Queen 🐝

He missed you; there was no denying that fact. He would have to try to refrain from touching you if you did give him the time of day to talk. But what could he say? He'd felt hopeless and lashed out. That wasn't your fault, and you were the least deserving of his cruelty. After everything you'd done for him and his mother, Jonah knew he should be on his knees before you. Perhaps he would tonight if given the chance. He'd do anything to have you back- even if you were guarded, and even if you only gave him a small part.

Groaning and throwing his elbow over his eyes, Jonah cursed himself for the thousandth time. He didn't know what he'd do tonight, but he had to do something. This was his chance.

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Your fingers strummed nervously on your steering wheel as you drove up to the arena. You had to put your game face on. Sure, things had been tough, but you could handle anything that happened tonight. Right? Right.

You didn't allow yourself to take stock of the cars in the parking lot tonight. You simply grabbed your medical bag and headed inside. Feeling the wave of cool air as you entered the front doors, you smiled at Ariel. She practically bounced out of her seat, rounding her desk, and running to you for a hug.

"Hey (Y/N). Are you okay? I don't know exactly what happened, I only heard that some things went down," she rubbed your back.

You nodded with your chin over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'll make it."

Even as you said the words, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. You don't know why people who genuinely cared for you asking you if you were okay made you so emotional.

Finally releasing you from her embrace, Ariel still held you at arm's length to examine your face.

"You haven't been eating or sleeping well. I can tell. I have some melatonin supplements in my bag if you need them," she smoothed out your hair beside your face.

"That's okay. Thank you though," you smiled.

Ariel nodded, giving you one last once over.

"You're a beautiful badass, (Y/N). Don't let anyone tell you any different," she smiled with her pearly white teeth.

With a renewed sense of confidence that you could make it through the night, you headed to your seat. Setting your bag down on the table, you sat, straightening out your uniform. You looked up as you heard footsteps approaching.

"Good evening, (Y/N). How are you doing?

Sebastian smiled at you.

"I'm alright. How about yourself?"

"I'm okay. Thank you for showing up tonight and not bailing on me," he steepled his hands in front of him in praise.

You giggled at the sight.

"You're welcome. It's no problem," you assured.

"Keep your game face on, yeah?"

You smiled at his words, as you had been telling yourself the same thing only minutes earlier.

"You bet."

Watching Sebastian's back as he left, you began a breathing exercise. Patrons started slowly pouring into the stadium, and the music came over the speakers.

"Good evening everyone," the announcer's voice came on as he circled the ring.

You tuned out the rest of his speech and continued to steady your breath. You knew you'd see Jonah soon, and you wanted to be mentally prepared. Tapping your fingers on the table, you were happy to see the first fighters come out. At least the fights gave you something to focus on.

The fight started, and you learned forward, watching every blow. The smell of the mixture of sweat and blood soon filled the air. You could never escape that smell. Bouncing your knee, you made it through the first fight, and waited for the second one to start. This fight passed by in the same fashion, and you felt as if you were about to bounce out of your chair at the rate your knee was going. Settling your hands on it to quell your anxiety, you moved your eyes to look around the stadium the second you saw a fragment of black curls.

Jonah made his way into the cage, and his eyes landed on you immediately. His breath hitched in his throat. He was grateful to see you again, although you wouldn't look at him. He couldn't blame you. Walking around to his corner, Jonah tried to get himself in the right headspace for the fight, but he knew he'd be distracted.

You looked up as his opponent entered the cage, and Jonah felt a twinge of jealousy that another man caught your gaze. The bell rang, and Jonah finally looked at his fellow fighter. The guy rained continuous blows on Jonah, coming out full force. Jonah blocked every one, letting him expend his initial burst of adrenaline. After he tired himself, Jonah set to work dealing carefully calculated blows. One after the other. Within minutes, the man was standing on his last leg. Jonah wrestled the guy to the ground, forcing him to tap out. Releasing his hold, Jonah stood up. He noticed sweat and blood smeared across his chest when he looked down.

Jonah's gaze fixed on you again, and he caught your eyes for the first time that night. Hoping and praying that you wouldn't look away, Jonah approached the side of the cage where you sat. Hooking his arms over the mesh, he leaned his face forward.

"Please meet me in the alley. Please," he shouted above the cheering fans and chaotic crowd.

You didn't answer him, and Jonah was pulled away to be announced as the winner of the fight. You stared after him, and Jonah kept his head turned to you until his coach grabbed his chin to force his gaze ahead. The referee held up his gloved hand, and Jonah gulped in oxygen as the crowd erupted again. There was a ringing in his ears, and everything sounded distant. His shortness of breath wasn't from the physical exertion of the fight, but rather the uncertainty of whether or not you'd actually meet with him. Jonah's corner crew threw a towel over his shoulders, and ushered him back to the locker rooms.

"Oi, what's gotten into you boy? You should be happy. That was a phenomenal win."

His coach clapped him on the back. Jonah simply nodded. Feeling the hot spray of the shower, Jonah scrubbed all of the grime and blood off as swiftly as possible. He had to get dressed and see if you'd actually meet him in the side alley of the gym. Pulling on his clothes at lightning speed, Jonah stumbled with one shoe in his hand, and grabbed his gym bag to push past the swinging door.

