Summary: Logan knows better than to fall for his best friend’s little sister.
wc: 2,2k graham!reader; figure skater!reader; reader is inspired by alysa liu; brother’s best friend; hockey player x figure skater; mouthful reader; multiple chapter fic
Their house smelled like beer and sweat. Which meant the party was dying.
Bodies still crowded the living room, music still thumped through the speakers, and someone was loudly arguing about video game hockey in the kitchen, but the energy had shifted hours ago, from drunk and chaotic to lazy and half-dead.
Logan leaned back against the couch with a bottle hanging loosely from his hand while Dean flirted shamelessly with two girls near the staircase.
Typical.
Tucker was passed out in an armchair.
Also typical.
And Garrett… “Get your damn feet off my table,” he said, glaring across the room at a freshman defenseman currently ignoring him completely.
Logan snorted into his beer. “Y’know,” he drawled, “you get more aggressive every year.”
Garrett flipped him off without looking away from the kid. “I’m two seconds away from murdering half this team.”
“Only half?” Logan asked, smirking.
Before Garrett could answer, the front door swung open hard enough to hit the wall. Cold air rushed inside.
And then:
“Jesus Christ, this place smells disgusting,” a familiar female voice said dramatically.
Logan looked up automatically.
Y/N Graham stood in the doorway wearing leggings, an oversized Briar hockey hoodie (which was, by the way, stolen) and the kind of expression that suggested she’d rather be literally anywhere else. Still… she was here.
Her duffel bag slid off her shoulder as she kicked the door shut behind her.
“Oh, thank God,” Dean said immediately. “An attractive person finally showed up.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Still using that line?”
“Still working?” he winked.
“It’s really not,” she said casually.
Garrett frowned from the kitchen. “What are you doing here?”
She stared at him blankly. “Hello to you too, sunshine,” she said sarcastically as she moved to give him a light kiss on the cheek.
“Weren’t you at practice?” he asked as he leaned down to receive it.
“Yeah… like three hours ago.” She checked her phone for the time. “I texted you.”
Garrett pulled his phone out, checked it, then shoved it back into his pocket. “Didn’t see it.”
“No way,” she deadpanned. “You mean you ignored your phone during a party? That’s so unlike you.”
Logan huffed out a laugh before he could stop himself.
Y/N’s eyes flicked toward him briefly. Just for a second. Like she only now acknowledged he was there.
Then she walked straight past the couch and headed for the kitchen like she owned the place. Which, honestly, she kind of did at this point. Especially when Dean instantly grabbed her bag from the floor and took it to the living room like second nature.
Nobody questioned it anymore.
Not when she’d been hanging around the team since their freshman year. Not when she knew all their names, their habits, their schedules. Not when she walked into their house without knocking and immediately started stealing their food.
“Is that my pizza?” Dean yelled, watching her take a container out of the fridge.
Y/N opened the takeout container. “If you have to ask, they’re not yours anymore.”
“That’s stealing,” he complained.
“That’s survival,” she replied, already placing the leftovers in the microwave.
Dean pretended to be annoyed about it. But not really, already accepting the terrible fate that his leftover pizza didn’t belong to him anymore.
Garrett, meanwhile, was still watching his sister with narrowed eyes like she might spontaneously set the house on fire if left unsupervised for too long.
She was too much like Garrett. Same sharp mouth, same stubborn confidence, same tendency to look at people like she already knew exactly how to win the argument before it started.
It made her annoyingly difficult to intimidate.
Logan had learned that pretty quickly.
The first time they met, she’d looked him up and down and said:
“You definitely look like a hockey player,” she said.
Logan laughed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The hair. The ego. The vacant expression. Very on brand.”
That had been two years ago.
And now she was just… always there. Curled up on their couch during movie nights. Stealing all their hoodies. Yelling at the TV during games. Bullying Dean with terrifying efficiency. Part of the furniture, basically.
Y/N hopped onto the kitchen counter and pointed at Logan’s bottle. “Is that the last Diet Coke?”
“No…” he lied, looking away because he knew she’d fight him for it.
“Give it to me,” she ordered.
Logan held the bottle out lazily. “Then come take it, Graham.”
Her eyes narrowed immediately.
Garrett didn’t even look up from his phone. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Too late, man,” Dean said.
Y/N slid off the counter and walked over. Logan expected her to snatch the bottle and leave.
Instead, she stopped directly in front of him.
Close enough for him to notice the cold flush in her cheeks from outside. Close enough to smell winter air and something faintly sweet underneath it.
She tilted her head and pouted cutely.
Logan grinned slowly. “That’s not gonna work on me, princess. I’m not your brother… or Tucker.”
“But… there’s only beer left in the fridge,” she said sadly.
“Come on, Johnny,” she said softly. “You’re really gonna let Garrett’s little sister die of dehydration?”
Logan grinned slowly.
“Pretty sure Coke does the opposite.”
“Wow,” she said, unimpressed. “And they let you into college.”
Dean barked out a laugh somewhere behind them.
Logan looked down at her, still smiling, and willingly handed over the bottle. She smiled and grabbed it before moving to the living room with his soda and Dean’s pizza.
But across the room, Garrett was watching the entire interaction with narrowed eyes.
He knew hockey players couldn’t be trusted around his sister.
Good thing Logan agreed.
And he had nothing to worry about.
“So… what are you doing here, Baby G?” Tucker asked sleepily, barely lifting his head from the armchair as Y/N practically threw herself onto the couch with Logan’s stolen Coke still in hand.
“My roommate’s having her boyfriend over tonight,” she said easily, stretching her legs across the cushions. “She asked me to disappear for a few hours.”
Dean looked offended on her behalf. “And your first thought was to come here?”
Y/N took another sip of the soda. “Well, yeah. You idiots always have food.”
“That’s weirdly touching,” Dean admitted.
“It’s not meant to be.”
Garrett pointed at her from the kitchen. “You’re not sleeping here.”
Y/N blinked at him. “I literally wasn’t asking permission.”
“You should,” he replied.
“Fine,” Y/N said dramatically. “I’ll just sleep in some motel then.”
Garrett looked horrified. “Absolutely not,” he practically shouted.
She smirked immediately, seeing he’d fallen for her teasing.
“You are not staying alone in some random motel.”
Y/N threw her hands up. “You seriously need to stop acting like I require constant supervision.”
Garrett stared at her blankly. “Y/N…”
“What?” she asked knowingly.
“Two days ago you got suspended from practice for fighting another girl.”
Y/N scoffed immediately. “She deserved it.”
“Wait, what?” Dean perked up instantly.
Y/N scoffed again. “Some girl at practice kept acting like I stole her routine or something.”
