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ash5monster01 · 3 months

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Learning to Love Part 10

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: 18+, langauge, angst, fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, fake relationship, eventual smut, minor enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: It's not uncommon for you to be shamed for your size, it is however uncommon to be told that no one would ever date you because of it. Rafe on the other hand is used to being called a jerk, that is until he is accused of seeing people for only what's on the surface. It's purely coicidental you two meet right after these accusations are thrown your way. So even though you two don't know each other, and probably never would've looked the others way before this, now you're both going to prove a point. It's simple really, prove others wrong and don't fall in love. Easier said than done.

word count: 2.1k

Part 9 ←→ Epilogue

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When Rafe had received that text and the realization settled he instantly called you. The tragic thing about that was the phone didn’t even ring before informing him he could no longer contact this number. You had blocked him and he had absolutely no idea as to why. He had just slept with you, had the best night of his life, and was determined to make this thing real. After that night it had to be real. Yet something happened between then and now and he wasn’t entirely sure what. He woke up with you missing and a dead phone. He decided to get some work done and now you no longer wanted to be with him.

Had he taken things too far? Were you drunk and felt like he had taken advantage of you? Maybe you were drunk and hadn’t intended to ever sleep with him and regretted it. Rafe was drunk too, but there was no way in hell he could forget that night after yearning for it for so long. The sounds you made and the way you tasted was burned in his mind and now you just expected him to forget about you? Move on and find the girl of his dreams when he already had her? Yeah right.

So Rafe was now on a mission. Determined to change your mind which is why he drives to the bar and stumbles his way inside. It’s towards the end of the lunch rush but when he spots Mila behind the bar, he instantly perks up and rushes towards her. When she spots him the glare she gives could burn him entirely. So Rafe slows his pace but still moves towards her in search of answers he’s so desperate for.

“She’s not here!” Mila says over the touch too loud music filling the bar. She wiped the counter, not daring to look him in the eye.

“Then where is she Mila?” Rafe fires back and the brunette girl rolls her eyes before dropping the rag and looking up. Her arms cross over her chest in defensive and Rafe feels guilty even though he is still unsure of what he has done.

“I’m not telling you, she wants to be alone” Mila tells him, starting to work on a drink for a customer who has flagged her for another.

“Why Mila? We were fine, I was going to come see her after work. We, we had a good night. Everything was going so well. I don’t know what went wrong!” Rafe argued and as Mila passed the drink to a customer she finally saw the distraught look on his face. All she knew is he had done something wrong. All you had said was you’d explain everything to her later but she knew that look in his eyes. He loved you and was panicking because you cut him off with no explanation. A famous move of yours to avoid confrontation.

“Look Rafe, I know as much as you don’t want to hear it but when Y/N decides something like this it comes with reason. When I get home tonight I’m gonna figure out exactly what you did even if you don’t know it. Until then, give her space. Take the rest of your Sunday and just relax” Rafe could tell she was being sincere. Her eyes held care for the both of them in this moment and as much as Rafe would lose his mind spending the rest of the day wondering what he did wrong, he was going to respect Mila’s wishes.

“Just, promise to text me. Please, she blocked me and I need to know what I did” he pleaded and Mila sighed before grabbing her phone and unlocking it.

“I’ll take your phone number but I can’t promise a text. If she doesn’t want me to contact you I’m going to respect that. She’s my friend first” Mila says with a stern tone and Rafe nods as he grabs her phone and anxiously types his number in. He fights everything in him to not text himself so he’d have her number as well and hands it back across the bar. He wanted to respect you as much as he could.

“I really care for her you know, it was always real” and he knows Mila doesn’t understand what he’s saying but she nods as Rafe turns to leave the bar and somehow survive the rest of the day without you.

It’s late when Mila finally walks through the door to your shared home. Randy was kind enough to drop her off even after he was kind enough to cover your shift. Mila couldn’t thank him enough. She’s forgotten all about it though the minute she finds you curled up on the couch with tears streaming down your cheeks. She knew you were upset, with the way you had cried on the phone, and told her you were going home. So she doesn’t ask any questions while she sits beside you and pulls you into her arms.

“It was fake you know?” you whisper out after a moment, voice raspy with tears.

“What was?” she asks, a hand running through your hair and providing a sense of comfort.

“Me and Rafe, we were fake dating. We made an agreement so it was never real” you whisper to her, your hands coming to brush some tears away which was useless since more came.

“I don’t understand, why would you need to fake date?” she questions and you sigh as you turn and look at her with glossy eyes.

“I just wanted to show the people around me that I was good enough to be someone’s girlfriend and he wanted to prove he dated girls for more than just their looks” the way your voice cracks tells Mila you had carried that burden with you to whole time. Knowing Rafe didn’t find you attractive and was using you to prove a point. Yet maybe that wasn’t entirely true, not after the hundreds of times she’s seen the way he looks at you. Even today when panicking about losing you.

“But, you guys had sex. Why would you sleep with him if you weren’t really together?” and you don’t have to answer with the way your eyes search her own. It’s written all over your face. You fell in love. You can’t say it out loud.

“What happened when you went back there?” she asks after pulling you into a hug and the harsh words you had overheard return to your mind.

“He wasn’t home so I went to his work. A coworker of his was with him, a girl he had previously dated. She was questioning him about me, saying it didn’t make sense. Then she mentioned their sex life in present tense. He had been sleeping with another girl the whole time. The last thing I heard him say was he was never attracted to big girls-“ you take a few heavy breaths, wiping the tears from your eyes before continuing. “We slept together, I thought it was real. That there was a chance we could actually be together and instead I was just another notch on the bedpost. Some one to get him off all while I trusted him”

“Oh my God, Y/N you should have told me it wasn’t real from the start! I could’ve helped you, gotten you out of this before all of this happened” she tells you with sincerity and you shake your head. Sleeping with someone was the test of ultimate trust for you and Rafe had broken that. The sad part was, it didn’t change how you felt. You still loved him even when you knew you shouldn’t.

“It’s okay Mila, I don’t regret it. Not entirely. I got to feel exactly what it was like to be loved for who I am even if it was fake. At least it felt real” and Rafe’s words ring through Mila’s head. Quickly the realization dawns on her. It was always real. You had to of misunderstood, missed some context to the conversation. Rafe said himself that it was real for him too.

“You know you deserve to be loved just the way you are? It doesn’t have to be fake” Mila tells you and as much as you want the words to be true they’re not. Yet you do what you’ve always become accustomed to when someone says this.

“Thanks Mila” and you hug her because the sentiment is cherished but after a long time of never being accepted for who you are, even the words from the people closest to you can become meaningless. After all how can you believe her when what she just said had never become true?

“Want me to stay up, we can watch a movie and make ice cream sundaes!” she offers and even though you know she’ll do it you can see the exhaustion on her face. You knew better than anyone exactly what it was like to work in that bar. So you give her a soft shake of your head.

“Don’t worry about it, I kind of want to be alone. Get some sleep” you tell her and she pouts before nodding, standing, and stretching her arms.

“If you need me, you know where to find me” she says before leaning and kissing your head. “I love you Y/N”

“I love you too Mila” you returns and she smiles before shuffling down the hallway where she more than likely would fall asleep before she could even change out of her work clothes.

Now left alone in the dark you click on the TV, surfing channels in hopes to find a romcom with a happy ending or even a sad one. You weren’t entirely sure what you wanted at the moment. That is until your phone vibrates to life, the screen illuminating your face. You can’t help but be hopeful it’s Rafe but how could it be when you had spent an afternoon blocking him on everything you had, tears blurring your vision, and making it hard to see the screen. Instead it’s an unknown number, one you had forgotten about.

unknown number

You debate even texting back, knowing you’ve been sad all day but isn’t this was you and Rafe had agreed upon. Seeing others and finding the one. You and him were officially done and never real so why should it matter if you pursue Tanner right away. You deserved to be happy after all, even if it would take a while to stop loving Rafe. So you respond to the text anyway.

It’s flirty, sure, but what did you have to lose?

Tanner

And you find yourself giggling at your phone, feeling giddy for the first time since Rafe and the first time for real in a while. Your heart may be broken but at least you were confident that you could move on. Not all hope was lost and wasn’t that comfort enough? You had been strong this whole time, lived a whole life yearning for the kind of love you deserved, and at least there was still time. It would just have to do for now.

Mila hadn’t gone right to bed though, she knew what she had to do. Yes she was upset with Rafe but she was fully confident most of this was misunderstanding. Maybe it was all fake but Mila had watched you two, seen the way you looked at each other and heard the way you laughed. You trusted him and he trusted you, it was fake but how much could you truly pretend in a relationship like that? So even though she hadn’t promised anything she pulled her phone out anyway.

She didn’t need to say who she was. She knew Rafe would know when he received that text into the late hours of the night. What she hadn’t expected was his immediate response back.

Rafe

And maybe Mila didn’t know Rafe as well as you but reading this text she knew it to be true. It’s possible Rafe had broken many promises in a lifetime but this is one she knew he’d keep.

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kakujis · 8 months

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what do i call you?;

summary: oliver thinks you'll be easy, just like the other girls he's slept with. but things are different when you don't cave in like he wants. pt 1 | 2

warnings: college!au, afab!fem reader, fratboy!oliver, wildcard!kunigami, this one is a bit angsty, oliver is actually a big softie, situationships, implied fwb with kunigami + karasu, one sided pining (oliver), oral f!receiving, praise, pet names, p*ssyjob, swearing, mentions of drinking, reader is confused on her feelings, if i missed anything lmk, around 7.1k

an: this took me literal months... send help. well, it's finally here! after months of sitting in my drafts half written, i was able to finish it. if the smut is bad, i'm sorry idk how i did it before LMFAO. thanks to zen for letting me ramble about this in their dms for months. tbh i think this is the longest fic i've written so far and ofc it's about this guy LOL. also, i may or may not have a mini playlist for this so lmk if u any of u would like the link :>. resident of: @enchantedforest-network

the first time you “meet” oliver aiku, it’s the morning after you were a drunken mess on your best friend’s back. it’s not that he’s surprised to see someone that isn’t sendou shuto in his kitchen, it’s the fact that you’re not walking out yet. instead, you fix yourself a bowl of cereal, barely paying any mind to the brunette watching you. before he can speak you leave, padding back to sendou’s room.

the second time happens when he catches a glimpse of you in the library with karasu tabito. your arms hanging around his shoulders in a back hug, as you peer down at his laptop. he notes the proximity and nonchalant demeanor of karasu, typing away while he talks to you about his latest class, even with your cheek pressed against his. maybe you’re his girlfriend, he thinks, before shrugging and moving on.

the third time happens when you stumble down a hallway at a party, bumping into him as you giggle out a quick, “sorry!” but kunigami rensuke isn’t far behind, grabbing your hand and scolding you before he offers an half assed apology as well. he doesn’t think much of it, preoccupied by his own date, until he sees kunigami pick you up as you babble in his ear about something.

the official meeting is when you’re having a movie night with sendou at his dorm again. your head lays in the red head’s lap, texting your friends as you give distracted “mhm”s to whatever sendou’s saying.

“are you even paying attention?” sendou asks, eyes flickering between you and the screen. before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“sen, i really don’t care about whichever gravure idol you’re into right now.” you reply, before your lips curve up into a smile at whatever text you’re reading.

for once, he’s unsure what this feeling is inside him. is it jealousy? awe? he can’t pinpoint the reason why his dual toned eyes always trail to you, taking in your pretty form. but he’s oliver aiku, he could probably get into your pants if he tried hard enough.

he slides down onto the couch, slinging an arm over sendou. “whatcha watchin’?” he’s not really paying attention to what’s on the tv, their voices muffled as he notes your form through his peripheral.

the red-head shrugs, “some romcom that she picked out and isn’t even watching.” he pokes your head, “at least introduce yourself.”

“mm?” you hum, moving your phone away to peek up at oliver. from the way you’re positioned you’re viewing him upside down. you readjust, twisting and pushing yourself up onto your knees, leaning over with one outstretched hand. “hi, i’m y/n.”

“you’re blocking the screen!” sendou exclaims, but you don’t move, eyes locked on the brunette across from you.

oliver tries his best not to leer, really, but he drinks you up with his eyes. it’s hard not to since you’re wearing a shirt that’s clearly too big with the way it falls off one shoulder. he thinks you’d look pretty underneath him and wonders if you make even prettier sounds.

he reaches over to shake your hand, to sendou’s dismay, and maybe it’s cliche but he swears he feels a spark for the very first time. it’s something that gets his heart racing, something new and exciting.

“i’m oliver, nice to officially meet you.”

the upcoming months blur and melt into each other, there’s not much to be noted. beyond you coming over every so often to hang out with sendou, what is there beyond soccer practice, classes half paid attention to, and meaningless hookups? frat parties? sure, you both attend them. with each other? not necessarily.

no, you continue to evade oliver aiku’s grasp.

“i can’t,” the text reads, “i promised to go with kunigami.”

he frowns, before typing back: “maybe next time then?”

“maybe.”

it’s fine, he thinks, fixing himself another cup of alcohol. he’ll find another girl, it’s easy. but even the ones he’s been with before, the ones who always answer his texts for a quick fuck are starting to bore him.

it doesn’t help that when you arrive you look so good or that you excitedly greet everyone with a smile and a hug. his hands always linger on the small of your back until you pull away, scampering back over to your date.

it’s confusing, you swear up and down that you aren’t dating kunigami, but anyone would think you’re with him. especially when your arms are always laced around him, body pressed against his as the two of you talk. he’s always wondered what you could possibly be talking about, kunigami isn’t much for words let alone full blown conversations. but maybe he’s like oliver, fallen deep for how easy it is to talk to you.

seconds tick into minutes, which turn to hours and before either of you knows it, you’re tipsy, lips curled into a smile as you giggle and shout while your friends play beer bong. he leans against the wall with sendou, trying his best to not stare.

