➥ summary: Alexandra Trese is doing her job when she comes across such an enchanting beauty
➥ a/n: originally was not going to start writing for this fandom as of yet but a lovely commenter of mine (didn’t tag them because I was unsure if they were alright with that) wanted to see some Trese fandom stories on my page. So here I go, do leave feedback, it’s always appreciated :)
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the darkened streets of Manila. Alexandra Trese patrolled the city as she always did, vigilant against the supernatural threats that lurked in the shadows. On this particular night, her senses tingled with an unfamiliar presence, drawing her towards an old, abandoned mansion.
As she approached the mansion, Alexandra noticed an ethereal figure standing in the moonlight. It was a woman of captivating beauty, with long, flowing hair and eyes that sparkled like stars. Intrigued, Alexandra decided to investigate further, approaching the mysterious woman cautiously.
"Hello," Alexandra greeted with a hint of curiosity. "Are you lost?"
The woman turned to face Alexandra, a warm smile gracing her lips. "Oh, not at all," she replied, her voice soft and melodious. "I come here often to feel the night's embrace. It's quite comforting, don't you think?"
"I suppose it can be," Alexandra replied, intrigued by the woman's serene demeanor. "I'm Alexandra, by the way, Alexandra Trese."
"It's nice to meet your acquaintance, Alexandra Trese," the woman replied with a polite nod. "My father speaks highly of what you've done for the realm."
A flicker of surprise crossed Alexandra's face. "Your father? How does he know me?"
"He is the king of the vampire kingdom clan," the woman revealed, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And I am Princess (Y/n) of the same kingdom."
Alexandra's eyes widened in astonishment as the revelation sank in. She had unknowingly been chatting with royalty, not just any royalty, but the princess of the vampire clan. Despite the revelation, (Y/n) didn't carry herself with an air of superiority; instead, she seemed genuinely interested in their conversation.
"I... I had no idea," Alexandra stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and awe. "I apologize if I seemed disrespectful."
"No need to apologize," (Y/n) reassured her with a gentle smile. "I prefer to be treated as any other person. Titles can be burdensome at times."
"You have a point," Alexandra agreed, feeling more at ease with (Y/n) now that the formalities were set aside. "It's just that meeting someone like you is quite extraordinary. Vampires are a rare sight in these parts, especially one of royal blood."
(Y/n) chuckled softly. "I suppose it's not every day that you encounter a vampire princess on the streets of Manila. But I find this city fascinating, and I often venture out of the castle to explore its hidden corners."
"I'm glad you find the city intriguing," Alexandra replied, a smile playing on her lips. "It's my duty to protect it, after all."
"I've heard stories about your bravery and your dedication to keeping this city safe," (Y/n) said, her admiration evident. "It's an honor to meet the woman who protects my father's realm."
The two continued to chat for hours, exchanging stories and learning about each other's worlds. Alexandra found herself drawn to (Y/n)'s genuine curiosity and kindness. The princess, in turn, was captivated by Alexandra's unwavering determination and sense of justice.
As the night wore on, (Y/n) expressed her desire to explore more of Manila's hidden gems, and Alexandra offered to show her around. Together, they wandered through the city's dark alleys and ancient temples, creating memories that would stay with them forever.
In that chance encounter, Alexandra Trese and Princess (Y/n) found an unexpected connection, one that transcended their different worlds. Little did they know that this meeting would be the beginning of an extraordinary journey, one filled with love, friendship, and the intertwining of their destinies in ways neither could have imagined.
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The entrance to the vampire castle was a formidable sight, guarded by imposing sentinels with eyes that glowed like hot embers in the darkness. Alexandra took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead, as she was ushered inside by the stoic guards. The walls of the castle were adorned with ancient tapestries depicting the history of the vampire clan, and the corridors echoed with the whispers of centuries gone by.
Finally, Alexandra stood before the towering doors of the throne room, heart pounding loudly in her chest. She had faced countless supernatural threats, but none of them compared to the anxiety she felt now. Pushing the doors open, she stepped inside, her eyes meeting those of the vampire clan king - a regal figure seated upon a grand throne, exuding an aura of power and wisdom.
"Alexandra Trese," the king's voice was deep and resonant, carrying an air of authority. "What brings the city's protector to my domain?"
Respecting the customs of the supernatural world, Alexandra bowed respectfully before the king. "Your Majesty," she began, "I come before you with a request of utmost importance."
The king raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Alexandra's formality. "Speak, then. What is it that you seek?"
Taking a deep breath, Alexandra lifted her gaze and met the king's piercing eyes. "Your daughter, (Y/N),” she said, her voice steady despite the nerves. "I have developed feelings for her, feelings that go beyond mere admiration. I would like to ask for your permission to court her."
Silence filled the throne room as the vampire king studied Alexandra. His face was unreadable, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of hope and dread. Courtship between humans and vampires was rare and often frowned upon, but Alexandra couldn't deny what she felt for (Y/N).
At last, the king spoke, his voice measured. "You are the protector of this city, Alexandra. Your duty is to safeguard its inhabitants from the supernatural threats that lurk in the shadows. A relationship with my daughter could be seen as a conflict of interest."
Alexandra nodded, understanding the king's concerns. "I assure you, Your Majesty, that my duty to protect this city will never waver. My feelings for (Y/N) will not compromise my role as a protector."
The king observed Alexandra for a moment longer before a faint smile touched his lips. "Your devotion to your duty is evident, and it pleases me," he said. "But I must also consider my daughter's happiness. (Y/N) has spoken of you, and I can see that you hold a special place in her heart as well."
Hope surged within Alexandra as she listened to the king's words. "I would never do anything to bring harm to (Y/N),”she vowed. "I only wish to be with her, to cherish and protect her, just as I do for this city."
The king's expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. "Very well, Alexandra Trese. You have my permission to court my daughter, but know that if you betray her trust or put her in any danger, there will be consequences beyond your imagination."
"I understand, Your Majesty," Alexandra replied, feeling the weight of his words.
With the king's blessing, Alexandra felt a sense of relief and joy like she had never experienced before. She thanked the king sincerely before taking her leave from the castle, her heart light with hope for the future.
From that day on, Alexandra and (Y/N)’s courtship began discreetly, away from prying eyes. They would steal moments together in the shadows, exploring the city and each other's hearts. As their love deepened, Alexandra found herself not just enamored with the vampire princess's beauty and grace, but also enchanted by her kindness, intelligence, and compassion.
But as their romance blossomed, so did the challenges they faced. The supernatural world was not always forgiving, and there were those who opposed their relationship. Yet, Alexandra and (Y/N) stood together, facing every obstacle with unwavering determination and love.
In the heart of Manila's darkness, a forbidden love bloomed, defying the boundaries of their worlds. Alexandra Trese, the city's protector, and (Y/N), the vampire princess, found solace in each other's arms, embarking on a love story that would be etched into the city's supernatural history for all time.
THE KAMBAL - Trese meeting their S/O for the first time....
CRISPIN
You two first met when he saved you from an aswang attack in MRT
Since then, you keep meeting him in a dire situation caused by the lurking supernatural beings residing in Manila
Every damn time he’s there to save your unlucky ass
From then on, you earned the “Miss ‘Di Pinagpala” or Miss Unfortunate nickname from him
It’s very unlike Crispin to tease someone but saving you, every time you’re in danger, created an unexpected bond with him
Even his brother, Basilio was surprised when he initiated the teasing because his brother is known to be serious and quieter than him
He just can’t stop talking about you to his brother, Alex and Hank
He doesn’t know why but he just loves to keep talking about you to his family
Everything and every talk reminds him of you
He sounds like a guy who is truly, madly, deeply in love with someone
With the way he was talking about you, Basilio decided to tease his brother
“Wag na mag-talk. Ligawan mo na kasi.” (Stop talking, court her.)
