. She plopped down on Levi's sofa with a wide grin.
However, as she took a closer look on a coffee table, her excitement diminished considerably.
"Two glasses?" she mumbled, frowning in confusion. "Are you waiting for someone?"
"No, it's just..."
A habit, Levi realized. He put two glasses simply out of habit. He was so used to drinking with Hange that he had taken two glasses without even thinking.
"It's nothing," he finished awkwardly. "Let's watch the movie."
Hange stared him for a second, her eyes wary. But then she snapped out of it and a smile returned to her lips. She waited until Levi took his place on a sofa and then put her head on his thigh.
"Must you always do it?" Levi complained without making a single move to change their position. "I'm not a piece of furniture, you know."
"Just put on a movie, Levi," Hange mumbled, too used to his constant bitching to have any kind of reaction to it.
"So bossy," he huffed, but took the remote in his hands and resumed the movie.
On a screen, Harry was confessing to Sally.
"It's kinda bizarre, don't you think?" Hange asked. "They knew each other for so long and yet they've realized their true feelings only years after."
"It's a movie, Hange."
"So you think it's unrealistic?" she lifted her head to stare at him. "That two people can be close friends for years and continue to be blind, refusing to see how much they need each other?"
"I think you have to be unbelievably dense to not realize that you're in love with your best friend."
Hange giggled, and the quiet sound was like music to Levi's ears. "Yeah, maybe, you're right. They're really dense."
"Idiots," Levi agreed, laying a hand on her shoulder and pulling her closer.
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You Right I
WARNINGS: RAPE, SEX TRAFFICKING, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, FORCED PREGNANCY, MISCARRIAGE. I WILL HAVE TRIGGERING SCENES MARKED. NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART AND MINORS, GO READ SOMETHING ELSE.
2018
βEthanβ¦.you know this isnβt right...Ryan is waiting for me at home...itβs ourβ¦β She whimpered as his hands traveled along her curves as he teased her, kissing down her neck. βTesoro, we both know, what you want is not him.β He nipped at her ear as he slid his hand underneath her shirt as he pulled at her lace straps. Ethan pulled off her shirt, biting his lip as marveled at her lace covered breasts. He knew that boy wasnβt treating she wanted, she wanted to be treated like a princess, worshipped and loved, but in private, Ethan made sure that Y/N was his submissive, only here for his pleasure only and she loved that, he can just say hello and sheβll come crawling to him.
Y/N let her head fall back as she watched their bodies through the mirror on the ceiling, shuddering to the sight above them. Ethanβs tongue roamed her body as he slipped his hands in the matching thong. βPay attention to me, tesoro.β With that, he tore the flimsy material from her body, dropping the shreds as he dropped her onto the bed, βEthan, those were expensive!β He scoffed, tossing his shirt to the side as he climbed between her legs, which she quickly tried to close them. βEthan..β βYou want me, weβve done this multiple times already, whatβs stopping you now?β βRyan proposed to me!β Ethan stopped in his tracks, thoroughly confused as he sat back. βWhat do you mean by that? Youβre going to marry that coglione!?β She gawked at him, hitting his leg. βHeβs not a fucker! Heβs kind and heβs going to treat me right!β He pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing before he climbed out, grabbing his shirt.
β...Y/N, Iβll back off, go live your little fantasy life with Ryan. Iβm more so pissed off that you werenβt going to stop this, were you?β He asked, looking down at her, absolutely disgusted. βYou know that I love you and I would do anything for you, but this is a slap on the face.β Y/N rolled her eyes as she grabbed her clothes, shaking her head. βWhy are you making this about you? Youβve been coming onto me and-β βAnd you havenβt stopped me, youβve pushed me into closets, begging me to gag you on my cock,β He hovered over her as his dark eyes locked onto hers,βscreaming me for me to fuck you with an audience. You seek me out more than I do, so tell me, what are you going to do when he canβt scratch that itch you have? Finger yourself at the thought of me, using you like a cheap whore. Am I wrong?β
Y/N looked the other way, knowing the truth as she was going to speak up, her phone rang. Future Hubby. βBabe, where are you? We have reservations tonight at that really fancy placeβ¦β She began to dress herself, mindlessly agreeing with whatever he was saying. βBaby, Iβm sorry, Iβve just been busy with work and you know my boss is trying to promote meβ¦β Ethan rolled his eyes as he leaned on his bed, looking through his messages as he was determined to get laid tonight. He brushed back his long, luscious locks before looking back up at Y/N, narrowing his eyes at her. βWhy are you still here? Unless you want to watch me fuck some random girl.β She quickly made her exit as she rubbed her eyes, not wanting to cry for a man.
Why am I crying over a man? I should be happy that Iβm getting married to someone who I could trust with all my heart. She also felt extremely guilty, her hands werenβt clean as well, but she honestly thought that this was just going to be fling between her and Ryan. He wasnβt looking for anything serious, that's what she thought too until her parents gave her an ultimatum, find a decent boy and Iβll pay for your studies abroad and 4 years later, still with Ryan, he wasnβt a bad, just little bland and vanilla for her liking. She liked men like Ethan, who wasnβt afraid of pushing boundaries and trying new things and her father obviously didnβt care for Ethan.
To him, Ethan was a manwhore and had no redeemable qualities, he was just drummer in a band who loved to fuck and he didnβt his daughter failing prey to that. She quickly took a cab to their shared apartment, sighing as she set her things down. βLove? Iβm homeβ¦β She trailed off, seeing him in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine. βWhy arenβt you ready yet? I thought we had reservations-β βI cancelled them, I didnβt feel like going out anymore, not after what I know.β He tossed a thick envelope onto the coffee table as he carefully watched her. βDo you want to explain this...affair that youβve been having behind my back for sometime now.β She swallowed nervously as she shuffled on her feet. βYou canβt, can you? Youβre just some slutty whore, who opens their legs out for anyone, donβt you? Maybe I can use that to my advantage, pimp you out and profit off you.β She rapidly shook her head no, slowly backing up as he stood. βNo, I think I will, if not, Iβll send your precious daddy, every photo and video of you being a slut.β
βYou wouldnβt dare, you simultaneously fuck yourself over too! M-My father-β Ryan backhanded her, rolling his eyes as he looked down at her. He watched as she started to cry, holding herself. βDonβt feel sorry for yourself, sweetheart. You caused this, you couldnβt be satisfied with what I gave you. Now, youβre going to be daddyβs good little girl and you're going to do everything I say. Y/Nβs stomach fell in horror as she could only think of the possibilities that he was going to do to her, she tried scrambling to her feet, but Ryan was faster as he grabbed her hair, yanking her up. βYouβre going to do what I say and youβre going to do it with no complaints.β
Ethan sighed as he pushed some random girl off of him, climbing out of bed as he walked to the bathroom. He tied his long hair in a bun, washing his face. He was serious about not contacting her, he wanted her to choose who she wanted and not play around his feelings. βI had fun last night, we should do it again.β He narrowed his eyes at the woman, shrugging off her hands as he faced her. βI donβt even know your name and I really donβt give a fuck.β She gasped as he pushed past her, getting ready for rehearsals. Once he stepped into the studio, he sighed as Y/N wasnβt there, she hasnβt been here in the past three months. βSo weβre close to releasing our first album and we need to start really focusing in and producing like itβs our last thing. Weβre gonna have to be in the studio more often than not, probably pulling all nighters. That goes for you Ethan, just slow down on the groupies, I know you and Y/N are going through a rough patch, but Iβm going to need you to focus.β
Ethan just nodded as he stepped into the booth, grabbing his practice drumsticks. It was obvious that he was bothered by Damianoβs comment, he knew that Damiano picked up on his feelings for her and watched him do nothing about it, loving to throw it up in his face, every single time. βDude, why do you do that?β Thomas questioned, giving him a side look. βYou always comment on Y/N, maybe he doesnβt want to hear about her. Her snobby husband always has her on his arm, anywhere they go. Why remind him that he lost a good thing?β Damiano sputtered as he tried to deny his dickish attitude towards him. βLook, I know heβs still missing Y/N, but itβs been like six weeks, almost 2 months. Is the pussy that good?β βDamiano, please stop watching American TV, letβs just start recording, before we get too distracted.β Vic pushed everyone else in, closing the door behind them.
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βY/N, suck harder and stop using your teeth.β She flinched as she was abused by her βclientβ as Ryan watched, stroking himself. Ryan chuckled as he watched, licking his lips. He thought he was a genius, he preyed on her vulnerabilities and used her to where no one would believe her. βHow much for her pussy?β The sleazy man croaked, reaching for her thong. βI have a suitcase for about ten thousand as a downpayment.β Ryanβs eyebrow arched up as he glanced over at the suitcase. βAnd if you allow me to cum in her, Iβll add another 30 thousand onto it.β Y/N looked between the two, growing nervous as she wiggled her way to the door. β...Add 20 thousand and you can do anything you want with her, just donβt kill her.β Ryan smirked as Y/N was pulled onto her face as the man forced his way inside of her. βGod, her pussy feels so fucking good.β Y/N sobbed as she tried kicking him, just trying to stop this torture and the stranger shoved her face in the pillows.
Ryan sighed as his phone ranged, groaning as he answered it. βRyan McGower, this has better be important.β βHi, Mr. McGower, I saw your wifeβsβ¦.interesting ad and I was wondering if she could handle..more extreme intercourse.β Ryan watched as she thrashed about, sobbing as she looked into his eyes. He could end this with one word, but she damaged him, what did Ethan Torchio have that he didnβt have? βDarling? Did you ever love that bastard?β Y/N gave him a confused look, shaking her head. βWho are you even talking about?β βOf course she can, Iβm the one whoβs training her. She can and will take everything you give her.β
She whimpered, cringing at her drenched panties, crying as she felt the man finally come inside of her. βHoly fuck, thatβs some good pussy right there, I may have to come by later.β He smirked as he pulled apart her lower lips as they watched the cum slowly flow and drip out onto the floor. βSheβs not on contraceptives or has that implant?β βNo, I got them removed awhile back,β Y/N wanted to throw up, she quickly rushed to the bathroom, regurgitating the small breakfast that she had. She held the toilet as she silently cried, wanting this nightmare to end.
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Ethan wanted to go home, this large crowd wasnβt helping his mood and he just wanted to go home and drink in the privacy of his own home. darling.y/n - last online 4 months ago Shutting his phone off as he tried to ignore that gnawing feeling that was eating at his stomach. βDude, are you okay? You keep scaring off girls.β Thomas asked, shouted as he slipped in next to him. βIs it about Y/N?β Ethan finally had enough, wanting to scream this at the top of his lungs. βYeah, it is, Iβm in love with her and I just miss her so fucking much, she hasnβt kept in touch with me, so I donβt know if sheβs doing okay. Iβm just concerned because something doesnβt feel right and I canβt put it together.β Thomas blankly stared at him, shaking his head. βDude, just go to her house, fuck her husband. Whatβs the worst could he do? Move halfway around the globe?β
Ethan jumped out of the taxi as he rushed to Y/Nβs front door, quickly knocking on it. He started ringing the doorbell impatiently before a strange woman poked her head out the door, shaking her head no before handing him an elegant note.
For those who are wondering, the missus and I are going to our second home to celebrate our first pregnancy and we would like for any inquiries to go through our assistant before you attempt to personally contact us. If you would like to send us any baby needs, you can do so to this address.
-From the McGowers
The mysterious lady snatched it from his hands before shutting the door unlocking it, Ethan sighed as he kicked a pole, frustrated with himself. βA baby? Is that what she wanted, a family, we couldβveβ¦.β He stopped as he realized that it wouldnβt have worked out, he would be traveling too much and he couldnβt ask his bandmates to accommodate a screaming baby. βFuck that, I want to hear this out of her own words, if sheβs happy, then iβm happy and iβll call it a day.β He headed back to his apartment, dialing Damiano as he fast walked, ignoring the strange looks thrown at him. βDamiano, you have a bigger social circle than me and you probably rub elbows with rich people on a daily basis. I need you to find where Y/Nβs second home is. I have a bad feeling about this.β
Damiano looked at his phone on the other line, pinching the bridge of his nose. βMio caro amico(My dear friend), you need to let her go, sheβs married now, has a husband now and sheβs probably going to have a child soon. Why are you going to stop her happiness?β βDamiano, she wasnβt happy when she got married, you saw those wedding photos, she looked miserable as fuck in them.β Damiano sighed, pushing his partner off of him as he sat up. βIf I help you and we find an answer, any answer whether you like it or not, weβre going to stop searching for her, okay?β β....Okay.β
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Stark Spangled Kinks
The Devil Wears Nada
Summary: Steveβs fed up of getting cock blocked during what was supposed to be bit of alone time and would make a deal with the Devil herself to get some alone time with his wifeβ¦
Warning:Β SMUT SMUT SMUT- (NSFW, 18+) Like seriously, if youβre under 18 get off my blog.
Pairings:Β Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.
A/N:Β This is possibly the filthiest thing Iβve ever written...and Iβm not even sorry. It follows on directly from Bumps In The Night which was written by @sweater-daddiesdumbdorkβ as part of Stark Spangled Bannerβs Birthday Party. Give it a read, its wonderful!
SSK MasterlistΒ //Β WIYPT Masterlist
Β Katie and Steve headed back inside, Katie diverting into the lounge to go and retrieve the candy off the kids before they ate too much of it in one sitting. Steve had to snort at the various cries of protests that rang round the lounge and his wifeβs stern voice telling the three children in there that she didnβt care if it was Saturday, they werenβt consuming enough E-numbers to fuel an army before bed. He made his way into the kitchen and was completely unsurprised to find Bucky already had his head buried in the fridge.
βMake yourself at home.β He deadpanned and Bucky looked at him, thrusting a beer in his direction. βGee thanks.β Steveβs dry sarcasm still present as he looked at his friend who was offering him his own fucking beer. Bucky grinned and shrugged as he passed one to Sam as well as he strode into the room, the three men popping the tops. Steve took a long pull from his as he eyed Bucky βWhy are you here?β
βRude much?β Bucky asked, his eyes still checking out the contents of the refrigerator. βWe were concerned unclesβ¦you werenβt with the kids.β
βThey were with Emmy and Queensβ Steve arched an eyebrow βPerfectly safe.β
βThey showed up on Tin Manβs doorstep.β Sam grinned βWe were halfway through studying a couple of files and they basically swamped us and said it was their last stop of the night. Bucky thought it would be fun to come back with them.β
βTo bug the crap out of me orβ¦β
βI wanted candy.β Buck shrugged.
βThen you should have gone Trick Or Treating.β Steve replied βAnd letβs face it, with a face like that, who needs a mask?β
βOuch, Stevieβ¦β Bucky looked at him as Sam chuckled in the background, before he turned his attention back to the fridge βOooh, your Missus made a cheeseboard.β
βWhat are you a fuckinβ mouse?β Sam asked as Bucky pulled out the platter, setting it on the side.
βJust βcause I appreciate the good things in life, Seagull and you canβt.β Bucky shrugged, unwrapping the film from the cheese. βYou know, Steve was just like this growing up.β
βYeah, well, now I have better taste and Iβm also big enough to kick your ass so stop eating my food and go home before I throw you out.β
βWhatβs got into you?β Bucky looked at him.
βYouβre disrupting my plans.β Steve said simply.
βWhat pl-ooooooh!β Buckβs question morphed into a noise of acknowledgment as he looked at his friend βThen you should have taken advantage of the empty house earlier.β
βSchool boy error, Cap.β Sam smirked and Steve let out a growl of frustration.
βWell our various attempts to were thwarted one way or another, and now you two punks are ruining it again.β Steve glared at them βPut the cheese back and piss off.β
Bucky smirked. βImma tell Katie youβre being nasty to me.β
Steve narrowed his eyes knowing full well the soft spot his girl had for Bucky and Sam. If she got so much as a sniff he was being a bit of a shit to either of them heβd be in for it. βYou wouldnβtβ¦β
βWouldnβt what?β
At the sound of his wifeβs voice Steve jumped and turned to see her clutching the huge bowl that had previously contained their candy by the door and now sported the combined content of their kidsβ bags, Harry toddling behind her, his eyes fixed on the prize.
βOh this is gonna be good.β Sam smirked, leaning off to the side unwrapping a Reeses which he pulled out of his pocket, slowly chewing as if watching a movie.
βHey Doll Faceβ Bucky grinned at her βSteve wonβt let me eat the cheese.β
βIgnore him, you help yourself Buck.β She waved to it as she passed Steve the bowl of candy βStop being so moody, stick that up high somewhere.β
βYou know that wonβt stop Jamie, Rori or him donβt you?β Steve looked at her as she picked Harry up who watched shrewdly as his dad placed the bowl on the top shelf of one of the cupboards βAll 3 of them had scaled the refrigerator by the time they were 2.β
βNo but it might delay them enough for us to catch them.β She shrugged, her eyes moving to Bucky who was eating a block of cheddar like it was an apple βBuck, do you want some crackers orβ¦β
Bucky nodded but Steve cut him off. βNo he doesnβt.β
βYes I do.β Bucky smirked as Katie looked at Steve, arching an eyebrow at his unusually frosty nature towards his friends. She set Harry down on the counter by Bucky who grinned at the toddler, offering him his hand in a hi-five. Harry grinned and slapped his Uncles palm before he looked at the cheese.
βAbsolutely not pal.β Steve said to him and Harry looked up.
βDinosaurs donβt eat cheese.β Bucky shook his head at Harry who stared at him and blinked before he shrugged.
βBut I hungry.β
βYou canβt possibly be.β Katie looked at her son
βI am Momma.β
βNow look what youβve done.β Steve glared at Bucky.
βMe?β Bucky scoffed, his mouth full βWhat did I do?β
βSet him off, look, why donβt you go and eat Jenβs cheese?β Steve asked and at that there was a pause before Sam, Katie and Bucky all burst out laughing. Steve groaned βOk, that came out wrong.β
Sam snorted βthatβs what she said.β
Katie laughed harder and Bucky grinned, swallowing his mouthful as Katie headed into the pantry. βInnuendo aside, I canβt. Sheβs got something going on at the coffee shop. Bunch of teenagers doing Halloween activities or something, I donβt know. She wonβt be free until later.β He turned to Katie as she walked back in, handing him the box of crackers and he thanked her βSo I thought Iβd come see my best friends for a beer seeing as itβs not even half 8 on a Saturday yet.β
Katie smiled at him βYou two are always welcome here, you know that. Isnβt that right Steve.β
Steve fixed a smile on his face and glared at Bucky who was positively beaming at the fact he knew he was being a cock-block. βCourse it is honey, course.β
βRight my little Jurassic babyβ¦β Katie picked Harry up and he giggled, the hood of his dinosaur costume falling over his eyes. βBath time.
βNo bath Mommaβ he shook his head furiously, looking up at her as she pushed the clothing back off his head βI have one tomorrow.β
Katie looked at him, βYour face is filthy.β
βWash my face then.β He looked at her and Katie raised her eyebrows and looked at Steve who chuckled.
βWanna help me out here daddy?β Katie asked and Steve looked at his son.
βOk, how about momma washes your face tonight but youβre having a bath first thing in the morning.β Steve looked at Harry as his son considered it for a second. It was late after all. Skipping bath night one evening wouldnβt kill him.
βDealβ Harry nodded, holding his hand out. Steve shook it as Bucky and Sam both gave snorts.
βYou need a hand?β Steve asked.
βNo, I got it.β Katie shook her head βIβll get him sorted. You can send Rori and Jamie up in 15 though.β
βSure.β Steve nodded.
βSay goodnight Harry.β Katie said, turning round so Harry could see Sam and Bucky.
βGoodnight Harryβ he grinned, before he cackled at his usual joke. The tot had no idea why it was funny, but when he had first said it, it had cracked both Katie and Steve up so now he seemed to say it every night. Bucky and Sam obligingly laughed as Steve dropped kiss to his sonβs head, before pecking Katieβs cheek as she carried him out of the kitchen.
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Half an hour later, after Rori had done one final parade around the kitchen in her princess cat outfit, beaming when Bucky had declared her the βprettiest kitty cat in all the worldβ and Steve had once more told her βno, you canβt have a real catβ, all 3 kids were clean and in their rooms. Harry and Rori were both tucked up in bed, lights off, whilst Jamie was watching TV with a warning from Steve that he had 30 minutes before it was time to turn it off. Steve knew Jamie would listen, it was part of the deal that he got to have a little time like that in his room as he was the eldest one now. Jamie took it seriously, knowing full well that abusing said privilege would mean it was revoked just as it had been a few weeks months when heβd been giving Steve some serious back chat and cheek. Steve had sent him to his room and Jamie had simply shrugged responding sarcastically βFine, Iβll go watch my TV, what a huge punishment.β Steve had seen red and headed straight into the garage before coming back with a pair of pliers. Heβd walked straight into Jamieβs room, cut the plug off the TV leaving his son staring at him, open mouthed as he breezed out of the room with a simple βwatch it now, smart assβ¦β
The 4 adults were all sat in the lounge, sprawled across the various sofas with a drink each as the fire roared giving the large living room a cosy, homely feel. Stark was stretched out on the rug in front of the fire, snoring slightly, and the stereo was on playing a little background music whilst the rain pattered against the large ceiling to floor windows. Steve adored this time of year for precisely this reason. Katie snuggled under his arm, her back resting against him as she lay stretched out down the cushions, his arm looped around her crossing her chest. The hand that wasnβt holding her wine was gently rubbing over his forearm, her nails softly skating across the skin. Steve dropped a kiss to her head as they both listened to Sam who was recalling how Bucky had ended up with a load of candy stuck on the hand of his metal arm without realising, which he had then stuck in his hair when heβd run his hand through it.
βHe cried like a bitch when I was pulling the gummy bears out.β Sam grinned and Steve tipped his head back, a huge laugh rumbling through his chest as Bucky glared at him.
βPunk.β He looked at Steve who simply smirked and took a drink from his bottle
βYou know, I gotta say that these kids take it to the next level nowadays.β Sam swallowed a mouthful of beer. βI mean, some of those costumes are awesome. We saw a really cool Iron Man who had the reactor in his chest all lit up.β
Katie smiled βYeah, Tony does seem to be a popular choice.β
βWe got a Captain America.β Steve offered, not one to be out-done and Katie smirked to herself, βAnd by that I mean when it was me, or I was it, whatever. He may or may not have gotten extra candy.β
Sam and Bucky chuckled and Katie sipped her wine before she tilted her head back and looked up at Steve.
"At least we got no clowns this year..." Katie smirked and at the mere thought Steve shuddered and Bucky let out a huge snort.
"What...you're scared of clowns?" Sam looked at Steve but before he could answer Bucky jumped in.
"He ainβt just scared man, he's petrified. When we were about 8 and my folks took us to Coney, this guy dressed as a clown tried to give Steve a balloon and he ran away, but the best thing wasβ¦β Bucky leaned forward, his words coming between his howls of laughter βthis clown kept doing it up until Steve was about 18 because he was so small and looked like a 10 year old.β
βFuck you.β Steve narrowed his eyes at Bucky as he and Sam fell about laughing. Katie kissed his arm and sat up, pointing at Bucky.
βStop making fun of himβ¦he was cute when he was a smol bean.β
βThanks sweetheart.β Steve grinned, pressing a kiss to her head.Β
βCoulrophobiaβ Sam nodded sagely, βQuite common actually.β
βIβm not surprised.β Steve shook his head βTheyβre horrible. I mean, who on earth ever thought they were suitable as entertainment?β
"I dunno, it was kind of entertaining when Jamie dressed up as one.β Katie smiled and Steve physically shivered at the mere memory of that particular Halloween.
βWait, what?β Bucky asked, looking at Katie and Steve groaned as he steeled himself once more to be the brunt of a joke.
βYou seen IT?β Katie asked, βAs in the newest one?β
Bucky nodded, grinning βA particular favourite of mine and Jenβsβ¦.although last time we watched it we kinda got distracted.β He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Katie snorted.
βDonβt wanna know,β she shook her head as Sam Hi-fived Bucky βbut anyway, we had a Halloween party about 9 years ago at Tonyβs. Emmy asked if she could be in charge of hers and Jamieβs outfits so we said yes. Little did we knows sheβd had a little help from my dearest brother and just as we were about to set offβ¦β she snorted and started to laugh βthey come down the stairs and Jamieβs dressed in the BEST Pennywise outfit Iβve ever seen.β
Buckyβs face split into a huge grin as Katie continued to laugh, shaking her head. βSo heβs toddling towards Steve and his faceβ¦β she stopped talking, as her laughter was now uncontrollable and she shook her head and Steve sighed.
βItβs not funny.β
βIt is.β She stuttered, wiping her eyes. She took a deep breath βYou stood there stock still, this look of utter horror on your face and I knew you were fighting the urge to turn and runβ¦β
At that Bucky and Sam both burst out into laughter and Steve shook his head. βHe was so upset when I wouldnβt pick him up.β
βYou stopped the car at the top of the street because you couldnβt drive as you kept seeing him in the mirrorβ¦β Katie howled, tipping her head back in absolute, unadulterated laughter and Steve shook his head.
βYou heard Sam, itβs a phobiaβ¦β he looked at her βI canβt help it, any more than you can about spiders.β
βHorrible eight legged bastards.β She shuddered as her laughter died down and she glanced up at him winking, as her voice dropped. βBut you know the way to my heartβ¦β
βKiss you often, fuck you well, feed you snacks and kill the spiders.β he intoned, grinning as she chuckled βI know Doll, I know.β
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Despite his best laid plans going to shit, Steve had to admit it was a nice evening as all 4 of them chatted and laughed but by the time Bucky and Sam left some 2 hours later, Katie had already gone up to bed about 15 minutes prior saying she was tired which meant Steve was now very doubtful heβd be fucking her well at all. Cursing Trick Or Treaters, counter surfing dogs, hungry babies and cheese eating, beer drinking friends he cleared the empty bottles off the coffee table and dumped them in the recycling before he let Stark out into the back yard so he could do his business. Steve stood watching him, the cold October air biting at his skin a little as he glanced up at the now clear sky, the rain having stopped roughly half an hour or so ago. He couldnβt believe it was November tomorrow. Another year almost done with. They were flying by, far too quickly for his liking. This year had marked 7 years since theyβd reversed the snap and it still seemed like only yesterday since heβd walked away from it all and passed the shield to Sam, settling down into the domestic life heβd never dreamed in a million years heβd get. He was jerked from his thoughts when Stark walked back up to him, nudging his hand with his cold, wet nose and he smiled, petting the dogβs head as he walked past him into the little laundry room and sat obediently waiting for his paws to be dried. Steve shut the door, locking it and then towelled the dog down before the tan and white mutt shot off through the kitchen and into the hall. Steve heard his collar jangling as he bounded up the stairs to Jamieβs room whilst he himself made his way through to the lounge. The fire was still going, but he knew it would die down over night and he was just moving the grate to the front of it to avoid any embers spilling onto the floor when his ears picked up footsteps on the stairs. He instantly knew they were Katieβs and found himself smirking a little. Maybe he was gonna get a little frisky after all. And then he heard her walking across the hall and frowned, because it sounded like she was in heels.
βHoney?β he called, standing up straight and turning to see his wife leaning against the door frame, one arm extended above her head, the other hand falling to her hips as she looked at him, biting her lip. Steve felt his mouth drop open as he took in her appearance. She was indeed wearing heels, a pair of sparkly, high heeled red Jimmy Choos- her βRuby Slippersβ as Rori dubbed them, and his eyes scanned up her bare legs to the hem of the sheer, red negligee which finished mid-thigh. He could see the outline of a pair of matching, red lace panties underneath as he continued to take in her appearance. The top of the garment was low cut, her cleavage amplified somewhat as her breasts swelled over the lace cups and he swallowed as he felt his cock twitch whilst he simply stared at her, slack jawed. Fuck, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his entire life and when she did stuff like thisβ¦Jesus.
He glanced at her face, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves and it was then he noticed that on the top of her head sat a pair of fake red horns. Steveβs mouth curled up in sinful grin as Katie gave a dirty giggle, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as Steve strode towards her purposefully, one thing on his mind.
βRead to sell your soul to the Devil, Solider?β she asked and Steve let out a chuckle as he stopped in front of her, his hands gripping her hips
βI sold it to you years ago, Doll.β
She grinned at him as he pulled her closer, his fingers curling against her gentle curves, tangling in the soft material of the negligee as he dropped his head to hers, kissing her deeply. Her hands smoothed over the top of his grey Henley coming to rest on his chest as he curled one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. At the feel of her pressed against him, Steve let out a soft moan
βGod Iβve been waiting for this all nightβ he mumbled and Katie grinned against his lips.
βWell like I tell the kids, a little patience goes a long way Stevie.β she purred and Steve shrugged, his hands dropping to the back of her thighs as he easily lifted her, her heel-clad legs wrapping around his waist.
βAnd as you know when it comes to you baby girl, I have very little self-control.β
βDonβt I know it, thereβs reason we have 4 biological kids.β she pondered for a moment and Steve laughed as her lips met his again and her hands raked into his hair, her nails biting gently against his scalp.
With steady strides, Steve carried her over to the spot in front of the fireplace where he gently set her on her feet and knelt in front of her. The light of the fire cast a bronze glow against her smooth skin and taking his time to simply enjoy the moment, his hands traced up the back of her calves to her thighs, his touch feather light as he reached up to her ass. He gave her flesh a squeeze before pulling her forward a little and her hands reached out to rest on his shoulders for support as he pushed his head under the bottom of the lace garment, nose skimming along the waistband of her panties. He peppered hot, open mouthed kisses across her soft skin, before he dropped his head lower and nudged his nose over her covered mound. She whimpered a little as he brushed her nub and her hips moved forward, seeking him out.
