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The Number One Rule. Chapter 15.

Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3100+

A/N: Ladies and gentleman. This is in one of my top 3 chapters I’ve written in this series. The next one being my number 1;) I hope you enjoy and I would love any and all feedback you are willing to share!! xoxoxo

Chapter Fifteen:

Eventually when Bucky had snapped out of his thoughts, Y/N had long fallen asleep on him. He smiled down at her with a sad smile. One filled with remorse for everything she had gone through, but pride in how she handled it and didn’t let it destroy her. At least not to the extent that a lot of people get into.

She had years to do that, whereas Bucky was fresh on the subject. It would take him time to move on from that for her. He couldn’t help but feel hate for himself knowing exactly what party she was talking about.

It was one of the few he and Steve didn’t attend. They had planned on it, but Dot wanted a quiet night in, and Steve just didn’t feel like it or something. It had been a while since that party, so he didn’t remember intricate details. 7 years to be exact. And the only reason he could guess which one it was, was because of how she acted after it. A whole month of depression and guilt she sat with and it showed. For the last 7 years Y/N had carried that with her. The only person she trusted to tell to this day was Beck. Now he was the other.

He gathered her up in his arms, and she drowsily threw her own over his shoulders and hung on in a sleepy daze as he brought her up the stairs. He laid her in her bed, turned on her fan, and tucked her in.

But as he stood to go back downstairs, her hand clasped around his.

“Where y’ going?” she asked. The wine was playing a big part in the sleepiness and he could tell by her weak squeeze to his hand.

“I’m just going to clean up downstairs. I’ll be back up in a second, sweetheart,” she nodded before giving him another squeeze to his hand and pulling the bed covers up to her cheeks. He smiled at her cute self and bent down kissing her forehead. He moved the strands of hair they fell over her eyes and studied her for a second.

Eventually, he pulled away and went to do what he said. Popcorn kernels trashed and bowls cleaned. Leftover wine in the fridge and beer bottles recycled. He folded the blankets on the couch and set the pillows back in their original arrangement. Lastly, he went and checked to make sure all the doors were locked for the night. He had spent the night there enough to do a lock up without issues.

Coming back upstairs, he changed into his own pajamas and snuck into the other side of the bed. Careful not to wake her, he gently and ever so softly, pulled her back to him. In her sleep, she turned to where they were face to face. Curling into his chest in comfort, trying to get as close as she could.

He couldn’t hold in the chuckle that rumbled through his chest as she nuzzled under his chin. He ran his hand up and down her back and noticed her body relaxing with each stroke. He was glad he had that effect on her. It was the least he could offer after not being there for her in those hard times.

Now when he held her, he wasn’t just protecting her, but also trying to shield her from any more pain. He had been doing that his whole life for the family that the Roger’s had become to him. But now was different. This was a different kind of defense. This wasn’t just family protection. This was protection for someone you love.

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The next morning, Y/N was the first to wake. She found herself practically embedded in Bucky’s arms. He had wrapped his giant self around her waist pulling her in close to his body.

They had cuddled before, and even had a few sleepovers when Steve wasn’t in town, or if Becca wasn’t going to be home for the night and lent them her space. But it was only enough to count on one hand. That, plus, it never escalated to anything other than cuddling and maybe a makeout session here and there.

Bucky had been gentle and patient in that area. Even if they hadn’t had that talk yet at that point, he didn’t push. Something she wasn’t used to in most of the guys she had dated. Pietro probably being the only other one that was understanding of it.

Even if they had been dating a little over a month, she was glad they were taking it slow. Even if they had known each other their whole lifes.

She somehow was able to turn in his arms and see a soft smile on his lips. He wasn’t awake, so he must have been dreaming of something nice. She took a second just breathing him in and trying to wrap her head around how all this came to be.

Sure she had crushes on him growing up. I mean who doesn’t form a crush for your older brother's hot best friend. Though if she was being honest, she had always thought deep down that it was never a card that would be played in this game of life.

Little did they know, it would just take time and growth. Then the fates would do with them what they will. Most card games were just a game of chance. You never know what’s going to come around the corner...

Eventually, she pulled herself away ever so gently and quietly to escape downstairs and make breakfast. She was still in her sleep shorts, but at some point took off her sweatshirt in the night from almost overheating. That plus the surprisingly excessive amount of body heat Bucky gave off made it hard to sleep with it on.

She found a new one laying over her chair in the corner and threw it on before grabbing a hair tie and brushing her bed head up into a bun.

Tiptoeing to the door, she slowly closed it leaving it open just a crack.

Just as she took a step on the stairs, she heard the front door unlock and open. Freezing in her spot she waited a second. The only person who had a key besides their mom and her was…

“Hey, sis,” Steve said coming around the corner seeing her at the top of the stairs.

“S-Steve,” she said in almost a whisper. Panic. Fear. Dread hit her at full force.“What, um, what are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday and mom’s out of town, and I knew you were home alone. I thought I’d come over and we can go get breakfast or something,” he said with a sweet innocent smile.

Running down the stairs a little quicker, she met him at the bottom.

“Um, why didn’t you call? I would have gotten ready. I just woke up,” her voice was filled with anxiety and Steve noticed.

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You ok? You seem off?”

“Um, no. I’m fine. I just got a text from work that one of the projects they had me on needs to be done sooner than I expected.” How she came up with that lie on the spot like that? She had no idea, but she ran with it. “Yeah, not the best thing to wake up too. Making me a little nervous.”

“Oh, well do you want to go get breakfast and we can talk about it? I’ve barely heard about anything with your new job. We need to catch up, Mini,” he said, poking her stomach and making her let out a loud laugh, having always been super ticklish.

Just seconds after that, having heard voices and a loud almost shout, Bucky swug open the door and peered down the stairway where they were both at the bottom.

Two seconds.

Two seconds was all it took for Steve to put two and two together in his head. Bucky acting weird lately. Sneaking off randomly and never telling Steve anything, which wasn’t like him in their friendship. Hell, he had even noticed Bucky’s lingering looks, but always put in the back of his mind thinking nothing of it.

But now. Oh, he was thinking about something now.

Bucky was frozen at the top of the stairs, eyes locked with Steve. To make matters worse, he only had pajama pants on and no shirt.

Even from the distance of the stairwell, Bucky could see the storm brewing in the blue eyes of his best friend.

“Steve,” Y/N started placing a hand on his arm.

The blonde immediately ripped away from her as he turned to fully face Bucky. The alpha male, big brother, pissed off best friend was in a stance ready to fight.

“Why the FUCK did you just come out of my sister’s room half fucking naked?” Steve growled.

“Steve, you don’t know the full story,” Y/N said softly, but she could sense the tension and for once in her life, she was slightly scared to enter the fight.

“The fuck I don’t know the full story,” Steve said finally whipping his head back to Y/N. His blue eyes were carrying a category 5 hurricane in those ocean blues. But they didn’t stay on her long as he turned back to Bucky.

“Listen,” Bucky said, coming down slowly.

“I don’t know if I want to,” he responded through his teeth. “Take one more step down here, and you’re going to need some serious dental work and a nose job.”

Bucky froze about 4-5 steps away from the siblings. Finally, he looked at Y/N, worry in his eyes, but they were also apologetic.

Y/N immediately moved around Steve and stood between the two. Closer to Steve to try and hold him back if she needed to.

“Now wait a damn minute,” she spoke up looking straight at her older brother even if he was sending a death glare past her shoulder. “You need to calm down before we talk-”

“No. You need to go to your room. Bucky and I need to talk,” he said in an authoritative voice.

“Excuse me?” she retorted back. Her gentleness in the situation was fading and being replaced with aggravation. “Go to my room? Am I a 13 year old girl?” she said stepping in his eyeline so he was looking at her.

“This isn’t a fucking joke, Y/N!” He shouted. “Go to your room!”

“No,” she replied, folding her arms across her chest.

The two had this kind staring contest all the time growing up. Anytime there was a fight, they almost never relented with their stubborn asses. Their mom or dad had to send them to their rooms themselves and kept them there. The time ranging from 20 minutes to 5 hours before they calmed down.

They were two of the most headstrong ornery people to live in this world. And it didn’t help that they were now pitted against each other. This kind of fight looked as if it could be ranging more into weeks or months.

Knowing and experiencing situations like this with them before, Bucky spoke up again.

“Y/N, you should listen to him. We need to talk,” he said sedately.

“I leave and he’s going to beat your ass,” Y/N said, still staring at her brother.

“I think he’s going to beat my ass either way,” Bucky mumbled. “Really Y/N. Just give us a second.”

“I’m a part of this equation too,” she said. Her tone easing just enough to be noticed.

“Yes, you are. But right now, Steve and I need to talk first,” he said trying his best to defuse the fire against the heated situation happening in the entryway of their house.

There were a few more seconds of silence as they glared at the other.

“Fine, but I’m coming back down in 10 minutes,” she bartered.

No one responded as she started to go up the stairs backwards. The staredown did not cease until she was even with Bucky on the steps.

“If he does anything stupid, I’m going to beat his ass,” she said looking at Bucky.

“I’m sure you will,” he said with a small smile that was forced for reassurance.

She placed a hand on his shoulder. A silent good luck as they studied the other in a quick second.

Turning back to look at Steve, she saw he was still in a rigid stance. The tension in his shoulders doing nothing but grow with every passing second. She would’ve sent him one more warning glare if he was looking, but his eyes were trained on Bucky with a look that could kill.

Eventually she went into her room and shut her door, leaving it open just a crack. They deserved their privacy no matter how bad she wanted to step in. Deep down she knew, as best friends, they needed to talk on their own.

Bucky looked back down and saw a bull looking at him like he was a red cape.

“Outside. Now,” Steve commanded before stomping off to the back and letting the screen door slam harshly.

Letting out a long sigh and running a hand down his face, he finally went down the stairs. He grabbed a shirt from the bag he had left down there and headed to the backyard. Steve already in the grass pacing.

“Steve,” Bucky said softly as he walked down the porch steps barefoot.

Instantly, a fist collided with his face. He stumbled trying his best to not fall from the impact. When he looked up, grasping his jaw, he sent a glare to Steve.

“I’m not saying I don’t deserve that, but-”

“Oh, you deserve a lot more than that, but I need you to explain what the HELL I just walked into and you can’t do that with no teeth,” Steve glowered.

Looking at him while straightening his posture he wiggled his jaw some feeling just a tad bit of blood on his lip. Damn him for teaching Steve how to make a proper swing like that.

“You gonna punch me again before I talk, or can I fucking explain myself now?” No response, only a stare was given. “Ok, so I’ve been hiding something from you.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“You think?”

“Listen, I’m almost as taken aback as you. One day, she’s like a little sister running around with my actual sister, and the next she's a mature grown adult who knows what she wants, exudes confidence, and is intelligent beyond measure.” He paused before adding. “Not that we didn’t know that.”

“I know what my sister is. What I want to know is why you’re sleeping with her?” Steve said, taking a step closer.

Bucky just straightened up more as if expecting another hit. But then he processed Steve’s sentence.

“Sleeping with her?” he questioned almost in shock. Steve not breaking his gaze. “I’m not fucking sleeping with her, asshole! I’m dating her.”

The smallest amount of tension released from Steve’s body and his face wasn’t frowning as much.

“You’re dating?”

“Yes. Dating.”

“So you guys haven’t-”

“No. I’m a little upset that you think that low of me,” Bucky scoffed. “You think I would really just start booty calling my best friend's sister? If I wanted a friend with benefits, I can easily find a girl at a bar,” he said, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. “You’re sister isn’t a girl from a bar, Steve.”

Steve was silent processing it. He still wasn’t happy, but at least it wasn’t as bad as had thought.

“Listen, Y/N’s been in my life just as long as she has been in yours. We’ve grown up together, created childhood memories together, picked on each other, and protected each other. She would be the last person on this earth I would want to degrade to a one night stand. She deserves so much more than that.”

“Exactly,” Steve said.

Bucky paused taking note of Steve’s tone. “Exactly? Why do you say it like that?”

“I mean she deserves a lot,” he said, confirming Buck’s thought.

“I see. So I don’t make the cut?” Bucky said, now getting frustrated. The silence was enough of an answer to his question. “Wow. 26 years of being best friends and you think that little of me?”

“She’s my sister,” Steve answered. A slight tone of apology behind his words, but he kept the stoic face.

“Yes, Steve she is! And 2+2= 4! We know this!” he said waving his arms and scoffing as he turned in his spot before turning back. Hands on his hips before one came up and ran a hand through his slight beard.

“You know what? Screw this. I’m not going to sit here and be that guy that says, ‘Yeah, you’re right. She doesn’t deserve me. I’m not good enough for her.’ You know why, Steve? Because I know that. And it’s because I know that, that I’m going to strive with every muscle in my body and every might of my being to make sure I can be that for her one day. To make sure I can give her everything and more that she deserves. To make sure she never has to see a sad day again. To make sure she only experiences joy if I have any say. To make absolutely sure that no one ever hurts her. Why? Because I love her!”

Out of breath, Bucky chest heaving up and down showed how hard his lungs were working to get air back in them.

Steve’s posture had almost gone back to normal. The anger no longer there. Whatever emotion he was feeling, Bucky couldn’t tell.

“How long?” Steve asked.

“What?” Bucky asked, confused.

“How long have you loved her?” he repeated, looking down at the ground.

Bucky paused. He couldn’t actually answer that. There was no specific time frame. Truth was he had loved her for a while.

“Honestly, longer than I know... It’s just taken me this long to figure out that’s what this feeling was.”

Steve nodded his head as he put his hands in his pockets and continued to stare at the dirt by his feet.

“Ok.”

Taken aback, Bucky's eyes widened.

“Ok?”

“Yeah. Ok,” Steve repeated before he started walking to the back fence that led to the driveway.

“Wait. You’re just going to leave it at 'Ok,’ and walk away?” Bucky rushed over to stop him.

Steve slowly turned from staring at the ground and then back at him.

“You know, I thought that we were close enough that you could come to me with this kind of thing. That you wouldn’t feel like you had to hide it from me. Y/N and you both,” he said with pursed lips. “Guess I was wrong.”

With that he turned back and walked to his car. Bucky watched as he started the engine, pulled out, and disappeared.

What the hell kind of mess just happened?

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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If you’re up for more of a series could you possibly write the part of Remus recovering at home after leaving the game (the one with the stick to the face) and Sirius having to take care of him and all that?

Yes, I can! I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the continuation of something I wrote so long ago <3 Side note: I would give my left foot to be part of the Lions groupchat. Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bruises and blood

Sirius was worried. Even though Remus claimed he felt fine, he was just fine, everything was fine, a small seed of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. He had dozed off in the car on the way home—Sirius’ heart had stuttered for a moment before the swelling-enhanced snores started. His phone lit up every few seconds, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the road for even a millisecond, just in case.

Remus woke when the car stopped and immediately winced. “What’s wrong?” Sirius asked, taking the hand that rested on his thigh.

“Just hurts.” Remus kissed his knuckles as best he could. His skin felt strange, and the edge of the tape was an unfamiliar sensation next to the softness of his lips. Sirius collected their gear from the trunk, then helped him up the front steps; just as he went to unlock the door, he felt Remus’ hand tighten on his forearm. “I hate not being able to see well.”

Sirius kissed his temple. “That’s what you’ve got me for.”

Hattie stopped in her tracks as soon as the door opened, and Remus frowned. “Hatters? Where are you, sweet girl?”

“She’s here.” Sirius whistled for her and crouched, setting their bags aside while Remus sat crosslegged on the floor and held his arms out. Hattie’s tail wagged low, almost as if she was afraid; she glanced up at Sirius, who tilted his head back toward Remus. “Go on, mon chou, he’s not going to break.”

“C’mere,” Remus said softly, shifting in her direction. “C’mere, babycakes. I need some cuddles right now—there we go. Okay, Hat Trick, okay.”

Sirius carefully closed the door as Hattie climbed into Remus’ lap and let him hug her, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Good girl,” Sirius said softly. A quiet sniffle led to a flinch. “Re? What’s wrong?”

“I fucking love our dog.” His voice sounded even more clogged than before.

“Are you alright?”

“It really hurts.” A shuddering breath made Hattie nuzzled closer. “Hey, good girl. I love you.”

Sirius sat down next to them and wrapped his arm around Remus’ shoulder, tracing a pattern with his thumb. “Deep breaths. You can take more Tylenol in a few hours. Let’s go get some ice, yeah?”

“Can I stay here with her?”

“Of course.” Sirius kissed the top of his head and gave Hattie a gentle pet before walking into the kitchen and grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer, as well as a towel to wrap it. The last thing Remus needed was a freezer-burned bruise. They were in the same position when he came back, though Remus raised his head from her thick fur when he heard him coming. “I’m going to put it on your face, okay?”

“Okay.” Remus sighed when the ice pressed against his eye and one hand came up to cradle Sirius’, running carefully down to his wrist. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. I was thinking about making some soup if you want to hang here for a bit.”

Remus nodded silently, though his lower lip wobbled in the one spot it wasn’t puffy. Sirius carefully transferred the ice pack to his hand and ran his thumbs over Remus’ cheekbones—usually they were sharp enough to cut glass, but now they were purple and overheated under his touch. He kissed each one before going back to the kitchen.

After grabbing some soup from the freezer and turning the stove on, he finally took his phone out. You Have: 20 New Messages

Message From: J ;)

Did you get home safe?

Call me when u can

Lil is worried ☹

Tell Re we send big hugs

Message From: Tremz <3

Lmk when you get home

Leo is making soup for u

Bringing it over demain matin and won’t let us have any :(((

Message From: Bliz

Nat sends her love for Re

Remember ice packs and NO IBUPROFEN DUMBASS

Ily

Message From: Dumo

Sa mère est inquiète

Send text when home safe, love you

Message From: Walkie Talkie :P

U okay? Sending lots of love

Lmk if you need soup or smth <3

Message From: Hope <3

Thank you for the call honey <3

Tell Remus not to look at his phone and keep us updated please

Love you so much <3

Message From: Baby Rookie

I’m bringing y’all soup and that’s a threat

NO IBUPROFEN OR I’LL TP UR HOUSE

Big hugs for Re <333

Sirius laughed under his breath.