“you could try talking to her more.” his friend says, breaking the silence between the two. “or are you just gonna stare at her forever?”

“is she with kunigami or not?” he asks, ignoring the question, “every time i ask her out i get turned down.”

“yeah, i dunno either, she doesn’t really answer that.” sendou replies, taking another sip of his beer. “i think she’s just messing around, if that helps.”

if that helps - oliver is pretty sure it doesn’t, but he knows sendou isn’t going to tell him everything. still, the vague response pisses him off.

there’s also the fact that the two of you have similar friend groups and that you’re a clingy drunk that throws him off. when he finds you in kunigami’s arms again, dozing away in the crook of his neck, the grip intensifies on his cup, indenting the red plastic. his close friends notice it too, the weight of his stare is heavy as if there’s on a spotlight right where you’re sitting.

but he puts the facade back on when another girl approaches, a welcoming distraction. she’s cute and he recognizes her as being part of his fraternity’s sister sorority. unfortunately, he just can’t focus on her and what she’s saying. his eyes continue to flicker back to you, hot jealousy continuing to bubble in his stomach when he sees kunigami’s hand rub circles on your inner thigh.

the girl is still talking and he’s doing his best to at least nod when she finishes a sentence. but the final straw is when you sleepily smile at kunigami, as he reads your lips, ‘that tickles!’.

“hey,” he interrupts, grabbing the closest friend to him, “could you excuse me for a second? by the way, this is sendou.”

it was brief but for a moment, sendou felt it. the too tight grip on his shoulder and the nails digging into his skin through this cotton tee indicated one thing: jealousy. but before he can speak, oliver’s maneuvering his way through the crowd with a one track mind.

when he makes it over to you, your grip on kunigami’s shirt is so tight as his hand continues snaking it’s way under the hem of your skirt. you’re not sure if the heat is coming from desire or the alcohol swimming through your veins. your gaze is something oliver’s seen before with countless other girls, it’s sweet, but laced with want.

“hey, pretty girl.” he says, voice cutting through the air like a knife.

you tear away from kunigami’s gaze, smiling cutely when you see who it is. “oliver~ hii,” you sing, twisting a little out of the ginger’s grasp to reach your arms out towards him. “come, come.”

his heart thumps against his chest and he moves closer to bend down and give you a side hug. “what’s up?”

“mm, nothin’,” you chime, tilting your head to the side, “just hangin’ out, right rennie?”

rensuke nods, but his eyes are locked on oliver, clearly annoyed at the interruption. his arm finds it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer.

as fast as you make oliver’s heart race, you’re just as quick to make it drop. it’s a nickname and nothing more, right? so why does it feel like he’s going to throw up? something that sounds sweet on your tongue feels sour on his.

there’s something beyond the disdain that he hides behind his forced smile and if oliver's one thing, it’s petty.

“aren’t you a little too drunk, y/n?” he asks, grabbing your arm before pulling you up, maybe it’s the irritation but he almost yanks you out of the ginger’s grip.

it catches rensuke off guard as you stumble up and out of his lap. you’re shaky on your feet, but oliver’s there to replace not only kunigami but any thought inside your pretty head.

if you weren’t so drunk you’d probably notice the hammering of his heart as you wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

“carry me?” you slur and he nods, chest swelling with pride because tonight he won.

“of course, wouldn’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you.” he smirks, leveling his gaze with kunigami.

if he was being honest, he would probably lose if he got into a fight with him. yet, the sweet satisfaction that he can hold onto in this moment overtakes that thought. with your head on his shoulder, you start to doze off, missing the way kunigami stands with balled fists.

“what do you think you’re doing, aiku?” he starts, before moving forward, but oliver steps back.

“making sure y/n’s alright,” he says, “besides you were pretty touchy just now.”

“cause she’s my date.” he states, starting to get irritated with how every step he takes forward oliver takes another back.

“and she’s had too much to drink, right y/n?” you mumble something incoherent and oliver nods. “see?”

the air is tense. not only is oliver edging kunigami on but the group playing beer pong has noticed and quieted down. before things continue to escalate, karasu swings by, wrapping an arm around the wildcard’s shoulders.

“oi, rensuke we need someone to fill in fer otoya.” he says, eyeing oliver as well. if only he could laugh at the irony.

if it isn’t number one and number two. he thinks, recalling the amount of time he’s seen you, arms linked with karasu’s as you wander the halls to your next class. but three is the luckiest number, or so he’ll hope. and besides, hierarchies can always change.

rensuke’s quick to shrug the crow off, the scowl on his face ever present, but tabito doesn’t seem to mind. he’s too focused on the sleeping girl in oliver’s arms.

“well, i don’t really feel like fighting today,” oliver continues, “so we’ll be on our way.” he walks off before the other two can get a word out, nodding to sendou who seems pleased to talk to someone about himself.

there’s only the sound of the shoes on pavement as oliver walks you home. nestled in his arms, you sometimes perk up to mumble something incoherent or make a noise in his ear. he doesn’t mind, the campus is nice and quiet at night.

“oliverr,” you slur out, “where are we goin?”

“home, princess.” he answers, making sure to call you all the nicknames he wants.

“your dorm?” you ask and he swears the red tips of his ears are from the cold. but it’s not cold at all, it’s the middle spring semester.

“if you want?” he jokes, before quickly adding, “nah, yours.” he’s told himself before that if he waits it out, he’ll get to you. but it’s been a few months of this back and forth, where you feel so close yet so far.

“we can’t go to my place!” you whine, “i forgot my key.”

“and where’s your roommate?” he asks, stopping, because he’s realized another thing. he doesn’t even know where your dorm is.

“at the party,” you pout, before pulling away and looking at him. “you’re cute, oliver. you should date her.”

he gives a dry laugh, heart only semi-crushed. you think he’s cute. he’ll take it, especially when it’s beat accelerates further when you push his bangs back.

“sweaty.” you note, before wiping at his brow.

“hey,” he says, knowing that a blush has crept onto his cheeks, “stay on track here. where am i taking you tonight?”

“your place.” you furrow your brow. “how many times do i have to say that?”

“sorry! just making sure.” he says, shrugging before resuming the walk. it’s not too far off course, if there ever was a course to begin with.

you settle back into place, head on his shoulder, and humming to yourself. oliver appreciates the music.

“not gonna take my offer, eh?” you ask, breath tickling his neck. “she’s pretty, funny, but not as funny as me, remember that.”

“i don’t think i’ve met her before, have i?” he asks, scanning his mind of recent memory. truth be told, he can’t recall you showing up with anyone that wasn’t a guy on the soccer team.

“hm? you know everyone.” you counter.

feigning innocence, he asks,“do i?”

“maybe its because you’ve met soo many girls, you don’t remember her.” you retort and he winces inwardly at the disdain clear in your voice.

“c’mon now,” he says, “i really don’t know that many.”

you hum, “mm, i bet if i didn’t show up as often you wouldn’t remember me-”

he’s quick to cut you off, “not true.” it’s too early to say he loves you, maybe infatuated is a better word.

“if you say so,” you sigh, mind still buzzed and muddied. “are we there yet? i’m sleepy.”

“just up the stairs,” he mutters, “feel free to fall asleep.”

when the two of you arrive at the dorm, you’re fast asleep. he tries to move you onto the couch but you continue to cling, grumpy moans coming from you as he tries to pry you off.

“you’ll kill me if you wake up in my bed,” he mutters, so he carries you off to sendou’s room. “here, it’s sen’s bed.”

“don’t go, i need to cuddle with someone,” you mumble, words still slightly slurred, “til sen comes back at least.”

he stills, knee sinking into the mattress, one hand on your back the other on the bed to steady himself. “you’re gonna kill me when you wake up.” he murmurs, but suddenly the perfume you’ve wearing smells really good. so does your hair and even the skin sticky with sweat is appealing. he wants to stay.

“noo, i won’t,” you whisper, the scent of alcohol still heavy in your breath. “promise.”

“…you want me to stay that badly?” he jokes, inwardly cursing at how easy you make him crumble.

he swears his heart nearly stops when you giggle out a “yeah.”

he settles in, maneuvering the two of you so that you’re laying on his chest. you fall back asleep quickly, nuzzling into him while your arm is splayed across him.

it’s comfortable, he thinks, different from the other girls who get up and leave him after sex. not that he ever asks them to stay, actually preferring it when they leave. but he didn’t realize that someone could actually feel this good in his arms.

“i think i’m actually falling in love,” he scoffs in disbelief, before throwing a palm up to his forehead, a grin plastered on his face. “goodnight, princess.”

he’s not surprised that you left before he woke up that morning. what’s actually surprising is how you seem to avoid him more lately afterwards. at least before you’d throw a few snarky remarks his way and listen to him talk for a bit before you’d inevitably wander back to your phone.

it’s been about two weeks since that night and oliver’s got the message enough to leave you alone for most of the time you’re over. even when you come over for a movie night, he’ll try to keep his talks to you at a minimum. sometimes inviting over another teammate to fill up the awkward silences.

even before the incident, he thought that maybe there’s a reason for it. a reason that he contemplates more one day as he watches you from the corner of his eye. there’s a reason why you’ll lay in sendou’s lap and not his, why you’ll hold hands with your other friends and not him, why they get meals while he gets scraps.

he’s got it half right. there’s been too many texts from sendou asking how to get a crying girl out of his dorm, too often have there been “and that’s another one out the dorm,” calls.

there’s a reason you keep him at arms length, why the most affection you’ll do is give him a quick hug. but he feels that you’re chipping down ever so slightly with each hang out, each party, and each “goodnight.”

is that why tonight you don’t follow sendou to his room when he says goodnight? why you awkwardly fiddle with your hands, something he’s noticed you do when you’re nervous. he misses you and he feels a little more ambitious or perhaps insane for thinking that you might miss him too.

he clears his throat, prompting you to peek at him from his side of the couch. “you goin’ to bed?”

to his relief, you shake your head answering, “not yet, you?”

“depends. you want company?” he asks, sliding over to where you’re sitting.

you giggle, something he hasn’t heard from his end in weeks, giving in to his little game. besides, no one else will text you back this late at night, “i don’t know, do i?”

he grins, “i think so.” emboldened, he glides his hand underneath your blanket, before he presses his hand against your thigh. he waits a second to see if you’ll stop him, but you don’t.

his hand trails up until it’s dipping past the waistband of your shorts. he smirks when he feels the wet patch on your undies, “and here i thought you didn’t like me.”

your breath hitches slightly, “what do you mean? i’m always nice to you.”

“thats debatable.” he mumbles, slipping your panties aside to ghost his fingers up and down your slit. “especially lately, you don’t even wanna look at me.”as he’s about to sink a finger in, you jolt forward, grabbing his wrist.

“wait!” you gasp, chest heaving. he stops, just like you ask, never having seen you so flustered before.

“waiting.” he says, doing his best to not have his mind too muddied by the heaviness in his pants.

“i don’t want to.. um, i don’t think we should fuck.” you stumble over your words, unable to take your eyes off his hand.

he blinks, “okay.” he won’t push it. retreating, he tries to sit back, but you don’t remove the grip on his wrist. “uh, are you gonna-“

“we could… do other things though.” you mumble, but you release his hand and push it away anyway. “actually, nevermind.”

he grins, finally getting it. “so you want me to finger you, is that it?”

“do you have to put it that way?” you groan, laying back and covering your face with your hands.

“finger fucking?” he jokes, but he’s slinking back forward, his hand traveling back to it’s rightful spot.

you groan again, but not without spreading your legs for him and he smiles.

“not gonna talk to me?” he continues, one thumb slowly stroking your cunt through the fabric of your panties.

“do you want me to change my mind?” you answer, muffled by the sleeves of your hoodie.

“please don’t,” he laughs, before tugging at your clothing. “can i?”

you nod again and he’s quick to pull them off. it’s his turn to lose his breath, lost in how pretty your folds glisten for him.

change of plans, he thinks as he levels himself down onto the bed.

“oliver?” you call, peeking through your fingers again.

“as long as we don’t fuck right?” he asks, licking his lips and you can read the anticipation clear on his face. but he’ll wait for you to say yes, like a dog on a leash.

you nod again, the both of your hearts hammering as you do and he dives in. he starts slow to savor it, his tongue moving with long languid strokes between your folds.

he knew you’d taste good, but not this good. even better are the noises you make, well the ones you’re trying to hide. he glances up at you, your face contorted as you bite down on the sleeve of your jacket. a heavy blush creeps onto his face, you’re so pretty.

you arch your back as he slides his tongue over your clit, bringing his fingers up to prod at your opening. he continues to work his tongue over your already swollen clit, suckling out mewls from your lips. when he sinks his fingers in, your jaw drops as you gasp out a “fuck!”

covering your mouth again, you whimper as he picks up the pace. he wants to hear that pretty voice again, so he curls his digits up inside your gummy walls and to his delight, you sob out again.

by now he’s realizing he actually has shit self control. pushing your clothing up, he pulls off your already swollen clit, readjusting himself as he starts to leave sloppy kisses up the expanse of your belly.

