#and i'm nervous i won't be doing better by friday

[hellfirecvnt]

Preoccupied

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader pt. 4

Summary: A plan is hatching, sure. You and Lee can't stay focused. What are you two thinking about?

Warnings: ***Sex, drunk sex, drunk driving is bad but don't lose the plot here, riding

Notes: I'm changing the plot and timeline and shit so it's more fun to read and so I don't rip off other writers!

Read part one here. // Part two here. // Part three here.

Monday morning pries through the window like the hands of a thief as it snatches away your blissful sleep before your alarm. You sit up in your bed and extend into a long, pleasant stretch. You pull your blanket around you and a certain lingering scent of cologne takes over your senses. You close your eyes and relive Friday night.

"Do you wanna come back to my place?" You're unsure what possessed you to be so bold. Lee raises his eyebrows, a sly smile spread across his lips. The car ride is full of palpable tension, you nearly chew your lip clean off. The second you two drunken fools step out of the car, his lips are on yours. Desperate hands cling to any part of your body he can grasp.

Lee pins you to the car, and soft moans escape from both of you as you move your heads in sync. You trip and fumble over each other as you make your way to the door, nearly entirely without breaking the kiss. You finally get the lock unhatched and burst through the front entrance of your home. You both stumble inside and finally, your faces separate, only to catch your breath. Lee stares at you, carefully studying the features of your face as if he's not sure if this is real or not.

You lead him to your bedroom and lightly shove him so he sits on the bed. He watches you with a buzzed grin, amazed by you. You plant another long, hungry kiss on his lips before lowering to your knees in front of him.

"Oh... Oh!" He's excited by your initiative, watching as your delicate hands unfasten his belt and work to free his still-swelling erection.

You blink yourself out of the memory when you hear your alarm go off.

"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim aloud, shaken from your blissful reminiscing. After silencing the alarm, you get ready for the day. Lee Russell consumed your every thought all morning. Something about your inability to know how that night ended for him makes you nervous to see him today. All you know is he was gone by Saturday morning when you woke up. You're not sure how to feel.

You park your car and release a stressed sigh. There's no getting around it. If last night was a drunken mistake for Lee, that's just something you have to accept and move on from. Preferably fast. You step in the door and greet the other staff as you pass by. Just as you're about to round the desk and take your seat, the young teacher from the other day approaches you.

"Hey, Y/N," he chimes, more familiar than you recall giving him permission to be.

"Hello, Mr. Hayden," you speak with a tone meant to hint at your disapproval of his overly friendly manner.

"Some of the teachers were talking and they said you got drinks with Gamby and Russell," he laughs. "I'm so sorry, that must've been hell." He's not wrong, you recall Dr. Brown pissing on a cop car.

"I happened to run into them there, yes. I left before they did, though. Thank you for your... Apology?" You knit your brow and attempt to disengage from the conversation.

"Well," Bill steps in front of you again, demanding your attention. "I just wanted to let you know, me and the other teachers do payday drinks every Friday. You're welcome to come. It might be a little better... Conversation wise." Mr. Hayden laughs at his own quip and you stare straight faced.

"That won't be necessary, Hayden. Ms. Y/L/N is in good hands." Lee appears from nowhere, slipping a long, nimble arm around your shoulder as he stands next to you. "Let's all get back to work, shall we? Bell's about to ring." He sassily bobs his head, staring daggers into Bill Hayden. The teacher glances at you and then back to Lee before rolling his eyes and heading to his classroom. The bell rings just a moment after he rounds the corner.

"Lee Russell, to the rescue." You smile up at him as he frees you from his close-knit grasp.

"Good morning, darlin'. You sleep well?" He tilts his head playfully, subtly looking for the answer in your eyes.

"Like a baby," you laugh, nervous from the way he's looking at you. He's fighting tooth and nail inside to keep his behavior professional, only because apparently Super Intendant Haas plans to make a surprise visit after Dr. Brown "mysteriously" put in her resignation letter after meeting with her early this morning by the train tracks.

"Don't look at me with those big doe eyes, sweetheart. You know Haas can't see me with an underling. We'll both get fired."

"An underling? Harsh. You were the one under me," you joke, quietly, taking your seat behind your desk. You lean forward, keeping your eyes locked with his, pushing your breasts together as you pull your blouse down to tease him. Lee's eyes widen for just a moment as he glances down to your chest.

"Keep it in your pants, Y/L/N. I'll make it worth your while." He winks before disappearing into his office. Behind that door, Lee closes the wide sets of blinds, closing off visibility inside his small, glass-walled office. In the dim light, he leans back in his chair, a distressed hand readjusting his pants as his mind drifts off to memories of the weekend.

Your large, shining eyes glare up at him from where you kneel with one gentle hand wrapped around his shaft. Your hand sits perfectly still and yet his breathing is still shuddered, just seeing you touch him like this. His eyes roll back as you begin to work your hand up and down with a firm grip. You smile, proud of the reaction you're getting. You take it a step further and lick a firm stripe up his length from base to tip.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," he groans, reaching a hand down to wrap a fist in your hair. You position your pouting lips at the tip of his cock, leaving gentle kisses before allowing him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, occasionally taking a new position to take him deeper and deeper into your throat. He's well endowed, and tears prickle at your eyes as you push yourself to your limit trying to please him.

He holds the fist of of your hair firmly, forcing you into a rhythm of his choice. When he pushes you too far, you moan in protest against his skin. The vibration is enough to send him over the edge right then.

"Shhh, shhh," he whispers. "Can't believe this dirty little fuckin' mouth of yours." He throws his head back, basking in the warmth of your mouth for a few seconds longer before roughly pulling you away from him altogether. "Get on the bed, sweetheart."

A hard knock at Lee's office door returns him to reality. He's quick to grant entry to whoever waits outside and in walks Super Intendant Haas.

Back at your desk, you're on the phone with an inquiring parent and Gamby zooms past you.

"Shut the fuck up, Y/L/N, I'm in a meeting!" he says, lightning fast, as he beelines for Lee's office door. The three men have their meeting and you can't help but glance back at the closed blinds every so often, wondering what they're talking about. It's obvious to you that Belinda is done for, her entire reputation lies in the volatile hands of Lee Russell. So what could be going on behind that door?

When the three men finally emerge, all is quiet. Neal and Lee usher Haas to the door and bid him a pleasant farewell. You wait patiently for either of them to speak up as they approach your desk, but they're just grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, Y/N. Looks like our efforts weren't in vain-" Lee starts, but Gamby excitedly cuts him off.

"You're looking at your new principals." He says proudly.

"Principals? Like with an 's'?" You clarify, having never heard of an arrangement like this before.

"We're co-interim, temporarily." Lee leans against your desk. His favorite pastime. "He's gonna send some guys to 'keep an eye on things' until they appoint a new principal that isn't that sorry cunt, Dr. Brown."

"So it seems you two need babysitters, huh?" You laugh, teasing them. Just then, the doors open and Haas re-enters.

"Mr. Russell, Mr. Gamby. I need a moment." He leads the two men to the main office, luckily for you, you can hear into that office. It's muffled, but since the blinds are open, you're able to read their lips to make up for what's too quiet to hear.

Haas sits at the principal's desk and exhales a breath of stress. Gamby and Russell quickly take their seats and listen.

"Dr. Brown's situation is... Upsetting." Haas drones on.

"Oh, no..." You whisper, seemingly catching on before the Vice Principals.

"Belinda Brown has taken a job as the neighboring district's high school principal." The news hit the two idiotic men like a ton of bricks.

At the end of their meeting, Lee and Neal usher Super Intendant Haas to the door. They wave him off with reassuring smiles that drop the second he's out of sight.

"We are so fucked, Gamby!" Lee wails.

"Shut up!" Neal barks. "I just need time to think!" Both men beeline for the office. You follow them inside the large Principal's office and close the door behind you.

"What's the big deal? She's not your boss anymore." You ask, perplexed by all the drama.

"She's going to make our lives at North Jackson a living hell! You saw the way she maneuvered that ball game! We're fucked!"

"Calm the fuck down, Russell. We just need to convince her to move cities." Gamby starts working out a plot. "Maybe we head up in her neighborhood at night, fire off a few rounds to keep the property values low." He uses his hand to mimic shooting into the air.

"Mr. Gamby... No..." You place a friendly hand on his, reeling him back from that preposterous idea.

"It's not like Russell's helping us!"

"I am trying, motherfucker!" Lee falls silent again for just a moment. "She's a mom. She isn't gonna want to stay somewhere that doesn't feel safe for her kids."

"Okay, let's shoot at her kids."

"Gamby!" You and Lee both scold him at the same time, shutting him down yet again.

"Let's stage a robbery," you say as a light bulb illuminates above your head. "Get into her house, rough it up a little, and get out. What kind of mother would keep her kids in a neighborhood like that?"

Your two bosses consider your plan, weighing their options. You watch the rays of the sun shift through the multiple windows, time seems to be slowing down in this moment of intense stress.

"That might work," Lee mumbles, already seeming to calm down, relieved by this idea.

"You want us to break into her home? That's against the law." Gamby looks at both of you, disappointed.

"So is shooting at her fucking kids, numbnuts." Lee slings a stray piece of paper at Neal and he swats it away.

"Fuck you, I'm not robbing anybody." The morally confused man stands firm.

"We don't have to take anything, we just have to barely rough the place up and convince her it's not safe to raise a family here. Don't be a baby," you taunt playfully, but as usual, he can't seem to take it that way.

"I'm not being a baby. You're a fuckin' baby. Don't fucking- everybody just shut the fuck up! We'll get in, get out, and never speak of it again, alright?" Gamby essentially relays the exact same plan back to you. You roll your eyes, agreeing just to shut him up.

A few days later, that Friday, North Jackson is to have a game against Belinda's new school, Percival. She's always made it a point to attend every game her school plays, but she will definitely be attending this one.

"Tonight's the night, Y/N," Lee takes his perch, leaned against your desk.

"Tonight is the night, Mr. Russell." You nod sarcastically and charismatically.

"You sure you want to get entangled in all this extremely sexy danger?" He straightens his tie. You laugh at his joke, but mostly you're just happy to see him. Happy to talk to him.

"It was my idea, Lee." You laugh, furrowing your brows.

"And what a good idea it is, darlin'." He disappears to follow behind Gamby, making whatever rounds they've dubbed as their new duty since becoming Principals.

Through no fault of your own, your mind begins to wander. You desperately crave a redo of your night with Lee...

You do as he says, climbing into the bed and waiting patiently for him to undress you. He starts with your shirt, slipping it from your body and tossing it to the side. Next, he makes quick work of your bra, all the while pressing his lips against yours. His soft hands trail softly up and down your body, igniting goosebumps across the planes of your flesh. You moan under his touch and he's amazed to have this effect on you.

He finally removes your skirt and panties before tossing his own shirt to the side. For payday drinks, he's dressed casually. His long sleeve t-shirt that he'd kept rolled up to his elbows had you weak in your knees the first time you saw him in something other than his work clothes.

His jeans barely make it down his legs before you're physically pulling him onto you. He's standing against the bed with you perfectly lined up at the edge. His cock twitches with anticipation as he stares down at you completely splayed open for him to take. His mind is completely blown.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart," Lee whispers, buzzed with alcohol and lust.

"I want you, Lee. I want you to fuck-" That was all he needed. He slowly slides into you without warning. He's careful, drawing out his stride as he sinks deeper and deeper inside you. Loud, song-like moans pour from your lips as he begins to form a rhythm pumping in and out.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he grunts as he thrusts, tossing his head back as waves of intense pleasure wash over him with each slap of his skin against yours. "Like a fuckin vice grip." You grasp hopelessly at the blankets on your bed, pulling yourself forward so Lee can slam into you harder.

"Oh, god!" You wail, all of your senses magnified by the drinking. The feeling of his fingertips gripping your thigh as he fucks you feels almost as orgasmic as the fucking itself.

"Shh, baby. I know," he whispers with a sly grin, picking up his pace. You release a loud, whining moan before sitting up and pushing him away. He withdraws from you and you pull him onto the bed. Once he's positioned, you climb on top of him, straddling his waist. You rise on your knees and reach a hand down to his throbbing erection to guide it to your needy pussy.

Slowly, you lower yourself onto him, pleasure shooting through you like lightning bolts. You adjust your knees and begin lifting yourself up and down on his shaft. You place two hands on the wall in front of you, above his head, and arch your back to skillfully lift your ass and fuck your aching cunt against him.

Lee hooks his hands where your thighs meet your waist and pulls you so you slam down on him even harder with each thrust. Vulgar sounds of pure pleasure spill from his lips as you ride him to his climax. His mouth hangs slightly open, brandishing his brilliant teeth. His dark brown eyes roll backward for just a moment before he locks his grip on your hips, holding you in place as he fucks up into you at a rapid pace.

"Lee!" You cry, quickly approaching the point of no return. He doesn't let up, and you can't hold back the loud, desperate moans and wails as he fucks you through your high. Just as you're coming down, he slams into you hard. His strides become less than steady and then finally, he thrusts inside you to his hilt and stops. You feel his cock twitch inside you, warmth fills your cunt and spills out down his shaft. You look at him with fear and urgency as his cum drips out of you.

"You don't gotta worry about that with me." He winks, allowing his head to fall back into the pillows, still rock hard inside you.

"Ms. Y/L/N? Are you okay?" Mr. Hayden tears you from your steamy memory and you realize your face is beet-red.

"I'm fine, actually. It's hot up here. Allergies are terrible. I will fucking kill you if you ask me about it again."

"What did you just say?" The man knits his brows.

"I said I didn't really hear you, could you ask me that again?"

"I don't think that's what you said at all..." He walks away slowly.

(There will be one ((or two)) more parts! Coming soon!)

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[honeysuckle-venom]

I've had a lot going on lately, psychologically, and I haven't been posting about 90% of it. I haven't been able to, I haven't had the words most of the time. I still don't. The last four days or so have been spent in a psychotic episode of astonishing intensity, one that feels more like our first break when we were 15 than almost anything since then. The whole summer has been very difficult, lots of trauma stuff and system stuff and psychosis stuff I thought I had put to rest coming up but coming up...differently, like the first time all over again instead of echoes? Idk how to explain it, my therapist had all sorts of good words for it in our session today but I was so psychotic I was only processing like 60% of what she was saying and I remember even less. I do know she said encouraging things about how every schizophrenic patient she's worked with has gone through this same process of temporarily getting much much better and tasting health for the first time and then having a significant recurrence of symptoms, and something about how the experience often mimics the first break/is like having the first break again for reasons I was too out of it to understand today but that are part of the healing process. So that was very comforting to hear, because my symptoms this weekend were honestly sort of terrifying.

But anyway. None of that was meant to be the original point of this post. I wanted to talk about how spiritually unprepared I feel for The High Holy Days. I mean, I always feel unprepared, I think everyone does, you're basically supposed to. If I'm remembering right that's even one of the phrases you say. But this year I have done less prep than any time in the last 5+ years. I just haven't been able to. I did manage to set aside one therapy session a few weeks ago to discuss my New Year's resolutions from last year and to what extent I've managed to stick to them, and to decide what ones I'm making this year, which is something really important that I do every year. I take my Rosh Hashanah resolutions very seriously and it's generally a real turning point in the year for me, they aren't the kind of casual resolutions a lot of people make in January like "I'm going to exercise," they tend to be significant decisions about how to live my life and treat myself and those around me. But besides that one therapy session and a tiny bit of contemplation on my own I haven't even tried to do the kind of spiritual inventory or teshuvah that I usually shoot for. And I'm trying to be okay with that. I spent this whole summer really struggling and the last few days psychotic and catatonic; I think Hashem understands that my priority has been to stay alive and that's pretty much all I've had the ability to do. But I'm still pretty much in survival mode and it sucks to be there just a few days before Rosh Hashanah. It's my favorite holiday and I haven't been able to think about it pretty much at all. I have plans to celebrate with friends both Friday and Sunday and intend to go to services Friday and Saturday, but I'm nervous that I won't be well enough for some or all of that. We'll see when we get there, I suppose. It's just a really bad feeling to know my favorite holiday is coming and normally I do a lot of internal and external work to prepare for it and I've done basically none of it and don't even feel that special "Rosh Hashanah is coming" feeling because I'm too busy being crazy. It just feels really sad and disappointing.

[lynnielovestlou]

abby x anxious! virgin! reader

synopsis: abby teaches her an anxiety-ridden virgin girlfriend how to have sex.

cw: NSFW , abby x reader , smut , abby talks you through it , thigh riding , sub! reader , soft dom! abby , afab! reader , dry humping , use of pet names

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abby's been your girlfriend for a few months now, but you've been putting off having sex with her. solely because of your stupid nerves.

the thought of being naked in front of someone, then hearing your noises and seeing your face and touching your most intimate spots that nobody has reached before. it made you panic just thinking about it.

but abby knew of your fears. she was patient, and she cared about you more than anything on god's green earth.

so when your twice-weekly date came around on a friday night, something felt off. you'd been horny before, and usually you knew how to take care of it, but not quite like this. your legs were tingling and there was an ache where aches shouldn't be.

of course abby, being the observant girlfriend she is, noticed your squirming halfway through the movie the two of you were watching.

"what's wrong, baby?" she asks, looking down at you with a furrowed brow.

"huh? nothing." you respond quickly, crossing your legs and leaning against her shoulder.

abby knew better than to believe you, "you okay? you seem squirmy."

"i'm okay." you respond, a little too quickly. her suspicions only rose because of your soft and nervous tone, "just feel a little weird."

"weird how? you got a stomach ache?"

"no."

"then what–" she stops what she's saying, a shit-eating grin growing on her face, "oh."

you don't respond, biting your bottom lip and unsure what to do. you could sneak away to the bathroom to try to get off on your own. but you know abby has been waiting so patiently for this moment.

"youre horny, yeah?"

your heart sinks in your chest. it took you a moment to realize how she figured it out so quickly. she saw your squirms and the way your thighs flexed every once in a while, trying to create some friction for yourself.

she spreads her thighs apart a bit, creating a perfect manspread. she taps her lap, "come sit. let me take care of it for you."

"abby, i dunno.."

"baby." she says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "i promise i can make you feel so much better than your pillow can. c'mon, sweet pea."

you hesitate, nibbling on your bottom lip. your heart was in your throat, and you were fidgeting with your earlobe. one of your anxious habits.

she tugs your hand away from your ear, kissing your knuckles. she gently tugs you forward into her, "i won't hurt you, sweet girl. c'mon, honey." she guides you by the hips to straddle her lap. she rubs her thumbs up and down the soft plush of your thighs, "let me show you, okay?"