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

Home safe. Re is fine, getting lots of cuddles from Hattie. Thanks for the messages.

He sent a few more texts to the individual people and, after a quick conversation with Hope, stirred the soup until it began to bubble. Remus entered the kitchen a few seconds after he took two bowls out of the cupboard. “Smells good.”

“It does. Are the lights bugging you?”

“Nah. At least I can see.”

Sirius poured out two portions and set one in front of Remus, handing him a spoon as well. “Careful, it’s hot.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Can’t cook it cold.”

Sirius’ phone began to ping several times in rapid succession and he turned the ringer off quickly, checking the screen to make sure there wasn’t an emergency. “Leo’s bringing us soup in the morning.”

“Neat. Is everyone else okay?” Remus blew the steam off his spoon.

“The guys are all worried about you.” Sirius glanced back up, only to see Remus staring down at his soup bowl, frozen in place. “Re? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Is this my mom’s?” he asked in a small voice.

Sirius wracked his brain. “…I think so? It was in the freezer. Is that okay?”

He nodded silently and a tear dripped down his cheek. “ ‘s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He reached across the counter and pressed Remus’ hand between his own, wiping his cheek dry.

“God, I miss them. You called her, right? To let her know I’m fine?”

“I did. She told me to give you something.”

Remus’ eyebrows drew together and he looked up. “What?”

Sirius scooted around the table and wrapped his arms around Remus, pulling him in for a tight hug and pressing his face into his curls. “This.”

“Thank you.” Remus went a little boneless against him. “I needed that.”

“I bet. Do you want me to give them another call so you can talk to her?”

Remus squinted at the clock. “It’s pretty late.”

“They’re still awake.”

“Could we?” Remus dug around in his pocket and handed it to Sirius, who dialed Hope’s number and put it on speakerphone.

The call connected on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, mom.”

“Are you okay, love?” Hope sounded like she was on the verge of tears already. “You sound a little funny.”

“A little banged up, but I’m alright.” Remus gripped Sirius’ hand tightly. “We heated up the soup you left us.”

“Oh, I’m so glad. Have you taken any Tylenol? Ibuprofen is bad for bruises, but I don’t know how much pain you’re in.” Her voice hitched at the end of the sentence.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Remus said gently. “It’s okay, I promise I’m fine. It looked worse than it was.”

Looks pretty bad to me. “Hestia took really good care of him,” Sirius said instead. “We got home safe and we’re icing up now.”

“What’s the healing look like? Sirius said you didn’t have a concussion.”

Thank you, Remus mouthed before turning back to the phone. “About two weeks, mostly for the little scrapes.”

The ‘little scrapes’ were held together by strips of medical tape, but once again, Sirius kept his thoughts to himself. “The blood was just a regular old nosebleed and a cut on the lip.”

Hope paused and they heard a new voice in the background. “Alright. Is it okay if Jules and your father say goodnight?”

“Yeah, totally.” Remus sniffled and Sirius silently handed him a tissue.

The line crackled for a moment. “Re?”

“Hey, buddy!” All trace of pain and exhaustion disappeared from his voice. “How’s it going?”

“Are you still bleeding?”

“Nope, my nose is a-okay. I’ve got a pretty cool black eye, though. Kinda look like a pirate.”

“The announcers were saying you were really hurt.” Jules’ voice wavered and Sirius’ heart broke a bit.

“Well, they were wrong.” Remus leaned closer to the phone, as if he could reach right through it. “In two weeks I’ll be good as new. I was really lucky.”

“Okay,” Jules still sounded unsure. “Mom says I have to go to bed.”

“Yeah, it’s late, buddy. Sleep well. I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

There was a rustling noise. “Remus?”

“Hey, dad.” The exhaustion returned and Sirius rubbed his back gently, letting him lean on his shoulder.

After a moment of hesitation, Lyall sighed. “Alright, they’re in the other room. What actually happened?”

“High stick from the Ravens caught me in the face. No concussion, just bruises and swelling.”

“Do I want to ask Sirius to send me a picture?”

Remus winced. “Probably not.”

He sighed again. “I’m sorry we can’t come out and see you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dad,” Remus said softly. “Really, I’m okay. It sucks, it hurts, I’ll ice it and be fine.”

“Sirius, are you there?”

“I’m here.”

“If he starts pulling some ‘go back to practice early’ bullshit—”

“Dad—”

“—don’t let him. If you have to lock him in the bathroom, I promise to cover for you.”

“Yes, sir,” Sirius laughed.

Lyall chuckled on the other end as Remus groaned. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. If Sirius locks me in a bathroom, I’m citing you in the court case.”

“There won’t be enough witnesses if he does it right. Sleep well, kiddo. Thanks for calling.”

“Love you,” Remus said again as the call ended. He blew out a long breath and leaned his forehead on Sirius’ chest. “Thank you for that.”

“Ne rien, mon loup. You should eat and then take a shower.”

“Are you saying I smell?” Remus teased.

“Yes, I am. I also think you’ll feel better if you do.”

They ate in silence; both were hungry, so it wasn’t long before Remus walked carefully up the stairs. Sirius checked the groupchat as he poured himself a third bowl of soup. You Have: 7 New Messages.

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

DETAILS CAP

That is the blandest fucking response I’ve ever read

I’m guessing y’all are alive then???

Y’all

Haha y’all

Ok gator boy

Give Hattie lots of kisses from us and also GIVE US DETAILS

Message To: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

What do you want to know??? We got home, ate soup, called parents, and now Re is showering

You’re so fucking nosy jfc

Also cut Rookie some slack it’s hard being so far from his swamp

Message From: STANLEY CUP CHAMPS FUCK YES

From the bottom of my heart, go fuck yourself.

He doesn’t have to he has Remus

Pots I’m going to remove your kneecaps

Sirius paused just before responding. Despite the quiet of the house, he couldn’t hear the shower running. “Re?”

“Up here.”

“Did you take a shower already?”

“Not yet.”

The bathroom door was ajar and the light was on when he entered their bedroom; Remus stood at the sink, staring into the mirror as he felt along the edges of the butterfly tape at his lip. “Did something happen?”

“It’s worse than I thought.” Sirius stepped inside and joined him, staring at their reflections. The stripes that marked the stick’s edges had turned almost indigo since they left the rink; no less than six pieces of tape decorated the places between mottled bruises. Remus reached up to touch his cheekbone and Sirius guided his hand back down.

“Poking it won’t help.”

“Two weeks, huh?”

“That’s what Hestia told me.”

“Will you help me get the tape off?”

Sirius patted the edge of the counter and Remus pushed himself up on it, leaning forward for easy access. The first one was easy—a small cut just below his brow. It slid away without an issue and Sirius pressed a gentle kiss to the spot, then moved on to the next one. They fell into a rhythm—one side, second side, slow pull, and a kiss, until only two were left.

Remus hissed in pain as he lifted the edge of the tape across the bridge of his nose and Sirius shushed him softly, moving to the other side. “Two more, sweetheart.”

“Just rip it off.”

Sirius gave him a look. “Absolutely not.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you won’t, because that would be a stupid idea.”

Remus huffed, but didn’t protest. His jaw ticked as Sirius pulled the last bit off. “Can we leave the lip one?”

“Not unless you want an infection.”

“You’d be a good PT.”

“I would be the worst PT.” Sirius worked the inner edge free. “I know, like, ten stretches and basic first aid. My bedside manner sucks, too, and I’d pass the fuck out if someone asked me to set a bone for them.”

“Good points all around,” Remus laughed.

The motion pulled the last of the tape off and Sirius held it up with a grin. “All done. Hey, your swelling is down. I can see your eyes now.”

The slight gleam of amber brightened as Remus smiled. “I thought I could see a little better.”

“Do you want company?”

Remus thought for a moment, prodding the cut on his lip with his tongue. “As much as I’d love to invite you in, I think I need a second to myself.”

“Cool.” Sirius kissed his cheek and stepped out of the bathroom. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in bed.”

He made a pit stop downstairs to gather Hattie and bring Remus’ ice pack up, and by the time he finally slid between the sheets it was nearly midnight. Remus came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking happier but still incredibly worn out. He took another Tylenol and snuggled up against Sirius’ side with a quiet hum, laying the ice pack over his face once again.

“Sleep tight, Re.”

“Love you.”

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a-dorin · 4 years ago

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"it's not a big deal"

pairing: professor!maul x fem!reader

word count: 2.022k

warnings: alcohol use, drinking, swearing, flirting, sexual harassment, slight age gap (no romance yet), sexual tension, mentions of student/professor relationship, 18+

a/n: i do not own the gif below! this takes place between ardor and tempestuous, which are chapters one and two. also i hope y'all enjoy how hot maul is in this like i did ;)

“how many times do i have to tell you this? professor kenobi is banging that hot political science professor. that blonde one.”

“nice word choice hardcase,” a platinum blonde snorts, bringing a cup to his lips, “i think you mean professor kenobi might be having sexual relations with professor satine.”

“isn’t she the pacifist or something?” another voice chirps, “a few of my friends have taken her classes. they’ve all said the same thing about her.”

“and that is?” the blonde arches a brow, his voice raised to a shout over the music.

“do we really have to talk about professors and class right now? shouldn’t we be celebrating our survival of the first week of classes?”

“and so she speaks!” hardcase bursts into a fit of laughter, taking another swig of his bottle, “sorry, you just hadn’t spoken in a while. i thought you went out to the dance floor or something.”

swiveling your head, your eyes dart over to the corner of the car, nose wrinkling in disgust at the sight of the mass of students, bodies pressed together, sweat plastering their bodies and clothes. why were some of them wearing jeans in august? surely they were overheated, the air muggy and thick. summer in coruscant was awful, even if the sun was well set.

the scent of alcohol and sweat hung in the air, almost clouding over your booth. shaking your head, your gaze falls on hardcase, his eyes glinting with the promise of more teasing, “i would rather not be included in the student body orgy.”

“everyone must be took drunk to care that they’re getting showered in sweat,” rex mutters, “tup, do you know what time coach buir said we had practice?”

“i think he mentioned something about weights at five,” a new voice remarks, flicking a water drop at hardcase, “that means if we leave now, we’ll all be getting about four and a half hours of sleep.”

“here we go,” hardcase lets out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes, “typical wolffe. always gotta ruin the fun.”

“i’m just trying to look out for your dumbass because i know you’re going to bitch about it tomorrow morning. i’d rather not run laps in the morning either for any tardiness. you know how much coach hates when we’re late,” wolffe growls, before taking a glance at his phone, “i don’t know about you guys, but i’m going to be responsible and head out now.”

beside you, rex mumbles a strand of curses under his breath, leaning his head against your shoulder, “sorry but i should probably head out too. the last thing i want is wolffe bitching and shit tomorrow. you know how he is, bein’ captain and all.”

closing your eyes, you exhale, gritting your teeth, “so you’re just going to leave me here?”

“i’ll leave my ringer on if you need me,” lips graze your temple, “hey, maybe you’ll run into that hot professor of yours. he can pick up a couple drinks for ya on his tab. i got the ones from earlier on mine. don’t worry about paying me back either.”

sliding out of the booth, you allow rex to make his way past you, “is this your ‘i’m sorry for leaving you behind on a packed night’?”

“perhaps,” the blonde shoots you a wink, patting his pocket, “again, if you need me, please don’t hesitate to call. i can come get you or pay for your uber. love you.’

“love you,” shifting your head upwards, you place a gentle kiss on rex’s cheek, “make it back safe. drink some water and take some tylenol. don’t want you feeling hungover in the morning.”

“i’m more worried about the ass-beating that’ll ensue when hardcase doesn’t show up on time,” a warm chuckle fills your ear, “see ya, bestie. make it home safe.”

“i will,” you take rex’s hand, squeezing it gently, “bye.”

“bye,” rex takes a step forward, waving a hasty goodbye before catching up with the rest of the boys, loud laughter rumbling amongst the group as they make their way towards the exit.

swallowing thickly, you slide back into the booth, fingers gripping the half-empty cup. of course they all had to leave, abandoning you on one of the busiest nights of the year. students of all ages, undergrad to grad, linger in groups, chatter filling the space as the song ended, leaving a pause before the next one started.

“you look lonely,” a voice, smooth and brassy, sounds to your right.

next to your table, stood a nautolan, drinks in hand. squeezing your cup, you blink, registering he was speaking to you, “oh -- um, uh, hi.”

“mind if i join you?”

“not at all,” you shake your head, “feel free to take a seat.”

“i’ve never seen you here before,” he states, flashing you a dazzling grin, “i’m nigel, a junior in bio. how about you?”

“oh,” you pause, biting your lower lip, “i’m just in health sciences. i’m a junior too.”

“a gorgeous girl like you doesn’t have a name?” carefully, nigel slides a cup towards you, “i talked to one bartender but another brought me my drink. somehow i ended up with two.”

cautiously, you accepted the drink, but didn’t take a sip, “thank you, but i’ve had my fair share tonight.”

which, you weren’t wrong. as you sat in the booth, you couldn’t help but feel this tingly feeling, as it rippled from your head to your toes. it was almost as if you weighed nothing, as if you were bouncy and light. a blissful sensation, really.

yet, there was this other feeling in your stomach, gnawing at you, threatening to consume you whole. the leather on the seat clung to your thighs, the temperature of the air elevating a few degrees as nigel’s eyes narrow into slits, his lips falling.

“come on, you don’t want a free drink?”

“like i said,” you clear your throat, “i’ve had my fair share tonight. i don’t want to feel it in the morning, ya know?”

“hm,” nigel hums, a hand darting across the table, finding yours, “could i interest you in something else, maybe? something like you come home with me instead, and i can offer you something other than drinks? we could have some fun, and then i could eat you for brea--”

“hey love,” suddenly, a hand falls on your shoulder, “i asked for what you wanted but they were out for the night.”

glancing upwards, your heart skips a beat at the person beside you.

warm amber eyes lock with yours, nearly glowing in the dim light, “i didn’t frighten you, did i?”

“hey,” nigel’s voice cuts in, “we’re having a conversation here, bud.”

his attention shifts, eyes hardening at the sight of the nautolan, “i was not aware that they hadn’t taken the trash out for the evening.”

“m-maul--” you begin, but you’re swiftly interrupted by his lips connecting with yours.

the kiss was brief, only a mere peck. yet, you couldn’t help but melt. his lips were soft, and gods were they so tantalizing as he pulls away, glowering over to nigel.

if only a moment could have lasted just a second longer.

“i believe you should have left the moment she expressed her disinterest in you. she can hold her own but gods you must be a fly or something. some sort of pest. leave her alone.”

nigel did not utter another word, exiting the booth promptly while you remained seated, cheeks burning hot, a fiery feeling in your chest. maul cleared his throat, lingering at your side.

“do you need someone to walk you home?”

“do you always kiss your students?”

there’s a brief exhale, the zabrak’s fingers finding your chin. he was more dressed than the last time you saw him, a light cotton tee clinging to his torso, the color complementing his tattoos. a pair of heather grey shorts hung on his hips, the cotton leaving nothing to the imagination. it helped him blend in, giving him a facade that he was just like you. a student stopping by the bar for some fun.

tilting your head upwards, you meet his gaze once more, finding it increasingly more difficult to maintain your composure as he leans in, chain nearly dangling in your face.

“i only kiss the ones who have my utmost attention.”

“how did you manage to slip in without people noticing? you’re pretty popular on campus, you know.”

“kallus lets me slip in through the back,” in the corner of your eye, there’s this shiny object.

quickly, you realize it’s a six-pack of bottles. beer bottles.

maul continues, his voice gravelly as his fingers remain on your chin, “this is the only bar in town who carries this kind of beer i like. now, is that a satisfactory explanation?”

“it’s good enough,” you’re surprised that he could hear the words your voice was so low, “you should leave.”

“not without getting you an uber first,” maul sets the six-pack on the table, pulling his phone out, “what’s your address?”

“i can make it home just fine,” you scoff, “just go already before we draw in any more unwanted attention.”

“i know you can make it home just fine,” you tense at the firm tone in his voice, “i just need to know you’ll get there safe. it’ll bring me some peace of mind. also, why are you here by yourself?”

“rex had to leave,” you mutter, fidgeting with your own phone, “just go, all right? it’s not a big deal.”

“all right,” the zabrak gives in, huffing, “i’ll see you in class on monday.”

“what if nigel recognizes you and reports you?” bringing a hand to your mouth, you feel horrible for even asking the question.

but, it needed to be said.

after all, your psychology professor conducted some very unprofessional behavior. not only in front of one student, but an entire bar full of them, no less.

“don’t worry about it,” maul places a tender hand on your shoulder, “if i do, it was worth it. i’m sure that prick was too intoxicated to even establish who i was. don’t worry about it too much, okay? i don’t want you losing sleep over your professor.”

“i lose sleep over your class anyways,” taking your cup, you finish off your drink from earlier, recoiling at the lukewarm taste.

grabbing his six-pack maul shoves his phone in his pocket, clearing his throat.

“be prepared to lose some more, love. you won’t sleep much when it comes to me. see you in class.”

“s-see you in class.”

as the zabrak slips into the crowd, weaving between all sorts of species and humans, the ambiance seems to crumble away, leaving you in the booth, mind reeling, wondering what the hell just happened.

maul, the professor from your psychology class, the one you saw at the gym, nearly half-naked, clobbering away at a punching bag, also happened to run into you at the bar, stepping in to prevent any more harassment from a very drunk nautolan. he kissed you. his lips were on yours, leaving you dazed and entranced, somehow craving more.

fingers brush your lips, and for a moment you forget that they’re your own, ghosting over the plush skin where his mouth once touched.

gods, this was only fuel to the fire, this attraction that left you yearning more and more.

yearning for him.

this wasn’t a big deal, was it? surely he would’ve done this for any other student? surely he wasn’t giving you some sort of special treatment. this was just some sort of fucked up incident. a fever dream, of sorts. gods, it sure fucking felt like one.

surely this wasn’t going to make things awkward in class. after all, you were going to see him bright and early within a matter of days. maybe he’d forget about it. maybe it was nothing.

this wasn’t a big deal. he said it wasn’t.

you were sure of one thing, though.

monday morning was going to be an interesting one, that was without a doubt.