“You did steal her routine,” Garrett muttered.
“She wasn’t performing it correctly,” she said, offended.
“And you threw a skate guard at her.”
Her jaw dropped dramatically. “It barely hit her.”
Logan barked out a laugh. Tucker and Dean joined immediately.
Y/N pointed at them. “Thank you.”
Garrett looked exhausted. “I hate all of you.”
“That’s not true,” Y/N said sweetly. “You love me.”
“I tolerate you because we share DNA.”
“Aww.”
She leaned back deeper into the couch cushions, entirely too comfortable for someone who technically didn’t live there. Not that anyone was surprised.
At some point over the years, Y/N had stopped being Garrett’s little sister visiting campus and started becoming part of the house itself.
Logan sat on the end of the couch and looked at her.
She looked exhausted.
There was still faint glitter near her eyes from practice, her hair messy from being shoved into a rushed ponytail, oversized hoodie sleeves covering half her hands.
Cute.
The thought came and went so fast Logan barely registered it.
Garrett’s sister.
Mouthy figure skater. Professional thief of their food. Human headache.
Nothing more.
“Hey,” Y/N suddenly said, tossing a pretzel at his chest. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
Logan caught it automatically. “I’m trying to figure out how Garrett and you came from the same genetic pool.”
“Easy,” she replied. “I got the personality. He got the anger issues.”
Garrett flipped her off from across the room.
“See? I’m right.”
Y/N smiled proudly.
“Anyways,” she said, taking another sip, “you boys don’t mind me. Just finish your party. I can sleep on the couch.”
She sounded completely unconcerned about it already, like the decision had been made hours ago and everyone else was just catching up.
Before Garrett could argue again, she shifted deeper into the cushions, grabbing one of the throw pillows and shoving it under her head.
Logan snorted softly.
“She’s nesting,” Tucker said.
“I do not nest,” Y/N mumbled, eyes already half-closed.
“That’s my pillow, by the way,” Dean pointed out.
“Communism.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how communism works,” he replied.
Garrett crossed his arms. “You’re not sleeping down here while the house is still filled with people.”
Y/N cracked one eye open to stare at him. “Garrett. I grew up with you. Trust me when I say none of your friends scare me.”
“That’s because you have terrible survival instincts.”
She smiled lazily. “Maybe. But I’m tired enough not to care.”
And honestly, she looked exhausted.
The dark circles under her eyes were faint but there, her voice rough with sleepiness after what was probably hours at the rink.
Figure skating looked elegant until you actually watched the training. Then it just looked painful.
Logan had seen enough practices to know that much.
Y/N shifted again until her sock-covered feet ended up in his lap without warning.
He looked down at them. Then at her.
“…seriously?” he asked, annoyed.
“You’re warm,” she said simply, not even bothering to move.
Garrett rubbed a hand down his face like this entire room was raising his blood pressure by the second.
Within minutes, her breathing evened out.
Asleep.
Even with the music and chatting around her.
Dean noticed first. “Wow. She’s actually dead.”
Garrett immediately grabbed the nearest blanket and tossed it over her without a second thought.
Something in Logan’s chest tightened strangely at the sight.
Not because Garrett was protective, that part was expected. But because Y/N relaxed almost instantly after the blanket covered her. Like she trusted, without even thinking about it, that her brother would always take care of her.
Garrett glanced toward Logan then. “Don’t let anyone wake her up.”
Logan frowned. “And why am I responsible for that?”
“Because I know you won’t anyway,” Garrett said, clapping Logan’s shoulder once before heading off to probably end the party.
It wasn’t even said like a warning.
That was the worst part.
It sounded like trust.
Dean followed right behind him, still muttering something about his stolen pillow, while Tucker dragged himself upstairs looking half-conscious.
And then suddenly, the living room was quiet.
And Y/N was asleep beside him.
Or technically… on him.
Logan looked down carefully. Her feet were still in his lap, tangled under the blanket Garrett had thrown over her earlier. One of her hands was tucked under her cheek, hair falling across her face messily.
She looked peaceful asleep.
Softer.
Not like the sharp-mouthed girl constantly arguing with everybody in the house.
Just tired.
Logan shifted slightly, testing to see if he could leave.
Y/N immediately made a small sound of protest and moved closer unconsciously, pressing her legs more firmly against him like she was searching for warmth in her sleep.
Logan froze.
Completely froze.
“…seriously?” he muttered under his breath, throwing his head back.
Because now if he moved, she’d wake up.
And somehow that felt illegal considering how exhausted she looked.
He leaned his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling with the exhausted resignation of a man realizing the universe hated him personally.
This was ridiculous.
The same girl who once laughed at him for walking into a glass door.
The same girl who stole his fries every single time she came over.
The same girl who called him “Johnny Boy” specifically because she knew it annoyed him.
There was absolutely no reason for him to suddenly be hyper aware of the weight of her legs across his lap. Or the heaviness of her breathing. Or the hair falling across her face.
And yet—
His eyes dropped back to her face.
A strand of hair had fallen over her cheek. Without thinking, Logan reached over slightly to move it away.
The second his fingers brushed her skin, Y/N frowned softly in her sleep before relaxing again almost immediately.
Trusting. Comfortable.
Like she never once considered he could be anything except safe.
Something twisted strangely in his chest.
Logan pulled his hand back fast.
“Yeah,” he muttered quietly to himself, staring back at the ceiling again. “This is exactly how people die.”
Jungkook wouldn’t say he doesn’t have sex. He’s single and has the occasional one night stands and casual hookups.
However, this was different. You were different. He’s insatiable when it comes to you and the entire night goes by and he finds that he cannot keep his hands off of you - and vice versa, of course. After the shower, you and him did watch a movie, though it ended with you right on top of him. He thought if you and him didn’t go to the bedroom that there wouldn’t be any temptations, but of course the couch served no better.
Jungkook soon grasps that this was only a one time thing - that after tonight, you and he would have to go back to what you both know. You would be someone he cared about deeply, but still his best friend's sister and completely off limits.
With that in mind, Jungkook allows himself to be consumed by you. His eyes adore the way your breast bounces in his face when you ride him, his mouth immediately wrapping around your perky nipples and he never wanted to stop.
The fucking soon went towards the kitchen when you and Jungkook took a break to get some snacks, yet for some reason it ended up with you on the kitchen island. His tongue licks through your fold hungrily, nails digging into the skin of your thigh to keep you right in place - though you weren’t running from him. His head bobs back and forth in rhythmic motion while his free hand grips your breast. Your moans bounces off of the walls of his kitchen, only further encouraging him to suckle against your clit.
Your hands grip at Jungkook’s hair, hips buckling against his tongue and he allows it, wanting you to feel the utmost pleasure he could give.