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. she takes her shirt off first so that you don't feel embarrassed to do the same. once she's down to her black sports bra she slowly takes yours off too, giving you time to stop her if you wanted.

but you don't, so she keeps going.

once the two of you are both in your underwear, her warm and bulky hands settle on your hips, "you okay?"

you nod, unsure where to put your hands. she notices this and laughs softly, "i'll walk you through it, okay?"

"okay..."

"tell me what you do to your little pillow when you feel like this, baby."

"i.. um.." you struggle to get the words out, your cheeks red from embarrassment, "i put it between my legs."

"hmm.." she hums, "then what?"

"i like.. clamp it there."

she plays with your hair, her entire hand embracing the side of your head, "and it makes you feel good? riding your little pillow?" you nod sheepishly, resting your head on her shoulder, "show me."

"what?"

"i want you to make yourself feel good. i know you wanna." she says, kissing your hairline.

"abby, i dont know how–"

she gives your hips a little squeeze, starting to guide you to grind on her lap. the cloth of her boxers rubs against the sheer fabric of your lacy panties, the feeling alone making you gush. you whimper as you feel yourself getting wetter. you're tempted to get off her lap so she doesn't feel the dampness coming from your cunt. she notices you starting to hover, so she pulls you back down. "don't be embarrassed. i want to see you feel good." she guides your hips to move a bit faster, and you moan in response, "can i touch you?"

you look at her, confused because she's already touching you.

she glances down at your crotch rubbing against her lap, then she looks back up at you, "down there, sweet girl. please, honey. wanna feel how wet you are."

you nod, your nerves starting to dissipate.

she snakes a hand down your stomach, her fingertips sliding into your panties. when the pads of her fingers meet your folds she groans, "oh, baby... you ever been this wet before?"

you shake your head, rubbing yourself against her digits.

"there you go, grind down just like that, mhm."

her words of encouragement make you speed up a little bit. she beams at you, so proud that her girl is finally comfortable enough to let her feel you in such an intimate place.

"gonna go inside, okay?" she says before slipping two of her fingers inside your sopping cunt. you moan at the intrusion, your movements switching from back and forth to up and down.

abby chuckles, kissing your cheek. she's so happy that she can finally see her baby in this light. on her lap, a moaning mess, "you're so pretty, mama."

you smile and open your eyes to look at abby. she pecks your forehead, rubbing tight circles around your swollen bud. you clean around her and she pulls you closer so your chest is flush against hers. she knew you were close before you did, guiding your hips to bounce on her fingers faster.

when you finally come undone you mutter tens of 'thank you's' into her ear. you'd made yourself feel good many times, but you'd never felt quite like this.

"thank you, abby." you whisper to her.

she nods in response, "no need to thank me. next time you feel like that, you come to me, m'kay?"

you hum in agreement, closing your eyes and starting to drift to sleep.

[evie-sturns]

no one has to know what we do - Chris Sturniolo

summary: ever since you met the triplets in 3rd grade, youve had been closest with chris. you've never admitted it to anyone but you've been madly inlove with him for a few years now. the triplets 20th birthday comes around, they celebrate by inviting the friend group to their house for the weekend, what happens when you and chris are left alone in his bedroom, will things stay the same, or will you two be forced to sneak around.

contains: smut, fwb!chris, sneaking around friends, swearing, fluff.

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♫.. no one has to know what we do, his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room..♫

I've known the triplets since i could walk, marylou and my mom met in highschool so i've grown up around the nick matt and chris my whole life. ive always been closest with chirs,

but i hate to admit the fact that i've been thinking about him differently, a lot differently. i've never though about matt in that way though, even though they're practically the same. it's something about chris's hair, i've always wondered how my fingers would feel laced through his brown locks while he rests between my thighs.

6:39pm, friday night.

i push open the sturniolos front door to find nick, chris, matt, madi, nate, and several other friends from highschool, hannah, grace and yolanda, leaning on the counter, all laughing with eachother.

''hey!!" chris says with a wide grin, running up to me and wrapping his arms around me. "chrisss" i smile back at him.

this weekend is the sturniolos birthday, they've invited madi, me, nathan, and 3 other friends round for friday night, saturday and sunday, for those three nights chris and i are sharing a room, alone.

he grabs my small tote brag i brought and chucks it into the spare room. i walk into the kitchen and greet everyone else, instantly getting dragged by nick into the living room.

"we're watching the grinch." madi declares, "fuck no! its the middle of fucking august" nick yells back, nate chimes in, adding something to the debate.

before i can open my mouth i feel a cold hand grab my arm, its chris.

my head swings around, my hair hitting his neck. "c'mon" chris says, taking me over to the couch and throwing himself down and patting the spot next to him. i flop next to him, cuddling close to his side as everybody else piles down, "so we're watching the grinch?" madi says with a cheeky smile, "no." nick instantly replies, switching the tv on.

the intro song to rapunzel blasts through the small room, a loud cheer comes from the 7 other people around chris and i.

i'm basically frozen, my mouth won't move and i can feel my heart pounding out of my chest. sure, chris and i have been friends forever but god hes been so physical the past few weeks its been hard to hold myself together.

"you okay?" chris whispers down into my hair.

"yeah!" i chirp back

"you seem nervous"

"im not."

im 90% sure he knows.

"im sorry this movie is ASS." nate says, interrupting the movie. "gotta say, i do kinda agree with you." madi replies, "i told you the grinch was better!" she says, earning a boo from nick.

nick leans over to me, "go get a boardgame from chris's room cause these fuck heads aren't happy with rapunzel." he tutts.

i heave myself up off the couch, "chris where do you keep your array of boardgames" i scoff, shaking my head with a smile. "first of all i dont have 50 boardgames i play" he laughs as he walks over to me.

i walk upstairs towards chris's room, him closley behind me still yapping about the fact hes not that big of a fan of board games.

i open the large wooden door to chris's room, the familiar sight filling my vision.

chris shuts the door behind us, i don't question it, he probably just wants to keep his room air conditioned. i look back at him,

"so where are the-" i start but get interrupted by chris's hand on my jaw, he looks at my lips then my eyes, then my lips before slamming his onto mine.

i kiss him back. of course i do? i've practically dreamt about this moment since i was 16.

"i know i make you nervous y/n" he rasps into my lips, his second hand grabbing my cheek as he walks us back, our lips still connected as my back hits the wall, pinning me down slightly with his mouth.

he pulls away for a second, scanning my face for a readable expression. "chris" i breathe out, running my hand through my hair.

"im sorry, im so fucking sorry i shouldnt've done that-" he starts, taking a step back, "chris." i interrupt him, reconnecting our lips.

"you make me nervous, really fucking nervous." i say into his lips, his hand finds its way to the back of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair.

suddenly the door to his bedroom rattles, i instantly pull away, my head spinning round to look at the door which is being pushed open/

madi, matt, nick and 3 of our other friends walk in, all laughing with each other about god knows what, i scramble towards the closet, looking for any board game i can.

i pull out the despicable me version of 'game of life' which has several minions on the front. a small laugh exits my mouth before i join the small circle which has formed on the floor with our friends.

"y/n...." matt says with a laugh, grabbing the board game off me "despicable me?" hannah says with a scoff

"im sorry! chris doesn't have the collection of board games i expected!" i tease back.

"it'll be okay!" grace says, a somewhat optimistic smile painted across her face.

chris joins the circle of friends on the floor, sitting down opposite me. hes got a small panicked expression, his lips red and raw, his cheeks a deep pink. his eyes are fixed on mine.

"so whos gonna roll first?" nick chuckles.

(8:45pm)

madi won the boardgame about 30 minutes ago, i've been laying on the floor of chris's room with all of our friends, execept for chris.

he disappeared while everyone was celebratings madis 'epic' win.

"we've gotta play truth or dare.." yolanda says, "like the corny middle school shit you know?"

nick claps his hands with a goofy grin, followed by matt rolling his eyes but later agreeing.

"nick, truth or dare" grace laughs,

i stand up off the floor, walking out of chris's room while everyones distracted watching nick try to do a head stand.

the wooden stairs creak as i jog down them, i swing open the back door and im met with chris. he's sitting on the outdoor bench, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.

his head shoots up to look at me as i walk over to the bench, sitting under it.

"hey!" he says smiling, then putting his phone down on the armrest.

"how was despicable me game of life?" chris nudges me in the arm, a stupid smile on his pink lips.

"shut up!" i scoff, flicking his arm softly.

a silence fills the air, only sounds of distant cars vaguely humming in the background. chris runs a hand through his brunette hair, his long fingers peeking through the strands of his hair.

"um-" chris clears his throat.

"chris.." i whisper i start, then get off by his voice

"i dont think i'm ready for a relationship."

my heart sinks.

i didnt even say i liked him like that to his face?

"come with me." he declares, standing up abruptly grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

everyone's hanging out in the living room, nobodys really paying attention to rapunzel anymore. nicks head shoots up "y/n come over!!" he smiles at me.

"we're gonna go get ready for bed, super tired." chris speaks for me. i run over to nick, giving him and matt a goodnight hug before returning to chris. he grabs my hand firmly then pulls me upstairs into his room, slamming the door shut behind us

my heart thumps as chris looks down at me, his hand reaches out for my chin, his other hand firmly gripping my waist as his fingertips lightly squeeze my waist. i stare at his lips, he stares at mine before colliding them for the second time today.

without another word his shirt is across the room, his necklace resting on his chest. my shirt follows, ending up somewhere around the room. "chris" i moan lightly into his lips as his hand snakes round to my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.

he frantically rips off his sweatpants, i shimmy my shorts down my legs.

the air surrounding us grows hot as i fall back onto his bed, "chris- we can't, nick always tells me that he'd kill me if i even though about his brothers sexually, i mean-" i ramble, but chris cuts me off.

"no one has to know what we do." he whispers, his hands intertwined in my hair.

my eyes switch from chris, to the amount of our clothes scattered across his room, the same room chris and i grew up in.

i nod "okay." a smile creeps across my face.

chris pulls off my panties, throwing them ontop of his desk. he pauses for a second, his eyes exploring every inch of my body. "oh my god." he mutters, "you okay?" he asks quickly while he pulls down his boxers, his hard length springing out. his dick is strangely perfect, "yeah, more than okay.." i whisper, my eyes fixed on his cock.

he nods "you've done.. this before right?" chris laughs slightly. "yeah- yeah" i giggle. "you're so pretty." he says, stroking his length while his eyes stare at my exposed body.

"ready?" he asks, his tip lightly pressing against my hole.

i'm not even fully processing whats happening right now, the boy i've secretly been practically inlove with for a few years is now about to fuck me.

"very." i tease, gripping the sheets for support. he pushes into me, a low whimper escaping his mouth "squeezing me so well." he stutters, bottoming out in me.

i let out a string of moans as i arch my back off the bed "so good, doing so good." he says, his thrusts rapidly increasing in pace and intensity. his fingers lace into my hair, tugging lightly but not painfully.

i let out a desperate groan "chris- fuck!"

he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach, feeling how deep he is inside of me. "you feel me?" he says in between thrusts.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my vision fogged.

"i said you feel me?" he mumbles, his hair flopping with each time his tip hits my cervix.

"yes! yes-" i blurt out,

chris grabs my throat, pinning me down to the bed.

my eyes open in shock, a few short breaths exiting my mouth.

"finish, finish for me."

and with those words i do, i clench around him and release my built up orgasm. chris instantly lets go of my throat being careful not to push me too hard, he pulls out, painting my stomach with warm streaks of white.

"fuck...." he groans, throwing his head back.

i catch my breath as chris collapses next to me, he pulls me ontop of his body as he strokes my hair.

"you did so well." he whispers into my hair.

after a good 10 minutes of laying in silence i break it,

"um chris.."

"yes?" he replies.

"what are we.. now."

another silence fills the room "i dont know." he says, a bit of guilt in his voice.

he starts "i mean if you give me a few weeks we can put a label on us or we could just stay friends and forget this happened but i dont know if i want that because i really enjoyed this but i mean we could be friends with benefits-"

i interuppt his rambles "friends with benefits!?" i say with a small smile.

"if you want, could be fun like sneaking around.."

i nod frantically at chris's words "i'd like that."

-

(saturday 5pm)

after yesterday nights unexpected encounter chris and i have kept our promise, this whole day everyones been hanging out at the pool but currently we're in the bathroom, and hes fully inside of me.

"fuck-" he mumbles, slamming into me as i sit on the countertop. my bikini bottoms are pulled to the side as he pounds into me repeatedly, "close." he warns.

i clench around him, the knot in my stomach snapping as i release around his length with a scream of his name. he pulls out, orgasming on my thighs.

"you okay?" he asks, panting as he wipes my thigh with his hand.

i collide our lips together "yeah." i mumble into his mouth.

a few seconds pass before we pull away, he helps me down off the countertop as i catch my balance.

he grabs my hand and unlocks the bathroom door, he guides us both back to the pool, rejoining all our friends like we weren't fucking each other 3 minutes ago.

i lay down by the poolside, my legs shaking slightly from the intensity of the past events.

chris sits down next to me "you got a little something." he whispers with a laugh, quickly reaching down and wiping my thigh where we missed a spot.

(1 month later)

a month ago today chris and i were sneaking around at his 20th birthday party, for the past 4 weeks we've been meeting up at each other's houses, hooking up every time we get the chance. we didnt speak about anything, i think hes happy staying friends with benefits even though i want more, ive needed more for 3 years.

11:32pm

i roll over in bed, checking my phone one last time before i fall asleep. suddenly my phone frantically vibrates,

its chris?

i pick up the phone "chris its late..." i groan into the phone.

"i need to talk to you, can i come over.. please?" he asks innocently, "okay if you want to just talk, im so tired."

i hang up, after a couple minutes i hear the rumble of chriss car in my driveway, followed by his footsteps upstairs. he swings open the door to my room "hey!" he says nervously, jumping into bed beside me. "you alright?" i ask, holding his hand.

he stays silent for a few seconds, before starting.

"i think im in love with you?" he blurts out.

"you- what?" i repeat, confusion painted in my voice.

"i know, but for the past few.. years? ive liked you- alot.. and i dont just want you to be my fuck buddy anymore, i want to be more."

he takes a deep breath, i stay silent in shock.

"i feel the absolute exact same Christopher." i say, looking over at him.

"do you wanna.. make things official." he asks quietly.

i roll over ontop of him, smothering him in kisses "yes!" i laugh, wrapping my arms around him. relief washes over his face.

we lay still for a few minutes, "can i stay the night?" he asks with a laugh, "please do." i reply, my eyes fluttering shut.

we lay in silence for a few minutes, but a small laugh exits his mouth.

"yeah?" i smile into his chest.

"nothing it was just painfully obvious i was head over heels for you, how did you not guess" he laughs

"chris, im sorry but i was terrified to make a move purely because of how it wasnt obvious." i say, planting the 84th kiss of the night on his face.

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[luveline]

could i request teacher!reader with hotch? like maybe she’s jacks teacher

thank you for your request! fem!reader, 1.2k

You're a teacher: you're always tired. Overworked, underpaid, everybody knows how it goes. And maybe you've let yourself go because you don't have any real material hopes for the future beyond getting Macy Danish to read at a first grade level, but how were you supposed to know that Jack Hotchner's father would be so overwhelmingly attractive? It's not fair. 

He's handsome though older than you'd been expecting, but that isn't the cut and dry of it. When he comes in, it's alone, in a well-fitted suit. He's tall and remarkably dark-eyed, shaking your hand without trying to impose any authority, as some of the fathers tend to do, and when you call him Mr. Hotchner, he says, "Aaron, please," but continues to call you Ms. L/N.

"Aaron," you say, pulling your skirt under your thighs as you sit down. You're dressed in nice clothes for the parent-teacher conferences, but you could've covered your sleeplessness better. "Jack is the nicest boy in class. He's actually my loveliest kid. Um…" You search through your notes for the preliminary assessment of Jack. "Sorry, two seconds." 

"Take your time. I know what it's like to dig through a mountain of paperwork every day." 

"Jack mentioned you work in the government, he calls you a special agent," you say, smiling. "You get the bad guys." 

"I am a special agent. Supervisory." Aaron is conscientious enough to pretend he doesn't notice your surprise. "I'm chief of the behavioural analysis unit." 

You can't even begin to guess what that entails. "Oh," you say breathlessly. 

"I understand that it sounds fantastical." 

"It sounds impressive," you say, floundering to correct yourself. Behavioural analysis? It must be obvious to him how nervous he's making you, then, and when you realise that, you get worse. "I'm so sorry about this. I should be more organised. I usually am." 

"That's alright. Take your time." 

Does he always speak that way? His voice is like fucking silk? Is he messing with you?

You yank the notes you made for Jack from the pile and flatten them across the desk. "Okay, sorry. Like I was saying, Jack is really the nicest kid, him and his friend Molly. They're both lovely, and teachers shouldn't have favourites, please don't tell the other parents, but they're my favourites." You smile at him quickly and return your eyes to the paper. The words swim in front of your eyes. "Jack can read better than you could ever hope for a first grader, he's immensely intelligent for his age group. He's patient. He'll explain anything to anyone if they ask him too, and he does it well." 

"I'm glad to hear that," he says, again so softly. 

You pick up one of your skinny biros to have something to fidget with. He's a very good looking man, but you're a good teacher. You can focus on what to say. Some parents need good things only. Some need reassurement that they're doing a good job. Aaron is harder to read, but you know what he needs, too. 

"He can be lonely," you say, looking him in the eye. "I don't think that that's down to any fault. I'm sure you know better than I do why he might feel that way." You know about his mom's passing over a year ago. You've seen grief in children too many times. "He… I understand if this isn't okay with you, but he eats lunch with me sometimes. I encourage him to sit with his peers, of course, but I think he runs out of energy pretty quickly." 

Aaron nods thoughtfully. His brows quirk into a furrow that you're afraid is directed at you. 

"I don't think he necessarily has trouble connecting with his friends." 

"What do you think?" 

"I think something awful happened to your family, and Jack will feel it for the rest of his life, but that it won't stop him from being great. It already isn't. And… he clearly has a father who loves him and who he admires. You're his second favourite topic." 

"What's his first?" he asks. 

"He's really into Fruity Fridays," you say with a laugh. "I bring in fruits you don't get often in America. Someone would've had to sign a form." 