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purrincess-chat · 4 years ago

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH16

Things are heating up at the party! Slight sexual harrassment TW toward the end of the chapter. Very slight, but better safe than sorry.

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Chapter 16: Trade Mistakes

“Marinette?” Adrien’s eyebrows raised.

“Sorry!” Her cheeks burned hot, and she jumped to her feet.

“No worries. I actually kind of miss you bumping into me.” Adrien chuckled good-naturedly. “So, what are you doing here?”

He grabbed a small sliver of bread topped with salmon and caviar from a passing tray and popped it into his mouth. Marinette took one too, following his lead by shoving the whole thing into her mouth. She regretted it instantly, attempting to play off her choking with questionable success.

“Uh, I was kind of dragged here by a…classmate,” she croaked.

“Me too.” Adrien gestured over his shoulder to where Chloe sat amidst several admirers. “My father would never let me come to one of these in a million years, so Chloe kind of kidnapped me.”

“That makes sense.”

“I let her. I hate being cooped up, and I’ve always wanted to do stuff like this.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, do you wanna dance?”

“Sure!”

Adrien took her hand and led the way to the living room. His gaze remained locked on her as they bounced in time to the music with a throng of other wealthy teens. The heat from several bodies in one room combined with Adrien’s gorgeous face did not help Marinette’s rapidly overheating brain. She glanced around hoping to alleviate her dizziness and spotted Gabrielle dancing intimately with another guy who most definitely was not Thomas. Her eyebrows furrowed, but she followed Gabrielle’s instructions and didn’t question it. It wasn’t her business anyway.

While bystanders chatted about vacations to private islands and the cost of their name brand shoes, Marinette couldn’t help but feel a little out of place. It made her more grateful that Adrien was there. He was rich too, but he never talked like that. He was always so humble and perfect—just one more thing she loved about him.

“It’s getting a little stuffy in here, wanna go get some air?” Adrien murmured in her ear.

“Uh, sure!” She tried not to feel self-conscious when he took her sweaty hand and toted her to the quiet upstairs balcony overlooking the garden.

A cool breeze brushed her cheeks, and she leaned against the stone railing with a relieved sigh. Adrien stood beside her, close enough that their arms brushed when he shifted his weight. If Marinette spent any more time alone with him, she was going to get spoiled. Dozens of other girls at the party would kill to spend five minutes with Adrien. She would know—she used to be one of them. Now she had all of his attention for herself, and she didn’t know what to do with it. Her head was still spinning.

“I’m really glad you’re here, Marinette.” Adrien leaned into her, resting his head against hers.

“Y-Yeah. Me too,” she stammered, expending all of her focus on not fainting.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked.

She blinked, worrying that she hadn’t masked her euphoria well enough. “I- yeah, I’m totally fine.”

“I’ve been worried about you ever since you told me Lila ambushed you,” he said.

Oh. Right.

“Uhh, yeah, she did,” Marinette said lamely.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, those green eyes frantically searching hers.

“It’s…complicated,” Marinette said.

“Maybe you can tell me on a walk?” He gestured to the stone staircase leading into the garden below.

“Okay, but you have to keep it a secret.”

Adrien listened to her story as they walked arm-in-arm. His eyes never strayed from her, though somehow he never tripped or ran into a potted plant once. He even managed to steer her out of the way of a few. How was he so graceful?

“And then Gabrielle showed up at my house and dragged me here.” Marinette shrugged. They slowed to a stop under a small flowering tree. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Well, one thing’s for sure. I’ll never be on Lila’s side, so don’t ever worry about that.” Adrien trailed his fingers down her arm until they twined with hers. “I’m never going anywhere, Marinette. I’ll always be here for you. I promise.”

Adrien had always been sweet to her, but ever since she moved schools, he’d been extra affectionate. When she needed to talk, he listened. When she seemed sad, he held her close. He was the one piece of her old life she still had, and they’d tied themselves together with invisible string. Lila could take a lot of things from her, but Adrien would always be hers.

Her heart skipped a beat as his warm gaze bore into hers. She’d seen that look once before—it had lived in her dreams ever since. He leaned down, and her pulse quickened, eyes hooding as his nose brushed hers. His breath swirled against her lips, warm and sweet, and he lingered there for a tantalizing moment, letting her imagination run wild.

This time she was sure she was going to faint, but just before their lips met, the ground gurgled. Sprinklers sprang to life, spitting water in every direction. Marinette shoved away from Adrien with a yelp, and he scrambled to take her hand again. They dashed back to the house, attempting to dodge the streams.

“You okay?” Adrien flicked water from his wrist when they were safely under the overhang.

“Yeah.” Marinette wiped at her clothes, but it was no use. She was drenched. “Even though my family bakes a lot of cakes, I’m not made of sugar.”

“Good,” Adrien chuckled. “Come on, let’s go in and dry off.”

“Okay.” She followed behind him, trying to decipher the meaning behind their almost-kisses. Once was arguably a coincidence or a lapse in judgment, but twice—twice had to mean something, right? Oh, her dreams were going to be extra vivid that night.

♪♫♪ this is me trying ♪♫♪

“I’m doing my best not to be offended.”

Adrien spun around to find Chloe in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed over her chest. The butlers had helped him and Marinette to separate bathrooms to dry off. He’d been hoping no one would notice what happened, but Chloe always seemed to know things when it came to him. There was no place for him to hide from her.

He draped a towel around his shoulders and leaned against the sink with a sigh. “Marinette’s here, and we kind of-”

“I know,” Chloe said. “I saw you two canoodling in the garden. Good thing the sprinkler system is so easy to operate.”

“You did that?” Adrien asked, even though he knew her well enough that it wasn’t surprising.

“If the gardeners didn’t want me to mess with them, they shouldn’t have put the control panel in such an easy to reach place by the window.” Chloe looked him up and down. “But you’re getting more like me than I thought. I agreed to help you out of the kindness of my heart and broke you away from your cold-hearted father for an evening, and how do you repay me? By snogging my mortal enemy in the garden!”

“We weren’t snogging-”

“Only because I intervened!” Chloe cut him off. “I knew you and Dupain-Cheng were seeing a lot of each other, but I can’t believe you would use the independence I gave you to stab me in the back like this. That’s cold-hearted, Adrien. I am very proud, but also very angry.”

“Look, Marinette and I aren’t like that. We were just-” Adrien pursed his lips.

What exactly? Now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure. Marinette had always been just a friend to him before, but now…

“Just about to kiss?” Chloe quirked a brow. “In my experience, people don’t sneak off into the garden to kiss their friends, Adrikins. I know mommy and daddy kept you home your whole life, but are you really that dense?”

He hated to admit it, but Chloe had a point. This was the second time he and Marinette almost… What had he been thinking? Ladybug was the girl of his dreams, and someday they would—what? Be together? She wouldn’t even accept a rose from him, let alone go on a date. But he couldn’t help his feelings.

He and Ladybug were the perfect team, but he couldn’t deny that he was also drawn to Marinette. Whenever he looked at her lately, he found himself inching closer and closer. With her, he forgot about Ladybug for a while. It seemed impossible to ever forget about the most amazing girl in the world, but when it came to Marinette, he just stopped thinking. It was almost like…

Like the first time he saw Ladybug in action. He wasn’t thinking—he didn’t have to. His heart knew that she was his soulmate no matter what, and he still believed that. So why was he so drawn to Marinette now?

“Hey…” Chloe placed a hand on his shoulder. “Look, I was only teasing. If you really feel that way about…her, then I will eventually maybe get over it in twenty years. Maybe.”

“I-” Adrien shook his head. “I don’t know. Marinette is- I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Chloe said.

Adrien met her icy blue eyes, clouded with worry—a rarity for Chloe. He was probably the only person in the world to ever see such looks from her. The only person to know a softer, more subdued Chloe Bourgeois. Moments like these were the reason he forgave her when others couldn’t because he knew that deep down, Chloe cared more than she let on.

But just as quickly as it came, the concern vanished from her eyes, and she cocked a hip. “But if you end up dumping her, that’s okay with me too.” She kissed his cheek, swaying her hips as she sauntered back up the hall.

Adrien faced his reflection in the mirror and touched his lips thoughtfully. What would he have done if Chloe hadn’t turned on the sprinklers? Would he have kissed Marinette? He didn’t know.

Ladybug healed damage to the city, but Marinette healed the damage living inside others. It was her superpower. That was the reason he wanted to protect her from Lila. Marinette was always so busy healing others that she never took time to heal herself. She really was miraculous.

He shook his head to clear it. His thoughts were too jumbled to be trusted. However he felt about Ladybug or Marinette, his heart would tell him when it was ready. He just needed to listen.

♪♫♪ It’s Nice to Have a Friend ♪♫♪

When one of the roaming butlers directed Marinette to a separate washroom from Adrien, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it with a sigh. Another close call. Something in the universe was keeping them apart, and she wasn’t sure how much more her heart could take.

“You were so close this time!” Tikki flitted out of her purse and shook herself dry.

Marinette picked up the neatly folded towel from the counter and set to work on her hair. Her cheeks were still rosy red despite being doused with cold water. If her face got any hotter, she was bound to fry her brain for good.

“My heart was pounding so fast. I thought I was going to pass out,” she said. “People are already going to talk about how we came in together soaking wet. I don’t want to think about what everyone would say if I fainted on him while we were kissing. Knowing my luck I’d bite his lip, and they’d have to digitally edit the scar out of all of his photoshoots for the rest of his life.”

“But he tried to kiss you twice now! That must mean he likes you,” Tikki said.

Marinette bit back a dreamy smile. “Do you really think so? Oh, Tikki, I can see it now! He’ll fall in love with me, then we’ll get married, buy a beautiful house, have three kids, a dog, and a hamster named-”

A knock on the door cut her daydream short. Tikki ducked behind the door as Marinette peeked on the other side.

“Another towel for you, Mademoiselle.” A different butler than the one who helped her earlier bowed. How many butlers did this family have?

“Um, thank you.” Marinette accepted it with a smile before shutting the door again.

With a clearer head, she examined herself in the mirror. Wet clothes clung to her petite frame, black eyeliner smudged and not in the attractive smokey way Gabrielle had done it earlier. She’d seen racoons crawling out of dumpsters that looked more put together than she did. There was no way she could face Adrien looking like this. Dampening the towel, she rubbed away the last traces of her makeup and combed her fingers through her hair, but it was no use. She still looked like someone threw a cat into a swimming pool. She needed to find Gabrielle before she ran into Adrien again.

The hall was empty when she peeked out. Perfect, just what she needed. Adrien was probably drying off in another room, so all she needed to do was find Gabrielle and redo her makeup before he came out again.

“Where are you going?” Tikki asked as Marinette slipped into the hall.

“I need to find Gabrielle before Adrien sees me,” she whispered.

“But this house is so huge, she could be anywhere. Besides, if Adrien really loves you, then he won’t care what you look like,” Tikki said.

“That’s only true after you’re married. Help me look for Gabrielle, please?” Marinette pressed her palms together.

Tikki nodded dutifully, and they raced off in different directions. The last place she saw Gabrielle was the living room, but she couldn’t make her out in the crowd. She wasn’t in the dining room or the sitting room either. Tikki was right. Gabrielle could be anywhere in this fortress of a house, and Marinette was never going to find her in time. She and Adrien would never have their house, their three kids, or even the hamster named-

“Marinette!”

She startled, but to her relief, Lisette was the one approaching her. “Oh, Lisette. Hi!”

“Hey, I heard you and Adrien got soaked by the sprinklers.” Lisette looked her up and down. “It seems the rumors were correct.”

Great. Everyone was already talking.

“Yeah, they just turned on out of nowhere while we were on a walk outside, and now everything is ruined, and I’m just trying to find- someone to help clean me up again,” Marinette explained.

“I’m so sorry that happened. I have no idea how the sprinklers got turned on. We specifically shut them off for the party, so people could enjoy the garden,” Lisette said. “Why don’t you come upstairs? I’m sure I have something that will fit you.”

“Wait, what do you-”

“Lisy, did you find her?” A tall boy with blond hair and brown eyes similar to Lisette’s entered the room. “We’re really sorry about this.”

“You- Oh my gosh, this is your house!” Marinette realized. “I had no idea. I just came with someone, and they didn’t tell me whose party it was. I’m so sorry for crashing.”

“It’s fine.” Lisette waved it away. “You’re friends with Eliott, so you’re more than welcome here… He isn’t here by any chance, is he?”

“No, sorry. I wasn’t even really planning on being here. I came here with Ga- another friend. Different friend. Well, the friend part is questionable. It’s complicated,” Marinette said.

“Oh.” Lisette relaxed. “Well, I’m really sorry you got hosed. Come with me. I’ll loan you some fresh clothes and help you clean up.”

Lisette was her tiny, pink fairy godmother in her hour of need! One of these days she’d convince Eliott to kiss her as thanks.

The chatter from the party died down as they trekked deeper into the mansion. Lisette’s room was at the end of a long hallway, and Marinette’s jaw dropped the moment she stepped through the door. Soft pink walls surrounded them on all sides, plush carpet sinking under Marinette’s weight with each step. Small pillows and soft blankets accented the white furniture, and a pink crystal chandelier hung in the center of the room. On the far wall was a large vanity bordered by two cabinets with several drawers and quite possibly the biggest makeup collection Marinette had ever seen.

“Whoa.” Marinette blinked.

“Sorry it’s a mess. I pulled out a lot of stuff when I was getting ready for tonight.” She shifted a few lipsticks back into their cup displays.

“Your bedroom is bigger than my whole apartment,” Marinette said lamely, and Lisette giggled as she flicked on the light to her closet.

“Eliott mentioned that you weren’t used to all of this stuff. He thinks it’s cute when you stare,” she said, rummaging through the hangers. “He seems to really like you.”

“Oh, yeah, we’ve become pretty good friends,” Marinette said. “Actually, he talks about you a lot lately.”

Lisette froze. “R-Really?”

“Yeah, if I had known this was your party, I would have told him to come. I’m sure he would have loved to see you.” Marinette smirked as Lisette’s cheeks flushed pink. She blushed as easily as Marinette did around Adrien. Her feelings for Eliott were so obvious. He could deny it all he wanted, but they were totally into each other.

“I was going to invite him, but…I kinda chickened out,” she said sheepishly. “I was scared he would be busy or that he wouldn’t want to come at all.” She grabbed another pink dress from the rack and offered it to Marinette. “I think this one would look really cute on you.”

“Thanks.” Marinette retreated behind the folding screen to change, thankful for dry clothes. “I know exactly how you feel. When I first met Adrien, I could barely get two sentences out around him.”

“But you two seem so close.”

“Yeah, now,” Marinette said, “but in the beginning, I always panicked and mixed up my words. He must have thought I was crazy.”

“So, it’s pretty obvious then? That I like Eliott…”

Marinette peeked around the screen with an apologetic wince. “Only because we’re so similar.” She slipped on the dress and smoothed the skirt. “But if it makes you feel better, I think he likes you too.”

“He does?” Lisette perked up.

Marinette crossed the room to place a hand on her shoulder. “You should talk to him. Invite him to hang out sometime. I’m sure he’ll say yes.”

“Okay.” Lisette tucked a strand of blonde hair back into place shyly. She examined Marinette once more and smiled. “Come on. Let’s fix your face.”

She patted the chair in front of her vanity, and Marinette sat down obediently. “You have a huge collection. It almost feels like a store.”

“Yeah… Makeup is kind of my obsession.” She pumped some product onto a cotton pad and gently wiped away the remains of black eyeliner around Marinette’s eyes. “I really wanted to do the makeup for the Miraculous show, but they prefer to let adults with more experience handle that.”

“Is that why you were helping with props?” Marinette asked.

“Well, there were a few different jobs I could have done, but I picked that one because it was the closest to, well, you know.” She bit her lip. “I didn’t think he’d notice me, let alone remember my name, but he’s really kind to everyone backstage. He thinks everyone on the team is important, and that coupled with how amazing he performs… I was a goner.”

“It was kinda the same for me with Adrien,” Marinette said. She closed her eyes at Lisette’s direction, then continued, “The first time I met him I thought he was stuck up because he was the son of a famous fashion designer, and he was friends with Chloe Bourgeois. But when I got to know him, I saw that he’s so sweet and humble. Falling for him was easy after that.”

“You and I are a lot alike,” Lisette remarked. “Do you think Eliott and I will ever be as close as you and Adrien?”

“Definitely,” Marinette said without hesitation. “Adrien and I are close because we became good friends, and maybe soon we’ll be more than just friends… I hope anyway.” She blinked when Lisette shifted to grab a different brush. “If being friends with Eliott seems too scary right now, then maybe you and I can be friends. I can help you get closer to him, and we can root for each other.”

Lisette searched her expression, a small smile curling on her lips. “You’re really nice, Marinette. I can see why Eliott talks so highly of you.”

“You’re the nice one, Lisette. You totally saved me from looking like a drowned rat. As far as I’m concerned, you and I are friends now.” Marinette offered her a pinky, and Lisette curled her own around it.

“Now then.” Lisette picked up a large palette and a brush. “Let’s knock Adrien off his feet.”

Lisette was a wizard with makeup. Marinette’s eyes had never popped that way before, and she felt a lot better when she rejoined the party.

“There you are!” Tikki crashed into her chest at the base of the stairs. “I found Gabrielle, but then I lost you.”

“Sorry, Tikki,” Marinette said.

Her kwami looked her over. “Where did you get new clothes? And your makeup is all done too!”

“I got some help from a new friend.” Marinette nodded to Lisette who had rejoined her stagehand friends in the dining room.

“Isn’t that the girl who likes your friend Eliott?”

“Yep! Turns out this is her house. She helped me clean up, so we don’t have to bother Gabrielle anymore,” Marinette explained. “Let’s go find Adrien. I’ve never felt this cute before.”

Several people complimented her as she moved through the house again. None of them suspected that she looked like an absolute disaster only a few minutes before. It was flattering to be complimented so much, but also, kind of embarrassing. Where in the world was Adrien when she needed him?