βNow whoβs impatient?β He looked up at her and she glanced down, arching an eyebrow.
βIt may have escaped your noticeβ¦β she took a deep breath βMy self-control is also pretty non-existent around you too.β
βWell, Iβm not one to keep a lady waitingβ Steve smirked and in a swift movement he hooked an arm round her waist causing her to shriek a little before she laughed as he deposited her gently on the rug, caging her with his arms. He glanced down at her, brunette waves fanning out over the light grey and black of the soft tuft wool and leaned down, his nose nudging against hers.
βYou know I love you, donβt you?β
βOf course I do.β she frowned a little, as Steve brushed his lips over hers.
βGood, now remember that. Because Iβm about to fuck you like I donβt.β
Katie barely had time to register what he said before heβd moved down her body, hands skating up the outside of her thighs where his fingers bunched in her panties. With a sharp tug heβd snapped the elastic and tossed them to one side, grabbing her ankles and moving her feet so they were planted on the floor, the heels she was wearing caused her pelvis to raise up off her floor slightly. Without another word he pushed her knees apart and his mouth was on her, and he wasnβt holding back.
Katieβs body jolted as she let out a soft sigh of his name which was laced with satisfaction as he set his mouth to work, devouring her with the enthusiasm of a man starved, which in all fairness he was. He was low key horny around her all the time and heβd been sporting a fucking semi pretty much since the first time theyβd been interrupted that evening. Having her so close yet out of reach all night so to speak had driven him wild.
His tongue licked, and lapped, flicked and curled over and over and Katieβs groans and pants grew louder and louder as he worked her into a frenzy. She curled the fingers of one hand into his hair, the other gripping at the rug underneath her as she arched her back even more, pushing herself against his face as her head began to spin. The contrast of his short beard scratching at her sensitive skin to his soft tongue and mouth was sending her entire body into overdrive and Steve could tell. He gently grazed her bud with his teeth, inserting 2 fingers inside her, both actions causing her hips to violently buck, her nails dug further into his scalp and he gave a chuckle which vibrated against her clit causing her to groan loudly.
βJesus Christ Steveβ¦β she panted, looking down at him. He peeked up from between her legs, a cheeky glint in his eyes which shimmered in the light of the fire, full of a blaze of their own as he continued, his tongue flicking at her entrance, before he sucked on her bud and then she was gone. Her legs trembled as her hand pulled his hair, almost to the point it was painful as she gave a loud cry, her other hand reaching to his head as she used both to push him away from her sensitive sex. He moved his head back but his fingers stayed exactly where they were, curling against the soft sponge of her walls as she clamped down around them, giving a little groan as she did, her legs flopping down flat on the floor. With a smug sense of satisfaction at having undone her to the extent he had, Steve pushed himself up, wiping his wet face with the back of his forearm and crawled over her, cupping her cheeks, kissing her again, his tongue tangling against hers. Katie moaned wantonly into his mouth as she could taste her arousal as his mouth dominated hers before he pulled back, his thumb and forefinger gently gripping her chin making her eyes open and lock onto his.
βOn your knees sweetheart.β His tone was low as he used his Captainβs voice to issue the instruction, telling her not to argue. Not that she would, as mouthy and stubborn as she was this was the one area of their relationship in which she was always willing to surrender to him completely. With a graceful movement she pulled her legs back towards her and turned her body, rising to her knees, palms planted on the floor.
Steve pushed the waistband of his sweats and boxers down before he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her back with a swift action, placing one palm on the base of her back. With the other he took his throbbing cock in his hand, gave himself a few quick strokes before he lined himself up. With a snap of his hips he buried himself in her heat, balls deep, jolting her forward. The rumble from his throat slipped out of his mouth at the relief of finally being inside her, drowning her cries out.
His pace was relentless from the outset, just as it had been when heβd worked her with his mouth and his hands gripped her waist tightly as he drove in and out of her over and over, in fast, deep movements, pulling her back onto him with each thrust he made. He watched her face as her head fell forward between her arms, her bottom lip clamped between her lip, eyes closed in pleasure, those dirty little noises she made joined the sound of skin slapping skin as he did just as heβd said he was going to do, and fucked her hard.
It was raw, animalistic even, and a far cry from the usual way Steve liked to love on her but hell, it felt just as good to Katie as anything he ever did and after a particularly deep drive she cried out, fisting her hands into the rug, as she felt him bend over her, his large frame crowding hers from behind.
βGod you feel so good babyβ¦β he groaned, his chest was pressed to her back, his mouth nipping at that spot on her neck as she felt the heat pooling in her belly again. In an almost automatic movement, her head rolled to the left, allowing him access to her neck where he nipped and sucked at her skin, her gasps growing louder as he continued to thrust. βSo fuckinβ goodβ¦β
As he spoke, Steve reached up and wrapped one large hand around her neck, tipping her face round to his so he could kiss her. It was all Katie could do to kiss him back, allowing him to control the pace as she was completely gone, the sensations lancing through her body had left her totally pliant to his ministrations.
βCaptainβ¦β she panted softly against his mouth as Steve gave an almost pathetic whine at the sound of that name slipping from her throat as he continued to push into her, driving deep before he stilled, his hips flush to her ass. Katie gave a squeak as he rotated his hips, letting go of her neck and pushing himself back up as his hand slid down her body, between her legs drawing a long wail of delight from her mouth as he fondled her bud, βShitβ¦Iβmβ¦Steve Iβm gonna...β
βGo on, come for me babyβ¦β he hissed, his jaw clenched, the sweat beading on his brow as he rutted forward again, once more grinding against her βGive it to me, let goβ¦β
With a last, loud, filthy lament she came, hard, her knees almost buckling, but Steveβs arm quickly looped around her waist holding her up as she blissed out completely, the entire world fading around her as she felt nothing but the familiar hot, warm pleasure as her abdomen contracted and relaxed as her walls spasmed around him over and over.
βGood girl.β he praised as he continued thrusting through, the heat in his own belly now beginning to spike even more, βSuch a good girl for me.β
Katie preened at his praise, relaxing slightly as he bent over and kissed her neck once more, picking up the pace slightly. And then, she pushed back suddenly catching Steve off guard, sending him sprawling onto his back. She went with him, his cock still stuffed inside her, her back sliding on his chest as he continued to fuck up into her, his knees bent, feet flat on the floor. Katieβs head fell back against his shoulder, her face tilting to kiss his as she lay on him, legs spread, feet planted either side of his hips. His hand crept over her stomach, dipping into her folds as his fingers and palm furiously toyed and played with her, brushing against his shaft as he rocked in and out of his wife.
βSteveβ¦β she whined βI canβtβ¦itβs too muchβ¦β
βYou got one more in you.β he all but growled, βI know you do. And Iβm taking it, whether you want me to or not.β
True to his word he continued his unyielding assault on her senses and before long her breathing had risen and his name was slipping from Katieβs lips in that familiar staccato pant. She gave in, and this time the climax almost feeble but still just as pleasurable as she fluttered around him. At the feel of her round him, and the sound of the exhausted, sultry groan she let out into his hear Steve was done for, and with a final, violent buck upwards he came, biting down gently on her shoulder, muffling the noises of satisfaction and pleasure that rolled from the back of his throat.
The pair of them lay still, chests heaving Β and Katie licked her lips, eyes closed as she waited for her body to gain some form of control over itself. After a little while, she felt Steveβs hands gently slid up her side to the outside of her arms, giving a gentle rub as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
βYou ok?β he asked.
Katie hummed a little and grinned, tipping her face round to look at him βIβll sayβ¦that wasβ¦β
βYeahβ¦β Steve nodded, the pair of them chuckling. βIt was worth the wait.β
Katieβs head lolled back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes again. Not wanting to move just yet, the feeling of her lay over the top of him whilst he was still buried inside her was too nice, Steve wrapped his arms around her front as he shifted slightly so he could press a kiss to her lips. She wiggled her hips a little and he gave a low grunt at the sensation and he looked at her as she arched an eyebrow.
βYou want more?β he asked, his voice low and she fixed him with a look that was half suggestive, half apprehension as to whether she could actually take anymore. Steve grinned and pressed his lips back to hers, the kiss deepening as he felt himself starting to grow hard inside her again, and just as he had pushed her up into a sitting position, backwards on his lap, the security system sounded and the front door clicked open.
Katieβs head turned back to look at him over her shoulder, both faces sporting expressions of utter horror as Emmy and Peterβs voices drifted up the hall.
βShitβ¦β Katie jumped up, glancing down at herself as Steve scrambled to his feet, tucking himself into his pants, hastily yanking at the crotch in an attempt to make them a little less snug, so to speak.
βGive me your shirtβ¦β Katie hissed and he reached over, grabbing a fistful of it in his hand. Yanking it over his head he tossed it to her and she shoved it on over her skimpy little outfit, before she kicked off her heels, and sheβd just smoothed her hair down when the door to the lounge opened. Emmy and Peter stopped dead. Peter hastily turned away as Emmyβs eyes roved over Steveβs shirtless form, then to Katie who was stood in his Henley which thankfully was big enough to cover her body down to the middle of her thighs, hiding the red lace garment underneath. Whilst they might have hidden their modesty for the most part, there was no hiding the fact both of their faces were flushed with exhaustion and sexual gratificationβ¦nor was there any disguising the fact Katie was stood with her legs crossed in a desperate attempt to stop Steveβs release from dribbling down her leg. And then just to make it even more obvious, Katieβs shredded red lace panties were dumped in the middle of the floor right by her discarded heelsβ¦
βJesus Christβ¦β Emmy mumbled, backing out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Katie and Steve glanced at one another, and Katie burst out laughing at the look of utter horror on Steveβs face.
βCheer up Steveβ¦β she patted his chest βCould have been worse.β
βSeriously?β Β he blinked βWhat could be worse than basically being caught in flagrante by our daughter and that boy?β
βOk, first off, his name is Peteβ¦and actually I can think of a few things.β Katie shrugged, bending down to pick up her shoes and her destroyed underwear βHad she come in like 2 minutes earlier sheβd have caught us in a much more compromising positionβ¦or even worse than that, we could have walked in on her.β
βDoll, just donβt!β Steve held his hand up, giving a groan.
Katie laughed and made her way to the door. βIβm going upstairs to clean up and get in bed, can you bring me a bottle of water up please?β
Steve sighed and nodded, watching her go. Taking a deep breath he wandered into the kitchen were Emmy was stood scowling, leaning against the kitchen counter as she glared as his topless form, Pete hastily averting his eyes.
βYou two are disgusting.β Emmy shook her head βItβs bad enough hearing you in your bedroom butβ¦fucking hell Dad!β
βWatch your mouth Emily.β Steve said sternly as he felt the heat rising in his neck. He made his way to the fridge, pulling out two bottles of water before he straightened up. βWe werenβt expecting you back so early.β
βClearly.β Emmy arched an eyebrow.
βYou know what?β Steveβs temper flared a little βThis is mine and your Maβs house, and well, frankly, weβll do what we want, where we want.β
At that Peter gave a little cough and pushed himself up off the counter, βIβm gonnaβ¦yeahβ¦β he said, pointing to the utility room door βIβll be in the cabin Em.β
Neither Steve nor Emmy paid him any attention as he scuttled off, the door clicking shut behind him.
βDad!β Emmy spluttered, her face in her hand as she shook her head βThat was so embarrassing!β
βWell it wasnβt exactly a barrel of laughs for us either you know Em!β Steve groaned βLike, seriously, why did you even come in here anyway? You donβt need to come through the house to get to your annex!β
βWe were hungry.β She whined, βMom said sheβd leave us something in the fridge although frankly, now Iβve lost my appetite.β
Steve wiped a hand over his face before he shook his head, taking a deep breath βIβm gonna go up to bed. Can we just forget this happened, please?β
βIβd love to.β Emmy practically growled as she made her way towards the rear of the kitchen. βGod, I need to scrub my eyes with bleachβ¦once youβve finished using it to mop wherever you wereβ¦you know.β
Steve arched an eyebrow and that little devil on his shoulder reared his, or her as the case may be, Β head and he couldnβt help the sarcastic response as it flew from his mouth βI hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Iβd need a lot of bleach to wash down each surface of this house Iβve had your mother on.β
Emmyβs mouth fell open and she looked at him, before she let out a loud groan. βYouβre disgusting. Like, I canβt evenβ¦β
She shook her head and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. Steve shook his head, watched as the security light clicked on whilst she stormed across the back garden to her little annex and with a chuckle he made sure the door was locked and turned off the lights.
All in all it had been a damned good day now he thought about it. Heβd carved pumpkins with his kids, seen them all have a great time, eaten Italian, drunk beer, chatted to his friends, fucked his wife exceptionally well and now embarrassed his eldest.
βMission accomplishedβ¦β he snorted to himself as he took the stairs two at a two, padding across the hallway and entering his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
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Stark Spangled Forever
One Shot: The Devil Wears Nada
Summary: Steveβs fed up of getting cock blocked during what was supposed to be bit of alone time and would make a deal with the Devil herself to get some alone time with his wifeβ¦
Warning:Β SMUT SMUT SMUT- (NSFW, 18+) Like seriously, if youβre under 18 get off my blog. This is, possibly, the filthiest thing Iβve written for Steve to date!
Pairings:Β Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.
A/N:Β So this follows on directly from Bumps In The Night which was written by @sweater-daddiesdumbdorkβ as part of Stark Spangled Bannerβs Birthday Party. Give it a read, its wonderful!
If you are currently reading Stark Spangled Banner for the first time as it is being reposted then this contains MAJOR SPOILERS and I recommend you wait until youβve finished so you donβt spoil anything!
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs.Β By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
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Katie and Steve headed back inside, Katie diverting into the lounge to go and retrieve the candy off the kids before they ate too much of it in one sitting. Steve had to snort at the various cries of protests that rang round the lounge and his wifeβs stern voice telling the three children in there that she didnβt care if it was Saturday, they werenβt consuming enough E-numbers to fuel an army before bed. He made his way into the kitchen and was completely unsurprised to find Bucky already had his head buried in the fridge.
βMake yourself at home.β He deadpanned and Bucky looked at him, thrusting a beer in his direction. βGee thanks.β Steveβs dry sarcasm still present as he looked at his friend who was offering him his own fucking beer. Bucky grinned and shrugged as he passed one to Sam as well as he strode into the room, the three men popping the tops. Steve took a long pull from his as he eyed Bucky βWhy are you here?β
βRude much?β Bucky asked, his eyes still checking out the contents of the refrigerator. βWe were concerned unclesβ¦you werenβt with the kids.β
βThey were with Emmy and Queensβ Steve arched an eyebrow βPerfectly safe.β
βThey showed up on Tin Manβs doorstep.β Sam grinned βWe were halfway through studying a couple of files and they basically swamped us and said it was their last stop of the night. Bucky thought it would be fun to come back with them.β
βTo bug the crap out of me orβ¦β
βI wanted candy.β Buck shrugged.
βThen you should have gone Trick Or Treating.β Steve replied βAnd letβs face it, with a face like that, who needs a mask?β
βOuch, Stevieβ¦β Bucky looked at him as Sam chuckled in the background, before he turned his attention back to the fridge βOooh, your Missus made a cheeseboard.β
βWhat are you a fuckinβ mouse?β Sam asked as Bucky pulled out the platter, setting it on the side.
βJust βcause I appreciate the good things in life, Seagull and you canβt.β Bucky shrugged, unwrapping the film from the cheese. βYou know, Steve was just like this growing up.β
βYeah, well, now I have better taste and Iβm also big enough to kick your ass so stop eating my food and go home before I throw you out.β
βWhatβs got into you?β Bucky looked at him.
βYouβre disrupting my plans.β Steve said simply.
βWhat pl-ooooooh!β Buckβs question morphed into a noise of acknowledgment as he looked at his friend βThen you should have taken advantage of the empty house earlier.β
βSchool boy error, Cap.β Sam smirked and Steve let out a growl of frustration.
βWell our various attempts to were thwarted one way or another, and now you two punks are ruining it again.β Steve glared at them βPut the cheese back and piss off.β
Bucky smirked. βImma tell Katie youβre being nasty to me.β
Steve narrowed his eyes knowing full well the soft spot his girl had for Bucky and Sam. If she got so much as a sniff he was being a bit of a shit to either of them heβd be in for it. βYou wouldnβtβ¦β
βWouldnβt what?β
At the sound of his wifeβs voice Steve jumped and turned to see her clutching the huge bowl that had previously contained their candy by the door and now sported the combined content of their kidsβ bags, Harry toddling behind her, his eyes fixed on the prize.
βOh this is gonna be good.β Sam smirked, leaning off to the side unwrapping a Reeses which he pulled out of his pocket, slowly chewing as if watching a movie.
βHey Doll Faceβ Bucky grinned at her βSteve wonβt let me eat the cheese.β
βIgnore him, you help yourself Buck.β She waved to it as she passed Steve the bowl of candy βStop being so moody, stick that up high somewhere.β
βYou know that wonβt stop Jamie, Rori or him donβt you?β Steve looked at her as she picked Harry up who watched shrewdly as his dad placed the bowl on the top shelf of one of the cupboards βAll 3 of them had scaled the refrigerator by the time they were 2.β
βNo but it might delay them enough for us to catch them.β She shrugged, her eyes moving to Bucky who was eating a block of cheddar like it was an apple βBuck, do you want some crackers orβ¦β
Bucky nodded but Steve cut him off. βNo he doesnβt.β
βYes I do.β Bucky smirked as Katie looked at Steve, arching an eyebrow at his unusually frosty nature towards his friends. She set Harry down on the counter by Bucky who grinned at the toddler, offering him his hand in a hi-five. Harry grinned and slapped his Uncles palm before he looked at the cheese.
βAbsolutely not pal.β Steve said to him and Harry looked up.
βDinosaurs donβt eat cheese.β Bucky shook his head at Harry who stared at him and blinked before he shrugged.
βBut I hungry.β
βYou canβt possibly be.β Katie looked at her son
βI am, Momma.β
βNow look what youβve done.β Steve glared at Bucky.
βMe?β Bucky scoffed, his mouth full βWhat did I do?β
βSet him off, look, why donβt you go and eat Jenβs cheese?β Steve asked and at that there was a pause before Sam, Katie and Bucky all burst out laughing. Steve groaned βOk, that came out wrong.β
Sam snorted βthatβs what she said.β
Katie laughed harder and Bucky grinned, swallowing his mouthful as Katie headed into the pantry. βInnuendo aside, I canβt. Sheβs got something going on at the coffee shop. Bunch of teenagers doing Halloween activities or something, I donβt know. She wonβt be free until later.β He turned to Katie as she walked back in, handing him the box of crackers and he thanked her βSo I thought Iβd come see my best friends for a beer seeing as itβs not even half 8 on a Saturday yet.β
Katie smiled at him βYou two are always welcome here, you know that. Isnβt that right Steve.β
Steve fixed a smile on his face and glared at Bucky who was positively beaming at the fact he knew he was being a cock-block. βCourse it is honey, course.β
βRight my little Jurassic baby!β Katie picked Harry up and he giggled, the hood of his dinosaur costume falling over his eyes. βBath time.
βNo bath, Momma.β Harry shook his head furiously, looking up at her as she pushed the clothing back off his head.βI have one tomorrow.β
Katie looked at him, βYour face is filthy.β
βWash my face then.β He looked at her and Katie raised her eyebrows and looked at Steve who chuckled.
βWanna help me out here, Daddy?β Katie asked and Steve looked at his son.
βHey, Buddy, how about Momma washes your face tonight but youβre having a bath first thing in the morning.β Steve looked at Harry as his son considered it for a second. It was late after all. Skipping bath night one evening wouldnβt kill him.
βDealβ Harry nodded, holding his hand out. Steve shook it as Bucky and Sam both gave snorts.
βYou need a hand?β Steve asked.
βNo, I got it.β Katie shook her head βIβll get him sorted. You can send Rori and Jamie up in fifteen though.β
βSure.β Steve nodded.
βSay goodnight Harry.β Katie said, turning round so Harry could see Sam and Bucky.
βGoodnight Harry.β He grinned, before he cackled at his usual joke. The tot had no idea why it was funny, but when he had first said it, it had cracked both Katie and Steve up so now he seemed to say it every night. Bucky and Sam obligingly laughed as Steve dropped kiss to his sonβs head, before pecking Katieβs cheek as she carried him out of the kitchen.
****
Half an hour later, after Rori had done one final parade around the kitchen in her princess cat outfit, beaming when Bucky had declared her the βprettiest kitty cat in all the worldβ and Steve had once more told her βno, you canβt have a real catβ, all the kids were clean and in their rooms. Harry and Rori were both tucked up in bed, lights off, whilst Jamie was watching TV with a warning from Steve that he had thirty minutes before it was time to turn it off. Steve knew Jamie would listen, it was part of the deal that he got to have a little time like that in his room as he was the eldest one now. Jamie took it seriously, knowing full well that abusing said privilege would mean it was revoked just as it had been a few weeks months when heβd been giving Steve some serious back chat and cheek. Steve had sent him to his room and Jamie had simply shrugged responding sarcastically βFine, Iβll go watch my TV, what a huge punishment.βΒ
Steve had seen red and headed straight into the garage before coming back with a pair of pliers. Heβd walked straight into Jamieβs room, cut the plug off the TV leaving his son staring at him, open mouthed as he breezed out of the room with a simple βwatch it now, smart assβ¦β
The four adults were all sat in the lounge, sprawled across the various sofas with a drink each as the fire roared giving the large living room a cosy, homely feel. Stark was stretched out on the rug in front of the fire, snoring slightly, and the stereo was on playing a little background music whilst the rain pattered against the large ceiling to floor windows. Steve adored this time of year for precisely this reason. Katie snuggled under his arm, her back resting against him as she lay stretched out down the cushions, his arm looped around her crossing her chest. The hand that wasnβt holding her wine was gently rubbing over his forearm, her nails softly skating across the skin. Steve dropped a kiss to her head as they both listened to Sam who was recalling how Bucky had ended up with a load of candy stuck on the hand of his metal arm without realising, which he had then stuck in his hair when heβd run his hand through it.
βHe cried like a bitch when I was pulling the gummy bears out.β Sam grinned and Steve tipped his head back, a huge laugh rumbling through his chest as Bucky glared at him.
βPunk.β He looked at Steve who simply smirked and took a drink from his bottle
βYou know, I gotta say that these kids take it to the next level nowadays.β Sam swallowed a mouthful of beer. βI mean, some of those costumes are awesome. We saw a really cool Iron Man who had the reactor in his chest all lit up.β
Katie smiled βYeah, Tony does seem to be a popular choice.β
βWe got a Captain America.β Steve offered, not one to be out-done and Katie smirked to herself, βAnd by that I mean when it was me, or I was it, whatever. He may or may not have gotten extra candy.β
Sam and Bucky chuckled and Katie sipped her wine before she tilted her head back and looked up at Steve.
"At least we got no clowns this year..." Katie smirked and at the mere thought Steve shuddered and Bucky let out a huge snort.
"What...you're scared of clowns?" Sam looked at Steve but before he could answer Bucky jumped in.
"He ainβt just scared man, he's petrified. When we were about 8 and my folks took us to Coney, this guy dressed as a clown tried to give Steve a balloon and he ran away, but the best thing wasβ¦β Bucky leaned forward, his words coming between his howls of laughter βthis clown kept doing it up until Steve was about 18 because he was so small and looked like a 10 year old.β
βFuck you.β Steve narrowed his eyes at Bucky as he and Sam fell about laughing. Katie kissed his arm and sat up, pointing at Bucky.
βStop making fun of himβ¦he was cute when he was a smol bean.β
βThanks baby.β Steve grinned, pressing a kiss to her head.Β
βCoulrophobiaβ Sam nodded sagely, βQuite common actually.β
βIβm not surprised.β Steve shook his head βTheyβre horrible. I mean, who on earth ever thought they were suitable as entertainment?β
"I dunno, it was kind of entertaining when Jamie dressed up as one.β Katie smiled and Steve physically shivered at the mere memory of that particular HalloweenΒ
βWait, what?β Bucky asked, looking at Katie and Steve groaned as he steeled himself once more to be the brunt of a joke.
βYou seen IT?β Katie asked, βAs in the newest one?β
Bucky nodded, grinning βA particular favourite of mine and Jenβsβ¦.although last time we watched it we kinda got distracted.β He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Katie snorted.
βDonβt wanna know,β she shook her head as Sam Hi-fived Bucky βbut anyway, we had a Halloween party about 9 years ago at Tonyβs. Emmy asked if she could be in charge of hers and Jamieβs outfits so we said yes. Little did we knows sheβd had a little help from my dearest brother and just as we were about to set offβ¦β she snorted and started to laugh βthey come down the stairs and Jamieβs dressed in the BEST Pennywise outfit Iβve ever seen.β
Buckyβs face split into a huge grin as Katie continued to laugh, shaking her head.
βSo heβs toddling towards Steve and his faceβ¦β she stopped talking, as her laughter was now uncontrollable and she shook her head and Steve sighed.
βItβs not funny.β
βIt is.β She stuttered, wiping her eyes. She took a deep breath βYou stood there stock still, this look of utter horror on your face and I knew you were fighting the urge to turn and runβ¦β
At that Bucky and Sam both burst out into laughter and Steve shook his head. βHe was so upset when I wouldnβt pick him up.β
βYou stopped the car at the top of the street because you couldnβt drive as you kept seeing him in the mirrorβ¦β Katie howled, tipping her head back in absolute, unadulterated laughter and Steve shook his head.
βItβs a phobiaβ¦β he looked at her βI canβt help it, any more than you can about spiders.β
βHorrible eight legged bastards.β She shuddered as her laughter died down. βBut you know the way to my heartβ¦β
βKiss you often, fuck you well, feed you snacks and kill the spiders.β he recited, grinning as she chuckled βI know Doll, I know.β
****
Despite his best laid plans going to shit, Steve had to admit it was a nice evening as all four of them chatted and laughed but by the time Bucky and Sam left some two hours later, Katie had already gone up to bed about 15 minutes prior saying she was tired which meant Steve was now very doubtful heβd be fucking her well at all. Cursing Trick Or Treaters, counter surfing dogs, hungry babies and cheese eating, beer drinking friends he cleared the empty bottles off the coffee table and dumped them in the recycling before he let Stark out into the back yard so he could do his business. Steve stood watching him, the cold October air biting at his skin a little as he glanced up at the now clear sky, the rain having stopped roughly half an hour or so ago. He couldnβt believe it was November tomorrow.Β Another year almost done with. They were flying by, far too quickly for his liking.Β
This year had marked seven years since theyβd reversed the snap and it still seemed like only yesterday since heβd walked away from it all and passed the shield to Sam, settling down into the domestic life heβd never dreamed in a million years heβd get. He was jerked from his thoughts when Stark walked back up to him, nudging his hand with his cold, wet nose and he smiled, petting the dogβs head as he walked past him into the little laundry room and sat obediently waiting for his paws to be dried. Steve shut the door, locking it and then towelled the dog down before the tan and white mutt shot off through the kitchen and into the hall. Steve heard his collar jangling as he bounded up the stairs to Jamieβs room whilst he himself made his way through to the lounge. The fire was still going, but he knew it would die down over night and he was just moving the grate to the front of it to avoid any embers spilling onto the floor when his ears picked up footsteps on the stairs. He instantly knew they were Katieβs and found himself smirking a little. Maybe he was gonna get a little frisky after all. And then he heard her walking across the hall and frowned, because it sounded like she was in heels.
βHoney?β he called, standing up straight and turning to see his wife leaning against the door frame, one arm extended above her head, the other hand falling to her hips as she looked at him, biting her lip. Steve felt his mouth drop open as he took in her appearance. She was indeed wearing heels, a pair of sparkly, high heeled red Jimmy Choos- her βRuby Slippersβ as Rori dubbed them, and his eyes scanned up her bare legs to the hem of the sheer, red negligee which finished mid-thigh. He could see the outline of a pair of matching, red lace panties underneath as he continued to take in her appearance. The top of the garment was low cut, her cleavage amplified somewhat as her breasts swelled over the lace cups and he swallowed as he felt his cock twitch whilst he simply stared at her, slack jawed. Fuck, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his entire life and when she did stuff like thisβ¦Jesus.
He glanced at her face, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves and it was then he noticed that on the top of her head sat a pair of fake red horns. Steveβs mouth curled up in sinful grin as Katie gave a dirty giggle, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as Steve strode towards her purposefully, one thing on his mind.
βRead to sell your soul to the Devil, Solider?β she asked and Steve let out a chuckle as he stopped in front of her, his hands gripping her hips
βI sold it to you years ago, Doll.β
She grinned at him as he pulled her closer, his fingers curling against her gentle curves, tangling in the soft material of the negligee as he dropped his head to hers, kissing her deeply. Her hands smoothed over the top of his grey Henley coming to rest on his chest as he curled one arm around her waist, pulling her closer. At the feel of her pressed against him, Steve let out a soft moan
βGod Iβve been waiting for this all nightβ he mumbled and Katie grinned against his lips.
βWell like I tell the kids, a little patience goes a long way Stevie.β she purred and Steve shrugged, his hands dropping to the back of her thighs as he easily lifted her, her heel-clad legs wrapping around his waist.
βAnd as you know when it comes to you baby girl, I have very little self-control.β
βDonβt I know it, thereβs reason we have 4 biological kids.β she pondered for a moment and Steve laughed as her lips met his again and her hands raked into his hair, her nails biting gently against his scalp.