You cumming against his tongue, thighs quivering and toes curling, doesn’t end there. No, somehow you still fall to your knees and take his cock in your mouth. Those eyes stare up at him as you suck him in, tongue swirling around his tip like a lollipop. It was so sinful coming from you - even after he fucked you so many times in such a short amount of hours. Those same innocent eyes that would stare at him when he visited your brother now held a deeper meaning. “Did you know I liked you?” rings through his head as your hand wraps around his shaft and you begin to pump while you suck.
Doing this is still surreal to you, you think. For as long as you’ve wanted Jungkook, being here in his home was like a dream you’ve never known you wanted until it happened.
“You’re…really good at this.” Jungkook’s cheeks are warm and red when his voice cracks a bit - that, and you’re still looking up at him with those eyes.
Placing a hand onto your face, Jungkook’s thumb runs along your cheek, your mouth taking him deeper and deeper. He’s moaning softly, watching the way his cock disappears and reappears inside your warm, wet mouth. You’re very beautiful, he thinks, and nothing you do would change his perspective of you. Sure, it would be harder to look his friend in the face after fucking his sister in so many ways, but he tells himself that this was a one time thing. That he and you would get this out of your systems and go back to normal; whatever normal was.
Jungkook doesn’t want to cum in your mouth and further degrade you, but you refuse to let him leave. You’re suckling with little air, eyes tearing but still, you want him to.
Jungkook and you sit quietly at his breakfast table, both naked and sweaty. The shower you and he took hours ago seemed to be a complete waste of time. You and he are eating - nothing special, just something he’s managed to whip up to replenish the the energy you and he fucked out of one another.
Jungkook glances up at you as you eat, silently slurping the noodles into your mouth. His mind wanders to how in the world he was going to stop thinking about you in this light. This couldn’t happen again, no matter if you and he wanted it.
Jungkook already feels the disappointment sink in. The sun is coming up as it’s early morning and eventually you’d have to leave. He’d drive you home, of course, as he wasn’t going to let you do the walk of shame. Still, a part of him feels as though maybe he’s took advantage of your vulnerable position.
Jungkook tries to piece together the puzzle pieces. “Did you know that I liked you?” keeps ringing into his head and his memories are attempting to piece together any clues that he missed out on besides the ones he caught onto earlier.
“There you go again.”
Your voice startles Jungkook out of his thoughts.
“You’re thinking far too much into things again.” you murmur, eyes glancing up at him.
“I feel like an asshole.” Jungkook responds.
You exhale softly. Of course the regret was going to settle in. It was hard to not look at you and not see his best friend. “Jay-”
“It’s not just about Jay.” Jungkook shakes his head. “I…how drunk were you?”
You furrow your brows. “Not that drunk.” you giggle, a bit uncertain. “I didn’t come onto you because I was drunk, Jungkook. Maybe it gave me a little courage but-”
“I took advantage of you, didn’t I?” Jungkook was jumping into a deeper hole the longer his mind kept thinking about everything.
“What?” you hiss. “Jungkook, can you be real with yourself?” You shift in the chair.
“I did, Y/N.” Jungkook’s eyes are hard and full of disdain. “I…I hadn’t realized that maybe your feelings for me drove you to do what we did.”
Your own body is warm as Jungkook speaks.
“I should’ve stopped it after you told me last night. It shouldn’t have gone further.”
“Is this your way of rejecting me easily?”
Your tone doesn’t have any emotion in it, but your face does sadden a bit. Jungkook immediately feels a jolt in his heart but he’s unsure how to respond.
“I’m not a little girl who’s oblivious to things, Kook.” you press further. “Can I ask you a question?”
Jungkook nods. “Of course.”
“Is Jay the only reason?”
Jungkook blinks.
“Is he the only reason why you and I…can’t be anything more?” you tilt your head, those eyes staring at him so intently that he was becoming small himself. “Or is that you don’t see me as nothing more?”
Jungkook is taken aback, but he’s never thought about it until now. You were always off limits that anything concerning you that wasn’t platonic never lingered in his mind longer than a few minutes.
“I care for you.” Jungkook murmurs.
You roll your eyes. “Like a sister?” you ask, scoffing bitterly.
“No!” Jungkook interjects. “I told you I haven’t seen you like that in years, Y/N. It’s complicated.” he feels like ripping his hair out, but he only has himself to blame for putting you in this position. He should’ve fought harder with his own emotions and attractions. “I…want you to not settle for someone like me. You deserve someone that loves you. Not someone who goes behind his friends back with his sister.”
“Can you stop mentioning him? Fuck Jay.” you hiss. For years, it’s always been Jay. Jay said this, Jay did that, Jay doesn’t want you doing this. You were tired of hearing about your brother and his constant interjection of your life. “I want you to give me a reason why you and I can’t be together. Without you mentioning him.”
Jungkook swallows. The kitchen is quiet. You and him were in a staring battle, though his soft eyes don’t mimic your hard ones.
“There isn't one, right?” you ask, tilting your head.
There wasn’t, and that lingers on Jungkook’s mind for far too long. He enjoys the company you give. You were a kind and smart person, and you had the same amount of fire in you that he finds intriguing. You know him just as much as he knows you, years of friendship that lead to this very moment.
Jungkook doesn’t realize you have gotten up until you’re directly in front of him.
“You want me more than you think, Kookie.” you murmur, seating yourself onto the table, pushing his plate of food aside. “Why do you keep fighting it?”
Your foot places itself against his thigh, your eyebrow arching.
Jungkook gulps, chest filling with air. You were doing it again - playing with him until he gave you what you wanted. He bites his lips when your foot inches closer to him, and he’s ashamed to find that his cock is already hardening like a horny teenager who’s experiencing sex for the first time.
“You’re not going to stop, are you?” Jungkook sighs, yet he makes no action in pushing himself away from you.
“Why don’t you stop me?” your lips are forming a small, seductive smile that’s full of mischief. “Prove that you don’t want me, Kookie.”
“I do want you.” Jungkook answers.
“Then what’s stopping you from having me?” you shrug your shoulders. “Jay can’t hate the both of us forever.”
Your legs are opening for him just in time for Jungkook to catch sight of your pussy. You’d think that after hours of fucking, that he wouldn’t be interested in continuing. However, he was a simple creature and he was absolutely interested.
“How do you know I’m the right man for you?” Jungkook places his hands onto your thighs. They’re soft, causing his palms to tingle and his arms to erupt with goosebumps.
“How do you know you’re not?” you retort.
Touche, Jungkook thinks. He squeezes your thighs, hands inching closer and closer to your pussy.