“Hey, cutie, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Marinette froze in her tracks, a shiver creeping up her spine. Not all compliments were created equal, and something in the tone of this one set her on edge. She turned, fully intending to offer a polite thanks before scurrying away, but the boy leaning against the wall made her blood run cold.

“Thomas?” She blinked in disbelief.

Had she heard him right? There was no way… Was Thomas hitting on her? She thought back to Gabrielle dancing with another boy earlier, and her stomach churned. Something told her she was in the middle of a very complicated love triangle, and she needed to find the emergency exit. Fast.

“So, she remembers my name. I’m not surprised, it’s hard to forget a face like this.” He moved toward her, and Marinette instinctively took one step back.

“Um, well, it’s hard to forget the person who picks on my friends,” she shot back. “You and Gabrielle are quite the duo.”

“Hey, don’t be like that. All that stuff was Gabrielle’s doing. Besides, she and I are done now,” Thomas said. “Your uncle is that famous chef, right?”

Marinette shifted uncomfortably, desperately searching the room for a familiar face to rescue her, but no one stood out. She was on her own. “Um, my great uncle, yeah.”

“That’s really cool. You’re like crazy connected then?” He loomed over her, arms crossed over his chest.

“No, not really,” she said.

“Come on, you performed with Jagged Stone, and word on the street is you’re pretty tight with Adrien Agreste too. You’ve got a lot of friends in high places.” He looked her up in down in a way that made her skin crawl. “You’re a powerful girl, Marinette.”

“Uh, I don’t really think so.” She closed her fists to hide how her hands shook.

“Aww, you’re so modest. That’s cute. Why don’t you hang out with me for a little while? I know a lot of powerful people too. Maybe we can help each other.” He reached for her hand, but Marinette flinched away. “Hey, don’t be like that. I’m a nice guy.”

“I don’t-”

“She’s not interested, low-life.” Gabrielle stood in the doorway to the foyer, arms crossed, hip cocked, green eyes glaring daggers at her ex. She was Marinette’s angry, ginger hero.

Thomas rolled his eyes, seemingly unfazed by Gabrielle’s hostility. “Look who crawled in off the streets.”

“Go bore some other girl with your pathetic narcissism. Marinette’s not interested in hooking you up with important people only to get dumped as soon as she’s no longer of value to you,” Gabrielle said.

“You know a lot about things that no longer have value, don’t you?” Thomas retorted.

Their argument was drawing a crowd, and Gabrielle glanced around nervously. “Thomas, don’t-”

“Don’t what? Tell everyone here that Gabrielle Burton is broke?” Thomas shouted.

Gabrielle stiffened as every eye in the room turned to her. Her rough exterior fractured, the power in her eyes turning to panic. Her darkest day was today, and for the first time since anyone had known her, Gabrielle cowered. And then the whispers started.

“Wait, for real?”

“She’s broke?”

“Serves her right.”

“Oh my gosh, call Jean. He’s going to love this.”

“I’m putting it on Instagram.”

A triumphant smirk curled on Thomas’ lips as Gabrielle stalked from the room, and Marinette used the chaos as cover to slip away too. Ugh, as if she would ever be interested in someone like that! How could he expose Gabrielle and watch her whole world crumble with a smile? Some people really were evil. She just hoped Gabrielle was okay.

Marinette rounded a corner in pursuit, but collided with another person. “Ow! Sorry!”

“Ugh, could you be clumsier?”

Marinette blinked, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead, and the blonde in front of her did the same. “Chloe?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You knew I was here,” Chloe said. She looked Marinette up and down, nose wrinkling into a look Marinette knew all too well. Chloe never hid her disgust well. “Ew, why do you look cute? Those sprinklers should have ruined you.”

“A friend helped me clean up. Wait, what do you mean the sprinklers should have- Did you do that to me and Adrien?” Marinette fit the pieces together, annoyance flaring.

Chloe flipped her ponytail over one shoulder. “I did what I had to.” When Marinette’s eyes narrowed, Chloe cocked a hip. “Don’t look at me like that, Dupain-Cheng. Just because you left doesn’t mean I’m going to be nice to you. I’m still mad at you for refusing to help me with Lila.”

“You haven’t changed one bit. I haven’t missed you,” Marinette said.

Chloe’s cheeks flushed pink, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “Yeah, well, I don’t miss you either! I’m glad you left because I don’t have to see your stupid annoying face every day.”

A laugh bubbled in Marientte’s chest. She cupped a hand over her mouth to stifle it, but her giggles spilled out anyway.

“What’s so funny?” Chloe huffed.

“This.” Marinette gestured between them. “I forgot we used to argue like this every day, and now it’s just funny. Maybe I have missed it a little.”

“Yeah, well-” Chloe stopped abruptly, her eyes widening. “Look out!”

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FUCK.YOU.ANGEL.REYES.

CHAPTER 2

Characters: Angel Reyes x black reader

Summary: You return to Santo Padre after being gone for nearly 15 years. Your life and also others will change. Affecting everything you hold dear including your Mayan MC Family.

Warnings: Language and Angel Reyes being a sexy nasty fuck as Angel Reyes always is. And there’s soft and sweet Angel that you’ll see a bit of this time. Sex/Oral Sex Female Receiving

Its getting hotter with this one.

Pic Credit: @angels-reyes

“Mujer Fenomenal” Angel says reading the front of your t-shirt as you roll your eyes.

“Oh, hello Reyes” you say as he towers over you in such close proximity his body heat is making you nervous as suddenly his eyes are in a trance staring at your droolworthy cleavage

“Oye Chico Monstruo my eyes are up here”, you tell Angel snapping your fingers bringing him back to reality.

“Give me a hug Phenomenal Woman” as Angel snakes his long arms around your body.

“You look good enough to eat girl” whispers Angel as you gasp in his arms making you blush.

He finally releases the hug as he is still looking at you with his beautiful eyes making your body temperature rise.

“You smell even better gorgeous” he says making you feel shy and suddenly small in his presence.

“You look dashing yourself there Reyes” you say as he kissed your hand he has not let go yet while Ezekiel, Coco and Gilly have grins on their faces.

Looks like the “Lady Killer is at it again”, says Creeper while standing with Tranq and Taza. Who both shake their heads while laughing at the same time.

He takes his time twirling you around checking you out for the second time. Taking in your beautiful curves of your soft perfect body.

“Dude why you keep twirling me around?”, you ask laughing as he spins you again.

“Mmmm, so nice I had to do it twice querida”, as your soft body meets his hard one.

“15 years have been a blessing to you I see”, says Angel kissing your cheek as you inhale his cologne and leather.

“Thank you, Angel,”, you say as your friends look on giggling and teasing you.

“Hey beautiful, can we go somewhere and talk some more”, asks Angel as a huge smile spreads over your face showing your deep dimples.

Angel suddenly has a look on his face as if his brains overheats as he rubs the back of his neck looking nervous.

“Damn, this girl is so fucking gorgeous”, whispers Angel thinking to himself as he looks up to the starry night sky sighing heavily.

“Hey dreamer. You okay”, you ask lacing your fingers with his pulling him towards you.

“Come on tough guy let’s go talk somewhere”, as you two head toward the clubhouse.

You two sit at the bar and talk for what seems to be a long time. Just a simple and casual conversation as he made you laugh like you never have in a long time. He also apologizes for how he treated you in school when you two were younger. You could not help but notice the big silver rings he had on both hands. You wonder what his long thick ringed fingers would feel like mingled on the curves of your body or pushed inside your deep into your core.

‘I was a fat little fucker then” says Angel as he laces his fingers between yours kissing the back of your hand warming your insides and awaking the butterflies again in your stomach.

“I have a question for you to answer Angel and you must be honest with me okay?”

“Sure, carino what is it?”

“Did you come to your father’s last night and were you watching me sleep?”

Angel’s mind jumped to the visions he had as he watched you sleep. The scent of your body, softness of your skin and your beautiful legs. Which stumped him as you laughed at him.

Then as the conversation went on, he is standing up with your hand in his.

“Damn your tall Angel your making my neck do extra work right now” you say as you rub it.

Without hesitation he grabs you by the waist picking you up and setting you down on top of the bar with little to no effort.

“Is that better gorgeous?” asks Angel as he look you in the eye causing you to smile and roll your eyes. Angel notices a small tattoo on your wrist that reads “Colibri”. Making lazy circles and caressing your palm which was doing an assault on your stomach and lower regions. He brings your wrist close to his lips kissing your tattoo as his beard tickles your skin as goosebumps show on your skin.

“Did someone use to call you that when you were younger?”

“Yes, my father use to call me that. Because when I was fast, small and beautiful just like a Hummingbird”.

“Well your pops was a very smart man”, says Angel kissing it again.

“But he was right about one thing though”.

“What’s that Reyes?”, you ask playfully tilting you head to the side.

“You are indeed beautiful. Curious to understand why no one has put it on lock and gave you a house full of children?”

“I’m going to tell you just like what I said to Gilly and Coco earlier. I haven’t found the right man yet.”

Angel rest his hand on one of your thighs giving it a squeeze as he steps between your legs. The bartender steps away from the bar as she sees this exchange heading in the opposite direction. Your breath is held in a bit as Angel’s eyes look directly at your luscious red ruby kissable lips as he inches away from your face.

“Who knows he could be standing right in front of you”, rubbing your legs and kissing your tattoo. Suddenly you hear a noise as you turn away. But soon as you turn back to face Angel his hand grabs your neck gently as he pulls you in for a kiss. One of those type of kisses that is scorching hot. That rocks your body back and forth which causes you short circuit you brain momentarily. You wrap your arms around his solid and hard upper body as he grunts while kissing you. Running your hands up and down his long torso as you get a feel of his warm tatted arms. You two are so busy kissing that you do not realize that the front door opens and your homegirls along with the rest of Angel’s Mayan brothers sneak inside to the sound of your moaning noises filling the bar.

Suddenly a throat is cleared loudly behind you both breaking the kiss.

“Mierda” whispers Angel as everyone is whooping and hollering carrying on as you giggle looking at Angel’s not so pleased face as he needs a few minutes to calm his erection down to relax.

You point at Angel’s lips as he has your lipstick on his.

“We’re finishing this later Colibri”, says Angel as he kisses you again before he pulls out his handkerchief wiping away your lipstick as he follows Coco and Gilly to grab food for you all to eat.

Everyone is eating as Angel and you steal looks from across the way at each other as he winks at you causing you to giggle.

“We’ll have none of that young lady”, shouts Scarlett bringing you back to reality.

“Uh, so aren’t you going to touch up your lipstick”, asks Danielle.

“Yeah, bonita aren’t you going to put on some more lipstick” says Angel grabbing you by the waist as you yelp in such surprise.

You two are back at the bar and alone in the clubhouse. He has you sitting up on the bar again as he is whispering naughty things in Spanish to you. You’re giddy right at this point because of the invisible spell Angel Reyes has cast upon you. You cannot deny that he has it going on and is more dangerous than a five-alarm fire in progress. You cannot place what it is about this man in front of you. Is it his swagger, his charisma, that dirty and sexy sense of humor he has or merely his “Larger than Life” presence he has over you right now? Hell, the tattoos running up and down his arms and one on his hand makes it even worse by turning you on. You picture those tatted strong arms around you. You hate to admit it but, Angel Reyes is beginning to make you melt and fall for him which you do not know if it’s a good thing or a bad one.

“Where did you just go right then Colibri?” asks Angel as he stands between your legs kneeding your thighs with his thick ringed fingers causing you to pool between your legs again. Staring at your lips as he bit down on his own bottom lip as goosebumps appear on your overheated skin again.

“Oh, I was thinking about something. Nothing serious though.”, you say to yourself knowing damn well your mind just turned curious and dirty.

It’s like he could tell you were lying because he asks you that one question you didn’t want to answer.

“Am I making you nervous querida?” he asks as his solid body is now occupying your space causing you to put your hands on his chest to alleviate some space. You can feel his harden muscles of his chest and rock-hard abs as you attempt to push him away making him chuckle under his breath. You wonder how his body will feel on top you. Or how would his beard feel between your legs taking your very spirit as his tongue is lapping at your sweet honeypot bringing you to endless orgasms that would reach the ends of the cosmos.

“You gotta do better than that gatita” says Angel not moving an itch as you feel his rock-hard length on your thigh. You try your best to not have a reaction as your breathe hitches.

He takes a firm grip of your neck again massaging it as his soulful eyes look into yours as both of your foreheads touch. He rests his face in the curve of your neck as he inhales your body scent placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“Let me look at your feet gorgeous. I want to see them.” says Angel as he reaches down grabbing your feet. Removing your shoes, he notices your perfect pedicure and cute toes as he massages your foot with his rough hands sending tingles all over your body. He rubs his rough thumb over your Yoshi tattoo giving you a look of question.

“The dinosaur from Super Mario? Really carino?”, says Angel.

“Hey, don’t judge me Reyes”.

“You have your tats and I have mine”, you say flicking out your tongue out at him as he laughs.

“So we sticking out tongues now? Fuck around baby-girl and I’ll do something you won’t expect” gloats Angel as you roll your eyes.

“You talking shit shorty?” says Angel as out of nowhere runs his tongue at the heel of your foot up to your toes as you scream and shout. Running his tongue along your toes as he keeps his eyes on you as you become antsy. He sticks your big toe in his mouth as he rolls his tongue around it. He finally pulls it out by making a big pop leaving you speechless as you hold your breath.

“Are you ticklish anywhere else?” he says as you hop off the bar trying to make a run for it.

With two long strides to your four paces Angel catches you as he tosses you over his shoulder with a smack to your ass before settling you back down on the bar.

“You gotta run faster than that if you want to get away from me Colibri” says Angel as you grab his kutte pulling him in for a long kiss.

Now you leave him woozy and at a loss for words as your girls come in looking for you.

“Damn will you two ever come up for any air instead sucking each other’s face off?”, shouts Riz with Scarlett hot on his trail.

“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.” says Angel.

“The party is winding down now but, some of us are going for drinks. Do you two want to come along with us? Or be alone and play catch up?” says Scarlett as Riz hugs her from behind kissing her neck.

“Catch up alone” you two say simultaneously as Scarlett holds her hand out towards Riz as he sighs heavily reaching into his back pocket pulling out a $100 dollar bill slapping it into her hand.

“HA!!! Thank yoooooouu”, sings Scarlett taking the money happily from Riz.

“You can buy a round of drinks then big baller/shot caller”, says Riz playfully.

“You have to wrestle me for it”, giggles Scarlett.

“You playing with fire nina traviesa”, says Riz kissing her on the nose.

“Let me say goodbye to my girls”, you say as Angel helps you put your shoes back on.

“Don’t take too long Bonita”.

“Yes daddy” you whisper to Angel as you walk away with a bit more shake in your hips as you know he’s watching you from behind.

“That’s my girl”, says Scarlett as you two head outside of the clubhouse.

You see Coco and Gilly talking to Ezekiel and Danielle who are still joined at the hip. While Naomi is sitting in Bishop’s lap facing him as she strokes his salt and pepper beard being all cute and giggly.

Danielle whispers to Ezekiel as she kisses him on the cheek leaving his side to join her girls.

“Where’s Naomi?”, you ask.

“Over there playing house with Daddy Bishop” says Scarlett pointing towards them.

“When I see them two y’all know what song comes to mind?” says Danielle.

“What song girl?” you ask.

Danielle: “I will be your Father Figure”, snapping her fingers and shaking her hips as you and Scarlett sing the lyrics.

You: (OH BABY)

Scarlett: “Put your tiny hand in mine”.

You: (I’D LOVE TO)

Danielle: “I will be your preacher teacher”.

You: (BE YOUR DADDY)

Scarlett: “Anything you have in mind”.

You: (IT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY)

Danielle: “I will be your Father Figure”.

You: (VERY HAPPY)

Scarlett: “I have had enough of crime”.

You: (PLEASE LET ME BE)

Danielle: “I will be the one who loves you”

All three of you shout: “‘TIL THE END OF TIME”

“HEEEEYYYY NOOOOOWW” you yell getting into the groove.

“What you tricks got going on about over here” says Naomi joining the group.

“Oh, don’t act brand new?”, says Scarlett.

“We were singing about you and El Presidente over there”, says Danielle as all four of you look in Bishop’s direction to see that he’s joined now by Riz, Angel, Coco, and Gilly.

“Were you telling Daddy Claus Obispo your Christmas list while he was bouncing you on his knee Telling him you’ve been a good girl all year?” you ask making Naomi blush with embarrassment.

“Hopefully, I will be bouncing on his lap tonight. Butt ass naked and getting felt the fuck up”, says Naomi as you all hoot and howl laughing out loud.

“So, I take it you felt it while sitting there huh?”, you ask.

“Hell, yeah I did”, says Naomi circling her hips like she has a hola hoop.

“Girl, you better keep that dime between your legs like what your granny told you honey” says Danielle.

“Too late. Bishop done already asked for change” says Naomi gyrating her hips causing you all to laugh louder.

“You ladies ready to go now?”, asks Ezekiel grabbing Danielle by the hand as your girls are joined by Riz and Bishop.

“Y/N sweetheart thank you for coming and having a good time. I’m sure Angel wasn’t too difficult for you, tonight, was he?” says Bishop as he snakes his arm around Naomi pulling her towards him.

“Oh, he was practically a house kitten”, you say as a shy smile crept up on your face and your cheeks warm up.

Your so preoccupied with talking that you didn’t hear Angel stalking you slowly behind you. Like the King of the Jungle with his sights set on his prey. Of course, no one says a word to you so of course your totally oblivious to it.

SMACK!!! “Maldicion, that is beautiful”, shouts Angel smacking your ass startling you.

“Cochino! No te soporto”, you yell as Angel bellows with laughter.

“Did you just say that you can’t stand me Mujer Fenomenal?” asks Angel coming up behind you peppering soft kisses on your neck as a moan escapes from your lips.

“Yes, I did”, you say rolling your eyes.

“You ready to leave Colibri?” Angel whispers in your ear.

“Thought you’d never ask Angel. But, first let me visit the ladies’ room”, you say kissing him on the lips as he watches you walk away.

“We’ll go with you sis”, says Danielle as she is followed by Scarlett and Naomi.

“Ughhhh, I’m really nervous y’all”, you say washing your hands.