At first, he denied that he likes her
Until for almost 2 months, he didn’t get a chance to see you
Oh boy, the word misses you was an understatement
He was worried about what if you’ve been kidnapped or worse died without him saving you
The Diabolical was filled with an anxious Crispin
On the other hand, during those months, you were busy doing your thesis and was outside Manila
So when the panel approved your thesis, you and your groupmates decided to celebrate the good news
But you can’t really enjoy the celebration because your mind was filled with thoughts of a clean cut black haired guy, with chiseled jaw and big round pitch black eyes demi-god which you never got a chance to see for a while
During the walk to the area where you intended to party, you got lost and separated from the group
Fuck right?
You walk around the area and tries to find your friends
The nickname given by Crispin worked like a charm, unfortunately, and you saw yourself in front of an Amalanhig
Instead of confronting the monster, you run
Until, you collided to a firm chest of someone who smells familiar
You looked up and saw the familiar diamond shape mask of tragedy
“Crispin!” you sighed in relief and he immediately took care of the Amalanhig
You heard footsteps behind him and saw Basilio
“Oh! Miss ‘Di Pinagpala! Kumusta? It’s been a while since we last saw each-”
Your attention was pulled back from Basilio when Crispin squeezed you
His mask disintegrate and he stares at you nervously
“Let’s go on a date. Kahit sa may Dimsum Treats lang sa Asturias.”
BASILIO
He always complains about your bakery’s pandesal
But in the mornings, he made sure to buy on your store for whatever reason despite the endless complaint from him
You scratched your head in irritation and tried to remember the first time you met this guy
You were new here in Manila
You came from the province with lots of stories about aswangs so when the monster tried to eat you, you stabbed the creature’s left eye and chopped it’s head off using the butcher knife you picked up while running away
That’s when you saw a figure wearing a black suit and diamond mask of comedy not far from where you fought the monster
His mask disintegrated and you got a chance to see his face
Slick long black hair, strong jaw, broad nose and pitch black eyes
The moment you saw him, you know something will change
But not like this though
The moment Basilio saw how you killed that aswang easily, he knew he likes you
It’s not always you’ll see a badass lady aside from bossing around here
And he knew trying to get your attention will be twice as hard as any girls he used to hook up with
Every time he tried talking to you, you just nod, hmmm, and ah uh
The only words which earned a reaction on you was when he complain about the pandesal you were selling
Since then, he made it a habit to complain and visit you early in the morning
He also insists on taking you out on a date many times
Which you always refuse because anyone on this street knew he was a huge flirt
It was so unlike him but he asked Hank how to court you and make you say yes for a date
Hank smugly and willingly helped him
That’s when you regularly receives flowers and hand-written letters from him everyday
The letter were mostly jokes and pick-up lines which Hank taught him to write
The gesture is so darn cute!!!
You can’t help but smile while reading them
Despite the added efforts, he stills complain everyday just to have a reason to see you
You’ve decided to finally give in
“Kapag sinabi mo na hindi rin masarap ang pandesal namin ngayon, wala kang mapapalang date sa akin.” (If you came here just to complain again, I will never say yes going out with you)
Basilio’s jaw dropped for a moment but he recovers quickly and shouted, “Ikaw ang may pinakamasarap na pandesal sa Manila! Sa sanlibutan at karit-an!”
*Hello! You may drop a message to my inbox for fanfic ideas about trese or even suggest which character I should create imagines next!
Hey! I saw your requests open, can you write a Basilio x reader (idc if it’s female, but if you’re comfortable pls use gender neutral) where reader wears glasses once (1) and Basilio finds it hot and they end up doing the nasty? Thank you!
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content — nsfw, gn!reader, smut under the cut, mirror fucking, hinted blowjob, glasses kink(?), unedited
notes — is the trese fandom even still alive i havent heard fr them in a while help 😭 sorry this took so long! i kept it gender neutral for u i hope u enjoy :)
You desperately gasped for air, eyes barely open when Basilio takes his massive length out of your mouth. Your lenses are all fogged up, and you can barely see a thing.
“Tsk,” Basilio clicks. He uses his hand to cup your jaw sweetly, a stark contrast to the dark, carnal expression on his face. He pushes the frame of your glasses up your nose bridge using two sticky fingers. Something about the grin he puts on is a little sinister, you can’t help but shudder in anticipation. “Show me your face, baby.”
You weakly lift your head, already tired from the night’s festivities, but Basilio isn’t having any of that. You’d completely underestimated his stamina and voracity. You’ve never seen him this way before.
He adjusts your bodies on the bed so that you’re both facing the mirror by the foot of the mattress. He sits you on top of him and loops a beefy arm under your armpit, holding you securely against him. His tip nudges your ass lightly. Your arm comes around his head to grab a hold of his hair. You grip a chunk of his long locks and wrap it around your fist, prepared to brace yourself for dear life. Basilio’s big, and you don’t quite know if you’ll ever get used to the initial feeling of him filling your insides. You whimper as he begins to prep your hole. You can already feel the way he’s about to destroy your insides.
His fingers squeeze your jaw as he forces eye-contact through the mirror before your bodies. “You see me?”
“Yeah, I… see you?”
“That a question or an answer?” Basilio chuckles seeing you squint. He licks his lips, guiding your head so your eyes catch every movement—a wordless command to watch is imprinted in your head. “You ready?” He pushes your glasses up again, leaning to whisper directly into your ear. “Make sure these don’t fall off, else I’m not letting you cum.”
Description: Please enjoy this little fic I’ve prepared for you all :)
The early morning light shone through the curtains of you and your husband’s shared bedroom. Today happened to be a special day and you’ve decided to wake up before he had the chance, rolling over to your side to check if he was still asleep, your prediction was correct and that he was still sleeping like a log, the covers drawn over to his head to block the early morning light. Smiling to yourself, you quietly got yourself out of the bed before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast.
You’ve been married to your husband for at least 5 or more years now and in those years, both of you were happy and content with how your life is with him. Both you and he had stable jobs that paid well and both of you never argued, yes even during the times you were both dating or the times you and he were friends, it was always perfect. Humming to yourself, you then went over to the radio to listen to the morning news, preparing your special breakfast for your beloved. As your thoughts began to travel back to the time you had gotten married down to the little moments you shared with him.
Ah, speak of the devil.
Hearing the familiar footfalls of your dear husband, you smiled to yourself as you turned to face him, a bright smile on your face, setting the fried eggs into both of your plates set upon the dinner table before putting the frying pan into the sink. “Magandang umaga, mahal. I made us some breakfast!” You would say to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders which he gladly reciprocated despite his sleepy state, his lips placing a loving kiss upon your nose, arms loosely wrapped around your waist, a sleepy smile gracing his features as you looked into his dark eyes full of love, your hands gently playing with his silken locks. “Magandang umaga din sa iyo, mahal. Bakit ang aga mong nagising ngayong araw?” Your husband questioned, head slightly tilted to the side as you responded with a giggle.
“Well, today happens to be our wedding anniversary and I wanted to do something special for us!” You would reply happily, gently tapping the nose of your surprised husband who could only roll his eyes at you rather lovingly before sitting down to eat his breakfast while you finished up the last of your cooking. It was his favorite and it was served on a silver platter covered by a lid, hiding it behind you. “Mahal, can we take a picture together? Please? It’s not always we get to have our picture together!” You spoke, gesturing to the camera you had set in the living room, just adjacent to the kitchen. Your husband seemed to think this through for a moment before agreeing to your wishes as he stood right before the camera while you set the silver plater on his side of the table. Going over to the camera, you quickly set the timer to 5 seconds before quickly rushing to the side of your loving husband, the two sporting picture-perfect and bright smiles that could rival the sun as the camera went off.