“I…I should’ve asked for a date first.” Jungkook leans closer to you, as do you. “Instead of fucking you all night.”
You can’t help the giggle that comes from your lips. Jungkook kisses up your chest, to your neck and then your jaw.
“You still have time.” you murmur, leaning your head to the side so that Jungkook has more access to your neck. “But for now…you can just fuck me again.”
Jungkook chuckles, but he complies.
Jungkook pushes himself up from his seat, chair scraping against the floor. His cock is already hard and throbbing just as your pussy is wet and clenching.
Jungkook grasps his cock and centers himself at your hole, his lips immediately connecting with yours as he pushes himself inside. Your hands lay at the low of his back as he begins to enter you slowly, your lips dancing with his.
Jungkook doesn’t get tired of feeling your walls around him and he’s positive he probably never would. Years of attraction building up had led to the insatiable feeling the two of you were going through and it wasn’t going to stop until you were out of his sight.
Jungkook disconnects from your lips to inhale, his speed increasing. The table beneath you squeaks and scrapes against the floor, but neither of you care about the added noise.
“Your pussy feels better after each time.” Jungkook grunts, eyes glancing down to where his cock is pounding into you. You’re already creaming around him, a sight that he could never get tired of.
Your nails dig into his skin, encouraging him to fuck you harder. Deeper; however. Your own breathing increases and your eyes snap shut, grunts and moans coming from your throat.
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Jungkook continues to speak. “I wish you could milk my cock all the time.”
“Who s-says I can’t?” you stutter a response. “You could fuck me every night…you’re just scared to.”
Your walls squeeze around Jungkook’s cock as he begins to pound deeper inside of you. Maybe your teasing was encouraging him.
“You could’ve been fucking me this whole time if you weren’t acting like a scared little boy.”
Jungkook removes himself from you and proceeds to roughly turn your body around. He enters you again and immediately continues his brutal pace. The new position allows a deeper entrance that you feel in your stomach.
“I’m not scared.” Jungkook says against your neck, his tongue licking your skin. “Maybe I had respect for you.”
Jungkook’s right hand moves between your legs, touching your wet clit. His fingers work harshly against it, circling the throbbing bud as he fucks you.
“But you’re such a slut that you want me to treat you like one.” Jungkook’s teeth sink into your neck possessively, his fingers working your clit. Skin slapping echoes throughout the room, evidence of just how good he was fucking you.
“I could be a slut with someone else who isn’t scared of my brother.” you taunt further. You find this Jungkook to be hot.
The hand that once holds your waist comes up to clench your neck. He presses you against his chest, hips rutting inside of you. His wet hand slaps your clit and you yelp at the sudden impact, pussy squeezing his ramming cock.
“I thought you said I still had time, baby?” Jungkook’s voice dropped a few tones and it was driving you crazy. “I can’t just tell him I fucked you all night, right? How you were begging for more and more like the little whore you are.”
Your thighs are shaking, and Jungkook knows you are being overstimulated. He doesn’t stop his aggressive pace, or his assault on your clit.
“Is that what you want? You want me to tell him how I came in you each and every time?” Jungkook’s teeth sink into your neck again, no longer caring if he’s left marks behind or not. The thought of you going to someone else and being this way was something he now knew he didn’t want.
“Fuck, Kook,” your hand grasps his wrist to try to stop him - or slow him down - but Jungkook doesn’t let up.
“No, I’ll have to spare the details, right?” Jungkook’s cock springs in and out of you so good that your eyes are rolling. “And I’ll have to pretend I asked you out wholesomely. It’ll be our little secret, right?”
Wrong.
Just as you’re cumming all over him, juices covering your thighs, Jungkook isn’t far behind. His cum mixes with your own and it shoots so deep into you that you’re both squirming with pleasure.
A knock sounds on the door and both you and Jungkook are alert. He’s still inside of you when it sounds again, this time louder.
“Who could that be?” you whisper.
“Kook?”
You stiffen, and Jungkook pales. His heart pounds outside his chest and you can feel it right against your back.
“Go in the room, Y/N.” Jungkook untangles himself from you. “Now.”
You’re left wide eyed and slightly trembling.
Jungkook pushes you lightly. “He has a key, Y/N. He only knocks before he uses it.” he hisses in a low tone.
Jungkook slams the door to his bedroom shut before locking it. His heart is pounding far too loud for him to process anything.
“Stay here.” Jungkook says, pulling up his sweats and tying it around his waist. Down the hall, he can hear Jay using the spare key he’s given him. “And don’t make a sound or move.”
You’re terrified yourself and nod your head. You tuck yourself beneath Jungkook’s covers, something you’d do when you were a child and afraid of what the darkness brought. This time, the darkness being Jay.
Jungkook opens his bedroom door just as the front door opens. He closes his door and makes his way down the hall. “Jay?” Jungkook calls, his footsteps growing closer to the front door.
“Kook.” Jay says, eyes glancing at his friend.
“Everything okay?” Jungkook tries not to look as terrified as he was. Jay didn’t scare him per se. However, his reaction to finding out what has happened with you here wasn’t going to be less than ugly.
“Yeah.” Jay nods. “Um, have you seen Y/N?”
Jungkook’s hand squeezes and he furrows his brows. “Seen Y/N?” He shakes his head softly. “Why-”
“She didn’t come home last night.” Jay continues. “And…I knew that but.” Jay lets out a low sigh. “I…I tried calling her and she didn’t answer. And…I went to one of her friends' houses.”
Jungkook attempts to hide his feelings. He drove you and your friends last night. They obvious know who he was and-
“And they said you drove them home.” Jay says. “And that Y/N stayed with them.”
Jungkook releases a breath. Your friends had covered for you - in a way.
“Yeah. I did.” Jungkook nods. “Um…I should’ve told you, man-”
“I know she went to a club.” Jay scoffs. “She forgets I follow a few of her friends.” Jay doesn’t say that it’s for the sole reason to keep up with you. “She wasn’t there when I got to her friends. She isn’t home and…” Jay glances at Jungkook’s hands. “...did she say anything to you before you dropped her off?”
Jungkook shakes his head. He felt horrible for putting Jay in this position. He doesn’t deserve to be lied to. He was a caring older brother who wanted what was best for you. Jungkook was a man of his word. He had every intention of doing the right thing - of asking Jay if it was alright for you and him to date. It would be easier than him finding out that he went behind his back and fucked you the entire night.
“Damn.” Jay sighs, glancing back up from Jungkook’s hands to his face. “You still do that,” he states.
“What do you mean?”
Jay shrugs his shoulders, taking a few steps closer. Jay is a few feet away.