"No, I remember signing it. He likes that?" His smile is golden. "I can't get him to try new things." 

"He had all the leftover gold kiwi last week." You rub your lips together. Time is ticking. You have nearly thirty parents to see tonight, but talking to Mr. Hotchner has been so normal. He's a regular person in a sea of inattentive helicopter narcissists. It's a relief and a half to meet him and know a kid as gentle as Jack is in good hands. "Mr. Hotchner, I have to tell you, I'm really relieved to meet you." 

"Aaron," he corrects.

Your tone drops too low. "Aaron." 

"I'm more than relieved," he says. "I knew that this year would be harder for him. I didn't know… I'm grateful to you, for being so kind with him." 

You look down at your notes, flushed from head to toe despite your airy skirt. Crossing your legs, you shake your head. "It's my job." 

"To let him take up the only break you get all day?" he asks. 

"It's not like that. Jack doesn't bother me." You fold your notes in half. "I can see his role model measures up." 

"I could say the same thing." 

The next time you see Jack, bright and early Monday mooring shepherded by his aunt Jessica, he's very happy to see you. You offer him a hug and pat his back when he wraps his arms around your hips. "Hello, Jack. Was your dad pleased with your drawings?"

Jack smiles at you. "I have a note for you." 

"You do? Can I see? Where is it, honey?" 

Jack takes off his backpack and pulls out the note and a tupperware container. "Oh, wow, did you make treats for the class? Jack, that's so nice!" 

"No. Dad said those are for you. He said you should have nice for nice, or something," Jack informs you. 

"You'll share with me, though? I can't eat them all by myself," you whisper. 

He nods with enthusiasm and runs off to put his backpack in his cubby and his coat on the hook. You look down at the cookies and note, which is actually an envelope. 

You open it with your thumbnail. The writing is Aaron's usual tight cursive.

Dear Miss L/N, 

I hoped to thank you again in person, but work makes that hard. I appreciate everything you do for Jack. There are teachers who work, and there are teachers who go above and beyond. I can feel confident anywhere in the country knowing Jack is being taught by the latter. 

Gratefully yours, 

Aaron Hotchner. 

P.S. Please don't feed Jack too many cookies. They're not for him. 

You keep the letter even if it's lame to do so. When is the next parent teacher conference, anyways?

[digenerate-trash]

Yandere Sirris who encourages Sydney to befriend you, so you'll come over to their house and he can POUNCE without fear of anyone at school catching you and ruining his "good man" facade.

Fuuuuuuck. Damn okay, anon. You're a sick fuck. I'm into it. (I might have to do the teachers next because of this ask)

GN Sydney | GN PC | AMAB Sirris

Sirris has always been very particular about his tastes. Usually, he has boundaries and careful consideration when he is looking for someone to get romanticly involved with. He's always so careful with his feelings... he has a kid after all and he can't risk Sydney's stable home for anything less than perfection...

But that's when he met you. You're a bit off. You stand out in class. Not a troublemaker. But not a good student either. But there's something in the way you look at him that makes his heart jump. He spends all lunch period thinking about it. He wonders what he did to be cursed with these feelings...

He's upset and sick at the thought and when he goes to check on Sydney he spots you again. Leaning over the counter and talking to his son. Your hips swaying a bit as you chat with him. Sirris can't seem to tear his eyes away from you. When Sydney sees Sirris he waves and invites him over.

You quickly gather your book and head out and still Sirris can't focus.

"Dad!" Sydney says. Snapping his fingers and gaining his attention finally. "What are you doing here?" Sydney asks. He must have asked a few times but Sirris wasn't listening.

"Sorry kiddo- I just... I'm worried about them." He gestures Vaugely in the direction you left and Sydney nods.

"They've been having some trouble lately," Sydney explains. "Something with their caretaker. They refused to explain. They keep their personal life a secret... I'm getting worried about them-"

...an unstable home life is troubling... especially for someone as desirable as you, but you could keep a secret apparently, and you could probably use a safe place to go... Sirris is more than happy to provide for someone in need.

"Invite them for dinner Friday." Sirris encourages. "Maybe we can get to know your friend a little better."

Sydney smiles before the bell rings and he grabs the rest of the books that need to be reshelved. "I think they'd like that- who doesn't like us?" Sydney smiles a bit before Sirris heads back to his classroom. And as much as he wants to pretend that Friday is going to be nothing but innocent fun. He's already planning on a way to get rid of Sydney for the evening.

Friday rolls around and all throughout class you keep looking at the teacher. You seem nervous and Sirris tries to ignore it. He continues the lesson as if nothing is wrong and by the end of it you've packed up your bag but you wait for the class to leave. It's just you and him in the classroom now but Sirris keeps things professional. The door is open and he keeps the desk between the two of you as you confront him.

"Sydney invited me to dinner." You say. Your voice has a slight shake to it. But Siris doesn't seem to mind. Innocence is a virtue according to the church books his son brings home.

"And? Will you be joining us for dinner?" Sirris asks. He stays calm like his entire day won't be soured if you say no.

"...it won't be awkward?" You ask. "Since you're my teacher... I thought it might be awkward- you might not... want me there..."

Sirris chuckles a bit and he reaches over to pat your head but stops himself. Keeping the distance he's so carefully maintained. "It won't be awkward I promise." He reassures you before he pulls out some of the tests he intends on marking.

You nod and smile before you grab your things and leave. Sirris closes the door after you leave the classroom and takes a deep breath of air as he presses his forehead against it. He can't believe it... you're actually going to be in his home tonight... you're going to show up you're going to laugh politely at his jokes and be in his home. It's almost too much-

The rest of the day feels like a weird dream. He doesn't even seem to care when he spends the next hour not marking papers but instead thinking about all the things he could do to you in his own home. His work is left undone for the day and even his visit to Sydney in the library is a blur.

After school, Sydney brings you along with him, and Sirris drives. Usually, he'd let Sydney walk but today was a special occasion. You two chat and smile in the back seat. While Siris grips the wheel his knuckles are white while he hears you laughing in the back seat.

You're so close to him...

Sirris lets you two talk in the living room while he makes dinner and as he expected you are polite and helpful. You complement the house and keep your hands to yourself. Sydney even mentions that you're welcome here any time and Siris echos that as you sit down a the table to eat. And once dinner is almost done sirris gets up a moment and clears the table...

He sets the dishes on the counter and stares. Five minutes. That's what he’ll wait. He counts the seconds. He stays stark still in the kitchen as the seconds pass. Five minutes is believable he thinks as the moments tick by. He can still hear you chatting in the dining room. You are so close… so agonizingly close. Once the five minutes are up he takes a deep purposeful breath and calms his nerves before poking his head back out into the dining room.

"Sydney- Jordan just called," Sirris says alarming both of you. You jolt over to look at Siris and your eyes are a little wide. "Did you not tell him you were not going to make it tonight?"

Sydney shakes his head before Siris sighs. "Well. Get your coat then. You can't make a commitment then not show up"

"We have a guest over can't you tell him that?" Sydney asks before Sirris is practically pushes Sydney out the door. "What kind of father would I be if I let you get away with that? Now hurry up. I'll get your friend home after the dishes are done."

Sydney looks a little upset as he rushed out the door. But he says his goodbyes and leaves.

He leaves you both there. Standing in the house. The Erie quiet starts to hit you.

Siris locks the door in front of you the deadbolt clacking into place. Sirris tilts his head at you a moment before his eyes are fixed fully on you. There's something much more frightening about your science teacher as he takes slow purposeful steps toward you.

[tonixe]

🥺I’m begging you write more Jason Dean stuff your so good at writing !!

FRIDAY NIGHT

n.o.t.e.s - Yes, Ngl I still love him, even though he fucking crazy, like baeeee! <3

w.a.r. n. - unprotected sex, smut, p in the v, Jason Dean being so sexyyy, with 3 y's.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c - 1.1k

It was 9 pm, on a Friday.

You were bored out of your mind, parents weren't home and your sibling was out at a sleepover. You cocked your head towards your cherry red telephone, "Calling him won't hurt" you whispered to yourself, before grabbing the handset phone from the base. It was even better that nobody was home, you got to use the landline without anyone listening into your call.

You quickly dialed Jason's number, the beeping sounds making you feel unease, but excited. Pulling the phone to your ear, as you played with the cord of the phone.

Part of you wanted him to pick up but another part of you wanted him not to, you were to anxiously to really know. You heard the phone, a noise from the line.

He picked up...

"Hello" he said, you quickly responded to him, "Hey, Jason!" you said, it came out more as a purr than casual. "What do I own to pleasure to you, Y/N" he said smoothly, his voice made you melt, and feel something wet in your lower abdomen.

"I was wondering if you could swing by my house later, and hangout, I'm bored out of my mind" you said, hugging your pillow to your chest, rubbing your legs together.

You hoped he would say yes. You needed his accompany.

"Sure" he said, you buried yourself more in your pillow, "I guess, I see you here" you said, quickly putting your phone down into the base, with a loud 'ding!'

You took a breath, you didn't know you were holding it for so long. Looking at the window that was covered by the white curtains.

You heard the doorbell ring, it was 30 mins after you called Jason, you quickly walked down the stairs, looking in the mirror, fixing your hair and your nightgown. Wait was it too weird to wear a nightgown, I mean he is your boyfriend, he would mind, right?

You opened the door, to him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Hey" you said before welcoming him into your house, closing the door behind him.

"This is nice place you got" he said before looking at you, "Your acting like you never been here before" you giggled, before leading him into your living room, sitting down, as he joined you.

"Nightgown, how scandalous" he said, looking at your hardened nipples poking out of your light nightgown. After he said that, it made you jolt, as you rubbed your thighs together, before looking away, "I thought you wouldn't mind" you said, "I don't" Jason said, before finishing his cigarette, dusting the burn end on the of the ash tray.

You felt his hand on your thigh, making you jolt from his cold hand. You slowly breathed out, biting your lip.

"Nervous?" Jason teased you, chuckling. As he leaned towards you. "No" you huffed, that was a lie. His hands creeped up towards your thighs, you looked at his hand, flickering toward him and his hand.

"Can I, princess" he whispers in your ear, your back was curved by the arm of the sofa, he was on top of you.

He slowly took off your blue panties off you. Your pussy hitting the cold air, your legs trembling. Jason held up your right leg, before he spread your pussy lips. You moaned out from your lips, the slick getting onto his hand.

"Damn, your wet already" Jason chuckled, "Did you call me just because you were bored or just horny, no parents home too" he muttered.

You put your hands on your face, nervously. "It a yes isn't it" he said, "yes" you muttered out.

"Gosh" he smirk at you, before shoving his fingers down you, making you moan on impact. He thrust his fingers into you. "J-jason" you moaned, putting your hand on his chest.

His finger hitting your G-spot. Making the body tremble, "Ahh" you moaned. He plunged his fingers into you, make you orgasm, liquids dripping off of his fingers, with slick.

Your chest heaving out, putting your head to the side, looking at Jason smug face. "Now that's a record time" he said, licking the juices from his fingers in front you.

You heard him fumbling with his belt, putting the belt around your hand tying it. "Let's remove this" Jason whisper to you, as he strip you of your nightgown, revealing your breast, your nipples getting hard.

You gulped. Jason cupped your breast together, tugging at them. Making you more wet, rubbing your legs together.

Before he stripped himself of his pants, removing his boxers, revealing his big size. Rubbing your legs together anxiously, before Jason pries your legs apart, opening them, laying them onto his shoulder.

"Ready?" he whispers to you, lining up to your pussy. "Yes" you looked away at him, before he plunged himself into you. You moaned out, putting your hand onto your mouth, trying to hide the pleasure you got from this.

His pace was badly slow, like he was trying to make you go crazy. Everytime he thrust, he always purposely avoids your G-spot, you gave him a little glare. You digged your nails in the couch.

"J-jason" you were in tears.

"Hm?" He said, giving you a smug smile.

"Faster" you whispered, "I couldn't hear you, princess" he said.

"Faster, please" you begged him, you clenched onto his cock, making him groaned.

"Since you said please" he said, not even a second later, he thrust into you with more force, making the couch creak.

The sounds of the lewd scene, made you even more wet. Giving him more access to you, he buries he face in your neck, laying love bites on it.

You moaned out from the pleasure, you were getting.

Your back curved over the ledge of the couch, as he rutted againist you. Grunting slipping out of his mouth, "J-jason" you moaned, as you bit your lip, rolling your eyes as he tilted your body, fucking you further.

"What is it princess" he teased, biting your nipple, clenching onto his cock. "I'm close" you whined, putting your legs around his body.

"Good, cum on my dick" he moaned, biting onto your collarbone. You cried out, as he pumped into you more, before you saw white.

Liquid seeped out of cunt, as he thrust further into the area you didn't even know you had. Your body trembled, he thrust into a few more, before pulling out and cumming onto your stomach.

"Fuck" he hissed, your body still trembling, your legs feeling like jelly.

You looked at the mess between your legs, "S-shit I need to clean before my parents come back" you squeaked out before Jason pressed you back on the couch.

"Before you clean it, round two?" he gave you a smug smile.

[hangesdarling]

Could I request hange with a s/o who try’s to top but gets to nervous and just ends up being a bottom 😭

on top — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. Maybe trying to top Hange wasn't a very good idea...

CONTENT. 18+, MDNI, make-out session, thigh riding, strap-on sex, fingering

WORD COUNT. 1.2k

A/N. omfg anon this is like something i would do to them 😭

It is one of those Friday nights when Hange comes home quite late to finish up something at work. So they won't have something to bother them on the weekends, as they like telling you, which makes you laugh, knowing what exactly the weekends are for.

When Hange arrived home and saw you all dressed up for them, they felt a surge of energy flood back through their veins. They switched the lights off and pulled you into a loving, desperate embrace on the bed, tossing their work bag somewhere around the room. Hange sent a barrage of kisses on your exposed neck and chest, hands teasing the hem of lingerie hugging your body. The familiar smell of scented candles matched the sweetness of your perfume, even the lighting made the view perfect as Hange looked down at you.

But what piqued Hange's interest was the new necklace gleaming silver between your breasts. They chuckled and ran a finger over the necklace before saying, "Hm, is this for me?"

The necklace was a beautiful silver, embedded with a few gems that spelled out their initials. You shifted your body so your weight would be on top of them, kissing them back with the same aggressive passion.

"D'you like it?" you whispered as you situated yourself in their lap. Hange found this playful behavior arousing and matched it with theirs.

"It looks beautiful on your bare chest, yes," they responded, caressing your hip.

You smirked and leaned in closer, tickling their ear with your lips. "I bet it would look better when I'm riding you..."

Hange's arousal thickened from hearing you say bold things to make this night more heated. It was something you've never initiated before and it excites Hange as to what you're planning.

So for the next few minutes, they did as you asked and sat down leaning on the headboard with the strap-on waiting for you. Hange pulled you into a deep kiss, guiding your hips as you rode their thigh. They were determined to increase your arousal, making you as wet as they possibly could as they were thrilled to see you on top of them this time. They couldn't help but tease you about it, however.

"You sure you can handle me, sweetheart?" they teased as you continued to bounce on their thigh.

"’Course I can," you said quite confidently. But seeing how erect the strap stood between them creates a nervous sensation within you. You didn't realize how big it was before as Hange always finds the best ways to fit it all inside you without causing any pain. What made you nervous was the new angle and the position you would be in.

For the next few minutes, Hange made sure to stretch you as much as they possibly could using their fingers. They didn't stop until you were dripping on their palm, and fighting back an orgasm as you bit on their shoulder. Hange soothed you with kisses, asking your permission to move forward to which you nodded.

Hange rarely uses lube as they know how to make strap-on sex easy but this time, they think it was appropriate to do so. You moved over with their help so you could get the tip to brush against your soaking entrance. You gulped down your nervousness as it was making it hard for you to breathe. The menacing size and how you could get it in without pain remained on your mind. Hange was firmly holding your waist the entire time, sensing your hesitation and nervousness as you looked down. They decided that maybe it was too much for you right now so they brought you to lie back down on the bed and got on top of you.

They stroked your hair and kissed you again. "Are you scared, darling?"

You hid your face in embarrassment and said, "I don't know... It looks so big from where I'm sitting earlier..."

"Oh, calm your nerves now, sweetheart," they chuckled as they positioned themself between you. "It sure is quite big but you've handled it several times now, right?"

Hange then placed a small pillow under your back, holding the shaft of the strap before carefully stretching you open with the tip. They rubbed your sides up and down, stroking your hair as your moans were muffled against their mouth. Hange filled you up inch by inch, carefully angling their body for a smooth penetration. In no time, they managed to fill you up to the hilt without pain, slowly closing in to spread you apart further. With your legs wrapped around their hips, they moved in a slow and steady fashion that never failed to arouse you.

"See? Easy, isn't it?" they smiled at you, kissing the top of your head before slowly shifting in slow, sharp thrusts. Hange pressed their hands on the back of your thighs until your knees brushed your chest. The angle from where they were thrusting allowed them to go deeper so they started to thrust faster.

They hooked one of your legs over their shoulder before coming down to kiss you again. "Feels better, huh?"

You whimpered in agreement, your lips pressed against theirs, tongues brushing as you kissed. Your hands busied around Hange's work shirt, tugging it open so you could kiss and leave marks on their chest.

"Ngh... ah, fuck—!" Hange groaned, steadying themself on you as your hands and lips teased them. Hange had an almost bruising grip on your waist as they pulled their hips back and slammed them forward in one go which earned a loud moan from you as you felt all their length in one sharp thrust.

Hange knows how much you love that particular movement they always do. They held you tighter in place and repeated those same arousing movements that made you throw your head back. Your fingers clawed on their back, a broken string of their name erupting from your lips. They watched how the necklace bounced against your breasts whenever they thrust inside, and Hange couldn't help but give you one heated kiss after the other just by seeing that.

"You comin' honey?" they breathed out, rutting their hips against yours with quite a struggle from how hard your insides were clamping against their strap. You nodded, whispering a breathy 'yes' as Hange circled a callused thumb over your clit. They buried their face on your neck, kissing and inhaling your sweet scent. Hange let you bite on their shoulder as you came, legs trembling against theirs, and with a few slow, sharp thrusts, they came groaning on your ear.

Hange planted kisses on your neck and face, rubbing your thighs to ease you down before slowly pulling out and wrapping an arm around your waist. You could feel them smiling against your neck as they held you in an embrace.

"I'm definitely gonna top you next time, just so you know," you whispered playfully against them.

Hange poked your cheek, laughing, "For sure, sweetheart. Can't wait."

