#tw. drinking

Running his gloved fingers thru his damp hair, Leon let out a soft chuckle upon seeing a bar from afar, almost as if his desperate plea was answered by God himself. Its neon sign flashing OPEN 24/7 in bright red LED lights, he could see a few drunkards already passing out on the sidewalk, holding onto their beer bottles before he parked his car around the corner. Putting his car keys in his pocket, Leon budged open the door of the bar, greeted by the sound of the bell atop the door chimes. The heavy scent of tobacco, hard liquor and sweat was evident as it clings to the air— not to mention the odour of sex grows stronger and pungent as he goes even deeper into the crowds to reach the counter.

Leon finds himself a seat on one of the stools, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips before the feeling of someone standing over him crept onto him. He lifted his face, sparing a small, tired smile at you as you returned with a polite one.

‘Cute,’ He thought.

“You look tired, want me to fix you up with something?” You raised your voice a little, making sure he can hear you amid the blasting music as you leaned closer to him, Leon got a slight whiff of your refreshing, floral perfume. It was pleasant, a stark contrast from the stench that the bar seemed to be festering with. You were pretty, clad in a black blouse with your sleeves rolled to your elbow, a beige apron wrapping around your waist as you pressed your hands on the counter with a bright smile on your face.

“Just a shot of Vodka, please,” Leon replied, his eyes remaining trained on your face. You give his request a firm nod, turning your back to Leon as he watches you step on a stool before reaching for the bottle of Vodka on the top shelf.

“Need some help there?” Leon teased, a soft chuckle emitted from him as you rolled your eyes teasingly. “Thanks, but no thanks.” You replied to him, getting off the stool before you turned to face him again.

Putting the shot glass in front of him before you pour the Vodka in, making sure not to overflow the shot glass. “Thank you, pretty girl.” He whispered, his voice dropping an octave lower before you flash him a grin, your cheeks heating up before you remain your composure.

“Anytime, handsome.”

Sure, you’ve been flirted by your customers before. Mostly by married older men who're too drunk to even form a proper sentence, easing you into coming back home with them and they’ll show you a great time. You wouldn’t be too phased with it, assuming it was just the liquor talking— but this? This was different.

Somehow hearing this attractive man you have never seen before calling you a pretty girl sent heat coursing up your cheeks. Maybe it’s his looks or his voice, or the fact that you hadn’t been able to fuck for weeks since you were too busy with bartending and college classes hence you being fairly sexually frustrated but you paid extra attention to him.

Not that he’s complaining, Leon’s not the type to turn a lady’s attention away from him.

“You’re new here?” You strike up a conversation with him which is something you would normally avoid to do so. Leon smirked at you, chugging down the Vodka shot in one go before he let out a sharp breath. His eyes met back to yours before he cocked his head to the side, “Yeah, just wanted to find somewhere to rest, past weeks have been crazy.” He replied, his eyes shifted to the empty shot. “I might be here for a while, mind keeping a tab for me?” Leon poured himself another shot, his finger grazing around the rim of the shot glass before looking up into your eyes.

“Aren’t you too young to be bartending?"

“What are you a cop or something?” You raised your eyebrow with a teasing smile on your lips, jotting down his tab before pushing it to the side. A chuckle left his lips before Leon speaks again, “Eh, kind of. So how old are you?"

“21. No breaking laws here, officer.” Slightly raising both of your hands in the air jokingly, Leon grinned at your antics, chugging his second shot of Vodka.

“No worries, pretty girl. But why here, though? Why work in a bar?”

“It pays me well plus I needed some quick cash. My dad isn’t too keen on giving me some money so here I am.” You said, pouring him his third shot of Vodka as he smiled at you.

“How come?”

“Let’s just say he's not the nicest.” You shrugged, watching as his adam apple's bobs every time he chugged the Vodka shot down his throat. His pale cheeks already began to redden up a little, adoring his porcelain skin with a pink tint. Leon extended his hand to you and you happily accepted it, giving him a firm handshake before you exchanged introductions with each other.

“Leon Kennedy. And you are?”

“[Y/N] [L/N].”

The two of you converse for hours, pouring him shot after shot and with every shot he takes, Leon would flirt with you. He’s still pretty sober despite the high intake of Vodka shots, he seems pretty calm in his seat— occasionally winking at you when you’re serving other customers and throwing cheesy pick-up lines between the conversation.

Leon can’t lie but finds himself attracted to you, ordering more and more drinks in hopes of keeping your attention on him. He loves the way you blushed at the slightest contact of his hands or the way you would look at him back with a twinge of desire circling behind those eyes of yours. Fuck, you’re too hot for him to be this tipsy.

Once in a while when you were talking, his eyes would shift down to your lips, cock straining against his pants as you licked your lips and looked up to him with that evident obliviousness plastered all over your pretty face to his impure thoughts.

“Your total is 200 dollars. Cash or card?” You smiled at him, handing him the tab you had for him with a card reader in your other hand. Leon ran his card swiftly on the card reader before he put them back into his wallet and stuffed them back into his pocket. Shifting your eyes to the clock, a hint of disappointment could be seen on your face before you quickly muster a small smile for Leon.

“It’s already twelve? Well, it’s been nice talking to you, Leon." Untying the beige apron around your waist, you placed it on the lower counter. Leon was quick to wrap his fingers around your wrist to stop you in your tracks.