“i wanna hear you, i wanna see you,” he mumbles, latching onto your neck and sucking in a mark. “besides, sendou’s asleep.” he actually has no clue if his best friend’s asleep, he’s just so high on you that he doesn’t care.

“take me to your room then,” you whimper, conceding, breathless and squirming. he smiles against the crook of your neck before removing his fingers from your cunt. he picks you up fast, scooping you up as you tremble in his embrace.

he practically sprints to his room, slamming the door shut before throwing you into his bed. you scramble to take the rest of your clothes off. he wanted to see, remember?

you tug on his shirt, it’s only fair if you take your clothes off that he does too. “hey… take this off.”

“i thought we weren’t fucking?” he laughs, but you raise a brow.

“do we need to fuck if we’re naked?” you scoff, but in reality, you feel a bit too exposed.

he grins, shrugging, “nah.” then he’s quick to take off his own before pushing you down. “let me finish eating, yeah?”

you settle back, sighing out a breathless, “yeah.”

with your legs spread so nicely, it’s easy for him to get back to work. he spreads your eager folds with his thumbs, admiring your pretty pussy before spitting down a lob of saliva. you jolt at the feeling, but he uses an arm to keep you still. he has work to do. his tongue begins lapping back at your folds before diving into your cunt, slurping at the arousal leaking onto his sheets.

oliver’s not typically a giver, maybe having only given a couple times in all of hookups. but this was different, he could probably eat you out for hours if you could stay a twitching, mewling mess underneath. perhaps he was starving, growling as he pulls you in even closer and you find your hands in his hair.

as his name leaves your lips like a chant, he continues to tongue fuck you, your slick trailing down his chin. your core burns as you grind onto him, chasing after your release, his stubble lightly scratching across your skin.

he switches, latching back onto your clit with nimble fingers working their way inside you. “cum for me, baby.” he murmurs, curling his fingers up again just how you like it. “you’re so fucking good for me, you know that?”

“s-shut up,” you sob, but the praise hits in all the right places as you arch your back. another indication that you like it is the harsher pull on his strands, a string of obscenities leaving your mouth.

“aw, i’m just tryna make you feel good,” he muses as he hears your first frustrated noise from pulling away. “close huh?”

“oliver, please.” you whimper, brow furrowed as you gaze down at him. you’re so close, but just his fingers scissoring you isn’t enough.

he tilts his head, “please what?” he asks, and you wonder when he got so fucking bold. “use your words.” maybe it’s the blood rushing straight to his head that’s got him out of sorts, but for the first time he’s got you where he wants you. he may be the one caged between your thighs, but you're the one that’s stuck in his web, begging for release.

his fingers continuously moving in and out of you makes your eyelids flutter, especially when he picks up the pace. “i wanna cum, please,” you beg, “please, please, please.”

he laughs out an “that wasn’t so hard right?”, before he’s back onto your bundle of nerves. he seeks out the friction of the bed for his own pleasure, his cock hard and heavy as he grinds out against the sheets.

right now though, the focus is on you. the focus is the way your thighs clench closer together, boxing him in, letting him know when what he does is good. it’s the way you greedily grind up into his face, tumbling his name off your lips like it’s the only thing you know how to say.

you finally burst when oliver murmurs, “so fucking good for me,” his breath hot on your clit. he finger fucks you through your orgasm, continuously praising you, “good job, beautiful, that’s it.”

you pant, pushing at his hand when you’ve started to get overstimulated. he slips out, but pushes you back when you start to reach for his cock. you watch with doe eyes as he smears your slick across his cock, stroking himself.

“keep your legs open.” he says, eyes lidded. “i won’t fuck you, don’t worry.” he reassures when he sees your eyes widen more.

you comply, still slightly twitching from your orgasm, when he settles himself between your folds again. he’s not far off, not when he’s been drunk off the sound and taste of you. but the wetness between your folds has his head spinning. he slips so easily between them, he wishes he could just slide into you, but he’s good at keeping his promises.

he uses one hand to keep his cockhead pressed firmly against you. you think it’s messy, his hand covered in arousal, precum, and saliva but you’re both a little mesmerized by the scene. the two of you make eye contact and he breathes out, “you’re so beautiful.”

“stop complimenting me,” you pout, before you’re pulling him down to rest his forehead against yours. “or else i’ll kill you.”

“i thought you were gonna say you’d fall in love with me,” he muses, lips barely ghosting over yours as he continues to rut in between your folds.

“in your dreams, oliver.” you murmur, but you tilt up and kiss him anyway. you taste yourself on him but can’t seem to care, as his tongue slips in to intertwine with yours.

that’s enough to set him off, shuddering as he comes undone on your belly. white hot ropes paint your skin and you pull away, lips swollen. you fall back on the bed, the only sound the two of you panting.

oliver lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling. he brings his hand up, staring at his sticky fingers covered in fluid.

“gross,” you cringe and he peeks over at you. “clean me up?”

“sure.” he’s quick to get up, grabbing a box of tissues by his bed.

“all men are the same.” you groan, but there’s a smile dancing on your face.

“yeah, this is the brand sendou and i prefer.” he jokes and you smack him playfully. he uses the tissues to clean his hand first before moving onto you, scooping up the remnants of what just happened. he pauses when he moves lower, looking at you.

are we… anything? he wants to ask, but he bites his tongue when he notices you staring back. he cleans up the rest, before asking, “so, what now?”

“i’m gonna shower, that’s what.” you say, pushing yourself up and grabbing your clothes. you don’t put them on, there’s no point since both the guys in this dorm have seen all of you.

as you turn the knob to leave, he asks, “can i join you?”

you scoff, shooting him a look. “absolutely not.”

he figured you’d say that.

it’s only 8pm on a saturday when sendou’s phone blows up.

“sorry,” he says, reading the letters of your name across the screen. “i gotta take this.”

it’s a rare night in, oliver’s own phone buzzing with “where are you?” texts from his friends. he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you, the way you squirmed and moaned for him was enough to set him over. falling further into the sticky web of your hold.

when sendou walks back in, the expression on his face is mixed with concern and confusion.

“something happen?” oliver asks, pausing the movie.

“uhh.. yeah i think so.” sendou answers, scratching the back of his neck. “i think y/n’s coming over.”

there’s confusion washed over the brunette’s features. he’s not sure why this visit is so concerning, you’ve changed your mind before. saying no to movie night yet coming over unannounced anyway.

sendou sighs, “don’t freak out when she gets here.” he’s not an idiot. he’s seen basically every spare glance that oliver’s thrown your way, the schedule modifications to come home more often to see you, the way his smile lingers on you when you do almost anything. he sees the way oliver deflates when you’re with someone else, it’s quick when it happens, almost uncatchable.

“and why would i do that?” he’s joking, but the knot in his stomach is turning. what is it? you’re coming over to tell them all about your great fuckin’ date with rensuke? even after almost sleeping together, you still ran right back to kunigami when he called for you.

sendou rolls his eyes, before repeating himself, “seriously. don’t.”

oliver throws his arms up in surrender, “okay, okay.”

when do you barge in you’re in the same hoodie you wore the night you came undone under oliver’s mouth. the nervous smile on his face falls when he hears you sniffling. when the two of you make eye contact, your puffy red-lines eyes looking into his, he feels something break.

you blink, and then you blink again, as you try to fight back the tears that eagerly wish to spill. instinctively, you tug at the sleeves of your sweater trying to self-soothe yourself. you try to speak multiple times, only to stop and let out little huffs of air. it hurts too much.

sendou speaks first, gently rubbing your back as he guides you over to the couch. “hey… take some deep breaths.” you shake your head, balling your hands into fists as you continue to cry.

“want me to leave?” oliver asks, as much as he doesn’t want to, he knows you’re more comfortable when he’s not around. to both his and sendou’s surprise, you shake your head again, reaching out to him with trembling hands.

he sits closer and you lean down to lay in his lap, “l-let me cry here.” you mumble, grabbing his hand and placing it on the top of your head. “rub my head.”

oliver can’t help but laugh a little bit, “sure.” he nods over to sendou, whose eyes could possibly launch from their sockets. “hey, you heard her, rub her back.”

“pretty sure she said ‘head’” he retorts, but starts doing it anyway. while sendou’s eyes wander the room, sometimes glancing at the remote wondering if he should start the movie back up; oliver’s are glued on you.

he cards through your hair, eyes soft on your hiccuping form. he thinks you feel like his girlfriend, maybe if someone else saw, you’d look like it too. maybe he’ll ask sendou later. it’s a few more moments of your sniffling before you finally speak.

“do you guys think i’m stupid?” you ask, reaching out for the remote and turning whatever movie they had playing on.

“sometimes, yeah,” sendou answers and both you and oliver are quick to smack him. “ow! i thought you wanted the truth? and why the hell are you hitting me?!” he exclaims, one finger pointed towards the brunette.

oliver shrugs, “because you said something stupid?”

“i agree,” you sniffle, but there’s the smallest hint of a smile on your face. “you’re supposed to lie, idiot.”

“if i lie will you tell us what happened?” he asks, leaning back against the armrest.

“don’t even have to lie, i’ll just tell you.” you sigh, lowering the volume down on the tv. you start to tap on oliver’s knee since you’re nervous, but he continues to play with your hair.

“so you know how rensuke and i were… thinking of being something?” you start. you feel oliver’s hand pause when you say that, but he starts back up again. “anyway, he called it off today. he gave me an ultimatum that i didn’t wanna take.”

“which was?” sen asks, brow raised.

“i couldn’t see you two anymore.” you answer, “like i wouldn’t choose my best friends?”

“since when is oliver your best friend?” sendou asks, perplexed.

since she came on my face in my bedroom, he muses, but you answer with a “since i decided.”

“are you guys doing shit behind my back?” the redhead asks and the two of you look at each other.

“no,” you say, face heating up as you stare into pretty dual tone eyes, “we don’t do anything.”

not only is the blush on his face clearly visible, but so is the smirk. “not a thing,” he agrees. “if anything, we just… chill.”

you mouth out an “oliver!” but he shrugs, before using his thumb to wipe at the remnants of tears on your cheek. if you weren’t trying to hide from the current accusations, you’d probably just keen up into his touch.

“i don’t wanna know.” sendou groans, breaking the two of you out of trance. he gets up, turning the tv off and flickering his gaze towards you. “sleeping in my room tonight?”

you swallow, before nodding again, finally tearing your gaze away from oliver. “yeah, i’ll be there in a sec.”

you sit up as sendou leaves, the click of his door indicating when the two of you are alone. you feel vulnerable. you pull your knees up, hugging them, before you start to talk.

“i really liked him, y’know?” you mumble, “but i never really got the same vibe back.”

oliver’s silent, arms crossed and head thrown back as he stares up at the ceiling. he doesn’t particularly care to hear just how much you liked rensuke, but he’s not about to leave now.

you continue, “i think he wanted someone to blow off steam with, which isn’t bad, but… i wanted him to actually like me. like-like me, not just to be thrown away later on. i thought he could be my first real boyfriend.”

“why are you telling me this?” he asks, trying to keep his tone neutral. “wouldn’t you rather tell sen?”

you shake your head, looking back at him slightly. “no, i like talking to you more. about this stuff anyway, you seem to actually listen to me. sen’s not bad, but i dunno, he doesn’t really give me sound advice.”

“what’d he tell you to do last time?” he asks, semi-agreeing already that sendou really isn’t the best advice giver.

“sleep with karasu.” you deadpan, inwardly cringing at how awkward that interaction was.

“and did you?” he asks, voice a little ptiched.

“no! everyone thinks so, but no.” you failed, thankfully, unable to actually go through with it. but you made a friend with tabito, one that listens to your ramblings when you visit.

oliver sits up a little and you snap your head back forward, embarrassment eating at you. “did you two… do anything?” he’s started to realize something.

you shake your head again, hoping he doesn’t notice how feeble you feel. but he can’t notice that because he feels like he’s on cloud nine. “have you slept with anyone?” he asks, heart pounding.

what comes up must always come down and to his dismay, you nod, mumbling out a name that leaves him slaw jacked. “sendou. like, twice…. why am i sharing this information with you?”

“seriously? sendou?” he’s not sure whether this means that his friendship has ended, but it does maybe make some sense that you’re so comfortable around him. beyond best friends, anyway.

you spin around, “listen! it was when we had just graduated high school. we’d never slept with anyone before .. so, seriously, why am i telling you this?!”

he won’t lie, the panicked look on your face is cute, so much so that he’s a little less pissed off. “okay, okay. i get it,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “you don’t have to tell me anything else.”

sometimes, you don’t understand how oliver can be so sweet, but you sure are grateful for it. you smile at him and his heart melts a little. it’s so much better when you aren’t crying.

he pats your head before getting up.

“oliver?” you call, but he smiles at you and it’s your turn to feel your heart flutter.

“you should get some sleep,” he says, “it’s late. you want water before you go though?” padding over to the kitchen to fix you a glass of water.

you nod, “mhm.” before getting up yourself and following after him. he hands you the glass and he thinks it’s strange. the first time you stood in this kitchen, you didn’t even look his way. but now, you look at him clearly. sure, it’s not the ideal situation and you are leaving to go sleep in another guy’s bed, but it’s enough.

one step closer to you is worth it. it shouldn’t be long now, he thinks, you’ll be his in due time. but he doesn’t notice the confusion on your face when you grab the glass. the moment your fingers touch you feel it too, that all familiar pull, the one you were trying (and failing) to avoid. you duck away when you move towards sendou’s room, hoping he can’t hear the way your heart pounds within your chest.

it can’t be him.