You couldn't help but poke them back as they kept teasing you about what happened earlier. It was clear that they're never gonna let it live down that you tried to top them and failed. You crawled on top of them again, splaying your warm body against theirs.

"You know, maybe a gag would shut you up, maybe handcuffs too..." you whispered and Hange knew you weren't joking around this time as you reached for something under the bed.

Hange couldn't help but chuckle. They know they're in trouble now but isn't that more fun?

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a little fic based off this very lovely request 💗 | 1.3k | tw: mild language

Kerry looked up from stirring his tea as he heard the doorbell, taking the spoon out of the mug and leaving it on the counter before heading to the front door. He raised a brow as he saw David on the other side, stepping aside to let his brother in.

“Why didn't you just use your key?” Kerry asked, heading back to the kitchen.

“Forgot it didn't I?” David laughed, following Kerry into the kitchen and sitting down at the table. “what are you making?”

“Tea,” Kerry replied, looking over to his brother. “You want some? Kettle is just boiled.”

“Why not,” David nodded, glancing around. “Who's home?”

“Just me,” Kerry got another mug from the cabinet. “Everyone's out.”

“Where?” David asked, sitting back and resting his hands on his stomach. “Anywhere interesting?”

Kerry shrugged as he poured some hot water into the empty mug.

“Kev is out with Pam. Mike has band practice. Mom is shopping and Dad's at his office.”

“And you ain't got plans?” David asked, looking up to the ceiling. “Not like you.”

“I'm just enjoying the peace,” Kerry grinned, dropping a tea bag into the hot water and stirring it. “Not all that often this place is empty.”

David laughed as he nodded, stretching his arms up slightly and letting out a yawn.

“Hey, I need your advice on something.”

“Oh yeah?” Kerry asked, taking the mugs to the table and setting one down in front of David. “What's on your mind?”

“I was thinking of asking Sylvia out,” David shrugged, picking up his mug. You know that girl from the bank?” 

“Yeah I think so,” Kerry nodded. “She's pretty cute. Why do you need my advice? Just ask her out.”

“Well I..fuck this is stupid,” David sighed, taking a long sip of his tea before setting the mug down. “I just..I get so awkward around her. I never know what to say.”

“Really?” Kerry grinned. “You can't tell me you get nervous around a girl? You're constantly running your mouth, giving attitude. Why should it be different with her?”

“Because it is!” David groaned, sitting up and resting his head in his hands. “I don't want her to think I'm some big dumb loudmouth.”

“So you just don't want her to know the real you?” Kerry teased, laughing as David flipped him off. “I'm just kidding. You're overthinking this, it really ain't that complicated.”

“What do I do?” David asked, lowering his arms and looking over to his brother. “Like..what would you say?”

“Me?” Kerry raised a brow, looking up for a moment. “Hm..I guess I would say something like..Hey Sylvia, my brother David has a thing for you. You know him, tall, blonde hair, big mouth. He was too shy to ask you out so he sent his younger brother. You free Friday night?”

“Oh get fucked,” David groaned as Kerry laughed. “Come on, you're better at this than me. What do I say?”

“Alright, let me think,” Kerry grinned, taking a sip of his tea. “Okay, try something like..Hey Sylvia, I hope this ain't too forward but I think you're really great and I would be honored to take you out and get to know you better. If you happen to be free on Friday night I'd love to show you a great time.”

“You think it will work?” David asked, resting his palm against his mug. “I don't want to screw this up.”

“You won't screw it up,” Kerry grinned, getting up from the table. “Just be yourself. Don't stress about it. Worst case scenario she says no, not the end of the world. We got any cookies?”

“Top left cabinet,” David waved his hand. “Do you really think she'd say no?”

“I don't think so,” Kerry opened the cabinet and looked through it. “If you do it right.”

“No pressure,” David sighed, sitting up. “I hate being so awkward about this.”

“It's normal when you like someone,” Kerry took a pack of cookies and brought them to the table. “You don't want to look like an idiot in front of them.”

“Fair,” David nodded, reaching for the cookies. “What about you? You using your own advice?”

Kerry laughed softly and shook his head.

“Nah, I'm not really looking right now. If something is meant to be, it'll happen.”

“Look at you getting all wise,” David grinned, taking a couple of cookies before sliding the pack over to Kerry. “I guess single life is suiting you.”

“So far,” Kerry nodded. “I'm happy to focus on work right now. Big match on Saturday night, hope you won't be too distracted by your girlfriend.”

“Shut up,” David rolled his eyes with a grin, stuffing a cookie into his mouth. “she'th noth my girlfriend.”

“Not yet,” Kerry laughed, taking a sip of his tea and looking over to David. “You know..I've been meaning to tell you, I-”

“Hey, I'm home,” Kevin's voice sounded from the front door.

“In here,” Kerry called before looking to David with a smile. “I'll tell you later.”

“You better,” David grinned. “I'll be waiting on the edge of my seat.”

“Hey,” Kevin smiled as he walked into the kitchen, going to get himself a glass of water. “Did you have company?”

“No,” Kerry raised a brow, looking over to Kevin. “Why?”

“There's an extra mug on the table,” Kevin gestured to the mug sitting on the table across from Kerry. “Unless you just didn't feel like washing up?”

“Nah nothing like that,” Kerry shrugged with a smile. “David was here.”

“David..I see,” Kevin nodded, taking his glass to the table and sitting down across from Kerry. “I see him too, sometimes. Talk to him.”

“I know it's a little silly,” Kerry gestured to the untouched mug across the table. “But I really feel like he's there. Like we're just having the same conversations we woulda had.”

Kevin nodded softly, looking at the mug

“It's not silly. I do the same thing, I tell him about Pam and the boys and all of us. It feels like I could reach out and give him a hug, he's so real.”

“Hey, you ever tell him you miss him?” Kerry asked, letting out a sigh. “I always feel like I should. I want to tell him I'm sorry I wasn't there when he needed his family. That we let him die alone..”

“Hey, I won't hear it,” Kevin held his hand up. “We didn't let him die alone. He wasn't supposed to die, how in the world was it his time? Every time I see him I want to tell him that we all miss him, we love him. But I can't do it, I'm afraid if I say it then he'll really be gone.”

“I know,” Kerry murmured, looking up for a moment and taking a deep breath. 

“One day he'll stop showing up and maybe I'll regret not telling him but..I just want to remember the good times when I'm with him. I don't want to remember he's not really there.”

“Well while we're still here, so is he,” Kevin smiled softly. “We keep him alive like this. I know we ain't ever gonna forget about him but..it just feels important. What were you talking about with him this time?”

“That girl down at the bank,” Kerry smiled, looking over to Kevin. “Sylvia. Just giving him some advice. He always had a thing for her.”

“He sure did,” Kevin laughed softly. “His ears used to go pink when she smiled at him after church.”

“The only time he wasn't running his mouth,” Kerry laughed, shaking his head. “who knows what coulda happened, it's just fun to think about I guess.”

“Yeah,” Kevin smiled, checking his watch. “You wanna come pick Mike up?”

“Why not,” Kerry nodded, looking over to the mug before standing up. “maybe I can repurpose that expert advice of mine.”

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Chapter 5

Summary: Reader and Wanda hang out together with some of their friends and get to know each other a bit better.

A/N: So sorry for the late chapter but this thing is almost 7k words and it was very difficult to find a stopping point. Chapter 6 is most likely going to be late as well, hopefully I can get back to my schedule. Thank you all for your patience and for reading. I truly appreciate all of you! Enjoy!

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Spending a week in the woods, camping with Rachel, has been a tradition since she could walk. Jean only participated in the first two. After the divorce you weren't sure you wanted to keep the tradition but Jean made a few good points on why you should continue it. Now, years later, it's the best way that you get to bond with Rachel beyond the distracting devices and all of her shows and music. You do your best to keep up with all of it but she is constantly changing. You encourage it, of course. But it's hard to feel connected with your daughter. Except on these trips. 

You rent the same spot every year. The two of you build the tent together and make it cozy inside. Then you set up the fire pit and she finds the best spots for the chairs. The two of you make food together over the fire. Tell jokes and scary stories. Remain completely unplugged for the entire trip. At night she snuggles close and you cherish the way she holds you tight because you know there will be a day a few years from now when she won't. She'll be upset with you because you'll be upset with her. Things will get tough, as they do with growing up, and you won't get as many hugs as you do now. And she'll continue to grow up and find her own way in life and her snuggles and these camping trips will be nothing but a distant memory. 

Between meals the two of you make up games, talk to each other, and you teach her what you can think of at the moment.  The two of you swim in the lake nearby and have fun splashing each other. A dog runs up to her when she’s eating her food and you already know that she's going to start asking for a dog. Luckily, you're able to convince her that she's still too young for one. 

All too soon, it's Friday morning and the two of you are packing up the campsite. It's sad putting away the fun week but it's what has to be done. Once your truck is packed up, you hit the road and she's finally able to use her phone again. The entire drive home she is blasting her favorite songs and singing at the top of her lungs. Once you're back in town you're reminded of your plans and at a stop light you message Wanda to see if she's still up for drinks. You don't get a reply until you're pulling up to your apartment building. 

Too nervous to check, you unload the car and get Rachel comfortable before you check your messages. I’ll see you at seven? Your shoulders drop from the relief. You call your sister, Kate, and ask if she can babysit for a couple of hours. 

“Oh… does someone finally have a date?” She inquires and it makes you roll your eyes. 

“No, I'm just grabbing drinks with some friends,” you clarify. 

“You’re so boring,” she groans. “Alright, I'll babysit. I don't mind spending some one on one with my favorite niece!”

“She’s your only niece,” you laugh at her enthusiasm. 

“Exactly,” she says. “I’d have other favorite nieces, maybe even nephews, but no. You refuse to make anymore.”

“Gross, you do realize that you're upset with me for not getting laid, right?” The line goes quiet and you wonder if she's even there anymore. “Hello? Kate?”

“I’m here, I just had to go scrub my brain with bleach to remove the last few minutes from my memory.” She says nonchalant, as if that was the most normal thing to do. “Anyway, I'll be there in a few. You better leave me some money for food.”

“Of course, I'll see you in a bit. Thank you so much,” you say your goodbyes and hang up. You walk to Rachel’s room and knock on her door and enter once she says you can. “Hey kiddo, aunt Kate is coming over to watch you for a bit. I have something… I mean I will be… uh, I have to do something.” You cringe at how you’re fumbling telling her that you’re going out. Normally, to avoid this, you would plan to do something on a night you don’t have her. But you only have yourself to blame for this. 

“Okay, have fun,” she says as she scrolls through her phone. 

“Okay,” you almost want to laugh at how easy that was. “Okay,” you repeat yourself. “I’m going to shower so can you let your aunt in if she gets her before I’m out?” 

Rachel nods, “Yeah no prob, now go! You don’t want to smell gross for your date.”

“It’s not a date,” you clarify and Rachel mutters something to herself that you can’t decipher but decide you don’t want to know anyway. “Please don't ever grow up,” you say with a smile and she looks up at you with big eyes like her mother. 

“I have to someday,” she says seriously and it crushes something in you. As a parent, that is possibly the best and worst response to ever hear. “Now go, please,” she says with a small wave of her hand. 

You finally leave her room, closing the door to the point that it's left to a crack. Just to mess with her a little. Then you head to the shower because you haven't had a proper one in several days. Your daughter is right, you do smell pretty gross. When you step out you hear your sister and Rachel laughing at something playing on the television. You finish getting dressed and when you walk out with a smile to greet the two girls they look up at you with horror. 

“What?” You ask as you look at your t-shirt and jeans. Your usual attire. 

“Is that what you're wearing?” Kate asks as she slowly eats the popcorn from the bowl between her and Rachel. 

“Yeah, why? What's wrong with it?” You laugh at their judgmental eyes. 

“Nothing, it's just so… you,” Kate replies with disgust. 

“That’s a bad thing?”

“No,” she pauses as she continues to look you up and down. “It’s just not a good thing.” 

You shake your head with a laugh, “Gee thanks, little sis. But it's nothing to get bent out of shape over. It's just drinks with some friends. I highly doubt Steve or Phil are going to have anything to say about my outfit.” You grab your jacket and put it on despite Kate's commentary about not wearing it. “What? I checked the weather.  It might rain tonight.” 

“I’m sorry, Rach. You’re not going to get another step-mom anytime soon,” Kate says. 

Rachel is hardly paying attention to the conversation anymore so when her aunt speaks to her it takes a moment for her to respond. She shrugs, “It’s okay, Ms. Wanda likes their work uniform. She won’t mind this, I guess. I just thought she deserved better from them.” 

“Oh, she has a name? And she knows Rachel?” Kate says in surprise, happy to be getting the good details now. “This must be serious.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose as you shake your head. “No, it’s not. I’m not dating anyone, Kate. Stop encouraging this kind of behavior.” You say, frustrated from having to repeat yourself constantly. You never liked this kind of teasing. It makes you uncomfortable and feel like you have something to prove. Besides, it's not fair to the other person who can't defend themselves. You grab your wallet, phone, and keys. “I don't have cash on me so I’ll send you the money for dinner. Thank you for watching her.” You say as you get a text from Wanda that she's already at the bar and sends you her location to double check that it's the right one. You send her a thumbs up. “I’ll be right around the corner so if there's any kind of emergency do not hesitate to call. Okay?”

“Of course,” Kate says. She hands Rachel the bowl of popcorn and gets off the couch. She stands in front of you and pulls you in for a hug. “I’m sorry, I know I tease you a lot but… I just want you to be happy.”

You hold your sister for a second and pull away and smile at her. “I am happy, kiddo. You don't need to be in a relationship to find happiness.” 

She pats your check with a fake expression of pity. “Oh, you are so single. It's sad.” 

You shake your head with a hearty laugh. “Whatever, weirdo.” You step away from her and go to join Rachel on the couch to give your daughter a hug. “I love you, nugget. I'll see you in the morning.”

“Morning? You’re going to be out all night?” She asks in surprise. 

“No, sweetheart. You’ll be in bed by the time I come home.” You tell her with a soft laugh. “I’ll be back here tonight and will be making your favorite breakfast in the morning. Don’t worry.” You tap your finger to her nose and she scrunches her face with a giggle. 

“Okay, have fun!” She gives you one last side hug, careful to not spill the bowl of popcorn. 

Finally, you leave the apartment building and walk a few blocks down to your favorite bar. You used to work there when you turned twenty-one and learned many skills that you don’t use anymore unless it’s to try and impress someone you’re interested in. Especially since the owner has a soft spot for some of his former employees and will let you behind the bar to let you do a trick or two. 

Walking inside The Hub you grow nervous because this will be the first time you and Wanda intentionally hang out together. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to talk about. What if there is nothing to talk about? How are you supposed to continue to go to her house and eat her food if she hates you after this? Steve is sitting at the bar talking with Phil. You met Steve when working here, he was the one who trained you in mixology. 

Steve served in the military before you met him here. His usual story is that he only enlisted because he didn’t have a direction at eighteen and needed something to help him make good money early in life. The real story is that he spent the majority of his life training to be in the military. His entire family is in the military, it was all he knew. But once he was actually in battle he realized that life wasn’t for him. When he finished his six year commitment to the Marines, he didn’t renew his contract and hasn’t spoken to his family because of it. To say they didn’t approve would be an understatement.  

“Rogers!” You greet him happily. You do a quick handshake and pull each other into a half hug. “It’s been a while, I’m glad you could make it out.” You sit next to him. 

“I’ve been good, Peggy and I just got a place together,” he says with a grin as he takes a sip from his beer. 

“That’s awesome man,” you congratulate him. 

“Wow, it’s like I don’t exist,” Phil says as he sets a glass down in front of you and pours your favorite drink for you. 

“I was going to get to you,” you laugh at his impatience. “How’s it been, Coulson? The place looks busy. I can’t even find the person I invited out.” You look around to find Wanda and her friend but have no luck from where you’re sitting. 

“Yeah, business has been good,” he says with a frown as he throws his rag over his shoulder. 

“Why does that sound like it's a bad thing for you?” Steve picks up on the bar owner's mood. 

Phil leans on the bar and sighs. “My daughter is home for the summer and she needed a job but no one was willing to hire her so I thought what’s the worst that could happen? Turns out, it’s this.” He points to the crowd of guys that keep looking over at the bar to catch a glimpse of Phil’s daughter and you laugh as you realize that the ratio of males to females is not what you’re used to at this place. 

“Where is she?” Steve asks and you nudge him as you shake your head. “What? I just want to see her. It’s been a while. Geez, I’m in a committed relationship, Y/n.” 

Phil looks at Steve, “No one is seeing my daughter tonight. She isn’t scheduled to come in. I’ve made sure to give her all Friday’s to Sunday’s off.” He says proudly. You point out the room full of customers that don’t know and he laughs. “I’m not going to tell them that. I still need to keep this business afloat.” You nod with a smile as someone comes up from behind him and you recognize her from the photos that Phil has in his office. She is much more mature now than she is in those photos and you can see why she draws in a crowd. You clear your throat to get Phil’s attention and point her out to him. He spins around. “Daisy! I gave you the day off! Why are you here?” 

“Calm down, Grant asked me to cover his shift. Besides, these are the busiest nights and I can make great tips,” she explains as she ties her apron on. Her and Phil have a quiet argument and you and Steve watch in amusement. 

As guys come to crowd the bar you and Steve step away and you are reminded why you’re there in the first place. She is across the room, sitting in a booth in the corner chatting with her friend. Wanda looks up and the two of you make eye contact and you smile as you grab Steve’s attention. A soft blush warms her cheeks and she looks away from you. “There she is,” you tell him. Steve isn’t sure who you’re looking at so he lets you lead the way. You join her and her friend in the round booth. “I’m sorry it took so long to find you. This place isn’t usually this busy. Believe me, I used to make the worst tips here.” 

Wanda laughs, “Okay, I’ll just have to take your word for it.” The two of you stare at each other for a moment. Not sure how to act around each other in this setting. She takes a drink from her cup and points to her friend. “This is my best friend, Carol Danvers. She’s in the Air Force.” You reach your hand across the table to introduce yourself, mentioning that it was an honor to meet her.

“An honor?” Steve scoffs in offense. “I served six years and you never said it was an honor to meet me.” 

“That’s because you’re a nightmare,” you retort. 

“I will have you know, I am a delight,” Steve defends himself. “I’m Steve Rogers by the way.” He offers his hand to Wanda first then Carol. “I know, it's an honor to meet me.” The girls laugh at his joke and you shake your head. 