“Y/N…she doesn’t realize that everything I do is to protect her.” Jay doesn’t bother answering Jungkook’s question. “She just thinks I’m the asshole older brother who keeps her from doing anything.”
“She’ll come around.” Jungkook quips. “Just…you should just talk to her.”
“I should.” Jay scoffs with a nod of his head. “When we were kids, Kook…” Jay begins, glancing around the apartment. “...you always did this thing, you know? When you were lying, you’d squeeze your hands together.”
The room is quiet and neither of the two speak. There’s realization in Jay’s eyes, one that causes Jungkook’s heart to jolt again.
“You haven’t stopped squeezing your hands since I got here.” Jay continues. “And…I wouldn’t know why if I didn’t know that my sister was here with you.” Jay takes another step closer, as Jungkook remains frozen. “And she’s been here with you the entire night. Her phone location told me.”
You’re dressed and contemplate running down the hall when you hear a loud crash. Your nerves are pounding through you as you listen to everything Jay was saying.
How in the world did he get your location? You never gave it to him.
Anger now seeps through you and you open the door to his bedroom just as you hear a loud crash from just down the hall.
“How long have you been fucking my sister, Kook?” Jay’s voice booms off the walls. You make your way towards them, eyes widening as Jungkook is on the ground, holding a bloodied nose.
“Are you fucking insane?!” you screech, making your presence known.
“Am I insane?” Jay scoffs. “Get in the car.”
“Fuck you.” you hiss, feet making their way towards Jungkook.
“You had enough of that, haven’t you?” Jay barks back. “You’ve lied and said you didn’t know where my sister was but somehow she magically appears.” he scoffs.
“Jay,” Jungkook begins. He wasn’t going to fight his friend and he’d gladly take the bloody nose.
“I’m not fucking Jungkook!” you screech, a lie, of course. But Jay looks ready to land another fist on Jungkook and you weren’t going to sit by and watch that. “I got drunk last night and called Jungkook because I knew you would act insane!”
Jay glances at you, then down to Jungkook.
“I begged Jungkook to let me stay here tonight so I can sober up.” you continue.
“Why couldn’t you stay with your friends?” Jay asks, skeptical.
“And deal with their boyfriend drama?” you scoff. “I slept in the bed, Jungkook slept on the couch.”
You were a better liar that even Jungkook was beginning to believe. Was lying a good idea, however? It would make Jay even more suspicious of the two of you if you and he suddenly ended up being a couple.
“I knew calling you meant that I had to deal with your judgment.” your voice drops. “And I put Jungkook in the middle of it…”
You want to hold Jungkook, but you can’t. If Jay was going to calm down it meant that he had to believe this lie.
“Why the fuck do you have my location? How do you even have it?” you hiss, glaring. “You’re such a fucking nuisance-”
“It’s for your own protection!” Jay hisses back. “You lied about everything last night what the fuck am I suppose to think?”
“I’m not a little kid, Jay. I should call the police.” you cross your arms. “That has to be illegal.”
“Fuck you, Y/N, seriously.” Jay waves you off. “You…you know why I jumped to conclusions regarding you and him.”
Jungkook doesn’t bother speaking. It was better if he just sat here and allowed you two to bicker back and forth.
“Kook.”
Your eyes glance down towards the bloodied-nose man and your heart jumps. Damn Jay for being such a creep. You were going to get a whole new phone entirely.
“I’m-”
“I’m sorry.” Jungkook shakes his head instead. You swallow, widening your eyes. “I…should’ve called you and told you that Y/N was here.”
“I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” Jay murmurs. He lets out a sigh, feet making their way towards Jungkook and gives him a hand up from the ground. “It’s-”
“I get it, man.” Jungkook chuckles. “No harm done.”
From behind Jay, Jungkook’s eyes lock with yours.
“We should get going, right?” you say to Jay, your eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “You made enough of a mess.”
Jay groans. You were absolutely right.
“I’m going to go get my things. Go wait in the car.” you grumble, walking past him. “You’re buying me breakfast because of your insane fuck up.”
With a few more apologies, Jay does walk out and into his car while Jungkook grabs a towel from the kitchen to wipe his nose.
“Kook,” you say a few moments later. You couldn’t dwell for long or Jay would grow suspicious again. “I’m so sorry-”
“Please stop apologizing.” Jungkook says, tone a bit muffled with the towel.
Your brows knit and you moan lowly. Your feet make their way towards him and you grab his hand.
“Does this…change anything?” you ask, a look in your eyes that shows just how you were feeling.
Jungkook sniffles, lowering the blooded towel. His lips twitch upwards and he leans closer to you. “Not at all.” he murmurs, placing a kiss onto your lips.
It just meant that courting you was going to be a lot harder than he expected.
okokok. College AU where Kaiser is the president of a frat, so of course he hosts lots of parties where people drink and dance and have fun…
anyways, Kaiser is in an kind of friends with benefits situation with the reader, so they’re not really dating but he’s like her best friend (who happens to also kiss her on the cheek and put his arm around her waist hehe)…
so at one of said parties, some freshmen try to flirt with reader…and Kaiser is not happy.
sorry this is long!! love you!
“𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬”
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and thank you so much for being so patient with me, this request has been in my inbox for a while 🥲 (i promise i am getting to other requests soon and in the order that they were requested in!)
(art credits go to GZGZ_ggg on X)
you weren’t even trying to attract attention tonight.
you’d stuck to your usual: simple jeans, a cute top, your hair done just enough to look like you put in effort without really putting in effort. the only reason you were at this frat party in the first place was because kaiser had insisted.
“mandatory attendance,” he’d said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “you’re basically my first lady. what kind of frat president would i be without my hottest friend here?”
friend. right. that’s all you are. friends with benefits. with stupid little perks like him kissing your cheek when he’s tipsy and tucking you into his bed when you fall asleep after screaming his name the whole night. definitely just friends.
you’re leaning against the hallway wall outside the kitchen, sipping your drink and trying to make yourself look busy when a group of freshmen walk past and double back immediately.
they look like they just walked out of an H&M sale and bathed in cheap cologne. one of them – tall, cocky, thinks he’s charming – leans a hand on the wall near your head.
“haven’t seen you around before,” he says. “you new?”
you glance at him with the flattest expression you can muster. “junior.”
“no way,” the second one laughs, looking you up and down. “you don’t look like a junior.”
you deadpan. “thanks, i guess.”
“we’re new here,” the first guy says, flashing a smile that’s definitely gotten him out of a few parking tickets. “trying to meet people. what’s your name?”
you open your mouth to give a polite-but-firm brush off, until a familiar arm snakes around your waist.
kaiser’s grip is strong. tighter than usual.