“I can give you a ride back home if you want.”

You can definitely say this was a different type of a ride back home.

“Your lips taste so fucking sweet."

Straddling his hips with your thighs wrapped around his waist at the backseat, Leon has his arm around your waist. His other hand cupped the right side of your face, circling his thumb on your cheek as you intertwined your lips with him. His tongue goes past your slick lips as his hand guides your head to tilt a little to deepen the heated kiss. Leon breaks away from the kiss, leaning his head back on the car seat as you look at him with a dazed smile.

“Shit, this is insane.” He muttered, his fingers running thru his dirty blonde hair. “What’s so insane about this?” You softly replied, your lips finding their way back to him as he happily reciprocated, kissing you back with his tongue swirling with yours. His hand on your cheek moved to the back of your head, keeping your lips locked with his as you moaned into the kiss. Pulling away from the kiss for air, Leon strokes your hair as he runs his fingers thru your locks.

“Never really made out with a girl prior after knowing her for a couple of hours." Leon chuckled, his head slightly tilted as he looked back into your eyes with a half-lidded stare. He can feel the heat radiating from your cunt and God knows how much of the effect you had on him. “Well, I don’t usually accept a ride back home from a stranger but here we are.”

“It’s a first for the two of us then.” He grinned, a devilish smirk playing on his lips before his hand removed his hand from the back of your head. Unwrapping his arm around your waist, Leon moved both of his hands and settled them on your hips. His thumb makes a circular motion on the surface of your stomach as hummed with satisfaction. “You can do more than that, can you, officer?"

Right. You don't even know what he actually works as. That’s how little you two know of each other and yet his bodies and yours slotted perfectly like two pieces of puzzles. As if the two of you had known each other forever. Leon preferred the anonymity between the two of them.

“You’re going to make me lose control if you keep calling me that," Leon chuckled, the sound of his husky voice ringing in your ears. You noticed how your lipgloss was all over his lips, the beautiful pink sheen smeared on his lips down to his chin. “What should I call you then? Daddy?”

Leon let out a groan, his smile widening at the way your voice sounded when you rolled the word daddy off the tip of your tongue smoothly— you’re can’t be teasing him when he’s this horny and tipsy. He can't even think properly, too fixated on the positions he can put you in at the back seat of his car, clouding his mind with endless indecent imagination. He swallowed thickly, looking back at your eyes as you bit your lower lip back at him and flashed him a playful smile. “Say it again.”

“Daddy.” You breathed out, eyes shooting wide when his fingers brushed against your collarbone as he pried your blouse open, sending the buttons of your blouse to fly everywhere. Your body tensed up from the sudden action, his warm breath hitting against your skin as he kissed your collarbone and stopped between your chest. “Yeah, call me that.”

“Gladly.” Pulling away from your chest, he leaned in closer to your face, pulling your face into his as he smashed his lips on yours— engaging you into a messy, sloppy kiss. His tongue forcefully parted your pursed lips, exploring every corner of your mouth as you let out a pathetic whine when he pulled away. “God, you’re so needy. My needy little girl,” You can feel the ache between your thighs building up when he called you a little girl. Your cunt throbbed against the thin fabric of your cotton panties as he slipped his hand down your pencil skirt, his index finger teasing the pulsing little clit thru the fabric of your panties in a circular motion as he softly chuckled when you began to squirm in his grasp.

“You're already so wet. You’re excited for daddy to fuck you stupid?” He whispered into your ear, shooting shivers down your spine as you nodded at his question. “Let me hear your voice, pretty girl.” Leon landed a firm spank on your ass, sending your back straight as your fingers cling to his black T-Shirt. “I-I am excited...”

“There's my good girl. Open your mouth for me.” You obeyed him, parting your lips before he stuck the same index and middle finger he teased your clit earlier. “Get it nice and wet for your pussy, baby.” Leon smiled, occasionally letting out a grunt as the warmth of your mouth and your hot tongue wrapped around his digits.

All Leon could do is wish it was his cock you were sucking, taking every inch of his shaft down your throat. He wanted to see the outline of his cock on your throat, fucking your mouth while his balls slapped against your chin as he leaves you breathless. But for now, he’d settle with fingering your pretty pussy open.

“You’re so cute sucking my fingers like that,” He breathed out, pulling his fingers out from your mouth as it let out a small pop. “Thank you, daddy.” You shyly muttered, cheeks heating up upon feeling his cock twitching in his pants and grazing against your clothed sex.

“Spread your legs up a little for daddy, baby.” Your knees dug into the cushion of his car seat as you leaned your body on his front seat. His hands helped you roll your skirt up to your pelvis. Your fingers reach down to push your panties aside, spreading the lips apart as his breath hitches. Leon mumbled a curse, his pants getting tighter and tighter by each time as he salivates over the sight of your sopping cunt.

“All this pretty pussy just for me?” You nodded at his question in which he slipped back his hand between your thighs. Leon removed the gloves from his hands before throwing them to the front seat.

“S’all for you,” Your words were slurred from fixating on the ache between your legs so much. He grinned upon hearing your answer, inserting two digits past the tight muscles as your body shuddered in pleasure. His thumb makes its way to your clit, rubbing them at a slow pace and in a circular motion. Arching your body into his touch, Leon let out a chuckle— his other hand pushing your bra up your breast before the rough surface of his palm quickly fondled your tits.

