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change of plans⊠again. iâm gonna be writing a âdadâs best friendâ dilf jake corruption smut because i cant get him out of my head & itâs driving me insane.
Warnings: Cursing, hints at depression, heavy drinking, mentions of sex, a lot of sexual tension, fluff.
Synopsis: Loâak has a bit of a reputation that heâs been trying so hard to break out of. He just needs the right girl to come and rescue him. Looks like he found her tonight.
For the best experience, listen to Ozone by Chase Atlantic
âDamn, this party is live tonight.â Loâak chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. He stood next to Neteyam and his mate, as they cuddled up next to each other by the drink table.
âMhm.â Neteyam hummed, completely focused on his mate before bending down to give her a kiss, and she obliged ofcourse. Loâak snapped his head at them in complete disgust.
âBooo! Get a fucking room!â Loâak leaned over, shouting into Neteyams ear. Neteyam detached his lips from his mate, giving loâak a death stare.
âGo find some business. Better yet, go find a NICE girl. Moms sick of the whores you bring home.â Neteyam spat, turning his mate in his arms, bringing her back into his embrace.
âIâm not thinking about a mate right now, bro. Iâm justâŠscoping the land.â He smirked, watching a group of girls walk past him.
âHi, ladies.â He spoke in his melodic tone, eyeing them up and down with his predatory gaze. âHey, loâak.â They all giggled, speaking in unison. He watched them walk away, burning wholes in their backsides, making sure he didnât miss anything.
âAnd thatâs exactly what you DONT want to bring home. Havenât you fucked ALL of those girls?â Neteyam asked, swaying his mate back and forth.
âSo? Whatâs your point?â Loâak asked, taking another sip of his drink, looking out into the crowd. âMy point is, thatâs toxic. Find ONE girl!â Neteyam chuckled, picking his drink up from behind him to take a sip.
âI think Iâve given myself too much of a reputation. She wouldnât give me a chance even if I tried.â Loâak spoke but immediately regretted it. No one knew that he actually did have his eyes set on someone in particular.
âSHE? Oh my eywa! Who? Give me all the details!â Neteyamâs mate spoke excitedly, so happy that loâak had a clue of who he wanted to spend his life with.
âgIVe mE AlL tHe deTAilS!âŠabsolutely not. You talk too much!â Loâak joked, chuckling as he unintentionally blew his cover, staring directly at you, dancing with your friends in the crowd. All of those girls, and he only saw you. Itâs like everyone else disappeared. Everything about you made his heart pound. Especially tonight. You mustâve just taken your braids out right before arriving. Your hair was curly, flowing down your back just how he liked. You wore cloths woven with beautiful crystals, a little more revealing than usual.
You had a thigh band on that matched your outfit. And all loâak could think about was pulling it down your leg with his teeth. Ripping your cloths off to reveal your beautiful body. Nuzzling his head into your gorgeous hair, to rid the scent of any other girl left on him. He wanted to be saved, rescued from his continuous cycle. He just couldnât seem to find the right girl who would take him seriously as a mate. But he knew that was his own fault, he built this reputation for himself, and it was hard to break it down.
âYouâre so obvious IDIOT!â Neteyamâs mate laughed, snapping him out of his trance.
âHuh? W-What are you going on about now?â He scoffed, rolling his eyes, not being able to look away from you, not even for a second.
âOhhh y/n, huh? Now thatâs the definition of a nice girl. And sheâs one of the best warriors in training. Sheâd be good for you.â Neteyam spoke, smiling before planting a kiss on his mates head.
âYeah, but will I be good for her is the question. I-I donât wanna fuck it up with her. I CANâT fuck it up with her. Shes different bro. The âbring home to momâ type you were talking about earlier. Sheâs so fucking sweet too. Strong, intelligent, and drop dead gorgeous. Why the fuck would she choose me? Iâm a trouble maker, an outcast. And shesâŠ..perfect.â Loâak confessed before downing the rest of his drink, grabbing the bottle from behind him to fill his cup to the top.