“she’s not interested,” he says coolly, his chin brushing your temple as he leans in close. “move along.”
the first freshman laughs, not backing off even a little. “bro, relax. we’re just talking.”
“yeah,” the second one chimes in, smirking. “didn’t realize we needed clearance to have a conversation.”
you roll your eyes and try to step out of kaiser’s hold, not because you’re on the freshmen’s side, but because this – his whole clingy, overbearing energy – is starting to wear thin.
“michael,” you mutter under your breath, nudging him with your elbow, “it’s not a big deal. seriously.”
he doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch. just looks the guys dead in the eye and goes, “it becomes a big deal when people don’t take a fucking hint.”
and that’s when freshman number one decides to press his luck.
“okay, but... you’re not even dating her, right?” he gestures between you two with a smug little tilt of his head. “so technically, she’s single.”
the silence that follows is dangerous.
kaiser’s arm drops from your waist, and for a second you think he’s actually going to let it go. but then he steps forward, chest to chest with the guy, and suddenly the air gets colder.
“what did you just say?” kaiser says, voice low and sharp.
you grab his arm. “michael. don’t.”
the freshman shrugs, trying to look casual but clearly rattled by the shift in energy. “i’m just saying. if you’re not her boyfriend, then –”
“then you should shut your fucking mouth,” kaiser snaps.
his whole posture shifts. he’s no longer the smug, charming frat president who knows he looks good in every photo. now he’s just furious, protective in a way that has nothing to do with titles and everything to do with you.
“you think you’re smart?” he continues, stepping in closer. “trying to loop-hole your way into hitting on her? you think that makes you clever?”
the freshman stammers, looking to his friend for backup, but the guy’s already backing away.
kaiser doesn’t let it go. “you think just because i haven’t put a label on her, you get a shot? you think you get to decide what she is or isn’t to me?”
“michael,” you say again, more firmly now. “stop.”
his chest is rising and falling a little faster. his jaw is clenched so tight it could crack. finally, he steps back, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to calm himself down.
the freshmen scatter without another word.
you sigh, glaring at him. “what the hell was that?”
he meets your eyes, still tense. “i told you. i don’t like people thinking they can touch you.”
“you don’t own me,” you snap, the words sharper than you meant them to be. “we’re not even together.”
kaiser blinks at you like the idea is foreign. like he genuinely forgot that you're not officially his. “yeah. and?”
you stare at him. “and you don’t get to act like this. you don’t get to flip out just because someone hit on me. if you want that kind of say in my life, then you need to –”
“then maybe we should be together,” he says.
your breath catches in your throat. “what?”
he shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but his voice is hoarse and low. “i don’t want to do this halfway anymore.”
you open your mouth. close it. your heart is thudding too fast for you to come up with anything clever.
“you don’t have to say anything now,” kaiser murmurs, stepping closer again, more gentle this time, like the storm has passed. “but if some idiot ever says you’re ‘technically single’ again, i want it to be a lie.”
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Nick Wagner x Soto!fem!reader
Summary: Everyone, and I mean everyone knew you were Lieutenant Soto's only daughter. Which meant no dating anyone from the Precinct, and that you were off limits. However, you recently moved in with Nick Wagner as he had a room for rent. You had no idea he was your mom's new boss, who she bitched about all the time. And he had no idea you were Soto's kid. So what happens when Soto finds out that you cut your hand chopping up some ingredients that you're using to make frozen dog treats for Ingrid. More importantly, why didn't you call her instead of coming in to the Precinct while Nick Wagner patches you up.
Word Count: 1.3 k +
Warnings: Forbidden relationship, fluff, no smut, MDNI, off limits reader
It was a known fact to everyone that ever met you, that you were off limits. Soto had her reasons, one being you were her only daughter and two, no one from her work place was never going be good enough for you to date. But there was a new person, Captain Nick Wagner, who didn't know Soto had a kid, well he expected it. He just didn't know it was his room-mate. His room-mate aka you who didn't know the man you lived with, who you were crushing on hard was the captain that your mom had been complaining about. So how were you supposed to know not to date him. You had been busy with work for the last couple of months.
Nick came home fuming as his team was keeping secrets from him. He felt like he was being left out of the loop so many times that he didn't know what to do. He took his shoes off before walking into the kitchen where you were making something. You were in a hoodie, no pants or shorts, and white lacy socks. His arms immediately went around your waist scaring the shit out of you.
"Don't do that Nick!" You exclaimed hitting him with the wooden spoon. "Hey no need to hit me." He whined as he buried his face into your neck.
"How was work?" You asked as you turned off the stove. "Horrible, I think they hate me." He grumbles as you look up before pressing your lips to his. You pull back. "They don't hate you, they just aren't used to you yet." You state before plating dinner. "Also my mom made the comment about wanting to meet whoever is making me happy, so expect to meet her sometime in the near future." You state as he chuckles.
"It's not that she is overbearing, she's just over protective." You state before continuing. "She does have a reason to though, I have 4 older brothers. Also, I'm her only daughter, and I'm the youngest." You state. "Let me know when she's coming over, so I can take the day off and help you distress." He states as he digs into the food you made.
"I will, she might have her judgements though since she has a rule against me dating cops." You state finishing your plate before taking it to the dish washer. "Gonna hop in the shower then head to bed, see you in the bedroom." You state leaving Nick to wonder who the hell your mom is and why she hates the idea of you dating a cop.
"Hey Karadec, have you seen my daughter?" Soto asks as she had just checked your location (not in a toxic way but as a way to know when you were at the station or not) and it said you were here at her work. Though she had not seen you one bit, not at all since you arrived 15 minutes ago. "Yeah, she's in Wagner's office." Karadec states frowning.
"What's that look for?" Soto asks concern filling her voice. "He's giving her stitches on her hand. Looks pretty bad." Karadec states worry in his big brown eyes.
That statement makes Soto take off. She doesn't even bother with the elevator, taking the stairs two at a time as she gets to command. She sees that's Wagner's door is half open. But the sight in front of her has her stopped. You, her only daughter, is letting a man who Soto has complained about (never given you a name thought) give you stitches in your hand. It was one thing for you to let a man touch you (trust issues and what not. But it was another thing to let said man give you stitches. When it was common knowledge among your parents and and your older brothers that you hate needles with a passion.
She hears Wagner say something. "Hey, I'm almost done." he whispers as you let out a sad whimper making Nick frown. "Gonna take you to the hospital though after this to get checked out." He states as he looks up to see Soto standing there.
He doesn't even get to motion for her to come in, when she steps in. You don't see her until you feel the needle leave. "All done, just gotta bandage you up." He states wrapping your hand up.