“that fucking stings!” oliver hisses, instinctively pulling away from you.

you frown, “i don’t know why you went to me and not like, the campus nurse or a hospital.” you recenter his face, gripping his chin between your index finger and thumb.

“why would i go there when i’ve got my guardian angel here?” he teases before wincing again as you press the cloth to his busted lip.

“i’ve got to stop the bleeding,” you mumble, ignoring his comment. oliver thinks you look so cute when concern paints your face, he’d kiss you if you let him, despite his lip. “i still can’t believe you did that.”

“did what?” he asks.

“get your ass beat,” you snort, removing the pressure from his lip before handing him an ice pack. “here.”

“he made you cry, like i wasn’t gonna beat his ass?” he counters, correcting you and if he could pout, he would.

“oliver. that was weeks ago, no one asked you to do something so stupid,” you sigh, swiveling around to look for bandages. “there was no point.”

“no one asked you to date stupid guys,” he retorts, but man does it hurt. more than his lip or his bruised cheek, the fact that no matter what you won’t look at him the same way you do others.

“i just don’t get why you’d do something so dumb.” you say, closing the medicine cabinet while holding a box of band aids. you’re so nonchalant about it it’s infuriating. why don’t you get it?

he blinks, before scoffing, “what am i to you?”

“you’re… oliver.” you say, tensing, suddenly not liking the direction this conversation is going.

“that’s it?” he almost can’t believe it, that after everything, he’s just still oliver.

“what do you want me to say?” you sigh, voice coming out a little irritated. you’ve never done well with confrontation, especially not when it comes to feelings like this.

he sets the ice pack down before continuing, “that i’m important to you, more than just some dude you string along for fun.”

“what are you even talking about?” you exasperate, because really, what does he want? he knows you two aren’t anything, nothing more than friends and yet he tries so hard. so hard it makes your head spin, so hard it makes you sometimes doubt your own judgment on him. but you refuse, you’ll continue to listen to that little voice that tells you: no. not him.

“for fucks sake, can’t you pick me just one time?!” he yells, slamming his hand on the counter and you jump back, “not karasu, not sendou, not fucking kunigami. don’t run to them. run to me. can’t it be me?”

“y-you’re crying,” you deflect, trying to look anywhere but him because if you look at him, you’ll want to hold him. you’ll want to give him, tell him that maybe you two could try to be something. you don’t even argue that kunigami isn’t an option anymore.

“i don’t fucking care.”

“and i don’t know what to say.” you answer, eyes glued on the box in your hands.

“just say the word and i’ll be yours. fully and wholly, i’ll give you everything.” he says firmly.

but you stay quiet, awkwardly fidgeting with the box in your hands.

“…please?” it comes out soft, whispery, and most of all desperate. a plea that comes from deep within because at the end of it all, he loves you.

but there’s nothing from you, it’s radio silence. it’s the quietness after midnight on a tuesday when the rest of campus is deep asleep. it’s nothing. and for a brief moment, he’ll accept it, because it’s harder for him to sit in this continued rejection. he’ll accept that right now, you don’t want him.

he gets up, pushing past you not even bothering to wipe the tears that trail down his cheeks. and he thinks, maybe even a small bit of him prays, that you’ll stop him.

but you don’t, staring at the tiled floor as he leaves, and oliver feels his heart shatter into tiny glass pieces. should he still hold onto “maybe”? maybe someday you’ll want him too? maybe someday you’ll be his exclusively? or should he give up, call it a day, and speed dial one of the girls in his phone?

he doesn’t know.

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02 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: the reason to hesitate.

➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!

CW ➥ aaron being a jerk ⋆ rough sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ finger fucking ⋆ oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ degradation ⋆ aaron calls you a slut a few times ⋆ choking ⋆ smoking ⋆ possessive behaviour ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 5,3K.

SUMMARY ➥ This was why you didn't want a blind date. Aaron Hotchner, your reason to hesitate. It wasn't like you were tied to him, he wasn't yours. But still...

AUTHORS NOTE ➥ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)

➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Vanilla or caramel? Caffeinated or decaf? You stared between the flavors of canned coffees, unsure of what to get. It was well past midnight and there you were, standing in front of the freezer doors at a 7/11, debating on something so minuscule as what coffee to drink.

You had bigger things to think about. Like, how your friend set you up on a blind date with a friend of hers. Brunch, tomorrow, but you couldn't let yourself go home yet. You couldn't let yourself get under your covers and sleep. The little pout you gave to the freezer doors as you crossed your arms gave away how much you couldn't do this.

Susan meant well. She always did, but you weren't ready to date. You didn't want to date. Didn't want to put yourself out there. Yet, you couldn't say no to the brunette. So, now there you were, debating what coffee to drink past midnight because that's the one thing you can make a decision on. The one thing you knew you couldn't screw up.

You let out an unsteady breath, wiping the tears that welled up in your eyes with the back of your hand. This was stupid. You could do this. Say no. Don't show up. Tell them you have a boyfriend.

But you don't.

"Excuse me."

You ducked your head, a small apology slipping out of you as you back-stepped from the doors for the stranger to grab the energy drink from the bottom shelf. They walked away as swiftly as they came and you wondered why you couldn't be like them. Be assertive.

Instead, you gnawed on your thumbnail, staring harder at the coffee. Maybe you should get an iced tea. You inwardly groaned. It was hopeless, you didn't have it in you to say no. For all you knew, this guy was nice. He had to be someone Susan trusted. And she knew you well enough to not set you up with someone completely incompatible.

It'd be fun. You didn't have to agree to a second date. All you had to do was go on this one, tell him you had a good time, but that you weren't looking for a relationship. There, it's easy. Spend time with this guy and let him down easily. You nodded to yourself, deciding on the vanilla flavor.

The can was cool to the touch. Condensation made it slippery in your hands, but you held it close as you made your way to the counter. Just as you turned the corner, the bell above the entrance dinged, but you paid no mind.

You did, however, pay attention when a familiar person got to the counter before you.

Aaron Hotchner drummed his hands on the counter, offering the young cashier a charming smile. From the way his jaw moved, he was chewing gum. The girl smiled pleasantly in return, that Hotchner's charm is irresistible. He raised his pointer finger. "One pack of Marlboro."

"Will that be it?" She reached overhead to grab the pack he wanted.

Aaron leaned one elbow to the counter, hip jutted out as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He must've seen you in his peripheral vision because he turned to take you in completely. His eyes raked over you once, landed on the drink in your hand, then he took it out of your hold and placed it on the counter.

"This too."

The cashier's smile dimmed, seeing how he acted with you. She saw you come in, no doubt, but you couldn't help but feel bad. It was for the best, you thought. She didn't need to be dragged down to his clutches. Once you fall for his charm, there was no going back. You would know.

"Okay." She rang up his total, to which he swiped the credit card through the reader. Her expression had sullen but picked up as he winked at her when grabbing his things.

"You have a nice night." The gum smacked between his teeth. He turned, missing the brighter shift in her expression. You held out your hand for your coffee, but he just walked past you.

Oh. You followed after him, but not without a deep, anxious feeling gnawing at your stomach. This was why you didn't want a blind date. Aaron Hotchner, your reason to hesitate. It wasn't like you were tied to him, he wasn't yours. In fact, you didn't want to run into him tonight. You didn't think you would actually.

But, god, did you cross your fingers that you'd run into him.

Aaron stopped a ways from 7/11. He stuffed the pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of his coat, looking over your coffee with mild interest. Back leaned against a wall, he pulled the tab of your coffee and took a sip. A small indignant noise escaped you, hand raised to stop him, but you couldn't do much.

His face scrunched and he held the can out to you, his fingers pinched to the rim of it. "That's sweet."

"Yeah," you agreed, taking the can. Might as well drink it now, though you wanted to wait until you were at your apartment. It was already open, thanks to him. "It's a frappe."

"Whatever." He took out the pack he just bought, peeling away the wrapper. He eyed the multiple pockets of your coat and shoved his hand into your pocket, stowing away his garbage. You let him, but not without a sudden breath to showcase your annoyance. Better this than to litter.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked. "I don't see you around these parts."

Not unless he came to fuck you, as the street you were on was a good two-minute walk from your apartment.

He shrugged as he took out one cigarette and repocketed the pack. Aaron waited to light it, twirling the stick between his thumb and forefinger. "Stopped by your apartment. You weren't there." He glanced down at you, then to the street, finally pulling out his lighter. "Now, I know where you were."

"Oh," was all you said.

You leaned against the wall next to him, taking small sips of your coffee. The wetness on your hands didn't bode well with the chill. You pulled at the sleeves of your sweater from under the coat, giving yourself sweater paws, makeshift gloves, so the can wouldn't freeze your fingers. Aaron took several drags, not bothering to keep up the conversation.

You really wanted to stay with him, but you knew you had to get to bed soon. You took one more sip of your coffee for a confidence boost and pushed yourself off of the wall, walking by him. "It was nice running into you, but I gotta go."

He stopped you with one question. "What's the rush for?"

You gulped and paused your steps, but didn't turn. You wanted to give off the air that the conversation had ended. He didn't seem in the mood for small talk, and you really didn't want to stay out later than you had. "I have a thing tomorrow."

This captured his attention. He scoffed and you turned in time to see him shake his head with a smile behind the cigarette. He took another drag before giving you a pointed look. "That's tomorrow. What, can't spend a few minutes with a friend?"

He was right. You couldn't spend a few minutes with him. It wouldn't be for a few minutes. You knew you didn't have it in you to break off from him. If you stayed, you'd be with him for more than a few minutes. It'd mean you end up fucked and abandoned. Not to mention the hours of sleep you'd lose. Once Aaron had you in his clutches, he wouldn't let go and you wouldn't try to get away.

You took too long to respond. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under the sole of his shoe, joining your side. "I'll walk you home."

"Oh, you don't have to," you sputtered. You shook your head with a noncommittal shrug. "I'm fine on my own."

He scoffed. "It's late at night. I'm not letting you walk home alone."

You didn't have a way to refute him. You could try and he'd eventually let you, but you didn't want to anger him and that small part of you begged for him to come home with you. Aaron just had a way into your heart, as well as your pants.

"Okay," you muttered.

Your fate had been sealed at that moment. Aaron walked next to you in silence to your apartment. You held your can to your chest, struggling to keep your expression annoyed. In truth, you were anything but annoyed at him and that pissed you off. Aaron had you wrapped around his finger. The man beside you couldn't stay out of your life for one moment without it affecting your mood completely. You were pissed at how giddy you were to have him walk you home.

Aaron's arm shot out in front of you, palm facing up. Your head sunk down, a double chin formed as he snapped his fingers. You raised a brow at him. "What?"

"Let me have a drink."

You scoffed. "What? I thought it was too sweet for you."

"Doesn't matter. I'm thirsty."

He waved his fingers a few times before you relented your drink. You pouted as he threw his head back and downed the whole thing. "I wanted to finish that, you know?"

You passed a trash bin that he dumped the can in, but not before he crushed it in one hand. To show off his strength, of course. He let out a satisfied sigh, smacking his mouth twice to you with a smile. Astonishment flooded you as his head turned away to spit his gum out of his mouth. You forgot he even had it in there, with the smoking and drinking. That had to have been gross. The small part of you that worshipped him was acutely impressed by how far he launched the gum.

He wrinkled his nose, moving his lips in a circle, smiling at you again. "Tough."

You turned your head away so he wouldn't see you roll your eyes.

"You know I bought it, right?"

"I never asked you to."

He scratched at his jaw, the two of you paused at an intersection. His eyes flicked down to you, judging you, but he stayed quiet. Silence enveloped you the rest of the walk.

When you got back to your building, Aaron followed you up to your floor. He didn't need to insist, as you never really dismissed him. It was partially on you for enabling this, but you couldn't help but hold your tongue and see where this would go. Blind date tomorrow or not, as Aaron Hotchner leaned against your doorway, tongue pressed against his cheek, you basked in his attention.

You were easy.

The apartment door opened, Aaron gestured for you to enter first. First. Not using this opportunity to part ways, he wanted you to enter the apartment first, before him. And you didn't say anything as you walked in and kicked your shoes off by the entrance, as he carried himself inside and lightly kicked the door shut behind him.

You tried to stall, to get him to leave on his own, by detouring to the kitchen. There, you grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured yourself water from the faucet. Aaron followed you, eyeing you as your fingers strummed on the countertop of the island, glass held to your mouth with small sips.

He gave a soft scoff, turning away from you. "I gotta piss."

You nodded to let him know you heard him, eyes trained to the counter as he walked to your bathroom. Strumming your fingers, you exhaled deeply through your nose. If he could just excuse himself out. You didn't want to be the one to kick him out, you didn't want him to leave, but you needed him to. This was already a dangerous game you were playing. You needed to be up early to get ready tomorrow and it was...you glanced at the clock.

Half-past one in the morning. Great. You hoped he only came in here to piss and leave, but you also severely doubted it. Once in your apartment, he was almost always glued to you, fucking you until you were putty, and then he'd take his leave.

You heard the sink but not the toilet, turning your head as the door opened. Aaron stood with his hands grasping the doorframe above. A nonchalant look on his face as he swayed back and forth. You could see his stomach peeking from under his shirt. He smirked, already aware of where your gaze fell, leaning forward more. His shirt pulled up further and you downed the rest of your water.

