summary: reader gets jealous of Hook and Bridget after thinking it was a good idea to get Hook back by setting him up to flirt with Bridget for a prank (revenge gone wrong)
genre: fluff probably
warnings: shit talking Bridget with your inner monologue, sorry to any HookHeart fans you’ll probably hate this mini series(?) lol, no no words (cuss words), etc.
a/n: this will have three parts, sorry for the hiatus. Part three will be smut from a request (shower sex), sorry if this one is a little short had to cut it down lol there’s not much hook x reader yet, that will start in part two.
wc: 1.4k
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Part 1:
“You’re actually fun to talk to... I like you.”
The pink haired girl gave you an excitedly warm smile when you compliment her that was enough to make you gag from the sweetness radiating off her (that you swore just gave you diabetes) if you weren’t currently luring her nauseatingly adorable ass into a trap.
“Really? Oh gosh, that’s so sweet of you, Y/n… thank you!” She says bashfully in that voice that was like nails on a chalkboard to your ears every time you heard it, but you force a believable enough smile with a small “no problem” in response.
She tilts her head as she studies you for a moment with an intrigued expression, you’d give her a dirty look if you currently weren’t stuck in this shitty position if Hook wasn’t so quick to say “not it” as soon as he heard who the next victim for your cruel pranks would be as did the rest of the VKs as well.
You tried and fought hard to get him to do it instead of you, including pulling the “If you love me” card but unfortunately to no avail. Only getting a snicker in response by your best friend.
So alas, here you were, sweet talking the poor “walking cavity of sweetness” known as the Bridget of Hearts of Wonderland into yet another one of Uliana’s practical jokes.
You were definitely getting him back for this.
You always thought to yourself about how foolish and gullible someone would have to be to fall for these tricks over and over again as much as Bridget did.
God what a dumbass you found yourself thinking frequently every time she fell for one after another, it was almost comical how naive and stupid she was.
It’s one of the many reasons why she was Uliana’s favourite victim. Because she was easy in that sense.
After a few seconds you hear her voice pierce through your eardrums again, “you know, I never knew you could be so nice, I mean, don’t take this the wrong way but… you VKs tend to be… well…” she trails off as if she was trying to find a nicer way to voice her thoughts. It pissed you off really.
“Bitchy and cruel?” You finish her thoughts, raising your eyebrows slightly, keeping your tone neutral
“Well… I was gonna say standoffish and intimidating, but those work too”
You both share a laugh, though one was genuine and the other was forced, god, even her manners drove you absolutely nuts. She couldn’t even cuss her own barbaric bullies out.
“well, I guess we’re just… misunderstood. We’re actually pretty nice once you get to know us… or if we like you.” You added the last comment, “and in this case, it’s because I like you.” You give her a smile as you gave the cliche ‘misunderstood’ excuse.
“Lucky me.” She replies with a smile, “though I’m a bit confused about how you show it… I mean, you’re not very nice to me when you’re with… your friends…” she says in a softer tone, it would’ve made you pity her if you didn’t already hate her.
You gave her a faux sad smile, “I know… I’m sorry about that it’s just well, you know how Uliana is, I’d rather stand by her than to be against her… stupid I know.” Lies. You loved it.
Bridget sighed, “Y/n…”
Just then you thought of a way, amidst your scheme of trickery, you thought of a way to get back at Hook… Uliana didn’t specifically say how you had to lure her to the place of the prank…
The once saddened smile turned into a smirk as you glanced back at Bridget, “actually…” you waltzed a little closer to her, “I’m not the only VK who takes a liking to you, you know…” you started in a cruelly mischievous tone
Bridget perks up like a dog who just heard the word ‘treat’ when you say that causing you to giggle, “really..? Who?” Your smile widened, you knew that would get her attention.
“…they’re quite fond of you actually… it’s half the reason why I came to talk to you, he wanted me to…”
She listened intently as she waited for you to reveal who it is, “well don’t keep me in the dark, Y/n who is it?” She urged you, her eyes big and intense, but in a nauseatingly adorable way that even you couldn’t deny even if you tried.
“…It’s Hook.”
Bridget’s eyes widened in surprise and shock, “you mean… James… likes, me..?” She blinks, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
You nod and cross your arms giving her a proud expression, “he wanted me to tell you to meet him tonight at 7 at the fountain, he has something important he wants to ask you.”
-time skip-
You walk into the lair with a pissed off expression, you glance over to the VKs who were awaiting your return from sacrificing your own sanity of being nice to Bridget.
Morgie was currently trying to see how much popcorn pieces he could catch in his mouth, having Maleficent and Hades throwing them up for him while Hook… well, was being Hook and was just throwing the popcorn straight at his head aiming for his eye for fun, though the bored look on his face would make you think otherwise. Hook logic.
You cross your arms and watch them with an unamused expression as you clear your throat to get their attention, they quickly glance over at the sound of your voice and see the very obvious irritable expression on your face.
Uliana glances over at you and gives you a smirk, mostly because she was enjoying the fact that you were very obviously not happy which told her you actually followed through, “you do it?” She asked as she hopped down from the table and walked over to you.
Uliana tended to take a sick satisfaction in having you VKs bend to her every whim. She enjoyed the power she felt from it.
You rolled your eyes, “yes. She said she’ll be there tonight, just like you wanted.” You paused before continuing “though… I may have persuaded her in a way that I knew would work…” the smirk you gave Bridget crept back up on your lips as you said it.
Uliana quirked an eyebrow, “oh? And how’d you do it?” The rest of the VKs stalked over to you both as well with curiosity.
You kept your smirk on your lips as you glanced over at Hook, eyeing him up and down, “I might’ve told her you fancy her and her prissy little self.”
Hook’s eyes widened in shock, you swore you could see the moment his heart stopped. “what?! Why would you do that?!” He asked with a raised voice, it was almost comical to you how betrayed and disgusted he looked at the revelation, his accent more prominent than usual as he spoke whenever he was upset.
The other VKs however looked amused, Maleficent and Hades snickered and Uliana and Morgie both full on cackled causing Hook to send a glare over at them.
“Oi, don’t laugh! The last thing I need is for my reputation to be ruined if word gets out that I fancy the bloody priss.” he leans into your face before continuing to yell causing you to lean back a bit at the sudden intrusion of your personal space, “which I don’t!”
You lightly push him away from you by his chest unbothered by his mini tantrum, “oh come on Hookie. I had to talk to her in public, people think I’m friends with her or something.”
“But that’s different! You lied and said that I basically wanted to secretly fuck her!”
“I said you have a little crush on her! Not that you wanted to hook up with her!”
“Same bloody thing!”
You scoffed “oh don’t get your bloody trousers in a twist.” You mocked his accent, “you should’ve thought twice before calling ‘dibs out’ before me!”
Before Hook could reply which, by the look on his face, he was about to really let you have it, Uliana interrupted “Enough! Both of you! What’s done is done, Hook. Get over it.” She practically hisses
Hook huffs and crosses his arms, “fine. I’ll just, charm her way to her humiliation.”
I recently (FINALLY) got to watch Benedict cumberbatchs version of Sherlock Holmes’s and according to my mother… i had a very visible reaction when he walked in (alleged blushing and excessive eye contact with the screen) . I have genuinely no idea what it is… and i am very much a lesbian.
Istg nobody believes me when I say Tom Hiddleston was gyrating and twerking on the stage whilst performing a Shakespeare play because I respected the rules of theatre and didn’t record. But I found someone who did record!. Now I have proof. Sexy proof 😈 🤣
reader: bridget’s best friend, implied royal
genre: fluff, flirting
plot: hook won’t leave you alone.
white rabbit!reader series
part 1
genre: hurt/comfort
plot: you’re pretty sure the necklace your boyfriend gifted you is cursed.
part 2
genre: fluff
plot: hook makes it up to you.
james hook x masc!reader
reader: peter pan, enemy/rival
genre: fluff, flirting
plot: your favourite pirate returns to neverland.
wednesday addams!reader series
organised in chronological order
part 1
genre: fluff
plot: you push hook into a river.
part 2
genre: fluff, getting together
plot: hook joins you on a walk in the forest.
part 3
genre: fluff
plot: your boyfriend insists you help him with his new makeup.
part 4
genre: fluff
plot: you get jealous.
part 5
genre: mostly fluff, foreboding ending
plot: you finally meet your boyfriend’s friends at castlecoming.
uliana x james hook x gn!reader
reader: ichthyophobic (fear of fish), vk
genre: fluff
plot: your partners try to take you on a date on a boat.
james hook x gn!reader
reader: royal, innocent/goody two shoes
genre: fluff
plot: your boyfriend tries to convince you to skip class.
james hook x morgie le fay x fem!reader
reader: pirate
genre: fluff, chaos, established relationship
plot: your boyfriends bring chaos to the jolly roger.