You turn to Wanda, “I’m sorry about him. Now you can see why I'm in search of some new friends.” 

Wanda nods with her eyebrows raised, “I won't lie, I half expected you to bring Rachel's mom or my brother.” She admits in a laugh. “So, how'd the two of you meet?” 

“Here,” you state as you sip your beverage. “We used to work together here.” You tip your glass to her friend who is engrossed in a conversation with Steve about basic training and sharing war stories. “How did the two of you meet?” 

Wanda looks at Carol and then looks back at you. “We met at a party in high school,” she shrugs. “We didn't go to the same school, we just knew a few of the same people and became friends that way.”

“Oh that's cool. Which high school did you attend?” Wanda tells you about the high school she attended in another state. Then she goes into how she made her way out here. That she got into the university here and that's where she met Vision. How she got into architecture. She talks about how her parents weren’t ever married and that her father moved out here when she was in middle school. Which is part of what influenced her choice in university. Explains how Pietro followed along shortly after and worked under their father to prepare to take over the construction business for him. 

Before she can continue on with her life story, Daisy comes over to the table with a notepad and a few menus. “So my dad is having a bitch fit and now I'm your personal server tonight. Here,” she tosses the menus onto the middle of the table. “I will be back every five minutes. Go.” She walks away and you laugh. 

“The service is wonderful here,” Carol says sarcastically. 

“Oh yeah, definitely employee of the month,” Wanda chimes in and the two women share a look before laughing at each other. Steve makes a funny face to you and you shrug because you have no clue what their inside joke is. Wanda grabs a menu and turns to you. “What would you recommend?” 

“The loaded nachos and that’s it,” Steve cuts into the conversation. 

You nod, “Yeah, that’s the only thing that doesn’t go in the toaster oven.” 

“A toaster oven?” Wanda scoffs at the idea that an establishment would be allowed to get away with such a thing. But you nod, not showing any sign of the information being a joke. “Wow, okay. Loaded nachos then.” 

“My goodness! There you two are!” A woman says as she gets close to the booth. “I have been to three bars looking for you guys. What are we doing here?” She slides in next to you on the booth and she gives you a flirty smile. “Oh, hello,” she winks at you then she leans on the table to talk directly to Wanda. “Now I know why you were ignoring my texts.” She returns her attention to you, “Tell me cutie, are you single?” 

Wanda bursts out laughing at your uncomfortable expression as the strange woman strokes your arm. “Agatha, pump the brakes. This is the friend I told you about.” 

Agatha stops trying to flirt with you and her eyes widen. “Oh! You’re them! Oh, honey why didn’t you say anything,” She swats your shoulder as she lets out a boisterous laugh. Agatha holds her hand out to you, “Agatha Harkness, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

You accept her hand and shake it quickly before dropping it. “Nice to meet you as well, I’m Y/n.” 

“Oh honey, I know who you are.” She directs her next words to Wanda. “You told me they were cute but you didn’t say they were hot!” 

You look at Wanda with raised eyebrows and a teasing smirk. “Yeah, explain yourself, Wanda.” 

Wanda opens and closes her mouth as she blushes. She knew she shouldn’t have used any sort of compliment as a descriptor. “I never said Y/n is cute.” She says as she points her finger at Agatha. 

“Right, you didn’t say cute,” Agatha gives her a big wink. 

“If it evens the score, Y/n told me that Wanda is very pretty,” Phil chimes in as he comes over with a tray of drinks. You had told him the kind of drink you wanted Wanda to try when you texted him earlier about being here. He said that he’d have them ready once you lasted more than ten minutes at the table with her. “If you ask me, Y/n is a little smitten.”

You shake your head, “It’s a good thing no one asked you then.” Steve makes an ooh sound, Carol laughs and Wanda appears a little impressed. “Thank you, Phil. I appreciate everything you do.” You rush out with an apologetic smile. 

“You’re lucky I know you,” he says after he clears the tray. “Otherwise I’d pay Steve here to throw you out of here.” 

“Oh please, you wouldn’t have to pay me.” Steve says as he grabs his glass, “I’d gladly do it for free.” 

You nod your head, “Yup, these are the people I call my friends.” 

The two men laugh and Daisy returns to the table. “Know what you want yet?” She asks with her notepad and pen ready. 

“Two orders of loaded nachos please,” Steve says. “And a side order of your number,” he winks. Phil smacks the back of Steve’s head. “Ow! I was joking!”

“Behave, I won’t tell you twice,” Phil says unamused while the rest of you try to not laugh. 

Steve salutes him, and then looks at Daisy. “I’m sorry, we’ll just have the nachos, please.” 

The night continues like that, with humorous bits and teasing. Daisy returns every few minutes to check on the table and you order a couple rounds of shots that you want Wanda to try.  You watch her to see if she likes them and when she makes a comment about how you know good drinks Steve points out that you have a home court advantage. To which Carol suggests a change in venue for an even playing field. You pay for the nachos and some of the drinks as Wanda refuses to let you cover the entire bill. 

As you’re leaving The Hub, Daisy pulls you aside while everyone else walks out. You look at her confused and she writes her phone number on a paper in the notepad. She rips it out and slips it in your pocket with a sultry, “Call me.” You find the gesture to be a little funny but you don’t reject her right there. You figure that you’ll probably never use the number. Out of respect to her father and to her. You thank her and walk out the door to catch up with your group. 

As they’re walking Wanda thinks of something to ask you and turns around only to find you missing from the group. She looks around and sees the interaction between you and Daisy through the window. Her eyes widen when she sees the girl stick her fingers in your front pocket. She feels a pang of jealousy but she isn’t sure that’s exactly what she is feeling. Maybe she was feeling off from all of the alcohol they were mixing. Why would she be jealous of you getting some girl's number? You seemed close with her father, so you could be receiving that number for any reason. And yet, she couldn’t shake the fact that seeing that intimate interaction bothered her. When you appear in front of her asking where the five of you are headed off to next, she has to snap herself out of her head. She shrugs because she was so focused on herself that she wasn’t paying attention to the rest of them.

Steve points to a place a few buildings down that the group of five make agree to and their way over. This place was more of a nightclub and there is a crazy long line to get inside which you were completely fine with. It gave you some time to talk with Wanda while waiting. She asked you a lot of questions this time, to get to learn more about you. All you talk about is how you’re from this city and go into the details of your family. How you didn’t like being a child of a bitter divorce and that you wanted better for your daughter. Then you talk about the different types of jobs you’ve had since you were fifteen. And you reveal how you’re working towards a business degree at the community college because you’ve always wanted to start your own handmade furniture business. Steve hypes up your work when he overhears that part of the conversation. You awkwardly thank him and next thing you know, the five of you are inside the club. 

Once inside, you hate it immediately.  The music is loud making it difficult to hear. It’s hot and the air is thin. It was hard to breathe in anything other than the aroma of alcohol and the smell of other people’s sweat.  The place is full and cramped with sweaty bodies knocking into or grinding on each other which makes it hard to stick together. The flashing and rapidly moving lights are unpleasant and difficult to see through. Wanda grabs the collar of your shirt and roughly pulls you close so that you can hear her, “Can we leave?” 

You nod without hesitation and turn around to tell the rest of them that it’s time to go but Carol, Agatha, and Steve have disappeared in the crowd. Wanda grabs onto your jacket with a tight grip so she doesn’t lose you while you search for the other three. You spot Agatha first, she is grinning as she dances provocatively with some random man. Next you spot Carol smiling at a woman as she leans against the bar. Lastly, you find Steve getting excited about spotting a group of guys he recognizes. It’s as if those three were in this place for longer than a few minutes and made themselves very comfortable in the environment. 

You wrap your arm around Wanda’s waist to pull her close to talk, “I think we’re just going to have to wait outside for them.” Wanda nods and agrees telling you that she just wants to get out. You guide her through the many bodies that are colliding together as they dance to the booming music until the two of you are finally outside. “Oh my goodness I never thought I was going to breathe fresh air again!” You exaggerate once you’re free. 

Wanda laughs, “Oh man I had no idea that’s what those were like! I don’t really see the appeal of a place like that!” 

“We’re not drunk enough to enjoy it,” you shrug. 

“I guess not,” Wanda looks at you. “Were you a person that could handle a club like that?” 

You look back at the building and know that there are photos of you in that place somewhere online so there was no point in lying, it was a part of your life that you’re not proud of but a part no less. You nod, “Before my divorce, no way. I was a full-time parent and spouse. After my divorce however…” you drag out as you’re not sure how else to put it. Wanda nods in understanding but you feel like you still have to explain yourself. “Those first few weeks with no family to come home to were so lonely. I’m sure you know how it is. That quiet and isolation is so suffocating. So, yeah, I lost myself in a place like this.” You think back on that time and your reaction to going into that place back then is very different from how you reacted just now. “It’s been a while though and honestly, I cannot tell you how I did it. I don’t know how they’re doing it now!” 

Wanda laughs in agreement, “I guess it’s fun for some people. A nightmare for others. And an escape for those who need it.” 

“That’s an interesting observation,” you say. “Did you ever do stuff like this before having the boys?”

Wanda makes a face and looks back at the building then back to you, “No,” she drags the word out.“It always seemed like my worst nightmare and well… I was right.” 

You nod, “Yeah, it doesn't seem like your kind of thing. Sorry about that, I probably should have shut this idea down.”

“Don't be, I could have said something, I mean we were waiting in line for like an hour. I was curious and now I'm not.” She says with a shrug. Wanda looks around the street and spots another bar with a calmer setting that also has an outdoor option. “Want to go there?” She points it out and you look it over a bit. If you get a spot close to the railing, Steve and the girls will be able to see the two of you from the club when they exit. 

“Sure,” you offer your elbow for her to take. Wanda accepts it and makes a comment about chivalry and you laugh. The two of you cross the street and enter the establishment. It’s the type of place where you have to wait to be seated. So you tell the hostess two for outside and she grabs a couple menus and leads you to the empty corner table you had spotted from the club. You thank her and pull the chair out for Wanda, she looks at you funny. “What? You’re the one who said chivalry wasn’t dead. I have to continue to keep it alive.” 

“That’s too bad,” she pulls the other chair out, “because now it’s my turn.” She pats the back of the chair, “Have a seat, Y/n.” You look at the gesture and happily accept it. Wanda walks around to claim her seat, “There, now we’re even.” 

“Are we? I wasn’t keeping score,” you open the menu and start to look it over. You have only been here a couple of times and are still relatively unfamiliar with what they carry.

Wanda sits there and stares at you for a moment as read the menu. Not knowing the impact your words had on her. Most of her life has been an ongoing score board. If someone did something nice for her she made certain to do something even nicer, expecting them to do something in return. That’s just how relationships and friendships seemed to happen in her life. It wasn’t until halfway through her marriage with Vision that she realized that behavior wasn’t exclusive to good deeds. The amount of bad things they did to each other until the end of it when Vision won and continues to win… Cracks are starting to break through the rose colored lenses. 

“Can I get you two anything to drink to start?” A handsome waiter with a winning smile asks, breaking Wanda out of her thoughts. You tell him that you’re going to have a glass of water and one of the local IPA’s. “And for the pretty lady?” The man doesn’t hide that he is checking her out and though Wanda is flattered by the attention, she wasn’t comfortable with it being from him. 

“I’ll just have water,” she says shyly. 

“Actually, cancel the IPA, I’ll just have the water,” you change your order. You don’t want to be drinking anymore alcohol if Wanda is stopping. “And I’ll add an order of the grilled bread and good olive oil.” You notice that the waiter isn’t taking his eyes off of Wanda and you notice how she seems to shrink under his gaze. “Would you like another appetizer, honey?” you clear your throat as you ask. Not comfortable with using the term of endearment. Wanda sits up as it sounds foreign from you but she notices that the waiter has finally stopped looking at her. 

“Oh um, yeah, babe, you know what I like,” she tries her best to play along as she looks over the appetizers. “You’re so silly, you know that I like the-the… oh! White truffle garlic bread. That’s what I’ll have. For us,” she reaches across the table for your hand, “to share.” You bite your lips to keep from laughing as you nod and throw in a wink. 

“Will that be all for now?” The man’s flirty demeanor has changed to a more professional one and you know that although the both of you are horrible at pretending, you’ve been able to pull it off. 

“Yes, that’s all for now, thank you,” you say politely. He walks away and once he’s gone, you can’t help but laugh a little. “Oh I think we hurt his feelings.” 

Wanda smiles and hums, “That’s what he gets for being creepy.” She removes her hand from yours. “Thank you for that, by the way.” 

You wave her gratitude off, “It’s nothing. He should be focused on his job and not making his customers uncomfortable.” 

Wanda crosses her arms and leans on the table, “Did you ever pick anyone up when you were a bartender?” 

You laugh and shake your head, “No, I was still married when I started the job and then I was enjoying being out of a relationship when the divorce happened. I got to learn a lot about myself in that time.” 

“Have you dated since your divorce?” 

“I have been on a few dates. But I haven’t committed to a relationship since Jean,” you admit. “And it’s not because I still have feelings for her. Things between us ended for a reason and we’re still friends. That’s what we were always meant to be. But I haven’t met someone that I could introduce to her.” 

Wanda makes a face, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, when she started dating, she kind of made up a system to weed out the people she wasn’t sure if they would work out or not. If she didn’t think she could introduce them to me without a doubt that I would be comfortable with them being around Rachel, then she wouldn’t pursue it. Now she’s happily married to the woman of her dreams,” you elaborate. 

“Huh,” Wanda says. The waiter returns with a pitcher of water to fill two glasses and the two plates of appetizers. When he disappears she continues the conversation. “I’ll probably be single forever then,” she says before she drinks her water. 

You laugh as you chew on the bread, “Oh yeah, that system is not designed for people like Vision.” 

Wanda shakes her head, “Nope. I’m sure he already has a file of every bad thing you’ve ever done prepared for drop off on Sunday.” 

“Oh gosh, so you’re saying I shouldn’t have accepted that follow request from hotgurl69?” You say with a smirk. 

Wanda stops chewing and stares at you with uncertainty, “You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not,” you grin as you pull out your phone to show her the obviously fake account that followed you during the week. It had a couple of posts of an objectively attractive woman but not someone that is your type. You hand it to Wanda and she shakes her head in disbelief as she looks it over. “I didn’t actually allow the account to follow me but oh that was something to see when I got back.” 

“He is a nutjob,” Wanda says under her breath. She blocks the account just for her sanity. “I am so sorry about that,” she returns your phone to you. “That’s ridiculous, he is such a child.” 

“There you guys are!” Carol says with a girl under her arm. “These are my friends. That’s Wanda and that’s… Wait. What’s your name again?” She points to you and you smile as you introduce yourself to the girl. 

“Hi, I’m Maria Rambeau,” she says with a grin. “It’s nice to meet you guys!” 

“Likewise,” Wanda smiles. 

“We’re about to head out, I just thought I’d tell you so you didn’t assume the worst. Also, Agatha went home with some Ralph guy. I don’t know. But have fun,” Carol waves as she walks away fast so that Wanda can’t convince her to stay. You and Wanda laugh as the group has gone their separate ways for the night. 

You look at your phone to send a message, “I should probably check on Steve and oh! His girlfriend had an emergency and he went home.” You close the phone and put it in your pocket. “I guess it’s just you and me, that is unless you’re ready to go home.” 

Wanda looks at the half eaten bread on the table, then to the busy street full of people walking by and businesses that are alive, and then at you. Smiling at her with kind eyes that make her feel special. Eyes that make her nervous in the best possible ways. “No, I’m okay to stay a little longer,” is what she wants to say. But she isn’t sure what would happen if she did stay. How would the night end with just the two of you past this point? Would the two of you go on a stroll and continue to talk? Will there be a moment where the two of you get swept up by some romantic setting and she does something stupid like kiss you? She doesn’t want to risk this growing friendship for something so silly. Besides, you and her brother will be at her house tomorrow fixing her wall. She has already looked foolish in front of you plenty of times in the few weeks that you’ve known each other. She doesn’t need to add to that list tonight. 

“Actually, I am a bit tired. Knowing Pietro, I’ll be waking up at six in the morning to let him in,” Wanda explains. “This was really nice, thank you for inviting me out. I haven’t had the courage to do something like this in a while. We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, and hopefully something that keeps everyone interested and engaged,” you reply. “I’ll cover the bill, we don’t want to give prince charming over there any reason to make some move on you because I can’t pay for your meal,” you say as you pull out your card.

“Ah well, it’s only appetizers,” she remarks. “If I were him, I’d probably say something about the lack of a three course meal.” 

“Oh, no worries,” you say as you wave the waiter over. “I’m two steps ahead of you.” The waiter approaches and you ask for the bill. He makes a face stating that you’ve only ordered appetizers. “Yeah, we got a call from the sitter,” you start and glance at Wanda to see her start to smile. “Six kids is a lot to handle for one person. We rarely ever get to have an uninterrupted evening like this,” you lie easily and Wanda tries to hide her amusement. 

“Yeah,” she adds with a disappointed sigh, “And can you believe we’re expecting seven and eight?” She reaches across the table again for your hand and squeezes it with excitement. 

The waiter's eyes widen, “Wow uh, congratulations! You could never tell. Since this was a celebration, you know what, the meal is on the house.” You are surprised and insist on paying but he clears the table and allows you and Wanda to leave without paying. 

The two of you walk to the end of the street where you’re headed in opposite directions. “My apartment is that way,” you point to the building you’ve called home for the past year and a half. Wanda nods as she makes a comment about the building looking nice. Then she turns and points to the parking garage where she parked her car. “I will see you tomorrow then,” you say awkwardly, not really sure how to end the night. 

“Tomorrow,” she repeats, “Goodnight, Y/n.” Wanda walks away and you head home after bidding her a goodnight as well.

When you walk in, the place is quiet other than the soft volume of the television that Kate is watching. “So? How’d it go?” she asks in a whisper. 

You shrug as you remove your jacket, “It was fun. Her friends ended up finding people to go home with and Steve had to head back to Peggy. Wanda and I got to spend some time alone and it was nice. Plus, do you remember Daisy? Phil’s daughter?” You are sitting next to your sister on the couch now. Kate nods as the name rings a bell. “Well she’s home from school and she gave me her number.” 

“Oh, she has had a crush on you forever,” Kate admits. 

You make a face, “Really?” You don’t want to believe your sister, especially not since she is constantly making comments on your lack of a love life. But it does explain why she made the move on you when you hadn’t shown any interest in her all night. “Oh well, I’m not going to call her anyway.” 