"Your toilet won't flush," he said.

You shook your head. You forgot to mention it to him. "Uh, yeah. Just jiggle the lever. It's touchy like that."

He reached down to the toilet, doing as you're told. His brows rose when the system flushed, humming to himself. He washed his hands again, before he made his way over to you. "You should get that checked out."

"Yeah," you agreed. "My landlord's being a bit of an ass about it, but it's fine." You waved your hand dismissively.

He hummed, grabbing the counter once he stood next to you. You tried to ignore the way he leaned with his head tilted at you, a promising look in his eyes. He sighed, rolling his head once. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing."

He followed your gaze, intensely aimed at your glass like more water would magically appear. He tilted his head the other way. "You're acting differently."

Different as in you weren't throwing yourself at him. It took everything in you to not jump on him right there, to pull his face to your and make out with him. You shoved down any thoughts you had about him fucking you, rubbing a circle into the counter with your finger.

You set the glass in the sink, opting to wash it later, and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"So coy." He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. His eyes fell onto your microwave, noting the time. "Is this about your thing for tomorrow?"

"No." You turned to put your back to the counter, also looking at the time. "Maybe I'm just tired."

He scoffed, smile growing. "Bullshit. I know how sluggish you get when you're tired. You're wide awake right now."

"I just need to get up early for my thing-"

"So it is about that?" He rounded you to place his free hand on the other side of you, trapping you against the counter. "What is this thing?"

You glanced down at his lips. "Uh." You shook your head. "It's, you know, a thing."

"Damn, sounds mighty important." He cocked his head at you, smiling unbelievably wide. "Be a shame if you missed it, then, I'm guessing?"

"You'd guess correctly." He stepped closer, placing his hands on your hips. Your body was all but still as he pressed his front against you. "And, I think, uh-"

"Go on."

You suppressed any lustful desire in you, just long enough to scoff and put on a pout. "I don't need to tell you my plans."

"But you can tell me to leave." He raised his hand to push stray hairs behind your ear, massaging his thumb into your hip. His tone feigned care. "Go on, tell me you want me to leave."

"I-" The words died on your tongue. Your pout grew. He knew you wanted him there, that this thing wasn't as important to you as having him there with you.

"Knew it." You squeaked when he picked you up and sat you on the counter, positioning himself between your legs. He rubbed circles on the inside of your thighs, your pants nulling the friction just enough to still shiver from his touch.

"Aaron, I--" You only braced your hands on his biceps as his expert hands unzipped your pants. He pulled both your pants and underwear down with you shifting to help get them off. You were a goner. No part of you wanted him to leave now. You didn't try to stop him. You wanted this too much.

So much for trying to save yourself.

He ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. You swallowed down the tension as he brought his face close to yours. Gingerly, he helped push your coat off and shove it off the counter. His face mere inches from your own, your lips parted in a small o-shape as his thumb swiped in a line along your slit.

"I'm going to show you why you won't play coy with me." He pinched your clit, eliciting a sharp cry from you, but soothed it down with his thumb rubbing a circular motion on your poor bud. "You belong to me, so I expect good behavior."

You nodded weakly, biting your lip. He kept his eyes on yours, a challenge to dare look away while he toyed with your clit. Your hands splayed on the counter behind you, face screwed in a twist of pain and pleasure from feeling two of his fingers push into your entrance. The spread was nothing like his dick, but it was no less uncomfortable the first minute.

He thrust his fingers mercilessly into you, eyes half-lidded at the way your face contorted. Your slick gathered around his fingers, down to his knuckles. He thumbed your clit while he fingered you, the noises of squelching flesh making you shiver. The eye contact became too much and your head forward to watch his fingers fuck you to a new high.

He clicked his tongue, scissoring your insides in just a way that you didn't like. You whined, bucked against him. Either to get away, or get him fuck you harder, you didn't know. All you knew was that your arms lazily rested on his shoulders as he finger-fucked you.

"Who do you belong to?"

You tensed from the tightening coil in your belly. Shaking your head, you muttered out a bunch of "you"s, but that didn't satisfy him. Your legs wrapped around his hips. He grabbed your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze and he repeated himself.

"Who do you belong to?"

Your voice came out higher, louder, and breathier. "You. Aaron Hotchner."

He smiled, pleased at hearing his name from your lips. He thrust his fingers harder into you, thumb roughly rubbing your clit as he helped you cum. You froze, hips twitching and the walls of your cunt threatening to swallow his fingers, but he fucked you through the high.

A moment later, you slumped against him, head on his chest as you tried to catch your breath. Aaron placed an arm on your shoulder, keeping you off of him. You blinked, still breathless when he crouched in front of you. Your eyes widened as he pulled you to the edge of the counter.

The slickness swiped under you and you inwardly cringed, dreading having to clean your counter, but were brought back to reality as Aaron blew air against your cunt. Your legs closed around his head, but he lifted his gaze to you. He parted your legs as far as they could go, narrowing his gaze at you.

"Keep them wide open."

You nodded at the command, waiting eagerly for his next move. He took his eyes off of you, spreading your lower lips with two fingers. The man first stared blankly at the juices on your cunt, at the way it glistened under the dim overhead light that you never turned off. He blew air over it again, your thighs tensing from how hard you fought to keep them where they were.

He locked eyes with you and neared his mouth to your cunt, licking a long stripe up the length of it with the flat of his tongue, curling the end just slightly to add to the feeling. You softly moaned, face twisting in pleasure. He repeated the motion with slow, long licks. His tongue teased around your entrance and your cunt pulsed for him.

He gradually paced himself faster, his tongue wet and cool against you. You bucked against him, only for him to hold your hips down with one arm while the other hand kept your cunt spread wide open for him. You only twitched helplessly, keeping your legs open as your head tried to loll back but you were so enraptured with the way his tongue fucked you but his eyes now locked onto yours.

"Aaron," you moaned.

His tongue dove into your cunt completely. Your face twisted, your mouth fell open. A small trail of drool leaked out of the corner of your mouth from how wild he fucked you with his mouth. Thrusting his tongue in your mouth, swirling it around your swollen bud, he went the whole nine miles and clasped his mouth around your bud to suck lightly on it.

Your nails scratched down the countertop, moans spilling out of you. Legs pulled an inch out of position, only for you to spread them back out from the hard stare he sent you. God, you shouldn't have been turned on by the near glare, but you were. In retaliation, his teeth grazed your clit and you yelped from the pain, but moaned as he moved his hands to the back of your knees.

You just knew his muscles tensed in his arms, holding you apart for him as you bucked into his mouth. The idea of him using his strength on you only spurred you on. Bucking with reckless abandon, you threw your head back. Your moans were enough to probably wake the neighbors, but you didn't care. The coil returned, tight and on the edge, you wanted release and you wanted it now.

Aaron granted your wish. The obscene sounds, the way he looked beneath you, his glare, and he even let out a low throaty sound. It vibrated into you. All of it combined sent you over the edge, crying out as you came, spasming in his hold, twitching against him, but he drank it up. He didn't take his mouth off of you until you were spent.

Your thighs twitched, but as he stood to his full height, he pulled you off of the counter. You braced your hands on his arms in a tight grip to keep yourself up, legs wobbly. He wrapped one arm around your waist, his free hand cupped to your cheek. To your surprise, he leaned his head down. Your heart fluttered, wondering if he was going to kiss you.

Aaron Hotchner had never kissed you in all the times you fucked. You could hear your heart thrum in your ears, eyes fluttering closed as your lips puckered, body slack. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, before he pinched your jaw. Your eyes widened as he forced your mouth open and spat. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, pushing your mouth closed as you twitched.

Your juices mixed with his saliva melted with yours. You shook your head, shivering in disgust, but he tsked.

"Swallow."

Your cunt spasmed from the commanding tone he used. You'd do anything he said, especially when he used that voice. You steeled yourself, swallowing it down without thinking too hard on it. A cold, disgusted shiver passed down your spine, but Aaron smiled, pulling his palm away to wipe the dribble that spilled past your lips with his thumb.

"Good girl."

You shook your head, face contorted in disgust. "That was disgusting."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time."

You didn't know what to think of that.

He flipped you around, pressing your stomach on the counter. You gripped the hem of your sweater, struggling to get it off. He got it off for you, biting your exposed shoulder as he tossed your sweater past the counter. Your head lolled back, feeling his hands roughly grope your breasts through your bra. He slid his hands around to your clasps. Swiftly, he undid them and you slid the material off, tossing it aside.

He freely groped your breasts, kneading them in a way that had you fall back into him, but he stopped too soon to press against the base of your neck. Your breasts pressed down to the counter, the wet spot from your cunt coating the middle of your torso. It had you shiver.

You heard the sound of his zipper become undone, half tempted to look back, but didn't. Aaron kicked your feet apart, the rough material of his shoes knocked against your ankles. You accommodated him, spreading your legs as far as he wanted.

Pleased, he rubbed your ass before planting a hard smack to it. You yelped. He smacked you again. Your head snapped to look over your shoulder, but he pressed his chest against your back, sandwiching you between him and the counter, his breath fanned over your ear.

"Want to tell me what this 'thing' is?"

The thing for tomorrow?

Fuck no, he didn't need to know.

You shook your head. He rubbed your ass where you were sure a bright red mark had formed. "You sure, pretty girl?"

You held your tongue, but he smacked harder than the other times. Relenting from the pain, you gasped. "It's a blind date."

He froze behind you. You felt him shake before you heard his cackling. He patted your ass gently like you did a good thing. "A blind date? That's it?" His laughter died down and he cooed into your ear. "Think he'll fuck you like I get to?"

You scoffed. "I'm not fucking on the first date."

"'Fucked me."

"You were a one-night stand."

"And yet here we are." He lined his dick up to your cunt, rubbing the head down and up your slit. Your legs shook, but he only laughed. "Does that say something about me?"

"Only that you're my boy toy." You didn't know where this boldness came from, but the rush of adrenaline from talking to him this way gave you a rush you didn't want to stop.

"What makes you think you're not my fuck toy?" He bottomed out in your cunt in one, rough thrust. You bit down your lip with a throaty moan.

"Doesn't matter." You bucked backward into his hips but he held your hips still. All control was his. "We're not even dating."

"That's right." He slid one hand forward, two fingers rubbing your clit. You twitched on contact, sensitive to the touch. He nuzzled your neck with his nose as you writhed under him. "But you know who you belong to."

Still feeling bold, you bit your tongue to refrain from saying what he wanted to hear. It was useless, though, because Aaron Hotchner knew your body. He knew how to make you sing his favorite tune. He gave a monotone laugh, certain he'd break you swiftly.

He continued to give a dry laugh as he thrust into you, fucking you into the counter. You moaned, filled with pleasure despite the slight discomfort to your front. His thrusts weren't slow at all, fast and hard from the start. Your legs were already weak from his previous treatments, shaking like a newborn fawn. He didn't stop, his laugh turned to moans that hit each thrust, his breath ragged.

You arched your back as best as you could against the counter, crying in ecstasy from how he filled your cunt with his sheer size. Going as far as to prop one knee on the counter, your eyes rolled back, he now hit harder and deeper. He laughed at your obscene sounds, his hand finding its way to your throat, he pulled you back against him. This angle caused discomfort, but from how deep he hit and the pace he rubbed your clit, you didn't care.

"Say who you belong to," he moaned in your ear, his head dropping against your shoulder.

This close, you could feel his suit jacket rub against your naked back, the button from his pants hitting the bottom of your ass, right where it met your thigh. Your moans mixed with his, shaking your head as you tried to lose yourself in the bliss.

He squeezed your throat. The tight coil in your belly unraveled with a loud moan escaping you, your hands grasped around his wrist. Your vision became spotty as you came, oxygen becoming harder to receive. You shook in his hold, your walls spasming and you cried out his name. His hand shook from how hard he squeezed you, but he let go and you took a deep breath, another orgasm spilling out of you from the sudden influx of air. A dry orgasm, your walls spasmed around him.

His thrusts increased, losing rhythm and becoming wild. He moved his hand from your throat down to your boob, squeezing it as he brushed his lips against your ear. "That's right. You're mine. You're my slut. I own you. Nobody else."

You cried out, oversensitive, but continued to squeeze your boob, pinch your nipple, rub your clit roughly; he did everything to overstimulate you to the max, to keep you writhing and spasming over his cock. When he came, he didn't relent the stimulation, keeping it up until your spasming walls took all he had to give. You cried, a shaking mess in his arms until you both slumped over the counter, his breaths hot on your neck.

He pulled his dick out of you, your head angled to see the cum spill out of you onto the floor in little droplets, the rest leaked down your thighs. You held yourself up by your elbows as he stuffed his dick in his pants and buttoned his pants.

Aaron maneuvered around you. He took the glass you set in the sink and filled it halfway with water, taking generous gulps. You watched his throat bob as he drank, the lower half of your body still quaking and twitching. He watched you watch him, his gaze back to that narrow judgmental stare.

He set the glass down with a satisfied sigh. His eyes stayed on your figure as he fished out his new pack of cigarettes, taking out the second one of the night. He walked over to you as he lit it, taking a long drag. You raised a brow as he took the cigarette, holding his breath long enough to lean close and blow the smoke into your face.

You coughed, waving your hand weakly. He smiled, a fairly pleasant smile like he didn't just fuck you senseless in all your naked glory while he stayed fully clothed. The pad of his thumb wiped at the tip of his nose and then he made his way to the door.

He stopped just as he opened it a crack, turning to you and waved his fingers playfully. "Have fun on your date tomorrow."