james hook x fem!reader
reader: bridget’s older sister
genre: hurt/comfort
plot: you break down, thinking you're not enough for your boyfriend.
james hook x fem!reader
reader: anastasia tremaine
genre: hurt/comfort
plot: james surprises you.
james hook x fem!reader
reader: bubbly
genre: fluff, mild reverse hurt/comfort
plot: james isn’t a fan of your new adopted son.
james hook x morgie le fay x hades x maleficent x uliana x gn!reader
reader: implied vk
genre: fluff
plot: you have a sleepover with the vk’s.
james hook x morgie le fay x hades x maleficent x uliana x fem!reader
reader: vampire, transfer student, friend of bridget & ella
genre: fluff, flirting
plot: you confront your new friends' bullies.
james hook x fem!reader
reader: king midas
genre: angst with a hopeful ending
plot: you argue with your boyfriend.
james hook x morgie le fay x fem!reader
reader: royal, shy, friend of bridget & ella
genre: silly flirting fluff
plot: your best friend protects you from some unlikely pursuers.
james hook x morgie le fay x masc!reader
reader: eugene fitzherbert/flynn rider
genre: flirty fluff
plot: your boyfriends are tasked with stealing merlin’s office key—you tag along for some fun.
james hook x morgie le fay x gn!reader
reader: no notable details
genre: silly fluff
plot: the boys ask you to castlecoming.
james hook x fem!reader
reader: best friend
genre: fluff
plot: you find a playlist named after you on james’ ipod.
james hook x gn!reader
reader: vk
genre: angst with a happy ending
plot: you confront your boyfriend for being too touchy with maleficent.
warnings: SMUT!!, ANGST!!, this is EXTREMELY TOXIC!!!, mentions of safe word, mentions of cheating(?), and mentions of underage drinking (drink responsibly), reader is a hoe/slut/whatever term you wanna use for it lol, unprotected sex (PLEASE USE CONDOMS), squirting, creampie, etc!!!
an: tbh I didn’t think it would get this angsty or this long lol, idk if I like the way this one turned out, but yea, enjoy..? Lol also, there is a change of pov so sorry ab that lol
word count: 3.4k
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“Where the hell is she?!” Uliana barked at the four teens who were scattered about the Cauldron in the centre of the table, a dangerous maniacal expression visible across her face as she glanced around frantically at the others. The VKs were about to pull off possibly their biggest prank yet, maybe bigger than the prank they successfully pulled on the previously known sweet, pink, and ‘adorable’ princess two years ago. “Successful” meaning after the school year, she never came back to school and has since disappeared back down the rabbit hole to Wonderland, never to be heard from again. Was it harsh? Yeah. But did the VKs care? Not one bit. The prank had finally made them get the “respect” they deserved, or… believed they deserved from the students at Merlin Academy, and that’s all that mattered most to Uliana. This sent them on an extreme power trip and only craving more fear from their peers, so Uliana wanted to do something bigger, a prank on the entire school. Y/n was the one who came up with the idea of the prank and Uliana loved it. But of course, on the day of the prank that Y/n came up with, she was late once again. It wasn’t new for her to be running late no matter how important the day may be, and that wasn’t what initially pissed Uliana off, but it was now for the same reason: an extremely late night booty call that would result in her sleeping in and usually missing first period at the very least.
This “phase” of hers started ever since she and Hook had broken up about 4 months ago. It was a messy break up to say the least, and it was her way of coping. Hook absolutely hated it, and it hurt him more to know that the only way she could cope was to have a different guy in her bed every night just to boost her own confidence and self esteem that he wrecked which had earned her the title MA school slut. Every time he saw her now, there would be a new hickey or a bruise that was visible from how rough the guy treated her and used her body in any way he wanted. She knew they were visible, she made sure of it, because she knew it would piss him off and also because she didn’t care. It was like a physical symbol of how damaged she was emotionally and mentally. But as much as he wanted to say something about it, it wasn’t his place, not anymore. So his true feelings for her deep down that made him concerned and pity her turned to hatred and anger, bubbling within every time he saw her at the fact that he had to bite his tongue about it and act as if he didn’t care. Their friends however couldn’t care less about what she did with her life, or body, and most of them didn’t. But when it was all they heard Uliana complain and bitch about on a daily basis is when they began to grow tired of it as well.
Because they shared the same friend group, they had no choice but to keep hanging around each other and it was awkward for the group the first few weeks with the two ignoring and trying their best to stay out of each others way, but eventually Hook came to terms with the fact that they had to stay in each others lives wether they liked it or not. He knew what he did to her was wrong and he did feel bad, but no matter what he said or did to try and make up with her (for their friends sake), it never worked. Y/n was having an extremely difficult time with coming to terms with it, she would have an attitude towards him and would never give him any time of day. She made it known that she didn’t like him and wanted nothing to do with him anymore, especially after what he did to her. The rare times they actually did talk (which was almost never), they bickered and threw small insults at each other.
Hades and Maleficent only shrugged, frowning as they did so, uninterested. Uliana groaned and mumbled something under her breath about how useless they were before turning to the boy on her right who was currently stood with his arms crossed like he would rather be anywhere else but there. He slowly looked over at her and gave her a dirty look, “What?” He questioned, a hint of attitude lingering in his voice. She shook her head in disbelief, scoffing, “uh hello? Go get her!” She snapped at him while pointing towards the entrance of the lair. “Wha- no? Why me?” He asked bewildered. “Because all you’re doing is standing there looking pretty, make yourself useful, Hook!” She hissed while coming closer towards him in a threatening manner. He leaned back as she came closer to him completely invading his personal space, “no, I’m okay actually. She’s not my responsibility.”
“Yeah, but you’re the reason why she’s been acting like this.” Maleficent smirked as she took Uli’s side. Hook gave her a look and back to Uli who raised her eyebrows in agreement.
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Hook stood on the outside of her dorm waiting impatiently for her to answer the door, knocking for what seemed to be the millionth time (really, it was more like 5). “Leave me alone!” He heard your voice yell from the other side. He doesn’t know why he constantly let Uliana boss him around, but alas here he was again, this time letting her force him into being his ex girlfriend’s personal alarm clock. He found it embarrassing, glaring at the few students who passed by. Part of him wanted to say fuck it and leave, but he knew Uliana would throw a hissy fit if she saw that he didn’t come back with Y/n. So, contemplating on what to do, he decided to barge in her dorm as any fucks he gave before drained out of him, he was sick of it.
It was dark and the smell of sex lingered in the air, clothes trailed on the ground that led to the bed where she was buried under the large, soft sheets with a mountain of pillows scattered around her head. He instantly went over to the window and ripped open the curtains, sunlight instantly flooding in and lighting up the room. Y/n groaned and pulled the duvet over her head, “get out!” “I would love to, trust me. But-“ “James?” Y/n peeked over the blankets in confusion and made eye contact with the pirate who was stood by the window. “Yeah..hi.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and slowly sat up, rubbing her eyes. Before she could say anything, another head from beside her shot up in alarm and looked at him, “shit. Uh, I’m just gonna..” he quickly threw the covers off and frantically put his shirt back on, James watching him with a judgmental look as the guy grabbed the rest of his clothes and shoes off the ground and ran out in only his shirt and underwear, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving the two alone in an uncomfortable silence.
James cleared his throat, “…um, sorry for scaring away your, friend…” he said awkwardly but also uninterested. Y/n shook her head, “It’s fine. I didn’t like him anyways. He was kind of an asshole. But, what the fuck are you doing here in my dorm?” She questioned, the drowsiness slowly clearing up around her head. “Uliana threatened me to come get you. I didn’t mean to intrude but I am not leaving here without you.” The girl raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “yeah… no. I’m not leaving here with you. I’d rather chug a gallon of poison.” Hook shrugged, “I wish that was an option, but really, Y/n. I’m protecting us both from Uli. So I suggest you get your ass up now and get ready before I drag you out of here myself.” He said in a stern and threatening tone. She crossed her arms and stayed in place in an attempt to protest against him, “now.” He repeated, when she saw the look on his face she knew he wasn’t joking. She groaned and threw the covers off and finally got up, beginning to walk over to her closet. Hooks eyes widened when he saw that she was completely naked, with only a small thong that covered little to nothing. It also just happened to be his favourite she’d wear to tease him with when they were together. His eyes traced her figure, the small bruises and marks on her chest and ass making him fill with rage. He didn’t know if it was because they were from someone who didn’t actually care about her and was just another scumbag who was simply using her for her body, or because they weren’t from him. Both perhaps..?