With steady strides, Steve carried her over to the spot in front of the fireplace where he gently set her on her feet and knelt in front of her. The light of the fire cast a bronze glow against her smooth skin and taking his time to simply enjoy the moment, his hands traced up the back of her calves to her thighs, his touch feather light as he reached up to her ass. He gave her flesh a squeeze before pulling her forward a little and her hands reached out to rest on his shoulders for support as he pushed his head under the bottom of the lace garment, nose skimming along the waistband of her panties. He peppered hot, open mouthed kisses across her soft skin, before he dropped his head lower and nudged his nose over her covered mound. She whimpered a little as he brushed her nub and her hips moved forward, seeking him out.
βNow whoβs impatient?β He looked up at her and she glanced down, arching an eyebrow.
βIt may have escaped your noticeβ¦β she took a deep breath βMy self-control is also pretty non-existent around you too.β
βWell, Iβm not one to keep a lady waitingβ Steve smirked and in a swift movement he hooked an arm round her waist causing her to shriek a little before she laughed as he deposited her gently on the rug, caging her with his arms. He glanced down at her, brunette waves fanning out over the light grey and black of the soft tuft wool and leaned down, his nose nudging against hers.
βYou know I love you, donβt you?β
βOf course I do.β she frowned a little, as Steve brushed his lips over hers.
βGood, now remember that. Because Iβm about to fuck you like I donβt.β
Katie barely had time to register what he said before heβd moved down her body, hands skating up the outside of her thighs where his fingers bunched in her panties. With a sharp tug heβd snapped the elastic and tossed them to one side, grabbing her ankles and moving her feet so they were planted on the floor, the heels she was wearing caused her pelvis to raise up off her floor slightly. Without another word he pushed her knees apart and his mouth was on her, and he wasnβt holding back.
Katieβs body jolted as she let out a soft sigh of his name which was laced with satisfaction as he set his mouth to work, devouring her with the enthusiasm of a man starved, which in all fairness he was. He was low key horny around her all the time and heβd been sporting a fucking semi pretty much since the first time theyβd been interrupted that evening. Having her so close yet out of reach all night so to speak had driven him wild.
His tongue licked, and lapped, flicked and curled over and over and Katieβs groans and pants grew louder and louder as he worked her into a frenzy. She curled the fingers of one hand into his hair, the other gripping at the rug underneath her as she arched her back even more, pushing herself against his face as her head began to spin. The contrast of his short beard scratching at her sensitive skin to his soft tongue and mouth was sending her entire body into overdrive and Steve could tell. He gently grazed her bud with his teeth, inserting 2 fingers inside her, both actions causing her hips to violently buck, her nails dug further into his scalp and he gave a chuckle which vibrated against her clit causing her to groan loudly.
βJesus Christ Steveβ¦β she panted, looking down at him. He peeked up from between her legs, a cheeky glint in his eyes which shimmered in the light of the fire, full of a blaze of their own as he continued, his tongue flicking at her entrance, before he sucked on her bud and then she was gone. Her legs trembled as her hand pulled his hair, almost to the point it was painful as she gave a loud cry, her other hand reaching to his head as she used both to push him away from her sensitive sex. He moved his head back but his fingers stayed exactly where they were, curling against the soft sponge of her walls as she clamped down around them, giving a little groan as she did, her legs flopping down flat on the floor. With a smug sense of satisfaction at having undone her to the extent he had, Steve pushed himself up, wiping his wet face with the back of his forearm and crawled over her, cupping her cheeks, kissing her again, his tongue tangling against hers. Katie moaned wantonly into his mouth as she could taste her arousal as his mouth dominated hers before he pulled back, his thumb and forefinger gently gripping her chin making her eyes open and lock onto his.
βOn your knees sweetheart.β His tone was low as he used his Captainβs voice to issue the instruction, telling her not to argue. Not that she would, as mouthy and stubborn as she was this was the one area of their relationship in which she was always willing to surrender to him completely. With a graceful movement she pulled her legs back towards her and turned her body, rising to her knees, palms planted on the floor.
Steve pushed the waistband of his sweats and boxers down before he moved his hands to her hips, pulling her back with a swift action, placing one palm on the base of her back. With the other he took his throbbing cock in his hand, gave himself a few quick strokes before he lined himself up. With a snap of his hips he buried himself in her heat, balls deep, jolting her forward. The rumble from his throat slipped out of his mouth at the relief of finally being inside her, drowning her cries out.
His pace was relentless from the outset, just as it had been when heβd worked her with his mouth and his hands gripped her waist tightly as he drove in and out of her over and over, in fast, deep movements, pulling her back onto him with each thrust he made. He watched her face as her head fell forward between her arms, her bottom lip clamped between her lip, eyes closed in pleasure, those dirty little noises she made joined the sound of skin slapping skin as he did just as heβd said he was going to do, and fucked her hard.
It was raw, animalistic even, and a far cry from the usual way Steve liked to love on her but hell, it felt just as good to Katie as anything he ever did and after a particularly deep drive she cried out, fisting her hands into the rug, as she felt him bend over her, his large frame crowding hers from behind.
βGod you feel so good babyβ¦β he groaned, his chest was pressed to her back, his mouth nipping at that spot on her neck as she felt the heat pooling in her belly again. In an almost automatic movement, her head rolled to the left, allowing him access to her neck where he nipped and sucked at her skin, her gasps growing louder as he continued to thrust. βSo fuckinβ goodβ¦β
As he spoke, Steve reached up and wrapped one large hand around her neck, tipping her face round to his so he could kiss her. It was all Katie could do to kiss him back, allowing him to control the pace as she was completely gone, the sensations lancing through her body had left her totally pliant to his ministrations.
βCaptainβ¦β she panted softly against his mouth as Steve gave an almost pathetic whine at the sound of that name slipping from her throat as he continued to push into her, driving deep before he stilled, his hips flush to her ass. Katie gave a squeak as he rotated his hips, letting go of her neck and pushing himself back up as his hand slid down her body, between her legs drawing a long wail of delight from her mouth as he fondled her bud, βShitβ¦Iβmβ¦Steve Iβm gonna...β
βGo on, come for me babyβ¦β he hissed, his jaw clenched, the sweat beading on his brow as he rutted forward again, once more grinding against her βGive it to me, let goβ¦β
With a last, loud, filthy lament she came, hard, her knees almost buckling, but Steveβs arm quickly looped around her waist holding her up as she blissed out completely, the entire world fading around her as she felt nothing but the familiar hot, warm pleasure as her abdomen contracted and relaxed as her walls spasmed around him over and over.
βGood girl.β he praised as he continued thrusting through, the heat in his own belly now beginning to spike even more, βSuch a good girl for me.β
Katie preened at his praise, relaxing slightly as he bent over and kissed her neck once more, picking up the pace slightly. And then, she pushed back suddenly catching Steve off guard, sending him sprawling onto his back. She went with him, his cock still stuffed inside her, her back sliding on his chest as he continued to fuck up into her, his knees bent, feet flat on the floor. Katieβs head fell back against his shoulder, her face tilting to kiss his as she lay on him, legs spread, feet planted either side of his hips. His hand crept over her stomach, dipping into her folds as his fingers and palm furiously toyed and played with her, brushing against his shaft as he rocked in and out of his wife.
βSteveβ¦β she whined βI canβtβ¦itβs too muchβ¦β
βYou got one more in youβ¦β he all but growled, βI know you do. And Iβm taking it, whether you want me to or not.β
True to his word he continued his unyielding assault on her senses and before long her breathing had risen and his name was slipping from Katieβs lips in that familiar staccato pant. She gave in, and this time the climax almost feeble but still just as pleasurable as she fluttered around him. At the feel of her round him, and the sound of the exhausted, sultry groan she let out into his hear Steve was done for, and with a final, violent buck upwards he came, biting down gently on her shoulder, muffling the noises of satisfaction and pleasure that rolled from the back of his throat.
The pair of them lay still, chests heaving Β and Katie licked her lips, eyes closed as she waited for her body to gain some form of control over itself. After a little while, she felt Steveβs hands gently slid up her side to the outside of her arms, giving a gentle rub as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
βYou ok?β he asked.
Katie hummed a little and grinned, tipping her face round to look at him βIβll sayβ¦that wasβ¦β
βYeahβ¦β Steve nodded, the pair of them chuckling. βIt was worth the wait.β
Katieβs head lolled back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes again. Not wanting to move just yet, the feeling of her lay over the top of him whilst he was still buried inside her was too nice, Steve wrapped his arms around her front as he shifted slightly so he could press a kiss to her lips. She wiggled her hips a little and he gave a low grunt at the sensation and he looked at her as she arched an eyebrow.
βYou want more?β he asked, his voice low and she fixed him with a look that was half suggestive, half apprehension as to whether she could actually take anymore. Steve grinned and pressed his lips back to hers, the kiss deepening as he felt himself starting to grow hard inside her again, and just as he had pushed her up into a sitting position, backwards on his lap, the security system sounded and the front door clicked open.
Katieβs head turned back to look at him over her shoulder, both faces sporting expressions of utter horror as Emmy and Peterβs voices drifted up the hall.
βShitβ¦β Katie jumped up, glancing down at herself as Steve scrambled to his feet, tucking himself into his pants, hastily yanking at the crotch in an attempt to make them a little less snug, so to speak.
βGive me your shirtβ¦β Katie hissed and he reached over, grabbing a fistful of it in his hand. Yanking it over his head he tossed it to her and she shoved it on over her skimpy little outfit, before she kicked off her heels, and sheβd just smoothed her hair down when the door to the lounge opened. Emmy and Peter stopped dead. Peter hastily turned away as Emmyβs eyes roved over Steveβs shirtless form, then to Katie who was stood in his Henley which thankfully was big enough to cover her body down to the middle of her thighs, hiding the red lace garment underneath. Whilst they might have hidden their modesty for the most part, there was no hiding the fact both of their faces were flushed with exhaustion and sexual gratificationβ¦nor was there any disguising the fact Katie was stood with her legs crossed in a desperate attempt to stop Steveβs release from dribbling down her leg. And then just to make it even more obvious, Katieβs shredded red lace panties were dumped in the middle of the floor right by her discarded heelsβ¦
βJesus Christβ¦β Emmy mumbled, backing out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Katie and Steve glanced at one another, and Katie burst out laughing at the look of utter horror on Steveβs face.
βCheer up Steveβ¦β she patted his chest βCould have been worse.β
βSeriously?β Β he blinked βWhat could be worse than basically being caught in flagrante by our daughter and that boy?β
βOk, first off, his name is Peteβ¦and actually I can think of a few things.β Katie shrugged, bending down to pick up her shoes and her destroyed underwear βHad she come in like 2 minutes earlier sheβd have caught us in a much more compromising positionβ¦or even worse than that, we could have walked in on her.β
βDoll, just donβt!β Steve held his hand up, giving a groan.
Katie laughed and made her way to the door. βIβm going upstairs to clean up and get in bed, can you bring me a bottle of water up please?β
Steve sighed and nodded, watching her go. Taking a deep breath he wandered into the kitchen were Emmy was stood scowling, leaning against the kitchen counter as she glared as his topless form, Pete hastily averting his eyes.
βYou two are disgusting.β Emmy shook her head βItβs bad enough hearing you in your bedroom butβ¦fucking hell Dad!β
βWatch your mouth Emily.β Steve said sternly as he felt the heat rising in his neck. He made his way to the fridge, pulling out two bottles of water before he straightened up. βWe werenβt expecting you back so early.β
βClearly.β Emmy arched an eyebrow.
βYou know what?β Steveβs temper flared a little βThis is mine and your Maβs house, and well, frankly, weβll do what we want, where we want.β
At that Peter gave a little cough and pushed himself up off the counter, βIβm gonnaβ¦yeahβ¦β he said, pointing to the utility room door βIβll be in the cabin Em.β
Neither Steve nor Emmy paid him any attention as he scuttled off, the door clicking shut behind him.
βDad!β Emmy spluttered, her face in her hand as she shook her head βThat was so embarrassing!β
βWell it wasnβt exactly a barrel of laughs for us either you know Em!β Steve groaned βLike, seriously, why did you even come in here anyway? You donβt need to come through the house to get to your annex!β
βWe were hungry.β She whined, βMom said sheβd leave us something in the fridge although frankly, now Iβve lost my appetite.β
Steve wiped a hand over his face before he shook his head, taking a deep breath βIβm gonna go up to bed. Can we just forget this happened, please?β
βIβd love to.β Emmy practically growled as she made her way towards the rear of the kitchen. βGod, I need to scrub my eyes with bleachβ¦once youβve finished using it to mop wherever you wereβ¦you know.β
Steve arched an eyebrow and that little devil on his shoulder reared his, or her as the case may be, Β head and he couldnβt help the sarcastic response as it flew from his mouth βI hate to break it to you sweetheart, but Iβd need a lot of bleach to wash down each surface of this house Iβve had your mother on.β
Emmyβs mouth fell open and she looked at him, before she let out a loud groan. βYouβre disgusting. Like, I canβt evenβ¦β
She shook her head and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. Steve shook his head, watched as the security light clicked on whilst she stormed across the back garden to her little annex and with a chuckle he made sure the door was locked and turned off the lights.
All in all it had been a damned good day now he thought about it. Heβd carved pumpkins with his kids, seen them all have a great time, eaten Italian, drunk beer, chatted to his friends, fucked his wife exceptionally well and now embarrassed his eldest.
βMission accomplishedβ¦β he snorted to himself as he took the stairs two at a two, padding across the hallway and entering his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
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In The Club - 1
cw: bit of smut, alcohol consumption, think thatβs all, terrible writing but thatβs a given
(8.8k iβm so sorry, the other chapters wonβt be this long i promise)
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Fucking your friend is never as problem-free as you convince yourself it will be. Sure, it starts out simply enough; two horny people agreeing to a moment of need-driven desperation. If you are lucky, the sex is terrible and forms the basis of just another inside joke between you. However, if you are truly unfortunate, the sex is fantastic and addictive and so convenient that you convince yourself it is an ideal situation.
βFuck me,β I groan blissfully as the cool night air smacks against my exposed flesh.
Β Despite still not falling into the habit, the smoking area of any club quickly becomes my sanctuary on any given night out. Something about the space feels sacred and sinful at once, a free zone of communal naughtiness.
Β Its more than that. The haze-filled space offers a welcome reprieve, whether that be from thumping beats, one drink too many, or lecherous advances. Standing outside in my sanctuary, breathing in a mixture of second-hand smoke and crisp, late August air; I feel at peace. My eyelids flutter closed and my head rolls back until my chin is parallel with the night sky.
Β Its cold. Β We knew it would be before we came out, the idea of a summer in London feeling like some sick joke as we rallied around each other to avoid bringing jackets to avoid wasting time in a queue for the cloakroom. The eveningβs chill does not bother me, instead, I appreciate the way it sinks into my skin, chilling the heat being pumped through my veins. The beads of sweat in my hairline begin to dissipate as the soft breeze caresses every piece of bare skin.
Β βYou alright there, babe?β I hear Harry ask, promptly reminding me that I am not alone despite being in my own little world.
Β A smile pulls across my face, but I take a second to breathe one final inhale of tranquillity before meeting his gaze. He is grinning at me, clearly finding amusement in my cooling down process. If his use of the name βbabeβ had fallen on deaf ears, the toothy grin and glazed look in his eyes would quickly clear up any confusion as to his state of intoxication.
Β The sweet boy is pissed.
Β As he has every right to be. Tonight marks the first night in months he has accepted an invitation to come out. Do not get me wrong, Harry is an inspiration for his dedication to his work and it is obvious that creating music is his path in life, his primary passion, but man have I missed him. The past month has been the worst, almost every offer to spend time together being met with a consolatory βHave to work sorry :(β text message. Despite knowing that this was the truth, and would only last a little while longer until his newest album was fully wrapped, it still stung not being able to relax after a long week with a bottle of wine, some horrendous film, and one of my best friends. But the album is done, fully mastered and now just awaited final approval before being birthed to the world. Now, I have my boy back.
Β βIβm so happy you came,β I tell him, wrapping my arms clumsily around his neck.
Β I feel a breath of laughter against my hair as he pulls me into a tight hug. The two of us sway enthusiastically together, likely encouraged by a mixture of spirits but happy, nonetheless.
Β Pulling away from him I press a quick kiss to his lips, hands on his cheeks squeezing his face gleefully. This is not the first time I have kissed Harry during our two-year long friendship. The two of us even went through a brief period of kissing each other hello, up until just over a year ago. So, it is little shock to the rest of our friendship group when we share a few giggle-fuelled smooches.
Β βGet a room,β Deb laughs, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette with an amused eyeroll.
Β βSome people would pay good money to see this sweet action.β Harry teases, a hand gripping my hip and pulling my body flush against his to prove his point.
Β I would be lying to myself if I said his body did not feel good against mine, that his lips donβt spread warmth through my chest, but so does gin.
Β βTanyaβs having afters at herβs, anyone fancy it?β Bri asks, wobbling on weakened ankles as she walks over to us, arms wrapped tightly around her petite frame to fight the cold.
Β The question is indirectly aimed at Deb, something only Harry and I seem to notice, a smirk shared between the two of us at this realisation. It is the same pattern every time we go out and the night starts to draw to a close. The potential for an end to the evening is too much for them, not wanting to say goodbye to each other, but not having enough courage to specifically ask the other to spend time together. So, the roll of cupid falls on my shoulders once again.
Β The moment I hear Deb agree to go with Bri, I speak up, βNo way am I staying up until five with you two chain-smokers. Iβm going home.β
Β βSo boring,β Bri teases, a grateful look in her eyes. I send her a quick wink when Deb is distracted, asking Harry if he will join.
Β βNah, think Iβll skip it as well. Make sure this one gets home alright.β He responds, a gentle squeeze to the flesh of my hips.
Β βSure,β Deb smirks before turning to Bri.
Β The two women look at each other for a moment, a soft haze of smoke and stifled attraction surrounding them.
Β βHave a good time,β I interrupt, snapping them out of their unintentional staring contest. Each gives me a hug, desperate to hide their pinkened cheeks from the other. βBe safe, I love you both.β
Β βYou too!β Bri hollers as they begin to walk away.
Β βUse protection!β Deb shouts across the crowded area, eliciting embarrassed giggles from Harry and myself as we hide our faces in the otherβs neck.
Β βYou staying at mine tonight?β I query as I lift my head from the crook of his neck. βMissed having you round.β
Β βIβd love that,β Harry says, pressing a kiss to my forehead, βWant to go now?β
Β I nod and smile as he finishes the last of his drink in one gulp, Adamβs apple bobbing harshly. A large drop spills from the corner of his mouth and he clumsily wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. His hand slips into mine as we cut through the crowd in the same direction as Deb and Bri
Β A smirk graces my lips as I picture the pair sat in a car together, completely oblivious to their mutual attraction. Since the moment they were introduced at my birthday party a few years back, they have tiptoed around each other, both deeply infatuated but too scared to make the first move. Sometimes I worry that they are too similar for their own good, that they will dance around the subject forever.
Β βWho do you think will make the first move?β I ask Harry as we walk to find a nearby takeaway, my body on autopilot as Harry leads me through quiet London backstreets.
Β βProbably me.β Harry says absentmindedly, focussing the majority of his attention on checking the road is clear before we cross.
Β βDeb or Bri, idiot.β I chuckle, my legs working overtime as I try to keep instep with his long strides.
Β βOh, Deb, guaranteed.β Harry posits, holding the door to the almost empty chip shop open for me to step inside.
Β βIβm not so sure,β I say as we join the queue, the group of girls in front of us swaying, most holding their high heels as they discuss condiments. βAt uni, Deb was always too shy to go up to girls, so I had to do it for her, but Briβs a model you know, confidence kind of comes with the territory.β
Β βNot necessarily. Bet you a tenner itβs Deb.β He smirks, hand already outstretched to shake mine.
Β βYouβre on,β I shake his hand firmly, the mischievous twinkle in his eye charming me more than I would like to admit. βWant to split some chips?β
Β * * *
Β By the time we pile into my flat, the food is almost cold, the two of us quickly chowing down as we collapse on to the sofa. We work like a well-oiled machine, falling into our habits of pouring water, kicking our shoes off, and switching on some late-night television.
Β βI know Iβve said this a hundred times,β I start softly as my wild eyes attempt to focus on him under the dim light, βBut itβs so good to see you. Iβve missed you, man.β
Β βCβmere,β Harry grins, pulling me into a tight squeeze before we settle side by side into the cushions. βBeen meaning to tell you, you look great tonight.β Harry smiles cheekily.
Β βYou going to try and snog me again?β I tease through a mouthful of chips.
Β βYou do look irresistible right now.β Harry chimes, wiping a smudge of ketchup from the corner of my mouth before popping his finger in his mouth to clean it.
Β There is a brief pause, a second or so of silence before Harry speaks again, picking through the box of chips for the perfect one.
Β βI liked kissing you.β
Β βDo it again then.β I tease, wondering if he will take the bait or laugh it off.
Β Turning in his seat until he is facing me, a curious smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. For a second, his lips pucker in thought.
Β It is all I can do not to let out a little breath of laughter. The situation is bizarre, undoubtedly. Yet, there is a distinct sensation of calm filtering through my body, as though no matter the outcome, I would be satisfied.
Β βI shouldnβtβ¦ Havenβt had sex in months, scared it might stir up something in me.β With that, he turns his attention to the TV, slouching down into the sofa cushions.
Β βHarry,β I utter softly.
Β βHmm?β he asks, my gaze fixed on his jaw as he clenches and releases it absentmindedly.
Β βKiss me.β
Β Turning to face me yet again, this time with an incredibly serious look on his face, his eyes dark and stern. While he observes me, I take a sip of my water. His eyes follow me intensely, watching my lips part before lowering the glass and swallowing, his throat bobbing with mine.
Β βAre you sure?β
Β βBeyond sure.β I tell him with enough confidence for the both of us.
Β Our lips meet somewhere between us, lazily melting together as we sink into the sofa cushions. We move in a blur, arms around each other, hands caressing faces.
Β Our clothes tangle as we hastily undress ourselves, giggling as the garments collide on their way to the living room floor.
Β βThis is stupid, isnβt it?β Harry grins before connecting our lips over and over.
Β βCompletely.β I smirk between tequila-flavoured kisses.
Β βCondom?β he asks, voice slightly muffled by the flesh of my shoulder.
Β βImplant.β I tell him breathlessly, mentally reminding myself of my appointment to get it replaced next week.
Β Harry just nods into the crook of my neck, a hand reaching down to position himself. The giggles fade away as we become fully connected, slipping naturally into a symbiotic amalgamation of limbs and lips. It is hasty and sweaty, each of our movements oozing with lust. Our bodies work quickly with one another, only personal need driving us until we pull our clothes back on.
Β βNice.β I tease, reaching my hand out for a high-five.
Β βLoser.β Harry laughs, pulling me into his side. A quick kiss is pressed to my temple and we turn back to the television as if nothing had happened.
Β * * *
Β The morning after, us having sex has already turned into a private joke. The two of us teasing one another relentlessly as we nurse our hangovers with a fry up.
Β βNever going to be able to look at you the same way, not after seeing your face when I made youββ
Β βMade me? I donβt think you could make me do anything.β I interrupt, bumping Harryβs hip with my own as I plate up our late breakfast.
Β βThat so?β he replies, a smirk strongly evident in his voice.
Β I am about to reply when his hands slip around my waist from behind, gently raising until they cup the underneath of my breasts.
Β βDo you want to eat or not?β I laugh, motioning to the pan of eggs in one of my hands and the spatula in the other.
Β βFine.β He grins, giving my boobs a quick, soft squeeze before moving away.
Β We sit down on the barstool by the island and I instantly dig in, desperate to eat away the throbbing in my head.
Β βBriβs sad because she didnβt make a move on Deb.β Harry tells me as he types a response quickly on his phone.
Β βTelling her about last night to cheer her up?β I joke. Harry pauses, locking his phone and placing it down on the cool granite surface.
Β βGod, can you imagine how much shit theyβd give us if they found out?β
Β βI wonβt tell if you donβt.β I offer a hand for him to shake.
Β βDeal.β He says quickly, stretching out his own hand to meet mine.
Β * * *
Β It isnβt until a few weeks later that I get to see Harry again. Work consumes us both as always. Harry finalises a promotion timeline for his new album while I travel across Sicily, working with temperamental models in the baking summer sun. I spend the first day back at home, lazing on the sofa and doing laundry. Almost immediately upon exiting the plane, I miss the heat. Late summer in London provides to be drizzle-filled and grey for the majority of the time. The only time sunshine rears its head is the day of Harryβs party. Typical, really. That man even has mother nature on his side.
Β After a sluggish and jetlagged day spent doing laundry and replying to emails, I drink as much caffeine as possible before heading over to Harryβs place. He had wanted tonight to be as intimate as possible. Only family, friends and a few members of the production team received the invitation to his house to hear his new album before the public get their hands on it. The select few of us, after checking our names with the security team at the gatehouse, make our way through the enclosed community, walking right in through his unlocked front door.
Β Once inside, I cannot help the smirk that tugs at my lips as I imagine Harry organising this party. The house is covered in pink and blue like a fancy gender reveal and all I can picture is a roll of tape between Harryβs teeth as he insisted on hanging streamers himself.
Β Quickly, I am distracted by the dΓ©cor when a table filled with flutes of champagne catches my eye. With one in my hand, I turn a corner and see him immediately. He stands in the centre of the lounge while those around him sit dotted around the space, watching as he speaks animatedly. His hands move about wildly as he talks, eliciting laughter from the room as he continues to tell a story I already recognise. Just as he reaches the climax of the tale, his gaze floats towards me. Joy seems to settle around us as everyone cracks up at the punchline of the anecdote, the two of us simply sharing soft smiles by way of a greeting. I raise my glass slightly and he understands, continuing to entertain the room effortlessly as I join the masses, simply observing and enjoying him.
Β βAlright?β I hear a familiar voice utter groggily. I turn to see Bri clutching an espresso martini tightly, majority already drunk. βKnackered, mate.β She confirms as she presses herself against me in lieu of a hug.
Β βKnow the feeling,β I sympathise, feeling the formidable aches of travelling.
Β Bri and I swap stories about where we have recently flown in from as we settle amongst the group, finding a small loveseat brought in to accommodate the increased number of occupants.
Β Collectively, the room falls silent. Harry, charmingly humble as always, utters a few words of thanks to us all for our support during the writing, recording, and production processes, before we relax into the evening as the first track begins to play. Thankfully, Harry has already witnessed my initial reactions to each and every song, including a few which did not make the cut, so I need not worry about emotional outbursts in front of some of his nearest and dearest. Each track reminds me of the nights he would sneak me demos or voice memos of certain lyrics and riffs he was particularly proud of at that moment. Hearing the album again now brings back a serious swell of pride that fills my heart right to its capacity, emotion beginning to fill my eyes as we listen to the stories of his heart. Each sorrowful ballad and upbeat tune breaks and reforms my heart repeatedly and I am once again, completely enamoured with him and his talent.
Β * * *
Β βMy girl,β Harry calls out happily, slinging an arm around my shoulders. βWhat did you think of the album?β
Β βIβve already heard it.β I laugh, absentmindedly leaning into his warmth, grateful for it in the slight chill of his back garden.
Β βYou werenβt supposed to though.β He whispers, lowering his head as he colludes with me, βThis was meant to be the first time anyone outside of production heard it soβ¦ shh.β
Β Impossible to hold back my grin at his ridiculously over the top nature, I just give him a toothy nod before placing my left index finger against my lips.
Β βI wonβt tell if you donβt.β I say softly.
Β βWhere have I heard that before?β he grins, tapping a finger against his chin as he pretends to search his memory. His gaze trickles over my body, eyebrows pulling together when he notices the giant purple bruise spread across my upper left arm. βHow did you do that?β
Β Gently, he takes my arm in his hand, lifting it softly to take a better look at the yellowish edges.
Β βWas time to get my implant removed, back to condoms for a few weeks.β I tell him casually, not realising the suggestive nature of my words until he replies.
Β βGoing to miss the way you feel for a few weeks then.β His tone is so casual that it stuns me for a moment, completely unable to think of a witty retort.
Β I had assumed that our drunken fling was just that. Never had the thought crossed my mind that he might want to do it again. Okay, thatβs a lie. I have thought of little else at night than the thought of Harry on top of me again, his hand replacing my own as I bring myself to climax.
Β However, watching the way he observes my reaction sparks a disgusting greed within me.
Β βHang out when everyone leaves?β he asks, seeing the fire behind my eyes and matching it with his own.
Β It is all I can do to nod and not pull him aside and let my body mould to his.
Β The evening passes quicker than I had expected, perhaps my slight exhaustion seems to warp my internal clock, making hours feel like minutes. Regardless, before I know it, Harry and I find ourselves on his bed, lips and limbs entangled.
Β βIβm really proud of you.β I manage to mumble against his lips in a brief interlude in which they are parted from my own.
Β βThat means a lot.β Harry utters back, equally hindered by my lips against his. Neither of us mind though. If anything, these small and restrained interactions seem to encourage us, raising the heat in the room as hands grasp and grip the other. Our bodies flush together, desperately meeting in any way possible as if trying to verbalise what we do not dare talk about.
Β We move much slower than the last time, savouring each and every touch as we take turns removing the otherβs clothes. Contrary from our previous experience, there is nothing greedy about our movements. Instead, a different type of need drives our bodies to intertwine.
Β I manage to pull myself away from him for long enough to mutter, βCondom?β
Β Harry stills above me, eyes averted as he thinks deeply before speaking, βThink thereβs some in the bathroom, sorry, Iβll be right back.β With a swift kiss to my forehead, he dashes from the room into his en suite.