“Why honey?”, asks Naomi.

“I’m afraid something is going to go wrong tonight”, you say biting your bottom lip nervously.

“This isn’t Marcus from 4 years ago. This is Angel Ignacio Reyes. A totally whole different breed of Man”.

“AKA The Maintenance Man”, says Scarlett in the bathroom stall.

“Wench stay your ass on that damn porcelain in there” you shout to Scarlett as everyone else laughs.

“Hell, who knows. On the other hand, I might turn into a slut bucket and try to hop on his dick tonight”, you say as Naomi and Danielle giggle under their breath.

Suddenly the toilet flushes as Scarlett steps out to wash her hands.

“Do you remember that game on the Price Is Right with the little mountain climber?”, says Scarlett as she wraps her arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah I do.”

“Why?” you ask.

“Well sweetie if you chose to do so just make sure you have your hard hat, your waist harness and ropes okay. So, when you do reach the top of Mount Reyes just make sure you go YO DE LOOOOO LEEE LOOOOOOO”, says your girls teasing you again laughing at you.

“I really can’t stand you salty wenches right now”, you say stomping off playing like your upset.

You all leave the ladies room arm in arm to outside the clubhouse as you see your men ready to go. Bishop and Riz are talking to one another waiting on Naomi and Scarlett by their motorcycles. As Danielle gets tossed over Ezekiel’s shoulder as she screams with surprise as he walks to his own. You stand alone as you watch your friends leave on the back of roaring Harleys with hot Mayan guys as you wait for Angel.

Angel surprises you as he comes up from behind kissing your temple.

“You ready precioso?” he asks as you two sway from side to side as he holds you.

“Si!!”, you say as you turn to face his tall frame as you pull his face towards you to kiss the tip of his nose. Giving him your signature heart swelling smile showing your deep dimples.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful Y/N”, says Angel as he grabs your hand kissing the top of it.

“Come on baby, let’s go for a Midnight Drive” as you two head toward a 1962 Black 2 door Ford Falcon as he helps you in on the passenger side.

“You want some ice cream Colibri?”, he asks as he starts the engine as it purrs around you.

“Sure. Then what after that”, you ask raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll see. The night is still young beautiful”, as he pulls out from the clubhouse.

You both arrive at a local spot which happens to be popular in Santo Padre as you sit in the car while Angel is in line outside the building to get your frozen treats. You get out of the car as you lean against the passenger door watching him. Every so often Angel would look in your direction making goofy faces at you as you smile and giggle. You could not help but, notice how sweet, playful and sexy Angel can be as he was chatting with the older lady at the window as she took his order. But you know what the Mayans are all about. Which if course was not just full of motorcycle enthusiasts. These dudes were the real deal and of course you knew it was in Drugs, Guns and money. When your parents were alive, they gave you the rundown of what your father did for the Mayans and even SOA from Charming when he was called upon. So, you already know in your heart that all these people you grew up with who are all Mayans have done some terrible things to survive and take care of their loved ones. So, you know Angel has done the very same things for his family of Mayan brothers along with Ezekiel and Mr. Reyes. You thought of this many times over when you first back here in Santo Padre. Your decision was to let it go completely and take it for what it is. Which you assume it will not be nothing serious and just strictly physical and fun between 2 consenting adults with no strings attached. But then again that is only what your mind is thinking. Your heart and body have different plans for you.

“Gracias Maria”, says Angel as he walks back to you with the ice cream.

A few minutes later you both are on the highest point of Santo Padre over-looking the entire town as you look up at the starry night sky finding the biggest moon you’ve ever seen.

“Mind if I turn on the radio?”, he asks you.

“Sure no problem”, as he turns it to an oldies station.

“Oh, thank you Angel”, you say as you as he finally hands you your frozen treat licking your lips ready to dive in.

“De Nada Colibri”, says Angel as he stands beside you eating his swirl ice cream cone.

“My god this shit is soooo fucking good”, you say as Angel stares at you with his mouth gaped open as you eat your sundae.

“Damn mama”, is that how you sound when you cum on some good dick?

You nearly choke at his comment causing you to cough as Angel pat and rubs down your back.

You sit down your sundae on the hood of the car as you step to Angel leaning your soft body against his hard one looking into his dark sexy eyes. You run your fingers through his soft raven locks as a low growl rumble from his lips.

“Thank you, Angel. And for the record Papasito honestly, I wouldn’t know any good dick since I’ve never really had any”, you say removing yourself from Angel as you stand back next to him as you finished your sundae.

You hear you cellphone ring as Angel hands you your purse from inside the car as he grabs his cigarettes for a quick smoke. You reach inside to answer your call as other contents fall out hitting the ground without you noticing. You hop off the car to answer the call and you notice its Naomi calling as your back is facing Angel.

“Is everything okay honey?”, you whisper to her as you have her on speaker.

You hear a lot of giggling in the background as a male voice gives a quick command.

“Don’t take too long baby girl. I might start the second round without you”, goes Bishop yelling to Naomi.

“I won’t daddy, Just checking up on Y/N”, she shouts back sounding breathless and all giddy.

“Really cow you want to talk to me all post-coital and shit. I smell the sex through this damn phone”, as you both giggle.

“Have you had your legs up in the air tonight?” asks Naomi.

“No there won’t be any of that from me tonight darling just catching up with Angel that’s all”, as you here giggling and rustling in the background.

“I guess daddy gotta take whats his”, says Bishop grabbing and tickling Naomi.

“Wait daddy wa-”, says Naomi as Bishop cuts the conversation by kissing which turns to moaning as Naomi drops the phone. As you can hear them fucking Naomi moan Bishop’s name as you quickly hang up.

“Uhhhh Colibri do these belong to you?”, says Angel as you turn around to see him holding a line of Magnum XL Condoms as your mouth drops open as your face dead pans.

“WHAT THE FUCK? These are not mine Reyes”, as you snatch them from as he bellows with laughter out loud.

“Goddammit Scarlett”, you mutter to yourself stuffing them back into your purse as Angel is now staring at you. Backing you up against the car again. His warm tall figure has you pinned against the car as you suddenly feel his hardened bulge on your stomach.

“Damn mami you looking to go some rounds with me? I mean all you have to do is just ask querida”, as he continues to laugh as you smack his arm.

“You playing with fire little girl. Don’t make me put you over my knee and give you a nasty ass spanking gorgeous” says Angel as he looks at you with a hot rage in his eyes. As he runs his thumb across your lips again as a squeak escapes your lips as he bits down on his bottom one again.

Your entire body shudders as you toss your empty container in a trash can nearby as you needed to distance yourself from the tall man himself.

“In order to do that you have to catch me first speedy”, you say slowly back away attempting to run.

“You already know I will slow-poke”, says Angel as you break out running and he starts to chase after you around the car as you laugh and scream.

“Damn my feet hurt”, you wince as you stop running as you bump right into Angel stopping you in your tracks.

“Come here babygirl”, says Angel as he picks you up settling you back on the hood on the car.

“Here let me help you mama”, says Angel as he removes your heels massaging your feet with his rough hands sending chills all over your body.

“Hmmm, is that better mi amor?”, asks Angel as helps rub your feet again.

“Gracias Guapo”, as you grab Angel by his leather kutte pulling him into your space.

Suddenly music tickles your ears as the night D.J. introduces “These Arms of Mine” by Otis Redding.

“This use to be my mom and dad favorite song when I was a kid. A lot of times I would catch them slow dancing to this being all CUTE, SWEET and AFFECTIONATE”, you say as Angel listens to you.

“Should I turn it off?”, asks Angel as you grab his forearm stopping him.

“Please let it play”, as you pull him back towards you body as you two become silent listening to Otis crooning from the radio.

“These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue

These arms of mine, they are yearning. Yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be

These arms of mine, they are burning. Burning from wanting you”

You smile up at him flashing those dimples of yours again as he remains silent taking in the contours and angles of your beautiful face. He notices the tiny mole you have just above your top lip on the left side of your face. His burning gaze stops at your full soft lips as he traces them with the pad of his thumb as he takes your lips in for another kiss. Slowly drags his long thick ringed fingers down your arms as your body shivers. But lingers with your bottom lip as he sucks and nibbles on it deepening the long kiss causing goosebumps to form on your body as you can not help but to grab onto his soft mane again. Suddenly your face is warm as you turn away from staring into his warm and extremely dangerous eyes. He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him again.

“Please don’t shrink from me baby girl. I know you are afraid of being hurt again. I overheard you and your girls talk about how you were treated like shit and I am sorry for that. But, let me reassure you that I am not him. Okay sweetheart?” says Angel as he kisses you on the lips.

“Si Papi,” you say as Angel’s forehead is resting against yours as you are playing with his hair again.

“Come on let’s get out of here”, as Angel helps you back into the car.

“Heading over to my place. Is that a problem colibri?” asks Angel as he looks at you.

“Uhhh, no problem. You can even toss the condoms if you want”, says Angel as he detects right off that you are a little uneasy about it.

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do”, says Angel as he grabs your hand kissing it and pulling you closer to him across the long front seat. While driving, he wraps one long arm around you as you rest your head on his shoulder. Suddenly you are sleepy as you rest your eyes a bit.

You arrive at Angel’s place as he lets you take a shower and get ready for bed. You find that he’s left you a black wife beater for you to wear as you pull an extra pair of boyshorts from you purse you keep for emergencies.

“Damn mama you were right about keeping extra underwear”, you say as you remember what she told as you were growing up.

Finally dressed for bed you crawl in under Angel’s sheets taking in his natural scent of sandalwood and leathery smoke. Suddenly you hear the shower turn off as you feel nervous for no damn reason.

“Damn it keep yourself together Y/N”, you say chastising yourself.

You couldn’t sleep so you sat up and noticed the moon again beaming bright through his bedroom blinds. You just stared at it as your back was facing the bedroom door. So, you were not aware that Angel walked in quietly as his lower half was wrapped in a bath towel hanging just below his Adonis belt. He was still damp from the shower as his hair was in his face. Your legs were folded to your chest as you let your hair down from the messy bun you had. Angel stopped and stared as you just did something that was so mundane but, to him it was so rare and beautiful. You felt the bed dip behind as Angel pulled you close as your back was too his shirtless chest.

“You smell nice querida” whispers Angel as he moves your hair aside to kiss your neck.

“Your body is so warm Angel”, you say as you stare at the moon in amazement.

“Look at me Y/N”, says Angel as you turn to face him.

“You’re doing it again colibri”, says Angel looking at you.

“Doing what Angel?”, you say as you roll your eyes.

“Hiding from me again is what you’re doing”.

“I have good reason to”, you say as a scowl forms on your face as Angel raises his eyebrows.

“How many women have you fucked from those parties or brought back here?”, you quizzed him.

“Whoa like what the fuck Y/N? That was some random as shit”, he says shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it Reyes you don’t need to tell me. You probably lost count by now”, you say as you turn away from him. He grabs your arm pulling you to face him again as he’s inches away.

“I take it that every man after this Marcus motherfucker has to pay for what the fuck, he did to you right?”, he says as he rubs his face in frustration.

“Doesn’t matter Reyes. I’m sure you’re looking to add another notch to your long belt”, you as you try to get out of bed. Angel grabs you by the waist tossing you on your back as his weight is on top of you.

“I’m not him querida”, he says leaning close to your face as you both are breathing heavy.

He kisses you and you don’t stop him at all. He grabs your small hands with his one large one holding them above your head. You whine as he kisses as you so desperately wanted to run your fingers through his soft locks again. He releases your hands as he roughly removes his shirt from your body exposing your perfect breasts.

“Man fuck this shit”, he grumbles taking one of your chocolate pearls into his mouth as your entire body nearly arches off the bed.

“Ugggghhhh Fuck Angel”, you squeal as he drags his thick fingers slowly to your center as he releases one dark pearl and devours the other as you grab onto his hair.

With a pop he releases your hardened nipple as he elevates his upper half. The moon shining through the blinds has cast a glow about him as you can see every beautiful line in his face. His thick dark eyebrows that compliment his eyes. Which are probably the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen as they take your breath away every time. You notice that he has two scars on his face that are healing. You sit up as your inches away as he bits his lower lip. You trail your thumb along those two scars as you hear a growl. As if your face to face with a wild Lion that remains calm only to your soft touch. You two switch spots as his back is to the headboard and you are in his lap with your back against his chest. He pinches a nipple as he whispers into your ear.

“Ride my leg mama.” he says as his hand disappears into your boy-shorts.

“Think of me having you on your back. Sucking on the beautiful fat pussy of yours. Just taking the very soul that belongs to me mi dulce”, he says as you move back and forth on his thigh.

“That’s it babygirl. Fuck daddy’s thigh. Just like that mama”, he says as his thick fingers make tiny circles on your clit as your body starts to sweat.

“I see daddy is making you work huh? You don’t mind that now do you amor?”, as he pinches one of your nipples as you gasp.

“Damn girl, you wetting up my fucking fingers. Here bonita, lick my finger like its cake frosting from a spoon”, he says as you suck your juice off his finger.

“My fat pussy taste good Colibri”, whispers Angel as the first wave of an orgasm hits you.

“I’m going to cum Angel. Just keep rubbing my clit like that daddy”, you pant.

“HA!!! What you just say girl? Did I hear that right? Your clit? Your pussy?” says Angel with a dark chuckle as he rubs you faster as your moans get louder and out of control.

“Looks like I gotta put my mouth where my pussy is. Prove to you who this pussy belongs to”, says Angel as he ripped your boy-shorts to shreds flipping you onto your back as he dives in head-first throwing your legs over his shoulders.

You grab onto his hair as you ride toward that first orgasm. Your body becomes stiff as a board as the first orgasm washes over you taking some of your energy with it.

“That’s one mi amor. How many more can I get from my fat pussy before this night is over?” he asked as he dives right in again adding a thick ringed finger making you moan again. Feeling his beard against your core just heightened you toward the edge as another orgasm nears. It comes at you fierce as flashes of light appear from behind your eyes as you scream his name.

“Let me switch this up baby girl”, says Angel as your face was on the mattress as he continued his assault on your clit sliding a second-thick finger causing you to wail again. You swear this time the neighbors can hear you at this point but, all cares flew to the wind as he dragged a third earth shattering orgasm from you. You tried to push his mouth from your center.

“Are you running from my mouth-piece baby? Because that’s number 3. Guess I gotta make you pay for pushing me from my pussy”, laughs Angel.

“Ride daddy’s beard carino. Wet it up for me”, as he pulls you onto his face holding you there with his strong arms as your body is facing the window.

Between his scratchy beard, hot mouth and stiff tongue he latches onto it like it’s his only life source. Continues with sucking and humming driving you into a frenzy as you shake and rock against his mouth as you hold on to the headboard. Your body is on fire as from the sweat Angel caused your body to react. Your making incoherent noises as he pulls the fourth orgasm from you as your body is humming and your mind is in a daze of confusion. Little did you have time to react as he pulls a fifth orgasm from you as you know for sure with the half brain cell you have left you yell his name at the top of your lungs. He watches you open like a rose before him as he sucks the last of you as he catches you.

“Hey. Hey Colibri. Are you okay”, whispers Angel as he snaps his fingers to bring you down from that Euphoric Multi Orgasmic trip he just sent you on.

As he’s looking you in the face you notice that his beard is covered with your essence and his face is a shade of red smiling at you. Kissing you deeply as your body is still hot but, you still can’t talk. You lick his beard for extra measure as you taste yourself getting a throaty growl from him as he winks at you.

“You must ate some Pineapple today because that beautiful pussy tastes delicious” says Angel your knees go weak again from his comment.

“Here baby, let daddy take care of you” says Angel while bringing a warm washcloth to rub you down cooling your overheated body down.

Your voice finally comes back as you tell him “Thank you daddy”, you say as he changes the sheets on his bed and taking your wet clothes to the washer.

When he returns to his bedroom, he sees that you are fast asleep with a light snore coming from you as he smiles looking at you. He notices you have other tats along your body. Stars, Beautiful Flowers and a Care Bear he sees in various spots on your smooth skin. He kind of feels mad that you would cover up your beautiful skin. It is something he had had to get use to. But one thing for certain is that he is not going to let you slip between his fingers now that you have come back into his life. He would dare hate to ruin everything with you. Especially since Bishop and Taza were very vocal on if Angel broke your heart that they would hack him up to pieces and leave his body for the coyotes in the desert if he fucks things up with you. Of course, Angel Reyes would move Earth and the Heavens to have you as his own on a deeper meaning. He finally strips down naked as he climbs into bed next to your sleeping form. He places covers over the both of you grabbing you from behind pulling you close to him as he softly kisses your shoulder.

“Buenos Noches princesa” as Angel falls asleep with you in his arms.

The next morning you wake up as you stare at the ceiling with a smile on your face. You look to the right and notice that the spot is empty. You sit up to the aroma of fresh coffee as you head to the bathroom to relieve yourself. Despite being a dark-skinned woman Angel left some noticeable marks upon your body. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you studied your reflection. Love bites on your neck and hips as you looked at yourself furthermore in the mirror. Your curly coif was all over your head as your eyes were satiated from the night before while your lips were puffy as you smiled and headed to the kitchen. His back was facing you as a dish towel was draped over his tatted shoulder as you stood still taking in the glorious view behind him. Wearing only black basketball shorts and barefoot.

“You know I could smell you coming querida” says Angel separating eggs, bacon and potatoes onto two separate plates as you sit on a stool watching him move around the kitchen. You could not help it as you stepped down from the stool and walked into the kitchen.

“You must be part wolf or something because you can always smell me coming towards you”, you say as Angel turns toward you gently kissing your forehead and smacking you on the ass as you hopped up onto the counter.

“Oh, and your phone has been going off all morning baby, You might want to check it”, says Angel.

You head to the coffee table in his living room to check your phone. You have 12 missed called and a shit load of texts from your girls. You already know what it’s about.

“Bitch are you dead or just haven’t come up for air yet” from Scarlett.

“You reach the top of Mount Reyes yet? Yodeling all over that dick”, asks Naomi with smiling emoji.

“Are you limping for last night with El Presidente”, you ask Naomi as she responds with a woman on crutches emoji followed by an emoji with a huge ass smile on its face as you laugh at her response.