The door closed behind him and you slumped your head against the counter.

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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Your big grump

Summary: He's your grump now.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: banter, language, very light smut, romance, falling in love, snowed in, enemies to lovers, fluff

Part 2

His lips move against yours, a weak attempt to silence your moans. It’s no use. You waited too long to get him in your bed…or rather on the couch at Steve’s cabin.

Bucky and you didn’t make it to the bedroom. “Fuck, doll. You feel too good,” the moment Bucky makes the mistake of moaning your name, you are done for.

“Bucky…bear…baby…” you grab his ass with both hands, returning the favor. You moan his name, stealing the little chance he had to last longer. “Come for me. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

“Y/N, don’t do this to me.” He rests his forehead against yours, breathing in your face as you run your hands up and down his back. “I wanted to last longer.”

You grin. It’s the first time since you met Bucky that he looks unsure. “Aw, you are so cute when just came.”

“You’re a brat,” he captures your lips in a messy kiss. “Good thing Steve is not around to keep you safe.” Bucky chuckles darkly.

“I thought I got you to keep me safe from now on,” you coo. “I mean. You just stole my innocence and all.”

“You weren’t innocent at all, doll. If I recall right, you were the one dragging me on top of you to split your sweet pussy open.”

“Debatable, Sir. I only remember a certain man pushing me onto the couch and having his way with me. I couldn’t do anything to keep you from taking what you want.”

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you watch Bucky flip another pancake. He insisted on making you breakfast and now, he tries his best to not burn the pancakes. “You look good in that apron.”

“You forced me to wear it,” he grumbles.

“I only tried to protect your sexy body and the shirt. It would be a shame if you’d ruin it with food. It’s my job to ruin all of your clothes.”

“That’s my line,” he points the spatula at you. “I ripped your shirt open. Remember? You were impressed by my strength.”

“I was angry because it was one of my favorite shirts, Bucky. You said that you’ll buy me a new one. Remember?”

He smirks. “How do you like it?”

“Rough, dangerous, and with a hint of sweetness,” you purr.

“I meant your coffee,” Bucky huffs. “You’re a naughty girl, Y/N. I need to keep a close eye on you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I was talking about the coffee too,” you grin. “Now, make me breakfast, Mr. Barnes. I’m hungry because you wore me out.”

“Breakfast à la Bucky is on his way.” He turns around to pour you a cup of coffee. Giving you the chance to admire his back and ass. “Doll, staring is impolite.”

“I didn’t do a thing…”

“Steve, man. You finally made it out here,” Bucky tries to hide his disappointment. For over a week you had the romantic cabin to yourself. Well, you spend most of the time in bed…or on the couch with…cuddling and sex. But it was the best week of his life.

“I see you didn’t kill each other yet,” Steve grins. He looks his friend up and down, immediately discovering the hickeys on Bucky’s neck. “How was your time with Y/N?”

“Uh-we found a way to get along,” the brunette lies. Or it’s not a lie. You finally found a way to get along. Very well…

“I can see that.” Watching you hide behind Bucky’, Steve smirks. “How are you, Y/N? Did Bucky annoy you again? I bet he was a big grump.”

“No. He was actually nice. Bucky made me breakfast and kept me warm,” you clear your throat. “I meant he took care of the fireplace.”

“Buck, a word,” Steve jerks his head toward the kitchen. “I want to talk to you in private.”

You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. What if you got it all wrong and Steve is mad at Bucky now? What if he hurts him?

“So…” Steve sizes his friend up. “Did you treat her like a princess?” He quirks a brow. “I hope you asked her on a date before you got bold.”

“What? I—” Bucky huffs. “She almost pounced on me. I had no other choice but to give in and become her boyfriend.”

“I will ask her out as soon as we can leave the cabin. And there will be a lot of romance, and dates and stuff. I’ll buy her flowers too.”

Steve struggles to keep a straight face.

“Son,” he says while placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “What are your intentions? You know I’m very protective over Y/N. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Good.” Steve nods thoughtfully. “That’s good.” He tilts his head to watch you sneak inside the kitchen. “I think a spring wedding will be perfect…”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mobster!bucky #mobster!bucky barnes x reader #Your big grump #mafia au

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scrollonso · 1 month

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walk with me...

(i turned this into an au: masterlist)

this is a very spur of the moment not well thought out au but... JUST LISTEN. (more under the cut & in my pinned)

Lawrence Stroll bought a team on the f1 grid in 2006

Renamed it Racing Point to secure a spot for his 18 year old son (and put him in pink bc hes so cute in pink)

Lance Stroll was born October 29, 1987, he started karting in 1991

Fernando Alonso was born July 29, 1981, started karting in 1984

When Lance made his debut in f1 there was a lot of talk around the paddock about the nepo baby and Strolls choice to have both drivers on the team be rookies. (Stroll and Rosberg)

During the first race of the season Lance got p6 and Nico got p7, both scoring points for the team

After the race Fernando Alonso went to congradulate the rookies, both stunned because the race winner was praising their work

Nico was honored to be congradulated by a world champion

Lance was... well. Maybe he liked the older mans praise more than he should've.

As the season progressed Fernando continued to find reasons to speak to the rookies, even though it was evident he cared more about what the brunette had to say.

After both Racing Point drivers DNF in the 2nd and 3rd races of the season Fernando made sure to try and lessen the pain.

Each time Fernando came to the Racing Point garage, each time he searched the paddock to find #18, each time he spoke it only made the 18 year olds heart grow fonder.

Lance thought the driver was like this to every rookie, so caring and comforting, but that just wasn't the case.

He was known for not going out of his way to do anything like he was doing with the Racing Point drivers.

After Lance got 6th in the 4th race of the season Fernando was the first to congratulate him, as if he hadn't just gotten second.

He noticed at the next race that he didn't go out of his way to congradulate Nico on his 7th place, he just went straight to him to comfort him about yet another DNF.

Before then he hadn't thought too much about Fernandos intentions or why exactly he was talking to him so much.

By this time in the season fans had started to notice how close the two had gotten, seeing how they naturally gravitated towards eachother.

When Fernando won the next race Lance made sure to beat him to it and congratulate the world champion first, loving how it brought a smile to his face.

Fernando didn't smile like that when others congratulated him, didn't smile like that when being asked about his wins, didn't smile like that when Nico said the exact same thing.

Lance felt insane for thinking this way but he couldn't help but feel a little special.

A few races later in America was the first time Fernando wasn't on the podium, the first time they spent the whole time after the race together.

It was nice, being in his presence, he felt like a sunbather in the sun anytime the older man spoke to him, it was silly but it was always his favourite part of the race week.

The next time he wasn't on podium was in Germany, he almost felt bad for feeling this way but he looked forward to the days when Fernando got p4 or lower because it meant they'd spend the whole afternoon together.

It was just like in America, the two of them just standing around going over the week and the last few races until Fernando asked him a question.

"Have you ever kissed someone?"

Lance laughed at the question, unsure where it came from

"Have I kissed anyone?" He asked back, wondering if it was a serious question

"Si, you do know what kissing is, no?"

Lance couldn't help but laugh again, he was 18 not 8, of course he knew what kissing was.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Lance asked, knowing for a fact he had, it'd be insane if not, how could someone so stunning not have kissed someone? How could someone with girls around him constantly have not kissed someone and more.

"I asked first, Lancito."

Fernando had called him that almost constantly since the season started yet every time it never failed to make the youngers heart flutter.

"No" He admitted, almost embarrassed "I'm not very good with people" he added, knowing the only people on the grid he could talk to easily were Fernando and Nico

"I could be your first"

(if this doesn't make sense pretend u never saw it)

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mirrored-movements · 10 months

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Go with the Flow

(Miguel O'Hara x Reader)

Synopsis: What happens when you're stuck in another dimension with someone calling you their mom and someone else calling you their wife? You certainly recognized him- but he wasn't your Miguel.

Warnings: None, honestly had no clue where this was going Tbh

Getting spit out of the portal in some random alleyway wasn’t exactly ideal-but worse things have happened, such as the damage done to your dimensional travel watch.

For them being designed by scientists they weren’t as durable as you’d hoped, the item currently glitching out hindering your ability to open a portal and or contact anyone.

Great.

With a disgruntled sigh your mask deactivated, the nanotech retreating away. The rest of your suit quickly shifted into civilian clothes, your fingers still trying feebaly to activate something.

At least you weren’t glitching out. That was the only plus side you could see at the moment besides having been thrown into a vacant alleyway- you didn’t even know what dimension you’d landed in.

Grumbling some more under your breath you turned on your heel, regardless of whether or not you were stranded there had to be something you could do- to either get back or get into contact with someone who could then possibly bring you back.

Stepping out of the alleyway your eyes took in the city; it was reminiscent of classic New York, no flying cars, futuristic outfits, people looked relatively normal- you’d say you ended up somewhere similar to Peters or Gwens dimension.

Continuing to wonder around you’d occasionally peer down at your watch, hope flickering like a flame whenever a phantom vibration happened only for that feeling to become snuffed out as nothing new flashed across the screen.

It was times like this where you’d regretted not asking to partner up- especially when there were a few who’d often offer their assistance.

You could handle it, was always the answer you gave then.

So much for that.

Not only was there an anomaly running around in some other dimension but you were stuck here, for an undefined amount of time.

Lovely.

Finding yourself coming across a store that sold TV’s your eyes scanned across the lit screen, the news currently covering what was described as ‘a vigilante hero’- or what you were more familiar with, ‘a spider variant.’

Who it was? You dodn’t know, nor did you recognize leading you to assume they weren’t appart of the spider-society- little bit of a bummer there seeing as you couldn’t just find them for help. Not like you knew where they were anyways.

The hairs on the back of your neck raised.

“Mom!” Your head twisted to the side at the sound of a childs voice, heart skipping a beat for a second as a small form quickly bounded your way. The little girls arms quickly moving to wind around you all the while her face pressed into the stomach of your sweater. “We thought you were working today?”

Her head tilted up, (E/C) hues staring wonderously up at you while unruly brown locks surrounded her tanned face. There was something about her that had your brain buzzing, something familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Hovering your hands over the girls back you felt unsure of what to do; clearly there was a variant of yourself in this dimension that had a kid and now that kid is currently mistaking you for them.

“Uh I was, but they let me off early.” Finally deciding to speak you let out an awkward laugh, one hand moving to pat the girls shoulder gently.

Her expression seemed to lighten up at your words, the little girl beginning to bounce in place nearly shaking you back and forth from the motion. “Really? Then that means you can come to the part with us!”

Us?

“Ella, give your mom some space.”

Your head tilted up at the new yet familiar voice, eyes following the tall frame of a familiar brunette. His frame dawned a simple pair of jeans and hoodie, eyes appearing more brown than the wine tinted ones you were usually familiar with; extended canines missing from the mans smile.

Your heart fluttered lightly, mind almost mistaking this man as the one you were close with- however that was anything but the truth.

He was Miguel but he wasn’t the Miguel you knew.

The girl, or Ella as you’ve come to learn her name pulled away. Lips still pulled into a gleeful smile as she instead moved to grasp your hand in her own. The action just as quick as the man nearing enough to throw an arm over your shoulder, lips pressing a quick peck to your cheek despite the clear way your shoulder’s tensed up.

Noting this he passed you a worries glance, hand squeezing your shoulder softly in an almost reassuring manner, gradually pulling you and Ella along the sidewalk. “Everything alright at work mi vida?”

Swallowing down the butterflies that quickly flittered about within your stomach you reminded yourself that this was your variants life, this was a different dimension and everyone here was a different variant.

Willing yourself to smile you glanced towards him, “Just the usual, coworkers and the system and stuff.” Beginning with that you added on quickly trying to figure out what the other ‘you’ would answer with- or rather what was something generic enough that it could fly beneath anyones radar. “The coffee machine was down so I’m a bit tired.”

His head tilted at this, mouth opening. “But you don’t like coffee?”

Shit.

“Oh well I mean my coworkers were upset about it so I had to deal with a lot of cranky people,” You forced a laugh, “You know how some people can be without their caffeine.”

“Dad’s cranky without coffee.” Piping in from where she stood beside you Ella let out a laugh, her mind presumably associating that thought with another. “Remember when you hid all the coffee when he forgot your birthday? That was so funny.”

“I didn’t forget it,” His arm dropped from your shoulder and instead tenderly held your other hand. “I was just planning a surprise party.”

Ella didn’t seem to believe it and just stuck out her tongue, the man doing the same.

It was strange really; this wasn’t your dimension and despite how close you felt with your Miguel- this one wasn’t yours, and Ella wasn’t your child. However at the moment, you felt a little obligated to act along- for the sake of your own variant of course.

“And how did that surprise party go?”

Lighting up at the tone you’d used Ella giggled. “Bad! Super bad!”

“It wasn’t!” He tried to defend himself quickly but at the insistence of his daughter and the tender smile that crept across your face he yielded quickly. Just simply shaking his head with a gentle laugh.

After a little more banter- some you tried to join in on- you all eventually arrived at the park, quickly finding yourself pushing Ella on one of the swings. The other Miguel watching from the side as he leaned against the structures support beams.

Sparing him a quick glance your eyes snapped away at the payful wink he’d given you- your Miguel would rather roll his eyes than wink if you so much as breathed in his direction. Albeit he was still kind but in a tough love kind of sense.