Β βCute bum.β I call after him, enjoying the way his hips wiggle with his quick pace.
Β βCheers!β he hollers back, shortly followed by the sound of skin on skin.
Β The idea of him slapping his own backside leaves a smile on my face which lasts until he returns with a single condom, declaring it to be the last one and making some teasing comment about how lucky I am. His words fall on deaf ears, however, as I feel the energy in the room shift. My eyes glue to his body as he sits beside me, taking both of my hands in his and pulling me to sit up straight. The muscles of his body grow taut under his skin as he moves me to sit between his open legs. My feet lock around his back, his hands mirroring the same position around my waist as our lips meet yet again.
Β Into each other we sink deeper, chest meeting chest, rising and falling together. A gentle hand lifts to tuck away a lock of my hair before settling against my cheek, softly grazing his fingertips across the tender flesh of my neck. His lips are like runny honey against my body as they trail across my jaw and trickle down the column of my throat, catching my breath between them. The tip of a thumb under my chin keeps my head high as his lips work lower and lower. My own lips are parted as I melt beneath him.
Β βHarry,β I gasp, unintentionally making him stop dead in his tracks. Panic instantly flooding through my veins, I cast my gaze downwards to check on him. He looks up at me with soft but needy eyes. βWhat is it?β I ask cautiously, my hand subconsciously clearing the rogue tendrils of hair away from his forehead.
Β βI like the way you say my name.β he utters lowly, so quiet it almost seems as though he is afraid of my reaction.
Β Unsure of what words could quell whatever doubts he is battling with; I replace them with a soft kiss to his lips. One side of his face cupped in my hand, I feel him lean into me, eyelids fluttering shut just long enough to savour the feeling but not so long as to make it obvious that it was his aim.
Β βHarry,β I whisper, just loud enough to catch his attention and bring his eyes back to mine, βI want you toβ¦β
Β I falter, unsure of the right word to use here. None seem to fit just right, either feeling too blunt and devoid of emotion or too far the other way.
Β Regardless of semantics, Harry understands and slips his hips away slightly. I watch as his steady hands tear the wrapper open and roll the condom down his shaft. Without another momentβs hesitation, his hands are back on my body, grasping at the flesh at my sides as he pulls me into his lap. With every move he makes, his lips provide accompaniment. Kisses spread across my face and neck, down to my collarbone and breasts, celebrating each and every part they come into contact with.
Β Desperate to feel every part of him, I raise my hips. Upon realising my intentions, Harry meets my gaze, watching me with awe-filled eyes as I slip our bodies together. I feel him gasp against the bare skin of my chest. For a moment, our actions are slow, adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of one another. Our hips rock gently into each other, soft moans and sharp inhalations fill the otherwise quiet bedroom, bouncing off the walls I have begged him countless times to add more colour to. His hands grip the flesh of my hips, reaching down sporadically to grope at my cheeks. With each squeeze and scratch, I move faster against him, head thrown back in pleasure as we repeatedly hit every delicious spot.
Β His hands caress every part of me, truly making love to my body as heated gasps slip past my lips. Our bodies work as a chemical reaction of lust and care, eyes locked as we move quicker and more urgently. Everything we need to say we say with a kiss of the neck, a scratch of bare skin, and a bliss-filled moan.
Β Two hands slip behind me, swiftly but securely lowering me into the pillows of the bed before returning to my hips and waist. His hands grip me tighter as this new position allows him to sink deeper into me, his body slowing temporarily against mine to savour the feeling of being fully complete. His eyes never leave mine, pupils contracting and dilating, telling me everything I need to know.
Β My gaze flicks down to the point where our bodies meet, watching in lust-filled awe as we connect. I feel Harry do the same as his forehead rests against mine, hands slipping to grasp at my thighs, squeezing and moulding the flesh in his hands. A groan leaves my lips at the sensation of his adoration. At the sound, his hips snap harshly against my own, eliciting louder, wilder moans. Encouraged beyond belief, Harry chases my pleasure, speeding up the movement of his body against my own. His head drops down to my neck, suckling and licking at the skin growing tender under his control.
Β Lifting his upper body from mine, he pushes gently against one of my legs until it is perpendicular to my body. Instantly, I melt beneath him, this new angle driving me into a state of madness as he hits harder and deeper, watching with animalistic pride as I clutch around desperately for something to cling to. My fingertips tangle in the bedsheets, eager to anchor myself as a hand slips between my legs. His fingers spin soft circles, their contrast to the speed and force of his hips sending me over the edge, body shuddering violently as he eases me back down. Harry utters soft words, gentle coos that bring me back to him and allow my eyes to unscrunch themselves. When I see him, laying atop me, face just inches from mine, the fire is burning brighter than I have ever seen it, something about watching the pleasure he brings me arousing every sense.
Β βFuck me,β I beg, my voice cracking from my raw throat but I donβt care. I need him.
Β He gives me everything in him, using my body to feel good, knowing as well as I do that nothing could compare to the two of us. Even when his face contorts, jaw slack and breathing halted, I feel the care he has for me. His fingertips caress the softness of my skin, gently roaming the expanse of my body as I tether him to the Earth. Collapsing into me, he buries himself in the crook of my neck. My hands come up to encircle him, grazing up and down his back soothingly as he catches his breath.
Β βYouβre unreal.β Harry eventually mumbles against my skin, producing a breathy giggle from deep within my chest. He pulls away, rolling off me and quickly discarding the condom before laying beside me. Propping his head up with his hand, his body follows the contours of my side in order for us to constantly be touching. βI mean it.β
Β I turn to him, tucking one knee between his and trying not to groan at the ache in my body.
Β βI dig you too.β I say with a gentle, slightly exhausted smile.
Β βNever said that,β he teases, earning a half-hearted frown which just makes him grin even harder. Slowly, his face falls serious, his brows pulling together as he contemplates the thought swimming around in his mind.
Β βTell me.β I whisper, a hand coming up to rest on the side of his face, thumb automatically caressing the stubble across his cheek.
Β βSometimes I think weβll end up together.β He tells me quietly. My actions still, eyes flitting to his eyes to search for the tell-tale sign that he is just being mischievous. But there is only a hint of worry in those bright eyes.
Β βYeah?β I ask, quickly licking my lips to distract myself from the break in my voice, convincing myself that it is simply because my throat is still sore from moments ago.
Β βYeah.β
Β We lay for a while like this, no words spoken, or action taken. I donβt think either of us would know what to do if we wanted to anyway. Instead we lay. His hand comes up to rest on top of mine, keeping me with him until the rise and fall of our chests sync and my eyelids grow heavy.
Β βTired?β
Β βLittle, still a bit jetlagged.β I mumble, already half-asleep despite my intentions to stay awake and look at him all night long.
Β βGo to sleep.β He says softly before pressing a tender kiss to my hand. His lips work as an immediate sleep aid, relaxing every aching muscle and eradicating every stressful thought.
Β * * *
Β Three weeks pass by quickly, work overwhelms me yet again and I spend my days and nights at shoots, silently praying that each director I work with will be less of a diva than the last. Unfortunately, my prayers go unanswered. The increased workload begins to drain every last drop of lifeforce from me. My limbs ache with exhaustion, stomach never fully settled due to lack of sufficient sustenance.
Β βIβm knackered, think I might be getting the flu.β I explain sleepily to Harry over FaceTime, my body slumping back into the heap of pillows in my unmade bed. His camera flips around from the beautifully clear blue sky above him to a concerned, slightly bearded Harry. βHave you shaved since you left?β I ask with a smirk.
Β βThis is my LA stache.β He grins, smudging and finger and thumb across the width of the hair above his top lip.
Β βI miss you.β I whisper, not meaning the words to leave my subconscious.
Β βI miss you too,β Harry smiles, his eyes softening as an excited shade of light pink flushes his cheeks. βHang out when Iβm back?β
Β I nod and agree to dinner next week before yawning and saying goodbye. Wrapping myself up in the cold duvet, the thought of seeing Harry soon stops me from slipping into sleep. My mind relives our last night together, each kiss and caress playing like a film. We should have talked about it before he left but, as per usual, our work-lives consumed us. What would he say about that night? Did he feel the difference in the way we moved? Is he just as freaked out by it?
Β The next day, all doubts and fears are drained from my body, a care package waiting on my doorstep as I arrive home. Carrying the box inside, my eyes glance around the box in search of some sign to indicate the senderβs identity. I knew he had been the one responsible for it, but the contents just confirmed it. Tins of soup, orange juice, cold and flu medicine, a box of cherry bakewells (my absolute favourite comfort food), and an unbelievably soft pair of fluffy socks.
Β Snapping a quick picture of the assortment, I send it to Harry with a string of appreciative words, tearing up due to his sweetness and my sickness.
Β It does not matter what either of us thinks of feels about that night together, because at the end of the day, it is always going to be him and I, whatever form our relationship takes.
Β Β * * *
Β βYou look like shit.β Deb greets as she presses a kiss to my cheek before allowing me to sit across from her and Bri. I fight the urge to roll my eyes and glance down at the menu laid across my plate. The majority of the options made my stomach churn, the thought of pushing eggs down my throat enough to make me gag.
Β βCanβt shake this bug.β I grumble, sipping at my water as our waitress arrives.
Β βThree mimosas please.β Bri smiles sweetly at her.
Β βOh, no, just two.β I correct, starting to break into a slight sweat. The waitress nods and excuses herself to fetch the girls their drinks, leaving them both to look at me with wide eyes and mouths agape. βMy stomach has been in bits for weeks, no way Iβm drinking and making myself puke again.β
Β βNever thought this day would come... I mean its brunch, what else are we going to do?β Bri gasps in a dramatically solemn tone.
Β βYeah, canβt remember the last time you didnβt drink with us.β Deb frowns, clearly slightly upset at losing one of her drinking buddies. βExcept that one time at uni.β
Β A smirk ghosts over my lips at the memory. Deb and I, still in our first year, sat in the pub with two pints on the table, both untouched as we watched the pregnancy test stashed in my bag slowly reveal just one line.
Β Slowly, the smile begins to fall from my face, Deb mirroring me as the penny slowly drops for the both of us.
Β βWhen was the last time you got your period?β she asks quietly.
Β βWhat?β Bri asks in utter confusion, excluded from our moment of telepathy.
Β βI canβt remember,β I admit in a whisper.
Β βJesus Christ.β Deb sighs, the colour draining from her face as her hand comes up to rub at her forehead nervously.
Β βI had my implant taken out, the doctor said my hormones would be unpredictable so I havenβt really thought about it.β I rush, desperately trying to defend myself for not noticing the absence.
Β βOh,β Deb says, instantly perking back up as if nothing had even happened. βTo be fair, when was the last time you had sex anyway?β
Β She speaks as if the question were simple a throwaway comment, a small joke to lighten the mood. Of course, she would think that, the last time I spoke to the girls about my sex life, it was to complain about its lack of existence. I havenβt quite found the right way to tell them that Harry and I are doing whatever it is we are doing.
Β βAbout a month ago.β I admit quietly, unlocking my phone to flick through my calendar, mainly to avoid the harsh gaze of two of my best friends.
Β βWhat? Who with?β Bri asks giddily, however her excitement is drastically overshadowed by Debβs probing.
Β βYou used protection though?β
Β βOf course we did, Iβm not an idiot.β I say, feeling myself getting wound up as the blood seems to drain from my body.
Β There is no way I am. We were safe. Thereβs no way.
Β When I look up to meet their gaze, however, both girls look at me with such sympathetic gazes that it takes everything in me not to burst into tears.
Β βWant to get a test to be sure?β Bri asks gently, somehow instantly caught up and fully aware of the sheer internal panic I am feeling.
Β I nod and we immediately leave the table. Bri takes my hand and waits with me as Deb quickly pays for the drinks that did not even arrive.
Β βItβll be okay,β Bri whispers to me, her thumb soft against the back of my hand.
Β βYeah,β I nod, trying to shake of the severe sensation of dread smothering me. Swallowing hard, I manage to meet her eye. βProbably just a scare, right? Weβll laugh about it in an hour.β
Β She does not reply. No one speaks as we walk to the closest shop, thankfully Deb lives close by and is able to source a test and usher us home before I can overthink too much.
Β I wonβt be. What are the odds? Condoms are 98% effective, I checked in the health aisle as Bri went to pay. 98% is far too high to be stressing out over a few potential symptoms.
Β The girls sit on the edge of Debβs bathtub, watching me pee and trying to crack jokes to lighten the mood as I place the test on the side and wash my hands, looking anywhere but the stick.
Β βThese situations make me so glad to be gay.β Deb utters to Bri with a ghost of a smirk.
Β βTotally.β Bri says with a small giggle.
Β βNot helping.β I groan, pacing back and forth in the small bathroom, my stomach squeezing tighter and tighter into a knot.
Β We sit in silence for the remaining few minutes. Until Bri finally breaks the tension in the room.
Β βDo you want one of us to look?β
Β βNo.β I say quickly, undoubtedly wide-eyed.
Β With a long inhale and slow exhale, trying to draw out these last few seconds of naivety, I give a small nod before approaching the countertop.
Β Two lines.
Β βMaybe its faulty, do another one.β Deb reasons.
Β βYou okay?β Bri asks me gently as our friend digs wildly through the box for the second test stick.
Β βItβs positive.β I whisper, eyes glazing over slightly as I stare down at the white plastic. βIβm pregnant.β
Β * * *
Β βHave you told the dad yet?β Deb asks, her voice crackling through the phoneline as I walk into the hospitalβs multi-storey car park.
Β βNo,β I sigh, ready to defend my decision to her for the fourth time since the three of us stood in her bathroom, two positive tests laying across the countertop. βI told you, I wanted to know my options before I tell him. Gather some research, you know?β
Β βHow was it?β she asks as I unlock my car door and slump into the driverβs seat.
Β I give her a quick run through of my appointment, from taking yet another test, it coming back positive yet again, to discussing the three main paths from here. Abortion, adoption, or parenthood. Repeating all the information the doctor had given me makes me want to be sick, all of the statistics and medical jargon feeling foul in my mouth. This was not supposed to be my life. I was not meant to get knocked up by my friend who, oh yeah, just so happens to be internationally acclaimed musician Harry Styles. Blocking the image of telling him from my mind, I focus back in on Debβs voice.
Β βYou know Iβll be here through whatever you choose, donβt you? I know youβre scared, and I know this isnβt exactly ideal but youβll make the right choice and me and Bri will do whatever you need. Weβll hold your hand if the dad wonβt.β she tells me, unintentionally causing my eyes to fill with tears.
Β βLove you Deborah.β I mutter.
Β βLove you loser.β She grumbles back, eliciting a teary chuckle from my lips.
Β As the call ends, my head lolls back against the headrest, eyes closing momentarily as I allow myself a few seconds of calm to be grateful for my angelic friends. Both had offered to come with me today, or drive me at the very least, but I had insisted on doing this alone. I could not have dealt with any more eyes on me as I was told ways in which I could deal with my situation. An absentminded guilty hand stretches across my stomach at the thought of my βsituationβ.
Β Adoption just would not be an option. Unless I somehow managed to avoid Harry for nine months and give birth in secret. Even then I would probably just have to remove myself from his life forever, unable to take the pain of looking at his beautifully unaware face and being stricken with the loathing of giving up the only thing that would ever be just ours. No, that is not an option.
Β So, my choices become drastically limited. Both life-changing in their own ways. Automatically, my brain begins to form lists of pros and cons as I drive out of the city.
Β I do want children someday, and people always say that there is no perfect time.
Β No fucking kidding.
Β Things would be so much simpler if I was not pregnant. I could live my life and Harry could live his. Surely, he will not want the burden of a family at such a young age. I know all about his hopes and dreams. I know how much music means to him, how incredible he feels after each and every performance. How could I take that away from him?
Β The thought of not telling him circles around my mind as I sit in the familiar traffic of the route. I could make both of our lives so much simpler if I just made the decision for the both of us. But that is just it, I cannot take that from him. He has to know at the very least.
Β Anyway, who is to say that he will even want to be involved? Perhaps this has happened before. I have heard the stories of tour. What if he already has an illegitimate child out there and simply does not care? Maybe I have been something to pass the time and the reality of our situation will come crashing down around us and make him want nothing to do with me. Would I keep the baby then?
Β The possibility of Harry wanting nothing to do with his child leaves my mind almost as quickly as it enters it. This is Harry. He has wanted a family for as long as I have known him, he loves kids. Am I depriving him of a potential future with his partner and legitimate children? Would I be in the background of family photos, not even Harryβs ex, just some woman he got pregnant and has to watch him live happily for the sake of her childβs relationship with their father?
Β Anger bubbles up inside my ribcage as I pull into the garage attached to the house. With a frustrated sigh, I turn the engine off and step out of the car. How could I let myself be so stupid? No one in their right mind thinks that sleeping with their friend is going to be problem free. Clearly this is a sign, a punishment for being stupid enough to open myself up to the potential of a--
Β βHEY!β I hear him shout from his front door, quickly dashing out barefoot to come and greet me.
Β For a split-second when I look at him, I forget why I am here. When he wraps his arms around me and pulls me so tightly against him that I worry I might suffocate, all I feel is his warmth and excitement at seeing my best friend home at last. Until he lets me go, and my stomach sinks to my feet.
Β βLets go inside.β My voice is hushed, barely above a whisper when he lets go of me. I pull a smile across my face until he nods and walks bouncily into the house, a half-step ahead of me.
Β βIβm glad you came over, I wanted to talk to you about something.β Harry says, failing terribly at hiding a grin as we move to his kitchen.
Β I sit myself on one of his bar stools, gesturing for him to put down the kettle in his hand and sit next to me.
Β βMe first.β I tell him, my face so solemn and opposite to his that were the circumstances different I may have found it comedic.
Β βItβs kind of a biggie though.β Harryβs smile is completely unaffected by my tone, so wrapped up in getting out what he wants to say that panic starts to bubble up into my throat at the thought of not being brave enough to just tell him what I need to. βYou know that night before I leftβ¦β
Β He looks to me with the most hopeful and kind eyes, making me dig my fingernails into the palms of my hands as the realisation sets in that I am probably about to break his heart and have him hate me.
Β βIβm pregnant.β I force out, voice cracking halfway.
Β My heart does not thump in my chest like I had expected it to, nor does my stomach churn as I watch him try to process the weight of my words in the slightest. Inside, I feel a sick sense of calm, potentially relieved, potentially too numb to feel the world disintegrating around me.
Β βYouβreβ¦ Sorry, say that again.β His eyes search mine desperately for some sign that this is just a cruel joke. Now the pain resurges, wrapping itself tightly around my lungs and squeezing hard.
Β βIβm pregnant,β I whisper guiltily.
Β I wait for Harry to speak again, but he doesnβt. He just stares into mid-air, chest heaving up and down as he attempts to make the slightest amount of sense out of this situation.
Β βAbout four weeks,β I explain softly, secretly trying to coax him back to me, selfishly desperate to see my friendβs kind eyes. βI saw a doctor today, talked about my optionsβ¦whether to keep it.β
Β βOur options.β he whispers, I think mainly to himself before his eyes free themselves from their visual tether and meet my gaze. They are glassy and it takes all I have not to reach out and take his hand and promise him that it will all be okay, because I honestly do not know that it will and I canβt lie to him.
Β βOur options.β I repeat quietly, ignoring the slight leap of my heart at his sentiment and quickly reminding myself that he has not committed to anything. βI know itβs a lot to process, and you donβt have to say or do anythingβ¦ but do you have anyβ¦ strong preferences?β
Β βYeah,β he says lowly, βbut itβs your decision, isnβt it?β
Β My heart sinks and throat dries, all moisture heading towards my eyes. With a large, pained swallow, I sit up straight, avoiding his eye.
Β βYeah, sorry, I just thought I should tell you.β My voice is quiet, afraid of its own weakness. I stand from the stool, running a hand through my hair out of nervousness.
Β βWhat are you doing?β Harry asks quickly, eyes panic-stricken as he stands up in front of me, catching one of my hands in his.
Β βGoing, I didnβt mean to bother you.β I admit, trying my hardest but failing to hide my heart breaking.
Β βNo, no youβI donβt want that.β He says, only now do I notice the texture in his voice, βWe donβt leave each other.β
Β His eyes are every bit as tear-filled as my own, the sight enough to encourage the water in my eyes to slip gently down my face. Standing in Debβs bathroom, she and Bri had wrapped me in a gentle hug as violent sobs wracked through my body. Now, however, as Harry and I pull each other into an embrace tight enough to keep up anchored to the world, we cry softly.
Β βWeβll figure it out.β He whispers, resting his chin on top of my head. βPromise.β
Β * * *
Β For hours Harry and I sit at his kitchen island, debating our next move. With frustrated sighs and tearful moments, conversation delves into the logistics of each and every possibility at our disposal.
Β As predicted, Harry is not keen on the prospect of adoption. The notion that his child might discover their fatherβs identity and potentially make it public, could destroy his image, his career, everything he has worked so hard for. I tell him I understand, that I had thought this would be his fear, and that our options were narrowed down to two.
Β There is quiet when the topic is first brought up, the eight-letter word stunning him silence.
Β βItβs your body.β He manages to whisper.
Β The groan that passes my lips is unavoidable, having heard those exact words from Deb, Bri, the doctor, and now Harry.
Β βI wish someone could just tell me the right thing to do.β I sigh, holding my head up on the counter, fingers pressing lightly into my eyes to try and relieve the stress headache that has been lingering for the past few days.
Β βIβm sorry.β Harry utters quietly beside me.
Β He sits with his hands in his lap, anxiously picking at his cuticles as he watches me with a frown.
Β βI didnβt mean forβ¦β he doesnβt finish the sentiment, but I understand.
Β βMe neither,β I admit, softening my gaze and taking one of his hands in mine to stop him from ruining his nailbeds.
Β He gazes at my hand on his for a moment, afraid of moving and losing the contact. It twists into mine until our palms are touching, squeezing the width of all my fingers with one gentle contraction of his muscles.
Β Before I let myself get too caught up in the tender comfort of his skin against mine, I speak up, βFuck it, pros and cons list.β
Β I stand up from the stool and find a notepad in one of his messier kitchen drawers.
Β βNo judgment.β I tell him, handing him a pen before making a table with my own.
Β We pause for a moment, and I list something in the negative column.
Β Everything will change
Β Harry follows suit and leaves a few words beneath my handwriting.
Β IMPACT ON CAREERS?
Β I cannot help but nod my head before we continue to add to the paper, reasoning for and against our little situation.
Β The process takes longer than I had expected, Harry arguing with some of my cons and suggesting that they are easily fixable or are, in fact, pros.
Β βOkay, so cons,β I start once we both lay our pens down. βEverything will change, impact on careers, would we be good parents?, donβt want Y/N to have to deal with media, no privacy, custody, would have to co-parent, impact of pregnancy on day to day, this is all a bit mental.β
Β Harry nods, urging for me to continue to the counterarguments.
Β βProsβ¦ We both want kids someday and a friendship relationship could create a good support system for the kidβ¦ Think the list is pretty clear then.β Looking at him, we both understand logically what we should do.
Β βYeah.β Harry says quietly, eyes burrowing deeply into my own before picking up his pen one more time and adding into the left-hand column:
Β WEβD HAVE A BABY
Β His eyes seem to take forever to meet mine, flicking down to where my bottom lip is caught tightly between my teeth.
Β I pick up my own pen and leave my final note, sealing the decision for us.
Β Its our baby.
Β Silence fizzes around us, its intensity growing as our eyes meet and have a conversation that we cannot quite pass to our mouths. He looks to me nervously, chewing at his cheek, his eyes holding back the hope building inside him. I want to tell him that I am still scared, that everything about the future is so uncertain. I cannot do it. I cannot deprive him of the joy he is feeling, however shrouded in terror it is.
Β βSoβ¦β he eventually manages to push out, a slight smile creeping on to his lips.
Β My mouth mirrors him, the muscles in my cheeks aching slightly from the sensation after not being used for the past few days.
Β βYeah.β I let out in a shaky breath, eyes watering yet again but this time I welcome it.
Β βShould we celebrate?β Harry asks quietly, his voice suddenly apprehensive.
Β βAs long as it includes takeaway and a film.β I say, too exhausted to go anywhere or deal with the consequences that come along with being next to Harry in the outside world. Pushing the nagging dread at the thought of people finding out and commenting on us, I pull up Deliveroo on my phone and we settle on the sofa in his living room.
Β βWhat to Expect When Youβre Expecting?β Harry teases as he flicks through Netflix.
Β βToo soon.β I reply, smirking down at my phone.
Β βSorry,β he says, not at all sorry for getting a positive reaction from me as if our lives would just slip back to how they used to be.
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Clarence x Reader Flirt at the Bar
Audience: General
Warnings: None, flirting
Notes: At Y/N, insert your own name, pronouns, and preferred complimentary words. That way, Clarence uses what you like!
Read below the cuff!
For: @da3m0ns-exe
The two of you had met at an Irish pub a few blocks down the street. Dimly lit under the cheap green βchandeliersβ, at least, they were trying to be, hanging over a narrow line of booths. A green shamrock sign buzzing in the corner window, listing Oβ Conners next to the four leafed sign buzzing beside it.
It was a fine dump, gritty and warm and thick with cigarette smoke. A few old geezers sat at the bar, buzzing back large thick dark beers as they chatted in Greek. It was Detroit after all, and everyone was welcome. The D brought everyone together. And if you had a few bucks to spare, it would make your night worth while. The jukebox buzzed in the corner, firmly set from the 70βs and stacked high with classic 45βs. A quarter would get you two songs, and it would flip through the rest. Buzzing Marvin Gayeβs Through the Grape Vine through the open speakers. There were a few TVβs in the corner of the bar, one showing a Tigers baseball game and the other the racetrack. A chestnut filly bending over the corner and splitting from the pack. Her jockey lit a firecracker from out under her behind as he rode her to the front, cracking his crop as they crossed the finish line. Taking home 50k- something a brod in the corner was upset by. Throwing her hands up as she watched, swearing! Because she had bet the bar that #5 would win. California Folly, the chestnut mare, bit her for the win, and she slapped up her cash to the house. Her buddy chuckled to himself at her anger. The bartender greedily took her cash, smirking, as he slipped it into the cash register. He changed the chalk boards odds for the next race. A commercial flashed across the screen.
It was a bettinβ bar, and it was a Friday night. That meant, the race tracks were on. They even caught the signal from the tracks out West. Meaning people could get drunk and lose their money all night long. At least, far enough into the night to be firmly fucked by 10, and either pissed from losing their money or giddy because they made a decent buck. Either way, it meant the crowd pounded back drinks. The bar took home a load whether it was packed full or filled with crickets.Β
Clarence was seated up at the bar, his army jacket slipped off and hanging on his chair. He slowly leafed through his comic, head buried deep in his book. He slowly drank, the rum and coke sitting at the edge of his lips, relaxed and quiet after a long day at work.Β
He had closed up shop and came in for dinner, a burger and fries, and read the newest edition of Deadpool in his freetime. He actually had a small stack of them next to them. He had cashed his check and sorted the freshly delivered boxes before he locked up. Making a mental note to pay the old man in the morning- he would stuff the bills in the register tomorrow morning.
The new stuff sold fast, and that was exactly why he needed to make his pick before it hit the shelves. He had to be strategic! Take advantage of the perks of running the store!
You slid into the stool a few spots down, gesturing over to the bartender as he made his way over. He was built, wearing a plain black shirt that hung over his body. A gold chain that hung from his neck. He looked kind and quiet, gentle. He had worked there for several years.
βWhatchaβ having?β
Β βPabst,β You nodded, popping out your wallet.
βPint or pitcher?β
βPint.β
βAlright, but theyβre $7 until 11.β He collected your cash and made his way up the bar, pouring your drink.
Clarenceβs nose was in the comic, one hand holding the bridge of it while the other slowly set down the beer. Reaching out for a fry and mindlessly dabbing it into ketchup before it crawled to his mouth. Slowly inching closer.Β
His long and shabby fry broke off, falling into his lap and getting on his jeans. You couldnβt help but to laugh. βYou okay over there bud?β The bartender handed you your beer, curling in the glass as you took a sip. The foam made a fine mustache on your upper lip.
βJesus!β He bit, pissed. He had just gotten to a good spot- he fucking didnβt want to stop! βI donβt know man.β He shook his head, nabbing a handful of napkins out of the dispenser and cleaning his lap.Β
He finally looked up as you set down your glass. Catching the side of your face- βI ainβt pulinβ your chain, but ya got somethinβ on your face,β He grabbed another handful, passing it over. βA lilβ on here,'' He rubbed his upper lip, brushing his faint five oβ clock shadow.
You grabbed a napkin from him, quickly wiping it away before you got too embarrassed. Shit happens. βThanks,β You muttered with a smile, softly laughing. Folding it afterwards and placing it under your glass.Β
He nodded, reaching for his comic again.Β
You were in a good mood and company always made it better. You had the urge to chat, he was attractive, after all. βSo, whatcha readinβ?β
He looked over, eyebrows raised. βItβs uh, Deadpool. Issue #7,β He put his thumb on the page and flopped it over to the front. Reaching out his arm to show you the cover. βItβll hit the shelves tomorrow.β
βHowβd you get your hands on that?β
βOh,β He flashed a guilty smile. Caught. βI work at the comic book store down the street, this is next week's issue,β The cover showed Deadpool stepping forward, gun in hand, his red and black latex suite dressed with a heavy white jeweled overcoat and flashing plants. He was wearing the iconic Evil Presley suit, black wig and sunglasses and all. Finger-pointing at a very unpleasant Cable, probably cursing Wade for being alive. Or was it that he canβt die?