âLoâak havingâŠFEELINGS??? Oh my eywa!â Neteyam spoke sarcastically. âHow about you just go talk to h-â Neteyam started before stopping abruptly.
âIâm not going over there! Not until Iâm full of alcohol to calm me the fuck d-â loâak started, turning around to be met with you, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.
âHey, loâak.â You spoke with your sweet voice, smiling up at him. He was completely stunned, First time he was speechless when it came to girls. He looked down at you, completely tranced by your beauty.
âHiâŠâ he said emotionless, too focused on getting lost in your eyes. He wanted to drown in them, wanted you to trap him so he wouldnât have to keep living his life recklessly.
Neteyam and his mate looked at eachother with a lighthearted smile before turning back to the beautiful scene infront of them. LoâakâŠ.falling in love.
âWell, since youâre in the way. Think you can pour me a drink?â You asked jokingly, nudging your head to the table behind him.
âUmm..i-I uhh-â he stuttered, tail wagging aggressively behind him, giving away his true feelings without a single word. You giggled, hiding your face with your hand. He shook his head, snapping out of your hypnotic gaze.
âI-im sorry. Umm, sure! Sure, I can pour you a drink.â He spoke in a low tone, grabbing your hand bringing you closer to the table before he turned around to look at the drinks.
âWhich one did you want, pretty girl?â He spoke with a small smile, glancing at you before looking back down at the options. Your stomach filled with butterflies at the nickname. Sure, he mightâve called other girls pretty, and you knew that. But it didnât take away from the fact that he was talking to YOU in this moment.
âUhhh, whatever is in your cup.â You said, taking the cup out of his hand. âCan I actually justâŠhave yours?â You asked innocently, looking into his eyes. He watched you intently, eyebrow cocked with a light grin.
âYou donât even know what it is, y/n. Taste it first, see if you like it.â He chuckled, untwisting the bottle of the same drink, pouring himself another cup.
âI trust youâŠâ you spoke with a smile, making loâak whip his head back to you. He watched you down the drink, small drips flowing out the corner of your mouth, trickling all the way down your chest. You slammed the cup down, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
âSee? I trust you.â You giggled. And just like that, you had him in a trance for the 3rd time tonight. He eyed you up and down, bringing his cup to his mouth, taking a sip before setting it back on the table. He faced you, stepping dangerously close, but you didnât move. Just stared up into his eyes.
âYouâve got alittle something right here. May I?â He asked, holding his thumb out to wipe your neck. You nodded, not even a word needed to be said. The tension between you two was undeniable. He wrapped his hand around your neck very gently, using his thumb to wipe the access alcohol off of you. You two stared into each others eyes the entire time. Hearts beating in sync as he stepped an inch closer. He detached his hand from your neck, licking his thumb clean.
âMuch better.â He spoke in a melodic tone, rattling your eardrums just right. And there you were, falling for his charm just like every other girl. You snapped out of it, crossing your arms, looking up at him with an all-knowing glare.
âNo.â Was all you said, shaking your head. âNo?â He asked, tilting his head, eyes narrowed in confusion. âI wonât be another one of your one night stands. I refuse!â You raised your voice, pushing him in the chest with a single finger.
âItâs not like that, I swear.â He spoke softly, blinking back tears. His heart sank that you believed he just wanted one thing from you. He couldnât blame you, but he wished you would just hear him out.
âYes it is! What? Trying to seduce me or something? Like you do with all the others?â You asked angrily. âIâm not that kind of girl.â You spat, mean mugging him.
âI-I know youâre not that kind of girl, y/n. I wasnât trying to seduce you or anything like that, I swear. I- I justâŠlike you a lot. I canât help myself around you. I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable.â He rambled, trying his best to convince you that he didnât mean anything by his actions.
âSuuuure! And Iâm supposed to believe you, right? I know you, loâak. I know all of your little tricks. And IM NOT FALLING FOR THEM! Got it?â You snapped, gesturing angrily with your hands. He sighed, staring down at you in defeat.