“I can feel you staring.” She said annoyed while she finished putting her top on, glancing over to him that sat across the room leaned up against her desk. He made eye contact with her and she saw the angered and unimpressed look on his face, “what?” He rolled his eyes and looked away, “nothing. I just don’t know why you let guys who don’t give a shit about you treat you like that.” She threw the pants she picked out over her arm and turned to him, biting her cheek before scoffing, “treat me like what?” He turned to her and mirrored her body language, crossing his arms, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to offend you, darling.” he laughed bitterly tilting his head slightly, blinking innocently, “I just don’t know why you’re acting like this and allowing yourself to get treated and used up like some fucking slutty ass cum dump.” Y/n’s mouth dropped at his sudden cruel bluntness. She knew he was right, and she was well aware of how she was acting. But no one has ever “cared” enough to be that straight up and call her out on it to her face. But it was his fault.
She looked away and shook her head in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of her cheek with a dangerous breathy laugh, “okay you really wanna start this now?” She started, walking up to him slowly and throwing her pants on the ground, “you’re really asking me why I’m acting like this? Why do you care what I’m doing with my life all of a sudden after we broke up?” Hook sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Y/n. I’m not trying to argue. I’m just saying it’s really unhealthy and you shouldn’t be-“ “oh! So it was completely fine for you to be doing the same thing while we were together?” Y/n questioned while throwing her hands to the side, “it was one time! I was drunk and I hardly even remember it!” “Oh fuck off! It doesn’t matter whether you were drunk or not! Being intoxicated doesn’t excuse you for acting like a man whore all night at the only party I wasn’t able to make!” She took a deep breath, “and with the one girl you told me not to worry about? Really?” Tears pricked in her eyes as her voice cracked at the end of her speech while she yelled in his face.
“You don’t think I feel bad about it?! You should be glad I even told you the truth about the kiss in the first place!” The two went back and forth, screaming at each other as unexpected tears streamed down their faces. Hook backed her into the wall as he angrily expressed his frustration and feelings, “-and gods sake for the millionth time Y/n I said I’m fucking sorry!” He cried out their faces were now inches away from each other, out of breath and eye brows furrowed as they stared into each other’s eyes mixed with hatred and rage. In the heat of the moment, they suddenly clashed their lips together hungrily into a heated make out session. Their tongues dancing around in their mouths fighting for dominance as he pushed her up against the wall and his arms pulled her hips closer to him, her hands pulling at his hair. It surprised them at first, but neither of them pulled away as they missed each other’s touch all too much. Y/n quickly jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as the kiss continued to get even more heated and sloppy. Their bodies moved perfectly in sync with one another, y/n whined at the contact against her heat at his growing erection.
2nd person pov
Hook pulled away and tugged at your shirt, you let him pull it off effortlessly and he kissed down you jaw to your neck, biting and sucking harshly in the same spots as the previous guy had left his mark causing you to let out small moans. He made sure his were more prominent and dark before latching onto your sweet spot on your neck that never failed to drive you insane. “you know- every time I see- your neck marked up- I don’t think- I ever saw one- here.” His voice mixed with cockiness that was muffled with his mouth pressed up against your skin. You moaned as he bit harder before soothing it with his tongue. “Oh my god-“ you breathed out, grinding against him more. “It drives me crazy- knowing that- every guy- you’ve slept with- doesn’t know how to- make you feel good.” You were gasping in pleasure, missing the feeling of someone actually knowing, or even caring, to make you feel this good. It was true, every guy didn’t ever take the time to at least try and learn how to make you feel good. They either assumed what felt good, or just simply didn’t care, only using you for their own pleasure.
He carried you over to the bed and threw you down, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants and underwear down enough for his cock to spring out before leaning down to your face, “can I ask how many times total you’ve actually came while sleeping with them, darling?” He asked while caressing the side of your face, “total..?” You asked cautiously. He nodded and you thought about it, “ten…” you lied, trying to look away, “not including the fake ones.” You sighed “…um..maybe three..?” You shyly admitted, face turning a light shade of pink. He smirked and pulled your hips closer to his, “that’s what I thought” he pulled your thong to the side and lined himself up, “I can easily make you come more times than that.” He stated. Your eyes widened at his words but before you could say anything, he pushed himself into you causing you to let out a moan. The feeling of him stretching you out perfectly made you throw your head back, gripping the sheets beneath you. “Oh fuck-“ you whimpered as he bottomed out, “that’s it, just feel it.” He cooed. He pulled back out and eased back into you. You gasped at the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you at a steady pace. You knew (especially from experience) that it was extremely rare to find someone who could make you feel good without trying. It made you more upset that James was that person for you. Like your pussy was made to fit around his cock. Like it was made just for him and him only.
He picked up his pace and ducked his head down to your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking it while he rubbed circles on your sensitive clit. Your hands found their way back into his hair and you let out desperate moans, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. You ground yourself onto him, meeting his hips as your back arched off the bed, “fuck- James-“ you cursed, tugging at his hair more as you felt your release approaching fast. Your walls tightened and you felt your first orgasm wash over you letting out a groan. He lifted his head and looked down at you while still fucking into you, “not even a few minutes in and I’ve already made you come?” He smiled. Your legs shook at the overstimulation while furrowing your eyebrows and flipped him off but quickly grabbed his wrist beside your stomach as he skillfully positioned his hips to hit your g spot causing you to moan louder and he let out a chuckle finding it amusing how well he made you feel.
Your grip on his wrist tightened and your eyes rolled back feeling your second orgasm approaching quicker than the last as you let out a whimpered scream. “Yeah, you can do it, come for me again baby.” He praised, “shit!” You screamed out as you came again on his cock. The sound of your juices squelching out from your hole as he still continued to fuck into you filling the air. You dug your nails into his skin as your whole body began to tremble beneath him. You shook your head, “I- can’t- take it- anymore-“ you cried. He brought his hand up to your face, “yes you can-fuck-“ he cut himself off with a moan, “two more for me, come on.” He stopped for a moment to throw your legs over his shoulders and began picking up his pace, this time faster than before causing your toes to curl as he hit a spot deeper inside you. He grabbed your hand as he ploughed his hips into yours. Your mouth fell open and your eyes clenched shut, raspy weak moans escaping your mouth. You hated that he was the only guy who knew how to make you feel this good. But at the moment you didn’t care, mind too caught up in the way his cock filled you up in all the right places. The continuous feeling of his tip abusing your cervix and sounds that fell from his lips (that you missed terribly) made your whole body tense up as it ripped another orgasm out of you.
He grabbed your hips to hold them still, feeling you try to pull away from the extremely overwhelming and intense feeling of pleasure soon turning to pain. The walls of your pussy clenching as tightly as possible, not knowing if they were trying to suck him in or push him out. “Too much! Too much!” You screamed, “just one more, I know you can do it sweetheart. You remember our safe word- don’t you darling? If you want me to stop- shit- just let me know.” Of course you remembered. Though you’ve never had to use it, and you knew he knew how much you could handle. Your stubbornness wanted to prove to him that you could take what he gave you. Soon after, your thoughts were clouded by the feeling of your last orgasm that hit you harder than the rest, your whole body spasming and trembling as you screamed his name louder than ever, eyes rolling all the way back in your head as juices squirted out of you like a fountain while you felt him finish inside of you, moaning out loud with you before pulling out.
Your body continued to shake uncontrollably and you let out pathetic whines with tears streaming out of your eyes again as the feeling didn’t stop even after he had pulled out, your hole clenching on nothing but air. He soothingly rubbed circles on your thigh trying to calm you down from your high, talking you through it. Eventually you came down, body and legs still shaking. When you both caught your breaths, there was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air once again. Neither of you knew how to feel or what to say. Hook silently got up and grabbed a towel from your bathroom, cleaning you off first then trying his best to clean up the mess you’d made on him and his clothes without much luck. He sighed and turned to you,
“Um… do you still have my spare change of clothe-“
Content & Warnings: Care fic, detailed descriptions of dry, itchy, cramped hands, other then that it is purely fluff and coziness, Hook is so incredibly soft in this, hand massages, some lightheartedness, kissing, getting together, you guys this is my magnum opus I have never put so much effort into a fic before, this whole thing is cozy fluffy care fic between two extremely thin slices of bread
Summary: Your hands were so dry and cramped from working on a paper assignment. Then, a certain pirate shows up and whisks you away to make you feel better
Your hands were in agony.
Hunched over in your library chair, you were pouring sweat and tears into your paper for school. Or rather, knuckles and finger nails.
You’d been at it for hours, scratching away at the parchment with your pen that you constantly feared would run out of ink. Actual sweat ran down your brow once or twice, but you just wiped it away; with your free hand, so as not to stop writing.
The weather had been warm recently, and you had found you needed to begin moisturizing your hands daily. The problem? It was nighttime now, and you had no time to reapply any.
And your hands were suffering for it.
You could see the skin start to go taut and pull apart as it dried out and became flaky. It turned red as the irritation and itching crawled throughout the back of your hands, from the wrist to the finger joints. Touching it revealed a harsh texture and gave flashing feelings of discomfort.