“F-Fuck... Just like that...” You moaned out, throwing your head back from pure ecstasy as his hand massaged your tit while his fingers were pumping in and out of your pussy. Apart from the sound of your wanton moans, the squelches of your cunt sucking in his fingers and the low buzz coming from the radio filled the limited space of his car. “You like that? You like getting fingered by a stranger? God, I bet you did this to all of your customers, don’t you?”

You should’ve found that disrespectful, should’ve snapped back at him for thinking that way but somehow it made you wetter. His voice was soothing and had the right amount of hoarseness that you can’t help but get off from him shaming you. Either way, you shook your head in the heat of your bliss, looking back at him with misty eyes. “No, just you, Leon... You’re the only one that I-I let you do this...”

“Good. That's what I wanted to hear from you.” He smiled before he picked up the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit in a rougher and sloppier manner. Lips parting slightly, you gasped for air, seemingly taken aback by the sudden change of pace as your nails dug deep into his shoulder blades, gripping him tightly with the familiar knot in your lower stomach threatened to break. He loves the feeling of your spongy walls wrapped around his digits, pulsing and sucking his fingers deeper and deeper until his fingers brushed against your sweet spot.

“Oh, you love that, don’t you? Filthy whore.” The name-calling made your pussy clings onto his digits tighter as a sly smirk painted all over his lips. “Such a slut for getting off to me calling you a filthy whore, huh?” You weakly nodded, feeling yourself nearer to your limit as a whine left your lips when his fingers were pumping deep inside of you, abusing your sweet spot to its limits. Your teeth bite back your lower lip when he spits on your clit, smearing his saliva all over the bundle of nerves with his thumb.

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t wait to have you crying on my cock.” He said in a whisper, making sure you heard him despite the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling at the moment. “L-Leon, I'm... Fuck!... C-Cummin’” You cried, not caring if anyone that walked past his car would notice how your bare body is played by Leon like a piece of instrument. God, being seen nude by people now was the least concern you had, the only thing you could think about now is finishing on his fingers.

But what’s the fun in letting his little girl have everything her way?

“No, no, I’m not letting you cum, yet.” Leon pulled out his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, wrapping his tongue around his digits as he cleaned your juices off his pruney fingers. You pouted at his words, a frustrated sigh left your lips as you leaned your head on the window. “Why not?” You asked with your eyebrows furrowed into a small frown, it was clear you weren’t happy with him suddenly edging you. His eyes on you softened before he wrapped his arms around your body, his lips pressed on your bruised lips before he gave it a little lick.

“You don’t want to cum all over daddy’s dick?” Leon asked, once again, his thumb rubbing the bone of your hip in a circular motion. His eyes looked back at yours as he put his finger under your chin, lifting your face up to make you look up at him.

“It's going to feel nicer, princess. Don't you want that?”

He was right. God, why does he always know what to say to you? He arranged words in a way that weakened your knees and sent the same aching mess rushing back between your legs.

“I do, I do want it...” You weakly replied to him. Leon doesn't think you know how pretty you are now, looking up at him with those dew eyes, the clear desperation painted across your face and the way you already began to rub your thighs together. Getting you off his lap, he opened the right door of his car. You couldn’t help but stared at his erection, straining against his black jeans as Leon unbuckled his brown, leather belt. “Come here, princess.” He gestured for you to be closer as you listened to him, inching closer to him as the cold air from the outside hits your skin. His hand reached down to tease your hardened nipples, letting a glob of his spit fall down to your chest as he lathered your nipples with his saliva and pre cum using the tip of his cock.

“It's cold, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’d heat you up just in a sec. Ass up, face down, pretty girl.” You nodded, turning your back to him before bringing your hips higher as the leather of his car seat sticks to the sweat on your face. His cold fingers removed your panties, letting them hang just above your knees as his eyes stared at your dripping cunt with hungry eyes. A small gasp emits out of you when he tapped his cock on your slit several times, teasing your swollen clit with the head of his dick as you bite your lips back.

“Keep quiet, okay? I need you to take every inch of me like a good girl. Just let me know if it hurts.” A grunt left his lips when he pushed the tip past your lips, his other hand holding onto the doorframe of his car while the other settled around your waist. Leon wanted nothing but to push his cock and filled every corner of your tight cunt but he controlled himself from doing so. After all, the last thing he wanted to do is to hurt you after how sweet you are for him this whole night. “The head’s in... I’m going to start pushing more and more, okay?”

“O-Okay...” You whine, breathing heavily as your chest heaves up and down in an erratic pattern.

“Fuck, [Y/N], you need to stop sounding like that before...” Leon cut himself short, by now he was already halfway in you, the feeling of your velvet walls throbbing around his cock made his mouth dry before a shaky breath left his lips. A low whimper guttered out of his throat as you trembled under him, allowing him to bury his cock deeper and deeper into your pussy until your ass met his pelvis. “Feel that, princess?”

You moaned out a high-pitched yes to his question, throwing a glance at him over your shoulder as you looked at him through blurry vision. Salty tears clinging to your lashes with your bruised lips parted slightly, your eyes looking back at him with nothing but sheer desire. Leon spared you a smirk, pushing back his hair from his face before his hand landed yet another spank on your ass— seemingly turned on by the way you yelped and squeezed around him.

“Keep your eyes on me while I fucked you like the filthy whore you are.”