βItβs the new Deadpool and Cable issue. Itβs a new series theyβre doing, do you wanna look?β He offered it and you happily accepted. Taking your time as you flipped through the pages, reading the inside insert. The introduction.
He rattled on, βItβs not as good as some of his other series but then I saw the front cover. I wanted to grab it before we ran out. Iβm a big Elvis fan,β He smiled softly. Watching you read.
βOh?β You peered up, raising an eyebrow. A hook- Elvis wasnβt exactly your man, but it didnβt deter you. βIs he your favorite?β
He beamed as he sipped his glass, nodding as the glass left his lips, setting it down on the wet napkin. βFavorite? It doesnβt begin to describe how much I love that man,β He could rattle on for forever. Even blab again about how much he wanted to fuck Elvis. But, usually, that wasnβt the most widely loved small talk conversation? He was better off tabling that conversation for a later time. Unless he wanted to blow his chance when flirting with a hot person. A man needed to get lucky sometimes, alright? Sheesh, he didnβt think some bisexuality was a bad thing. Isnβt that, a, you know? A sexual fantasy for some folks?
He drilled a finger into the side of his temple, elbow up on the bar as he watched you. How your feet shifted in your sift as you curled up closer to him, leaning in, tenderly turning the page of a secretly, newly loved comic. Mashing up the two things that made him bounce up and down with pure excitement. He was delighted.
βIβm a huge fan, Iβve always been since I was a kid. My dad used to listen to him while I was growing up, and Iβve had the itch ever since. He changed rock nβ roll forever, for the better,β He would watch old tapes of his dancing and performing on stage, having become familiar and comforting to his body. It was something he could return to, regardless of how he felt, and know he felt comfort in.
That, and watching him dance up on stage was light lightening. A friend and a lover.
βWhatβs your favorite song?β You smirked, flipping a page. You were more interested in his eyes than the panel. Wondering if he had caught on.Β
He slid from his seat to the one next to you, dragging his beer along with him. The bartender snapped up his long forgotten dinner. Wiping down the table. βDo you mind?β He gestured to the seat, checking in.
βNo,β You shook your head smiling, your delight so easy to read. βNot at all,β You swore you could feel your heart skip a beat. Your body felt fresh, warmed by the flash of heat spreading through your cheeks. You hoped another drink of your beer would help, at least to calm the giddy building up inside of you.
You would cut yourself off at two beers. At the rate of your drinking, youβd been in the hole after three. Too drunk to drive and by the soft patter of the rain outside, you didnβt want to be stuck in the rain. Trying to wave down a cab as it poured, head buzzed and tired, ready to flop down in your bed and forced to make it back. Getting fucked up was fun, but getting home could be a challenge.
Β The thought already sounded miserable. Youβd much rather be here, with the jukebox, under the warm hum of the bear and its speakers. It switched over to Youβll Never Find Another Love Like Mine by Lou Rawls.Β
βGood,β He smiled with a surprising amount of soft charm. Voice low as his pinky mused with his lip, eyes slow as they took in your body.Β
He had to look away.Β
FUCK! It wasnβt polite to do that shit, he was either going to get a drink thrown in his face again or something!
He kept his eyes up at the bar, tongue flashing across his teeth as he chuckled to his mind. He could be so fucking stupid! This Y/N was going to beat him.Β
He fisted for his cigs in his flannel pocket, offering you one.
Okay, this guy was an idiot, but a cute one.
βThanks,β You took a cig and slipped it between the side of your lips. GrabbingΒ your lighter in your coat pocket, prepared as a common smoker should. You lit both of your cigarettes.
βSo, you didnβt answer my question,β You shot, releasing a draw downward.Β
He snapped it out of his mouth, square in hand as he shook his head awake. βShit, what was it again?β He laughed, he was losing his head around you. You sucked all the smarts out of his brain.
You elbowed him lightly, amused. βWhatβs your favorite Elvis song?β
He paused for a moment, getting his mind in gear. Quickly shuffling the different songs on his head- βHound Dog, and then Blue Suede Shoes, and All Shook Up,β It was the fast, catchy beats of Elvisβs drawl that got him. The electricity that he exuded, that made him want to dance and grab the hand of a friend, a stranger, even an old person!Β
It made him want to boogie to the music.
You snickered, he hit right on the money. Damn, this guy had taste. Of the few you knew well, those were it. βWhere does Jailhouse Rock rank?β
β8th,β He said clear as day, pointent. It was clearly not his favorite, but a hot contender. He had, in fact, listened to every single god damn song Elvis had published. Including the Hawaiian soundtrack album, which was a partial wash. He thought Elvis was at best when he was shaking it for a crowd, not trying to play at movie making. Yet, it hadnβt stopped him from consuming them all. βI paused not because I didnβt have a top three, but becauseβ¦β Shit, he got himself in a hole? Wasnβt he playing the βcool guyβ really well?
βBecause?β You flicked into the ashtray, bringing your arm in for a draw. Raising your eyebrows at him as you drew, feeling the air.
βBecause I was thinking about you,β He slipped both elbows on the bar, facing forward towards the line of liquor and head turned towards you. Smirk painted on his lips, shameless in his expression, βYouβre very Y/N.β He smiled, eyes stilling on you as they peered into yours eyes, then passed down your shoulder. βAnd I donβt normally get to talk to a Y/N like you.β Usually, they either werenβt interested in talking about comics and Elvis. So, what was there to talk about? Stupid small talk they he didnβt know much about? It was much harder, trying to find a Y/N with similar interests.
Your face felt warm again. You finished off the rest of your drink. Quenching your fuzzy head with the sharp inhale of nicotine, trying to peel the flush off of your cheeks. You couldnβt hide it- his soft pink lips looked beautiful when they moved. Especially when they were saying such sweet words.
You slicked a hand across your face, hiding the bite of your red cheeks, βHow about we get a booth in the corner? And you tell me a bit more about yourself?β It seemed like a good idea. And it would give you a moment, to collect yourself, before continuing your chat.
You raised a hand to the bartender. He turned and you held up two fingers. A pint for you each.Β
βHmph!β His spiky eyebrows peaked up, elated. βSounds good to me!β He snickered, collecting his stack of comics and waiting for the drinks to come. You two stepped to the back to back of the bar, sliding in next to each other at the dark spot in the room. A place, where neither of you would be bothered. Holed up, until the bar closes, chatting about sweet nothing while you got to know each other. Maybe get, caught in the rain together, under his umbrella. Before turning in, to his apartment.Β
It was, in fact, closer than your apartment.
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Emma woke up, the familiar view of the sun rising over the water and the city outside her window. She smiled; she would miss this view. Her body felt used and sore deep inside. She looked at Killian, asleep on his back, sound asleep.
She quietly tiptoed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and headed to the kitchen to pop in a K cup. She popped open her laptop and placed a delivery for boxes, bubble wrap, and tape.
She heard the water run and sat in the window seat looking down over the street, drinking her coffee. Killian walked out a moment later and looked around. βHi. Did you sleep ok?β her soft voice rang out, and he noticed her sitting in the window.
He sat down next to her and took the coffee from her, taking a sip, and looked out at her view. The water, people below walking their dogs, runners jogging, men in suits, taxis honking. He smiled and looked at her.
Emma was looking at him curiously, her blonde curls shiny in the morning sun, tucked atop her head. She looked like an angel, he ran his hand over the curve of her cheek, and she smiled at him.
βWhat do we need to do today?β he asked, his voice still thick with sleep.
Emma smiled at him, his hair was a wreck sticking up at odd angles and she laughed and tried to smooth it. His eyes looked impossibly blue as he gazed at her, awaiting her answer.
βI ordered the packing supplies; it will be here a little later today. I thought we could explore a littleβ and he nodded yawning.
βAre you feeling, ok?β he asked her.
Her brows pulled together confused. βUh-huhβ and he slid his hand down her thigh to her ass.
βHere too?β he asked seriously, and she bit her lip and nodded.
βWas it ok that I did?β he asked, and she blushed and smiled at him.
βHave you everβ¦?β he trailed off, and she shook her head.
βDid you like it love?β he asked, and she blushed a deeper pink. βSwan? Donβt be shy my loveβ he asked her again.
βI did. But because it was youβ she said squeaked out, and he smiled and kissed her forehead.
He got up and went to try and find a mug and coffee for himself. He started the machine, and Emma came into the kitchen leaning over the list on the counter, and he came up behind her caressing her gorgeous behind, as his coffee brewed.
βYou know love, I would be happy to take you here whenever you wantβ he said kissing her neck and smirking into her skin, his hands lightly squeezing her ass.
She looked at him, βHave you done that before? With other women?β she asked.
His ears went red, βI, uh, a few times, but nothing like last night. I havenβt done that before with my handsβ he said. Emma nodded, her cheeks pink.
He cupped her neck with his thumbs tracing over her jaw. βEmma, nothing I have done in my past even comes close to what we do love.β
She looked at him, and the blush crept down her neck to her chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist rubbing circles on her lower back, βEvery time with you Emma, it feels like youβre sinking into my skin a little deeper every time. Sometimes I canβt even tell where I begin, and you end,βΒ she looked up at him in awe.
βI never tried it before. I bet it would hurtβ she said quietly. βItβs not like you have a small dick either Jones,β she said and buried her face in his chest embarrassed.
He smiled against her hair, βEmma, I would never hurt you, or do something to hurt you in our bed love. If you wanted it, I would make sure you werenβt hurt at allβ he murmured into her hair.
βDo you want that?β she asked him quietly.
He smiled, βI will take whatever you want, if that was a one-time thing last night, then I do not care in the slightest. But if you want me to fuck that gorgeous arse of yours, then I would absolutely love filling itβ he smirked at her wickedly, and she rolled her eyes.
βOh my god!β she said completely mortified. βJust answer me Killian!β
He nodded, βI would absolutely love to fuck your lovely arse, Emma. I love every inch of you, I donβt find it disgusting or a turnoff. It is you and me in our bed, there is nothing shameful about us in our bed, and wanting something from me, or I from you is nothing to be shameful overβ he said kissing her forehead before he stepped to grab his coffee.
Emma felt like her face was on fire. βIs that something you enjoy? To be done to you I meanβ she asked.
βI have never done it, so I canβt say I would or wouldnβt enjoy it. Is that something you want to try?β he asked her without any shame at all.
She eyed him, βMaybe. Iβll think about it, I would worry that I would hurt you.β
He nodded, βI have heard that prostate stimulation provides quite the release for men,β he said seriously and smiled at her.
βI could ask August,β she said.
βNO!β he all but shouted. βOur bedroom, our business. I love you, and I understand August is a package deal with you but no Swan. I do not want you to ask August about prostates or anything regarding my arseβ he said, and she burst into laughter.
βOk, ok. I wonβt ask August how to give you a mind-blowing orgasm even though he would knowβ she said still giggling.
βFuck, youβre adorable,β he said and kissed her. βI am incredibly lucky to have you, I donβt know what I did to deserve you, but I am a right lucky bastard,β he said kissing her again before he sipped his coffee.
Emma looked at the clock, it was only nine. She walked down the hall and opened her closet and pulled down some boxes and bags and began looking through her drawers. August had cleaned out the majority of her dresser already, but the closet was still full.
She found her stickies and started walking through the rest of the apartment, Killian sitting in the window drinking his coffee still people watching. She placed stickies on pictures, her books. She stopped at her punching bag.
Killian walked over to her where she was looking. βBring itβ he said, and she looked at him curiously.
βWhere will we put it? The loft isnβt some massive spaceβ she said.
He circled her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder. βSo, I will build you an area for all this stuff, in the back room of the shop, hell I will give you the office if you want it,β he said and kissed her neck.
βWhat about all this kitchen stuff?β she asked. βWell, bring the Keurig,β he said, and she laughed, βbut I think we can donate the rest unless you want it, then we will donate mine,β he said. βOh, bring your pasta pot,β he said.
βItβs cute that you think I own a pasta potβ and she laughed at him, and he chuckled.
βSo, what do we need to bring?β he asked. She looked around. The art from my room and in here, my clothes, toiletries, I will leave cleaning supplies behind. We need to donate the kitchen stuff. Do you want the towels and linens, or should we just get new ones?β she trailed off.
Killian was grinning at her, βwhat?β she asked.
He shook his head, βnothing love. We can get new linens if you like, bathroom towels, whatever your heart desires. We can pick them out while we buy a new pasta potβ and she laughed.
She pulled up donation sites on her phone, βhey, there is a donation center a few blocks over, we can drop that stuff off last on our way back homeβ she said absentmindedly strolling around the room.
Killianβs heart somersaulted in his chest, she called Storybrooke home, she just did it without thinking about it. Her phone rang, she smiled and hit the speaker.
βHey,β she said.
βMorning sunshineβ Augustβs voice rang out. βDid you forgive Jones?β he asked.
She took him off speakerphone, βWe talked, everything is fine. I canβt believe you told him to feed meβ she said.
Whatever he said in response had Emma leaving the room. Killian was nervous, if he pissed off August, then there were going to be problems. He and Emma were a packaged deal, and Killian genuinely liked the man. He would never want to be at odds with him.
Emma came back in and handed him her phone βhe wants to speak to youβ she said and handed the phone to him.
βMorning August,β he said.
βJones. I need a favor from you while you are in town. I need you to pick something up for me, and I will get it from you when I come see you guys.β
βWhat is it?β Killian asked, and Emma looked at him concerned.
βA gift for Emma, so you will need to ditch her to get it.β
βOk, sure.β He said, and he shook his head at Emma.
βI will text you the details and let them know youβre coming. Text me when you are on your way there before you guys head out of the cityβ he said.
Killian nodded, βSure mate. Hey before we donate all Emmaβs kitchen, do you want anything?β he asked redirecting Emmaβs attention.
βThe Keurigβ and Killian laughed.
βItβs already claimed, sorryβ and August sighed βput me on speaker.β
βWhat do you want August?β Emma asked while she was pulling shoeboxes down.
βYou should probably pull the menagerie of dildos out of your nightstand and give them some use Emβ and cackled hanging up abruptly.
Emmaβs face reddened, βwhat an assholeβ she laughed.
Killian immediately went to her nightstand opening the drawer and his jaw dropped. βItβs like an arsenal of sex toys Swan,β he said pulling out one peculiarly shaped one.
Emma snatched it out of his hands, βI hate himβ she said.
βNow, now Swan. Letβs not be so rash. There are a lot of items in this treasure chest that I do believe we can make use of loveβ he said still looking through it.
Emma laid face down on her bed, βI wish the floor would swallow me wholeβ she said muffled by the blankets.
Killian stopped, βSwan, have you ever used these with anyone?β and she looked up and shook her head.
βNo, why?β she asked.
He nodded and leaned over her. βGood, we can keep them all thenβ and hooked his fingers under her shorts and pulled them down her legs. He grabbed the peculiar-shaped one and a tube of lubricant.
βI think we should test this one, make sure the batteries are still operationalβ he said smirking at her.
Emmaβs pupils dilated, and she bit her lip. βYou want to watch me?β she asked, and he nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
She lifted up pulling her tank top off and was completely bared to his gaze, her nipples hardening in the morning light that filtered through the windows.
Emma reached over grabbing the lube out of his hand, and took some of it, lubricating the longer end of it, and handed him something, he looked down at it curiously.
βItβs the remote,β she said, and he grinned wickedly at her.
βNow I like that very much,β he said totally turned on that he would control her pleasure.
βWant to help me warm up?β She asked coyly, her eyes practically glowing.
βWith pleasure,β he said kissing her, guiding her to lay flat on her back. He placed open mouth kissing, dragging them down her neck sucking lightly.
Glancing up at her, her green eyes darkened in lust. He continued his descent and his tongue darted out to tease that perfect bundle of nerves as he kept his eyes on hers.
He inhaled the scent of her and licked a stripe up her cunt with the flat of his tongue, and she moaned. He grabbed the toy, using it to tease her entrance which earned him a louder moan from Emmaβs parted lips. Emma took the toy from his hand and inserted it, he watched in fascination as it disappeared inside her.
βI want to watch you get off on watching meβ she panted, and he raised his eyes back to hers. He grabbed the remote and leaned over her, sucking each nipple into his mouth wetly, before licking across her lips.
βReady love?β and she nodded. He switched it on and heard the faint vibrating noise, and Emmaβs hips bucked. Killian pulled his pants down and fisted his cock tightly. He swiped the precum leaking out of his tip and offered his finger to Emma sucked it into her mouth and released his digit with a smirk.
He swallowed thickly, βbloody hellβ he croaked out.
Emma reached her hands up, kneading her breasts and pulling her nipples. He increased the speed on the toy by one, and she cried out, her thighs trembling. Killian was so turned on, he pumped and gripped himself hard, making sure to keep his eyes on Emma and not miss a single thing.
Her eyes were on his cock, watching as he rubbed himself. βDo you like watching me love?β he asked her in a strained voice, and she nodded.
βYouβre the most glorious thing I have ever bloody seen my love,β he said, feeling his sac pull tightly. Killian was working himself up too quickly and slowed his pace despite wanting to blow his load all over her perfect tits.
He hit the remote two notches and Emma arched her back and neck, her blonde curls escaping their confine, and fanning out tangled over her dark pillow. She was biting down on her bottom lip watching him touch himself.Β
He was regretting this plan, he wanted to feel Emma come all over his cock, he wanted to fill her up with his cum and be the reason she fell apart.
He stopped rubbing himself, he just lightly caressed the head of his cock, stroking his desire but not allowing himself a release. He turned the toy up another notch and Emma screamed, her hand reaching for him.
He knelt closer to her, licking into her mouth, plucking at her nipples, and her hands slid into his hair as her hips thrashed, her pleasure was coming too fast.
βEmma, I canβtβ he growled and turned the toy off. She looked startled and he swiftly removed the toy and pulled her up on her knees and gently pushed her forward onto her hands, her ass in the air.
He rubbed her cheeks and slapped them lightly and she moaned. He grabbed the lube and smeared some on his fingers. He lined his cock up and surged forward, eliciting a cry from Emma.
βLove, can I touch you here?β he asked rubbing over her ass, she stilled for a moment and nodded.
He rubbed the lube over his fingers warming it and kept pumping into her. Emma felt his thumb caress her ass, and she willed herself to calm down. His thick cock dragging in and out of her, she was already so worked up, and she felt him push his thumb into her ass slowly. It was like an assault on all of her senses.
βOh godβ she cried, her nails gripping the sheets, and Killianβs fingers dug into her hip as he plunged into her at a punishing pace.
βKillian, I need you to slow down! Babe, I am going to come!β
βGrip me, Emma, clench that perfect cunt around my cock and take it allβ he said.
She felt it coming, an onslaught of pleasure building faster and faster inside of her. His thumb in her ass made her feel deliciously full.
βGod I can feel my cock inside your perfect cunt Em,β he pushed and pulled his thumb quicker but still gentle, and he changed the position of it. He could feel his cock through her thin wall, and his thumb made her cunt only feel tighter around him.
βEmma loveβ he growled out, and he rammed into her stilling his hips as he pumped his thump gently in and out of her ass, she screamed as her orgasm washed through her, her ass clenching his thumb, and her cunt gripping his dick so tightly that his orgasm spilled into her in long jets.
βBloody hell,β he said, and Emma was breathing hard, her head on the bed, her arms had given out. He slid his thumb out slowly, and she moaned at the loss of it. He smirked at that.
He went to the bathroom and washed his hands, grabbing a cloth and wetting it to clean her up. He was gentle as he wiped her, her body jerked a little as he ran it over her clit and wiped between her thighs.
βAre you alright love?β he asked lying next to her, and she nodded. He rubbed her back lightly, as she came down from her high.
βWow,β she said eyeing him, and he nodded.
βDid that hurt, love?β he asked her, and she shook her head, and he grinned.
βI felt like you were everywhere, I canβt describe itβ she said biting her lip.
βGood,β he said and kissed her shoulder.
βWhy did you take the toy out?β she asked him, her green eyes sparkling.
βBecause I couldnβt handle watching you come from a toy, and not on my cockβ he said darkly, and she giggled.
βYouβre hopeless Jones. So should we toss the drawer?β
He looked horrified, βDEFINITELY NOT!β he lightly smacked her ass, and she laughed at him.
Emma rolled to her side, her breathing slowing down. She took a moment to sit herself up, thankful that he wiped her down, so she didnβt get everything dirty.
βAlright Jones, we had our fun. I need to see where the delivery guy is at with the boxesβ she said, rolling up and throwing on a pretty sundress and some panties. He just sat there dazed by her, and she kneeled next to him.
βYou done ogling, and ready to help?β she said kissing his cheek and he rolled onto his back and pulled her to his chest as she giggled, and he peppered her cheeks and lips with kisses.
βAs you wishβ and got up, throwing his pants and tee shirt back on. Emma shook her head at him and started pulling shoes out and stacking them. She pulled a pair of tall black suede boots out, and those caught his attention.
βThigh-high boots love?β he said, mental images flooding his brain and he felt all the blood rush south.
Emma smirked at him, βIf you donβt help pack Killian, we are never getting homeβ she said slapping him in his arm where she knew he wasnβt bruised.
βOi, hitting the invalid? Bad form Swanβ he said, and she rolled her eyes at him.
He knelt down next to her, βGo out with me tonightβ he said. Emma looked at him with sparkling eyes and kissed him. βOkay,β she said.
Killian got up, and went through the apartment, removing all the artwork Emma had tagged and laying them carefully on the couch for wrapping. He popped into her room, βdo you have spackle?β and she shook her head.
βWe can get some while we are outβ and the door buzzer rang. She hopped up and pulled open the door. A young man came in carrying large
rolls of bubble wrap, boxes, and packing tape. Killian watched the young man take in Emmaβs appearance, and definitely her lack of bra.Β
He cleared his throat, Emma looked at him confused and finished signing the receipt. The young man left quickly and threw Killian a sheepish look.
βWhat did I miss?β she asked him. He shrugged, βnothing of consequenceβ and grabbed the bubble wrap. Emma grabbed some boxes and began assembling them in her room.Β
Packing her shoes, folding clothes, and she looked at the clock, it was nearly one. She went out to find Killian, and he was just finishing wrapping her photos.
βLetβs go get lunch,β she said, and he nodded.
He strolled toward her, βI need a shower. Care to join me?β he said running his hand down her arms.
She smiled, βJust a showerβ and he nodded. βI can live with that for nowβ he said and led her to the bathroom.
Killian dressed in jeans a soft tee shirt and ballcap, and Emma came out of the bathroom with makeup on, and a white sundress that was to her feet, her hair braided.Β
He swallowed thickly, the vision of her in a white dress doing something to him on a level he hadnβt experienced before.
She grabbed a purse, and her sunglasses, and turned toward him smiling. What?β she asked.
He shook his head, βNothing love. You look terrificβ he said.
Emma smiled up at him, βCome on, I know the perfect place to take youβ she said.
They got to the lobby, and she whistled for a cab. Killian was surprised she could whistle that loudly, but nothing about her truly shocked him. Emma Swan was an absolute marvel, his marvelous treasure.
Emma directed the cabbie to βSeaport district pleaseβ, and Killian looked out the window smiling, looking out at the city breezing past them. She gave him an address and they arrived there shortly.
Emma swiped her card in the holder and thanked the man, leading Killian toward something resembling a seafood shack. βThe barking Crabβ he said laughing at the name and she nodded.
βI love their Mussels,β she said, and he nodded taking her hand and leading her inside.
They opted to sit outside next to the Channel on the patio. He looked around, taking it all in and Emma smiled watching him looking at every little thing. βDO you like it?β she asked.
He smiled at her, βI do. So, whatβs good here?β he asked.
βEverything. But I donβt know what your plans for dinner areβ she said.
βI was going to take us to a seafood place, but I donβt mind eating seafood all day and night, it is my favorite,β he said, and she nodded.
Their waitress appeared and Emma ordered beers for them and rattled off about 4 different items. Killian was distracted watching the boats and all the people walking along the waterway.
βI can see why you like it here,β he said still watching everything.
Emma squeezed his hand on the tabletop. βItβs been my home for a long time, but this will always be here, we can visit whenever we want. I want you to be home, ok?β she said, and he looked at her with an impish smile and nodded.
βI promise I will bring you back often loveβ and she smiled agreeing.
Killian was amazed at the order, mussels steamed in wine, crab legs, hunks of lobster with butter and garlic sauce, and some kind of delicious roasted potatoes.Β
They ate and talked. Laughing, and pointing at people as they walked by, he gazed at her often, looking so carefree and happy, their jokes felt like inside jokes just between them.
Killian knew this was it, she was it for him. He listened as Emma told him a ridiculous story about August and an idea, he had to try digging for clams on a weekend trip they took once, and how he sliced his foot wide open on a razor clam, bleeding all over the sand.
He liked hearing her happy memories, he hoped this weekend would be one of many for them, minus their argument. Their Waitress offered to take a photo of them, their first together he thought smiling.
They finished up their lunch and walked along the waterway, and when four oβclock rolled around Emma hailed a cab to take them home.
He remembered he needed to get Augusts' package, and they did need spackle for the nail holes, so he made a small list and grabbed the green keys telling Emma he was running to the store for that.Β
He dialed Augusts' cell, and he picked up immediately.
βThis better be a friendly call Jones,β he said.
βI am running out, text me the address and I will pick up your stuff while I am outβ Killian said.
βOk, I will call and let them know you are coming. Ask to see Marcoβ he said.
βThis isnβt anything illegal, is it?β Killian asked seriously.
August barked out a laugh, βno Jones. Just a gift for Em, but she canβt see it, so you need to pack it away where she wonβt find it before her birthdayβ he said.
Killian smiled, βok. Ill text you when I have itβ he replied.
βYou may see something there that you like too,β he said cryptically.
βI will text you later,β Killian said, and he heard a man in the background. βAugust is everything ok?β he asked.
βYah, yah Jones. I will talk to you soon.β Killian heard someone distinctly call August βbabeβ before the phone cut out. Did August have someone that he was seeing? He shook the thought off, it was none of his business.Β
He hailed a cab giving the address and was brought to a small shopfront.
Killian paid for the cab and stepped out, the front door of the shop open, and he smiled. A jewelry store, he shook his head and walked inside.
An older man was seated on a stool, glasses perched low on his nose, and he looked up noticing Killian. βYou must be Jones,β he said with a slight accent.
Β Killian nodded and extended his hand, βKillian Jones. August Booth sent me hereβ he said a little unsure.
The man nodded and got up disappearing into the back room of the store. He came out with a wrapped package setting it down in front of him.
It was not small, but too large for their suitcase, he would need to wrap it and hide it in a moving box, he thought.
Marco eyed him, βis there something else you might care to see Killian?β the man asked.
Killian looked up at him and scanned the store. βMaybeβ and he turned to walk along with the cases. He stopped in front of the case, spotting something.Β
His heart racing, blood pounding through him, βcan I see that oneβ he pointed, and Marco smiled and nodded, opening the case, and bringing the tray out. He grabbed a velvet cloth, and Killian pointed.
Marco held it up, βI see you have exquisite taste my boyβ and Killian swallowed. βMay I?β and Marco handed it to him with the cloth wrapped around the base.
Killian looked down, it was perfect, he smiled. βEmma would be very luckyβ he said quietly to Killian.
Killian swallowed. βUm, I am not sure, you see we havenβt been together with all that long, I donβt know if it would be a wise choiceβ he stammered.
Marco nodded and took it back from him. βHow about I put this on hold, and remove it from the floor, I will give you 30 days. You can call me, and if you want it, I will take installments if you wishβ he said knowingly.
Killian swallowed, βHow much is it?β he asked.
βForty. But for Emma, Thirtyβ Marco said taking it back and tucking it safely inside of a velvet box and setting it on the counter.
Killian swallowed, βUh, yeah. Um, do you have a card I can take with me?β he asked, and Marco slid one to him.
βHow about we look over here my boyβ and Marco led Killian across to necklaces, and bracelets. He scanned the case, and Marco pulled out a few trays.
βEmma is simple, she doesnβt wear a lot of jewelry,β he said, and Marco nodded knowingly. βDo you know her?β Killian asked the man.
Marco smiled at him, βvery well actually. August and she both worked here in their younger daysβ he said.
Killian smiled at that, βwell, what do you think would be most appropriate?β he asked.
Marco lifted a pendant, it was a circle, on a gold chain. βVery simpleβ Marco said, βperfect for Emma,β he said. Killian knew she would like it, so he nodded, and Marco rang it up, and wrapped it for him. The box small enough to fit in his pocket.
βIt was a pleasure my boyβ Marco grinned and shook Killianβs hand.
βThank you, I uh, I will be in touch. Just donβt mention it to August pleaseβ and Marco nodded.
Killian headed out, and Marcoβs voice rang out βShe would be very luckyβ he smiled at Killian, and Killian nodded heading out of the store in a daze, with Augusts' package tucked under his arm.Β
He hailed a cab rattling off an address to a hardware store near Emmaβs apartment and thought about the ring the entire drive until the cab came to a stop.
He got out, and grabbed what they needed, and asked for a paper bag so he could stash Augusts' box in it without Emma spotting it. He shot a text off to August, and he didnβt respond as he made his way into Emmaβs building.
Emma was laying on the couch out of his sight when he came in, and he quickly set the bag on the counter, noticing her books and photos all wrapped and boxed.
βEmma?β He called out, and she popped up scaring him.
βHey, where have you been?β She asked smiling. Β
βI went to the hardware store on my google app, talked to a nice old man for quite a while,β he said, it wasnβt a lie he thought.
Emma smiled at him, βWell the closet is packed, out here, and the bathroom except for a few things we need out for two days. Should we start loading the truck?β she asked, and he nodded.