âI get it, y/n.â He spoke in a defeated tone. Ears flat, as he shifted his head down to the ground, blinking back tears again before standing to face you. Your expression softened slightly, watching a single tear fall to the ground before he quickly wiped his eyes.
âLoâak?â You asked in shock, reaching up to grab the side of his cheek. He grabbed your wrist gently, placing your hand back to your side.
âNo, youâre right. Itâs my fault for giving you that impression. I donât blame you.â He smiled weakly, his puffy eyes telling a different story.
âI-I didnât mean to hurt your feelings.â You said in a apologetic tone, caressing his strong arm. He shook his head, sniffling as if he was sick.
âItâs fine. Iâve gotta go.â He fake smiled, grabbing the entire bottle of alcohol before walking off. âWait! LOâAK I-â you shouted, watching him walk off through the crowd of people. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly before opening them to see Neteyam and his mate in shock.
âWhatâs wrong with him? Didnât know he had feelings to hurt.â You spoke in a defeated tone, watching loâak drown himself in alcohol from across the forest.
âHe has feelings. He just doesnât know how to express them verbally. Everything is veryâŠphysical with him. I donât think he meant to make you uncomfortable.â Neteyam explained, watching his brother down an entire bottle of alcohol.
âYeah, Iâve never seen him like this before, with any other girl. I think he really likes you, y/n. He just needs alittle guidance, thatâs all.â Neteyamâs mate spoke, leaning her head back on his chest, shooting you a lighthearted smile.
Did he really like you? Even his brother and his mate said so. They wouldnât steer you wrong. You would be lying if you said you didnât like loâak too. Itâs just the other girls that you had a problem with. There were so many too. You couldnât compete with that, and you didnât want to.
The party started to die down, and people started to leave. As the crowd left piece by piece, you saw loâak sitting in the corner, still gripping the empty alcohol bottle. His head was hung to the ground as he massaged his forehead, as if he had a headache, or deep in thought. You hesitated, but walked over to him.
âHey.â You broke the silence, standing infront of him. His head shot up at you immediately, giving you his undivided attention.
âHey.â He shot you a drunk smile, before throwing his head back down to the ground. You bit your lip in contemplation, trying to think of something else to say. Nothing came to mind. Instead, you held your hand out for him, waiting for him to grab it. He looked at your hand before his eye contact trailed up to your kind expression. âw-whatâs this for?â He slurred, pointing to your hand in confusion. You sighed, rolling your eyes with a smile.
âYouâre drunk, let me walk you home.â You spoke sweetly, wiggling your fingers to get him to grab your hand. He sighed, feeling so helpless in this moment. He was supposed to be walking YOU home, not the other way around. He didnât deserve you. He grabbed your hand, standing up lazily.
âThank you, y/n. Really.â He spoke in an exhausted tone. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder to maintain some kind of balance. Even though his vision was blurry.
âNo problem, loâak. Letâs get out of here.â You chuckled, wrapping your arm around his waist, making your way to his hut.
The walk to his hut was mostly silent, minus the times you two stopped so he could throw up. And you were right there with him, holding his hair up, and patting his back. Heâd apologize that you had to see him like that, and youâd just wipe his mouth with the napkins you brung specifically for this reason.
When you finally got to his hut, you werenât surprised at the mess. You walked over the bottle cans, and empty alcohol bottles to lay him down on his cot.
âYou ok?â You asked, pushing a strand of hair off of his sweaty forehead. Smiling down at him as he looked up at you through hooded eyes. âMhm.â He hummed, smiling at you drunkenly as his eyes opened and closed lazily.
âGet some sleep, ok?â You spoke softly, caressing his cheek. You turned around, taking in the filthy room around you.
âYou know, you should really clean up, loâak.â You said sternly, picking up all of the empty cans on his floor, throwing them in the trash bag by the door. Then you proceeded to fold his loincloths, placing them in the drawer nice and neatly. He rolled over just to watch you clean his hut. No girl had ever done that for him, not that they should. But it was nice of you to do. He just couldnât bring himself to do it by himself, it overwhelmed him. And he rarely spent time in his hut because the mess made him feel worse about himself. So to watch you clean it for him, helped him in ways he couldnât even explain if he had the time to.