The all encompassing, unpleasant feeling didn’t just stop there, however.
You’d been writing for hours, and your hands were cramping.
The muscles in the palm of your writing hand hurt the most, nearly contracting from holding the pen for so long. You would rarely spare a moment of hand stretches to prevent spasms. Nonetheless, they ached and begged you for a rest; to be able to soak themselves in some nice hot water to sooth and alleviate their torment.
You pushed through it.
Stooping over the table, you continued to write. Your hands pleaded for mercy, but you continued on.
It wasn’t until the peeling skin at your knuckle cracked and began to turn red from blood did you drop your pen and cradle your hand to your chest.
What were you to do? Your hands felt awful.
You felt awful.
Even if you put a stopper on your project until tomorrow, how could you even begin to tend to your languid flesh?
“Hello Darling.” A deep, charming voice said to you.
Hook.
He appeared at your side, instantaneously taking in the sight of your poor, abused hands. His usual flamboyant tone dropped into something small and concerned, full of disbelief.
“What have you done to yourself?”
You shyly offered your limbs up to him, seeing no point in hiding the damage. He took a calloused palm in his own, examining it closely.
“You poor thing…” He mumbled, thumb ghosting over rough skin.
Something about the way he said that got to you, even though you tried not to let it. He sounded so worried and… handsome.
You and James Hook were not together. You two weren’t even friends. You were merely… acquaintances, of a sort.
Hook was a big flirt, that much was known. However, you had your suspicions that his “pretend” romantic advances towards you were more frequent than with others to hold some actual weight to them.
But that was just hopeful thinking.
As you sat there, exhausted, with this endearing man looking all over your poor state, you allowed yourself to daydream a little. Where was the harm?
Standing, Hook continued to analyze your fingers and joints, eyes completely not focused on you.
This wasn’t helping you at all.
You scratched the side of your wrist with the hand currently not in his grasp.
“Stop that.” Hook patronized softly, brow creased and lips pursed.
“It hurts.” You whined, not doing as he told. Sighing, Hook gently grabbed your wrist and brought it to his lips, kissing the area of your attack.
“You need to treat yourself more kindly.” He breathed, causing heat to flush over your face. Fearing your words would come out a blubbering mess, you simply nodded your head.
“Although…” he started sounding more like his usual self. “I suppose I could be the one to treat you kindly…”
What did he mean by that?
Tugging your arm, he tried to get you to stand up.
“Follow me.”
At that point, anything to get away from writing. But you couldn’t just leave your work here.
“No, don’t worry.” Hook assured, motioning you to stop. “I’ll come back and get it later.”
With that beautiful accent, he could tell you to do anything.
Still silent, you followed him out of the library and into the hallway. You had no idea where he was taking you but you didn’t even care. Not just because it pulled you away from your self-inflicted torture, but because the man you fancied was the one leading you.
How badly could this turn out?
He still held your hand, to your surprise. Never once did he let go as you silently traveled through the corridors that weren’t dark when you had previously entered the library.
Finally, you came across a door. It was for this reason he finally released you to grab a key from his pocket; since he only had one set of fingers.
You hadn’t even noticed how much Hook holding your hand made it feel better, because it wasn’t until he let go that a soreness enveloped it again.
Unlocking the door with a click, you both made your way inside. Grabbing your fingers, he guided you around a dimly lit, beautifully decorated dorm room and brought you to a padded, high-backed, sofa chair.
Greeting it like an old friend, you immediately sat down. Reposing your tired limbs on the arm rests, you felt as if you were positively sinking into the chair; its plushness and warmth swathing you.
You sighed in contentment. It was the most comfortable thing you had ever felt, with the cushioning urging you to be further engulfed by its promises of coziness.
Giving your eyes a break, you examined the room with your other senses.
The first thing you noticed was some sort of incense. It smelled fruity, but in a more exotic way. Citrusy. Perhaps with a mixture of lemon? Whatever it was, it was calming and pleasant.
A faint, electronic hum could barely be heard near a wall. Likely, it was a diffuser that enabled that lovely smell to fill the air. Hearing footsteps make their way carefully around the room, you slowly peeked an eye open.
Your eyes quickly grew heavy, but you managed to see a dashing Hook approach a piece of furniture. The next thing you heard was something light with a soft beat.
It was some type of jazzy music, like something you might hear in a relaxing coffee shop. No words, just chill instruments that you could nod your head to. Or would, if you had the energy that the sofa was steadily draining from you.
You gave yourself a deep, happy inhale; enjoying this wonderful environment that Hook provided for you.
Speaking of Hook, he appeared at your feet, taking a seat at the footstool you weren’t using. Scooting it towards you until his knees stopped at your chair -that you were definitely enjoying sitting in too much- he placed a tray over your legs.
The first thing you noticed was the two, large wooden bowls precariously filled with water.
Was that steam coming off of it?
You opened your mouth but Hook shushed you lovingly.
“Let me handle all of it.” He assured you, always maintaining a low, soothing voice. Gently taking your hands one at a time with his own, he placed them in the bowls.
It felt amazing.
The hot liquid enveloped your limbs and instantly began to seep into the aching muscles; melting away the tautness in the tendons like butter over a burning stove. Already your fingers began to feel loose and noodle-y, with the heat healing your hands like some sort of magical tonic.
“This feels so nice.” You murmured; head tilted back in satisfaction. Hook was still right in front of you and he nudged the side of your knee with his own. You felt a tiny jolt at the sudden contact, surprised that he was so eager to touch you and even more surprised at how it made your face feel warm.
“Yes?” You whispered, trying not to disturb your peace.
“Your hands are done soaking.” He told you, already moving to take them out.
“I’m not done yet.” You protested; eyes still closed. You weren’t ready to give it up. Not yet.
“It’s supposed to help rehydrate your skin.” Hook said, ignoring your plea and pulling your fingers out of a bowl. Finally, you looked at him, and almost to your own disbelief, made tired puppy eyes at him with a “Please?”
Hook sighed but didn’t stop, moving onto the other one with a red color dusting his cheeks.
“Just let me take care of you.” He murmured, the sound caressing your ears like honey on a spoon. You were pretty sure you were blushing.
You just hoped the dim lighting was enough to conceal it.
“What else are you gonna do?” You asked him, attempting to wrap your head around the fact that he was going to be “taking care of you”. If someone told you an hour ago that you’d be in James Hook’s dorm that night, with him helping caretake your physical ailments: you would have laughed in their face.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” He mused.
You think I’m pretty?
You almost uttered the question aloud, but held yourself back. He’d said stuff like that before, whenever he flirted with you in the halls.
But this was different.
This was in the privacy of his own room.
Nothing about this was performative.
He was treating you this way of his own accord.
You gasped, feeling something cool touch your left hand.
“Forgive me.” Hook told you as you opened your eyes to discover the source. There was some pale substance on your fingers where you felt the chill. Then, he moved your hand onto his knee.
Laying on the tray was a pump container, holding what you could only conclude to be lotion.
“Are you… moisturizing my hands?” You asked, averting your gaze. His palm felt nice and warm when gently clutching your own.
“Of course.” He said, pressing his thumb over the spout to get some more lotion into his hand before lathering the cream onto your knuckles. “You aren’t better yet.”
“I’m doing just f- ah-“ you stuttered as you felt intense pressure between your fingers.
Was he massaging your hand?
You sat in silence for a moment, feeling your face burn at the sound that just escaped you and surely made its way to his ears. Trying to ignore it, you easily got comfortable again on the sofa. Hook’s own fingers were rubbing the moisturizer into your skin, rehydrating it. Rolling his thumb, he pressed grooves in between your knuckles, shifting the tendons around. As he did so, however, his fingers underneath your palm pushed up; massaging the muscles that made up most of your hand.
Your embarrassment and unsurety quickly melted away once you realized how good he was at it, though you tightly pressed your lips together to ensure you didn’t groan; which wasn’t easy. Every touch eased away the soreness that plagued you. Every jab into the tender flesh made you feel all fuzzy.
Turning the front of your hand to face him -fingers pointed up-, he turned to kneading your palm with his thumb and- Oh, that felt good.
He began at the wrist, pushing inwards as he applied tense pressure, grinding into the pads of skin. Moving to the center of your palm, he glided outwards, easing the cramps into minor inconveniences; molding it like putty.
“Are you alright, Darling?”
You almost jumped at his voice and opened your eyes to look at him. And that’s when you realized:
You’d been making faces.
As he performed his miracles on you, you got so caught up in how pleasant it was that your face started contorting.
Not knowing how to even begin explaining or excusing any of that to Hook, you just nodded your head for him to continue.
He did just that, unpausing his lovely task of massaging your hand and making you wonder if this was all a dream.