Ending up spending awhile at the park playing various little games, you began to dread the next one. Especially considering it was apparently something that the other ‘you’ had made up and it’d be a major red flag if the current you didn’t remember it.

However your saving grace came in the form of the other Miguel’s phone ringing, his lips downturning softly before curling back up. “Looks like work needs me.” His tone was apologetic, arms coming right away to give Ella a quick hug as she ran over. His attention moving onto you as you neared, the mans arms enveloping you much like he had with his daughter.

There was an unfamiliarity to the action, but you just patted the back of his sweater lightly hoping that that’d suffice. “I should be back home in the morning. Okay mi vita?”

“Yeah that’s fine, do what you need to do.” A boxy smile had come to rest across your lips, cheeks heating up as he once again gave them a quick peck following it up with an adoring smile.

He must really love the ‘you’ of this world.

“Be good for mom,” Patting Ella’s head he ruffled her hair quickly, adding on once more before walking off. “Stinker.”

Right away calling out playful insults in response the little girl shook her head, attention moving back to you while she began insisting that you push her on the swings a few more times before leaving.

Now, you would have been fine watching over Ella for an hour or so by yourself, but having to find ‘your’ house? That was a much much different story- it was like a needle in a haystack and the only way you did end up finding the place was because you turned it into a game, having the small girl guide you the entire way there- as well as unlock the front door via a keypad.

“You’re so funny mom.” Watching you open and close all the cabinets Ella let out a laugh, the bowl of mac’n cheese sitting before her was left untouched as you searched through the kitchen for where the cutlery was stored.

Finally finding where it was kept you gave yourself a mental high-five, handing over the girls desired utensil before leaning back against the counter.

Being a fake mom was hard.

Trying to take a moment to compose yourself your ears picked up the sound of the front door opening, heart rate picking up a little at the prospect of it being your other variant however when another figure stepped in did you pause.

“Dad’s back!” Sliding off of the stood she sat on Ella right away bolted towards the man, her small arms wrapping around him quickly.

However much like you had earlier in the day, he didn’t return it right away. Instead his gaze flickered up to you, (E/C) hues meeting with wine tinted hues.

Your heart fluttered.

“Yeah I’m back kiddo,” His eyes drifted back down to the girl then back up to you as if trying to signify an unspoken question.

Pushing away from the counter seeing that Ella had released the man you couldn’t help but give him a hug of your own- but in relief and to keep up the act for her. “How was work? Didn’t seem like they needed you for that long?”

Picking up on the implication Miguel allowed his own arms to wrap around you, “It was just for a bit, but I might have to head back soon.”

Nodding to signify your understanding you both parted from the intimate gesture; Ella right away making it apparent on what time it was with a loud yawn.

“Looks like somebody’s tired.”

“No I’m-” Her defense was interrupted by another yawn, you right away taking this as your chance to bring her towards where you discovered her room was earlier. “Wait, I want dad to tuck me in today.”

At the mention of that your head turned back towards where Miguel stood stiffly, his mouth opening to decline before seeing the way you stared.

Sucking in a breath he moved to take the small girls shoulder from you, the facade of a caring parent taking over as he’d disappeared into the hallway. “Right of course, lets get you to bed then.”

Now knowing that this was the Miguel you knew, you waited anxiously for his return to the livingroom. You almost instinctually coming to hug the man once again as he emerged from the hallway minutes later.

“It’s so good to see an actual familiar face- you wouldn’t believe the day I had.” Muffling that out into the shirt of his civilian clothes you basked in his presence for a second, mind somehow blocking out the embarrassment until you’d pulled away. An apologetic yet flustered smile made it’s way onto your lips. “Uh sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” Shaking his head while saying that he took in a breath. “I’m glad youre alright,” Holding out a hand he motioned towards the wrist containing your watch, the device being raised enough for him to view the damage. “I wasn’t able to find you sooner because of the damage done, so I had to get Lyla to run your signature through the system.”

“Well, better late than never. I felt like I was playing house here.” Although you meant it as a joke, the domestic theme of the day made you a little melancholic- knowing that normality was something you’d never have the luxury of having. “Well, was playing house.”

“You seemed into it though.”

At the comment you gave him a look, the man unable to let out a mix between a chuckle and laugh. “Anyways. We should get going. Any longer here and we might cause a disturbance.”

“Wait- we can’t just leave her alone in the house? What kind of fake parents would we be?”

Upon mentioning the girl, Miguel let out a short huff. “Well, what do you have in mind then?”

“We wait for the other me to come home, and then you’ll get a ‘call from work.”

Pondering over the suggestion he wanted to decline right away, the thought of impersonating someone again left a bad taste in his mouth-however the paternal instincts deep within told him to just listen.

Which is what you both did.

Your variant came home about an hour later, her expression bidding Miguel a tired greeting followed by a peck on the cheek before merely heading to bed.

A little easier than you thought it was going to be. But hey, now you two could leave that place.

You never knew how much you missed HQ until the smooth walls and floors welcomed you, the glowing yellow screens of Miguel’s workplace and the holographic form of Lyla were comforting- especially once the Ai began chatting aimlessly.

The conversation halting as Miguel spoke up from where he leaned over a desk, “I didn’t know a dimension like that existed.” It was as though his brain took a step back from processing things then they were happening, the man thinking back to his late daughter and then the daughter he’d just met.

She had the perfect mix of the both of you- (E/C) hues and brown hair, your nose and his smile.

“I didn’t know either until I landed there,” Musing that out you let out a sigh. “She was cute right?”

Casting his gaze back at where you sat his lips tilted up softly, “She was.”

“She definitely got it from her mom.”

You were stunned at this, mouth falling open before closing. Eyes rolling faintly in response however without verbally saying anything he took that as a win.

Moving away from his desk he trailed towards where you sat, hand coming to brush some of your hair aside nuzzling his nose into the crown of your head- a gesture you were familiar with.

This was your Miguel after all.

Humming lowly he pecked for head, lips murmuring against it afterwards.

“We should think about it.”

“We should.”

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Can you tell I like dad Miguel?

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chishiyasleftnut · 6 months

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HII! HOW ARE YOU!?

just wonder if you can do 7 minutes in heaven? hehe (i'll be kicking my feet if you actually do it)

I'm good, thank you!! (◕ᴗ◕✿) and thank you for the request! :) I tried my best, so I hope you'll like it!

7 Minutes in Heaven

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Perhaps out of character Chishiya, but I tried to keep him as in character as I could. Pairing: Med-student Chishiya x Med-student Reader.

Plot: Awkward med-school!Chishiya and med-school!reader gets challenged to do Seven Minutes in Heaven at a get-together.

2546 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You and your study group were sitting in a circle on the hardwood floor of Chishiya’s apartment. It was very unlike him to not just attend a get-together but also host it. However, for some reason he agreed to lend you all his apartment as he lived the closest to campus. The regret he felt was obvious, as his movements and facial expression looked even more rigid than normally. The 5 of you were gathered to celebrate a well-ended exam period. With the floor littered with empty beer bottles and the atmosphere filled with light chatter, the topic quickly turned into high school experiences.

“Did you guys ever do truth or dare?”, the brunette girl in your group asked. All of you, except Chishiya, nodded and mumbled “yeah”. It was a pretty universal experience, after all.

“Mh, of course. I even remember doing 7-minutes-in-heaven once”, the guy opposite of you spoke through a chuckle as he remembered that night. You looked confused, tilting your head. It wasn’t a game you had ever heard about, so you decided to ask.

“What’s that?”

The guy across from you laughed before replying. “It’s a game where you pick 2 people and put them in a closet or private room for 7 minutes.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw Chishiya shift his sitting position slightly, clearly a bit uncomfortable with the idea. You couldn’t blame him: he was barely social enough to talk with someone, let alone spend 7 minutes in an inclosed space with them.

“You don’t have to do anything sexual or anything if you don’t want to”, the brunette girl explained. “You can just talk. Only cavecat is that you aren’t allowed to leave the room.”

You nodded, finally understanding the game. The girl to the right of you emptied her beer bottle before placing it inside the circle your bodies had created. “Let’s use this to decide who should go first.”

She span the bottle around until it landed on you. Of course it was a bit nerve wrecking to go first in a game you barely understood, but you took it like a champ and simply nodded. You took the bottle in your hands and spun it around. It kept spinning for what felt like ages, slowly moving from the brunette girl until it fell motionless on Chishiya. The expression that shortly flashed over his face showed pure panic, but in ordinary Chishiya fashion, he quickly made his face neutral.

The room got filled with ‘oooh’s and the sound of clapping and laughing. Everyone but the two of you seemed excited by this. You turned your head to Chishiya, whose gaze was fixated on the bottle. “We don’t have to do anything”, you said softly to him, trying to calm his nerves. He simply nodded.

Quickly, the both of you got pulled up on your feet by the rest of your study group, and eagerly guided to Chishiya’s bedroom which you hastedly got pushed into. “We’ll start a timer and knock when the seven minutes are up”, the brunette girl giggled before closing the door. You were now alone.

Chishiya looked as if he was contemplating every single life decision leading up to this point, but he nonetheless walked over to his bed and sat down, awkwardly padding on the mattress. Understanding his gesture, you sat down next to him.

“So…”, you said slowly, unsure how to do this. Chishiya took a few more seconds before looking at you. When he spoke, you could detect the smell of beer coming from his lips.

“I’m not sure what they expect us to do”, he said bluntly. “Me neither”, you answered. This led to yet another awkward silence. You decided to break the quietness.

“What are you comfortable with doing? We can just talk, you know?”

Although you meant those words to be reassuring, they only made Chishiya furrow his brows and look away from you again. Of course you knew he wasn’t very social, but still, this would be some very long 7 minutes if it continued in this manner. After a few seconds of silence his eyes met yours again and he finally spoke.

“Let’s do something that isn’t talking.”

His words confused you, but what confused you even more was when he took your hand and gently pulled you closer to him. This was probably the last thing you imaged would happen, but you didn’t complain. Although you until now would never have admitted it, you had always had an eye for Chishiya. He was handsome, smart, and even though he severely lacked conversational skills you found his bluntness amusing.

His hands were shaking slightly as he moved a lock of your hair behind your ear. This was the first time you had ever seen Chishiya appear nervous. Even during intense exam periods, he always looked calm and collected. Perhaps it was because he was overstimulated from spontanously agreeing to host a get-together, or perhaps there was another, deeper reason for his nervousness. His eyes flickered to your lips. The action barely lasted a second, but you understood the meaning behind it. Both of your faces slowly leaned closer to one another. Although the smell of beer coming from the both of you was intense, neither of you seemed to care as your lips finally interlocked in a tight clasp.

You found his lips to be surprisingly soft despite the immediate hardness of the kiss. It felt as if this was something you both had longed after for ages, as there was a certain layer of desperation and lust already detectable in the way your lips and tongues almost danced together. He pulled you even closer, before lifting you up and placing you on his lap so you were straddling him. In this position, your hands found their ways into his blonde locks and his grasped your waist hard. Even though his grib was firm, you didn’t care. All that went through your head was the feeling of his lips, and how you could sense his already growing erection underneath his jeans.

His hands moved down to grab your ass, squeezing it and using his grip to move you just as he pleased. Controlled by him, you felt your body grinding against his - the friction of your jeans providing you both the pleasure you were seeking. You heard Chishiya groan when he broke the kiss, then felt him resting his forehead against yours. The only sounds audible in the room were heavy breathing and the sound of denim rubbing against denim. If you tried to listen, you would be able to hear your study group’s lively chatter faintly from the other side of the door, but neither of you paid that any attention. It was as if only the two of you existed.

Before long he let go of your ass and moved his attention to your shirt. At first, you felt disappointed, but this disappointment quickly got replaced with elation when you noticed what he was doing. With your help, Chishiya took off your t-shirt before admiring your upper body. He looked almost ravenous as his hands began exploring your chest, soon finding their way underneath the cups of your bra. Deciding to help him out, your hands went to your back to unhook your bra, throwing it to the floor. Chishiya’s eyes lit up even more - he now had free reign of your breasts and he made good use of that.

He leaned you backwards, making sure you felt secure despite the tilt by placing a strong hand on your upper back, and moved his face to your chest. His tongue moved over the slightly salty skin in the valley between your breasts, coating every inch of skin in a thin layer of saliva, before moving west to flick over your right nipple. You gasped, not expecting him to do so but definitely not complaining either. Noticing your reaction, he did it again, seemingly wanting nothing more than to please you.

Feeling yourself wanting more, you spoke up. Your voice was breathy and slightly shaky as you almost whispered: “I want you”. The words were simple but caused Chishiya to immediately spring into action by maneuvering you to the center of his bed, placing your head on a pillow. In an almost frantic manner that you had never seen Chishiya act in before, he went to unbutton your jeans, quickly taking them off and throwing them to the side. Just as he did with your bra, he spent some time admiring your underwear as if they were the wrapping paper of a nicely wrapped Christmas present, before freeing you of them.

You felt the damp fabric leaving your almost dripping lips, the newfound coldness only hightening your excitement. Chishiya’s previously shaky hands were now steady as he moved your legs apart and caressed your thighs, taking in the sight of your glistening center. His fingers calmly made their ways to your center, parting your folds and feeling the wetness. He teased your entrance, causing you to whine, before moving upwards to circle your clit.

The direct stimulation made you arch your back and moan out of reflex, a reaction that seemed to please Chishiya a lot. The circles became more confident, and shortly after you felt his other fingers on your opening again. This time, however, he didn’t stick with teasing you, but instead pushed in two fingers. The feeling made your vision go blurry. The only word you could use to describe the feeling of his long digits scraping across your sensitive front wall was ecstatic. His name left your lips in a primal moan. You didn’t notice it, but Chishiya definitely did.