Leon begins to rock his hips at a slow pace, making sure you’re still adjusting to his size, his eyes shifting back and forth from your face to the way your cunt wraps snugly around his cock. Leaning closer to you until his chest pressed against your back, Leon planted a kiss on your earlobe. “You’re making me drunk from how good your pussy is, baby.” He said, kissing down the nape of your neck before he stood up back straight and began to move his hips faster.

This might just be the relief Leon needed after all of the fighting he had to endure.

“Hey, no looking away.” Every so often, he’d spanked you for not looking him in the eyes. He needs to see every contortion of expression on your face while you locked eyes with him. Leon knows you struggled to keep your eyes open, losing yourself in the pleasure as his throbbing cock goes in and out of you at a steady pace. And Leon loves it. He loves making sure your eyes are still on him, whether by spanking your already sore rear or suddenly thrusting deep inside of you to hear the small little scream you make when you’re surprised.

“Sorry, daddy.” And every time he does that, you never fail to apologize to him between your choked sobs and broken moans. It was endearing to watch, seeing you try your best to not disappoint him while he’s fucking your pussy raw in the back seat of his car. The shape of his fingers is already bruising into the skin of your flesh, the mixture of both pain and pleasure sending you over the edge as you curl your toes every time the tip of his cock grazes against your cervix. The prominent vein on the side of his cock rubbed against your walls with every thrust, fishing muffled moans out of you.

“Touch your clit for me, baby.” You’re so pathetic like this, being fucked in the backseat of a guy you just knew a few hours ago. But you knew what would happen the second you agreed to a ride back home from him. Not that you regretted it, being dicked down by Leon has been nothing but heaven for you. Obeying to his order, your hand travelled down between your thighs, putting your index finger on your swollen clit before easing it in a circular motion. “Good girl.” He growled, picking up the pace of his thrusts before he stopped in his tracks. Sweat hanging at the tip of his hair as he looked down to the ground, the pleasure was too much for him.

He can just cum any second now if he moves. Taking notice of his sudden pause, you grind your cunt into his dick, pushing him back into the warmth of your pussy as his eyes shoot wide. “F-Fuck, baby, you can’t…” He stuttered, the feeling of your tight cunt pulsing around his cock and the way your ass bouncing on him was too much for him to handled. Gritting his teeth, Leon pushed your head back down onto the leather seat, his other hand keeping a firm grip around your hips as he started to snap his hips at a rougher pace.

“Fucking slut, can’t even give daddy a rest.” He cursed under his breath, his cock ramming into your pussy deeper as if he were moulding the shape of his dick into your sweet cunt. Every last of self-control left his body the second you started bouncing on his cock. Leon couldn’t care less at the fact that you had already cummed on his cock once or how he rendered you into nothing but a crying mess— all he cared about is the high he was chasing.

Leon needed that sweet release. He needed to cum deep inside of your pussy despite having no rubber on. “I'm going to cum inside, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck….” You probably can’t hear it but Leon finds it adorable how you’re nodding your head to whatever he said. Throwing his head in pure bliss, Leon finally comes undone inside of you, shooting sticky webs of his seed deep into your cunt before he stays inside of you for a couple of minutes as he catches his breath. His cum overflows out from your pussy the seconds he pulls out, dripping down between your thighs and dirtying his leather seat with his cum and your juices.

“You're so pretty like this, [Y/N].” He groaned, putting his pants back up. Leon fished out his cell phone from his pocket, pressing the camera icon as he started recording.

“You’re recording…?” You asked, instinctively hiding your face from the camera as he laughed. “Yeah, I wouldn't want to forget a moment like this.” Leon calmly said, his fingers running between the lips as he scooped up his cum and started writing his initials on your lower back. He dragged the white, translucent liquid as he formed the L. S. K. alphabets on your skin.

“Perfect.”

Sebastian has been a close friend of you for a while. Even though you had a rocky start with him, but he gradually warms up lately and even often leaving his room after finishing his works to see you or having a small adventure at the mine — sometimes giving you presents like obsidian and amethyst.

But hearing Emily's comment, a memory flashed in your head when he tried to take you out for a ride — which you rejected because you're quite afraid to leave your house at late night. Sebastian was quite disappointed but it's a good thing that he's thoughtful about your condition.

"Now that you mentioned that, didn't Sebastian used to carry you all the way from mine after he found out you fainted at dawn?" Haley points her fork at you, raising an eyebrow to demand your answer before you shrug off your shoulders.

The lunch ended pretty much after the talk about Sebastian before you let out a sigh and looking at the pink coloured petals falling from the tree, smiling lightly when some of them fall on to your palm. "The weather is great today, hmm?" A voice comments before you turn your head and let out a giggle, agreeing with it.

"I thought you're supposed to be in your room, Sebastian," you reply, smiling at his little pout.

"The last project worths more than six months of my usual, so I'm taking a break," he replies, rubbing his nape. "How about you though?" He asked as you tell him how you're taking a small break, too.

Remembering your tool at Clint's place, you turn your heel before Sebastian grabs your wrist, "What's wrong? I thought you're free right now," he furrows his eyebrows at you — feeling both ticked off and disappointed.

"I am! I'm just gonna take my watering can before getting back at my place," You reply and pull your hand away, "Can I join you? I mean, I have nothing to do, anyway," he looks at you expectantly when you say yes and walk with him to take the can.