Before you knew it, he moved onto your right hand. He chose to start with your cramping palm this time, instantly digging his fingers into it. Your breath caught in your throat like a web, and you did your best to avoid any noise slipping out from you. That didn’t stop the blush you could feel creeping up your neck, but you were going to do your best to avoid making a fool out of yourself.
Oh, gosh, when did he learn to do this? How did he know exactly where to press into, with exactly that much force? He was like a magician and a mind reader all at once, turning you into a warm puddle on his sofa.
You could practically feel the blood flowing through your hand; hot and fast, while he worked his magic. Whenever he stopped for a moment, your lush skin would tingle in a way that made you giddy.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Dearie?” Hook asked upon hearing a content sigh rise from between your lips.
“Yeah…” you murmured softly; eyes lightly closed. “It just feels really nice…”
At that point, you just accepted the fact that you were a helpless, blushing mess in front of him. It didn’t change the fact he was still massaging your hands, and-
You let out a groan as he pressed into a part that was particularly gritty and sore. It just felt so good.
Hearing a little chuckle, you tried to mentally will your face to cool down as you heard a “Does it really feel that nice?”
Lying about it would get you nowhere. Worst case scenario; he’d stop doing it.
“Yeah,” you hummed. “It does…”
If only the scented air could cool off your ears. They felt like they were steaming.
“What about… when I do this?” He said teasingly, and proceeded to push his four fingers into your palm; clamping around your hand. You took in a sharp gasp of air.
“Hook-“
“Easy now.” He soothed, and his voice sounded closer to you then it previously had been. “Let me continue to make you feel good... You deserve it, hm?”
Hearing that made you light headed, so you barely let out a response before slipping back into that fuzzy, pleasurable state.
The nerves underneath your now-moisturized skin buzzed in choirs of ecstasy, happy to have rough fingers make them hum back to life. Butterflies alive in your stomach, you turned your focus back to the calming music that was actively playing. Those things, along with the incense and Hook’s tiny, adorable mumblings, put you wholly at peace; sinking into the cozy sofa and wishing that this would never end.
You really hoped things wouldn’t just go back to normal tomorrow after this was over. You needed him. You needed to feel his hands on yours and have his pretty voice whisper sweet nothings to you as you just soaked it all in like the squishy sponge that you were. You-
Hook stopped.
He let go of your hand.
You opened your eyes.
“How do you feel?” He asked you, gazing at you full of wonder and sweet concern in those rich, dark eyes of his.
“You- you’re done?” You asked, voice high. It was over? The tingly-ness in your hands prickled again, and it took everything to not just shove them back into his own. His brow furrowed and those perfect lips parted once again.
“I- yes I’m done, sweetheart. Do you still ache somewhere?”
You were so tempted to lie.
“No- I just…” You were too embarrassed to finish your sentence. What could you say without sounding like a helpless romantic.
“Oh…” He said carefully, bringing a thumb up and swiping it against your blushing cheek. “You want more…”
You averted your gaze at that, too flustered at all of it to respond. He gently brought your chin back to face him, and your heart practically skipped a beat.
“Is that it?” He asked sweetly. Dark hair framing his face, there was not a single drop of regret or reprehension in those deep, deep eyes. You realized your breathing was uneven as you pondered your answer, still feeling hot and lightheaded at every single touch and look from him that turned you into human jelly.
“Yes.” You whispered, the sound barely coming out of your lips and curling around his ears like vapor.
“What more do you want?” His thumb returned to brushing your cheek. The skin there sparked and tingled at the contact. The fingers under your throat made the area feel tight. Your eyelids felt so heavy looking at him.
“I want you.” You told him, with your tongue loose and heavy from the physical change your body felt like it had been going through this past who-knows-how-long.
Hook’s face flickered. His hand dropped from your cheek. Worry shot through you. However, it was quickly dispersed as he went back to holding your fingers; lifting them up.
Slow enough to drive you insane, he strategically and impulsively kissed your knuckles with the softest press of his lips. Electricity jolted up your arm and spine, stirring the butterflies into a storm. A small noise escaped you as Hook looked at you through his dark eyelashes; still facing your hand.
“And what is it exactly that you want of me?” He asked, breathing slowly onto your fingers before deeply inhaling their scent.
“I-“ you stuttered, suddenly getting a bit of cold feet. What if you messed this up? You’d never forgive yourself if you did and he rejected you. “I wanted to repay you?” You phrased it more like a question; trying to test the waters.
He set your hand down again, then painfully took his time as he brought his fingers back to your jaw.
“You can repay me with a kiss.” He mused in a slow, flirtatious way. Your brain just about short circuited.
Everything in your mind cut dead.
Blank.
His eyes were right in front of yours now, and they made no effort in hiding what they wanted. His eyelids wavered, looking almost sleepy as they looked up to spare you a glance, spilling to you all the secrets of his desires.
“That seems awfully cheap.” You whispered, still frozen in place; a bit unsure of what to do. So, you tried going the route of flirting like him. “Maybe you’d like to help me discover a better price?”
Hook let out a genuine smile. Then, with the utmost care and attention, he leaned into you and softly placed his lips against yours.
Your whole body stiffened up.
And yet, your chin tipped up so easily at the slightest tilt of his finger as he graced you with another kiss on your lower lip.
Swooning and easing up a bit, you sighed as he gave you a few more across your mouth and trailed partway onto the skin next to it; giving everything he touched a light, prickling sensation. Then, at the same snail pace, Hook pulled back.
Leaning forward in an attempt to keep your lips connected as long as possible, they inevitably pulled apart. You gasped once the contact ended, as if having reality hit you like a truck.
Hook searched your close face for answers as unsurety took hold of all his features.
“Sorry…” he whispered, sparing your lips a glance before returning back to your eyes. “Was that too presumptuous?“
Your stomach tingled in delight as his words caressed your ears. He was so worried about you being comfortable about it all. How could you not fall for someone so handsome and caring? Let alone not enjoy his undivided love and affection.
Getting thoroughly distracted by the lips that you just had the wonderful pleasure of feeling against your own, you struggled to find your voice to work; opting to gaze at him so pleadingly that he couldn’t mistake the look for anything else.
Awe filled his eyes as you carefully brought your hand to his cheek, and in the same beat he brought his fingers into the back of your hair. His breath blew out of his parted mouth and grazed the skin of your lower face softly. It felt like a warm, dizzy dream as you held each other in such a close and heavy distance.
He pulled you closer to him and your noses bumped slightly, before he reconnected your lips once again; moving them gently against yours. Then, they turned a little less precise. A little more wanting.
Hook brought the curve of his hook to the underside of your chin and repeatedly stroked it down your throat. Shivering at the cold touch of the metal that so heavily contrasted with the rest of the warmth he was gracing you with, you felt the need to keep both of your hands preoccupied too.
In a moment of ingenuity as you leaned forward to move yourself away from the chair, you brought your hand in between his collarbones. Tangling your fingers into the chain necklaces that were warmed by the body heat of his own chest, you brushed at the skin underneath. Hook took a slight intake of air and shuddered, before promptly pushing you back into the cushion of the sofa in a deep kiss.
You gripped the metal and used it to pull him closer; not expecting the outcome of that.
Letting go of your scalp, he snaked his arm around your waist. Somehow managing to get his left hand underneath you without scratching you, he lifted you up and amply turned around. Thrown off guard, you desperately clung onto him as he plopped down right in your seat with an oomf.
You giggled; now comfortably sitting sideways on his legs with your knees bent over the armrest; Hook to your left and now seemingly shorter. He kept his hand around your side while his left hook draped itself over your lower thigh.
“You’re strong…” you breathed airily, a tad lightheaded.
Hook let out an adorable little chuckle as he tilted his forehead forward and touched yours.
“The easier it makes to steal things.” He said intently.
“Like my heart?” You quipped lightly, though there was only truth behind it. You didn’t wait to receive an answer before teasing his chest and the jewelry there with your fingertips while giving him a chaste kiss.
After that, Hook’s eyes took precious hold of your countenance; taking a moment to gaze at your features. Then, he closed the distance again.
A few moments passed, and you two parted, smiling into each other’s faces.
“I can only hope I’ve managed to steal the heart of a fine treasure like you.” He whispered in earnest. His brow was creased as he looked barely upwards at you. While he spoke, he traced his hook on your leg, making little patterns that made you shiver. “For those treasures are always the hardest to obtain, because it is up to them to be taken.”
Sighing happily, you played with the back of his hair in your left hand; wrapping the strands around your fingers and sifting through them.
Hook seemed to nearly melt at that, and his hand tightened its grip on your waist- pulling you impossibly closer.
“Well,” you began, nuzzling your face in his neck. “you don’t have to worry about that; You’ve already succeeded.”
You heard a tiny gasp escape him, so you leaned back to look at him. He was absolutely star struck with his jaw gone slack.
Trying not to seem too amused, you pushed his chin gently back up. Quickly, he let go of your waist to take hold of your fingers and press them against his lips.