“You look sexy in my black wife beater mami. I might just buy a shit load more of those to have on hand”, he says as his eyes feasted on you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap baby girl”, says Angel as he pats his lap for you to sit on it.

“Why is he doing this?”, you whisper to yourself as you try your best to eat what Angel has prepared but how can you do this simple task.

Of course, last night at the clubhouse and with Angel after it was different before he bought you back to his house. Now you are swimming in uncharted territory as you think about what can possibly come being with Angel. You can attest that so far he is nothing like that fucking douche bag Marcus from 4 years ago.

All you want to do is eat your breakfast and be on your way. Not when this man is eating his food quietly with one hand while the other keeps rubbing your thigh by making lazy circles on it. You dare not look him in the eye because he is watching you like a hawk.

“Can I eat without you watching me like a fucking hawk dude”, you say as you slip up and look him in the eye as he sips his coffee as he remains completely silent as breakfast goes on.

“FUCK”, you think to yourself as you realized that you slipped up and looked at him. And the fucked-up thing is that he really didn’t do anything just took a drink of his coffee as you saw his dark dangerous eyes of the rim of his cup. You can’t help it, but your mind goes back to Angel’s bedroom of what transpired between you two. Maybe it’s because he watched that coil inside pop and butterflies flap like crazy as you came multiple times last night as he watched you unravel, shed tears and beg for him to stop. You remember you wanted to stop just after the first orgasm that sent you over the edge.

“Do you want daddy to feed you gorgeous?”, asks Angel bringing you back to the present.

“No, uhhh I got it Angel. Tttthank you”, you say as you dig in and try your best to eat but, you can still feel his hard-on under your ass from his basketball shorts as you try your hardest not to moan and grind on his lap.

You cannot enjoy the food like how you want to because Angel is assaulting your senses by being who he is and, in his presence, now. Which is 6’3” of sexiness on a fucking stick, a man’s man and a Lady Killer with his charm. Dudes wanted to be him, and women of course wanted to be fucked by him including yourself. You cannot deny that you are curious what his dick would feel like inside your slippery walls as you would collapse around him. Begging for him to fuck you harder, spank you, and pull your hair. Making you sweat and quiver at his touch. Demanding you to swallow his fat dick in your mouth catching his pearly essence.

“You care to share what’s going on mi amor?”, says Angel making you jump at his deep voice.

“Honestly Colibri I want us to have breakfast first then I was gonna lick that sweet tasting pussy and fuck you into oblivion until you wet up my brown dick so you can pass out again”, says Angel as he’s semi hard right under you again as you dare not to speak of it.

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 11

Word Count: 3,827

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: You guys have spoken and so here it is the next part of Bubble Wrapped. The new Jamie Benn series RUINED will be out on Thursday.As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted...hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

The elevator door opened and you walked with Dougie, Joel, and Svech to your suite. All you could think about was how you were going to live with these three for the next few days. They were extremely easy on the eyes, not to mention the comment you swore you heard Edmundson say in the elevator, had you wondering if he'd be sneaking into your bedroom. Not that you were opposed to that, but the bedrooms were kind of close together so the other two would know what was going on. That was unless they were all in there with you.

Oh god, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter. You opened the door, inviting them all in. "I'll be sure to have keys made for you guys for the next couple of days." Though if you had to guess Carly was probably already taking care of that as you spoke. "So I'll give you a quick tour. This is the living room, obviously, and over there is the dining room." You pointed out each thing as you went. "The bar is fully stocked, but please don't drink all my pinot noir." The last thing you needed was them showing up to a game drunk and their coach reading you the riot act, but they were grown men and it wasn't like you were going to lock up all the alcohol as if they were teenagers. Well, on second thought, maybe you should after what they did to your hotel room. "This is the kitchen. If there's something special you want, just write it down and I'll have the staff bring it up."

Svech opened the refrigerator doors and took a peek inside. "Man, you've got cookie dough ice cream in here!" It wasn't something that you indulged in every night, but there were times that you just needed a couple scoops to get through the week.

"If there's another kind you like, just let me know." You told him and his face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Now, if you want to follow me upstairs; I'll show you your rooms." They trailed after you and you felt like a mama duck with her ducklings. "This door right here will take you to the rooftop pool, but please don't go up there if it's not your team time." The last thing you need was someone being pushed off the roof or some such nonsense. "This is my room." Joel craned his neck inside and damnit if you didn't blush as one of your bras was laying on top of the bed from when you were getting ready this morning. You tried to keep them moving down the hall. "Over here is the room with the king and then this one has the two queen beds. Your stuff should be up in a few minutes, but feel free to make yourself at home. I'm going to have to get back to work and clean up the mess that you made."

"We're really sorry," Dougie told you, with a sad look in his eye. It was really hard to be mad at someone when they were being somewhat adorable at the same time.

"I know, it's fine, but please tell me what the hell you guys were doing that you broke a water pipe."

The three of them exchanged glances debating on whether or not to spill the beans, while you tried to give your best impression of your mother. It was the look she always gave you when you did something wrong that just made you so guilt ridden that you finally confessed all your sins. Svech, being the baby of the group, finally couldn't take it. "You see we have a game tonight against Boston," he explained as if that was supposed to be the answer. When he didn't say anything more, you crossed your arms across your chest and just waited. "Anyhow…we heard that Pastrnak's room was above Joel's here. We thought we could interrupt his sleep and maybe throw off his game."

Oh my god, you had to be kidding. Did these three really think that something like that would work? From the look on their faces, the answer was a resounding yes. "What about you guys? Wouldn't you be missing sleep as well?" They all looked at you dumbfounded as if that never occurred to them. God, athlete's were really didn't think sometimes, did they? "So I take you were banging on the ceiling a little too hard with the hockey stick that I saw?"

"Yeah," Joel answered sheepishly for the group. "Again, we're really sorry."

"Well, please don't let it happen in this room. I'd like to keep my job."

"No, never," Dougie told you.

"Besides, we're on the top floor. We couldn't annoy anyone if we tried." Svech added. Obviously, he didn't include you in that anyone part.

"Well, I need to get back to work." Just then there was a knock on the door and you took off downstairs to answer it. It was a couple of bellhops with all their luggage. "The guys will show you what rooms to put it in. Thank you two for coming up so fast with all this stuff. I'm off to the lobby, if you need anything just give me a call."

"Will do," you heard the trio say as you headed out the door.

"Oh, and one more thing. No parties up here."

"You got it, boss." This time you weren't sure if it was the bellhops or your new roommates calling out to you as you shut the door behind you.

The day went fast, as you were helping Carly find parts to fix the room as well as trying to get all new furnishings in. You literally had a small window of time you were working with. Thankfully, you still had some new mattresses tucked away, when you changed some of the queen beds to king-size. It was the dressers and televisions that you needed to get in, as well as new flooring. Before you knew it, the night shift was taking over and you were headed up to your room.

The guys were still playing game three and the suite was quiet as you entered. Last you heard they were losing but you hadn't been able to see any of it on television. You hurried upstairs and changed into some comfy clothes, before putting the game on. It was in the third period and the Canes had the puck in the offensive zone. You were too busy following the puck to see exactly what happened, but then the whistle blew and you saw him laying on the ice. Players often went down and then only seconds later got back up and were back ready to play, so you tried not to think the worst, but then they replayed what actually happened. What you couldn't decide was whether it was Svech's knee or ankle that seemed to totally snap as he fell. Your stomach dropped and you couldn't even watch it again, as the camera seemed to zoom in. Trainers dashed onto the ice to take care of him until they finally helped carry him off; Svech not putting any weight on his leg. You weren't sure if he'd be back tonight or not, it was obvious that he needed to go to the hospital to be evaluated, but he was definitely going to need someone to take care of him when he did get back.

It was a couple hours later when Dougie and Joel came in, neither of them knowing how Svech was doing at the moment, only saying that he was getting scans and MRIs done. They were both mentally and physically exhausted and everyone headed to bed, including you. It was about one-thirty in the morning that you woke up, your brain in a slight sleep fog as you remembered you forgot to set the coffee pot to have your morning brew ready. Let's face it you weren't a functioning human being until at least one cup of caffeine in the morning, well unless you were greeted by a certain smiling hockey player when you rolled over. Quickly, you darted out of your room and down the stairs. You fumbled with the coffee maker for a few minutes in the dark before setting everything up for auto-perk, then went to head back up to your room.

You'd just stepped into the living room when a figure in white moved on the couch. "Jesus!" you gasped, not sure if you were asking for his help or seeing his spirit move in your suite. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, you could make out that it was Joel squishing his large frame on the sofa. "What are you doing down here?"

"I couldn't sleep." He mumbled, punching at his pillow before throwing it behind his head in hopes of finding some sort of comfortable position. His gaze lingered on your body a little longer than necessary and it was then that you realized you were only in a cutoff t-shirt and a thong. You hated wearing sleep pants to bed as your legs always got overheated and, in your haste, to get the coffee ready, you hadn't thought to put any on.

"Is something wrong with the room?"

"God, no," he was quick to tell you. "It's just…" he seemed to hesitate, so you took a step closer, knowing that it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do given your lack of dress, but you wanted him to know that he could talk to you. "I rolled over and saw Svech's empty bed and kept thinking about how he went down. Thought if I came down here, I could maybe get some shut-eye."

"How's that working out?"

He obviously knew you were teasing, as he gave a light chuckle. "Not so bad." His eyes looked you up and down again, and the sympathy you had for him a moment ago, almost vanished.

"Oh good, then I'll just head back up to my room if you're all comfy."

"Wait," he said stopping you even though you were kidding. There was no way you were going to let this nearly six-and-a-half-foot body, fit on that tiny couch all night. "Does this thing pull out or something? This couch is actually kind of small."

"Well, no it's not a pullout. I was actually going to offer my bed to you." His eyes got huge at your suggestion and he started to grab his pillow and sit up. "I'll just take your bed if you don't care."

"Oh, no I can't let you do that. I'm fine here." Fluffing the pillow back up he threw it behind his head. His frame curling up as best he could on the sofa.

"Don't be an ass, and take my bed."

"What kind of gentlemen would I be, if I did that?" Was he just trying to be difficult now or nice; you couldn't really tell?

"Seriously, you'll be all cramped up if you sleep down here. Now, get your butt upstairs."

"We could share your bed." Ah, so there it was, the real reason, he wouldn't take your bed. "I promise no funny business." He sounded like your grandmother when he put it like that.

"If it lets us both get some sleep, then sure." Joel jumped up off the couch as if he hadn't been curled up in a ball on it, grabbing his pillow and following your up the stairs. Once ensconced inside the room, you shut the door before asking, "Which side do you want?"

"Doesn't matter." You went to crawl in the under the right side of the covers and heard him make a noise, obviously distressed that you'd chosen that side.

"You could've just said you wanted this one," you teased him, then scooted over to the left side of the bed.

"I'm trying to be accommodating."

Turning, you faced the middle of the bed. The fact that it was a California king meant that even with how tall Joel was there was still enough room between the two of you to fit another person. "Goodnight," you whispered over, closing your eyes and wondering if he'd make any sort of move on you.

"Night," you heard him as he lay facing you. You were almost asleep when you felt him shift, not wanting to open your eyes to see if it was closer to you or if he actually just turned over. Instead, you laid there and waited, and were surprised when nothing happened. Sneaking a quick peek told you that he was laying on his back. You took a moment to take in his well-chiseled form; arms well defined from lifting weights you assumed, a smattering of chest hair barely noticeable in the moonlight, and that indent leading to a happy trail which was covered by blankets. If he didn't do something soon, you were pretty sure you were.

He moved again, this time presenting you with his back. "Is something wrong?" you called over, and he flipped back once again. Thank god this wasn't a waterbed or you'd have been seasick.

"Hmm," he mumbled. "No…sorry." You opened your eyes then, and he was just laying there staring at you. "God, you're beautiful...sorry…I promised nothing…" You didn't let him finish, as you scooched over and planted a kiss on his lips. It didn't take long for it to turn into something heated as his tongue quickly sought entrance into your mouth. His hands slipped up under your shirt so he could cup your breasts. The globes molding perfectly in his large hands. A moan escaped your lips as he tweaked each nipple and you felt a rush of wetness go straight to your core.

You slid your hands down his chest, raking your nails over his abs and causing him to shiver. Joel gathered the hem of your shirt, then lifted it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the bedroom. Pushing his boxers down, you palmed the length of him, and god was there length to him. He hissed out his pleasure as you slid your hand up and down his shaft.

His hand slithered into your panties; his fingers toying with both your clit and pussy. "So wet," he breathed out and you took the opportunity to push him down so he lay on his back. You quickly disposed of the flimsy garment that was your underwear, before straddling his hips and positioning his cock at your core. Leaning down you touched your lips to his as you slowly sunk down on him.

Once he was buried fully inside you, you broke the kiss. Whispering for him to be quiet as you started to rock back and forth. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, your body moved up and down on his length. Joel's hand went straight to your hips, helping you find a rhythm that both of you enjoyed. It didn't take long to find a pace that had you both worked up. "Don't stop baby." He hissed out, then took one hand and started to rub your clit. Your back arched and you felt the hand on your hip slide up to cup your breast as you rode him. His hips were rising to meet you now and with the flicking motion on your clit, you could feel the orgasm start to build. Your pussy started to spasm, squeezing his cock as you climaxed. "Fuck," he moaned and flipped you on your back mid-orgasm. Joel, grabbed your hips pinning you to the bed as his cock pistoned in and out of you, as he thoroughly fucked your pussy, and though you'd just climaxed seconds ago, you felt another bursting to the surface. Your legs started to tremble and you clasp them around Joel's waist holding on for dear life. His head dipped down to your shoulder and he softly bit you there as he thrust a few more times before spending deep within you. His arms were shaking with an effort to remain upright and not just topple on you, but he managed to kiss you quickly before rolling back onto his side of the bed.

You laid there, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck, had you ever orgasmed so close together like that before? There wasn't a time that came to mind, well except when Tyler was playing with that vibrator, but that really didn't count. Joel was like some sort of sex god, and you had to wonder if you had sex again would it be just as good? Hopefully, you'd find out tomorrow night or the next for that matter, but for now, you needed to not act like the man had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. You rolled onto your side to face him, propping your head on your hand. "Think you'll be able to sleep now?"

He laughed at the comment, still a bit out of breath. "Oh yeah," he responded finally, though he padded out of bed to the bathroom and you heard him splash some water on his face, before coming back in with a wet washcloth to clean you up. Joel pulled the covers back, then gently spread your legs, before wiping your thighs and then your pussy. It was all rather intimate but after what the two of you had just done, nothing seemed off-limits. He tossed the cloth, back in the bathroom, then crawled back into bed, bringing the blankets up around both of you, before scooting closer to you and tucking you into his side. "I think I'll sleep even better if you're like this. Unless this is too uncomfortable for you?"

Damn, if this man wasn't a gentleman. "Not at all," you told him and snuggled a little closer toward him. His breathing evened out in minutes and the hand that was idly stroking your back, slowly stopped. It took him all of about two minutes to fall asleep. You chuckled to yourself at that fact, though quickly followed behind him.

You were still locked in the same position the next morning when you felt the sun peeking through the small opening you'd left in the blinds. Slowly, you opened your eyes, careful not to move too much in hopes of not disturbing Joel if he was sleeping. Though as you opened them, you were greeted with his staring back at you. "Morning," you whispered groggily.

"Morning, beautiful." You stretched as much as you could, while still held within the comfort of his arms. "Thanks again for last night. Best night's sleep I've had since I got in the bubble."

"Well, we do pride ourselves here in our customers getting a good night's sleep."

He laughed, then dropped a kiss to your forehead. "You definitely live up to your word."

Glancing over at the clock, you noticed the time and knew that you had to get ready to start your day. "I'd love to stay here in bed with you all day, but some of us have work."

He pulled you close, and took the opportunity to kiss you fully on the lips before answering. "We have practice as well. I should probably grab a bite to eat first. I'll meet you downstairs in a bit." He kissed you one last time, before climbing out of bed and heading back to his room.

It was about forty-five minutes later, that you came downstairs to find both him and Dougie sitting at the dining room table where a full breakfast was laid out. "Wow, what's this?"

"I took the liberty of ordering room service," Joel told you. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so there's a little bit of everything." You were used to just grabbing a yogurt and maybe a banana, but the Belgium waffles smelled delicious, so you sat down and joined them.

"Thanks," you said, as you grabbed a bit of fresh fruit and put it on your plate. "Did you guys sleep well?" You already knew Joel's answer but you wanted to make it look good so that Dougie wouldn't know what the two of you had been up to.

"I slept like the dead," Dougie answered. "Haven't had that good of sleep in a long time."

"Same," Joel said only his face turned a delightful shade of red and he started to cough.

"Dude, are you choking or something?" Dougie said, patting him on the back.

"I'm fine," he finally got out. "Wrong pipe." Joel was saved from further embarrassment as the door to the suite opened and in came Svech, hobbling on a pair of crutches and wearing a boot on his leg.

"Hey man, how are you?" Dougie asked as you all got up to go check on him.

"Ok, still not sure the extent of anything. They're going to do another MRI tomorrow. Doctors just said to stay off it and take it easy." Andrei answered the question you were all dying to know.

"Well, here why don't you sit down," you told him, motioning for him to go on the couch. He plopped down and you immediately went and grabbed a few pillows to prop under his leg. "Can I get you something to eat?"

"Yes, I'm starving. I haven't had anything since before the game." You went over and made him a heaping plate of breakfast food, while the guys talked specifics with him. He was definitely out for the rest of the series and you had a feeling it would be the rest of playoffs if the Canes made it through this round. "This is great, thank you."

"I need to get downstairs and check on things, are you going to be ok here?" You asked Svech.

"Yeah, I just have to figure out the stairs. I slept like hell." His face confirmed the words he'd just spoken as there were bags under his eyes. "Sure, that wasn't the case for you guys."

Joel avoided looking at his younger colleague and you almost burst out laughing. "If you can wait here for about twenty minutes, I'll take you in through the pool." You told him. "We can use the door upstairs that has a private entrance into the suite that I showed you yesterday, that way you don't have to use the stairs. You just need a different key to get back in."