"Hello, what can I— Oh, it's you and.. Sebastian?" Clint gives your back your can while eyeing Sebastian in a certain way — never had a thought or imagine he'd be standing at his place at least once.

"Thanks!" You chirp, taking it in delight before leaving with Sebastian — as Clint stands behind his counter with dumbfounded expression.

Skipping through the path happily, you can't help but feel happy at Clint's work and don't realise you almost slip into the ground if it's not for Sebastian, pulling you into his arms. "Careful, pretty girl, can't see this face scarred," he purrs, running the back of his finger against your cheek.

"Don't talk like that! What if someone heard you!"

As you can see, you have a relationship with Sebastian that needs to keep hidden away from the public because it can cause a fuss (even though you know Haley, Emily, Robin and Maru will be more than happy to know about it).

"But, we're alone, right?" He chuckles as you silently agree. Both of you are currently at the abandoned bus stop on the way to your place as he wraps his arm around your waist, "So, there's nothing to worry," he adds, pressing a soft kiss on your nape — making your cheeks warm.

"Whatever, just don't do it here," you reply, pushing him away before entering your house and place down the can at a table while Sebastian looks around. "It's bigger than before. Guess you're very rich now, huh?" He comments, looking at the small flower vase on the table.

"Thanks to your mom that I have the second floor and cellar now," you reply before entering your room to change the clothes, looking at a black hoodie Sebastian left once in the drawer before taking it out to give back.

"Keep it," he says when he notices your hand, holding his hoodie, "It's a gift for you," he pushes the hoodie back into the drawer before taking a look at your current outfit.

Unlike your previous sailor outfit, you're wearing something more revealing — a strapped crop top and miniskirt that stops mid thighs. "What?" You asked, looking at his reflection on the mirror as you tie your hair up.

"You look great, that's it," he smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist, feeling the peeking bare skin below your stomach against his palm. "Nothing else," he nuzzles against your neck.

"Uh-huh," you smile before walking to the bed, patting the empty space beside you — asking him to sit down. "Only if you sit here," you shift away from your original position almost instantly — following his order then resting your head against his chest.

Leaning against your headboard, Sebastian wraps his arms around you tightly — pressing kisses over your bare skin, leaving trail of his marks from your neck down to the chest. Sliding his hand down to give your hip a squeeze — he lets out soft chuckle when you let out a soft yelp, slapping his chest jokingly.

"Gosh, I missed you," he whispers, pushing your top over your head and watch your breasts spill from the bra — fondling them in his hands gently while nibbling on your skin, watching your hazed eyes looking away from his touch.

"I— I'm not in the mood," you murmur, pushing his hands away, "Sorry, I'm not feeling like doing it, Seb."

Retracting his hands away, he shakes his head — telling you it's his fault for not noticing your discomfort when he touches you. "We can do something else, you know?" He tries to persuade you — to let you stay by his side at least for another minute.

Alas, you shake your head and point the door with your thumb — feeling want to be left alone for some time and ask him to spend time with Abigail and Sam more — as they're his friends before you come to the town.

"I— you know that, you and Sam are the only friends I have here, right?" He whispers desperately, holding onto your arm.

"What was that, Seb?" You ask, didn't catch him from the first time as Sebastian shakes his head gently. "It's nothing. Take care, okay? I'll ask my mom to bring you pumpkin soup tomorrow morning if you still feeling sick," he replies before walking out from the house — feeling frustrated because his long awaited holiday will be spent for literally nothing but arcade, cigarette, night ride and pool.

It has been two weeks and Robin's worried about Sebastian's condition due to your absence. "It's been weeks, right? Is she okay?" Maru asks as Robin tells her about your condition the last time she visited your house to bring some pumpkin soup.

Sam, being a sweetheart he is, decides to pay a visit to your house while carefully stepping into your room — not wanting to wake you up at seven in the morning during weekends.

"Hey, doll, you alright?" Sam brushes your hairs away from your face, looking at your droopy eyes — still sleepy. "I brought you pizza," he says, helping you to sit down on the bed and placing the box on your lap.

"So, wanna talk about it?" Sam asks, taking a bite from his slice while looking at you expectantly — demanding an answer for the recent event between you and Sebastian. "Abigail been hooking up with him, right?" You asked, taking a small gulp from a soda he got from his workplace.

"An old news— but, yes," he replies, crashing down his soda can before helping you out to clean up the mess. From the messy pile of dirty clothes at the corner of the room to the dished from this morning — Sam helps you out without any single question, flashing a smile whenever you tell him that he doesn't have to do it.

"It's a good thing we set the sprinklers on time," you sigh, laying down on the bed with Sam — who nods tiredly, feeling his fingers went numb due to the difficulty to set up the small and delicate parts of the sprinkler, not wanting to break any. "Being a farmer is hard, huh? What do you do during free time anyway? I'm curious."

Sam sits down in the bed with crossed legs, waiting for your answer obediently as you chuckle out in your head, imagining how he has puppy ears and wagging tail behind him with doe like eyes — begging for another treat to enjoy. "Anything that I can get on my hands," you smile lightly, hinting at him by resting my head against his shoulder.

"Well, it's been a while, huh?" He smiles gently, caressing your cheek with the back of his hand before pinching your chin to plant a peck on your lips.

Before you know Sebastian personally, Sam used to be your fling especially during summer and you can bet how good he is — both as a friend and fling. Because he wants you to know others, he decided to introduce you to Abigail and Sebastian first because they're his close friends.