“Gusto kong makita yung picture natin, mahal.” Your husband would speak from behind you as you waited for the image to finish printing itself as you spoke playfully, “Patience is a virtue, love. Now sit down because I have another surprise for you!” Of course, your husband could do nothing but to oblige to your wishes, quickly sitting down as he took note of the silver plater before him, a grin spreading across his lips, “Is this what I think it is?” He would inquire, his tone was eager as he glanced at you from the side, your eyes shining with delight as you nodded. “Yes, yes, now open it!”
Just as you had said so your loving husband then lift the lid to reveal the special dish—a pie made out of human hearts. Normally, a normal person would scream out of horror and disgust at what you had just done but not your husband. He was extremely overjoyed at this as you sashayed over to his open arms just to kiss him, the photo from your pocket falling as you spoke, “Happy anniversary, babe! I love you.”
The photo, that fell upon the floor was noticed by your husband as he reached for it, turning it over to get a glimpse of it with a smile. There in the photo, the two of you stood in all of your glory, finally revealing his face to the world.
Your husband was none other than Datu Talagbusao, the War God of Bukidnon myths and the father of the infamous kambal.
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
He is very quiet towards strangers but when it comes to you, he will talk non-stop about what happened today, how much he misses you and the pranks him and his brother did to Hank
Also, loves telling stories about his childhood. He is just an open book when it comes to you
He always surprises you with back hugs whenever he’s done with work for the day
He’s not a fan of PDA or open declaration of love but he ensures that you knew that he loves you by squeezing your hands three times whenever and wherever
A type of lover who will always bring home trinkets or pasalubong which he thought you will love or will looks good on you
Basically, he’s thinking about you 24/
BASILIO
This guy loves teasing you so he do PDA or open declaration of love in public just to see you blush
However, if you decided to tease him as well or unexpectedly go with the flow of his teasing, his face will turn red like a tomato instantly
Whenever he has some free time during work, he will quickly dial your number to call and update you
If he can’t call you, he will try to text you and send you those cheesy stickers that can be found online
Speaking of texting, he can be a little bit of naughty sometimes (¬‿¬ )
ALEXANDRA TRESE
Loves cuddling with you after a long day with work
Also, opens up about her worries about the happenings in Karit-An and messing up her father’s legacy as a Lakan
She doesn’t have lots of free time but if she do, she will not hesitate to invite you to go out
If you can’t go out on her free time, she will try to cook and have an indoor date with you
Is very sweet and prepares her anniversary and birthday gift months before the actual celebration
SERGEANT TAPIA
Since he is very dedicated to his work and can’t call you during work hours and overtime, he will make it up to you always when he have some day offs
Either by offering you with a massage or a take-out at night
His wallpaper is definitely a photo of you or the photo of you together
He will always go out of his way to buy you flowers every month
Is very shy but will continue holding your hand despite the teasing of his work mates
And obviously, the guy who will propose immediately when he knew you’re the one
HANK
This the King of Cheesy so expect to receive pick-up and cheesy lines every time
Loves to brag about you during his shift to Diabolical
Will recruit The Kambal to sing kundiman (love songs) in front of your house
Write letters every day instead of texting because he believes that letters are sweeter
As a man of style, he will wear his signature purple tux during your dates
DOMINIC
You are the only reason why he choose to be part of the agreement with Anton
You have changed his heart when you decided to be his lover and he thinks being nicer to your race will help to know you better
Even though he was known to be a proud leader of the aswangs, he is softer when you’re around
He loves spoiling you and seeing you happy with his gifts
Surprisingly, even though he is possessive, he is a gentleman
He doesn’t sleep with you unless you agree to marry him and lead the aswangs together
MALIKSI
This is the prince of Tikbalangs were talking about so expect lots of gifts from him
He loves to brag about you so don’t be surprised if lots of otherworld creatures knew about you being his lover
Speaking of bragging, he loves to see you close and watch him win his races
Also, loves physical touch so prepare to be tired and sore every day (￢‿￢ )
Is very possessive so don’t be surprised if he propose to you after your first hot night with him
*I'm supposed to continue writing my side hustle today but I just need to write something with Maliksi and Dominic lol
Again! Any requests are welcome, I'll try to write it when I have some free time. Enjoy this ayuda muna! XD*
Hello☺ if you're still accepting Trese requests can I ask for a fic about the reader reincarnating or resembling a past lover. Like Barcelona (Kathniel film) vibes. Either for the kambal or Maliksi or Dominic hahahaha you're sooo talented when it comes to hcs and short fics. Either way, I can understand if you're busy hehe
notes — thank u @haliya-mori & @binibiningbabaylan for beta reading! your comments were vv helpful i rlly appreciate it :) i’ve never seen barcelona and didn't know where to watch however the concept of reincarnation caught my eye!! might be a little different from what you were expecting, anon, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless ❤️
late 1800s
"Medic!"
Choruses of screams for aid had you on your feet almost robotically, too used to acting quick responses. One could have easily missed the soldiers' cries of agony and calls for help in the midst of the constant gunshots, but you've been trained to keep an ear out in any occasion.
You cursed as you gathered the lengthy material of your skirt to one side, above your knees to grant your legs the freedom to move without tripping over the fabric. "Lieutenant!" You wasted no time in dropping beside the injured man, eyes zeroing on his injury, which really wasn't easy to miss.
Half of his leg looked to have nearly been severed through from the angle you were looking at it. How he got this injury, you didn't know, but you didn't waste any time thinking about the cause; the fabric of his pants around the cut were already drenched and heavy in dark red.
You wrapped a piece of fabric around his thigh, close to the wound in attempt to reduce the amount of blood loss. You pulled it tight and gauged his reaction. A mere slight tensing of his muscles and a quick glance at his face told you that he was beginning to lose consciousness.
"Lieutenant!" You willed him awake, tying the fabric into a tight knot. You didn't even know if he could hear you with all the noise and chaos. "Lieutenant, stay with me!"
Frustration consumed you when the Lieutenant continued to not be able to hear you. His head lolled from side to side. His dazed eyes seemed to be scanning both everything and nothing. Talking to him deemed a fruitless cause, and you desperately whipped your head around, unable to do anything until someone came with the gurney.
You ducked down, looking over the soldiers in the trench in case anyone else needed to be tended to. The beating of your heart combatted the ringing in your ears every time your eyes passed a soldier and never coming across anybody you recognized. Fear for your loved ones potentially having died in the line of fire twisted your gut and had you forcing yourself to swallow the sick taste.
You spotted the gurney being carried in the corner of your eye.
"Over here!"
The Lieutenant's breaths were getting shorter and shorter as you used all your strength to transfer his deadweight one limb at a time. It took some time as you were slightly distracted, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of your lover alive, at least.
You saw him as you struggled to lift one end of the gurney.
Thank god, you silently prayed as you rushed back to shelter with the Lieutenant. Stay alive for me, asshole.
Two to three nurses rushed to your side once the Lieutenant was laid on a bed, diligently following your instructions as they handed you one medical instrument after the other. You were intent on giving the man a chance to live another day despite what your senses told you until his weak hand nudged you and your eyes flew to the piece of paper clutched in his hand.