"Wow, been holding out on us." Dougie teased. "We could've had a pool party last night." You rolled your eyes.

"Finish your breakfast, and I'll be back in a few." You headed off to make sure that everything was fine in the hotel and to see if you were needed for anything as you had a feeling that Svech was going to need a lot more help than just making it upstairs.

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spnfanficpond · 5 years ago

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September Angel Fish Awards

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WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that.

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE SEPTEMBER’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Nominated by @impalaimagining

From Far Away by @plaid-lover-bay25

This fic is all kinds of sweet. We all know Jensen is perfect and will probably never need glasses to see, no matter what time does to his eyes, but HOO the thought of that man looking over the brim of his glasses when he looks up from his book to meet your eyes? Even if it’s through a screen? Count me ALL the way in.

Silver Lining by @luci-in-trenchcoats

All I want for the rest of my life is to be right in the moment that exists within this fic. It’s so warm and cozy, even if it does get a bit overheated at times with all that shared body heat. I will gladly accept a few uncomfortably sweaty moments if it means having the two of them just like this.

Pit Stop by @stusbunker

This made me feel so many things. Honestly, it’s thrilling to think about hiding in plain sight like this. 10/10 would recommend public sex with Dean, even if it does mean the occasional scrape from the tree bark.

Nominated by @emilyshurley

Beautiful Ghosts by @herstarburststories

Okay picture this, me holding my cup of tea in the morning, crying my eyes out as I’m reading this. Because that’s exactly what happened.

( Ahh… the angst in this one. This fic left me in tears. Can’t wait to read more parts.) ((submitted twice))

Calm after the storm by @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters

An adorable Dean fluff. There is something so comforting about how Dean interacts with the reader.

How not to kill someone by @myinconnelly1

A short but chaotic fic and is totally worth the read.

What a wonderful world by @wingedcatninja

The imagery is so great, you can almost feel everything Sam must be feeling.

A little trip by @mariekoukie6661

Though I have never been inside an Ikea I had a constant smile on my face reading this. And now my face hurts…

Nominated by @waywardnerd67

Mr Pretty Face by @carryonmywaywardcaptain

I want to nominate @carryonmywaywardcaptain Mr. Pretty Face. This was the most adorable fic in the world. Jordan aka Cap is getting her groove back and the world should be graced by her talents! Plus she’s just an awesome person.

Nominated by @sorenmarie87

No More Living A Lie by @fictionalabyss

I know it’s an older fic but the idea of Cas and reader being in a fake relationship (I’d say more but it gives away the story) is fantastic.

The Real Deal by @firefly-in-darkness

I’m no stranger to reading smut but holy crap! After a hunt, all you wanna do is sleep but your friend sends you something… and you can’t help yourself. I don’t know what else to say besides that you should check it out.

Flesh - January Jingle by @myinconnelly1

I still need to listen to the song this fic is based off of but damn. This one is great~~ Definitely leaves you wanting more.

Nominated by @mariekoukie6661

Know How It Feels by @supernatural-jackles

I love that one because then the boys would understand what cramps feel like for real!

Some Kind of Sadness by @supernatural-jackles

I love this one because Jen just writes all the emotion so well!!

That’s Alpha or Sir To You, Baby Girl by @sorenmarie87

Dawn worked so hard on this one!! It’s so good!! I just love the fluff and the domestic!!

What’s The Little Guys Name by @sorenmarie87

The Weechester, the little banter between everyone! My heart!! I love this so much!

Nominated by @fictionalabyss

The Way You Lie by @cockslut-padalecki

this one hit the nail on the head. How you can know with ever fiber of your being that you need to leave, run, but you find yourself right back there.

Wanna Help A Girl Out? by @sorenmarie87

“Now, will you be a good girl and get on your knees for me? I believe you owe me something…” that last line had me demanding, nay screaming, for more.

Bikini Inspector by sorenmarie87

because sometimes it’s just fun to mess with a guy.

Pineapple and Pizza by @cloverhighfive

STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THAT CLIFFHANGER lol. Seriously, though. I don’t dive too deep into ships usually, but I LOVED this little series.

All The Good Girls Go To Hell. (Prologue - chapter 9) by @cockslut-padalecki

This fucking series. Holy shit. The smut = perfection and the jealousy and need are on fucking point. Hell yes. this is a must read. a filthy, dirty, must read.

Nominated by @ellewritesfix05

Don't Test Your Luck by @downanddirtydean

All the smutty goodness that you could possibly need. The attention to detail, the way it flows seamlessly, the heart-stopping fluff. It’s a total hit and literally one of my favorite fics I’ve ever read! I adore everything Lydia writes and this is simply a must-read.

Homework Help by @downanddirtydean

Lydia is an amazing writer and talented creator. College-me had a heart attack reading this! It’s so delicious and naughty! 100/10 would recommend!

Life For Rent Chapter 27 by @winchest09

The entirety of Life For Rent is absolutely amazing. Tabby is extremely talented and creative, but this particular chapter is just so wonderfully written, I think it deserves a spotlight. The whole time, you can see yourself in the moment. The way she captures and conveys emotion is nothing short of genius.

Nominated by @mrswhozeewhatsis

His Property by @negans-lucille-tblr

I’m nominating this whole dang series, plus both of the sequels!! Yeah, it’s smutty, but it also gets into the psychological issues, especially in the third series, Her Property. There is some possibly triggering content in the first series, which is discussed throughout the second and third, so if that could be a problem, then you might want to skip it. If you’re not easily triggered, though, this is a great story. And the smut is primo, too!!

The Last Visit by @laxe-from-outer-space

Well, crap, guys. This one just hurts. Talk about taking my heart out back and beating the crap out of it. If you’ve got the tissues handy, definitely give this one a read!

Nominated by @manawhaat

About Bar Fights and Moobs by @cajunquandary

This is a perfect example of the ridiculousness that seems to follow the Winchesters everywhere. This is totally believable and gave me a good laugh.

Keep Me Company by @butiaintgonnaloveem

I’ll never get over how spot on this is for Ketch. It not only shows us a side we don’t get enough of on the show, but it also just shows a whole other side of him that feels so incredibly real and part of his layered persona.

Calm by @winchesterswoonathon

This is a seriously lovely series about John and all those feelings he has the power to evoke in the people around him. It’s everything I love about him all mashed into a fucking delightful story.

You Ever by @luci-in-trenchcoats

One of the things I love about Dean is his willingness to be there and help others when they’re having a hard time. He’s the ultimate comfort buddy and this fic is a prime example of his loyalty and sincerity. It’s a little sad but it’s sweet and comforting even in the angst.

Nominated by @myinconnelly1

The Baby In The Impala by @a-fallen-angel-with-a-shotgun

��DADDY!DEAN!!!! to the max. This was so sweet, I can't even word properly!

One Room Left by @luci-in-trenchcoats

The amount of fluff present in the fic overwhelmed me

Imagine Getting A Sunburn by luci-in-trenchcoats

Some cute fluff right here and nothing else needs said, read it

Dirty Little Secret by @hardcoresupernatural

This had the trinity! Hot as fuck, adorable as all get out, and funny as shit. Read it!

Love Me Or Leave Me by @princessmisery666

This hurt so much and i wanted to cry. It had that feeling of being real.

Daddy’s A Superhero by @msmarvelouswinchester

Being a parent is hard and hearing a child of any age say they hate you is so hurtful. This was written so well.

Loving You by @emilyshurley

I will never have enough good things to say about @emilyshurley but this fic was so hurtful and i'm still mad at her.

Finding Dean Masturbating In Your Room by @carryonmywaywardwriters

Very dirty and very hot!

Because Of Mistletoe by @idreamofplaid

Happy half christmas drabble!

Halfway by @holylulusworld

Dude i was crying so hard. I just can't even talk about it.

The Frog Prince - or How To Kiss the Impala by holylulusworld

SO CUTE!!!! Absolutely adorable and i love protective!dean

Enough Both Of You by @fictionalabyss

HOLY FUCKING SHIT this was so dirty and wrong and i love it!

Fatherless Son by fictionalabyss

I really like this series it was exactly what i think of for step!dad Dean!! chef's kiss

You’re Home Early by fictionalabyss

This was just fun. They both knew it was bad but they both loved it!

Risky by fictionalabyss

Alright look, if you ever post anything like this again, i want to be tagged. I will make the fucking time for this every goddamn day! So wrong, i love it

Finally by @there-must-be-a-lock

super well written. it felt so real to the characters and it was incredibly hot

A Huntress In The King of Hell’s Court by @crashdevlin

I love when time travel is incorporated well in a fic, and this is exactly what i'm talking about!

Fan Mail by @waywardnerd67

I can't not deal with my emotions on this fic. It is so fluffy and i'm here for all of it

One Night Changes Everything by @a-winchester-fairytale

This ride was so hard i couldn't even comment on ever part. I just had to rush through the whole thing so i could find out what would happen.

Mated In The Darkness by @mummybear

There are not enough words in the world to explain why i loved this fic so much!

Caught In The Act by mummybear

It's smut people. Its dirty and fucking amazing smut!

Thank you all for the awesome work and great feedback!

These are not actual awards! This system is set up so everyone in the pond has a chance to share the love and promote a fic/author that has grabbed your attention. The more people that participate, and the more everyone remembers to submit their own fics after posting, the better this will be :D

THANK YOU ALL AGAIN, KEEP UP THE AMAZING WORK, AND AS ALWAYS, HAPPY WRITING!

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one-boring-person · 5 years ago

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You Can Be My Wingman (Part Two)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Context: Back in Miramar, Maverick is basically emotionally beating himself up about what happened to his friend, (Y/n).

A/N: I don't know how well these will do, but I'll keep them coming for now 😂💛

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"You've got to stop beating yourself up over Quicksilver, Mav." My RIO, Goose, says as I slam my locker door a little too hard, coming over to me with a towel wrapped around his neck, a gentle smile on his face. "I know you cared about her, but it wasn't your fault their plane spun out."

Gritting my teeth at the memory, I turn to him.

"I flew in front of her. It is my fault she got caught in the current." I look away, guilt encroaching on my heart again, "And now she's probably dead so I'll never get to apologise."

"You don't know that, there was never any evidence to say they died." Goose tries to reassure me, but I don't buy it.

"Oh, come on. Their GPS went offline with the plane and we've never found them on our search flights. There's no chance they're still alive, not after that crash."

"You don't have enough faith in Arrow. He'll keep 'em alive." A voice behind us states. Spinning, we come face to face with a serious looking Iceman.

"He can't do that if he's dead." I retort, irritatedly. Sighing, I grab my stuff and leave, heading out to the hangers.

For two weeks now, (Y/N) and Matthew have been missing, and it's been weighing heavily on my heart. They were some of our best flyers, and could hold their own against most enemies, so it was a terrible stroke of bad luck when they crashed out on the training flight. I do admit that having (Y/N) missing makes life worse for me; she has become a close friend of mine during our time here, and I hate that she's gone. In all honesty, I'd started to develop more intimate feelings for her before the incident, and now she's gone, the feelings are twice as strong. If I ever see her again, I will confess: I can't afford to lose her again.

Taking a seat in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the hanger, I wait for the other lieutenants to arrive, idly watching the horizon as I think back to when I'd sit here with Quicksilver, joking about and having fun. Clenching my jaw, I look down at the piece of string around my wrist. She'd given it to me when we were drunk one night, claiming that it would "Strengthen our friendship!" as she clumsily tied it around my arm. She had a similar one, which I'd given her at the same time.

A wry smile tries to push through as the memory surfaces, but it is soon dampened when the commander strides past, the rest of the lieutenants filtering in after him.

Plonking himself next to me, Goose grins before leaning in to whisper to me;

"Iceman says he heard the commanders saying that we're gonna be flying against their fastest today. I can't wait!"

I try to be excited, for his benefit, but my attempt falls flat.

"Yeah, it'll be cool."

I can't help thinking that (Y/N) would've loved the challenge, imagining her face light up as she heard the news, that same fiery glint of determination that always shines through in her eyes.

Goose notices my reluctance, but doesn't pick up on it. Vaguely, I listen to what the commander has to say, taking in the instructions subconsciously, my mind elsewhere. Eventually, we head off to the planes, our helmets and kit ready. Excitedly, Goose practically flies into his seat, grin wide and bright, his eyes finding mine briefly. I follow him up, strapping myself into my seat in front of the joystick, getting comfortable and adjusting to the smaller, cramped space.

Ten minutes later, we are the first in the air, the aircraft wheeling and banking through the clouds aimlessly until the rest are with us.

"Goose to tower, who are our wingmen? Out." Goose speaks into the radio, contacting the tower back at base.

"Tower to Goose and Maverick, your wingmen are Iceman and Slider. Out."

"Roger that."

As if on cue, Iceman pulls up through the clouds to our left, a little behind us, signalling to us through the cabin window. Signalling back, I concentrate on controlling the plane as a light wind hits us, angling it so we have a view of the ground and the horizon.

"Jet to our right, a little below but behind." Slider's voice crackles through the radio.

Allowing myself to look back, I locate the enemy plane, noticing Viper as the pilot.

"You got him?" I ask through the radio, waiting for their reply.

"Roger that, we'll get him." Iceman replies, before the plane wheels away, leading the enemy jet away as another replaces it.

"You ready, Maverick?" Goose quips, nervously.

"Born ready, Goose." I say before dropping the plane into a dive, beginning an elaborate series of tricks to throw him off us.

It's a long, drawn out chase, but eventually we end up behind the jet, a small success, though we have yet to get him on missile lock. Minutes later and we have him.

"YES, MAV, WE'VE GOT HIM!" Goose calls to me, the RIO ecstatic.

"Iceman, how you getting along? We've caught our guy." I report to our wingman.

A second passes before we get a reply.

"Almost there."

"You want some help?" Goose questions.

"No, we're good, thanks." Slider responds this time.

"Ok, we'll land." I say quickly.

"Goose to tower, permission to land please? Out."

The radio crackles slightly.

"Tower to Goose, permission granted. Out."

"Woo, great balls of fire, let's go!" The RIO laughs behind me, voice relieved.

Guiding the plane back to the airbase, I get ready to land, bracing myself for the impact. The landscape rushes by around us, the dusty ground coming closer and closer as we speed towards it, everything as it normally is.

Except one thing.

As we fly past, I notice a glint out of the corner of my eye, like the sun is reflecting off of an object on top of one of the mountains to the side of the base. Confused, I ask Goose to check it out, my own attention needed on the rapidly approaching runway.

"It looks like a person, but they're walking funny, like they're hurt. I'll report it." The RIO replies, a puzzled tone lacing his voice.

"Wait until we've landed, then we can check it out."

As if on cue, I manage to land the plane, the impact sending a violent jolt through my body as I move with the aircraft. Applying the breaks, I allow the plane to slow considerably before taxi-ing towards the hangers. A few attendants rush out to greet us, their helmeted faces covered and unfamiliar as we exit the jet. My mind is still on the object we saw on the mountain, but when I look, I see nothing.

"We saw something, or someone, up on the mountain whilst we were landing." Goose reports to the commander who has just joined us. Raising an eyebrow, he looks sceptical.

"Did you? Sure it wasn't the sun catching off your cockpit?" His gruff voice barks out dismissively.

"We're sure." I retort, quickly adding a "Sir" when I get a stern look.

"Well, wait for the other lieutenants to return, then you can check it out." He sighs, turning away to watch another plane land, "But don't take too long. We need you guys for another theory lesson, later."

"Thank you, sir." Goose and I bark in response.

Impatiently, I watch the jets wheeling around the sky, my mind and body restless in anticipation. A couple come in to land, their small structures skidding to jerky halts on the runway, their engines overheating in the beating warmth of the overhead sun. Only four more to wait for.

Beside me, Goose tugs at the sleeves of his uniform, a sign of his own impatience, though his is less noticeable as he quickly explains to the approaching pilots what we saw. One of them dismisses it, but resignedly says he'll come with us. Smiling dryly, I thank them both, watching the last jets land with mounting excitement as they do so, one by one. I bite my lip as they taxi to a halt, the pilots jumping out and stretching out their cramping muscles before they come over to join us.

We go over to them, Goose once again explaining our intentions to the others, taking in their varying faces of interest, curiosity, dismissal and disbelief. Amongst them, Iceman looks sceptical, his bright eyes focusing on my body language.

"I'll go with you guys." He says briefly, the others quickly agreeing with him.

Together, we turn and walk in the direction of the mountain we saw the flash on, stopping intermittently to allow planes to take off and land, no one speaking to each other until I finally catch sight of something.

There, limping over the coarse ground, is a person, their uniform unmistakeable. A fighter pilot.

Frowning, I squint at them, before my mind recognises the figure, my eyes widening in disbelief.

I break into a run, ignoring the confused shouts of the others as I charge towards the figure, my gaze focused solely on them.

Or rather, my gaze focused solely on her.

Part Three

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smileybokuto · 4 years ago

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Fool Of Myself | Chapter Two | dinner

Chapter: dinner

wc: 1.7k

warnings: self insert

a/n: I am mentioned. I wanted to be y/ns best friend

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Y/n and Kageyama hold eye contact for a minute before she smiles at him and looks back at the others trying to resemble some composer.

“I’m sorry. I’m Y/n Ushijima. Nice to finally meet you all.” Y/n smiles. “Sorry for being so rude before. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here.” A light blush spread across all the young men's faces as they gawked at Y/n.

“You weren’t being rude! It was our fault for not telling you! We’re sorry.” Romero scratches the back of his head, smiling.

“Oh no.” Y/n chuckles. “You’re our guest. Are you all hungry? I was just about to start cooking.”

“We can just go out and eat.” Ushijima laughs. “My treat. Come join us little one.”

“When will that nickname ever die.�� Y/n laughs. “If it isn’t too much trouble for everyone else.”

“Not a problem.”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Please join us!”

“Yeah…the company would be nice.”

“Okay. Let me just change.” Y/n makes her way past the team to her room. After shutting the door she sank down to the ground and groaned into her hands. “Oh my god… why?” Y/n could feel her chest tighten and she sat there taking deep breaths.

While in the living room everyone’s eyes were on Kageyama. It was Hoshiumi who spoke up first.