“You’re stunning.” He whispered in awe.
You grew faint at the sight of him, with him looking at you with such love in his eyes; like you were the only thing in the world he wanted to see right then. He took a deep inhale and exhale as he rubbed your knuckles, which reminded you bashfully of how he had done that mere minutes ago. And yet, he still stayed focused on you; lost in your eyes.
Face feeling warm, you averted your gaze, instead deciding to focus on the curved piece of metal that was now gliding sideways along your leg with delicate care.
“Don’t look away from me Darling.” Hook murmured, pulling your view back to those dark brown pools of warmth.
Letting go of your hand, he brushed his fingers against your cheek, and a tingling feeling burst across the skin. Lips parted, he glanced up and down multiple times, slowly leaning in. Hook looked so lovely as he kissed you again; drawn out and yearning against your lips. He was a slow, magnetic pull that you couldn’t help but sink into. You felt safe, cared for, and loved.
He dragged his thumb over your bottom lip, putting your faces as close as they could without actually touching. When he looked up at you, his eyes wavered back and forth, and you could count the eyelashes adorning them.
“Will you be mine?” He asked, barely above a breath; as if anything louder would break the silence and the spell you two were under. “Will you let yourself be mine?”
Your face burned with heat, and you could only hope it wasn’t visible. Disbelief filled you and told you this was all a dream or some figment of your imagination.
But this was reality.
You’d be a fool to turn down the person who wanted you just as much as you wanted him.
Slowly blinking, you nodded your head.
“Yes.” You told him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Then, you whispered against his lips with lidded eyes. “But only if you can be mine as well.”
Hook chuckled, and your heart fluttered.
“Of course Darling.” He looked so happy to say that.
“You’re not going to flirt with other people though, are you?” You said, and the insecurity slipped through. You had no doubt how much he cared for you, but a tiny part still recognized that he had a playboy up until now.
“I know I’m a bit of a flirt,” he said softly with a tiny smirk. “but I’ll try to contain myself; I promise.”
You drew your mouth impossibly close to his.
“I guess I’ll just have to make sure I’m enough so that you don’t flirt with anyone else.”
Hook’s eyebrows creased and he cautiously placed his hand on your hair.
“No, no, you’re enough. You’ve always been enough. Don’t think otherwise I beg of you.”
“But…” you fidgeted with the back of his hair, looking down. “How can I believe that if flirting with just me isn’t enough?”
Hook tilted your chin back up to look at him and saw your visible pout. His eyes looked slightly glassy as he spoke.
“I won’t flirt with anyone else.” He affirmed, promising you. “You’re all I’ll ever need.”
Then, he kissed you for the umpteenth time that night, and it was just as magical as the last.
He kissed, and kissed, and kissed you; trying to infuse his statement into his actions. His lips were soft and tender and felt absolutely perfect against yours. You wanted to imprint this memory in your mind forever.
Although, with Hook as your boyfriend, you could actually relive this moment again and again; every day.
The kiss could have dragged on and on, if it weren’t for the fact that you yawned against Hook’s mouth. He paused, before placing another kiss once you were finished.
“Let’s get you off to bed now, ay?” He said, and you realized your eyelids were getting heavy.
Nodding slightly, you went to stand up, and the tiredness that you should have been feeling seemed to wash over you all at once. So instead, you slumped back into his embrace.
Your body felt so heavy as the exhaustion of the night slammed into you like a hammer. Sliding your arms around his torso, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his shoulder.
“Fivemoreminutes?…” you pleaded with your words slurring together and getting muffled in his shirt. His hands moved to your back and rubbed the area comfortingly.
“It’s late, Darling.” He whispered into your ear, and you responded with a hmm. “Let me walk you to your dorm.”
The last thing you wanted to do was leave his warm embrace, but you knew that he was (unfortunately) correct.
Pulling yourself off of his lap, your legs went unbalanced as you tried to stand with your feet on the solid floor. Hook’s hand went to your waist to steady you, and you subconsciously leaned into his touch.
“Let’s get going.” He nudged you.
And so, you were off down the dark, long hallways to your own dorm. The thought of getting to collapse in your mattress became a desirable fantasy. You leaned into Hook as he led the way; still holding his right hand against your side.
Gently grasping that part of him with your own fingers, your eyes would waver open a bit before closing again.
You were practically sleep walking as your feet barely kept up.
“Almost there, Love.” He encouraged, rubbing up and down your waist with his palm. You hummed in acknowledgement.
Finally, you were there; right in front of your door.
Peeling away from Hook at an agonizingly slow pace, you turned around.
You weren’t ready to say goodbye.
Your heart yearned for him.
Hook seemed to understand what you were thinking, because he told you that you would see him tomorrow.
“But I’m going to miss you.” You said.
Fingers still interlocked with his, he pulled your hand up and slowly spun you around on the wooden flooring before pulling you in for one last kiss.
“Then dream of me.” He uttered into your lips.
You took hold of his hook and held him close to you.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” You implored, eyes closed and noses touching.
“Of course.” Hook said before lifting your hands to kiss your knuckles again with enough care to make you melt. “Let me know if your dry hands are ever suffering again. I’ll be right there to help you.”
Swooning at the physical attention, you tried not to rest your weight against him; reminding yourself that this wouldn’t be the last of it. You would get to see him tomorrow.
Head already filling with daydreams of the next day, you didn’t resist as your new lover pulled away from you. And with him out of your touch, your world seemed to shrink.
“Goodnight Darling.” He said softly, eyes filled with adoration as he forced himself to walk away.
“Goodnight Hook.” You whispered back, knowing that your eyes must have looked just the same.
The words “I love you” rested on the tip of your tongue, but you decided to withhold the phrase, instead choosing to watch the one who held all your affection drift away around a dim hallway corner and into the night.
Sighing deeply with your gaze fixating on the spot where he had last been, you turned around, and entered your dorm room.
An: hii, day one of hooks kinktober is here! Not much to say other than I hope y’all enjoy this one! Also lmk if you’re interested in being tagged in my kinktober posts
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“Please..?” You begged your boyfriend, drawing out the word in a whiny tone.
You haven’t seen James all day as he’s been busy with tons of tasks that Uliana has been getting him to do, which left you alone the whole day without almost any interaction or quality time with him. You were bored and felt lonely without him, so of course when you heard the door knob you instantly felt your mood lift. You ran up to the door and practically jumped on him as soon as he came through the door, he caught you in his arms as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a koala, clinging to him as if your life depended on it. “I missed you so much!” You said in between kisses, “I missed you too, my love.” He said as he squeezed you tighter, you nuzzled your head into his neck, taking in his scent and touch you’ve been longing for. He carried you over to his desk and tried to pull you off, you only clung onto him tighter, “I have homework to do, love.” He says tiredly with his head resting over your shoulder as he hugged you once more. You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, a pout forming on your face, “but I just got you back…” you complained, “can’t I just sit on your lap while you do your homework then? Maybe I can help?” You suggested, he thought about it for a moment, “okay but I really need to focus, so please, y/n, behave?” Your face lit up and you nodded, “okay I will” he smiled back at you, giving you a quick kiss and sat down resting you into his lap as he grabbed the books that were put off to the side. You snuggled into his lap, legs draped over his getting more comfortable as you watched him get settled.
“What class?” You questioned curiously, “Calc.” He said simply, you looked up at him with a shocked expression, jaw dropped and eye brows raised as you met his gaze, you only blinking in response, “what?” He asked as he smirked at your reaction. “Like, calculus?” He nodded, “I don’t think I’d be able to help with that one. I hate math.” He let out a short breathy laugh, “that’s okay I didn’t expect you to” he said as he patted your bottom and kissed your cheek. You looked over the textbook pages and over the unfamiliar and complicated looking formulas, watching as he wrote stuff down with his hook wrapped around your lower waist, holding your close. After a bit of watching you had soon grew bored of it and shifted to get more comfortable, hips jolting as you unintentionally rubbed your clit perfectly against his crotch causing you to let out a small closed mouth moan. You cleared your throat as a pathetic attempt to hide it. “You okay?” He asked seemingly unfazed by the action, you nodded, “yeah, just trying to get more comfortable.” You lied, feeling the wetness slowly pool in your underwear. He hummed in response before you moved again, this time on purpose, trying to get more friction earning a grunt from him causing you to smile. Your neediness for him only grew stronger, which started off as you only wanting to be close to him and feel his touch in any way you could, but now you wanted to feel him more than you already were. This wasn’t your original plan, but you just couldn’t help it, the feeling of his soft member already creating a bulge in his pants made you ache for his fully erect cock inside of you.