You took in a deep breath and your eyes met the Lieutenant's. He weakly shook his head, giving into his fate. He knew he wasn't coming back from this alive, and there was no point in your attempts to put him back together.
You plucked the folded piece of paper from his fingers—a note to his wife. Blinking your moistening eyes, you passed it to another nurse, instructing them to make sure it's delivered to her. It was the least you could do.
A moment of silence was dedicated to the Lieutenant as he took his last breath.
Your colleague's hand planted itself on your shoulder in attempt to console you. "There was nothing more we could do."
Later, the gunshots ceased outside, taken over by the enemy's signal to retreat. Yells of victory and relief soon followed, yet you couldn't be bothered to participate. How could you call this a victory when there was so much bloodshed?
You stomached your grief and got to working when soldiers started approaching, seeking treatment for mostly minor injuries, which you're all but thankful for.
You spend the rest of the day sitting by the creek not too far from the base. There's something about the stream of rushing water in the quiet air that soothes you. It's somewhere you go to for a place of comfort, the only place you've known solace. Before eventually having to be thrown back into action, you bask in the peaceful environment, thinking of a time without war.
A rustling in the bushes has you thoughtlessly taking a defensive stance. The intruder's uniform and surrendered hands tell you he comes in peace.
"Don’t sneak up on me like that! I thought I was about to be killed."
Crispin chuckles as he plops down by the rock you're sitting on. He takes a moment to admire the view of nature.
Looking up at your face, he whistles. "Lookin' a little rough there."
You punch him on the shoulder, cursing him out when he laughs at your hostility. "You should see yourself, soldier."
He hums, rubbing the area you hit. "You okay though? You seem a little... off."
You take in a sharp breath as you're reminded of the Lieutenant.
It’s at these times that you think about how you took your childhood for granted. Despite not having lived the best upbringing due to your status, you thought it was better than watching your friends and countrymen die every day. Or maybe it was your childish nature of being carefree and oblivious to the uglier sides of society than what you were exposed to.
You missed being a child whose biggest concerns were hiding from priests and Spanish guards when you were forced to be out after curfew hours, scolded by your parents when you made it home late. It may seem a little selfish considering the Philippines had just been let go from the reigns of Spain, but a war against the Americans took its place and you didn’t know which was worse. In truth, you think that both options make a lose-lose situation for your countrymen. Things were happening so fast that you couldn’t process much of what was happening past the well-beings of the soldiers you treated.
It was good to have something to direct all your attention to as a distraction from everything else once in a while, you suppose. But you work on autopilot. Once you’re done with your shift, you’re left to think about the events of the day, stuck on guilt and regret for all the lives you’d failed to save.
“Hey.”
You didn’t realize you were crying until you blinked out of your thoughts to see Crispin knelt right in front of you, concern painting his features. He cupped your face and wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs, and you held onto his hands. You can hear him, you can touch him, you can feel him. He’s alive and right in front of you.
You collapsed into his body and wrapped your arms securely around his waist. You needed to be held right now, and Crispin was more than willing to oblige.
He hates seeing you like this, but neither of you have a say in what happens. In war, the only thing there is to it is to win or lose, kill or be killed. The only thing to do is to faithfully follow the orders of your superiors.
“This might not be a good time,” Crispin tucks your head under his chin. “But I’m… a Major now. Just had to let you know first.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I got promoted. I’ll be working more closely with the General now.”
“And Basilio?”
“He’s going to Bataan.”
You hold him tighter. “So that means…”
He sighs, caressing the back of your head. “We won’t be seeing each other that often anymore.”
The time you had together was already scarce.
As kids, you saw each other every day. You did everything together—basically grew up together. Your families were neighbors, you became playmates as soon as you learned how to walk.
Crispin only lived with his mother and twin brother. Your parents often accompanied their mother in her labor, splitting earnings so that both families had just enough to be able to make do with. It wasn’t a lot but you had learned to live with it.
When you were old enough, you tried to find a source of income to help both your parents. Once, you were almost taken in by a family of high status to work as a maid, but Crispin fought tooth and nail not to let you go for fear of the way you’d be treated there. That was the first and only major fight you two had, for you didn’t care what happened to you if it meant being able to provide help to your loved ones, while he cared too much about your well-being to let you go through with it regardless of the pay. Eventually, you did find your way around. You still struggled with money, but at least you were doing something.
You lived routinely. You worked, did your chores, and barely had any time to rest. But surprises came when your childhood friend would appear at your window with his brother trailing behind him for moral support, bearing little gifts and offering himself to you. Your parents already knew about it before it even happened. They expected it, really, as you’d both been especially close, and they were happy as long as you were.
Then, the day came where Crispin had shown up at your door, no teasing grin in sight to deliver you the news that he was going to dedicate his life to fighting for the country’s freedom; it had been a decision he and his brother agreed on. You held him then, the same way he was holding you now, and you had told him that you’d follow him into the army. If not as a soldier, you’d study practical first aid procedures with the resources you could get your hands on, so you could patch him up when he came back to you with cuts and bruises adorning his body. It was nerve wracking, but at least you’d be going through it together.
“I’m scared.” You mumbled into Crispin’s chest, your voice muffled by his uniform. “I’m scared for you.”
“Me too.”
Now that he’s assigned to work with the higher officers, there was no telling where he’d go or what he’d have to do. You’d been lucky to be assigned to his division, but he had more important matters on his hands now. You might not see him again once he receives his new orders.
So you just hold onto him, memorizing his scent of dust and gunpowder, marking the way his uniform-clad arms felt around your body. It was all you could do for now.
There wasn’t a day that passed by where you didn’t think of Crispin, wondering where he was, what he was doing, and the like.
He kept you updated through writing you letters, but they were never immediately delivered to you. He’d write to you once a day, sometimes of multiple long paragraphs telling you what he’s been up to and other times of short notes of ‘miss you’ and ‘love you’. His letters would pile up after weeks, and he’d bundle them all together when he was allowed to give them to a messenger. Only then would they arrive to you.
Months passed where his bundles of love notes were the only things that you looked forward to. You developed a habit of keeping an eye out for the messenger, and when you did, you’d let a small smile peek through. Other nurses would tease you about it, but your grin would just widen as you let them have their fun.
You had the most pleasant experiences reading Crispin’s letters. You could tell he jokes around a lot on purpose just to make you laugh. His words would be imprinted on your mind until the next bundle arrived.
The only time you worried was when news arrived about the death of the General that Crispin was working with. He wasn’t well-liked despite his patriotic intentions, and you suspected that it was only a matter of time before an order was given out to placate his subordinates. It was times like this that you wished you weren’t right.
It didn’t take long before your suspicions proved to be true. News spread through the army like a wildfire that a lot of the General’s subordinates were in hiding or have already been disarmed. A manhunt was declared, and it wasn’t going to end well for any of them.
You remember clutching Crispin’s letters to your chest. Both his and your safety (by association to him) were in jeopardy, and you didn’t know what to do. The last you’d heard from Crispin was that he was safe and in hiding. You could only hope that it stayed that way, no longer expecting further letters for his sake.
You carried on with your medical duties in the division you were assigned. You laid low, never drew attention to yourself.
Now, you were back by the creek. You finished doing laundry and were there to quell the troubles plaguing your mind.
The scrunching of footsteps on pebbles made you crane your head.
You expected it to be the other nurses calling you back in for having been out for too long. They did that often.
But contrary to what you initially thought, Basilio was the last person you expected to show up. Actually, you hadn’t expected him at all. Like his brother, you’d caught wind that Basilio was also in hiding from the current authorities. Your stomach dropped as he approached you.