“Why not? Things go well with Wanda?” She tries to see if you’ll admit that there is anything more than friendship between you and Wanda and you roll your eyes at her attempt.

“You’re insufferable, you know?” Kate shrugs and asks again why you’re not going to use Daisy’s number. “One, it’s none of your business and two she’s Phil’s daughter. That’s weird, I consider him a friend. I can’t just date his little girl without him knowing. Then I can’t end things with her if he does. It’s way too complicated.” 

“Is it? Or are you making it complicated?” Kate challenges and not having the energy to even try to argue with her, you get off the couch. 

“I’m going to bed. You know how to use the pull out,” you walk to your room. “Goodnight,” you call out to her behind you.

Chapter 6

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REPLETE

Part 1 of 2

Word Count: 1.2k

Mike × fem! Reader Chubby! (Abby's after-school club teacher)

Summary: You're Abby's afterschool teacher, whom she adores. Mike finally meets you.

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Set after FNAF

Mike was relieved. Abby's fit into the age range for an after-school program that was outside and had art time for the kids.

It has been a week and Abby won't stop talking about it. Mike was received again, at Abby keeping up her social skills and having friends and talking to him. And she wouldn't stop talking about her after school “teacher” who was to quote “her favorite teacher ever.”

Mike had yet to see her, she hadn't been on the pick up team or drop off, or maybe she had and Mike wasn't paying attention. He would wake up, still learning to sleep through the night and actually get rest and then be dead tired picking Abby up after stocking up the super stores in town.

It was back breaking work but it for the schedule and sure as hell beat the last job and the almost dying aspect. Plus pay was better for sure.

Friday, he had it off and would seek her teacher out. He was still nervous about Abby and her previous timid and withdrawn personality. He needed to make sure she was breaking out and staying that way.

He walked into the cafeteria and Abby jumped up. “Mike!” He gave a soft smile. She grabbed her paper and two crayons our and dashed towards him.

She jumped in front of him. “Ms. L/N is here!” She bounced on her feet. “Come on, come meet her.”

She dragged him towards a young woman, who was hanging the kids' drawings on a bulletin board. “Ms. L/N! Meet my big brother Mike!” She pinned the last pin for the drawing and turned.

You turned around, a smile on her face. “Oh hi Abby! How was drawing with Mr. Ramirez?”

Abby let go of Mike's hand, completely forgetting his presence. She rambled on and on about the different animals they draw and how they were gonna attempt 3-D drawing. You smiled at her, with a quick look at Mike and a smile at him, you turned back to her. You nodded your head as she finished.

“So this is your brother Mike?”

Abby tilted her head before remembering Mike waa next to her. “Oh yeah. My brother Mike! He works with boxes.”

“Hmm boxes? I'm sure he's super strong. Some of those boxes are heavy.” You gave another smile which Mike gave a small one in return.

“Of course he is. He can pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. He does all the time when I take his things, he-,”

“Okay Abby, go sit over there and finish your drawing. I have to ask Ms. L/N some questions.” She shot Mike a curious gaze but followed his request. Mike blushed in embarrassment, and gave a cough.

You chuckled at their interactions. Abby trudges off, a little miffed at Mike shoo-ing her off.

“What did you need to ask Mr. Schmidt?” You asked, grabbing another child's drawing.

“Oh god. Do I really look that old?” Mike muttered.

You gave a chuckle, “Of course not but a lot of the guardians of the children are um older so they prefer the Mr. Mrs. Ms.” You gave a shrug and turned around to pin the drawing.

“Yeah Mike is fine. Um anyway, how is Abby doing?”

Mike stares at the back of your head. Then down to your shoulders and then down to your hips and then to your ass.

‘Plump,’ Mike thought of the idea to reach out and grab, how it must feel and how soft and good it felt to have his-

You gave a hum breaking Mike out if the not so innocent thought. “She's doing great. Very active and friendly. She loves her drawing time, she does get a little quiet but most of the kids do, concentration and all.” You turned back around missing Mike's eyes darting to your face.

“Oh okay that's good.”

You saw the concern be washed away by relief. You furrowed your brows, “Is there anything I should be aware of right now? Or anything I should watch out for?”

Mike looked away at Abby who was showing her drawing to another little girl.

“It's just before she was really… closed off. And I'm just worried she'll somehow revert back to that.”

You gave a nod. Abby was lucky to have an older brother to care this much. “Okay well I'll keep a lookout in case her behavior changes drastically but for now she's doing good. To be honest, when she comes to talk to me she always brings you up. It's very cute.”

Mike blushed, he could only imagine the type of embarrassing stuff Abby could say to her good-looking teacher. He internally groaned.

You gave a sincere smile. “It's good Abby has a concerned brother. Believe me I've seen some well let's just say uninvolved family members before and it's sad to see.”

Mike nodded. He tries to be involved whenever he can.

“Yeah…” he trailed off not knowing what to say. He was embarrassed, nervous, and so fucking captivated by you and your pretty eyes, lush hair, and full figure. He had to restrain from glancing down.

You glanced at Abby, who was in a new drawing and a concentrated state. You giggled. Mike looked up at your giggle and saw you smiling at Abby.

You turned your attention to him. “Since Abby is still drawing you're more than welcome to stay here so she can finish. Pick up has 20 minutes left and we still have some kids here.”

Mike was going to decline but suddenly an idea popped in his head. “If it's not trouble.”

“Oh not at all.”

“Here let me help.” Mike offered as he grabbed a few thumb tacks and a child's drawing.

“Oh you do-” “It's fine. Nothing much to do while I wait for Abby to finish.”

“Thank you.” He gave a smile in response.

As parents came and the room started to slowly empty, Mike glanced at you. He glanced around the room and found it empty. Only the three of you now.

He glanced at at clock at found it was 5 minutes passed the picking time ending.

“Oh shit sorry.” You looked at the clock, ‘oh wow.’ You pulled out your ohine and saw the the text from your co-workers.

‘hey everythings locked up, we saw u with the dilf and didnt want to interrupt lol. just sweep and lock the main door, give the key to james tomorrow since its his turn.’

You flushed, “Well I guess they finished everything for me, I just need to sweep and lock up.”

Mike nodded. “Hold on.” Mike stole a paper and crayon from Abby, who met him with an indignant ‘hey.’

Mike wrote his name and number. “Here in case anything happens with Abby.”

“Oh okay, just an fyi we do have a roster of the children's parents info.”

“Yeah that makes sense. Well in case you want to go out then.”

“Oh okay, um thank you.” You blushed and looked away as you grabbed the paper.

Mike gave a grin and hurried Abby. The pair left. You dropped your hands in your face and squealed.

‘Holy fuck, that man was hot hell. And he gave me his number fuck yeah!’ You hurriedly swept and cleaned the lunch tables. Excited to go home, you hurriedly left to text your bestie about this and maybe a certain hot guy.

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Im semi back yall for Thanksgiving lol request are open pls feel free to message me!

[hornyhornyhimbos]

so, so, SO sorry i accidentally sent this ask to your other account before fully reading the request rules! but i’d love a cake batter martini with spencer reid + an innocence kink! tysm in advance and have an amazing birthday!! :D

so... mayhaps i got carried away and now i have an idea for a full-on series... thanks i guess?

"The Bucket List" - Part One: The Taste Test

pairing: spencer reid x fem!afab!reader

summary: you weren't sure what surprised you more—that spencer reid had a sex bucket list, or that he wanted you to help him go through it.

word count: 1,969

warnings: innocent!virgin!spencer x (implied) experienced!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, nipple play sorta, idk if i implied it hard enough but both reader and spencer are switches (we'll dive deeper into that in later chapters), explicit language, dirty talk that i failed miserably at writing, maybe more idrk

genre: fluffy, educational smut

extra notes: ok so as it turns out idrk how to write an innocence kink but i did the best i could and i'm happy with how it turned out. i hope you enjoy as well!!

birthday bash | filthy fridays | ask box

spencer reid had a sex bucket list.

spencer reid, your innocent and nerdy coworker who probably had fewer girlfriends than the number of fingers on just one of his hands, had a sex bucket list.

what surprised you even more than that, though, was that he wanted you to be the one to help him go through said list.

sure, you'd been going on dates for a little while—nothing too official, just a few dinner dates and a trip to the movie theater together—but nothing that would've warranted this.

you weren't complaining by any means. spencer, despite his lack of fashion skills, was more than attractive. you were pleased to know that he already trusted you enough to tell you about the list, but it certainly didn't take off the edge of surprise when he expressed that he wanted you to be the one to help him cross some items off the list.

at the top of the list, unsurprisingly, was "perform oral sex." your legs clenched together at the thought as you glanced over the rest of the list, and at the idea of taking his oral virginity.

"i would love to help you out with this list," you admitted, want already dripping through your veins. "are you absolutely sure, though?"

he let out a nervous breath. "to tell you the truth, i don't think i've ever trusted someone the way i trust you, y/n."

you leaned in close, leaving a ghost of a kiss to his chapped lips. "then i say hell yeah. let's do this."

he dove back in for another kiss, clearly needy after the way you'd teased him with the first one. you hummed against him, bringing your hands up to meet the curls near his nape. he all but whimpered as you gave them a soft tug, his tongue dipping inside your mouth for a split second in desperation.

"spence," you said between kisses, one hand traveling down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, ending at the hem of his polo. "do you want to," another kiss, "take this to the bedroom?"

he pulled away, his eyes darting to the floor. if you didn't already know that spencer was a virgin, his apprehension and nervousness would've been a dead giveaway.

"what is it?" you asked, moving a piece of hair away from his face.

"promise you won't laugh?"

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself from how worked-up you'd already gotten. "i would never laugh at you, spencer. well, not unless it's one of your science jokes. then i might laugh to make you feel better," you teased.

he cracked a small smile at that, the air already feeling a little less tense. "i always imagined performing oral sex on a couch for the first time. i don't know, i just always imagined it would be frantic, like neither of us would be able to make it to the bedroom."

truth be told, aside from this conversation, that's exactly how you were feeling. "okay," you said gently, leaning up to kiss him again. "lay down on your stomach for me, yeah?"

you moved to sit at the end of the sofa, your back resting against the arm of it as spencer moved to lay flat in front of you. his eyes went wide as you spread your legs, no doubt revealing the wet spot that had formed on your panties and the tiny little shorts you had on under your dress.

his brows furrowed in curiosity. "so, do i just-"

you shook your head. "with me, you probably could because this whole experience has me turned on. but with most women, you definitely need to work them up, or else it won't be a pleasant experience for anyone involved."

"how do i do that?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours.

"depends on the woman, but universally, kissing and touching our thighs is a good way to go. and dirty talk is usually a good idea, too."

he nodded in understanding, leaning down to kiss your inner thigh. "how was that?"

"that was good, but you're welcome to be a little rougher if you'd like. i'm not made of glass."

he began trailing kisses up and down the length of both your thighs, alternating between sucking and pecking, even adding in the occasional nibble. he sucked over a particularly sensitive spot, and you couldn't help the moan that fell out of you in response.

"yeah? you like that?" he teased, doing it again. your cunt throbbed as he made eye contact again, this time with a harsh nip at the sensitive spot.

"fuck," you sighed, your hands finding his hair again. "yeah, i like that a lot."

his lips connected to you again, beginning their trail again, traveling up up up until they reached the band of your shorts, your dress falling around him. "while i would love to sit here and kiss your legs all night, i think there's something else i'm a bit more interested in kissing right now."

you couldn't say no to that, and the mindless tugging of your fingers in his hair was further proof. "where'd you learn how to talk dirty like that?"

"you bring it out of me."

without another word, you were lifting your hips and whimpering at the cold air as he slowly dragged the fabric down your legs. you pulled your dress fully out of the way, watching as spencer licked his lips at the sight in front of him.

"you like what you see?" you asked with a smirk, carding your fingers through his hair, much softer than the tugs you'd left before.

he nodded with sheer excitement. "i like that a lot," he repeated with the same tone you'd used earlier.

"feel free to get your hands involved if you want. this is all about education, so don't hesitate to get some hands-on experience."

he cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at you again. "is that your way of saying you need to be touched right now?" he asked, his tone clearly teasing.

"maybe," you answered truthfully.

a sly smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he moved his hand up to your cunt. his index finger dragged slowly down the middle of your pussy, his finger surely soaked as he maneuvered it through your folds. a moan escaped your lips once again, your chest already heaving, despite just getting started.

"didn't know i could make someone this wet with just a few little kisses and a mere touch."

you were almost embarrassed to admit that he was right, but when that same finger moved to toy with your entrance, you couldn't seem to care less. "believe it, pretty boy, you did that."

he shook his head at the nickname. "while i love being called that, i was hoping you'd have a special nickname for me that only you use. how does that sound?"

you were getting desperate now, especially when he began to push the aforementioned finger inside you. "whatever you say, spencer, just please stop teasing me."

you could see that look of apprehension reappear, but he must not have cared too much. one second, he was dragging his fingers through your folds, parting your lips with glassy eyes, and the next, he was blowing hot air over you, his tongue slipping inside your entrance with ease.

a mewl fell from your lips at the sensation, tugging on his hair particularly hard. spencer must've enjoyed the action, moaning against you as he lapped at your cunt. you did it again, earning you a second noise, and a smirk tugged at the corners of your mouth.

you pulled him in impossibly deeper, his tongue brushing over that sweet spot you loved so much. "right there, angel," you sighed. the nickname practically flew out of your mouth, but if you had to be honest, it felt absolutely heavenly falling off your tongue like that.

heavy eyes met your gaze, his eyelashes fanning out in such a contrastingly innocent manner—a juxtaposition to the obscene act unfolding in front of you. "say that again," he instructed, leaving a soft kiss on your mound.

his tongue swirled in an agonizing circle around your clit, eliciting a profanity from you. "right fucking there, angel," you said with a moan. you fell back against the arm of the sofa, eyes screwing shut at the absolute pleasure he was providing you with.

"when you're in control, i want you to call me that, okay?" he said, his mouth meeting your bud for a harsh kiss. his lips latched onto you, practically making out with your pussy. a sneaky finger slipped inside you, flexing against your g-spot.

you were already close, oh so close. "please, angel," you practically begged. "i'm almost there."

he left a soft kiss to one of your lips, looking up at you again. "tell me what you need, ma'am."

the nickname had you inching closer to release, your legs beginning to quiver around him. he looked so pretty there, that innocent boy all laid out for you, pleasing you. "harder, faster, anything, just please help me out here."

spencer's opposite hand that wasn't buried inside you slithered up your body, palming at your breast through the dainty fabric of your dress. he nipped and sucked and mouthed at your clit while his finger was joined by a second. his middle and ring fingers thrusted inside you, brushing over that place that had you squirming.

with all the force you had left, you slipped your hand inside your dress, tugging at your neglected nipple as he continued his ministrations, his digits flexing impossibly harder inside you.

with one last harsh circle around your clit, you were coming undone, veins burning and heart thumping louder. you shook around him, eyes going glassy and crossed as he coaxed you along. you pulled at his curls with the hand that wasn't on your breasts, his moans and whimpers against your body only aiding your overstimulated senses.

you watched as his lips left your bud with a messy string of spit, trailing kisses up your body until he reached your mouth. his tongue dipped between your lips and coated your mouth in your own essence. it was sweet and dirty and euphoric all at once, and you wanted to stay there forever if he'd let you.

he came down from his aroused headspace, gentle eyes meeting yours as he parted from you. "how did i do?"

you let out a blissed-out laugh, slotting your fingers through his hair again. "you sure you haven't done that before?"

spencer's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "does that mean i did good?"

your hands landed on spencer's cheeks, pulling him in for a gentle and slow kiss. the remnants of your essence filled your tastebuds, a warmth fluttering in your tummy at the sudden gentleness. "you did amazing," you sighed with a laugh, giving him another peck. "i hope that's only the first time you make me feel that way."

"the way you tasted, i think i could've suffocated down there and still been happy," he admitted with a shy chuckle, his cheeks heating up with a rose-colored flush.

"the way you made me feel, i think i would've been happy even if you'd suffocated," you laughed, resting back against the arm of the couch.

his fingers, still buried deep inside your overstimulated hole, flexed again, bringing back that previous state of painful pleasure. "so, you wouldn't mind if i did that again?"

you whimpered, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. "give me a minute. then you can go again, yeah?"

he gave you a long and hard kiss, letting his senses become crowded with nothing but you. "i'll take you up on that, ma'am."

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[fluffyprettykitty]

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Pairing: Joaquin Torres x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 800 words

Outline: Joaquin has an idea for trying something new in bed, you oblige.

Warnings: anal play, anilingus, cumshot, swearing, ya know the usual.

Author’s Note: written as a VERY VERY late birthday gift for @tom-whore-dleston ;)

P.S: dividers & banners by @saradika​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

You have been dating for a while, four months to be precise and the more kinky Joaquin found out you were the more he fell in love. He never knew just how many things he could like beyond the usual and what conventional porn had taught and as this was the most established relationship for the both of you now was the time to learn.

And boy did he love learning.

It's Friday night and you are out playing pool with his friends. You don't care about that, you care about spending time with him, watching him laugh and drink and playfight with his friends and kiss you warmly when he won.

He did like showing off. And you loved seeing him happy.

Coming close behind him, you place your hand on his back as he is bent on the table. You bring your lips close to his ear, and almost practically throw all of your body on him and whisper "Anything you want, anything at all, I will do for you tonight."

You knew what he wanted, he had told you last night and confessed to you his most important, most devoured porn history.

Mouth and tongue on the ass, that's rimming. He wanted to know how it felt, he had done it to you and your reaction had led him down a very merry walk.

And you nodded your head, you hadn't tried it before either but you'd take your time to research and see if you can do it. And he knew you'd done your research that's what you both usually do when one wanted something new to try.

It's hard for him of to get gloriously hard when you did that and so he try his hardest to calm himself down but ten minutes later he grabbed your hand and threw you on his motorcycle so quickly.

And once you are home, he goes back to being nervous.

"What if I'm not clean enough?" "I'll let you know baby, I won't get grossed out."

Joaquin liked everything but he mostly liked good clear communication and meeting your needs and his needs equally.

You shared a shower and then in your bathrobes, you both came to lay on your bed. Starting with the softest of kisses, to the licking of your breasts (as if he'd ever miss an opportunity to do so) to the soft bites down his thighs.