Killian grabbed the paper bag and headed to the bedroom, ten boxes neatly labeled were stacked up, and he saw a few lefts. He quickly slid the present for Emma in their suitcase and took Augustβs wrapping it in bubble wrap and shoved it into one of the boxes.
Emma appeared in the doorway, βWhat time is our reservation?β she asked startling him.
βI made it for 8:00, I wasnβt sure how long this would takeβ and she nodded at him.
βHow about you go grab the elevator, and I will start bringing these out to it, just hold it until they are all insideβ he said, and she nodded slipping her sandals on.
He began lifting all the boxes out and depositing them in the elevator while Emma stood there holding it open, texting on her phone.Β
He grabbed her photographs and carefully leaned them against the wall as they descended to the garage. Emma unlocked the car, and he began loading it.
βI will grab your bag last before we leave,β he said to her, and she nodded looking in the car.
βYou were right, maybe I had more than I thought,β she said smiling and he put his arm around her neck pulling her close.
βTold youβ and kissed her with a smacking kiss.
They headed back in, and Emma looked around her apartment. βYou got spackle?β she asked him, and he nodded, walking to the bedroom, and handed it to her.Β
βSit, I got it,β he said, and she laid on the couch on her phone while he walked through filling tiny nail holes.
βHow long did you leave here for Swan?β he called out from the hallway. βThree years,β she said, and he was surprised. βDid August live in Boston too?β he asked.
βFor two, not with me, but just a block away. Canada is the furthest he has ever been from meβ she said.
Killian nodded and filled the last holes, the pink spackle already drying white in some spots. βSo, your punching bag, our suitcase, and maybe one more box?β he asked her, and she scanned the room, making sure nothing was left.
βYep, and the kitchen stuff for donation. I called for a pickup of that though while you were out, they will be here Monday morningβ she said, and he nodded.
He collapsed in an armchair, and she smiled. βThank you for your helpβ she said.
He smiled, βI would do this ten times if that were what it would take loveβ he said.
Emma laughed and nodded, getting up to head toward the bedroom. βBabe, whatβs the name of the restaurant?β she called out to him.
βMastro's Ocean Club,β he said glancing at the app on his phone. He heard Emma let out a whistle as she walked down the hall towards him. She plopped on his lap and kissed his cheek.
βThat is very pricey sir,β she said. βWe can go somewhere less expensive, that place is like Rockefeller expensiveβ and he smiled at her.
βEm, it is fine, we arenβt eating there every day, love. Letβs go get dressed up and have a fancy dinnerβ he said bopping her nose.
She frowned, βDid you bring a dinner jacket?β and he laughed, βI did actually. I looked it up and booked it before we leftβ and she looked surprised.
βAlrighty then!β She said laughing at him. She stayed curled up on his lap for a little while, until he shifted her.
βMy legs are numb Swan,β he said kissing her hair.
She stretched out and rolled to the floor, the rug softening her fall. Killian laughed at her, and she smiled watching him rub the blood back into his legs.Β
He rolled to the floor next to her and swept her hair back off her face, and leaned over her to kiss her.
βYou taste like garlic,β he said, and she laughed.
βSo do you, but I donβt mindβ and they laid there making out like teenagers on the rug for a while. Killian finally rolled to the side and glanced at the clock. βYou need time to get ready?β he asked her, and she nodded as she sat up.
βI am hopping in the shower,β he said, and she went to her closet looking at the choices she left out. She had two dresses that might suffice, it was a short black leather dress that she loved, and she had left out her tall black heels.
She heard Killian in the shower and turned on her curling wand, laying out all her makeup on her dresser.
She walked out to call August, and he picked up right away.
βHey, sunshine,β he said.
βHi. I miss youβ she whined.
August laughed at her, βHow is everything, all patched up?β he asked.
βYep. We went to lunch, and we are going to dinner in a bit. What are you up to?β she asked as she flipped through her menu drawer, gathering them all up to toss.
βAh, not much. I finished the wire fraud case, and I am having dinner with a friend myselfβ he said.
Emma dropped the menus, βAre you going on a date!β She asked excitedly and he laughed.
βYou could say that,β he said cryptically.
βAugust! I want to know everything! Please?β she begged.
βHis name is Scott, and this is our 4th or 5th date, right?β he called out and Emma nearly dropped the phone.
βHe is in your apartment with you, like right now!β she squealed.
August laughed, βYouβre on speaker Em,β he said, βBe good.β
βScott, what is your last name, and Hi, Iβm Emma, and are you guys in a relationship?β She said quickly hearing August sigh.
A deep voice came out, βHi Emma, I have heard a lot about you. I am Scott Wilson, I work in IT, and yes I like to think Auggie, and I are in a relationshipβ he said.
Emma was speechless and burst into laughter. βAuggie! OH MY GOD, You will never be August ever again! Thank you so much Scott!β she laughed, and August took her off speakerphone, βWhy?!β he was chastising Scott who appeared to be laughing.
βNo way duckling, you will never be calling me that, or I will disown youβ he said.
βAw Auggie you canβt give your sister backβ she teased.
βI hate you,β he said without malice.
βI know Auggie, but it will be ok. So, when you come to see us, you will be bringing Scott too right?β she said practically bouncing in her seat.
She could practically hear Augusts' eyes roll through the phone, βPerhapsβ he said. βNow go enjoy your dinner with Jones,β he said.
βFinnnnnnneeeeeβ She whined, βwait! I have a questionβ and she thought to Killianβs refusal of her to ask August anything bedroom-related.
βActually, never mind, I got itβ and August laughed.
βLove you,β he said.
βBye Scott! Love you Auggieβ she singsonged and he hung up on her.
She sat there laughing, and Killian came out in a towel, βWhatβs so funny love?β
Emma stood up, βAugust has a boyfriend! I just caught them; his name is Scott. I need my laptopβ and she rushed toward her bed grabbing it, pulling up a website, and Killian watched her start typing in the manβs information.
βEm, come on love. Donβt run a check on himβ and she glared at him. βAuggie did one on you, fair is fairβ she shrugged, and Killian laughed shaking his head. βYou two are completely mental.β
βAh-ha! Got you!β she said and pulled his address, tax information, ID, and a whole slew of other things.
βOH MY GODβ she exclaimed, and Killian leaned down.
βWhat?β he asked, βEm this feels wrong love, the man deserves privacy.β
She kept looking and clicked. βHe has a Facebook page!β She began looking through all his photos until Killian pushed the lid of her laptop down.
βLove, please go get ready and leave the man alone,β he said softly.
Emma rolled onto her back, and looked up at him pouting, βButβ and Killian dropped his towel, leaning between her legs.
βI suggest you go get ready love, or I am going to keep you here in this bed, and your thoughts off the person in August's life, by force if I have toβ and he smirked at her, licking the seam of her lips. She felt him harden against her leg, βOkay! Let me up!β he laughed and rolled off her.
She went into the bathroom and tried to get her thoughts on tonight, on Killian, and tonight. Tomorrow she wanted to take him to a ballgame at Fenway, as a surprise, and she needed to focus. She applied her makeup a little heavier than usual, and her hair perfectly curled.
She stepped out and Killian was out in the living room watching tv, and she noticed her laptop missing. She glanced at the clock and pulled out her surprise for him. She stepped into the bathroom with them and her dress.
She put her pretty black lace set up, and her garter belt. She carefully rolled up her thigh highs, clipping them into place, and took a look at herself. She smirked, he would not know what hit him she thought, and pulled her dress on, Zipping it up.
She came out and slid her heels on, and grabbed her favorite clutch, putting necessities in there. She strolled out to the living room where Killian was waiting for her, and his jaw dropped.
βHi,β she said, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. βWowβ is all he could manage.
He walked toward her wrapping his arms around her waist and looked down at her shoes. βAlways such impractical footwear,β he said smiling against her lips.
βI know, but I like theseβ and he smiled at her.
βyou look good enough to eat love, and his fingertips skirted the edge of her dress. Emma quickly pushed his hands away, βNope! Food Jones, you promised me a dateβ she said smirking and he nodded and grabbed his jacket off the hook by the door. βDo you need anything else before we leave?β and she shook her head pushing the elevator button.
Killian caged her against the wall with his arms, nuzzling her neck. βYou are going to drive me absolutely mad,β he said lightly nipping her pulse point.
βThatβs the point,β she said and pecked him quickly.
Emma whistled for a cab, and let Killian get in first. She didnβt want him catching a glimpse of her surprise for him, and grinned. When they arrived at the restaurant, he paid for the cab and led her inside, his hand warm on the small of her back, her blood pumping through her.
She had to try to not grin or react to his touch and keep herself presentable in a place like this. They were seated at their table and Killian chose a bottle of wine.
Emma smiled at him; he was really going all out to impress her. βYou know I am a sure thing Jones, no need to break the bank,β she said sliding her fingers deliberately up and down her wine glass and looking at him watching the movement.
Killian swallowed, almost choking on his wine as he listened to her words. βYou deserve a fancy night out Swan, wined, dined, maybe even sixty-nined if you play your cards right love,β he said smirking. What he was not expecting what to feel Emmaβs foot stroke up his leg. He looked at her, trying to keep his face impassive, and she smirked mischievously.
He grabbed her ankle surprising her, βCareful love, youβre playing with fireβ he said lowly, his cock stiff in his pants, and Emma blew him a kiss.
βI think I can handle that Jones,β she said, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm his dick down. The waiter by some merciful god appeared, and placed their plates before them, giving them the interruption, he needed. He wanted desperately to give her the necklace, but he would wait until dessert.
He looked down at his plate, and an artful arrangement of seafood sat before him, and he smiled at Emma. She looked a little overwhelmed by her plate of crab legs, and the crackers, they really were barking crab casual people with beers and laughter over silly jokes. He smiled at her, the thought warming his heart, and began to eat, smirking as Emma called the waiter over to crack the legs and bring them back.
He laughed at her, βWhy on earth would you order that if you didnβt know how to crack them?β She smiled and shrugged, βin a place like this I assumed they would at least pre-crack them for meβ and smiled again as the waiter placed her plate back down.
They talked about all kinds of things, they decided to paint the bedroom in the loft, Emma asked if there was room for a bench in his shower, and he nodded. They were making plans to travel away for weekends, and it was just surprisingly easy to picture.
The waiter cleared their plates, and Emma started to say something before she was handed a dessert menu. βI am happy we are doing this, I really amβ she said, and he cocked an eyebrow confused. βUs, a life, I didnβt know I wanted it so badly, but I guess I just needed to find you,β she said, and her cheeks turned pink.
He smiled, and reached into his coat, βI got you something todayβ and he slid the velvet box towards her, her eyes widening. She looked at him curiously, and he nodded βgo on, open itβ and he noticed her hands shake slightly.
She popped open the lid, and she smiled big and wide. She got up out of her chair and leaned down to kiss him in front of the whole restaurant.
βI love you,β she said and kissed him one last time returning to her seat. She held the circle up and looked at it. βIt is beautiful Killian, I love itβ she said with a little awe in her voice.
He blushed and nodded.
βWhen did you find the time?β she asked, and his ears turned pink she noticed.
βWhen I went out today, I passed by a store that caught my eye and I just wanted to get you somethingβ he said.
She unclasped it, and asked, βwould you help me?β and he got up swiftly and clasped it for her.
The waiter stopped by and smiled at them, βDessert?β and she nodded, βbut please pack it to go,β she said, and the waiter took her order and scurried away.
Killian looked at her and she smiled, shrugging at him. βWe can have dessert laterβ she said, and he grinned at her laughing. βToo right you are, my love.β
They made out like teenagers in the back of the cab, Emma kept pushing his hands away from the hem of her dress, and the cabbie was probably scandalized by their behavior.
They made it to the elevator before Killian dropped the dessert and pushed her against the wall of the elevator. He was finally able to slide his hands successfully up her dress. He stopped and pulled back, lifting her dress up, his pupils blown wide, and Emma bit her lip.
βSurprise,β she said, and he hoisted her over his shoulder as the elevator opened. He unlocked her door, practically sprinting to her room. He removed her shoes, dropping them along the hallway, and set her down on the soft carpet.
She turned away and he slid the zipper of her dress down, and she turned back to him. Her fingers sliding his coat off and unbuttoning his dress shirt. He toed his shoes off and tore his pants and socks off.
Emma pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, and slowly removed her dress, her arms sliding out of each hole, and slowly peeling it down her until it dropped on the floor.
Killianβs eyes were nearly pitch black with desire, his tongue licking over his lips as he took in the sight of her surprise.
βBloody Christ Emma, have you been wearing this all night?β he asked, and she bit her lip nodding.
Killian drank in the sight before him, she was a bloody goddess. Black sheer stockings, a lacy garter belt, and a matching bra and panty set he hadnβt seen before. He stood up and picked her up, her legs going around his waist, and he smiled as he laid her back on the bed.
He stood there looking at her perched on her elbows looking at him, waiting for him to make a move. He grabbed his pants, βCan I take a picture of you love?β she hesitated and nodded. He got the camera up and she tipped her head back and spread her legs. Snap, Snap, Snap.
He walked around the bed taking pictures of her at different angles. Emma smirked and laughed in some, he captured her perfectly.
βKillian stop!β she said pouting and he threw his phone to the floor and leaned over her.
βSorry love, something so perfect needs to be capturedβ he said weaving his hand into her curls and kissing her deeply, angling her head with his hand.
He kissed down her neck, his hand snapping the garters against her skin, and she gasped at the sensation. He smirked against her skin doing it again, working his way down, kissing the tops of her breasts, sucking, and licking her soft skin.
Emma had never felt so desired in her entire life, it was an intoxicating feeling. His lips and tongue lavishing over her heated skin, desire pooling between her legs as he kissed his way further down her toward the apex of her thighs.
She gasped as he snapped the garter straps against her skin, surprising her. She felt his warm breath over her clit through the sheer panties, and his nose nuzzled against her. She moaned at the small contact.
βGods you smell divine loveβ and he licked her through her panties. It was so much, and not enough. His hands rubbed up and down her legs, squeezing her skin and toying with her.
She was surprised when he unhooked the garter belt from her stockings, and slid her panties down, refastening the belts to her stockings. She smirked at him, βYou want them on?β
He spread her thighs wider, bending her knees up on the bed, and lowered himself to just above her clit. βYou look too delicious love, I am going to devour every inch of youβ he said darkly, and he began lapping at her clit, his thumbs spreading her folds apart. Her head dropped back to the bed and her neck arched as he plunged his tongue inside her, fucking her with his mouth.
βOh godβ she moaned, her fingers scraping against his scalp, and he moaned against her cunt. He was drinking in every drop of her arousal; she was so wet, it was intoxicating. Her scent, her arousal, he felt drunk on her. He tucked two fingers inside her, continuing to lap at her, and curled them, thrusting, and rubbing her just right.
Emma squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples through the lace as Killian swiped over that spot with just the right amount of pressure. Her orgasm was rolling through her limbs, her veins crackling in anticipation as he sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed, her hips bucking, her hands clenching the sheets as it tore through her with fury.
Killian brought her down gently and laid beside her. He pulled her above him, steadying her hips as he lowered her onto his thick length. Emma moaning deeply as he filled her up. She leaned back on one arm slightly, the angle allowing that last little bit of his cock to slip inside her.
βFucking Christ Emmaβ he bit out, his tongue swiping over his lips, tasting her there. She began to move, to lift her hips, up and down his length fucking him with a hurried purpose. He leaned up, his arms under hers pulling her down on his cock hard and deep.
He groaned as he hit the bottom of her cunt, her walls so hot, and tight. She cried out, her nails digging into his skin, as she tried to keep her rhythm steady. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when she squeezed him like a vice, sliding up and down him.
Killian gripped her hair and pulled her closer, pushing deeper inside of her. His lips bruising hers in hard kisses. βI am going to come Emmaβ he growled and bit down at the junction of her neck and shoulderβ and she went faster, harder, and he could feel that spot deep inside her with the tip of his cock.
He held her tight, intent on bringing her with him when he felt her walls pulse around him, and he thrust up into her harder, and she gripped him as her body began to shake.
βOh godβ she screamed, and he let go, his cum filling her as he continued thrusting himself into her, emptying himself inside of her.
Emma gripped onto him as she came again, feeling every lash of cum hit her deep inside, she sagged against his sweaty chest. His head buried in her chest, his hands gripping her hips still.Β
He pulled back to look at her, he pushed her sweaty curls off of her face and pulled her into a kiss. βIβm not done with you yet love,β he said lifting her off of him, flipping her onto her stomach.
He wrapped his arm under her stomach hauling her up to her knees and bent her forward. He dragged his hand through the cum leaking out of her, smearing it over her puckered hole.
βEmma, can I?β he asked.
She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded. He reached over and grabbed the tube of lube on the nightstand and warmed her up by using his finger. βRelax love, I wonβt hurt youβ and he felt the tight ring relax a fraction allowing him entry.
He slid his index finger in slowly, her back arched and she groaned. βItβs ok love, I will go slow, I promise Emmaβ and her head dipped down to the mattress.
He gently slid it in and out and squirted the lube over his dick, coating himself thickly, bringing his cock to full attention as he continued pushing his finger in and out. He squirted some over her ass, pushing it in with his finger, loosening her up, slipping in a second finger. She moaned at the entry.
Killian went slow, slightly scissoring his fingers, feeling her soft tissues relaxing. Emma was lightly rocking her hips into his hand, and he smiled. He knelt up and brought the tip of his dick to her hole, removing his fingers quickly and replacing them with the head of his cock.
Emma cried out softly at the different feeling, her mind in a million places, as she tried to focus on Killianβs reassuring coos. She felt the tip of his cock slip in, βoh godβ she moaned biting her lip.
Killian rubbed her lower back with his hand, gently rocking himself into her ass gently, and she felt him inch in further. She felt him add more lube, spreading it around her, and he slid in further.
Killian looked down, watching as his dick slid further into her perfect ass. The tight muscles clenching him tightly, he bit down on his lip until the lube allowed him to slide in further. Emma moaned, βare you ok loveβ and she nodded.
βGood girl,β he said lovingly, and began rocking, sliding deeper with each soft thrust. He pushed a little harder, and her muscles gave way allowing him full entry. He went slow, and his eyes snapped shut as he slid all the way in.
He gripped her hip with his hand steadying her and used his clean one to reach around and rub her clit. Emma arched, her head tilting to the side, and a breathy moan escaping her swollen lips.
βOh love, itβs so good. So soft, and tight loveβ he reassured her, keeping his pace steady and slow. His fingers rubbing her clit, teasing her lips, and her sensitive nub which was swollen. He rubbed his cum over her folds, and she cried out again with his next plunge.
He rocked against her ass, a little faster, his sac slapping against her clit with his thrust, the feeling of being buried inside her was bloody heaven. He kept going, keeping pace with his hand, and Emma lifted up onto her elbows, changing the angle, making it feel tighter.
He groaned her name, and Emma began rocking herself against him, the feeling so intense. Her arousal skyrocketing as his sac kept slapping at her clit with each thrust, his big cock stretching her ass, she felt so full. His hand rubbing her clit skillfully, playing her just right.
She felt another orgasm brewing in her belly, her core flooding with arousal as she looked back seeing the look on his face as he watched his cock going in and out of her ass. βHoly fuckβ she cried, and she knew it was going to come fast and hard.
His cock slid in and out of her with ease now, and he felt a gush of arousal wash over his fingers inside her, her ass scorching hot and so fucking soft around him. βEm I am going to come with you love,β he said harshly, and he quickened the pace of his fingers inside her, and Emma began trembling.
βthatβs it love, good girl, squeeze me Em,β he said, and she moaned. He pinched the lips of her clit, and she screamed again, her cunt gripping his fingers, walls pulsing, and her ass gripped him, and he saw a flash of white as his orgasm shot through him like a firework. He slowed his pace, as her ass milked every drop out of him.
He waited until she sagged, and slowly pulled out of her. He leaned back on his heels, Emma breathing heavy, her face on her arms on the bed, her ass in the air still. He swallowed as he took in the sight of him dripping out of both of her holes. Bloody Fuck she was going to be the death of him.
βIβll be right back loveβ and stood feeling dizzy. He went to the shower turning it on warm, not hot, and set a towel on the bench over the cold tile. He washed his hands and grabbed a cloth to wipe her. She mewled as he wiped her gently.
He tied her hair up in a bun and took off the bra, and stockings. He bent to scoop her up and carried her to the shower. He set her on the bench gently and detached the showerhead, changing the setting to a softer setting, and knelt between her legs.
He looked at her, she was wrecked but so fucking beautiful. βLove, I am going to clean you up, ok?β and she looked at him, eyes glassy, and nodded with a small smile.
He grabbed the washcloth wetting and soaping it lightly and began washing her gently. She moaned slightly at the contact, but he kissed her forehead and kept going. He helped her to stand and cleaned her thoroughly, and held her, washing her whole body.
He grabbed a towel and gently dried her off, slipping her nightgown over her. He tucked her into her bed, and quickly showered himself, climbing into bed with her. Emmaβs eyes were open, and she smiled sleepily at him.
He tucked her into his arms and kissed her.
βAre you alright my love?β he asked.
Emma looked at him βWowβ she said a giggled softly. He smirked, βso I didnβt hurt you?β and she shook her head. βIt was just, wow,β she said turning her face into his chest.
βLove donβt be embarrassed if you enjoyed it. Never be ashamed of me loving you, or us making love in our bedβ he said softly.
βItβs not something I would do all the time, but you didnβt hurt me. It was just completely differentβ she said sleepily.
He nodded, βI love youβ and he nodded, curling her fingers into his chest hair, and fell asleep. He laid there thinking about what just happened and smiled. He never thought he would have this, loving someone so wholly, body, heart, all of it.Β
He thought of the first time that he saw her, and let that memory guide him into sleep with Emma wrapped in his arms.
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Can't Forget, Won't Forgive
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader [post war]
Word Count: 3,420 (nice)
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, mentions of depression and anxiety, slight PTSD, a bit angst with fluffy ending
Request: @perfectlyimperfectcrystal: Can you make Draco x oc post war fic?
Summary: Four years after a war that she believed ruined her life reader is forced to reenter her past for a party with an unexpected guest [Reader is abt 22, 23 Draco is 21]
A/n: I ligit re wrote this three time, I could not figure out what to do and eveything I wrote was cringy as fuck, I'm so sorry this took forever, I'm hopping to finish up a few old requests soon. Love u all <3
Β Β Β Your heart seized in your chest. Everything in you was begging your legs to turn and run. You bit harshly on your lip, this was a bad idea, teeth sunk into flesh and you tasted blood. A really bad idea. The grip on your small gift bag tightened. You could turn around right now and no one would know. You felt like throwing up, were you panicking again? You couldn't tell your chest felt too tight. You could text Harry and tell him you were sick. It would be fine. You donβt have to.Β
Β Β Β You turned on your heels, tears nearly springing into your eyes as you opened the door to your car. You slammed it shut gripping the steering wheel and leaning your forehead on its center. Sobs stung your eyes as your knuckles went white. You felt so weak, this wasn't you, you had fought death eaters, saved hundreds, survived torture, killed people. Now you were crying in a 1998 Corolla because you were too scared to go into a house full of nothing but old friends? It was pathetic.Β
Β Β Β Your teeth found your already raw bottom lip, you sucked in a breath and released it. You could do this. You snatched the paper bag beside, left the safety of your car, sprinted up the porch steps and knocked three times before you could change your own mind.Β
Β Β Β You could hear shuffling inside before the door was flung open and you were greeted by a freckled red-head.Β
Β Β Β βY/N!β George shouted, βWe were beginning to think you wouldnβt show!βΒ
Β Β Β βI guess Iβm fashionably late.β You laughed awkwardly cringing at your own words.Β
Β Β Β The twin just chuckled, βCome in, weβve got tons of food and even more alcohol because ya know were actually old enough to drink now.β He laughed dragging you inside.Β
Β Β Β You giggled your heartbeat slowing, βI missed you, George.βΒ
Β Β Β βI missed you too kitty.β He answered by pulling you into a hug. You welcomed it, heart throbbing at the nickname his late brother had given you.Β
Β Β Β You followed the man into the house which was already crowded with people. What else could you expect of an engagement party of the Boy Who Lived? Although you were sure Hermione planned it. You ran into Ginny and made small talk, looking at the ring and congratulating her on her wins in quidditch. Harry then stole her away after a quick greeting explaining something about Seamus breaking a pool cue.Β
Β Β Β You were suddenly left alone, you took a deep breath. You decide a drink would be best, a beer or two would do miracles for your nerves. You found the kitchen surprisingly empty, you opened the fridge grabbing a beer. You glanced around for an opener but opted for a small knife in the block to your left. You popped it open and took a sip, the cold liquid giving you a warm sensation.
You hopped up onto the counter glancing out of the door and watching as George arm-wrestled Ron over a coffee table.Β
You snorted as the elder smashed the others arm down leaping to his feet and letting out a cry of victory. It still hurt a bit to look at him. Fred was so similar. But you would never let him know that you were sure he knew well enough himself.
You turned as you heard footsteps approach and your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes locked with deep grey as your heart stopped beating.
"Oh um hey y/n.," Draco spoke his hand scratching at the back of his neck.Β
You had heard that your life flashed before your eyes when you were about to die. You thought it couldn't be much different than the memories you had worked very hard to bury that flashed through you as you stared at the platinum blonde in front of you.Β
"What the fuck are you doing here?" You hissed your jaw clamped shut as you felt hot tears rise to your eyes.Β
"Oh, I was invited." His laughter was empty and suffocating at the same time.Β
Your eyes stung. You lept from the counter slamming the beer in your hand down so hard you heard it crack. Draco flinched.
"Y/n I-," The man rushed towards you grabbing your wrist.Β
Without a second of hesitation, your other hand shot up and you slapped him clean across the face. The sound your hand made on his pale cheek was loud, the smack gaining the attention of a few who sat in the living room.
"Stay the fuck away from me." You seethed stepping away from him.Β
"Y/n?" You turned to see Luna, her pale blue eyes wide. You couldn't even offer a smile as you turned, sprinting to the door.Β
You made it into the cold November air and realized it had gotten dark out. The light filtering from the house paired with the few buzzing street lamps cast a yellow filter over your surroundings. You fumbled with your keys as you made your way towards your car. You were leaving this time, that was non-negotiable.Β
βY/n!β A small voice yelled from the porch.
You didnβt want to look up but you did. Your keys slid into the door and you twisted click, your it was unlocked.Β
βY/n, please, I just want to talk to you,β Luna begged from the steps. You bit on your lip again, it stung harshly.Β
Β Β Β Turning you fought back tears as you pulled your keys from your door and stepped away from the car. Luna smiled softly at you. βIt's good to see you, Luna.βΒ
Β Β Β βIt's great to see you y/n. I was quite disappointed when we lost contact.β She explained aloof as ever. βBut guess you blocked us all out on purpose.β Blunt as ever as well.
Β Β Β You swallowed thickly not sure how to respond, she was right after all.Β
Β Β Β βItβs alright, no one blames you. You went through a lot. We were all very surprised to see you here today. George has missed you dreadfully.β She hummed leading you back inside where you could no longer see your breath. βIβm happy you came too. I always liked talking with you.β She continued up some stairs stopping midway and sitting down, patting the spot next to her which you took.Β
Β Β Β It was quiet for a while, you could hear laughter and music, a loud gasp followed by more laughter. You wondered if they were still arm wrestling. Tears clung to your eyes, you swallowed them but the world remained blurry.Β
Β Β Β βI canβt be around him, Luna.β You choked out, βNot after what he did to us.β
Β Β Β βHe didnβt do anything to us.β She shrugged playing with her large necklace.Β
Β Β Β Your brows furrowed, βHow can you say that? How can you say that after those months Luna?βΒ
Β Β Β βHe didnβt do anything, his father did.β She explained her eyes now trained on you.Β
Β Β Β βAnd where is he?β You spat, βIn his mansion with zero consequences.β
Β Β Β βI suppose youβre right.β She mumbled, βBut it does no good to take it out on Draco he didnβt do anything.β
Β Β Β βThatβs the issue Luna,β You hissed, βHe didnβt do anything. He didnβt do anything as we were locked in his basement.β
Β Β Β She hummed, βHe couldnβt do anything.β You wished you could disagree, βHeβs quite nice you know. It was a bit awkward at first but heβs quite nice now, he's going to be one of Harryβs groomsmen I believe.β
Β Β Β βWhat?!β You exclaimed.