“Y/N…” Basilio bent down to meet you at eye level, taking his hat off in the process.
“No… Don’t tell me he’s…”
The silence confirmed your thoughts. Your mind drew a blank. In truth, it was inevitable; it was bound to happen, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon. You thought you’d be able to at least see him once more.
Basilio’s eyes dropped to the floor. Crumpling paper made its way to your ears when he pulled out a single folded paper. “He said to give you this.”
Carefully, you unfold it.
Mahal,
If you’re reading this, then that means I wasn’t able to personally say any of these things myself.
I want to start off by saying I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the time we lost, and I’m sorry for what could have been. I’m sorry for the amount of times I could have told you I love you but didn’t due to whatever unfortunate circumstances were bestowed upon us. I’m sorry for always worrying you (I know you do so don’t even try to deny it) and for sometimes making things a little more difficult than they have to be. But most of all, I’m sorry for leaving you behind.
I’ve always wanted to start a family with you, you know that? I like to think about a beautiful pair of a mini you and a mini me running around. They’ll mostly take after you, and I’ll complain but secretly love them even more for it. They’d be blessed to look as good as I do, but even more so if they look like you. I know it would be a bit difficult considering, but with you, I think it would have all worked out just fine.
Never in my life did I think I’d be away from you for this long. I miss you so much, god I miss you. But I guess it’ll be just a little longer till we meet again—it better be a long time! Promise me that you’ll live a long life and don’t you dare break it or I’ll come back to haunt you.
I’m actually tearing up as I write this because I’ll forever be grateful to have had you in my life, which looking back now feels really short. I just wish we had more time. However, I’ll always be grateful that you chose to love me. I’m so lucky for that. Out of all people, you chose me. I’m just that good, no?
I have so much more I want to say but I’m running out of space so I guess I’ll wrap it up now.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Don’t ever forget that.
Yours,
Cris
You don’t have the energy to cry though you so desperately want to. You’re still struggling to accept that he’s gone, but something in your mind isn’t allowing you to. There’s a part of your brain still clinging onto the hope that he’s still out there. But you know better.
So when the tears refuse to come, your face feels tight. Your voice comes out hoarse. “Thank you, Basilio,” you say, blinking away the burden of your dry eyes.
Basilio’s eyebrows remain pinched, worry for you increasing the longer you appear to act like you’re fine. He wants to stay to make sure you’re okay like his brother asked him to, but he’s running out of time and he can’t be out in the open for too long. “I’m sorry,” is all he says before he hugs you and departs.
It hits you all at once later that night while you’re preparing dinner for yourself.
Your wrist accidentally grazes the heated pot and a searing pain makes its way up your arm. You hiss and jump away from the fire.
While you’re running your wrist under water, you realize your hands are shaking. Your vision is getting blurrier until you can’t see the outlines of your own fingers anymore.
Loud sobs echo through the room and before you know it, you’ve fallen to your knees. Your body is too weak to hold you up anymore.
The other nurses run into the room upon hearing the commotion. Your friend drops down beside you, encasing you in her arms and rubbing your back up and down to soothe your cries of agony.
You were taken over with grief for the loss of your lover who would never have the chance to see his dreams come to light in this life.
It had only gotten through to you that you'd never see his face again. Over time, you would forget the way the skin by his eyes would crease as he laughed at you whenever you reprimanded him for doing something stupid. You would forget the way his lips feel on your skin, the comfort of his arms, the sound of his voice...
Everything had gone to waste.
You’re tired, so tired of the war. You don’t want to do this alone, but you promised Crispin you’d live for him. You’ve never broken a promise to him, and you’re not about to start any time soon.
present day
You squealed with your group-mates, ecstatic that your project was a hit.
To celebrate Buwan Ng Wika, your college’s History Department had proposed a project for History majors to adapt the role of museum curators of a historical exhibition on any event in Philippine history, which would be open to the public for viewing.
Your group was assigned the Philippine-American War, and you started the exhibit recalling the life and death of the late General Antonio Luna, touching a bit on what followed. One hotspot in your exhibit was the projector playing the General’s famous lines in the movie Heneral Luna.
Your personal favorite part of the exhibit, however, was dedicated to recalling the lives lost after General Luna’s death. One portion of it in particular touched on the tragic end between wartime lovers. The recovered historical pieces illustrating their romance consisted of hundreds of letters sent by one, never with a return address. You had always been a sucker for right-person-wrong-time tropes, and this one did not fail to elicit a squeeze in your chest whenever you reread about it.
It was fascinating to read about a situation where, in the midst of death and bloodshed, two people were able to find life in each other. You wondered what their life might have been like if they were permitted to live a little longer.
They could have married. If they had children or grandchildren, you wondered what keepsakes or heirlooms they could have carried onto the next generations. Maybe they could have passed down their stories of them growing up, of their first meeting, and of first-hand historical recounts. Those were valuable heirlooms in itself. If it were you, their story was definitely one you'd be telling your children if you ended up having any.
You stood in front of that exhibit, rereading the photocopied faded words on paper. Around you, you heard murmurs of commentary from lovers and hopeless romantics alike, commemorating the story of a wartime romance.
You checked your phone, wondering where your best friend went. They went to pick up their girlfriend at the entrance. You met her once. She’s nice. A little aloof but nice.
bestie: im gonna walk around w alex for a bit :>
bestie: she brought her brothers hehe 👀
bestie: might play cupid if i see ya ykyk HAHAHA
You scoff out a laugh before pocketing your phone.
A pop of a gum bubble behind you caught your attention. The culprit—a tall man in a clean suit and close cropped hair—offered you a piece of gum when he noticed you looking.
You raised an eyebrow, turning your back on him. “That’s not suspicious at all. Didn’t your mom ever tell you that offering candy to children is a very kidnapper thing to do?”
The man laughed, stepping closer towards you.“Well, I’m not a kidnapper, and you are not a kid, thank you very much.” You felt a strange fluttering in your gut. “I’m Crispin. Nice to meet you…”
When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are.
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content — nsfw, fem!reader, profanity, rivalry, enemies to lovers, drag racing, alcohol consumption, unprotected sexy time, car seggs, thigh riding, angry fucking, a bit of spanking and degradation,
notes — 5.2k words & unedited af 😩 NOW WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME MALIKSI LOOKED THIS FINE IN THE COMICS BECAUSENDMF kinda late hehe i posted ab this fic some time ago but loikee its finally here 😆
Ungodly hours of the night are usually means for a free-for-all. It's a time when most crowds of citizens and legal authorities are nowhere in sight, giving way for young adults to pluck and drop a few "Road Closed" signs to clear the streets for a bit of fun. Condominium and apartment residents should already be used to hearing the loud engines of the multiple cars as they speed past.
This scene is anything but new to him. Many a night is spent sneaking into his garage and away from responsibility, all to satisfy his cravings for a good time, escaping the inevitable stress of the bustling adult life even for just a few hours. Today had been a particularly rough day for Maliksi, so imagine his relief once the sun had completely sunken past the horizon; he had swiftly jumped into his Nissan Skyline and drove over to Mindanao Avenue in Quezon city, wads of cash prepared and stashed for the first race he could get himself in.
"Yo, Kai! Whats the hold up?" Kai was the person to know around these areas. Often did he host the races—planning the route, setting the stakes, even hosting big after-parties, and the like. If you wanted in, you go to him. Luckily, he and Mal were childhood friends. He'd gone out with Kai lots throughout his youth, spending nights with his friend and a bunch of happy strangers to escape his own family matters. It evidently was a habit he seemed to never have been able to get rid of.