Pulling you to sit down between his thighs, Sam rests his hands on your thighs and massage the inner part gently — teasing you by entering a digit inside, watching you getting shuddered from his action alone.

"Just— focus on me, okay?" He gives you a reassuring smile, resting his hand against your cheek before you gives him a curt nod and tangle your hand into his hairs — giving him permission to do whatever he wants to do to you.

It's been months and Sebastian hasn't received any reply from you in the instant message. "What's up with her?" He bites his nail nervously, clicking on the refresh page button for few times before giving up and turns off his computer after his mother told him that Sam and Abigail will come downstairs to meet him.

Instead of two people, he only see Abigail — which raises a question in his head because Sam won't miss any chance to spend some time with Abigail and him. "Where's Sam?" He asks Abigail, who shrugs her shoulders off, "He said he'll be a bit late."

After half an hour, Sam shows up with you few steps behind — making Sebastian's heart beat faster than usual as his face getting heated up. "Hey, sorry for the late appearance and unexpected plus one," Sam rubs his nape with wry chuckles — feeling relief when Sebastian lets him go.

"The merrier, the better," Abigail claps her hands with bright smile before giving you a space to sit down beside her on sofa. "Thanks," you murmurs under the breath, fixing up your skirt to sit comfortably.

"It's a rare thing for you to wear other than overalls and turtleneck," Abigail comments, noticing your outfit — a high neck ruffled blouse, skirt with suspender and mary jane with thigh high socks. "Here, your hair will look good if you style it this way," she lets down your hair before styling it to a half updo.

"You look cute like that!" Sam pinches your nose gently — cooing at your fired up cheeks. "Shut up," you exclaim, lips jutting out at his comment before letting out a small smile at his small gesture of adoration.

"It's rare for you to dress up. Dating someone?" Sebastian asks — hiding out his shaky hands under his desk due to his dismay to find you in love with someone else that's not him.

Turning your head away, Sebastian can assure that the answer is ...

"No!" You exclaim out, fidgeting on your seat, "I mean, there's someone who I've been falling in love with but I'm not brave enough to ask him out," you slump into the sofa — leaving the noirette big waves of relief.

"You must have been joking around with me," Sebastian mutters to Sam, who sits down on his bed — replying to him with a small head shake. "Sam, seriously? You fall in love with her?" Sebastian asks — trying to cross-check his friend's answer.

"Yes, I think I'm in love with her," Sam mutters, a hint of doubt still lingering around.

Sebastian's mind is a hot mess right now — his friend is in love with his crush and it weighs his heart more than ever.

"I mean, not to ruin your day — but, did she give you any sign to keep going? I don't want you to feel led on," he asks carefully, trying not to sound like a jerk he is towards his love rival.

"Remember when she dressed up yesterday? We went to buy some ice cream before coming to your place then had a date at the saloon," Sam smiles lightly, remembering the day he spent with you — but Sebastian doesn't like it, especially if it's with his friend.

"Date?" Sebastian furrows his eyebrows at him — not feeling sure how this date of his and you were. "Well, we had dinner together, playing arcade and then I walked her home!" Sam grins radiantly much to Sebastian's dismay.

"Doesn't it just like what you do with Abby and me usually?" Sebastian scoffs, crossing his arms over the chest as Sam shakes his head. "It's different because I can know more about her — to spend some quiet, intimate moment with my loved one," he puffs out his chest, feeling proud to be able to differentiate those two events.

As for Sebastian, he's livid — because his crush had a date with his close friend, something he wished to happen to him. Yet, he doesn't have any heart to ruin his friend's happiness — especially knowing how this is his first time to feel genuinely enjoyed something at this town.

"Good for you then," he shrugs his shoulders off before telling Sam that he wants to finish some modules because his clients want them to finish before this weekend. "I see, good luck then!" Sam grins, giving him a squeeze on shoulder, "I'll go to her place then since Abby is busy, too," he adds before Sebastian grabs his wrist.

"Huh? What's wrong, Seb?" Sam cocks his head to side, noticing Seb's grasp on his wrist. "Uh, you gonna go to the farm?" He asks out, trying not to stutter before Sam answers it with a nod.

"I'm in,"

"And that's the last one!" You grin at both of men in front of you, holding a peace sign with a grin plastered over your face. "Here, lemme help you," Sam takes out a handkerchief and wipes away dirt from your face — making sure there's no stain left.

Sebastian, who sits at the porch with his lemonade, can't help but feel jealous towards Sam. Aside from the fact he knew you first and spends more time with you than Sebastian, he kinds wish he can show more affection to you too in public and vice versa instead of hiding behind the walls and spending the night — only to find you already leave for your farm or he finishing his modules.

"Hey, dark wizard, you good?" You place your hands against the hips, cocking your head to the side while trying to take a good look at his face. "You've been quiet since you came. If Sam forces you to be here, it's alright with you to leave," you offers with a gentle smile before taking off your gloves and boots — washing off the remaining soil before put on your house sandals.

"I— actually, do you mind if I crash around? I need to finish some works and the house's been kinda.. noisy," he rubs his nape, shifting his gaze lower from your hair before it naturally stops at your chest — almost spilling out from your low cut tank top, almost translucent due to your sweat and water.