Β Β Β βThey are good friends now, he is quite nice like I said.β She had begun to fiddle with the ends of your hair, βHe asks about you a lot. Always wondering how you are now and if you are going to come to parties and such.βΒ
Β Β Β βHe shouldnβt ask.β You huffed, βI donβt know why he does.βΒ
Β Β Β βI think I do.β She hummed, you waited for her to explain but she didnβt. βHe was just a child back then, he was a scared kid, we canβt blame what he did on him. He thought he had to.βΒ
Β Β Β Anger fought through you taking your mind hostage. You could feel your face flush, eyes narrow, expression darkening, βYou know what, I was a scared kid too, I was fucking horrified. He may get a free pass from the rest of you but he won't from me. I wonβt forget what he did.β You seethed standing and walking down four steps.Β
Β Β Β βYou wish you could forget though. I know you do. That's why you donβt return our calls or come to birthday parties. You want to forget yet you refuse to. You confuse me y/n.β Luna claimed. She didnβt stop you as you left the house, refusing to look back. You peeled out of the driveway less than a minute later tears of anger and frustration streaming down your face.Β
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Β Β Β You got home and swore, finding the only liquor in the house to be rose strawberry tequila, something you had bought, opened and hated. You drank it anyway plopping down on the couch with cold pizza from the night before and turning on the TV to see an episode of some anime you couldnβt keep track of. The main character yelled too much and the main girl was obsessed with a boy. It pissed you off, a fuckin pushover.Β
Β Β Β You were about an episode in, swearing as a character whose name you couldnβt remember was flung from a rooftop. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, you flipped it open struggling to read the small writing on the greenish background. You gave up closing it and chucking it across the room as the boy stood back up blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. You cheered.Β
Β Β Β Draco isnβt sure what prompted him to show up at your doorstep at 2:32 in the morning. Maybe it was the constant nagging from Ginny or maybe the fact that you had seen but had not replied to his text or maybe it was the fact that he had been in love with you since he was 13, never had the guts to tell you, was forced into letting some fucked up things happen to you and now you wouldnβt even look at him. Or maybe it was simply because he was hammered. In all honesty, it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he was now banging on your apartment door.Β
Β Β Β You weren't quite sure if you were imagining it or not as you jumped from your sleep. The loud banging continued as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face. You stood up head aching slightly as you felt a hangover in the near future. You stumbled towards the door swearing as you tripped over a chair leg.Β
Β Β Β βJesus what!?β You shouted flinging opening the door. In seconds someone came stumbling at you. A body collided with yours at a fighting force knocking you straight to the ground. You shrieked feeling your lower back ram into your hardwood floor.Β
Β Β Β βFuck sorry.β The body mumbled propping himself up straddling your waist, his hands on either side of your head. Draco soaked in your image, your cheeks flushed, eyes wide, lips pursed. βGod youβre so fuckin beautiful,β he mumbled one of his hands moving to stroke your ruffled hair.Β
Β Β Β You slapped his hand away, jaw clenched, βGet off of me!β you yelled lifting your knee and connecting it with his stomach.Β
Β Β Β He wheezed face contorting in pain as you rolled him off of you standing up, βWhat the hell are you doing here Malfoy?β You spat his name like poison.Β
Β Β Β Draco now lay on his back staring up at your ceiling he groaned running his hand through his hair, βI missed you.β he mumbled upwards, βI missed you so fucking much.β his words broke.
Β Β Β βOh my god, youβre drunk.β You groaned slamming the heels of your hands into your eyes.Β
Β Β Β βI'm not drunk.β He fought back sitting up quickly.Β
Β Β Β βOh yeah?β You asked, βWhat's 2 plus 3?βΒ
Β Β Β He furrowed his brows in thought, β23.β he replied about twenty seconds later.Β
Β Β Β βYouβre definitely drunk.β You sighed.
Β Β Β βI just wanted to talk y/n and you wouldnβt answer my texts so I had to come here so we could talk.β His words were slurred and hard to understand.Β
Β Β Β βWe have nothing to talk about.β You sneered, βNow get out of my house.βΒ
Β Β Β βPlease y/n, just for a few minutes.β He begged, getting to his feet and grabbing your wrists pulling you towards him, his breath was warm and smelled of beer as it wafted over your face.
Β Β Β You pushed him off cringing, βIf I let you talk, will you leave?β You bargained not really caring where the drunk ended up.
Β Β Β He nodded vigorously, stumbling into your house a little ways before sitting back down, back against the small island in the middle of your kitchen. You slid down the fridge sitting across from him. For a second you thought he had fallen asleep, his head lolled to one side, his right leg stuck out straight, the other bent towards him. But he snapped to attention looking at you with wide eyes.Β
Β Β Β βWell?β You asked.
Β Β Β βOh yeah.β He mumbled taking a deep breath, βI did miss you ya know. I always did. When we were in school you wouldnβt even talk to me unless you were yelling insults and god I wanted you to talk to me sooo bad. I was so fuckin in love with you.β He was interrupted by a hiccup, βAnd then everything started falling apart and my parents got mad and wanted me to kill people and I was so scared.β Tears welled into the blonde's eyes. His voice straining against him, βAnd then they caught you because of your dad, and- and I-β More hiccups, tears sliding down his cheeks, βI just wanted to help you and I couldnβt I was such a fucking coward. And I'm sorry y/n/n.β your nickname rolled off his tongue, βI so so fucking sorry.βΒ
Β Β Β The kitchen was silent for a long time. The soft sound of sniffing and the drip of tears on tile. The hum of the refrigerator providing a background for the nothingness. Darkness almost seems to muffle everything, the only light coming from the time displayed on the microwave and the moonlight filtering through your few windows.Β
Β Β Β βFuck Draco,β You cussed, βThis is not how I wanted my night to go.β your voice wavered. You could feel tears sliding down your cheeks cooling in the dark air. You sniffed wiping your face. βWell I guess since your drunk as fuck and wonβt remember anything anyway I might as well get some things off my chest.βΒ
Β Β Β Draco gazed up at you his eyes rimmed with red, his pale cheeks blossoming with beer thirsted roses. He looked so fragile, like a glass figurine or a dried flower.Β
Β Β Β βIβm kind of a shit person.β You chuckled sadly, βI mean I try to blame it on my parents and their nuclear marriage, which was dead long before I was in the world, but they kept mercilessly reincarnating it like some sort of monster from an old movie. They yelled more than they should have, my dad especially, he had anger issues he blew up easily and never got help for it.β You had tears pouring so thickly from your eyes you could hardly see.
βI was messed up in the head, I was rarely happy and when I was it was only for a few seconds, I got panic attacks and I-β Your voice broke with a sob, βI never really dealt with it and you always managed to piss me off. Maybe it was the fact that you seemed to get everything you wanted or maybe that I always thought you were so cute despite the fact that you were a complete asshole. Hell, I had a stupid school girl crush on you from the minute I laid eyes on you and I hated it so much.
Β βAnd I donβt know, I pushed people away, fuck I broke up with Fred three months before he died because I was scared when he said he wanted me to meet his parents.β Your voice broke and you whimpered, βAnd then I got locked in your house because of my shit father and since then Iβve been avoiding everyone and everything hoping that I can just forget it all but being too stubborn to forgive it so Iβm just stuck and it sucks.β You were sobbing now, βIt sucks so fucking bad.βΒ
Draco turned around and pushed himself towards you. He put his arm around your shoulders and tucked his head into your neck, inhaling your scent and mumbling something you couldnβt make out over the strength of your cries.Β
You woke up the next morning head pounding, eyes stinging as you opened them. You were sprawled on your kitchen floor, your lower back aching with pain. Your head rested on Dracoβs chest, his legs tangled with yours, arm around your waist as yours rested around his neck. You groaned carefully sliding from his grasp, this was not how things were supposed to go. You were not supposed to be blushing because of Draco Malfoy. You huffed heading to the bathroom and taking a quick shower before changing into a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. You walked into the kitchen crouching next to the man on your floor and poking his cheek. He didnβt even budge. You sighed stepping over him to your coffee maker.Β
Β Β Β Two hours later as you sat on your couch with a book in your lap you heard a loud groan from your kitchen. Rolling your eyes you stood up and made your way towards the newly awakened blonde who cussed as he attempted to get to his feet. His eyes locked with yours and widened, βY-y/n?β he sounded mortified.Β
Β Β Β You smirked, βGood afternoon Draco.β
Β Β Β His cheeks blossomed with color as he ran his hands through his hair nervously, βUm what am I doing here?βΒ
Β Β Β βWell, you showed up here at two in the morning drunk as fuck and proclaiming your love for me.β You explained.Β
Β Β Β He paled eyes getting impossibly wider, he slumped against your counter burying his face in his hands. βOh, Merlin y/n Iβm so sorry.βΒ
Β Β Β You sighed biting your abused lip, βLook Draco, itβs not that big of a deal.βΒ
Β Β Β He looked up at you, visibly confused.
Β Β Β βYou said some crazy shit last night but so did I and I-β You sighed again swallowing harshly, βI would actually like to take up your offer on dinner, ya know the one you probably donβt remember texting me. We need to talk, like when one of us isnβt wasted and the other isnβt an emotional wreck.βΒ
Β Β Β βReally?β Draco asked.
Β Β Β βYeah,β You confirmed, βCan you pick me up at seven tonight?βΒ
Β Β Β βUmm yeah.β He said not really remembering if he could but also not really caring, he would anyway.Β
Β Β Β You took a step towards him standing on your toes and placing a kiss on his cheek, βThank you Draco.βΒ
Β Β Β The man shook his head, βYou did it wrong.β he whispered.
Β Β Β βWhat?β You asked, suddenly feeling his hands on your hips pulling you closer.Β
Β Β Β βI said you did it wrong.β He repeated.
Β Β Β βI know what you said, I just-β Your sentence fell short as he bent forward his lips inches from your own.Β
Β Β Β βCan I kiss you y/n?β He asked so quietly if you were any further apart you wouldnβt have heard it.Β
Β Β Β Your mind reeled but before you could really think about it you were nodding and his lips were on yours. He pulled you flush against him, you could feel his heart hammering in his chest, or maybe it was your own. His tongue swiped the seam of your lips and you opened them allowing him to deepen the kiss, he still tasted of beer and tears for the night before.Β
Β Β Β You broke away panting lightly staring up at his icy grey eyes. βYou taste like shit.β You whispered.Β
Β Β Β Draco broke into a barking laugh, βYou really know how to kill a mood.βΒ
Β Β Β You shrugged, βYou better brush your teeth before tonight.βΒ
Β Β Β He smiled his heart still beating erratically, you looked so pretty with swollen lips, βDoes that mean we are going to be kissing more?βΒ
Β Β Β βMaybe.β You shrugged again smiling, βNow get out of my house Draco.βΒ
Β Β Β βOf course.βΒ
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Party For One
A Joe Mazzello x Fem!Reader fic
Word Count: 4k whoopsssss
Rating: PG
Warnings: language, drinking, angst for most of it, a teeny bit of fluff, joe is a bit of a shithead in this one, sorry gang
A/N: hey remember how i was supposed to be finishing doj part two and instead i word-vomited this out in five hours at work yesterday? anyway, enjoy.
He hasnβt changed a bit, you thought to yourself as you watched him, always the life of the party. Heβd been that way all through high school, the summers you saw him between college semesters, and the few gatherings he made appearances at when he was home.
Youβd always been right beside him, too. Pre-gaming at a friendβs house, sharing the mic during karaoke, rubbing his back as he leaned over the toilet, crashing on the couch or the floor or wherever you could find a spot.
But now you were out of your element. You were in his other world. You were surrounded by vaguely familiar faces, people you knew you had probably seen in a movie or a tv show but you couldnβt place them exactly. And there he was, across the room, animatedly entertaining a small group with some anecdote youβd probably heard before.
He was obviously the reason you were here. He had been begging you to come out to Los Angeles for years now. Years of youβd love it out here and you and I both know youβd take the industry by storm and I miss my best friend. Eventually, you relented. Mostly because your career in real estate was exhaustingly boring and you needed a change. Acting had always been something you enjoyed but never looked at as a career opportunity until now. But you had to admit, you missed your best friend too.
So you packed up everything, drove across the country, and settled into Joeβs guest room. You had a meeting with his agency on Monday, but of course Joe, always the party host, insisted that you needed a welcoming get-together upon arrival. Which soon turned into a complete blow-out. In fact, you were pretty sure most of the guests in attendance had no idea what the partyβs true origin was, let alone who you were.
So there you were, only hours since you had arrived, left to nurse your beer off in the corner. Part of you wished you and Joe could have had a quiet night in, catching up over pizza and a comedy special. But you knew deep down that would have just exacerbated the situation you found yourself in. Seeing Joe in the flesh once again had caused some...feelings to resurface. Feelings that you had worked for years to suppress, and had been hoping were completely gone by now.
All it took was him opening his front door and pulling you into a tight hug for all of those feelings to come rushing right back.
Sometimes he did things that made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he felt the same. Like the way he used to wrap a protective arm around you when the two of you walked around Brooklyn at night. The way he could sense when you were having a rough day just through your texts, and suddenly a delivery of Insomnia Cookies would arrive at your apartment door. The way every hello and goodbye hug lasted just a moment longer than was probably appropriate for two friends. But surely you were reading into it.
You knew he wasnβt avoiding you. No, he couldnβt be. Sure, the second other guests had started to arrive, his focus turned from you to them. And sure, he hadnβt given you the time of day since. But he wasnβt avoiding you, no. He was just a popular guy, he always had been.
You pushed those negative thoughts away, not willing to accept them.
βWell, arenβt you a sight for sore eyes?β sounded a familiar voice with a British lilt from behind you. You turned and were met with ocean blue eyes and chiseled cheekbones.
βGwil,β you breathed out, almost in relief. Someone you knew. The tall man pulled you in for a bear hug, immediately putting you at ease. You appreciated the gesture considering you and Gwil werenβt even that close, only meeting each other a few times back when the Borhap cast was briefly in New York.
βDid that asshole leave you here alone at a party full of people you donβt know?β Gwil asked as he pulled away. You chuckled at his frankness.
βYou know how he is,β you mused, offering a smile and a shrug. βHeβs gotta entertain everybody.β
βNow did I hear correctly that youβre moving out here?β Gwil questioned, casually leaning a shoulder against the wall next to you.
βGot here a few hours ago, in fact,β you explained. βIβll be occupying the guest room until I find my own place.β Gwil chuckled at that.
βYou quite literally just got here and heβs off chatting with people he sees all the time?β Gwil clarified, earning an exasperated nod from you. βIβm going to go ahead and apologize on behalf of that bastard.β You let out a genuine laugh at that, clearly pleasing Gwil if his smile was any indication. βSo how was the trip out here?β
And thatβs how you found yourself tucked into the hallway of Joeβs apartment, just exchanging stories with Gwil. You welcomed the change in subject, not wanting to harp on the whole Joe situation. You told him about the weird truck stop in Ohio, the delicious pizza you devoured in Chicago, the loud hotel neighbors you encountered in Colorado, and your brief stint in Las Vegas. Gwil offered his own road trip tales before the conversation shifted, and eventually he was regaling stories about various sets heβd worked on, actors heβd worked with, and general knowledge of the business. He even offered some much needed advice, melting away some of your initial anxieties about your career change. All feelings of loneliness and inklings of frustration at Joe were long gone, and you mentally thanked Joe for inviting at least one person you knew.
βCan I ask you something?β Gwil inquired after a little while, the two of you finding yourselves settled out in chairs on Joeβs balcony, enjoying the night air of LA.
βFire away.β
βDid you and Joe ever date or anything?β
You burst out laughing at the question, shaking your head.
βNo, no, definitely not,β you replied before taking a sip of your beer. You chanced a look at Gwil, finding him eyeing you warily.
βThatβs surprising,β he admitted before pursing his lips and gently caressing his own beard, a gesture you noticed he did often.
βWhy is that surprising?β you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
βJust the way he talks about youβ¦β Gwil trailed off, his gaze focusing on the city lights before him. Your heart slammed against your chest at his words. You tried to keep your face neutral, not wanting to let Gwil know just how important what he was saying was to you.
βHow...how does he talk about me?β you followed up, attempting to hide the quiver in your voice. Gwil immediately turned back to face you, his eyes glinting mischievously. His lips curved into a soft smile before he said your name gently.
βHe...heβs in awe of you,β Gwil confessed. βI swear he talked about you constantly while we were shooting the film. βSheβd be a great actress if she wanted to be. Sheβs funny, sheβs charming, and sheβs got the looks and talent.β Everything reminded him of a funny story involving you. We practically knew you before we even met you.β Your heart was practically beating out of your chest as Gwil spoke. Sure, Joe had complimented you before. But something about the fact that he had practically bragged about you to people who didnβt even know you made your stomach flutter.
You realized Gwil had stopped talking and you met his gaze, finding his eyes narrowed at you.
βYou should tell him,β he finally said after a few moments.
βTell him what?β you asked, playing dumb. You knew exactly what he was referring to. The man had seen right through you. He smiled, this time seeing right through your act of denial.
βHow you feel.β
You ran your hands over your face and let out a groan.
βI literally just moved in, Gwil,β you reasoned. βI donβt want to make him feel awkward about me staying here by telling him about the feelings he very clearly doesnβt reciprocate.β You gestured inside the apartment, where Joe was still talking it up with a few guys you recognized from Undrafted.
Gwil leaned forward, shuffling closer to you and placing a gentle hand on your knee.
βI know his actions tonight make it seem like he couldnβt care less. But I promise you, heβs so happy to have you here. He adores you. More than you even realize.β
You chewed on Gwilβs words, your mind swimming. You believed him; he had no reason to lie to you. But you just wished what Gwil told you lined up with how Joe had been behaving all night.
Eventually the two of you made your way back inside, to find the party had somewhat died down. Joe had shifted into clean up mode while the last small group was starting to make their exit. You instinctively began to straighten up, grabbing beer bottles and paper plates and disposing of them while Joe worked on packing up the leftover food.
You were tying up a full trash bag when Joe brushed past you, not even acknowledging your presence. Your heart sunk, knowing full well you couldnβt use the excuse that Joe was just distracted by others this time.
He was actually ignoring you.
As you opened a new trash bag, you began to wrack your brain for what you could have done already to piss him off. Gwil pulled you from your thoughts, pulling you in for a goodbye hug and a peck on the cheek. When he pulled away, his brow furrowed.
βWhatβs wrong?β It was amazing how quickly Gwil learned how to read you. Or maybe you were just that bad at masking your emotions.
Your lip trembled as you tried to prevent the tears from falling.
βHeβs ignoring me now,β you revealed, earning a sympathetic look from Gwil.
βIβm sorry, love,β he offered quietly. βHeβll figure his shit out eventually.β Another hug, this one a bit longer as he held you against his chest. βIβll text you next time Iβm in town, weβll all grab lunch.β You nodded with a soft smile before pulling away, turning your attention back to your cleaning.
Another minute passed, the last of the voices faded away, and the door clicked closed, leaving a silent apartment. You let out a sigh as you tossed the last of the plates you had found in the new trash bag. Pulling another beer out of the fridge, you ventured into the living room where you found Joe pushing the coffee table back to its original position. You awkwardly leaned against the arm of the loveseat as you waited for him to say something.
But he didnβt. After finishing rearranging, he passed by you once again, not even sparing you a glance, before heading back into the kitchen. You let out another sigh, following after him.
βOkay, can you please tell me what I did so I can fix it?β you pleaded, completely at a loss. Joe silently pulled a bottle of disinfectant and a rag out from under the sink and breezed past you another time, heading back into the living room. You scoffed at his actions, your sadness being replaced with anger at his immature way of handling himself.
You placed your beer down on the counter and trudged back into the living room, stopping in front of where Joe was wiping down the coffee table and crossing your arms.
βJoe? Are you going to talk to me or continue to ignore me like a fucking child?β
He froze, dropping the bottle and the rag on the table before finally, finally looking at you for the first time in hours.
βYouβve been here for what, five minutes? And youβre already trying to fuck my friends?β
Your jaw dropped.
βExcuse me?β
βYou and Gwil seemed awfully cozy,β Joe replied before picking up the rag and continuing to wipe down the coffee table. You grabbed the rag from his hand, earning a sharp glare. βHey--β
βAre you fucking serious right now?β you roared, your blood boiling. βI hang out with the one fucking person I knew at my supposed βwelcoming partyβ besides you and suddenly Iβm trying to fuck them?β You were shell-shocked at the accusation. Joe simply shrugged.
βThe two of you were inseparable all night, what was I supposed to think?β he reasoned as he began to walk back into the kitchen. You scoffed again, tossing the rag onto the table in frustration at his nonchalant tone.
βHow about the fact that you left me alone at a party full of strangers so I spent time with Gwil since you were busy with your other friends?β you fired back as you stomped into the kitchen. Joe began to wash his hands, still ignoring your piercing stare. βLike, holy shit, Joe. I know your world does not revolve around me, but the least you could do was acknowledge my existence. Itβs my first night here, for fuckβs sake.β
That made him pause. He stared at the counter and you could practically hear how hard he was thinking. Suddenly, he met your gaze once again, a brazen look on his face.
βYou could have come up to talk to me. I shouldnβt have to babysit you.β
His words were like a sword through your chest. Your jaw practically hit the floor this time.
βFuck. You.β You turned on your heels and headed for the guest bedroom, angry hot tears escaping down your cheeks. You thanked your past self for barely unpacking anything before the party as you began to scoop up your toiletries and few pieces of clothing laying out on the bed and threw them back into your suitcase.Β
You felt ashamed and so so stupid for thinking that this had been a good idea. And the worst feeling of all was the embarrassment at thinking that there was ever a chance of Joe reciprocating any feelings for you. You were nothing but a burden to him. Someone he felt like he would have to βbabysit.β You didnβt fit in in his world and you were foolish to think you could.
βWhat are you doing?β
You jumped at the sound of Joeβs voice behind you; you hadnβt even heard him approach. You swiped at a stray tear and finished zipping up your bag before lugging it onto the floor and pulling up the handle.
βIβm going to check into a hotel,β you explained as you pushed your way past him, luggage dragging behind you. βI donβt feel welcome here.β You began to make your way towards the front door, already feeling overwhelmed by anxiety. You had no idea what your next move was going to be. Stay in LA and try to figure things out? Go back home to two parents who would chant βwe told you soβ until they were blue in the face?
Joeβs hand caught your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
βPlease donβt do that,β he pleaded, his tone from earlier completely gone and replaced with a much softer and more desperate one. βIβm sorry. Please stay.β You whipped around to face him.
βWhich part are you sorry for?β you asked sharply. βThe part where you ignored me? Or where you accused me of trying to sleep with your friend? Or maybe itβs the part where you said you shouldnβt have to βbabysit meβ?β
βAll of it,β Joe replied. βIβm sorry I lashed out at you. Iβm just--β he trailed off as he turned away, almost bashfully. βI canβt help but feel protective of you.β
You furrowed your brows. It didnβt make sense. He felt protective of you but didnβt want to have to βbabysit youβ? He felt protective of you but he got mad at you for talking to Gwil? You stuttered as you tried to put the pieces together, coming up empty.
βI donβtβ¦β your voice petered out. You were completely flabbergasted. βWhat do you want from me, Joe?β
Joeβs eyes met yours once again, and you could see the conflict written on his face. He was struggling with something. It was almost as if he--
βI wantβ¦β he began, before taking a deep breath. βI want you to stay here tonight.β
You let out the breath you didnβt know you were holding. For some reason, a part of you was hopeful he would say something else. The two of you stared at each other for a few more moments, giving him the chance to say more. But it never came. So with a soft nod, you reached for your suitcase again, pulling it behind you as you walked back into the guest room, closing the door behind you.
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You awoke to the smell of bacon wafting into your room. You sat up, throwing your legs over the side of the bed. With a deep breath, you pushed yourself up and headed toward the bathroom.
The sight of your face in the mirror made you cringe. You hadnβt taken off your makeup before crying yourself to sleep the night before, leaving black streaks of mascara across your cheeks. You washed your face before running a comb through your hair. You knew you looked awful, but you didnβt care. Joe had seen you worse, and honestly, his opinion of you was not high on your priority list after his hissy fit last night.
You sauntered into the kitchen with a bit of hesitation, unsure what youβd be walking into. You found Joe, furiously whisking some pancake batter.
βHey.β
He practically jumped out of his own skin, clumsily dropping the bowl of batter to the counter, luckily with little to no mess.
βHey,β he replied, running a hand over the back of his neck. βHow did you sleep?β
βAlright,β you lied. You had agonized over every detail of the evening until practically three in the morning. But you didnβt want Joe to know that. If he knew, he didnβt let on, instead offering you a small smile.
βI made bacon and Iβm about to make pancakes,β he stated, gesturing towards the stove behind him. You nodded simply and took a seat at his kitchen island.
Things were awkward. You didnβt even know where to begin. Part of you wanted to tell him to forget everything and start fresh. It would make things easier. But part of you wanted to stand strong, make sure you held him accountable for how heβd hurt you.
You mulled over everything, idly chewing on a piece of bacon as Joe worked at the stove, mumbling under his breath about the pancakes cooking inconsistently or something. After a few minutes, you were pulled from your thoughts by a plate of pancakes being placed in front of you. You glanced up to see Joe eyeing you, an uncertain look on his face.
βIβm a huge asshole,β he admitted. You opened your mouth to agree with him but he kept going. βYou were right. I was avoiding you during the party. It was easier for me to convince myself that you were having a good time than to check up on you myself. I thought Iβ¦β he trailed off, losing momentum. He shook his head and began again. βI assured myself that I could handle being around you again. That enough time had passed and I could be your best friend again without a second thought. But then you walked through my front door and it all came rushing back and I panicked.βΒ You shook your head, trying to keep up with what Joe was trying to tell you.
βI donβt understand--β
βIβm in love with you.β
For the third time in less than twenty-four hours, your jaw dropped.
βI honestly think Iβve been in love with you since high school, but it took me well into my late twenties for me to actually realize it. And I got so caught up on this fantasy of you and I being this acting dream team, showing this fucking town whoβs boss, together. And then you were here and you had spent the last week road-tripping across the country yet somehow you looked so fucking beautiful? And I just...couldnβt handle it. I invited practically everyone in my contacts to come over right away because I needed a buffer. I turned my focus to everyone else at the party because it was familiar and certain. With you there was so much uncertainty.β
He paused for a moment and collected his thoughts once again.
βAnd then I saw you with Gwil. I knew it wasnβt anything. But you were smiling and laughing with him and I just couldnβt help but wish you were spending your time with me. I know that doesnβt make sense. But I just got so caught up in my own head so when you finally confronted me, I panicked again. I threw everything back at you because I was afraid and embarrassed.β
You watched him as he plopped down on the stool next to you with a sigh.
βI wish I could do it all over again. There wouldnβt be a party. Just you and me like it used to be,β he continued. He turned to you, eyes sad with regret. βI am so so so sorry. You were right about everything. Except one thing. My world does revolve around you. The day you told me you were coming out here was the happiest day Iβve had in awhile. Iβve thought about nothing else since. But I completely understand if you want to leave. Hell, Iβll pay for your hotel and help you figure out what you want to do. But I also understand if you want me to just leave you alone.β
To say you were stunned would be an understatement. Your heart was pounding out of your chest at Joeβs confession. You didnβt even know what to say. There was so much that needed to be said, but you were frozen in place.
So you didnβt speak. You just moved.
You gripped the sides of Joeβs head and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. He let out a small noise in surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss, his own hands reaching for you and landing on your hips. You kissed him hard, pouring every emotion you felt into it. Every past pang of your heart when Joe had gone out of his way to do something for you. Every past flutter of your stomach when he had wrapped his arms around you. Every ounce of frustration and hurt that flooded your heart last night. He kissed you back just as eagerly, pulling you off the stool and closer to him, your chests pressing together.
You finally pulled away to gasp for breath, your forehead still pressed against Joeβs.
βI love you too, you asshole,β you breathed out, earning a chuckle from Joe. He pulled back to look at you, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. βYou think Iβd uproot my entire life and move across the country if I wasnβt completely in love with you?β
Joeβs face lit up before he dove in for another kiss.
βDoes this mean you forgive me?β he asked, running his hands up and down your sides. You pursed your lips as you thought it over.
βIβll only forgive you if you help me finish unpacking,β you reasoned, a smirk playing at your lips. Joe beamed, pulling you closer to him so you were practically in his lap.
βSo youβre gonna stay?β
βOf course Iβm staying. Why stay in a hotel when I can stay with my former best friend?β Joeβs brows furrowed.
βFormer?β
βI guess I just figured βlove of my lifeβ was a better title for you,β you revealed with a smile, running your fingers through his auburn locks. Joe pulled you in for another searing kiss, standing up and pressing you against the island, earning a squeal from you. After a moment, he pulled away, grabbing your hand and practically running down the hall towards the guest room, pancakes long forgotten.
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My brothers best friend
Summary: While your brother is abroad one of his friends wants to sleep at his place only to bump into you - the girl he left after a one-nightstand.
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Warnings: angst, arguments, mentions of sex, tension, language, enemies to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Sir kink, a hint of dom!Jensen, roleplay
βHow long big fluff?β Smirking to yourself, as you know your brother hates the nickname you gave him at the age of seven you listen to his explanations why you have to take care of his house a bit longer.
βI have plants too, Doug. I need to go home.β Whining you look around your brotherβs house, missing your cozy little apartment.
βYour house looks like a Martha Stuart catalog. Itβs cold and impersonal - a guyβs home, not what a girl wants to chill over the weekend.
Rubbing your socks over his white leather couch you sigh as he tries to bribe you with gifts and that you can order food on his account.
βFine, Doug. I will watch Supernatural, rub myself on one of your expensive pillows imagining Sam.β
Your smirk grows as Doug starts to warn you to not ruin his pillows. βAweβ¦let me have some fun. I did not have fun for a while. Not sinceβ¦β
Remembering the worst night of your life, you shake the thought away. βNot since that asshole left me in the middle ofβ¦you know what I mean.β
You can hear your brother pant heavily and you know, he is clenching his fists right now. He picked you up when that guy left you alone after going at it with you in the restroom of a bar.
The cops arrested you, believing you are a prostitute as someone called them.
The guy just left you there, all alone and you had to spend four hours in a cell before your brother came to get you out.
βI shouldnβt have mentioned that idiot. I swear that is the reason I do not drink any longer. I wanted to forget my bad breakup and ended up in jail. Not funny at allβ¦β
After hanging up the phone you checked on the house. The dog is fed, his aquarium is clean and the only plant he owns has enough water. You changed into shorts, a crop top and decided to have a βSamβ marathon when you hear the doorbell ring.
βGo awayβ¦β Grumbling you ignore the person at the door. It rings again, and again, until the person stops ringing and starts knocking harshly.