Ducking down to meet his friend at his driver's side window, Kai murmured. "We're lacking a fourth." Maliksi scoffed, the corner of his lip jerking up as amusement filled him up. Kai very much expected this and good-naturedly shoved his face, then flashing him the finger when he backed away to inform the other two racers of the circumstances. "Don't let it get to your head though, you fucktard."
Ethan and Jay, from the Toyota 86 and the Nissan Evo lined up by Maliski (also good friends of his), raised their fingers as well upon seeing Kai make the gesture. Laughing, Ethan yelled, "I dunno what Kai said but I heard him call you a fucktard and I'm compelled to agree!"
Obviously, Maliksi did not listen to either of them or to Kai because why would he? It did, in fact, get to his head and he proudly put his head out the window with a chuckle to announce, "Mga duwag! You're all cowards!" What good was having a good car if you didn't put its engine to the test? If nobody was willing to step up and race him (and his friends though they're irrelevant right now), then they're all a bunch of posers. It was laughable, really.
Maliksi knows he's good. He's damn-near undefeated! He gets why people are hesitant to even try racing him in his Skyline, and a good chunk of him shamelessly relishes in that fact, but he's itching to take the edge off. In a race. Right now.
"I'll join," an engine revs from the back. The sea of drag race enthusiasts parts as a glowing Mazda Miata rolls up from behind with its soft top folded down into a convertible, revealing you manning the wheel in the driver's seat. "But on one condition." You smirk.
Maliksi scowls. “Why don’t you go get a manicure instead, little girl?” He’d easily prefer anyone else over you.
He goes to be ignored by you as you continue to speak, already having gained the audience's attention. "Raise the stakes." The crowd 'ooh's, interest increasing as they feel the growing tension.
Kai personally finds the situation hilarious. The long-time rivalry between his two friends was often a subject of his humor, from their childhood and into adulthood. He couldn't quite grasp how two people could have known each other for as long as you two did and still never manage to get along. You'd both always made it out to be your dying wish to best one another at every single thing, starting from 'Who could cry the loudest?' to 'Who had the most toys?' to 'Who had the better grades?' and to 'Who was the better racer?'.
Though your never-ending quarrel was childish to say the least, Kai enabled it further, if only to see the contorted expression on Maliksi's face, which in his opinion made the guy look like he was constipated. "Raise the stakes, you say? How much?"
There was no hesitation on your part when you said to "Double it."
"Damn, she's really going for it, huh?" Jay pipes up, already pulling up notes to add on to the wager.
Distant whooping in the crowd tickled Maliksi deep inside his ear, he swears he felt a muscle twitch. People only did that when they're sure they'd win. How fucking dare you belittle him?
“Fucking bitch…”
"Well, boys," Kai claps, stepping in before a brawl had a chance to break out, "ya'll heard her!" He stopped by the three cars before yours, collecting the amounts. Maliksi aggressively thrusts his bills onto his friend’s hand.
Your eyes linger on his menacing snarl. "Scared to lose, pussy boy?"
Kai grins to himself when you nonchalantly pass him a bundle of cash with the fixed amount.
Maliksi was getting more and more agitated by the minute. The clenching in the middle of his chest told him that your presence alone was enough to tick him off, and intervening to insert yourself into a race that wasn't even supposed to involve you in the first place definitely increased his annoyance tenfold. He's sure that was your goal in the first place. After all, you always seemed to make it your personal vendetta to rain hellfire on him. He'd simply have to reverse the situation and clap back, he thought bitterly. A hundred consecutive "fuck you"s meant against you circled his mind as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
A skinny pair of arms rested on his rolled down window. He could not, for the life of him, recall the name of its pretty owner.
"Hey," the girl nodded, twirling a lock of her long blonde hair. Flirty eyes gazed up at Maliksi. Julia, maybe? Or was it Rosie? "If you win," she eyed him, using her slender hands to push up her breasts, "these are all yours."
Maliksi licked his lips while keeping his focus solely trained on the girl's plunging assets. She winked as she backed into the crowd.
"Gross."
But of course, you had to ruin it for him right away, not that it's anything new to either of you. You always do this. He couldn't understand why you couldn't ever keep your nose out of his business. (Granted, he does the same thing back to you, but that's only because you do it first!) Either way, Maliksi's mood has once again been soiled. "You're just mad you don't get bitches."
You laugh. "Says who?"
This irks him. He gives up on responding and merely mutters a disgruntled "whatever," fully intent on ignoring your existence as a whole until he wins the race for himself. That'll show you, he thinks.
Thankfully, Kai finally announced at that point that everything was set to go, outlining the route for the racers to take. The same girl from before struts past the finish line, swaying her hips as she counts down. She raises one arm. "Ready..."
She smirks to herself as the masses watch in heated anticipation. She raises her other arm. "Set..."
The roaring of all four vehicles' engines pile onto one another as a means to establish intimidation, though as it isn't Maliksi's first time racing any of you, the intimidation tactic doesn't work as well as it would have the first time. Now, it was just a means to show off and conduct a challenge. Really, the only competition in this race is you—he did use the words 'damn-near unbeatable' to describe himself.
The girl catches Maliksi's eyes and smirks to herself. With a dramatic release of her arms, she yells "Go!" immediately followed by the four of you speeding down the wide, empty road.
Kai had stated, in detail, every straight and turn they needed to take in order to get back to the finish line, which would be the same point they started in though coming from the other direction as opposed to the way they took off. The first half of the race was no problem for Maliksi. He quickly overtook both Ethan and Jay, whooping when he saw them two clamoring in his rearview mirror. Despite that, you'd been neck-and-neck with him throughout the entirety of the drive, which meant that he could not afford to be slacking off at any point whatsoever.
It seemed that he couldn't shake you off no matter how hard he tried. Sometimes he'd think he's finally going to overtake you, but then you pull some trick out of your sleeve and accelerate slightly past him to match his speed. At one point, you managed to cut past him a little too much for his liking, and he cursed before desperately digging his foot onto the gas pedal, colliding with the side of your bumper.
He was sure he heard you, in a fit of rage, exclaim a distant yet sharp "Motherfucker!" at the dirty move he pulled. His insides flutter. He let himself grin evilly.
Curves and turns were tricky. Those areas gave you an opening to widen the gap between your cars, not that Maliksi would willingly allow you to. He'd rather die than have you beat him again. Maybe that was an over-exaggeration on his part, but he stands with it regardless.
At last, Maliksi had reached the final point of the race. After this next turn was home stretch. He didn't need to worry about his two friends who were lagging from behind both you and himself. All he had to do was make sure you weren't able to slip through the corner, which was easier said than done.
He tried to keep the side of his car as close to the curb as possible as he neared the sharp turn, so that you would not have any window to push through. What he didn't expect, however, was how vengeful you'd become since he hit your car earlier. Because of that, you'd managed the balls to speed up and cut across Maliksi's own car, pushing him against the curb and causing him to swerve off-road in a moment of panic, all to make way for you to completely leave him in the dust with the aid of your nitrous tanks.
Maliksi blurred past the finish line a little after you did.
To say you were overjoyed at having beat your childhood enemy at yet another street race would be an understatement. You threw your head back, laughing without a care in the world as you slowed down to a stop. He wanted to play dirty, and you simply responded accordingly. You were pretty proud of the stunt you pulled despite the danger you'd put yourselves into just to go through with it.
Truth be told, you didn't have a solid reason to back up half the things you did out of pure spite, but you guess it's just always been that way between the two of you. When he walks, you walk faster; when he talks, you talk louder; when he hits your beloved car, you hit his harder. That's just simply the way things are. Frankly, it was pretty amusing too, the way he'd blow a fuse every single damn time. The way he's just so affected by every single thing you do satisfied you to no end. Tonight was a little more daring than you'd like to admit, but it was worth it, you reason. You won this race fair and square.