And it all ended with you kneeling on the bed as you usually did, you started by licking the veins of his cock, to his balls and just moving your tongue a little further down there. Blowing some air on the perineum area only to get that extra hiss from him.

Joaquin accommodates you by getting himself on a pillow to lift him up a little better and admittedly the eye-level contact only arouses you more.

Slow long licks using the flat of your tongue as your preferred method for this new encounter, tease and soften and build potential, and the noises Joaquin made let you know it was all working. He whimpered and his cock twitched when your tongue worked on him like that. Using your tongue than on circular movements slowly and expertly around his anus.

His cute fluffy hair was falling on his face as he was trying to watch you down there, his one hand wrapping around his cock. You giggled as you watched him get into a more and more erotic state, your one finger teasing his butthole only made him much more desperate.

What a sight, what a man.

You switch back to softly kissing his skin and Joaquin curses you out, calling you a tease before resorting to begging you.

You slap his hand on his cock so he can remove it and you fist it instead, moving it up and down in time with your licks. You continue your movements and as you tease the tip so does your tongue on his anus.

He curses again, repeating your name and he starts to warn you that he's cumming and for once you'll sacrifice shooting on his stomach rather than on your breasts just as you liked.

It doesn't take him long to finish because he had been expecting it all day and just the contact of knowing it's happening alleviated him faster. Next time he'll last longer he's telling you and you're shrugging, you don't mind taking all the time in the world to find out everything he likes.

You come up to kiss him passionately on the lips and he thanks you profusely and then with a bright smile on his face, he says

"My turn now mi hermosa, on your hands and knees."

And just like that he turned it into a competition.

Not that you minded.

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[tryingtodotheright-thing]

Hello Sunset - 7

AN: This chapter was hard to write for some reason. I'm still trying to get back in to the groove of writing so please bear with me things don't flow. Let me know which parts you enjoyed. Also, when I started planning this, I'd already weaved in that S.Coups enlisted as a public service officer so I won't go back and change things.

PAIRING: Seungcheol x fem!reader GENRE: exes to lovers, idol verse, angst WORD COUNT: 4,340 WARNINGS: reader has anxiety and depression, swearing, mentions of alcohol Text in blue is spoken/written in Korean.

Previous / Next

6 February 2024

Y/N reflected on the past week as she got ready for her date. The Sunday morning after their dinner, Joshua had added Y/N to a group chat with the other 95 liners and spammed the chat immediately with the pictures they had taken, mostly the goofy ones he had taken of Y/N before Jeonghan and S.Coups had joined. Y/N in response had sent through memes of Joshua. Jeonghan had then joined in, sending in unflattering pictures of Joshua that Y/N immediately saved for future use. She wasn’t that mature to not seek revenge.The ragging had teetered off eventually. They’d checked in on how everyone was handling their hangovers. Jeonghan had asked her what she was doing and she’d sent them a picture of her half-packed suitcase. Joshua, staying in character as the annoying brother, had nagged her to get it done and not procrastinate. She had sent him an eye rolling emoji in response. At one point, S.Coups had sent a message asking after her itinerary. She had confirmed the dates she’d be at each city and told the trio to send her a list of anything they wanted her to bring back. She’d gone back to packing as she chatted with Eun Ji, who had come over that morning with coffee and breakfast. 

Her phone pinged to let her know there was a new notification. Swiping the screen, she saw that she’d gotten a text from S.Coups that read ‘I’ll be there in 10 minutes’. She was still trying to come to terms with what was happening. Barring that short moment in the car, he hadn’t really given her a sign to say he was into her and she hadn’t wanted to read into something that wasn’t there. After all, they didn’t really know each other. But then, she got the text from him on Thursday evening. He’d sent it to her directly instead of the group chat.

S.Coups  Thursday 1 February Did you make it safely to Sapporo? 19:38

Y/N hadn’t expected him to remember, let alone check in on her.

Hey! Yes, I just got to the hotel actually. 19:45

Keep warm. It’s cold right now. 19:46

I will! Thank you for checking in 🙂 19:46

She’d thought that would be the natural end of their conversation but it wasn’t. 

Keep your Tuesday evening free.  I’ll show you around Sapporo.  20:16 If you want to. 20:17

Y/N didn’t reply immediately that night. She had needed to run this whole situation past Joshua first before she did anything. He was her friend first and he needed to feel comfortable with whatever was going on. She’d sent Joshua a screenshot of the message and then put the whole thing out of her mind. She had work the next day and that had been her priority. Fast forward to now, Joshua had given her the green light, saying he’d seen it coming and she’d been texting him all her nervous misgivings last night as she fretted over the ‘date’. Did he even see it as a date? She didn’t know. She knew nothing except the ever present flutters that right now made her want to throw up her lunch. 

Y/N wrapped the warming scarf around herself, gave herself a glance over before leaving her hotel room to wait in the hotel lobby. She’d suggested meeting him at the venue but he’d disagreed, saying it’s better to go together. They were heading to Odari Park to take in this year’s Snow Festival the city was famous for. The festival had been recommended to her by Makoto-san, the general manager for the Japan office, when she’d met him last Friday. It was pure coincidence and luck that her visit crossed over with the festival. Y/N was heading to Okinawa tomorrow with some colleagues to assess the operations there so she didn’t think she’d have time to go. As if he’d read her thoughts, S.Coups had asked if she’d like to go to the snow festival. Her anticipation for the evening was sky high though she tried to remind herself to consider it just a normal outing between friends. 

S.Coups was cloaked in mystery and his winter accessories, the mask, scarf and beanie hiding most of his features. He was dressed mostly in black, similar to the last time Y/N saw him. He was the picture of calm, hands casually resting in the pockets of the baggy padded jacket he wore and humming an unheard melody. He looked up at the sound of Y/N’s boots. A smile quickly covered his face though Y/N could only tell by the squinting of his eyes since the rest of his face was covered. Soon, Y/N stood in front of him, only a step away from fully invading his personal space. He looked so warm and comfortable that Y/N wanted to wrap her arms around his waist tightly. She instead gave him a quick bow with her head in greeting. He responded in kind before suggesting they head out. 

They stayed close yet far enough as they walked to the car, so that it wouldn’t take much for them to separate and pretend they were strangers. Y/N noticed the deliberate act and it reminded her yet again how different their worlds were. Yes, she was getting traction and much quicker than anyone had anticipated, but she never had to consider any of this. She maintained her privacy and her presence in the media was little. Maybe that would change in the future, but for now, no one cared too much about Y/N the person and what she was getting up to in her personal life.

It would have been quicker to take public transport but with Seungcheol (as he’d asked to be called) being who he was, it was prudent they avoided being out in public together if possible. The driver and the guard remained respectful of their privacy and listened to the radio on low volume as the pair in the passenger seats spoke. She broke the silence first, asking about his vacation and how he’d ended up in Sapporo. He explained that it was a reward for working hard during rehab and a much needed break before he picked up the pace once the holidays were over. The conversation flowed easily once the metaphorical ice broke. He told Y/N about this spontaneous trip with some friends to Sapporo for the holidays, how he’d wanted to enjoy the downtime before rehab intensified and he began to prepare to return to the public eye from his hiatus. He asked about the progress of her trip, being attentive and listening patiently as she lost herself in recounting stories from the past week. He asked questions that showed he was interested and it made Y/N feel shy. She was used to being listened to and respected in the office, but it was different getting it from Seungcheol. Y/N knew it spoke volumes how she sometimes allowed herself to be treated in her personal life, specifically her parents. She didn’t feel the need to hide away and turn the attention away from herself as was her norm. It was all because she felt his genuine interest. Y/N was really starting to admire Seuncheol the man as much as she admired S.Coups the artist. 

Odari Park was busy and they huddled close as they admired each sculpture. There were so many ice sculptures and it was fascinating that people could so precisely recreate anything from a castle to your favourite anime character in ice. Seunghceol enjoyed being able to move around so freely in a crowd. He enjoyed it even more with Y/N. She looked at everything with awe and was excitable in her as she took in each piece of art. He found it so endearing and couldn’t help but to smile at her cute mannerisms. She would get caught up in her excitement and forget to maintain the calm persona she’d planned to present that evening. Y/N found herself forgetting that she was just getting to know Seungcheol as it was too comfortable to spend her time walking around with him sharing their thoughts on what they observed. Whenever she would get too excited and get close to him to say something, he would smile at her softly and when she would get shy upon realising, he would tap her hands, like he did back in December, to get her attention and reassure her it’s okay by carrying on whatever conversation they were having. 

Though they took breaks, it was difficult to find a place where they can properly rest. Y/N became worried about the cold and Seungcheol walking around for too long that it starts to hurt him. Anticipating that he would say he was fine, Y/N instead asked Seungcheol if he was hungry as she was ready to eat. With that, they found themselves in an Udon restaurant not that long after. The pair sipped on a tea to warm up their bodies as they waited for their food to arrive. They compared pictures they took of the sculptures and of each other. They both debated on who had the best ones, sending each other pictures the other didn’t have. Seungcheol had also taken pictures on a camera, and he said he would upload those on Weverse but the ones he took on his phone was just for the two of them.

As they finished looking through their memories of the evening, Seungcheol lamented that they forgot to take a picture together. The guard, who’d kept them company from a distance for the evening, offered to take one. Seungcheol immediately moved to sit beside Y/N for a photo. He took his mask off and with no inhibitions, flashed a gummy smile at her before turning to the camera. Y/N immediately melted, not that she was upset or irritated, but with that one smile, he could get her to do anything. Once the picture was taken, he didn’t return to his seat. He remained beside her and this new arrangement meant that he’d lean in close and turn his head whenever Seungcheol had something to say to her or vice versa. Each time, Y/N thought her heart skipped a beat. Choi Seungcheol was not good for her health. 

He reluctantly returned to his original position when their food was served. The next hour flew by without either of them being aware. She made him laugh and he made her blush. They talked about Joshua. And the band. He told her about their antics but also the love they held for each other. In response, she shared her admiration of his role in the group, how he guarded and guided the members. Then, it was his turn to blush. He tried to brush off the compliments but she would repeat them till he accepted them. He thanked her and would smile sheepishly and look away from her sincere eyes. Seungcheol also returned the compliments, saying he’s been listening religiously to not just her album but all the short covers she’s been posting on YouTube again. There was a lot the two shared in common in terms of their careers as musicians but also in the concerns they had for their future. Y/N felt lighter as she talked about her worries and she hoped she’d equally helped taken some weight off his shoulders. 

It was still a week day and Y/N was travelling to Okinawa the next morning so they had no choice but to wind up their evening once they’d ravished their meal. Seungcheol asked about about her plans as he walked her back to the hotel lifts from the parked car. She confirmed that she'd be back in Seoul on Sunday. Y/N hesitated once they came to a stop in front of the metal box that would carry her to her room. Neither pressed the button, knowing it would bring a bittersweet goodbye. The cough behind Seungcheol from his guard was a gentle reminder to get a move on when they remained loitering. 

“Thank you for this evening and for the meal. You really should have let me pay.”

He scoffed at that.

“It was a really lovely evening. I’m happy I can call you a …” She hesitates on the word. “... a friend.”

He responds saying Y/N is easy to speak to and he’s sure she’d be a great friend. Like a balloon, she felt the air in her drop as her shoulders drooped.

“Maybe I didn’t make things clear and that’s really my fault.” She wanted the ground below her to swallow her up.

“I think you’re a great person and obviously a really good friend to Shua.” Y/N wished she could magically vanish.

“I’d really like to get to know you more … not as a friend but with the purpose of dating.” Pin drop silence. Y/N was sure she’d misheard. 

Seuncheol looked slightly nervous as he continued. 

“I’d like to take you out again when you’re back in Seoul.” Not getting a response, he rushed to say, “Think about it. I don’t need an answer now.” 

The flutters were back. She couldn’t meet his eyes but Y/N bashfully nodded in agreement. 

“Well. Uhm. I’ll get going. Good night and safe travels tomorrow.” Another meek nod. 

“Y/N-yah?” The honourifics had been dropped. He waits for her to look at him. His eyes were so hopeful but his twisting hands showed the apprehension. “Will you text me when you land on the 11th?”

She nods more obviously this time and that repeats the confirmation verbally. There was a spring in his step as he walked back to the car. Y/N dropped on her bed and squealed into her pillows as soon as she arrived in her room. Forget packing, she needed to unpack her evening with her friends first. It called for a group call between Eun Ji, Rachel and Y/N. The deconstruction of the evening went on for a couple of hours, part way through which, Y/N got up from the bed to multi-task, packing her suitcase and getting ready for bed. At the end of the call, Rachel had asked if she knew what her response was. The smile that blossomed onto Y/N’s face was enough of an answer.

Y/N and Seungcheol text over the next few days, sending each other updates mainly through pictures of the places they were spending their day at and of their meals. When Sunday evening arrived, as if he’d been tracking her movements, Seungcheol calls to make sure she made it back safely just as she walked through the doors of her flat. The pair end up talking on the phone till late, bringing each other up to speed on what the pictures didn’t say. Hearing the sleep in Y/N’s voice, Seungcheol knew the call had to end soon so he nervously asked her, just before they wished each other sweet dreams, if she had an answer for him. Y/N says that she’s planning the next date. 

From then, the frequency of their interactions per day increases. Alongside the pictures, they now text regularly through the day, each notification was a source of dopamine and they lulled each other to sleep most days. Depending on the time of the day, the messages moved between a spectrum of cute and flirtatious to teasing and flirtatious.  Seungcheol was more direct in his messages and Y/N was more honest and verbal about her feelings. They’re both busy, Y/N particularly so they struggle to agree a time for their next outing. It only made the flames burn brighter as they longed to meet in person again soon so they can pick up where they left things.

It was the day before Valentine’s Day or CARAT Day as it was for Y/N and Seungcheol. Y/N had a bad day at work and Seungcheol senses this through the delayed response and lack of pictures, particularly of her meals. Y/N was moping, wrapped in her blankets in bed, tossing and turning and huffing in frustration. She’d dealt with difficult stakeholders before; it was part and parcel of her job in the corporate world. However, it was her first time dealing with it so overtly and directly, where the person didn’t even bother to hide why they were being so rude and resistant to Y/N’s attempts to mediate. For a minute, she’d forgotten that in South Korea, the culture meant that her social status was different. It wasn’t to say that she didn’t experience racism or harassment growing up in London. She definitely did. The difference was that it was subtle. The racism was instutionalised and exhibited through unconscious biases and remarks that were then excused as ignorant due to not knowing better. This was different and it really hurt. Y/N was agitated and wanted to shout, scream, break a plate (maybe on that person’s head) but instead continued to mope. The sound of her phone broke her out of her thoughts.  

Seeing that it was Seungcheol calling, she answered, knowing she owed him that after sending him short responses all day. 

“XXXX by the Han River in 30 minutes okay? Go go go!” That’s all he said before he ended the call. 

An hour later, Y/N found herself almost jogging on the spot to keep warm as she waited for her bungeoppang to be made whilst Seungcheol joked with the stall vendor. He’d claimed this is the best bungeoppang in Seoul and that Y/N had to taste it or she was missing out in life. He’d been joking around since they’d met up and to Y/N it was obvious that all of this was a generous attempt to cheer her up. The piping hot snack was collected and the pair continued their walk along the riverside. They weren’t alone. There were still many people out and about despite the late hour and it seemed Han River was a popular dating spot. As a big group passed the pair, Seunghceol grasped her hand to move her closer to him. He went to let go of her hand but then intertwined their fingers into a stronger grip. His strong hold was thrilling and it gave Y/N a comfort she didn’t know she needed. It was as if something was different and the day had turned in itself to be a happy one. 

“Here, it’s cooled down a bit.” Seungcheol handed over the fish-shaped snack. She thanked him and took it, their fingers brushing off each others. She let out a happy hum as she took a bite. 

“It’s so good, Seungcheol!”

“Let me know whenever you’re craving it, I’ll buy you some.”

Y/N grinned at him and nodded. She swung their hands as they caught up on their day. He listened to her complaints with sympathy and was angry on her behalf. She was grateful that he listened and that he didn’t offer advice immediately but asked what she needed. Y/N knew that she was falling for him and deeply too. Seungcheol was very quickly becoming her favourite person. He was shaking her world and taking it to a new direction she’d never planned for. She was no longer resistant to it and instead welcomed it with her arms wide open. If this is who she gained, then she’ll cross her fingers and hope that he’ll always come to her. Everything else can be dealt with. As Seungcheol embraced Y/N to comfort her, Y/N made up her mind. She tightened her arms around his middle and buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in the scent that hypnotised her. 

“Cheol?” She spoke into his neck. He shivered as her breath brushed his skin. 

He murmured to say he’s listening.

“Can I kiss you?”

His arms relaxed for a second before he gripped her hips again.

“On one condition.” Y/N slightly pulled back to look at his face in confusion.

“Only if today’s officially our first day as a couple. I don’t kiss just anyone, you know?”

She huffed at his teasing and tried to push him away. He chuckled at her sulking and pulled her closer again till they were tightly aligned. He dipped his head down and paused a hair’s breadth from their lips touching. It was as if he was looking for some sort of answer. He caressed her face with his eyes before giving a nod, satisfied what he found. His eyelashes brushed against her cheek as he closed the final distance. Their lips brushed softly. Once then twice. His hands moved for one to hold her neck and the other her right cheek. He leaned in even closer, tilting his face to the left slightly as each kiss lasted slightly longer than the one before. His kisses were sweet, almost chaste and left her wishing for more. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair and grip him closer but his beanie and her gloved hands stopped her. 

They were still outside in public and it must have dawned on Seungcheol as he pulled away after a few minutes. He looked down at her, his smile was radiant and Y/N wished she could look at it everyday. They stayed wrapped up around each other as they waited for their breathing to regulate. Y/N reluctantly unlocked the arms around him as he did the same. They stepped away from each other till they were a respectful distance. He laughed at her bashful smile and she pouted as she looped her arm through his so they can walk back to the main road. Y/N took a taxi back to her flat whilst Seungcheol was picked up his guard. Y/N thought 13 February 2024 was the best day of her twenties.

They talked everyday and made sure to see each other at least twice a week. Sometimes they would go for a late night walk like they did on their first date. Other time, he would spoil her and take her out. Most of the time, their dates were mellow, which suited both of their needs. Seungcheol became a regular visitor to Y/N’s flat. She would cook their dinner and he would clean up. Then, they would end up cuddling on the sofa, watching the TV or playing games. The weeks flew by with both of them occupied by their work and personal lives. 