Once he's done, he's gone from in front of you and you feel very familiar warm hands on your face. You know those hands, they belong to your mom. You look up, there's fear in her eyes as she mutters something in Spanish. You don't quite hear her as she lifts your chin up. "What happened, are you okay Peanut?" She asks your childhood nickname slipping out of her mouth as she checks you over for any injuries that you might have. "I'm fine Mami." You mumble as you rest your head on her shoulder.
That's when Nick froze, Soto was your mom. Oh fuck he was so screwed. If you were her daughter that meant, fuck he was dating the one person that was off limits to everyone. So if the rule of you not dating anyone in the precinct and you being off limits was true, it meant that Nick had broken both of Soto's rules.
"How did you cut your hand, Peanut?" Soto asked as she kissed the top of your head. "Well I was making breakfast for Ingrid and I, and the knife slipped and went into my hand." You mumble as she helps you to your feet. "Let's go get you checked out." Soto murmurs as she leads you towards the stairwell, taking note that Wagner is locking up his office, grabbing his leather jacket, before following behind the two of you as Selena directs you towards her car, only to remember that your dad had dropped her off cause her car was in the shop.
"I can drive us." Nick states as he helps you into his leather jacket that you immediately bury your face into. Soto sits in the backseat as she watches with curiosity as Nick picks you and buckles you into the passenger seat of his truck. He hands you the stuffed turkey that was on his dash that you take immediately.
Soto didn't like how cops and detectives, mainly any one from this profession treated the people they dated. Some times it wasn't bad, but most of the time it was horrible. She didn't want that for you, but seeing her captain, the man that she hates with a passion be so gentle with you, almost makes her change her mind.
The hospital wanted you to stay over night just in case you had any nerves damaged that they couldn't see on the x-ray. Soto went home to get some clothes to stay the night. Your dad had to work late so he promised to stop by after work. Soto came back to the room they had you in, stopping in the doorway as she saw how Wagner had climbed into bed with you, clinging to you as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he so much as let go. Soto noticed that someone must have dropped off Ingrid because there was the captain's bulldog sitting by the window nook looking outside.
Soto managed to get Wagner in the hallway before she went off on him. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Soto exclaims. "I told everyone to not date or sleep with my daughter, but here you are. Acting all lovey dovey with her, when in reality all you are going to do is break her heart." Soto states crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not going to break her heart, I promise you that." Nick states before continuing. "I didn't know she was your kid, if I did, I wouldn't have gotten involved with her." Nick state as you call out for him.
He walks towards your room before turning back around. "I love her, I'm sorry that I broke your rules, but I'm not sorry that I love her." Nick states making Soto speechless as he walks back into your room letting the door close behind him.
This story was inspired by a wonderful story I read on Tumblr, written by my friend @flamesofauburn
I asked if I could write something similar, except my character was going to be completely opposite to hers. Thank you for inspiring me!
Melissa Schemmenti x Stevie Hill (Original female character- sister of Jacob and Caleb Hill)
Chapter One: Off Limits
“Guys, guys!” Jacob says as he runs into the teachers' lounge. Melissa and Barbara look up from their phones, and Melissa sips her coffee. “Aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong?”
“Nah,” Mel says. “There’s always somethin’ wrong with you.”
Jacob sighs, sitting down. “Well, anyway, my sister is coming to visit!”
“You have a sister?” Ava asks, walking into the room. “More annoying Hill siblings?”
“Oh, Stevie’s not annoying,” Jacob says. “She’s actually really quiet and shy, nothing like Caleb and me.”
“Well, I like her already,” Barbara says.
“Wait, hang on a sec, where is she stayin’?” Melissa asks. “Cos you’ve already taken my spare room and my couch.”
“Uh,” Jacob says, twiddling his ear. “I can sleep on the floor?”
“You’re insufferable,” Melissa says. “Stop invitin’ people to my house without askin’ first.”
“Should I tell her not to come?” Jacob asks, and Melissa sighs, standing from her seat.
“No, Jacob. Just don’t do it again!” She says, slamming her mug into the dishwasher and storming out of the lounge.
“Ooh, you’ve done it this time,” Barbara says.
“Why have I never heard of Stevie?” Ava asks, pouring an insane amount of sugar into her coffee.
“I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before,” Jacob shrugs. “She’s just nothing like me.”
“Can’t wait to meet her,” Ava says.
“I thought Stevie was your dog,” Mr Johnson says as he walks into the room.
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“Jacob, quit pacing!” Melissa shouts. “You’re gonna burn a hole in my floor.”
“I’m low-key so excited for Stevie to stay!” Caleb says. “Can she come to my room and watch a movie?” He asks Mel, and she softens, squeezing his cheek.
“It’s your room, hon, you can have whoever you like up there,” she says, and he hugs her excitedly. Melissa doesn’t care about the family reunion that’s about to happen; she only cares about her popcorn and her show. And if the reunion gets in the way of that, she’ll be pissed. She’s already kind of pissed that Jacob invited someone to her house without asking. The Hill brothers were taking over her cozy home; it was starting to look and smell like boys. She loved them both, of course, she did, but she did not want her house to turn into a youth hostel.
“When she gets here, keep the noise down?” Melissa reminds Jacob. “And stop chewing your thumb!”
“I just– I haven’t seen her in so long,” Jacob says. “She went off travelling with her girlfriend instead of going to college, and I just don’t understand her,” he explains.
“Girlfriend?” Melissa asks, brow raised.
“Oh yeah, our parents got two gaybies,” he says.
“What’s Stevie short for anyway?” Mel asks curiously, popping popcorn into her mouth.
“Stephanie,” Caleb says. “Like Stevie Nicks. That’s who she’s named after,” he explains, snuggling against Mel.
“Cute,” Mel says, and Jacob squeals as his phone buzzes.
“She’s pulling up now. Oh my god, Caleb, this is it! Our baby sister is here.”
Melissa watches as Jacob swings open the door, and there stands a young woman with blonde, wavy hair hanging over her shoulders and a suitcase by her side.
“Stevie!” he says, pulling her into a hug. She stiffens, and Mel recognises the action anywhere. It is of a guarded person, someone who doesn’t let themselves be hugged or touched often.
“Jacob,” she mumbles, “You’re squishing me.”
“Hey sis!” Caleb says casually from the couch. Stevie waves, and when her eyes land on Melissa, she blushes, smiling at her.
“Hello, you must be Melissa. Thank you for letting me stay here,” she says politely. “I’ll be out of here in a few days. I’m going to book a hotel.”
“Why?” Mel asks. “Did Jake tell you to?”
“N-no,” she says quickly. “I just don’t want to get in your way,” she says. “You’re already letting these goons stay here.”