"I don't mind it. Though, tell your mom about it first, so she won't be worried," you reply, throwing a small towel over the shoulder before walking to the door. "Well, it's kinda late now. So, I'll just leave before my mom nagged me," Sam grins, giving Seb a small fist and hug you loosely — walking away from your sight.

When it was only both of you and Sebastian at the porch, casually hanging out to play some board games while eating fresh peaches and apricots you harvested before — Sebastian thought it'll stay as how he thought it was — boring and uneventful.

But after watching Sam stepping away from the last stone path at your place — he feels a certain feeling of proud and victory, being the last man to stay at your place tonight instead of him. "You in?" Sebastian blinks his eyes back to the reality because of your question — following you inside the cottage.

"How's your date yesterday?" He asks out of nowhere, stabbing the hash browns and Salisbury steak you made for dinner. "Date? What date? I was busy fighting off giant larvae at mines," you reply, feeling confused about this 'date' he talks about.

"Sam told me you both had a date before and after leaving my place," he looks at you with uneasiness — hoping it was just an exaggeration. "Oh, that. Why?" He shakes his head, taking a salt shaker for his steak, "How's it? Hope he didn't do anything stupid," he mutters under his breath.

"I mean, I don't think Penny will see it stupid," he raises his head, feeling confused about how Penny got dragged into this conversation. "Jodi couldn't come and Shane left after half an hour. So, I decided to join in this family day as Jas' 'mother', much to Vincent's distaste," you quote air it with your fingers, chuckling lightly at the memory.

"I thought you had ice cream and dinner with him," he looks down to the corner of the table, poking lightly at the chipping wood. "I did! I mean, not only with him — but, still with him," you reply out, trying not to freak out about this whole interrogation when you find it clicked.

"Seb,"

"Yeah, doll?"

"Are you by any chance.. jealous of Sam?"

Cling!

Sebastian drops his utensils at your suspicion before crouching down to take it back and place it on the table — cleaning them up with napkin to ignore your question. Because of his racing heart, he's scared he'll say something stupid once he opens up his mouth to answer you.

"Yes," a small affirmation escapes from his lips as he smacks his hand over the mouth — hoping it came out smaller than he thought, feeling embarrassed for feeling one despite his relationship with you that's a mere no string attached.

"I see," you mutter down before standing up to grab his empty plate to wash with yours. Drying up your hands, you turn your head to see Seb, with head hanging out again your sofa's arm.

Clicking your tongue at his behaviour (which had become one of your pet peeves), you walk to his direction and crouch down to see his eyes. "What?" Seb raises an eyebrow, resting his hand over your head, "don't you have works to do?" You tilt your head to side slightly, waiting for his answer.

"I'm a bit lazy right now," he replies before pulling you to his chest, "let's snuggle instead," he rests his chin against your shoulder — snaking his hands underneath your top, feeling your soft bare skin against his calloused fingers (which was caused by his increasing riding out habit).

"Do you really want to snuggle?" You place your hands over his chest, looking at him with a cheeky smile. "Nah, I don't," he gives you a half-smile before pressing you against his hips, kneading your breast gently before peppering some light marks over then.

Pushing his trousers down, you give him a few slow pumps — enjoying his soft grunts and lowered moans from his lips before getting down to him, tangling your fingers with his. "You feel so good," he pants, placing his hand over your nape to press your forehead against his — looking into your eyes deeply.

"I love you, forever and always. I will always love you, now and then," he smiles gently before widening his eyes at the sight of your tears. "No— What's wrong? I'm sorry," he cups both your cheeks, coaxing you with sweet praises and apologies while you shaking your head at his words.

"I love you, too, Seb," you reply, making a small blush blossoming onto his cheeks with a smile plastered over his lips. "It's good to hear that the feeling's mutual," he whispers lightly then bottom out under you, thrusting inside you slower than before.

"Are you close, doll?" You nod your head furiously before he plants one last kiss on your lips, spurting a thick, white rope of a mess inside you. Feeling it dripping down to his thighs, Seb fixes up his posture — taking couple of tissues to clean you up then standing up.

"I'll run a bath for you before taking a drag outside," he kisses your forehead sweetly, giving you a lingering gaze after parted away and enter the bathroom — while you laying down on the sofa, thinking about how he could have fallen in love with someone like you.

Of course it's amazing to have your crush liking you back and you can say this is one of the best moments in your life as you take out your phone to send a small 'thanks for your effort' to Sam and place it down when Seb has come out from the bathroom.

"You don't take one?" Seb shakes his head, "Already when filling up your tub," he replies, gives your head a small pat before walking out to the porch with a bottle of Red Label and a box of Camel, his favourite — watching the thick white smoke disappearing with the night breeze.

"Can I get some?" Your head peaking out from behind the oak door, water dripping down from your hair to the floor. "C'mere," Seb places his towel over your head, dying up your hairs gently as he takes a swift whiff of your scent — something sweet and floral, a bit earthy, though.

"Here, open your mouth," Seb places the lip of the bottle against yours, watching you take few gulps obediently. "Gah! It's strong!" you pout, resting your chin on his arm — earning a small chuckle from him. "Well, can't say it's not," he replies, lighting up another cig for himself — blowing it into your face.

He didn’t get to apologize.

It’s the most selfish thought that he could have thought, after Kate’s death, because it really had nothing to do with Kate, it had everything to do with himself. But he never got to apologize to Kate about his behavior, explain the reason he acted the way he did, and that mattered to him. She died thinking he was nothing more than a sophomoric pig, and that sat low in his gut, like a ball of guilt, eating him up inside. She was right, as far as she knew. His persona was a sophomoric, chauvinistic pig, and she would never know him as a different man, a different person.