Y/N was packing again to fly back to London for a few days. This time, he was there in person instead of texting her to ask about her preparations. Everytime Y/N would put something in her suitcase, Seungcheol would take it out. He whined about her leaving him and that he won’t even get to speak to her properly because of the time difference and distance. Each time he complained, she would drop reassure his with a pat or a kiss and promise that the time would flyby. It was just a couple of days, she would say. It did flyby and Y/N was back in Seoul on the 6 March, after making a pit stop in Paris for the Stella McCartney show at Paris Fashion Week. Seungcheol was waiting inside her flat when she arrived and hugged her tightly as soon as she crossed the threshold. 

He had organised a dinner with the 95 liners to celebrate her wins at the BRIT Awards. He promised that the devil twins would tire her out and it would help her get back on the correct timezone quickly. She immediately made a note to tell Joshua and Jeonghan what Seungcheol had called the duo so they would bully him and not her that night. A quiet gathering ended up boisterous and she wasn’t even surprised considering whom she was meeting up with. They all drank to their hearts’ content and some more than that. Some of the boys who were back in the dorms heard and crashed the gathering and it gave Y/N a chance to get to know them better. Cheol had dropped her off back at her flat and gone back to his shared place with his brother. He had a busy morning so she wasn’t expecting to hear from him till the evening. She’d planned to sleep in the next morning but her dream was interrupted by a call she received from one Director Shim Jae Hyun. He introduced himself as the main manager for SEVENTEEN. 

“I understand you’re currently dating S.Coups. I would like to meet with you to go through some details. Please meet me at HYBE offices at 2pm today.”

Current - 31 August 2025

It had been over a week since the Dispatch article had caused a media frenzy and Sian had released the statement on her behalf. Y/N had just finished filming for Good Morning America and wrapped up all of the last minute NYC promotions that had been scheduled as damage control over the last few days. She had a flight back to London that evening and would be back in the studio the next day as she still had tracks to finalise for her album. Sian had asked her to announce the release date during her interviews so she was committed to meeting the tight deadline. Before all of that though, she had a Zoom meeting to attend with Director Shim Jae Hyun, a few other executives from PLEDIS and HYBE as well as Sian, Emma and W Music's Chief Legal Officer, Martin Williams. Y/N connected to the call and was shocked to see who else was part of the call. She hadn’t expected him to join but she was surprised to see Joshua on the call. 

“Y/N, you’ve been avoiding me.”

Guess she was in trouble.

[lucy90712]

Hihi its me again could you do gavi x f1 driver where the reader is one the youngest f1 drivers

A/n: thank you for this request I enjoyed writing it as I like formula 1 too 

wc: 2.0k+

Racing as been a passion of mine since I was little it first started when I went to watch my brother train on a motorbike as thats what he enjoyed. While there I saw people on go karts and instantly wanted to try so my parents got me one and from that day on I have been racing. I worked my way through the ranks in go karts before getting into single seater cars and then to the formula one paddock when I got a seat in f3. Everything happened so quickly but after winning in my rookie season in both f3 and f2 I have finally made it to the top flight of racing formula 1 which is a dream come true. 

Of course there has been criticism of me and the team for giving me a seat but overall so far it’s been a great experience. The first few races were really difficult as the car is very different to anything I've ever driven before but slowly overtime I have been improving and getting more confident in the car. A lot of the places we have been racing in I haven't been too familiar with but once we started racing in Europe I got a bit better and now we are going to a track that I have spent my life at the circuit de Barcelona Catalunya I am hoping for a really good result. Not only do I want a good result just to show that I'm improving but I also want to do well because my boyfriend is coming to watch me race for the first time. He is a footballer with Barcelona so is always busy during race weekends which means he has never been to one of my races in a proper championship but finally he has a weekend free which just happened to fall on the week we are in Barcelona. 

For weeks I've been looking forward to Pablo coming to watch me race so now that the weekend is finally here I'm just so ready to get in the car. Sadly Pablo couldn't come for Friday practice so we have already done two practice sessions although they went really well and I have been fast in both sessions. Today he is coming with me though which has had me so excited that I barely got any sleep but I did managed to fall asleep eventually after telling myself that time would go by faster if I slept. Eventually my alarm went off and I got ready in record time which meant I had to wait for Pablo to arrive at the hotel all drivers were made to stay at so that we could go to the paddock together. 

Eventually there was a knock on my hotel room door so I ran to open it and before he could come into the room I had my arms wrapped around Pablo because we haven't seen each other in a while as I've been so busy with racing. Luckily he arrived a few minutes before we needed to leave so we got some time to greet each other and talk a bit as we probably won't get much time together once at the track. I told him everything he would need to know before we left like what time every session was and where everything was even though I'll give him a quick tour when we arrive. He seemed really excited but I could tell that there was something he wasn't telling me so I tried to get it out of him. 

"What's going through your mind?" I asked 

"Nothing I'm just looking forward to watching you out there" he said 

"I know there is something you aren't telling me Pablo just tell me whats wrong and I can help" I said 

"I'm just a bit nervous I've seen what it can be like going into the paddock and I know I deal with it before games but for some reason this just makes me more nervous" he admitted 

"Thats ok you can be nervous I still get nervous going to your games but I will be there the whole time and we can always walk to the garage quickly" I said 

"Thank you love" he said 

After that we had to leave so we got in the car that would be taking us to the track even though its only a short distance away we are made to go by car. As the car entered the track there was a lot of fans waiting and filming as we went past which I've got used to but I know Pablo hasn't experienced it before so I made sure to grab his hand to let him know I was there. Once the car was parked Pablo let go of my hand and ran around to the other side of the car to open my door for me which made me laugh because he always has to open my door no matter what. Before we walked in I made sure we took a minute in the car park just to make sure he was ready and secretly I had to calm myself down as I was nervous about what would happen when I walked in with Pablo. 

As we got to the entrance to the paddock there was people waiting like always so I went and took pictures and signed things but I always made sure to keep Pablo by my side if I couldn't be holding his hand. I love to talk to fans but today I wanted to make sure I didn't spend too long out there so I only signed a few things before heading into the actual paddock. Even once inside there was people taking pictures and trying to ask me questions but I just kept walking until we made it inside the team hospitality and my driver room. I expected Pablo look a bit overwhelmed but he had the biggest smile on his face before he launched into telling me how much he loved seeing people excited to see me and how they completely ignored him like he was no one and only cared about me. It was so heartwarming seeing him get so excited about watching me interact with fans because he always feels so bad whenever we go anywhere together and people want to talk to him but ignore me so for the opposite to happen isn't normal. 

The next few hours were incredibly busy with practice and then preparing for qualifying but it was all completely worth it as I managed to get p2 which is the best I've done in qualifying all season. Afterwards I was dragged off to do interviews but as soon as I was done I ran back to the garage to find Pablo who was waiting for me just outside. Without really thinking I jumped straight into his arms and we celebrated together. I think he was more excited than I was but that just made it all so much better because I wanted to show him what I could do and I feel like so far I've done that. 

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After yesterdays qualifying I have been on a high for most of the day but as the clock has been ticking down to the start of the race the nerves have been creeping in. I always get somewhat nervous before a race but today I'm even more nervous because I'm starting from p2 and so there is a higher expectation of a good result. Having Pablo here is also making me more nervous because I want to do well for him which is silly as I know he will be happy no matter how I do but I still keep putting the extra pressure on myself. We have already had our team meeting this morning and they are confident that we can fight for the win as long as we get the strategy right but sometimes they do get it wrong so that has me worrying too. 

With the race being in under an hour I already have my race suit on and am just sitting in my driver room trying to keep calm. Pablo left to go and do something so I've been sat on my own for a while which hasn't been helping. Just as I was getting myself really worked up the door opened and Pablo came back in holding something behind his back. Instantly it perked my interest as he had a smirk on his face as well which can be scary when it comes to Pablo depending on his mood. Luckily he didn't make me wait too long as pretty quickly he whipped out a hat with my number on it and put it on with a big smile on his face waiting to see my reaction. I loved it but I couldn't make myself smile too much as I was still worried about the race. 

"What's wrong do you not like the hat?" He asked 

"No I love it I'm just really nervous for the race" I said

"There's no need to be nervous you have been doing so well all weekend you will do amazing" he reassured me 

"But there is so much that could go wrong the team say we need the right strategy to win and you've seen what the strategy can be like sometimes I might be fine but what about everything else" I pointed out 

"Don't worry about it all you can do is drive to the best of your ability if you don’t get a good result it just wasn't meant to be and you will do it next time and before you say it I don't care how you do I just want to see you out there" he said before giving me a kiss 

"Thank you Pablo you always know what to say" I said 

Before I knew it I had to get in the car and then I was lined up on the grid with the lights about to go off. For some reason seeing the lights settled my mind and I got in the zone like I do for every other race. Once the lights were out I just went for it and had the best start of my life ending up in first before even getting to turn 1. The rest of the race was much the same I was racing really well and putting down really good times each lap which kept a healthy distance to the car behind. By some miracle the strategy worked out and we had two really good pit stops which gave me the best chance of winning. When the last lap came around I was in first with enough of a gap behind that I didn't have to worry about losing position so I just got to take it all in and really enjoy my first win. 

After crossing the line I was instantly screaming down the radio and thanking the team before pulling down pit lane and stopping the car. Everyone was waiting for me to get out the car so I got out as quick as I could and jumped into the crowd to celebrate with them all. When the team put me down I took my helmet off and went straight to Pablo who was stood off to the side. He brought me into his arms and hugged me so tightly my feet came off the ground. When we pulled away he gave me a few kisses before telling me how proud he was and how well I drove which was nice to hear as sometimes I doubt myself. Once I let go of him I headed to the podium and the whole time I was just looking down at Pablo smiling as he filmed the whole thing like a proud mum. 

I had a lot of media to do but eventually I was done and met back up with Pablo to head back to his place to spend the night together as I don't have to be in the hotel anymore. When we arrived I went and flopped straight on the sofa where Pablo joined me and wouldn’t stop telling me how much he enjoyed the race until we both went to sleep a few hours later. 

[gamerbunny1996]

Jock Jschlatt x reader

I don't write often so I'm sorry if this isn't good

Part two out now

Chapter one:

Y/N sat on the bleachers by the baseball field. She sat drawing in her sketchbook just watching the team practice for Friday's big game. Y/N would always take a peek at the guy in the #7 jersey. A light blush would always come over her. Soon a group of 4 girls walk by chatting away. They sat a little ways away on the bottom two seats. Just by the looks of it you can tell they are the popular cheerleaders. Y/N took a glance at them and right back at her sketchbook. Y/N tends to be shy and doesn't like talking with people.

Focusing on the drawing she was working on. The four girls noticed the shy girl in the back. One of the girls lifted her eyebrow in question. They noticed Y/N would take small glances at the baseball team. The girls huddle close to each other whispering to one another about the girl in question.

“She better not be crushing on my boyfriend” one of the girls said.

“So true Lindsey” one answers back.

“Let's see what's her deal being over here watching” the girl named Lindsey said.

The four girls then turned back to see Y/N staring at the team. Lindsey got pissed, afraid that Y/N was admiring her boyfriend. Standing up she walked up the bleachers to Y/N. Y/N noticed Lindsey walking up and hiding her face in her book.

“Hey, What's your deal?” Lindsey shouted at the poor girl.

“Umm… just watching the baseball players” Y/N replied back.

“Why? So you can fantasize over our boyfriends” Lindsey pointed to her group.

“Nooo… I swear I'm not” Y/N then whispers “I don't even know who your boyfriends are”

Lindsey put her hands on her hips “well Mines number 27, Chelseys boy is number 49, Becky's is Number 4 and Kimmys is number 92” Y/N looked back at the team shaking her head.

“What do you like one of them”

“... No not really” Lindsey rolled her eyes

“I noticed you staring at them blushing so you like one of the boys”

Y/N dropped her head embarrassed.

“Come on tell I won't say anything I just need to know it's none of our boyfriends”

Looking up Y/N very quietly spoke out almost not audible “Number 7”

Lindsey's eye lite up

“No way you like Schlatt, the star player on the team.

Y/N started to burn bright red. Not liking the attention on her and who she liked.

“Well your secret is safe with us” Lindsey then walks back to her friends.

Right before practice was over y/n walked away. Starting to head home for the night. Slowly walking down the sidewalk she walks all the way home. Opening the door to her home she noticed her mom cooking dinner.

“How was school sweetie” her mother asked

“It was alright I guess” y/n places her bag down and sat on the bar stools at the counter.

“So you English teacher called me saying your get an F in class”

“Yeah but you know I have a hard time in that class I do get anything she teaches”

“Well you Teacher told me she is going to find a way to help you get your grades up so you can graduate next year.” Her mother then placed a bowl of spaghetti in front of her.

“Okay” is all y/n said

“Well just please try to get that grade up that's all I ask” her mother then walked around the counter to give y/n a side up.

“I love you I'm heading to bed”

“Love you too” y/n replied then went back to eating her dinner.

Time skip

The next morning y/n walked out the door and headed for school. She was so nervous because her first period of the day was English class and the fact she called her mom scared her more. Y/n started to fidget with her fingers not ready for the day. She walked into the school and went straight to class to get it over with.

As she waited for class to start she started to doodle in her notebook. The bell rang and the whole class went quiet.

“Alright first off y/n and Johnathan meet me after class. And second, today starts your last assignment for the year” mis. Carlton said.

Y/n started to over think what she wanted with her and why her crush had to be there too. The clock felt like it was ticking so slow like this class was never going to end.

The bell rang loud. Y/n packed her things up and waited for everyone to leave. Once the last kid left she stood and walked to the teachers desk. Schlatt standing right behind her with his hands in his pockets.

“She miss y/n hers is failing this class so I need Johnathan to help her with this assignment so she can pass. If not I'll fail both of you and neither of you will get to graduate next year.”

Schlatt slammed his hand on the desk.

“Wait what? This is so unfair it not my fault she is stupid and doesn't understand language arts”

“Sorry but I need someone to help her and your the best student in the class and I didn't want to bailing on her so you would have to be punished too”

Schlatt just huffed and whatever and told y/n to meet in the library during lunch. Walking out just let y/n standing there. Her mind was running wild; she didn't know how to react to this. Picking up her backpack she headed to her next period not ready for lunch.

Once lunch came she waited patiently for schlatt to show up. Once he walked in he noticed her sitting at a table just drawing in her sketchbook. Sitting his bag down he pulled out his laptop. Y/n just stared at him not knowing what to do she was so scared to talk to him. “Are you going to pull your laptop out or not?” She looked shocked. “Ummm I don't own a laptop I can't afford one” he just rolled his eyes “of course you don't” y/n bowed her head in shame. “Here log into her account so we can start writing” he passed his laptop over for her to use. She put her pointer finger out slowly pushing the buttons on the keyboard typing her info in.

Schlatt was irritated with how slow she is but trying not to burst and yell at her. He watched her type away and noticed her spelling was so bad. “So like not to be rude or anything but why do you spell so bad” y/n looked at schlatt “um the school had me tested I guess I have dyslexia” he just nodded his head and y/n went back to writing.

Nothing was making sense, it was all just so bad it wasn't even about the topic they had to write about. Finally Schlatt had enough. “Okay let's see here so like you're not even writing anything to do with the topic we have to do” y/n looked at him with big innocent eyes. He exhaled deeply. “I'm sorry I don't really understand what we have to do”

“Then why didn't you asked me”

“I umm… never ask for help”

Schlatt rubbed his face out of frustration.

“Let's start over okay”

Right when he said that the bell rang out

“You're coming to my practice and working on this while I'm practicing,” he said, packing everything up. Y/n just nodded packing her stuff up as well.

At the end of the day y/n went to the baseball field. Schlatt walked up to her with his laptop. Opening it up her turned it on for her and got her set up. Handing it off. “Please write something about what the assignment is actually about and I'll proofread what you got when I get home.” y/n nodded and looked at the screen still with no clue on what to write. Schlatt walked away to the field. Soon the girls from yesterday walked up.

“You out here watching you man again” Lindsey giggled. Y/n shook her head no “he's making me work on my homework I don't like” y/n spoke back. “Alright then if you need help let me know” Lindsey walked to her usual spot with her friends. As the time passes y/n just got more frustrated on the assignment. All she wrote was

Chicken nuggies are the best

She knew Schlatt was going to be made but she didn't care anymore she thought this whole thing was stupid. Soon she saw Schlatt start to pack his stuff up. Y/n hurried to shut the laptop down so he wouldn't see that she didn't write anything. Walking up to her “follow is all” he said. Grabbing her bag she ran up to him following close behind. He walked to the guys locker room. Y/n outside the door holding his laptop up to her chest.

Schlatt turned to look at her “come on no will notice” y/n turned pink to the face putting her head down. Following him closely made sure she didn't see anything she didn't want. “Alright here's my backpack but the laptop in and wait patiently”

Putting the laptop away she kept her head down sitting on the bench with her back pressed against the cold lockers. “I should really start to head home before it gets to dark” y/n spoke. “I'm taking you home” y/n shot her head up looking at schlatt. “Ummm why”

“Because I see you walk home everyday so I'll just take you home so you don't have to walk.”

“Thank you” y/n whisper out turning very shy.

Schlatt picked up his two backpacks and started to walk out. Y/n followed him to his car. Getting in he drove her to the address she gave him.

They sat in silence for a while just the music playing lightly in the back. Parking out side an apartment complex schlatt turned to y/n. “Give me you number so I can text you about the assignment”

Y/n pulled a piece of paper out writing her number down. “Here” she handed to him. She got out of the car waving bye to schlatt. Schlatt waited for her to go inside then drove away.

Once Schlatt got home he walked up to his mom. “I need your credit card”

“Why?” His mother looked at him weird

He took a deep breath “there's a girl at school needing a laptop”

“Um no your not just buying stuff for a girl you like to impress her”

“Mom that's not it she doesn't have a lot of money and really needs one”

She caved in “alright but you have to help pay it back by doing chores”

Schlatt nodded fast running out the door to go by y/n a laptop of her own.

He rushed home after getting it. Setting it all up so she can use it right away. Once everything was done and his homework finished he went on his own laptop to see what y/n worked on. His eyes lit up with anger. “You gotta be kidding me y/n” he picked up his phone and typed y/n number in fast texting her.

“Really you didn't work on anything” is all he sent.

Y/n looked at her phone seeing a text from a new number. Looking at it she realized it must be schlatt. Opening the message she read it. Her heart stopped for a second “I'm dead tomorrow” she whispered out.