âYou didnât have to do that.â He shook his head in disappointment at himself, feeling more defeated than he ever has.
âDonât worry about it, I wanted to.â You smiled, closing his drawer before dusting your hands off. âListen, I have to go, but Iâll be back in the morning to check on you.â You said, nodding your head as you made your way to his hut door. Every step felt like a knife to the heart, because he wanted nothing more than for you to stay with him.
âY/n?â He muttered, but loud enough for you to hear. You stopped in your tracks, hoping that this would be the moment he asked you to stay, just so you could monitor him for the night. You turned back to him. âYes?â You asked, voice full of hope. He hesitated, but it was now or never, and he chose now.
âStay with me? I promise I wonât try anything. Iâll even sleep on the floor, and let you have the cot justâŠ.please. I donât want to be alone tonight.â He spoke softly, barely above a whisper. You closed the hut door, walking over to his cot, bending down to become eye level with him.
âYouâve got something comfortable for me to wear?â You asked sarcastically with a lighthearted smile. He chuckled, sitting up on the edge of the bed before standing to his full height. He walked over to the drawer and picked out an oversized T-shirt, bringing it over to you.
âLet me guess. From the lab, huh?â You asked with a small chuckle, grabbing the shirt out of his hands. He smiled down at you.
âYes, maâam.â He nodded. âHow many girls have worn THIS one?â You asked, stepping dangerously close to him. So close that your breasts laid against his stomach. Eyebrow cocked as you untied your loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. Yet and still, he kept his eyes glued on yours, not even attempting to look at your naked body.
âNone. Iâve been saving it.â He said In his same melodic tone. You tilted your head as if he was bullshitting you. You untied your top, but it stayed in place between you and loâaks embrace.
âOh yeah? Saving it for what?â You asked in a sarcastic tone, backing up slightly to let your top fall. He licked his lips, still keeping his eyes locked on yours, like the gentlemen he was learning to be. âFor my future mate. So go ahead and put it on already.â He whispered, holding your chin with his finger.
His future mate? You didnât even know loâak wished to be mated the way he tossed girls around. Who knew it would be you that could possibly change him?
âIâm not fucking you, loâak.â You tilted your head, with a small smirk. His eyes narrowed, letting your chin go.
âI wasnât planning on fucking you either.â He titled his head, a smirk creeping across his face. You were almost offended. What did he mean by that?
âSooo, you donât want to fuck me?â You asked confused. He chuckled, stepping alittle closer, If that was even possible.
âNever said that.â He responded. âDo you want me to fuck you?â He asked, with a devilish smirk. You almost gave in right there, but you had a feeling this was one of his games. And if you were being honest, you understood why so many girls fell for it.
âYes- I MEANâŠNO!âŠ.NO! NO! NO!â You shouted, pushing him away slightly. Pulling his shirt onto your body. He laughed, watching you scramble in-front of him.
âSuuure.â He said sarcastically, brushing past you to get back on his cot, getting comfortable. He patted the cot, signaling for you to come lay next to him. You walked over, climbing into the cot, facing him.
âTo be completely clear, you didnât want to fuck, right?â He asked, wrapping his arms around you. âLOâAK!â You shouted, your voice muffled by his broad chest. He laughed, caressing your back.
âI joke, I joke!â He chuckled, shutting his eyes. âLoâak?â You asked, wiggling in his embrace to get more comfortable. âYes, y/n?â He smiled, holding you a little closer to him.
âWhat are we doing?â You asked hesitantly. He kissed the top of your head, drawing circles in your lower back.
âWeâre sleeping. Get some rest. Letâs talk in the morning.â He responded, sighing before shutting his eyes once more. You smiled into his chest, planting a small kiss.
âGoodnight, loâak.â You whispered before drifting off to sleep. âGoodnight, y/n.â He spoke in a deep voice, before drifting off to sleep as well, faster than heâs ever had, finally finding that comfort heâd been searching for all along.
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