You bit your lip as you did this a few more times every few minutes, sighing each time your core connected with his which in turn was slowly making him harder. He rested his chin against the back of your shoulder, “I know what you’re doing.” He says with a low tone by your ear, the one that drives you crazy. You turned back to look at him, “what am I doing..?” You hummed innocently causing him to roll his eyes and fixed his position beneath you, you gasped as you felt his semi-hard bulge push against you and you instinctively rolled your hips. “Y/n…” he warned, gripping onto your hips, stilling your movement, “sorry, force of habit.” You giggled causing him to scoff, “well stop moving around so much and you won’t get so worked up” “too late…” you mumbled and ground your hips once again. He sighed in frustration, “y/n, please. I really need to focus. Just tell me what’s gonna stop you from being so distracting so I can get my homework done?” He said desperately. You thought about it and a smile appeared on your face, “can I sit on your cock..?” He shook his head, “no, absolutely not. I don’t trust you. You can’t even sit still without it so what makes you think you’ll be able to sit still then?” You pouted, “please..?” You begged your boyfriend, drawing out the word in a whiny tone, “I just want to feel you inside of me” you whined once again, “I haven’t seen you all day and you’re already tired, so I know we most likely won’t do anything later.” You mumble under your breath. You quickly turned around in his lap to face him, straddling him, “I swear I won’t move.” You said seductively while playing with his hair. He raised an eyebrow, “promise..?” “Promise!” You said happily. He rolled his eyes and gave in, you quickly got off of him and took off your shorts and underwear and climbed back on top of him in the same straddling position, unzipping and pulling out his cock beneath you.
You pumped him a few times before lining yourself up with him and slowly sank down onto him with ease from your already wet walls, a pleasured moan escaping from your mouth as his cock filled you up. He sighed at the feeling of your warm sticky walls enveloping him as he bottomed out. You relaxed your thigh muscles, melting into him and resting your forehead on his shoulder, focusing on the feeling of his tip pressing hard to your cervix causing a hot fluttery sensation in your stomach. You felt so full, so incredibly full. “I missed you so much.” You whispered in his ear, “I missed you too, now hush.” He replied, giving a light slap on your ass while looking over your shoulder causing you to let out a whimper. You stayed like that for a long while, your arms draped around his neck, cheek rested on his shoulder and hands tangled in his hair breathing heavily. It took everything in you not to move, but the sore feeling in your pussy aching for movement made you let out a whine, “are you almost done?” “Almost” he replied, rubbing your back soothingly. “You’re doing so good” He praised causing you to clench around him making both of your breaths hitch. The feeling began to get too much and you slowly moved your hips up and sunk back down onto him, he instantly stilled your movements, “quit it.” He said sternly, the sound of his voice making your walls pulse which, in return, made him twitch beneath you, you bucked your hips at the feeling.
After a few more agonizing minutes you finally heard him put down his pencil and lifted your head, you looked at him then slowly glanced down between your drenched thighs, a sticky clear substance stringed between them, you let out a choked sob at the sight of your throbbing cunt with shaky legs. You looked back up at him with tear stained cheeks and he gently caressed the side of your face, wiping some of the tears, you relaxing into his touch. “god you’re a mess darling…” he pitied, you only let out another sob. He cupped your ass and slowly began moving you up and down his length as you let out a loud moan. You threw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he watched the way you took control over your own movements bouncing on his cock, lifting your hips and lazily collapsing back down onto him with knitted eyebrows, your own hands exploring your body. He watched in awe with lustful eyes as one of your hands desperately grabbed at your shirt while the other felt up your tits and stomach, rolling your head around in pure bliss with your mouth agape. Sharp high pitched moans and noises escaped your mouth, getting louder each time he hit the same spot deep inside you over and over. “Fuck, I’m gonna-“ a harsh gasp interrupted you, “cum-“ you let out another desperate moan as you felt your high approaching quickly. He grabbed your hips and helped you ride him while thrusting up into you, getting deeper than before. “Go ahead. Make a mess on my cock for me, won’t you love?” He said in between heavy breaths, “such a good girl” he continued praising. Your legs began to shake violently and you screamed as your orgasm hit you like a wave crashing over you. A clear watery substance gushing out of you as he continued to fuck you on his cock. You clenched around him as he did so, causing him to still his movements, his cum gushing into you and painting your walls. You fell limp against his shoulder as he fell against the back of the chair, both breathing heavily.
You slowly lifted your head and you both looked down at the mess you made on the both of you, his clothes soaked with your juices and his cum dripping out of your hole around his cock that was still buried inside of you. Your face grew red in embarrassment, “I’m sorry..” you smiled shyly, hiding your face and looking away, not wanting to make eye contact with him. He took your hands away from your face, “no, no, no. No need to be sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped your face and forced you to look at him and brought your face closer to his, “you never have to apologize for making a mess.”
a/n: I apologize for the wait! I had writers block for this one and when I reread what I had written I didn’t like how it was going so I tried my best to fix it, sorry if there’s any errors or not as good as the others. Anyways enjoy!
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“Are you sure..?” a careful look on his face as he asked once again, hovering on top of you who was now in your underwear and bra, “yeah, I think so.” He gave you a look after your response and took his hand away from you respectfully causing you to quickly nod your head frantically and pull him back on top of you eagerly, “yes, I mean, yes. I’m sure.” He smiled and kissed you once again, “okay, if you want me to stop at any point just say the word and I will.” You smiled at his sweetness, “okay”
He planted soft, feather-like kisses down your jaw and stopped at your neck, leaving light marks all along your neck and chest causing you to gasp each time he grazed your skin with his teeth, unclipping your bra. He stopped after getting down to your lower stomach and looked up at you, “is this okay?” You nodded, “I’m gonna need to hear you say it if you want me to continue, love.” “Yes” you said shakily, your hands finding their way to his hair as he went closer to your heat and gently kissed your clothed clit earning a closed mouth moan from you. He took the waistband of your underwear and you lifted your hips so he could slide them off you. “Good you’re gorgeous darling…” he complimented as he looked up at you from between your legs and saw the blush form quickly on your face with a shy smile, he smiled finding your flustered state adorable.
He pulled you closer with his hand and hook around your thigh before making contact with your clit with his tongue. You let out a loud moan at the sensation of his tongue doing wonders on your bundle of nerves, your hands tugging at his hair attempting to bring him closer, “oh fuck-“ you moaned out feeling his tongue entering your virgin hole, bucking your hips as you felt a small knot form in your stomach. He pulled away and you whined at the loss of contact as he kissed back up your body while skillfully unbuttoning the rest of his shirt that was already halfway undone and you helped pull it off his body. You were now a blushing mess at the sight. You’ve seen him shirtless before but never in this situation and it only turned you on more. You brought him in for a heated kiss, more needy than ever now, your moans were muffled as he rubbed circles on your core this time with his fingers. He slowly entered a digit into your pussy, gently pumping it in and out of you going deeper with each pump earning a whine of pleasure to escape from your throat with your hands feeling down his sculpted body and stopping above his pants, trailing back up to his shoulders as you continued kissing and grinding on his hand.
After he added a second finger you felt the knot forming once again and you pulled away from the kiss, “James-“ you started before gasping at his fingers curling up into you again and pushed him away at his shoulders. He instantly stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out of you. He looked at you with his deep brown eyes with a worried expression, “are you okay?” He questioned, you let out a breathy laugh, “yeah, I just…” you nervously trailed off, feeling embarrassed. “You can tell me, it’s okay.” He reassured while softly rubbing your cheek. “I just didn’t want to finish too fast..” You mumbled shyly. He laughed softly, “aww, it’s okay my love.” He cooed and kissed you again, your hands went down to the bulge in his pants, palming him causing him to groan at the feeling.
Soon after he began discarding of his own pants and underwear as you watched his hard member spring up and hit his stomach. He saw your intimidated face as you eyed his cock and smirked, “what?” You blinked a few times before answering, “is that… even gonna fit?” You looked up at him with a shocked expression. He got back on top of you and smiled, “don’t worry darling. I’ll go slow” he whispered teasingly. You nodded and he lined himself up with your dripping hole, you nibbled your bottom lip at the feeling of him gathering your juices with his tip. He reached for your hand, and looked back up at you, “if it’s too much, just let me know.” “Mkay” you nodded. He entered you at an extremely steady pace as a pained moan fell from your lips while you watched him enter you, you squeezed his hand at the pain of his cock stretching you out for the first time, furrowing your brows. “Oh my god- shit.“ you said breathlessly. He stopped halfway and looked up at you, “you okay?” He asked while rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on your hand. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You exhaled. He nodded and after a moment began sinking into you again, your other hand against his hip and tears forming in your eyes as he did so. "so tight. Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth as he bottomed out. It took everything in him not to start moving, the warmth and tightness of your pussy around him almost being too much to handle.