“How could you break up with her?!?!” He whispered.

“I-... Shut up.” Kageyama crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Y/n smiled at him. He was hurt, Y/n smile was definitely forced, if you didn’t know her it was hard to tell but that was not the smile he remembered. It was distant and lonely. But somehow Y/n still managed to draw his eyes. Kageyama was growing more and more agitated with his teammates who were gushing about how beautiful Y/n was. Kageyama and Ushijima retreated to his room. Ushijima was concerned for his sister, he could tell that she was forcing a smile.

“I’m concerned about Y/n.” Ushijima mumbles.

“She doesn’t seem like her normal self. I noticed. It’s probably because we blindsided her with our arrival.” Kageyama says with a heavy sigh. “Or it could be that she is uncomfortable with us being here.”

“Do you think so?” Kageyama nods. They sit there in silence for a minute before they hear Y/n’s soft voice. Kageyama’s head springs up and he looks to the door. Somehow the air became thicker and it was hard to breathe. Ushijima made his way to the door and Kageyama hesitantly followed behind him.

“Are you guys ready?” Y/n asks peeking her head into the living room where all the guys were sitting.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Ushijima says walking out from his room with Kageyama.

On the walk to the restaurant Y/n stayed at Wakatoshi’s side, with Sokolov standing next to her holding a conversation about Ushijima on the team. Hoshiumi, Romero and Kageyama follow behind.

“You look sad Tobio.” Hoshiumi says looking over to the setter who hasn’t taken his eyes off of Y/n the entire time.

“Hmm..” Kageyama replied on instinct without actually paying attention.

“Hey.” Romero chuckles, nudging Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Yeah?” Kageyama finally looks at Romero who nods towards a fuming Hoshiumi.

“I was just trying to be nice and you ignore me.”

“I’m sorry…” Kageyama replied puzzled.

“You could at least look like you’re sorry.” Hoshiumi mumbles. “But i’ll forgive you since you're in love.”

“Huh?!?!” Kageyama shouts and slaps his hand over his mouth after realizing how loud he was. Kageyama’s eyes locked with Y/n who broke eye contact and looked at Hoshiumi who was shocked that Kageyama was that red and shocked. Kageyama was as red as a tomato as he cleared his throat getting ready to talk.

“Are you guys alright?” Y/n asked looking with concern laced in their eyes. And just like that all the words Kageyama was about to say disappeared and all he could do was nod.

“We’re fine! Don’t worry! Hoshiumi just said that Kageyama’s sets were off during practice.” Romero laughs, a look of realization comes across Y/n’s face and then a sadness flashed across her face before being replaced by a small smile.

“Really? I didn’t think his sets were off.” Wakatoshi nods. Kageyama looked very uncomfortable and couldn’t bring himself to look up and met Y/n’s gaze.

“Well of course not silly. Hoshiumi said it was off for him. You two are different people.” Y/n giggles dragging Ushijima with them. Y/n glances back at Kageyama who was still swaying from foot to foot eyes to the ground. That little gesture didn’t go unnoticed by the team.

“Oh?” Romero cocks his head to the side. “Maybe it isn’t just our king.” Romero slinks his arm around Kageyama’s shoulder.

“Don’t call me that?” Kageyama scoffs and shrugs his arm off. “Let’s go before they leave us.”

Dinner was awkward to say the least. The team made sure to sit Y/n next to Kageyama. They were sitting so tightly together Y/n and Kageyama couldn’t stop from brushing against each other. They were almost pressed together. Kageyama was scowling at Romero and Sokolov who were sitting at the end hogging up all the extra room. Y/n looked over to Kageyama and saw him scowling, she tried to move over but she didn’t want to be on top of Hoshiumi anymore than she was.

“Um...is there anyway we can get a bigger table.” Kageyama looks down and sees how squished Y/n was, unconsciously he moved his arm behind her onto the back of the booth to make room for them. “O-oh, thanks.” Kageyama couldn’t speak so he just nodded and looked around the cafe.

“I didn’t know Kageyama had moves.” Kageyama’s head swiveled to look at Sokolov who had made the comment. A light tint of pink dusting his cheeks before he clicked his tongue and looked away again. Kageyama was still tongue tied, Y/n looked over at the setter who looked annoyed and embarrassed.

Y/n sat next to him thinking, ‘He’s probably annoyed that he has to sit next to me. It’s not like I want to be next to you either but at least pretend like I am. He hasn’t even said hi to me. OR even said a word to me. Does he hate me that much? Why is he upset? He broke up with me. Ugh whatever. I just need to get through this.’

Kageyama sat overheating while overthinking in his head. ‘God she’s so close. What do I do? Fuck. Can she hear my heart beating this hard? What do I do? Dammit. I can’t even speak. What would Hinata do?Ughhhh! I don’t know. What is the best move here? Shit. She’s so beautiful. I can’t do this. I-Fuck. Please stop getting closer to me. Romero move OVER! For fucks sake you’re practically pushing her onto me. She doesn’t want this. She’s uncomfortable. Dammit. Fuck. Shit.’ Hoshiumi was goofing around and accidently pushed Y/n over onto Kageyama who caught her.

“Oh I’m sorry Y/n.” Hoshiumi apologized.

“It’s okay. No damage done.” Y/n sighs and moves back onto the booth.

“Stop goofing around.” Kageyama’s tone was harsh and both Y/n and Hoshiumi flinched. Kageyama instantly regretted speaking.

“Hi, my name is Cherry. Can I take your order?”

“Uhh yeah one moment.” Sokolov says realizing the tension in the air was thick.

“Can I start you guys off with something to drink?”

“Vegan strawberry milkshake.” Kageyama and Y/n say at the same time. They both looked at each other as all eyes drew to them.

“Sure thing.”

“Ugh yeah.” Y/n nods and looks at Ushijima who had gone back to studying the menu.

After ordering they went back to an awkward silence. Till Y/n couldn’t bear it anymore, after realizing no one was going to break it she decided she had to.

“So you guys are here for a game right?”

“Oh yeah against the Jackals!” Hoshiumi responds.

“Oh you mean Shoyo’s team!” Y/n chirps up.

“You know Hinata?” Hoshiumi asks, eyes twinkling.

“Yeah, we were good friends. Oh I know Bokuto and Atsumu too. They're dating my friend.”

“Wait both of them?!?!”

“Genesis’s dating four of them I think. Hinata, Bokuto, Akaashi and Atsumu. Right?” Kageyama says deeply in thought.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure. Genesis is only dating them.” Y/n nods.

“Four?!? People?!” the table erupts.

“Yeah.” Kageyama, Ushijima and Y/n all say confused expressions on their faces.

“I-okay. Then.” Romero says, baffled by how nonchalant they were about it.

“That is not normal.” Kageyama scowled at Sokolov for saying such a thing.

“So? They are happy.” Kageyama’s tone was quite sour and the conversation died down quickly.

“My bad. You’re right.” Sokolov nods.

“How is Hinata dating four people and I can’t even get one!!” Hoshiumi groans and the table laughs.

“You’re too annoying.” Ushijima nods.

“Toshi.” Y/n gasps, then looks over at the now deflated Hoshiumi. “Don’t listen to him. You just haven’t found the right person that’s all.”

“Y/n you are a goddess. Why is your brother so mean to me?” Hoshiumi asks while holding Y/n’s hand.

“I don’t know.” Y/n pats his head and glares over at Ushijima. “Toshi, that wasn’t very nice.”

“But is it not true?”

“No! Toshi? People like people. That’s it. He just hasn’t found his person yet.”

“That makes no sense.” Ushijima responds.

“Yes it does, don’t you and (Cherry Soda!Y/n) like each other?”

“Well no…” The table went silent for a minute before Ushijima spoke again. “We love each other.”

“Sometimes I wonder how we are related.”

“You were adopted.”

“That would make sense.” Y/n chuckles rolling her eyes.

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imagine sending ur nudes to e by accident omg the next day he’d be imagining you naked and eventually you two fuck🥵

oh my gosh you would be lounging around talking to your best girl friend or something, often times sending her your risqué photos when you’re feeling down about yourself. she always has the best hype up messages when you’re feeling like a swamp creature. you’re really just pacifying your boredom from being stuck inside for a ridiculously long amount of time - not wanting to go into the sweltering heat of the upcoming summer. you had a habit of overheating and making yourself sick.

usually you’re good at looking at the contact name before you send something so exposed to her, giving yourself the comfirmation before hitting send. but today just had to be the one day your finger hit the send button too fast, your eyes flicking up in panick mode to read “E ❤️” at the top of the screen.

fuck.

you’re sitting on your bed at this point hyperventilating, about to pass out, dizzy as hell, nauseous, genuinely not good. you’d never sent him anything like those pictures before. and that was the thing, it wasn’t just one it was several pictures of your naked body to your best guy friend. you’re very hot, best guy friend. you look over the set of photos you’d sent: you’re laying back on your bed in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, breasts on display, sunlight trickling across your abdomen and perky nipples, a golden glow touching your skin. the panties were honestly nothing but a piece of pathetic fabric that could be compared to dental floss - you know if you turned around you’re ass would be bare as it could be.

you never had any intention of sending them to anyone - as your not speaking to anyone romantically at the moment. truth is you’ve been hooked on a certain someone for a while. the same certain someone you just accidentally sent your nudes to. how convenient.

honestly i imagine him to be shell-shocked. maybe he was mid-conversation with grayson, unlocked his phone at your notification, and sat frozen and speechless while he stared down at the screen - your breasts sitting pretty for his eyes only. grayson would be pausing at his silence, questioning him on why he’s sitting there like he’s “waiting to catch flies” in his mouth. ethans cheeks would heat to an unbearable temperature, not believing what he’s seeing - his best friend - naked and biting the tip of her fingernail.

throuought both the day and night you hear no response from ethan, total dead silence. it made you more nervous than if we were to send back a simple “wrong number?” or “huh?” ...silence. did he like it? did he hate it? did he just not see it? you knew better than that judging at the read receipt that stared you in the face on the screen, only making you heart race faster.

it was a night of little sleep for the both of you, neither one knowing of the filthy thoughts running through the others head. ethan tossed and turned in his bed that night, knowing he would see you tomorrow for session with grayson. you’re a personal trainer, hence how you met and became so close with the twins. it had been a year since you started working with grayson, not really seeing the reason because he already was well off, as well as ethan. but you never made a complaint, helping and instructing anyway that you can. you became friends instantly, most of the time making it a hangout session rather than a trainer/trainee situation.

you had kept your eyes on ethan since the day you showed up at their house for the first session, breath caught in your throat when he opened up the door with a dazzling smile, lips stretched tight across his teeth. he was gorgeous, you wouldn't deny that. yes, grayson was handsome, and yes they were identical twins - but you fell in love with ethans heart quickly. nothing ever came from it, teasing, friendly banter. it was strictly friends. but you’d always felt something brewing beneath the surface, too scared to let him know you wanted something more. head over heels was an understatement. shit the guy couldn't even hug you without your heart doing flips inside of your head.

you’d given up hope about a month ago, bummed out that despite your subtle advances, he was a lost cause. he showed his love in his own way, trying his hardest to make you see he felt it, he felt all of it. lost in translation, your love was. the hugs became less frequent, the teasing still showed up, but less flirty. it broke him bit by bit until he finally accepted that he’d lost something he never really had in the first place. he backed off, tried to discipline himself to think of you as just a friend - until those pictures popped up on his phone.

there he was, laying in bed with his hand wrapped around himself, eyes glued to the picture of your perky breasts, god you were gorgeous. fuck the plan, he thought, tugging up and down his length with a tight fist - trying to keep quiet in fear of grayson hearing him. across town, you were doing the same - rubbing a hand at your mound, thinking of him thinking about you. you had no knowledge of it actually being true, but just the thought of him seeing you so exposed and dare you say sexy in a set of photos really did something to you.

the next day was terrifying for both of you, neither wanting to mention your little accident first, both wanted to play dumb and just hope it disappeared in time.

until you caught up watching you during your squats, not in a way he has ever before, his eyes were drinking you in. in a hungry way. not observant, not innocent, but dirty. you tried to ignore the wetness in between your thighs, keeping your eyes on grayson, watching his form, telling him to straighten up every so often, cracking a joke in hopes it would get ethan to stop staring at you and laugh along. but he kept his eyes focused on you, knuckles white on the edge of the bench he sat on.

okay, if he wants to stare, so will you.

turning your head to look at him was a bold move, his eyes focusing on your mouth instead of your chest - his bottom lip popping free from his teeth. was he, checking you out? he’d never been so bold about it before. you watched each other close while you continued your squats, eyes trained on his the entire time. you thanked the heavens you put your hair in a ponytail, it was far too hot in this gym and you knew you would look like a monster if your hair was any other way.

“okay...fuck...my legs feel like jello,” grayson giggles, plopping onto his butt after hitting just above 300 squats. you would never recommend doing that many, but he had a weird goal in mind, so you figured if he was going to do it, might as well help him doing it the correct and healthy way.

“mine too,” you agreed, sitting down yourself. with your face as red as ever with ethan’s eyes staring at you, you took a sip from your water bottle, smiling at the cold water traveling down your throat. it felt good to have a hard workout.

“I think i’m going to eat something before we go again, you want something?” grayson’s offering his hand to you, nodding when you shake your head to turn him down. if you ate now you might throw up from the nerves running like crazy through your body, your stomach a pit of butterflies. not the best idea to shove food into the mix.

“i’ll catch up with you in a bit,” ethan speaks up, watching his brother leave the room before turning his eyes back on you.

“so are we really gonna talk about it or are you just gonna stare at me like you've never seen tits before?” bold move.

“why did you send them to me? that is what I wanna know.” he ignores your question, coming back with his own.

“accident.”

“lie,” he challenges you with a cocky smirk, raising from his position on the bench,

“I meant to send them to Amanda, not you, don't get cocky,” you’re really testing the waters, knowing damn well everything spilling from your mouth is a load of bullshit. even Amanda, whom you told of your little mishap, screamed blood murder over the phone, insisting the mistake was in fact fate and not happenstance.

he’s still smirking, standing tall in front of you. he had been pretty much silent through the workout with grayson, off on his own most of the time. you didn't mind, knowing it was probably weird for him at least for now. so you let him be, focusing on grayson for the rest of the day. but this...this was new.

“you’re awfully bold for someone that showed no interest in me any other time,” you point out, shrugging like you made the most valid point ever.

“maybe you read the signs wrong babe.” that fucking pet name.

“i’m pretty sure I didn't. anyways why does it matter? it was a mistake and now we can forget about it and move on know that we’ve acknowledged it,” you nod to yourself. it seems fair considering you're about to burst into flames at how close he’s standing to you. you know deep down you’ll never be able to forget about it.

“I don't think I want to,” he mutters, his seductive tone taking your breath away. looking up at him, only caused your heart to beat faster, he looked serious. you’ve never heard his voice so calm.

“well...you have to. we are bestfriends,” you stutter, standing to your feet in an attempt to back away.

“best friends who like each other,” he drones on, keeping his eyes locked steady on yours.

“fat chance.”

“best friends who want to fuck each other...” he’s inching closer, grabbing at the bare skin of your waist to bring himself closer to you. you almost scream in surprised as his hand comes to clamp over your mouth, arm reaching behind you to crack the door open, staring into the hallway with that same devilish smirk.

“hey gray?!” he shouts, hand still cupped over your mouth. his other hand returns to your side, thumb rubbing back and forth across your skin. you’re surprised at the reaction from your body, your pussy clenching tightly around nothing, the aching becomes less bearable.

“yeah?” his voice echoes from down the hallway, sounding busy and disinterested.

“I think we are out of almond milk, you mind running to the store real quick? please?” his tone has switched to one you know well, the one he uses when he tries to manipulate his little brother into getting his way. you would swat at him if his fingers weren't dancing along the inside of your thigh right now, dangerously close to your clothed heat.

“why can't you?” grayson whines, still far enough down the hallway he couldn't see into the room. if he could...i’m sure he would be just as confused as you are.

“because I asked you,” he points out, chuckling at the annoyed groan he gets in return.

“you paying?”

“it’s not like we have the same bank account or anything fuck face. but you want to use my card it’s in my wallet on the counter. thank you bro.” with that he’s shutting the door, with his hand still moving between your legs, he removes his other from your mouth, instead wrapping it in your hair - loosening your ponytail.

“look at you...so small and innocent...like you didn't send me filthy pictures of you last night,” he hums, leaning close to kiss at your neck, “i bet you touched yourself at the thought of me looking at them huh?” he whispers hot in your ear, tongue poking out to lick at your lobe slowly, sucking it into his mouth before it pops free.

you are drenched, not registering the nod you give him, wanting to slap yourself for being so easy.

“so are we done pretending or do i need to convince you more? he won’t be gone forever.” his fingers cup your cunt through your leggings, rubbing his fingers across you to cause a friction that makes you tense in his arms, grasping at his biceps in shock. his hands feel much better than your own.

you realize how quickly you’re grabbing at the back of his neck too late, bringing him down to seal your lips together perfectly. the kiss is passionate, more passionate that it really should be for being so sudden. it was filled with longing and need, something you’ve been experiencing towards him for quite some time.

he is sighing against your lips, shuddering at how good your skin feels under his fingertips, hungry for more than just a kiss.

he’s growing frustrated quickly, stopping with a huff and holding your face close.

“i wanna talk, i do, about what the fuck is going on. but i can’t wait...need you now,” he explains, eyes never breaking away from your own. you understand his need perfectly, it matches with your own.

“we can talk later,” you nod at him, seemingly giving him the green light to pick you up by your hips with a squeal falling from your mouth. your back meets the semi-plush cushion of the bench press, staring up at your bestfriend hovering dangerously close to your face. he’s got this smile you’ve only ever seen a few times, when he’s so utterly happy he can’t contain himself. it makes you melt to think that this is one of those moments for him. with a quick peck to your lips, he’s lowering down onto his knees, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your leggings, pulling down slowly.

“for the meantime...gonna fuck you so good.”

#asks #e!concepts #ethan!concepts #this felt pointless and stupid #but i hope you like it #best friend to lover is my FAVORITE thing of life #if you want me to continue i can

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