“Yeah, there isn’t really much room for you here,” Caleb says. “I’m the only one with a bedroom.”
“Well, and Melissa,” Jacob corrects. “Obviously.”
“You could share with Melissa!” Caleb says, and both Mel and Stevie’s eyes go wide.
“Oh, no, that’s fine,” Stevie says. “I’ll book the hotel.”
Melissa sighs. Something about this girl intrigues her; she really is nothing like her brothers. She is a calm, quiet energy compared to them. She looks like she would cry if you said boo to her.
“Well, listen, Stevie,” Mel says, putting her popcorn down. “Why don’t you have the bedroom? The boys can fight over the couch,” she smiles.
“What!?” Jacob and Caleb say in unison, and Melissa glares at them.
“That’s not fair!” Caleb whines, and Melissa gives him a stern look.
“Hey, you wanna find your own apartment or are you gonna let your sister have the bed?” Mel asks, and Caleb huffs.
“Fine,” he says. “I’ll go and get my stuff.”
“Oh,” Stevie says. “You don’t have to do that, really. I can sleep on the floor. I’ve slept on floors before; this one looks comfortable.”
“They’ll be fine,” Melissa says, getting up and heading to the stairs. “I’m going to put new bedding on and fumigate the room for you.
Jacob watches as Melissa heads upstairs, and then he grabs his sister’s arm. “Melissa is being nice to you!” he says. “Do you know how much of a big deal this is? She only likes Caleb and like, Barbara Howard.”
“Barbara who?” she asks.
“Doesn’t matter, what matters is that she clearly likes you,” she says. “This is confusing. It’s throwing everything off balance.”
“Sorry?” Stevie says. “I’ll just leave.”
“No,” Jacob says. “You have to stay now, you have a room! A room that I pay for,” he mumbles. Stevie sits down on the couch, her hand moves to the plastic, and she smiles. “Oh yeah, don’t even ask about that.”
“I wasn’t going to,” she says, pulling out her phone to scroll. She wasn’t really sure why she was here. She never really stopped to get to know her brothers once they were all adults. They went to college and got their jobs, and she travelled the world with a woman called Simone. Simone was gorgeous, the complete opposite of Stevie, personality-wise. She was loud and outgoing, and Stevie definitely wouldn’t have done half of the things she did if it weren’t for Simone.
She smiled sadly as she thought about her. About their last trip together. They were in Greece when Simone said she wanted to see other people. She wanted to open up their relationship, and Stevie agreed because she loved Simone and she wanted her to be happy. Simone just wanted to fuck other people, though.
Simone now has two children with Eduardo and lives in Spain. And Stevie has nowhere to live, a suitcase and a car to her name, and no job. But at least she wasted all those years travelling and not getting a degree, right?
“I hope you’re happy,” Caleb says as he drags his bags down the stairs.
“Yeah, I’m actually not,” Stevie says. “But be mad at me, sure.”
“I’m going to the gym,” Caleb says, dumping his bags by the couch. “Shotgun the couch,” he says to Jacob, who groans loudly.
“Stevie, hon!” Melissa calls. “Come bring your stuff up here.”
Stevie looks at Jacob, who shrugs and turns to go to the kitchen. She stands, tucking her phone into her jeans and grabbing her suitcase. She lugs it up the stairs, admiring the framed photos on the wall on the way up. Melissa was gorgeous, and she couldn’t believe a woman as gorgeous as her would be single and living with two boys.
“I hope this is okay for ya,” Melissa says, fluffing a pillow.
“Melissa,” Stevie sighs. “I would’ve slept on the floor; you didn’t have to do this.”
“No arguments,” she says. “The boys have been fighting over the room anyway; this settles that.”
“Thank you,” Stevie says sincerely. “Can I give you some money?”
Melissa scoffs. “No, hon. I don’t need anything in return. You seem sweet, and Jake is really excited you’re here.”
“He is?” Stevie asks.
“Sure he is. He hasn’t shut up about you all week,” she smiles. “I can see why you’re sweet.”
“Sweet,” Stevie repeats. She had been called many things before, but sweet might have been her least favourite. She didn’t want Melissa to think she was sweet. She wasn’t sure what she wanted from Melissa, honestly.
“What do you like to eat?” she asks, putting Stevie’s suitcase on the bed. “I love to cook. I feed your brothers every night, surprised they aren’t the size of this house yet,” she laughs.
“Oh, I’ll eat anything,” Stevie says. “You can leave that,” she insists as Melissa starts to unzip her suitcase.
“Nah, it’s fine, I’ll help you unpack,” she says.
“Melissa, I would really rather unpack later,” Stevie says, her eyes widening as the older woman flips open the suitcase and looks down at the huge massage wand and dildo tucked into the mesh pocket of the case.
“Right,” Mel says, slamming the suitcase closed. “I am so sorry, Stevie– I, I need to go and um– prep dinner. I need to do that,” Mel says, flustered and clearly embarrassed. She puts her hand on Stevie’s shoulder apologetically and exits the room, nipping into her own bedroom.
Stevie groans, throwing herself onto the bed. Great, now things were going to be awkward. Melissa definitely thought Stevie was a freak, and now she would need to find somewhere else to live much sooner than she had hoped.
Melissa, however, wasn't the slightest bit disgusted. She was embarrassed, of course. Why did she feel the need to open a stranger's suitcase for them? Of course no one would want that! Stevie had her flustered, though. She couldn’t explain it. The girl was so much younger than her, young enough to be her child. She was also Jacob’s sister, whom he had never mentioned until this week. That alone intrigued Melissa more than it should have. But her smile, the way she smiled with all of her teeth and her whole face. The way she blushed when she locked eyes with Melissa for the first time. She was different to what she had pictured, and it excited her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Melissa’s chest rises and falls quickly as she sits on her bed, needing a minute to compose herself. Her mind wanders back to the dildo, and she wonders if Stevie uses it on herself or on other people. Heat pools between her legs as she lets her mind wander, and her hand starts to slide down the front of her leggings. She whimpers as her own fingers slide through her wetness, and she drags them up to her clit and rubs slowly. She thinks about the massage wand, about how good it would feel for Stevie to hold it to her clit while she fucked her. And she moaned. She had met this girl thirty minutes ago, maybe less. And now she was touching herself while she thought about her. Melissa Schemmenti was fucked. And now the beautiful woman was in the room across from hers, with a vibrator that she would probably use at night.
Melissa came harder than she had in a long time. She lay back on the bed, chest heaving as she recovered from the intense climax. She ran her clean hand through her hair and sighed. She needed to get it together. Stevie was practically a child! Melissa had spices in her pantry older than Stevie. Stevie Hill was off limits, but Mel couldn’t stop thinking about her. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