You whimpered and he quickly glanced up at you at the sound. He brought his hand up to your cheek and wiped the single tear away, “is it too much?” He asked with genuine concern, guilt washing over him as he thought he had hurt you. You shook your head, “no, no. I’m fine. Just- give me a minute.” “Okay.” He replied and rested his head on your shoulder, focusing on the feeling of you wrapped around him. A few minutes later you finally spoke up, “okay, you can move.” He lifted his head and put his hand on your waist as he slowly pulled out half way and pushed back in, doing this repeatedly keeping the same pace while keeping eye contact with you. The pain soon turned to pleasure and you were a moaning mess, “fuck you’re taking me so well, my love.” He praised picking up his pace going deeper and ducked his head down to your chest and sucked on one of your nipples causing your eyes to roll back. “Feels- so- f’cking- good-“ you cried out.
A higher pitched moan came out of you this time along with the sound of his hips connecting with yours as you clenched around him, “I think- I’m gonna-“ you tugged harshly on the roots of his hair causing him to moan against your chest, sending vibrations throughout your body, “fuck-“ you groaned out at the feeling of the knot threatening to release at any moment. He lifted his head and looked up at you, “go ahead, darling” he panted, grunting each time he bottomed out. The sight of his messy hair framing his face as he concentrated on the way your pussy swallowed his cock with each thrust pushing you over the edge. You ground against him a few times before your legs began to shake as your orgasm hit you, screaming his name and cursing loudly. The sound of you screaming his name pushed him closer to his own release and not long after, he thrusted hard into you and quickly pulled out, a trail of juices flowing out of you as he did so and moaned loudly as he released all over your stomach.
a/n: hey so funny story, I queued this to post at 11:59 pm but didn’t know it was for tmr/today 😭 so sorry about that, I haven’t read over this completely so again, sorry if it’s shit, anyways ENJOY! I literally cannot look him in the eyes after writing this, so here’s a picture of him staring into your soul hehe
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Ripping you out of your slumber is one of the worst things someone could do to you. You loved sleep, and it didn’t matter when, how, or why, if someone woke you up, you’d quite literally throw a tantrum (some thought worse). You got cranky like a toddler if you haven’t had at least two naps in and every one of your friends knew that. Especially your boyfriend. So knowing that, James was silently panicking as he was torn with the decision if he should wake you up or not when he felt you grinding against him in your sleep while moaning. He knew you weren’t able to sleep a lot today because you didn’t have him around much at all, so now that you were finally able to sleep once you were back in his arms, he really didn’t want to have to wake you up. When he first got woken up it was when you snuggled your backside deeper into him which wasn’t new and he only pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you. But not long after he fell back asleep, he woke up again to you letting out a moan while shifting around in your sleep. He thought nothing of it at first. Until he heard his name come out of your mouth in the same whiny tone he’s heard way too many times before. He quickly lifted his head in confusion as he peered down at you who was still fast asleep.
From the tiredness that clouded his mind, it took him a little bit to understand what was going on, but his eyes widened as he heard you once again, “Ah, fuck- please don’t s-stop-” you whispered out while breathing heavily, this time grinding against him while rubbing your thighs together. You were having a dream about..him. He didn’t know what to do, part of him wanted to wake you up, but the other part of him knew it wouldn’t be a good idea, but he knew he couldn’t let you grind on him any longer as it was turning him on also. Feeling himself grow harder at the way you rolled your ass against his crotch, only being in your underwear and one of his shirts that fit like a nightgown on your smaller figure. He slowly pulled away from you, peeling himself off your backside to give you guys more space in between. You instantly shot up out of your sleep with a loud gasp as you felt him pull away from you causing him to jump at the abruptness of your reaction. You quickly glanced around, heart racing as you were trying to become aware of your surroundings and quickly looked at James who was looking at you with the same alertness you had in your eyes.
“Sorry, I tried my best not to wake you, darling.” He explained, voice deeper and huskier than usual as it was mixed with drowsiness while carefully rubbing your shoulder. You blinked a few times before sitting up straighter and rubbed your eyes, “it’s uh, it’s okay.” You replied tiredly, still trying to come back to reality. He looked at you with surprise, raising his eyebrows slightly at your unusually calm response to being woken up. “What’re, what are you doing up?” You questioned causing him to pause. You looked over at him, waiting for an answer, “you woke me up..” He said finally. You tilted your head, “really? How..?” He cleared his throat while shifting uncomfortably, “uhm, you were talking in your sleep.” He said quietly. You thought about it, then remembered your dream, eyes widening in embarrassment. “Oh… what was I saying..?” You asked hesitantly while pushing your hair back away from your face. “Well, let’s just say that it was enough for me to have an idea of what you were dreaming about…” you giggled in embarrassment covering your face, “oh my god, I’m sorry” you apologized in between giggles. “It’s okay” he said nonchalantly as he shrugged, “sounded like a good dream” he teased making your face grow a darker shade of red.
“I guess it was, enough to make you hard when it wasn’t even your dream” You teased back while gesturing to his obvious hard on through the sheets. He rolled his eyes, “How could I not when you were desperately grinding on me like a bitch in heat?” Your eyes widened once again and you looked away, “no I wasn’t.” “Oh but you were.” You cleared your throat, “uh, well, sorry about that.” He only smiled and shrugged once again. “Do you… need help with, that-?” You asked while awkwardly gesturing to it again. Without waiting for a response, you crawled closer to him, “that would be nice…” he smiled while tucking your hair behind your ear before you leaned in for a soft intimate kiss, placing your lips gently on his, “anything for you.” You smiled as you trailed your hand down under the blankets and palmed him through his pyjama pants. He moaned into the kiss, your touch where he needed you most sending shivers down his spine. You pulled away and went lower to his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses all over as your hand found its way into his pants, taking his leaking member out and gently grazed the tip with your thumb rubbing the pre cum over it. “You said you’d help, not tease.” He mumbled, his hand on your lower back as you continued to kiss his neck. "I am helping” you said innocently before squeezing him and slowly began pumping him earning a shaky breath from him.
You kissed down his shirtless torso and took the covers off, exposing his hard cock. The feeling of the cool air causing him to let out a light hiss. You looked up at him as he watched you intently, eyes full of lust and anticipation before you licked a trail up from the base of his cock to the tip, and took the tip in your mouth as you pumped the rest of his length with your hand. He pulled the hair away from your face as you slowly took him deeper in your mouth while hollowing out your cheeks making him groan as you did so. You came up with a wet pop of your mouth for air before taking him in your mouth again. “fuck…” he cursed under his breath and threw his head back in ecstasy as you bobbed your head up and down, “taking me so- well” he moaned while making eye contact with you, pushing you down deeper with ease, “that’s it darling, just like that...” he praised as you swirled your tongue around him, making him buck his hips up with a louder moan and pushed you down deeper than before, harshly hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag, tears forming as he held you down by your head making you wetter than before. He loosened his grip and let you come up for air leaving a trail of saliva connected from your chin and his cock.
“Can I ride you?” You asked after wiping your chin with the back of your hand and still jerking him off in the other leaving him a panting mess. He nodded desperately and you immediately pulled your underwear off and straddled him, his hands immediately finding their way to your hips. You kissed him again, this time being more heated and needy. You pulled away and sat up, grabbing his cock and lining him up with you, gathering your juices and sank down onto him. You both let out shaky sighs, his grip on your hip tightening. Your back instinctively arched as you felt him stretch you out. You took almost no time to adjust and began lazily bouncing on him, the filthy noises of your ass connecting with his hips echoed throughout the room as he loosely guided you up and down his length. Your mouth falling open as you felt him twitch inside of you with each thrust and moan you both let out. “God you feel so fucking good.” You arched your back more feeling him hit your g spot and you reached down between your legs, playing with yourself to bring you closer to the edge as you knew he wasn’t going to last long. He gripped onto your hips tighter and began fucking up into you as he chased his high, your moans and whines growing louder as he did so. You felt him finish inside of you with a loud groan, cursing loudly as his cum filled you up as you continued to ride him chasing your own orgasm. His hips bucked and back arched off the bed at the overstimulation, his own moans turning to a whimper while he let out heavy breaths beneath you, chest rising and falling rapidly, “oh- fuck” he sobbed out, hair messy from not being able to keep still, his voice hoarse. You picked up your pace, the sight of him falling apart below you finally pushing you over the edge as you clenched around him, legs shaking and struggling to keep yourself up, a high pitched moan falling from your mouth as you rode out your high. You heard him let out another loud rougher moan, his eyes rolling back and you felt him twitch and fill you up once more, another orgasm forcing its way out of him causing you to moan out with him feeling more full than ever as you were both now sweaty whimpering messes.
You stilled your movements, putting all your weight on him due to your now weak legs. After you both caught your breaths he helped you lift off of him, cum and juices streaming down your legs. You reached over and grabbed tissue from the bedside table, cleaning him off then yourself. You threw the tissues into the trash beside the bed and you fell down onto the bed beside him, resting your head on his chest.
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