“You like this, y/n?”, he asked with a voice smeared thick with smugness. He knew he had you feeling amazing. You nodded, but he wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Use your words. Do you like what I’m doing to you, y/n?”, he asked again. You swallowed another moan, your hips moving against his fingers to get every ounce of length out of them.

“Yes. More.”

Your reaction made him chuckle but he complied, starting to undress himself. When he was only left in his boxers, he reached over into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. Although you had never thought about Chishiya’s sex life before, he didn’t seem like the type of person to get laid reguarly. However, you didn’t question the existence of condoms in his room - right now you were just happy he thought that far ahead.

Finally, he took off his boxers to reveal his hard cock, the tip shiny with pre-cum. The sight made your mouth salivate. What you wanted most in life right now was to taste his girthy length, to take his entirety in your mouth and feel the protrusion of his veins moving down your throat. You watched as Chishiya carefully rolled the condom down, while you gathered the courage to ask to taste him. But before you got the chance to voice that desire, Chishiya had already leaned back down over you and lined himself up at your entrance.

He paused while looking at your face, waiting for a definite sign that this is what you wanted too. When you noticed that, you nodded eagerly and immediately felt his length fill you up. Your moan got caught in your throat and your eyes widened at the sensation. Due to the shock, you were completely unable to pick up the guttural moan Chishiya let out when he felt your tight walls around him. This was better than you had imagined it would be. Chishiya noticed your silence and saw your expression.

“Are you okay?”, he asked softly, wanting nothing more than to start moving his hips rhythmically against yours, but stopping himself from acting on his urges to check up on your comfort.

You were silent for a bit as you got used to his size. Finally you nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Continue, please.”

Chishiya hesitated for a few seconds more before deciding to trust your words. He began thrusting into you with deep, long movements, making the both of you experience pure bliss. The sound of moans filled up the room, accompanied by the sound of skin repeatedly hitting skin.

Your lips met shortly before Chishiya’s mouth moved towards your neck, leaving small kisses and gentle nibbles wherever his lips went. In response, your nails began digging into his back, leaving marks and causing Chishiya to groan once more. However, he didn’t stop you, seemingly liking the roughness of your actions.

It was as if your bodies were perfectly molded to fit one another. Every single thrust sent you both deep into a fiery pleasure that neither one of you wanted to ever end. The combination of the depth and tempo made the familiar feeling of a growing tightness in your abdomen show up. What sent you over the edge was when you felt Chishiya’s hand trail downwards over your body, barely able to move due to how close you were. His fingers landed on your clit, furthering the intense pleasure you were already feeling.

One, two, three. Three circular movements with his index and middle fingers were enough for your vision to black out. You felt the coil in your core finally snapping, sending pulsating waves of pleasure through every single body part. It was due to the combination of your walls pulsating and your nails digging further into his back, that Chishiya was no longer able to hold back either. With a moan muffled by your neck, he came together with you. His thrusts got sloppy as he helped you both achieve every bit of pleasure your climaxes offered you.

The echo of skin slapping against skin and the sound of your moans got replaced by laboured and heavy breathing. Chishiya rolled off of you and now laid on his back next to you, staring at the ceiling. You were both quiet, unsure what to do do or say now. Suddenly, the awkward silence got interrupted by your study group, whom you had blissfully forgotten all about, knocking on the bedroom door.

“The 7 minutes are up!”, the brunette girl in your group giggled with a singsong voice. “Come out, come out.”

The both of you exchanged looks before you sat up. “Give us a sec!”, you said with a somewhat shaky voice, causing laughter to erupt on the other side of the door. You and Chishiya both got dressed in silence, nervous of the reaction you would receive from your classmates once you emerged from the bedroom. Nonetheless, you eventually opened the door.

It was impossible for your study group to not notice your slightly messy hair and sweaty, blushed skin. For the rest of the night, the others occasionally teased you, finding the fact that you two slept together just because you had 7 minutes alone quite amusing.

Surprisingly enough, it didn’t bother you as much as you expected. Chishiya too seemed peculiarly okay with their teasing, his demeanor lighting up slightly as the night went on. You both knew it wouldn’t be the last time you did this. Preferably, you would be fully alone the next time, though.

#chishiya smut #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #alice in borderland #aib chishiya #aib #smut

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rickssugarplum · 7 months

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Rick Returns

After a much too long hiatus, I have finally made a new Rick fic. Wow. A lot has changed since my last fic, but I want to thank all of you amazing readers who have been so patient. Please forgive me if my writing is a little rusty. Thanks again and excited for Season 7 tonight! ❤

(Rick C-137 x Reader) SFW-, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Someone, Season 6 Spoilers, 1,900+ words

Rick comes to see you again after a long time. And you find some changes in him.

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It had been too long. Far too long. You hadn't heard a single word from Rick in what felt like a lifetime and were still wondering what the hell went wrong. It seemed to have happened out of nowhere. One day, everything had been fine, and then suddenly, he all but disappeared. He didn't come see you anymore; he wouldn't call you up, not even a single text. At first, you started to think an adventure went awry. Then you started thinking something was really wrong, but you weren't sure what. Is he on a new planet? Did he have to do a high-paying mission? What if he's hurt? Or could he be dead? With how things are now, he might as well be. He started to become a series of bittersweet memories now. You did everything you could to try to forget him, but that was pointless. Rick Sanchez wasn't a man you can just forget, no matter how hard you tried. Many tears were shed, and many thoughts crept into your mind. If his leaving had nothing to do with his space-traveling lifestyle.

Did I do something wrong?

Did he find someone else?

Was I...not enough?

Many months had passed, and you were certain the blue-haired scientist was out of your life forever.

Close to midnight, you were in your bathroom washing your face and getting ready to sleep. As you enter your bedroom, about to lay down in your bed, you hear a sound you thought you would never hear again—the loud warp of a portal.

Immediately, your heart sped up rapidly as you wondered if you were hallucinating. But when you saw a young brunette boy in a yellow t-shirt, you were completely puzzled.

".....Morty??"

You were worried he was here to tell you really bad news about his grandfather. But you had no time to even ask what was happening before another figure broke through the portal. A figure much taller. The silhouette of his spiky hair caught your eye immediately.

It was him. He was here. Rick was back in your room.

His eyes were fixed on you right away. There was almost a determination in them. Yet he also looked unsure.

"Thanks, Morty. I'll take it from here." He motioned the kid to the portal, presumably back home. The boy took a worried glance at both of you before turning back through the portal and disappearing. Now it was just you and Rick. Looking into his eyes for the first time in forever, all the pain came back crystal clear. And the source was right in front of you.

"Bab-"

"DON'T. YOU. DARE. 'BABY' ME."

Rick shut his mouth and understood right away. You were not going to let him off so easily.

"You son of a bitch." You spat at him.

"I know you're mad, and I-"

"Mad!? You ghost me for months; I haven't had even one measly fucking text, and you think I'm mad!?" You interrupted. "I didn't know what the hell happened to you! All these months without any contact from you. Nothing."

Rick stayed silent. He had no argument to make.

"At first, I just thought, 'Oh, he's on a big adventure with Morty! No biggie!' Or had a run-in with an alien mob or something, and it would just take a bit longer to get back to me," you explained. Looking back at Rick, he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes looking down to the floor. But you knew he was still listening.

"I was starting to think you were dead." You confessed, trying to keep yourself together.

Rick took in a deep breath before he answered. "I owe you an explanation. All I ask right now is that you'll let me give you that," he requested.

Goddamnit. Just hearing his voice again is painful.

"I thought you were done bailing on people," you said bitterly.

Rick interjected, "Hey, don't start with that." You watched him grab his flask out of his lab coat and take a sip from it.

"Why? Truth too much for you? Does the great Rick Sanchez actually have a kryptonite?" you mocked.

Rick put his hand over his mouth, keeping himself quiet as you let out everything you suppressed inside all this time.

"You told me you'd never leave me behind. No matter where you'd go, you would stick around." You scoffed. "I was really fucking stupid to believe you."

Rick was starting to get agitated. This was not how he pictured this playing out.

"Ugh. Look, I didn't come here to argue."

"No. You want to smooth everything over so I can do any favors you'll want. Bet you never even thought about me all this time. Out of sight, out of mind, right?"

"It's not like that!" he argued. The nerve of him "Why wouldn't it be? It's the same ending to every chapter in your life, Rick. You'll never change."

He winced. That one stung a little. You knew some of your statements could hurt him, but you were too angry to care. Part of you wanted him to see how it felt to be let down by someone you've given your heart to.

"You left an entire dimension after destroying it."

Rick was losing his composure. "Don't."

"Left your family on a tiny planet when the world was going to shit."

He didn't want to hear any of this. "Stop."

"You left Morty to be with some fucking crows."

"Knock it off," he warned.

"Or what!? Are you gonna leave again?" you challenged. "I was starting to accept the fact that you wouldn't come back. What would stop you now?"

"That's not what I meant!" he argued.

"Why would I be so special that you wouldn't bail again? You've done it your whole life. Starting with your own wife and daughter!"

Rick lost it. "I DIDN'T LEAVE MY WIFE AND DAUGHTER!" he shouted. His hands tangled in his hair, and his eyes squeezed shut.

That stopped you dead in your tracks. Confused, you stepped closer to him. A soft gasp escapes when you see that his face has now become wet with tears.

"Rick...?" you said softly. All the rage you previously had inside you has now completely evaporated. This new shift startled you. He was not someone who openly broke down. Nor would he tell such a lie while doing so.

If he didn't leave them, then why weren't they ever with him? Unless his wife took their child and left him, or if they had...

...........

No.

A new feeling is integrated into you: guilt. You were starting to pick up all the tragic pieces together. The heartbreak was plain to see on Rick's face as he trembled in front of you.

In that moment, the source of all his demons became more clear than ever before. He had truly suffered the worst kind of pain.

"Oh...Rick...." Your voice cracked. The distance between you both closed as you wrapped your arms around him. He accepts them immediately and holds on tightly.

"I'm so sorry..."

His face is buried in your neck. To shield his face, or more to just feel you again, it didn't matter. Right now, he needed this. Stroking his baby blue hair, you had almost forgotten how soft it was...

"Rick...I'm sorry...I had no idea..." you said in shame, thinking back to everything you'd said to him before. Now, he had every right to be mad at you. But his first response you received was a soft, gentle kiss on your neck, making you lightly shiver.

"It's haunted me for many years. Consumed most of my life," he confessed. Lifting his head up, you see his face. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were damp from his hurt flooding out of him. Your thumbs gently brush away the tears under his eyes. "I...thought I had finally could have a new chance to find some stability, be with a family, but...something did come up...and it all came flooding back..."

Your brows raised at that.

"So...that's why I haven't been around."

You still weren't entirely aware of the whole story. But one thing was certain: When Rick Sanchez is consumed by something, he gives his all into it.

"I'm such a fucking idiot..." you blurted out, shaking your head. "I thought...you had just gotten bored and moved on from me..."

Rick interjected, "Oh no, baby no..." He pulled you back into his arms, placing your head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed you as you took a deep breath in and out.

"You weren't the only one I hurt here... I-I had kept Morty out of it all too..."

A sigh escapes you. "He's such an amazing grandson to you," you mutter.

"Yeah...but he's not my grands-"

"Yes, he is." You interrupted. "It doesn't matter where you came from or where he came from. He's been there for you through everything and seen you at your worst. And the fact that he came here tonight with you just to make sure you were okay shows me that he still cares about you despite everything. I know he wouldn't want any other Rick. And you wouldn't trade him for any other Morty. You are his grandpa, Rick."

His arms hold you a bit tighter, a silent 'thank you' for your encouraging words.

"Did he tell you to come talk to me?" you wondered.

"Uh no. I, uhh, hooo boy...You won't believe it when I tell you," he warned you awkwardly.

"What?" You didn't know what or who else could convince him to do anything.

"I...was told I should see you by...my uhh...therapist..." he finished, rubbing the back of his neck.

Your eyes bugged out in shock. "A therapist!? You're seeing a therapist!??

He scoffs "Okay, you really don't have to rub i-" His sentence is cut off by a surprise kiss on his cheek, leaving him a little startled. "Oh, Rick. I'm so proud of you," you say sincerely. It's as if hell had frozen over. He really has changed.

"Yeah, she's, uh, she's alright," he admits with a small smile. "She also told me to tell you what I needed to say, so... I'm sorry."

Your vision starts to get blurry with tears. Those two simple words from this man mean so much. Cupping his face in your hands, you give Rick a small smile before leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. Your arms wrap around his neck, never wanting to let him go. He holds you close when he kisses you back with a little more desperation. He hasn't been kissed by you in so long.

When you finally break away to breathe, you look into his eyes again. This time, they look more serene. As if he feels some shred of peace for the first time in... he can't remember when.

"I've missed you..." you whispered. He pressed his forehead against yours.

"I missed you too, baby..."

With that, every shattered piece of your heart had been put back together. There was more he needed to share with you, but the emotional reunion and the fact that it was late at night left you exhausted. But you were going to sleep much more peacefully with the eccentric man resting beside you once again.

After all these painful months, Rick was finally back. He's changed in some ways, and you were looking forward to seeing how these changes would guide him to a better path.

Because, no matter what happens, you will always love him.

❤

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