People mobbed around you, yelling "Congratulations!" and patting you on the back for your victory. It was more hyped up than usual, and the regular crowd was already chaotic to begin with, but everyone knew that any competition between you and a certain tikbalang was something you just have to be there for—something it would be a pity to miss entirely.
A car door slams behind you, followed by heavy stomps. The crowd parts for the co-star of your reality show. The real spectacle begins now.
Maliksi points an angry, thick finger at you. "You almost killed me back there! Are you out of your fucking mind?!"
You scoff. The only rule of street racing is that there are no rules. Once you're in the field, it's free real estate. Driving way, way past any speed limit on a public road is already a danger in itself, and even more so when side-by-side competition is brought in. In short, drag racing is no sport for the feeble minded or uptight; drag racers are risk-takers, unafraid to challenge the face of risks. It makes for the thrilling experience you get in the end. "The keyword there is almost. You got out alive didn't you?" You fold your arms, a smug curl of your lip takes its place. "You knew what you were getting into, and by the way, you hit me first."
"I barely grazed you!"
"You're a damn sore loser, you know that?"
Kai comes up from behind Maliksi and claps his hand on his shoulder. "Let it go, man." Maliksi shoves him away, practically steaming from his ears, and walks off. The audience disperses into smaller groups. Kai shrugs, handing your earnings from the race over to you and winking before turning around to find his hotheaded friend.
Despite the short argument that took place, it was clear you won the spat. Your expression fades into neutrality. There goes your fun for the night, you guess. Standing in the midst of mingling people, you look a little lost now that you had nothing to do, though you'd all have to leave soon either way—before the cops show up and put your fates up to chance. So you do.
But you're not ready to end the night just yet. You're sure that Kai's throwing an after-party at his place, and you don't even think twice before racing to that direction.
Your sworn enemy will be there, you're sure. The mere thought has you slightly brightening up, excited about the more ways you can piss him off. He seemed to be in an especially bad mood tonight, so it shouldn't be that hard.
Upon arrival at Kai's, you were greeted with everyone high-fiving you, whooping and congratulating you again for tonight's victory. Within these parts, you knew everyone and everyone knew you. It was rare to see any newcomers.
Ethan spotted you from the beer pong table and raised his red cup at you with a big, loopy grin. "Heeyyy!!" He exchanged a few words with the other players before hopping over to you and swinging a lanky arm around you. "Here she is! The woman of the night!"
"Ethan, shut the fuck up!"
"Jesus fuckin' christ," he shook his head, whipping around to try to find the owner of the voice that spoke up. Unsuccessful in his mission, he merely screamed at no one in particular, "Fuck you!"
You laughed at his antics, years of your friendship flashing in your mind of similar scenarios like this one. He hasn't changed one bit.
"Hey, you want a drink?"
"Sure."
Your friend led you to the kitchen, where all the alcohol was kept. He cracked you open a beer.
You brought it up to your lips, about to take a sip, when you spotted Maliksi from the other room. At that, you stole a shot from the hand of the girl walking past you and downed it yourself, handing it back to her with an apology upon recognizing her face.
Ethan cracks up beside you. "You hate 'im that much?"
"He's just so fucking annoying, ya feel?"
He doesn't seem to find meaning in your words though he nods along absentmindedly. You don't have it in you to solidify your statement. Everything you tell him now will go in one ear and out the other.
You take a peek at Maliksi again, just in time to see him getting slapped and rejected by a tall bimbo you think goes by Natalie. You snort before finally taking a swig from your beer.
"He's not having a very good night is he?"
A glance over your shoulder introduced a built, handsome man. The deep baritone of his voice sent a cool sensation down your spine. His simple sweats and black T-shirt that hugged the curvature of his muscles snuggly caught your eye more than you liked to admit, but it was his lazy smirk and fluffy hair with strands that fell over his eyes that drew you in. All your previous plans of poking sticks at a tikbalang instantly left your agenda.
Adjusting your footing so your body language as you stood appeared to be more open to him, you smile. "No, he isn't, actually."
He put his hand in his pocket and stepped over to stand beside you, craning his body and putting his free arm out for a handshake. "I'm Iñigo. You can call me Iñigo."
You firmly clasp his hand in yours. "Y/N. Nice to meet you."
"Y/N..." he seemed to ponder. The way your name rolled off his tongue gave you butterflies. "As in the Y/N that beat my cousin over there and got him all moody?"
Your smile faltered. "Your... cousin?"
Iñigo laughed, still not letting go of your hand. "Unfortunately, yeah. Hey, you're practically well known in the family, did you know? Whenever the guy's grumpy, it's somehow always your doing, apparently."
Your expression began appearing more strained the longer he spoke. No, you didn't know your enemy's entire family was aware of your existence. "Um," you slowly pulled your hand away.
"I think you're a legend."
Now that caught your attention. "A legend?"
"Yeah, man, someone needs to put my cousin in his place, you know what I'm sayin'?"
Never mind, yeah maybe you do like this guy.
Conversation flowed easily between you two. He was polite, laid back, and he paid attention to what you had to say. You quickly found out that he had just come back from abroad, which would explain why you've never seen him around before. He was only here to visit his family for a while. And with a few hints and suggestive eye-contact, you gathered that he was looking for someone to spend the night with. That, you could willingly give him.
You don't notice the pair of eyes glaring at you from another side of the room.
"Hey, you want another drink?" Iñigo asks, noticing your empty bottle. When you nod, he quickly offers to go get one for you, glancing down at you as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. You let him without thinking, and you scroll through your phone for a bit while you wait.
A tight grip on your forearm dragging you through the house startles you, and you try to yank your arm back, unable to see amidst the crowd who it was leading you god knows where. The perpetrator turns his head back to tell you to stop fighting him. One look was all it took for you to grow still.
Maliksi practically had flames in his eyes as he met yours. What was up with him, you didn't know, but you were pretty sure it had something to do with either the race or his cousin. For what reason you could only assume was dumb, but you did want to know what his deal was.
Once you made it outside, you yanked your arm again. This time, he let go. "The fuck is wrong with you? Couldn't you see I was waiting on someone back there?"
"We're leaving. You shouldn't be accepting drinks from strangers—you should know that."
"We? There is no 'we'. Iñigo's not a stranger, dipshit. And he's your cousin! You don't trust your own cousin?"
Maliksi clenches his jaw. "Still. You literally just met him."
"Tch," you scoff, looking away in disbelief. "I don't see how it's any of your fucking business."
"It's my fucking business because he's my fucking cousin."
"But it's my life! It's none of your fucking business who I wanna fuck!"
"You were gonna fuck him?"
"Why the fuck do you care? Hell, you don't even like me!"
"You were gonna fuck him?!"
"Yeah, and? What about it?!"
You were so irritated with him. It wasn't his right to dictate who you could and couldn't spend your nightly endeavors with. Literally, he is the last person to judge you. It's not like you're close.
At this point, Maliksi had advanced towards you. He had you backed up against his car, and his face was all up in yours. It didn't take much for you to notice the vein popping out his forehead.
You don't notice your close proximity, breaths fanning over one another's face, until you think you see his irises flicker down to your lips, but you swear you're hallucinating. You haven't had much to drink, though, which was odd. Still, neither of you moved an inch.
Suddenly, Maliksi grabs the back of your neck and forces his lips onto yours.