βHoly hell!β Angrily clenching your jaw, you storm toward the door, rip it open only to meet familiar eyes.
βYouβve got to be kidding me, asshole! Howβd you find me here? Did you follow me? Are you a freaking stalker and want more after leaving me alone in the shady restroom?β
βWhoaβ¦slow down. I donβt evenβ¦β Now his eyes rake over your body, down to your feet to see a tattoo at your ankle.
βAurora?β Now he steps closer, smirking as he eyes you up and down. βI thought you would follow me but then there were cops and I had to leave.β
βYeah. That is a nice version of the story, asshole! If I recall right, mister you flirted with me the whole evening, even though you had a date with some boring chick.β
βI remember your ass in that dressβ¦β Brushing past you Jensen enters your brotherβs house.
He is dropping a bag to the ground before he slaps your ass harshly. βI remember the taste of your pussy too, so sweet on my tongue.β
βListen, you idiot! Only as we fucked in a restroom you do not have the right to come here and annoy me with your bad dirty talk. This is my brotherβs house, now leave before I haul your ass out.β Pushing against his shoulders you purse your lips as Jensen glances at the TV.
βYou are watching my showβ¦β His tongue darts out, slow, too slow to not watch him sinfully wet his plush lips. βI knew you canβt get enough, Auroraβ¦β
βEven you should know that this is not my name.β Pissed you shut the door. βIf you do not leave Dougβs house, Iβll call the cops.β
βCome on, Sweetheart. I just arrived.β That bastard has the guts to smirk and it works, you can feel your panties dampen.
βI watch Supernatural for Sam, not you, idiot. He gets me going, not your boring roleβ¦what was his nameβ¦Danny?β Now it is your turn to smirk as you round the couch to shut off the TV.
βI will not leave, Sweetheart. Doug said I can bunker here for a week while my house gets renovated andβ¦β He stands suddenly behind you. Stealthy much. ββ¦we both know youβre a Dean girl.β
βFantasies of an old manβ¦β Chuckling Jensen moves his hands to your wrist to spin your around to push you onto the couch. βWhat the fuck!β
βShushβ¦be good. I remember how you came over, passed me by and I followed you to your table in a dark cornerβ¦β His hands slide over your thighs, gripping the flesh tightly to spread your legs.
βLet go of meβ¦β Choking the words out you feel his breath against your sex. βJensenβ¦β
βYeah, that is my name, Baby Girl. Now letβs see.β His fingers run up and down your slit, pressing the thin silky fabric of your shorts against your folds. βI know you like it. When we were at your table, you rubbed my dick through my pants.β
βYou touched my pussy first. Your fingers were in my pants moments after you came to my table.β Moaning you throw your head back feeling Jensen press kisses to your clothed pussy.
βWhen you walked toward the restrooms, I followed you and you were on your knees moments later. God, you sucked my dick like a pro or a goddess.β
βYouβ¦fuckβ¦β His fingers hook in the elastic of your shorts to drag them down. βI liked your big dick for sure. Never had such a nice large popsicle in my mouth.β
βDirty slut sucked me off while you fingered your pussy.β Whimpers leave your lips as you can feel his fingers run up and down your slit, just teasing you as his smirk grows.
βHow about we watch Dean while I fuck you hard and good like that night?β Jensen muses as you sit up to flip the TV on.
Your top ends on the floor, just like Jensenβs clothes and you crawl toward him, licking your lips.
βCome here and have a taste of my dick, Sweetheartβ¦β Using his low Dean voice Jensen sends shivers down your spine.
βI will not suck you off. You just left me there in the dirty restroom, alone, cum dripping down my body.β His fingers slide over your lips, the smirk never leaving his own as he slips two fingers into your mouth.
βYou had the fuck of your life. I had you mewling like a cat in heat, made you cum twice. What did you expect to happenβ¦hmmm?β Index finger sliding of your tongue, His eyes focused on your face he hums as you suckle at his digits.
βSuch a good girl now. Good girls get a reward, Baby Girl. Turn around. Face into the pillow and donβt you dare to not cum for meβ¦β
βYesβ¦Sirβ¦β Grunting in approval Jensen watches you turn around to wiggle your ass and his eyes darken. βIβll be so good for you.β
βI knowβ¦β Husking the words Jensen slides his hands over your back, down to your rear to grip you tightly. βSpread wide and take it. I think you deserve my cock tonight.β
βYou still owe me a pair of pantiesβ¦Sirβ¦β Biting the pillow you feel him slide the tip up and down your sex, coating his length with your juices.
βYouβll get what you deserve, dirty girl. I think you deserve a dick, nothing else.β
You wonβt disagree, not when he slides into you with one forceful snap of his hips. βGod, youβre so tight, little slut.β
βPleaseβ¦ohβ¦fuck me, Sirβ¦β
βWhat would your big brother think about you now? Impaled on his best friendβs cockβ¦β Jensen slowly rocks his hips. βMewling like a whore for me to fuck you.β His hands grip your hips as he moves faster.
βPleaseβ¦Jensenβ¦β
βAlready begging? Donβt you know good girls do not beg?β Thereβs a mocking tone in his voice but all you can care about is the way he drags you onto his dick.
The blunt head presses against your cervix and Jensen is right, you mewl like a cat in heat or like one of the girls in the videos Dean likes so much.
His hips slam faster into your ass and you hate to admit it, but the sound of his flesh slapping against yours turns you on like nothing before.
βGood girl, so good at taking my cock. I think this time, Iβll come inside of you, not on your assβ¦β
Fingertips digging into the couch, your face pressed into the pillow you bite the fabric as the coil tightens. βGive me all the noises, nowβ¦β
Warning you Jensen digs his blunt nails into your flesh, holding you still impaled on his cock as you shudder at the sensation. βGod, please. I want to cum so badly.β
βThen cumβ¦β One more thrust, just one more and you are a goner. Itβs a mix of pleasure, sweat, and dirty words when his cum coats your walls. βGood girl.β
βI love when you cum inside of me, Jayβ¦β While you fall onto the couch, exhausted but sated Jensen carefully pulls out of you. βIβve missed you.β
βMissed you too, dirty girl. Where is your wedding band?β Glancing at your βnakedβ finger your husband searches your ring.
βI took it off to make sure the roleplay is more authentic, Jensen.β Humming he slaps your ass before his fingers slide up and down your slit. βNever take your ring off. Youβre mine, Y/N.β
βImagine, Doug wouldβve caught us back then. He wouldβve killed you for ruining his couchβ¦β Snickering you hide your face in the pillow. βDamn, that was a good hate fuck for sureβ¦β
βHate you too, Baby. How about a shower and next time, donβt call me Doug when we roleplayβ¦β
βHey! Itβs called acting, Ackles. You said we shall replay how we met again.β Jensenβs eyes roam your body and he silently groans as he can watch his cum run down your thighs.
βI meant what I said back then. When I saw you first, in the dim light of the bar, I knew I would marry youβ¦β
ββ¦and you did. Now carry your wife upstairs as her legs are jelly, Acklesβ¦β
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rockstar {s.r x reader} - 1
summary: you and steve rogers are famous for two extremely different reasons - youβre a famous rockstar, and heβs a superhero. your main personality trait is sarcasm and heβs a squeaky clean super-soldier. it takes him exactly one night to fall in love with you. what could possibly go wrong?
this part one of my first series! enjoyyyyy
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warnings: swearing, implied smut, me not knowing anything at at all about 1940s records lol iβm so sorry
You were absolutely shit-faced the first time you met Steve Rogers.
It was a charity ball for...you couldnβt remember. Youβd been guilt tripped by your publicist into attending. Something about improving your public image after trying to punch someone in a club the week before (in your defence, heβd tried to grab your ass). Youβd put on your fancy leather jacket and a nice, black dress and smiled for a few pictures. Youβd even made an effort to wear your less scuffed Doc Martens. That took effort.Β
Steve spotted you from across the room almost immediately. He was sat on his own at the table, bored out of his sane mind. The sneaky bastards heβd come with - namely Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes - had both buggered off to the open bar. Theyβd sworn that they wouldnβt be long but his two best friends and free alcohol had never been a good combination.
You were sat three tables away; your thickly lined eyelids were hazed with tiredness and you had an unlit cigarette resting between your painted red lips. Your leather jacket was slung across your shoulders, but his immediate attention was drawn to the tangle of intricate drawings and illustrations that filled your arms. Your nails were decorated with chipped, black polish, and each finger had a different ring on it - all in a dark shade.
Steve knew who you were straight away. Your face was everywhere, all the time - if your face wasnβt on the TV, your bandβs music was playing on the radio or in an advert. There was a lot of drums and guitars. He remembered reading somewhere that your group had saved modern rock and roll. It seemed like a big title to live up to - and he knew what that felt like.
You spotted him staring at you; cocking your head to the side and thinning your eyes with a curious gaze.Β βYou got a lighter, Captain America?
Before Steve could respond, you stood up from your chair and sauntered towards him. Your thin dress fell around your legs as you rose, revealing more animated images on your skin. He could see them through the rips in your tights. Was it a fashion choice? It looked amazing either way.Β
You took the empty seat next to him, placing the cigarette down.Β βWell?β
βUh,β cβmon Rogers, use your words.Β βNo, sorry. I donβt smoke.β
βYeah, me neither.β Your scarlet lips twisted into something that might have resembled a smirk.Β
You were shorter than he imagined in real life - not that it was something he gave much thought. Itβs just - you were Y/N. Your musical talent and showmanship had been compared to that of Bowie or Mercury. It didnβt mean that you werenβt intimidating, because you certainly were.Β
What was it that Sam had joked about? Big dick energy? He didnβt know what it was, but you definitely had it.
βSo, Mr America - tell me,β You used the melting candle in the middle of the table to light the cigarette, taking a long draw,Β βdo I have something in my teeth?β
βNo, definitely not, whyβd you ask?β
β- cause you've been staring at me for ten minutes.β
βRight. That.β Steve stared at the floor, trying to ignore the red creeping up his cheeks.Β βI just...youβre really beautiful.β
Dammit, Rogers, way to go! he heard himself scream internally, what kind of fool leads with that?
Your cool demeanour faltered for a split second - not long enough for anyone to notice. But Steve wasnβt anyone; he was staring at you intensely, examining every detail of your face. Because damn, you were fucking stunning.Β
βI havenβt heard that pick-up line,β you quipped.Β βWhy didnβt you come over and say hi? Itβs rude to stare,Β
You bit your lip, tugging at the thin metal ring that rested in the middle. It was the only piercing on your face; it was dainty, elegant. The gold stood out against the blood red you had painted your lips. The lips that he couldnβt seem to take his eyes off of.
βAre you meant to be smoking inside?β
βNo, probably not.β You cocked your head to the side, giving him a cheeky wink.Β βWhat are they gonna do? Kick me out?β
βThey could.β
βThen my plan will have worked perfectly.β You leant across the table to stub it out, purposely moving closer towards him as you did.
Steve caught a whiff of your perfume; Chanel, of course.Β He watched as you took his drink out his hand, your cold fingers briefly brushing his. You finished the remains of his red wine with a singular gulp, placing the glass back down on the table.
βYour glass is empty. We should get another drink.β
βI like the sound of that.β He stood up, extending his arm out to you.
You tugged your leather jacket over your shoulders and hooked your arm through his, leading him across the dance floor to the bar. You werenβt all dolled up like the rest of the women in your room. They were all equally gorgeous, but you had his full attention; almost hypnotic.
Steve spotted Sam and Bucky at the bar. They were both clutching a glass of something, and Sam almost did a double take when he saw you attached to his friend. He hadnβt seen you in person before but as Steve as observed, you were intimidatingly beautiful in a mysterious sort of way.Β
βIs that-β
β- yup.β Bucky could answer Samβs question before heβd even fully asked it.Β
βWith-β
β- yep.β
'These your friends?β You asked him, raising your brows at the two star-struck men before you.
βBucky, Sam, this is Y/N.β
βWe know-β
β-big fans-β
β - the biggest.β
You chuckled, releasing your grip from Steveβs arm as you leant against the bar. Despite the large crowds of people, you managed to hail the attention of the server as though it were second nature. Something told Steve that you spent a lot of your time in establishments like this; probably filled with more leather-jacket wearing, cigarette-smoking people in the rock industry.
βIβll have a double vodka coke,β you glanced at the empty glasses in the three menβs hands.Β βAnd refills of whatever these guys had.β
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A few hours later, Steve had barely left your side. He wasnβt sure why youβd chosen to spend the evening with him of all people, but it wasnβt something he was going to question nor complain about. He was enchanted by you; entranced by your silky smooth voice and natural charm.Β
βItβs getting late,β you said at one point.Β βWanna dip?β
You were still stood by the drinks, meshed together somehow. Steve was sat on a bar stall; you were leaning against him with his arms around your front. He occasionally squeezed your sides whenever you said something that made him chuckle, and you miiiight have been resting your hands on top of his. He kept taking a second to remind himself that this was reality and you were choosing to show him physical affection.
Heβd met confident women before. He was Captain America; the man was surrounded by them. But, there was something different about you. Perhaps it was the way you composed yourself, or the way you gave away just enough in conversation to keep him wanting more. If the night was going with you going your separate ways, he would be okay with that. This was more than he could have imagined when he spied you across the room four hours earlier.
βDip?β Steve frowned.Β βGod, I must seem so old.β
βIt means leave.β You chuckled, twisting around to face him.Β βUrban Dictionary is your friend, Captain America.β
You hadnβt actually called him by his name the entire night. He noticed that it was always Captain America or Mr America - but, really, when it came from your mouth, he didnβt care what it was.Β
βWhere were you thinking of going?β
βMy place is up the road. I have more alcohol there and a few old records you might like.β
βIβm sold.β
You took Steveβs hand and lead him across the room, winking at Bucky and Sam as you passed. You both grabbed your jackets from the table you had ditched earlier, heading out the exit. You flashed a grin at the door-man as you passed, leaving the large building and into the streets.
It had been raining all night. The ground was wet and shining, reflecting the watercolour of city lights back up at you as you walked down the road. There was a slight nip in the air, and the post-rain city smell lingered in your nostrils.Β
Petrol. Pizza. Piss. The smell of the New York that you loved so much.
βShould I call a cab?β Steve asked.
βNo need,β you casually said, turning a corner into the parking lot of the ballroom.Β βYou know how to ride a bike, right? Iβve had too much to drink.β
βYou have a - wow.β
The Harley Davidson that you were leaning against was almost as beautiful as you. He felt like he was dreaming - maybe he was. In his experience, people like you existed only in movies.Β
βIt was a gift,β you said, tossing the helmet at him.Β βThe usual - share a picture of the bike to my Instagram followers and itβs mine.β
βThatβs a thing for you?β
βItβs not a thing for you?β You shot back.Β βI donβt know what superhero PR is like.β
βIβd probably get free things if I joined Instagram,β He reasoned, unclipping your helmet and placing it over your head.
He popped up the visor, grinning when he saw your face beaming back at him. He lifted you onto the back of the bike and took a seat in front of you, taking a minute to admire it. You obviously looked after it; the silver was shining and it was well oiled. He couldnβt say the same for his own bike. It had seen better days.Β
βI live on the corner of East 50th and 3rd.β You said, dangling the key in front of him.
He took it from your hand, twisting it in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and you wrapped your arms around his back as the bike took off. It was a smooth ride - if not a little cold - but you got to your apartment building quickly. Steve was good at weaving in and out of traffic - not that there was much on the roads at 2am on a Tuesday morning.Β
He parked the bike in the assigned spot in your garage; it was a fancy, underground affair below the high-rise apartment building. It was no surprise that you could afford such an extravagant place. There was a door-man who welcomed you, and a lift that took you right up to your flat.Β
He wasnβt entirely sure what to expect, but the place was undeniably you. It had floor to ceiling windows and marble counters, but it felt homely. There was a large black chesterfield couch parked in the middle, piled high with fluffy pillows and blankets. A deep-purple Persian rug took up most the floor, housing a vast chestnut dining table. The entire place was crammed with trinkets; books and candles and magnets from all the places youβd toured.Β
βThis place is beautiful,β Steve commented, glancing at the record placards on the wall; gold, platinum and silver.Β
βAnd expensive,β you replied.Β βWine?β
You were holding a half-empty bottle of red; slightly less expensive that the stuff theyβd been serving at the gala. Alcohol hardly had much of an affect on him anymore but Steve shrugged and nodded all the same, taking the glass as you handed it to him.Β
You kicked off your boots and padded across the floor, dropping down onto the sofa. You patted the space next to you, moving a few pillows so that a seat was visible.Β
βWhy did you invite me back?β Steve found himself asking.Β βI mean, Iβm not stupid but thereβs not normally not this much talking-β
β- I didnβt invite you here just to have my way with you, Captain America,β You snorted.Β βItβs on the itinerary, but itβs not the only thing.β
You leant across to the coffee table, fumbling around a pile of magazines. A triumphant grin crossed your face when you produced some dusty old records; he immediately recognised them. Heβd had the exact Frank Sinatra discs way back when.Β
βI got these at an old record store in London on my first tour.β You explained.Β βTheyβre first editions, and they were just lazing around the bowels of Camden Market. Most people didnβt see what a big deal it was, but I figured you might.β
βGod, I havenβt seen these in ages,β Steve chuckled, turning the vinyl sleeve around in his hands.Β
You took the record from his hands, carrying it over to the old record player by your TV. Your vinyl collection was vast; it ranged from 1920s singers to stuff as recent as today. It was easy to find and source rare records when you had a big name.Β
You put the vinyl in place, letting the needle fall onto the A-side. A few seconds later, a crackly sound began to flood the high walls of your apartment, filling the cold, empty air with a sound that Steve hadnβt heard in a long time. A feeling that he hadnβt felt in a long time.
Were you even real? How could someone as beautiful as you, someone who owned the perfect bike and the perfect records, actually exist? Had someone spiked his drink? This might have been a hallucination.
βYou know, I said to myself earlier that this night was gonna suck,β He said to you.Β βI was wrong.β
You chuckled, taking a step closer to him.Β βSo wrong.β
βEven if it ends here, Iβm pretty happy.β
He took you in his arms, and in a move that surprised even himself, he grabbed you by the waist and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was something between a sweet kiss and a desperate kiss; the kind that steals the air from your lungs and takes a second to process. For the first time that evening, Steve was the leading one, the domineering one.
And, it was safe to say that the night did not end there.
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For @lemonfodrizzleart, featuring her oc, Jackie Asante. I hope you like it, sweetie! The comic that inspired the first half can be found here.
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Stan gave his girl an impressed look when she downed another shot of tequila and she asked for her second blue pineapple margarita. He brought his second jug of Angry Orchard up to his lips, reminiscing on the brown sugar that laced the rim of the glass, his eyes up at one of the many TVs playing different ball games. Stan was drawn into a football game and he winced with a smile as one guy got tackled by seven different guys, so close to a touchdown.
Jackie gave her guy a soft smile as he let the heavy glass land on the wooden bar with a quiet clunk. He looked very handsome right now, relaxed, sitting back in his chair while watching the game, the soft bar lights highlighting his beautiful features, like his soft brown eyes and matching mullet, his contagious smile. Sure he only sported worn jeans, a dirty white t-shirt, and a maroon jacket that look like it had been through the mill, but to Jackie he looked like a million bucks.
The bartender scooped up Stanβs first empty jug and asked, ββNother round?β
Stan shrugged casually. It was pretty late, the two coming in after a long day, so he guessed he could handle another pair before heading back to the motel. βSure, why not?β
The bartender nodded, finished Jackieβs rita, slid it to her, and then quickly fetched two jugs and dunked the rims in a small bowl of sugar before filling it with beer. Thank Moses for Happy Hour, Every Hour. She dropped off the two glasses and asked, βAnythang else, lovelies?β
βNope.β Jackie answered after the two exchanged looks and she happily munched on a tortilla chip spooning salsa with extra hot sauce mixed in.
The bartender smiled and let the most sober of everyone in the bar do as they please; it was pretty late and this odd but adorable couple had come in just a few minutes ago, so while others should probably be cut off these love birds were fine for a few more drinks.
Jackie and Stan were close, but not close enough. Jackie looked at her boyfriendβs toned body again and desperately wanted to feel it, be closer, so she leaned towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, and Stan smiled and wrapped his arm around her. Jackie was grateful he was looking at the escalating football game, so he couldnβt see the stupid grin on his face.
Stan privately considered himself pretty damn lucky. Not only had he been in a town for five days without making enemies (a new record), and he actually had enough money for a room and he didnβt have to sleep in his car, but he had an amazing woman on him who not only wanted to be around him, but was willing to go anywhere in order to do so. Jackie didnβt have to travel with him across states, looking for something and nothing all at the same time, but she did. One day Stan would make it up to her. One day he would actually manage to not be a screw-up and buy her a house and her own car and give her kids and whatever else she wanted.
Unfortunately, natured called and Stan had to stretch and have Jackie sit up. βBathroom.β
βKβ.β Jackie grinned as he snuck a quick kiss on her cheek before leaving her alone, but her smile was soon gone.
Stan felt a little colder with her gone from his hip, and as he washed his hands he thought that maybe they should finish their drinks, pay the bartender, and go back to the motel so he could hold her and show her how much she meant to her, however she wanted him to. Stan grinned in the mirror at the idea and emerged from the bathroom just in time to have the color in his face drain and his heart stop at a horrifying scene.
Jackie was facing a man much bigger and bulkier than her (even a little bigger than Stan), and she punched him in the face, leaving a bruise on his face. Stan wanted to be proud, but the guy was way bigger than her and could hurt her. βJACKIE, NO!β
Jackie tried to land another punch, but her wrist was grabbed to stop her, and in retaliation the guy punched her in the face.
Stan saw red. He didnβt need context or to know what had happened for this whole mess to even occur. He didnβt care. Somebody had punched his girl.
Stan charged across the room and just as Jackie kneed the guy in the balls and shoved him away, that left an opening for Stan to pounce on him and go ham. All those years of boxing practice were paying off as he wailed on the guy left and right in the face, over the jerk as he laid on the floor and kicked Stan off of him.
In an instant, Stan spun, grabbed Jackieβs hand, and ran out of the bar with her as fast as they could for the Stanmobile, which soon made screeches against the concrete and sped away.
After a few breaths in the passengerβs seat, Jackie looked over at the conman driving and she knew her instincts were correct. The dead-pan look on his face, how tightly he held onto the wheel, the anger fuming from his spirit. He was mad. And Jackie wasnβt stupid, she knew who he was mad at. So she crossed her arms over her chest and watched the world outside zoom by.
At the motel room, Stan pulled out the first aid kit from his suitcase and pointed to the bed. βSit.β His voice was low and cold, but not completely harsh, which was a good sign.
Jackie plopped down at the foot of the bed and Stan knelt before her, eye-level to get a good look at her face. She had a bruise forming under her eye. It was a little bit swollen, but it could have been much worse. No cuts or torn skin, which was good, so Stan walked off for the bathroom and ran a washcloth under some cool water, then came back and started to clean up the eye. Jackie closed her eyes, both as a sign of her discomfort, but to make Stanβs job a little easier.
This wasnβt the first time Jackie had gotten into a fight, and Stan knew exactly what she had been fighting about.
Jackie had her arms crossed over her blue t-shirt covered chest, silent and waiting for the lecture. Usually Jackie would let Stan rant until he was done and then make a snappy remark that would end his argument, but tonight Jackie was angry. Not like Stan was, fuming and growling and shaking. She was an icy kind of angry, the cold, distant kind of angry. (Stan was painfully reminded how that was the kind of angry his brother got.) Jackie made up her mind that tonight she was gonna say something, and she was begging for her boyfriend to pick a fight.
After cleaning her up and helping the swelling go down, Stan tossed the damp washcloth aside and stood. Here we go. βJackie, you canβt keep gettinβ into fights!β
Jackie quit looking down at the ugly carpet and she snapped back. βHe was talking shit!β
βSo what?!β Stan yelled back. He had heard what that guy was spitting behind his back while he watched the game. And, believe it or not, he had chosen not to make a big deal about it. Not with Jackie there. βI hear that shit all the time! Donβt fuckinβ fight for me!β
That only made Jackie more pissed. βWell excuse me for giving a shit about you, Stan!β She screeched. βI can handle a fight, especially when they diss you!β
Jackie was startled when Stan grabbed her by her shoulders, but rather than shake her or yell at her like other men might, she was even more alarmed when his head was bowed and his whole body was quivering. The little fire inside of him was slowly dying due to lack of fuel. Jackie opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but his voice stopped her, meek and quiet and desperate to be heard.
βJackieβ¦ pleaseβ¦β He looked up at her and Jackieβs face softened to find tears in the corner of his soft brown eyes. βI donβt wanna lose you, too.β
βHey,β Jackie whispered and slowly brought her hands to his cheeks, cupping his strained, tired face. βHey.β She cooed softly. βStanley, you couldnβt lose me if you tried. Youβre stuck with me.β
Stan snorted and pinched the bridge of his nose. βGood.β
Jackie smiled and gently pulled him closer. βCβmere.β
Stan crawled up onto the bed and laid down as Jackie leaned back, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and placing a hand in his hair. Stan hugged her around her waist, his ear over her heart and listening to the beautiful beat. He took in some deep breaths, trying to calm down, and it was easier with her breathing to copy.
Jackie had known for a while that Stan had a crippling fear of not only heights, but of losing what little he had. He never talked about his past, but from what little Jackie had picked up from the taboo subject, he had lost everything. He wasnβt like some where they never had anything. He was like her, both of whom once had something or everything, but it was now gone. At least Jackie walked away, chose to leave what she had; she got the impression that Stan didn't have a choice.
She kissed his soft mullet and began to comb it as she whispered, βStanley, youβre not gonna lose me. Not ever.β
βI think Iβd believe you if youβd quit gettinβ into fights, sweetheart.β He joked.
Jackie rolled her eyes and chuckled.
Stanβs smile dropped. βSeriously though, if anything happened to youβ¦β
βI can look after myself.β Jackie reminded him.
βI know you can. But you donβt have to anymore.β
βThen let me look after you, too, okay?β
βI will, but thereβs a difference between helpinβ me wake up with both kidneys and gettinβ hurt all for some nobody on the street.β
βHey,β Jackie said, this time not as soft as before, a bit more firm. Stan was reminded of a stern warning a mother might give. βYouβre not a nobody. Youβre my everything.β
Stanβs hold tightened ever so slightly. βAnd youβre mine. Which is why I need you safe.β
Jackie took in a deep breath and let it out through her button nose. She knew Stan had a point. And it was only fair. After all he gave up boxing matches for cash when he came home bloody one night and reduced Jackie to tears. She had certainly noticed how less inclined he was to fight or get into serious trouble. Sure, he had no issue stealing toilet paper or scamming suckers for an extra buck, but his Colombian prison days were far behind him.
Jackie scratched his shoulder comfortably and whispered, βAlright. I promise, no more fights. Unless they swing first.β She added cheekily.
Stan laughed quietly into her chest and nodded. βUnless they swing first.β
Just as Stan had hoped for, they laid on that bed for hours and snuggled. A few minutes after their agreement, Jackie began to hum a soft song as she continually combed his hair with her fingers. Stan smiled drowsily and was more than happy to fall asleep in the arms of the woman he loved.
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The young couple left Pueblo, Colorado and stopped at a little motel in Moab, Utah. It was a little bit nicer than the last room, accompanied by a small balcony with a sliding glass door to a view of the rocky red mountains and an iron and board to go with it. These made for good, cheap laundry. Just a little air freshener on the clothes and a quick run-through with the iron and as long as it didnβt have a stain any piece of clothing was as good as new, a free way to do laundry without forking some money for some quarters and some soap.
It was Stanβs turn to do the laundry, and he did so only in his boxers, standing in front of the king-sized bed as Jackie was looking out the huge window that covered most of the wall opposite to the door.
βLee, do you think Iβm pretty?β
Stan nearly burned his fingers when he looked up from his work. He had enough sense to turn off the iron and not rest it on his shirt, but just enough. Her back was to him in a baggy t-shirt (that he probably stole from him) and faded pink yoga pants. Her reflection was in the glass window and Stan not only saw how depressingly she held her hands and gazed ahead, he realized Jackieβs attention wasnβt on the view.
βBabe, what do you see?β Stan asked gently.
Jackie snorted and shook her head. βNot much.β
βThatβs not what I see.β He said firmly and left the ironing board to be with her, standing behind her and tenderly wrapping his arms around her so her hands were lightly trapped to her chest. βI see everything a man could ever want in a woman.β Jackie pressed her lips together and freed a hand to hold Stanβs. But he wasnβt done.
βEyes so deep and dark you can get lost in βem, skin the color of mahogany and soft as satin, a body fit for a goddess.β Stan kissed her forehead, cheek, and then neck slowly, softly. And then joined her gaze at their reflection and smiled at what he saw. βLook how beautiful you are.β
Jackie looked away as she blinked furiously, but Stan wasnβt having it. βLook,β He whispered and gently lifted her head up with his finger to her chin. βLook how beautiful you are.β
Jackie forced her tears away and turned to face her man. βLeeβ¦β
He only grinned and held up a finger. βAh, ah.β Stan hurried to the TV, turned it on, and flicked on the All Jazz channel. Jackie grinned as he went back to her. βAm I lucky enough to dance with everything a man could ever want?β
βStanley,β Jackie wrapped her arms around his chest, nuzzling the side of her face into Stanβs hairy body. Her throat was still tight. She forced herself to swallow as they swayed to the music and she managed to croak out, βI love you.β
Stan kissed the top of her head and smiled, rubbing her back and squeezing her shoulder. βI love you, too.β
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