He’d never gotten to show her another side of himself, the real Tony DiNozzo. He regretted that, as they laid her body in the ground. He regretted never telling her that there was more to him than that, that he was more than just his perverted jokes and objectifying women. He wanted to tell her that he’d never actually taken home any of the women that he professed to be interested in, that they’d never had anything to fear from him, that she never had anything to fear from him. He knew that was what it came down to. Kate never felt safe with him because of his jokes, his behavior, and she was right to feel that way, looking back at it. It made him hate himself more, knowing that his coworker, his teammate, his partner, was right to feel unsafe in his presence, but the truth was- she was.

The guilt of it ate at him, drove him to the bottle one too many nights after her death, trying to drown out the memories, all the times he'd known he was pushing too far and his response had been to push farther and harder until the only thing stopping Kate from filing a sexual harassment claim was Gibbs' wrath. It should never have gotten to that level. Why had he let it get to that level? Was he that afraid of revealing the truth about himself, the real Tony DiNozzo, that he'd let himself sink so low? Obviously he was. If he’d done it to Kate, the answer was an obvious and resounding yes.  

He lifted his bottle of Jack to his lips again, drinking straight out of it, not bothering with a glass. He hadn't bothered with a glass in days, not since they’d put Kate in the ground. There was no point. This was a good old-fashioned pity party and he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. He hated the man he’d become, the man he’d been since the very first time he’d realized he liked boys instead of girls and that it was NOT OKAY for him to do so.

Why couldn’t he have just told Kate the truth? Kate was cool. She would have understood. She would have helped him keep his secret hidden away from the rest of the world. Kate, above anyone else on the team, wouldn’t have judged him if he’d said he was gay. Look at the way she treated McGee. She was always so judgment free with him, unless she was teasing him, and even then, she never teased him over things he couldn’t control. It was always over silly things. Kate wouldn’t have teased Tony about this, he knew it. She would have kept his secret. Kate was awesome like that.

But instead of telling her, instead of being a decent human being, a good partner, instead of being a nice guy- he'd been an insensitive prick. And he was going to continue being an insensitive prick. He knew it. He could feel it in his bones. He wasn’t going to change, not much at least, not more than could be explained by a bit of grief. But cops were meant to be good at compartmentalizing, and no one could compartmentalize as good as Anthony DiNozzo. The fact that he’d just lost his partner shouldn’t affect his personality more than a little bit. It would be too suspicious.

He was going to have to go back to work and flirt and be disgusting. He was going to have to do it, and he was going to hate every second of it. He could already tell. The feeling roiled in his gut, like the whiskey he’d consumed on an empty stomach, sloshing back and forth like a ship on a stormy sea. If he wasn’t careful, he wouldn’t be able to tell if it was the guilt or the alcohol that made him sick.

He was too afraid of being found out. He knew what happened to gay cops, the ones who dared to be openly gay. An openly gay Navy cop, in a world with DADT? He couldn’t even imagine what would happen to him. No- actually- he could. It was why he’d chosen this path in the first place, why he’d decided to be such a shitty person, to become everything that he hated about his father in order to hide the truth about himself. He had thought, at the time, that it was the only way to protect himself. He hadn’t been this bad in Peoria, in Philly, in Baltimore. No. He hadn’t gotten this bad until he joined NCIS, until it became a matter of (sometimes literal) life or death for him to cover up who he was. They’d investigated too many homicides of sailors who’d been murdered because their shipmates found out the truth about their sexuality. If they knew the cop investigating was also gay... it wouldn’t be pretty. He’d made his choice, and he’d thought that he’d been justified in making it. But, like all things he did, he took it too far.

Kate had warned him. Several times a day, even. She’d told him to ease up, to back off, to stop being so childish and disgusting. And he hadn’t listened. He’d kept going, all for the sake of his reputation. Why had he done that? Why couldn’t he have just flirted naturally, like a normal human being? What he’d done had been completely unnecessary in every way and he’d known it. But he’d still done it, still made the conscious decision to go out there and make people uncomfortable, make Kate uncomfortable with his behavior. It was inexcusable. She’d probably gone to her death hating his guts, even as she’d laughed at him as that shot from Ari killed her.  

She was right. He should have listened to her. He should have listened when she said to back off, to stop being so gross. He should have read the room, taken his cues from Kate. It was a wonder she never suspected he was hiding something. She was a profiler, after all. Wasn’t it her job to profile people? She should have known that he was hiding something. Maybe she had, and she was just too polite to say anything. Maybe she hadn’t, because he was too convincing. Maybe he really had become that frat boy he believed he wasn’t. Look at him now, drinking away his sorrows, just like a frat boy would do. The only difference was that he wasn’t sleeping with everything that had long legs and a 38DD measurement. He never had, in reality, though he’d implied it enough times to Kate that he might as well have. God, he was a pig. No wonder she’d hated him.

He stared down at the picture he’d set on the coffee table before he’d started drinking, the one of him, and Kate, Abby, McGee, Ducky, and Gibb. “I’m sorry Kate. I’m so sorry. For everything. For who I was. For who I still am. Someday. Someday I’ll make you proud. But not today, Kate. Not today.”