You're too stunned to respond. Your eyes are wide open in shock, staring at Maliksi, your supposed lifelong enemy, who was supposed to despise you with all his being.
Noticing your lack of reciprocation, he pulls away, an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he never had the chance to say anything as you harshly shove his chest before getting into the passenger's side of his car.
You use those few seconds of Maliksi walking his way round to the other side to think. What in the fuck were you doing?
In the moment itself, you couldn't process anything, but now that you had a few seconds of silence, you were able to think about it.
You hated him, you reminded yourself. You hate him. He hates you. It's always been that way between you. There's absolutely no way he kissed you on purpose, and sober at that! But then again, you don't recall seeing him drinking during the party. Maybe you just didn't see him. There was just no fucking way.
But oddly enough, it felt... nice. It irked you slightly to admit it, even just to yourself, but you did like it. Despite it having been a presumably unruly sight, the feel of his thick arms and big body encasing you, hands roaming all over you, was somehow getting your underwear soaked.
It was then you decided. If he had the audacity to ruin what was supposed to be your one night stand with his cousin, then you could have him instead, you guess. It can't be that bad. After all, you know what they say about tikbalangs and their... size.
You snap out of your thoughts when you hear the driver's side door click shut. Your stare at the growing tent in Maliksi's pants. He goes to start the engine, but before he can, you're already pulling him towards you, trapping his plump lower lip between yours. He instantly opens his mouth for you, cupping your face in his warm hands.
It's angry, rough, and messy. Both of your tongues tangle and clash until saliva drips down your chins.
You're impatient. You climb over the compartment between your seats, hissing as you feel the gearshift brush against your clothed pussy before plopping on Maliksi's lap fully. “I fucking hate you.”
“Yeah? Fuck you.”
He tries to lean back and give you space, but the car horn sounds when your back pushes against it. "Dumb fuck," you mutter, arching backward to reach down the front of his chair so you could adjust the seat.
This gave Maliksi the perfect view of your body, and he took it as an opportunity to rake his eyes all over you, letting his hands and lips roam and mark you up.
Heavy pants fill the small space. You press your front against his as he attacks your neck, stretching the fabric around your neckline to the side to give him access, which is definitely going to destroy your shirt. You violently push his head away, and you're met with Maliksi's scowl. The emotions you feel from his expression, especially with the lusty glare in his eyes, go straight down to your core. You messily pull your top over your head. "You're fucking ruining my shirt."
You nearly ripped down the front of his shirt, yanking the buttons open and exposing his glistening, godly torso, rising and falling intensely with each heavy breath he takes. Your lips attach onto his body, kissing him, biting him, marking him everywhere you could reach. Your palms run down his sweaty, firm pecs and abs as he leans his head back against the headrest, groaning. "And you fucking ruined mine."
"Shut up," you mumble, lips still exploring his chest as you roughly grab his bulge in his pants and he jolts. You yelp when he yanks you back by your hair.
There is no shame preset in you as you stare him down with a knowing look. The more you look at things between you as a competition, the better it gets. He glares at you and you glare back just as fiercely. The way he's looking at you, face almost red with his repressed rage has you giddily anticipating what his next move is. A few seconds pass and neither of you give up on your heated stare-down until you're too impatient and take initiative by yourself, grabbing his jaw and clashing your lips together for a messy battle between tongues.
Maliksi's jeans rub against your clothed sex and you moan in his mouth, subtly trying to press down harder against his hard thigh. You spread your legs a little further, perfectly slotting his thigh between yours, giving you just the right angle to grind your hips and drag your pussy across his firm quads.
You whimper when he flexes his thigh and presses it upward. “Fuck.”
"You like that, slut?" He does it again, and you pull away from his lips to whimper again. He attaches his mouth onto the juncture between your neck and shoulder instead. "Ride my thigh till you cum," he all but commands, slapping your ass as he bounces his leg up once, drawing a yelp out of you.
You shamelessly hump his clothed leg until you feel the familiar coil in your stomach. Maliksi helps you reach it with his head buried in your chest, fondling your breasts and slobbering over them to his heart's content. Your body stutters as you let yourself go, stilling in Maliksi's hold while you come undone, but he still hasn't stopped worshipping your chest.
You push him back, trying to catch your breath as you wipe the sweat off your forehead with your arm.
"Mal," you pant, pushing a hand on his lower abdomen to support yourself as you find his fly with your other hand. You eye the little wet spot on the tent in his jeans with so much focus that you don't notice how he tenses under your touch. "Mal, fuck, I need you in me. Now."
His breaths are uneven as you unzip his pants and pull out his hard, girthy cock, undressing your bottom half and raising your hips so you could line align it with your entrance.
You don't notice the troubled look on Maliksi's face, trying to comprehend how you're literally glowing in his eyes. Your concentrated expression arouses him more than it should, especially with how all your attention is focused on his cock—his ultimate glory and pride. His eyes are wide and unfocused, he doesn't realize when you've sunken yourself on him, and he almost chokes.
“Ohh, shit.”
You let out a sigh when he's finally fully sheathed in you. You begin to move, raising your hips upward, almost pulling him out fully, and then sliding back down. Satisfaction and pleasure consumes you, and you're bound to maintain those sensations. Maliksi lets his head fall back with his mouth hung wide open, holding your thighs and letting you do the work for now.
When you finally take your eyes off of your connected bodies, you notice how Maliksi is gaping like a fish, head lolling to the side, staring at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over, and little groans escaping him. You wonder for a bit before resting your palm on his abs, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. "You whore," you smile.
You start to pick up the pace, bouncing faster. Your eyebrows scrunch in both pleasure and frustration. You're desperate to keep going, but you're getting tired. Your legs are starting to ache.
That's when Maliksi decides that's enough and slightly lifts you up by digging his fingers into your ass, opting to thrust into you from beneath instead. Instantly, you're taken by surprise at his sudden movement. You feel like you can't breathe, and you gasp for air. He spanks your ass twice. You don't want him to stop.
When you look at him again, you notice he's conflicted. His eyes are travelling everywhere, not knowing where to lock them. They flit between your face, your bouncing tits, and the white ring of cream formed around the base of his cock. You decide to help him by letting him look at neither of those things.
You cup his jaw, tilting it up so you can nip at his neck from the side, scratching down his torso with the nails of your other hand. Your naked top presses against his as you grind down, while he pushes up. He whispers your name every now and then. His groans are louder to you as his mouth is close to your ear. He's forced to look up at his car's ceiling—up at nothing—as he fucks into you. You feel him twitch and your walls clench.
"Shit... Cum in me," you mewl between moans.
Maliksi's breath catches in his throat, the tempo of his hips spluttering for a second. "Motherff— you sure?"
You can only nod against his skin, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life as you feel yourself needing to cum once again as he abuses your g-spot.
It seems like you're both holding out for one another, waiting for each other to cum first. You stubbornly hold your ground, constantly feeling like you can't wait any longer, but spite fueled you to push through despite the overwhelming electricity shooting up and all over your body. You were holding back tears as you waited for Maliksi to let himself go first.
Fortunately, your efforts didn't go to waste because the moment you ground your hips against his and clenched your pussy at the exact time he pumped up, he swore, "Fuck!" and came in thick ropes, painting your walls white with his name, hips faltering and thighs aching as he weakly attempted to roll his pelvis against yours. You came right after, seeing bright flashes of different colors before slumping your body on his, fighting the pull of unconsciousness.
Your chests rise and fall in synchronzation as you attempt to even out your breathing. You reach towards the floor for your discarded top. Maliksi breaks the silence first. “So," he clears his voice. "Same time next week?”