The door to the alley burst open, and Jonah stepped out, looking from side to side. He didn't see you. His heart sank. What if you didn't come? You didn't owe him anything. Deciding to post himself on the wall in hopes that you'd eventually show, Jonah sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against it. His thoughts and emotions swirled in his mind. After a handful of minutes, Jonah heard the door swing open again.

Peeling his eyes open, Jonah watched as the lighting from inside painted you in an ethereal glow before the door swung shut. You looked down at the opposite end of the alley, and turned your head to meet Jonah's eyes. Feeling his heart hammering in his chest, Jonah let his gym bag slide off his shoulder. Your eyes followed his movements carefully, and you watched him approach you.

"You came," Jonah uttered in disbelief.

"I'm so happy you came," Jonah's hands rose to cup your cheeks slowly, cautiously.

He felt the sting of tears in his eyes. Would you actually let him touch you? He should be so lucky. You didn't move from him though. Your (e/c) eyes simply bore into his blue ones. Your lips parted as Jonah's skin made contact with yours. You watched his pupils dilate in response. Jonah slowly moved you back, pressing you to the wall. You let your medic bag slide off your shoulder as he did.

"I want to kiss you, (Y/N)," Jonah voiced his thoughts, looking down at your lips.

"I want that, too. But we need to talk first," you reasoned.

You almost regretted not letting yourself get wrapped up in the moment. Jonah's eyes blinked several times, as if he was trying to pull himself out of a trance.

"Right," he shook his head, placing his hands on the wall on either side of your head.

Jonah swallowed down the lump in his throat. He knew he needed to sincerely apologize.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). For everything. I got scared, and I lashed out. It was completely unfair to you, and I know you deserve better than that," he started, examining your expression.

"I know you were scared," you breathed, your voice trembling slightly.

"I just don't want to commit to another relationship where everything's always my fault. I can't do it again. I won't," you shook your head.

Jonah gently grabbed your upper arms then, ducking his head to meet your eyes when you cast them down.

"Hey, it's not. I'm so sorry. I'll get on my knees before you if I have to," he spoke with baited breath.

The corner of your lips lifted slightly.

"That's not a bad idea," you shrugged.

To your surprise, Jonah dropped down before you, looking up at you from his knees.

"I want you back, (Y/N). I need you back," he pleaded.

Your eyes welled with tears.

"It's just that...," you felt all of your emotions barreling forward.

You took a shuddering breath.

"Look, you said you couldn't commit, I said that was fine. You called me a friend after you fucked me in my car, I said that was fine. You told me that you had to walk away, I said that was fine. But this, this is not fine," you felt the tears spilling over.

"My life, my work, is chaotic enough. My partner needs to be my safe haven, not my turmoil."

You took another deep breath, lifting your head, and looking at the moon.

"I've played this game before. Frankly, I don't have the time for it anymore. If you're not one hundred percent invested, let me know now," you finished your speech.

Jonah rose to stand back up, lifting his hands to cup your cheeks again. Swiping your tears away with his thumbs, Jonah watched you with your eyes to the sky for a moment. Settling his forehead against yours, Jonah closed his eyes, and sucked in a deep breath.

"I'm all in, (Y/N). I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you, if you'll let me," he opened his eyes to connect with yours again.

M - Murders (Miracle Musical)

Y - Y.M.C.A

L - Like Lovers Do (Hey Violet)

O - Oleander (Mother Mother)

N - No Children (The Mountain Goats)

E - Evelyn, Evelyn (Evelyn, Evelyn)

L - laundry day (cavetown)

Y - Yeah, Yeah, Yeah (Jack Conte)

A - A Crow’s Trial (Vane Lily)

N - Nobody (The Crane Wives)

G - Grocery Store (cavetown)

E - End of the Earth (MARINA)

The alarm on your bedside table blared restlessly as you attempted to pry your eyes open, rolling over to stretch your arm and aimlessly fumble for it until you felt it beneath your palm and slammed your hand down on top, silencing it. With a huff you managed to haul yourself out of bed to get ready for work, making sure you had everything you needed in your bag and slipping your shoes on when you heard a knock at the door, which you hurried to open when you got your other shoe on. It was your landlord and next-door neighbour Max whom you'd grown rather close with over the past few months of living in the building. He'd been a good friend to you when you needed him most and you'd spent plenty of nights since you moved in getting takeout and watching movies together or even him cooking for you, which he often insisted on doing when you'd had a particularly stressful work week. His eyes lit up a little when the door opened to reveal you, a small smile on his lips before he started to speak.

"Hey, I know it's early but I was thinking about that leak in the kitchen you told me about and was wondering if I can take a look at it for you, and fix it up if I can?"

Max was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with some slightly baggy charcoal grey work jeans, which you could tell from the way they were splattered with various shades of paint. He'd been wearing them when you first came to view the apartment, the moment when the man practically changed your life by offering you the place.

"Sure, but I've gotta go to work. Last minute shift change." You sighed as you stepped away from the door to grab your bag from the small glass table in your hallway, which prompted Max to enter the apartment.

"Well I can fix it up while you're at work and lock up when I'm done, I've got a key." He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched you make a last minute check of the items in your bag.

"Really? That would be great, thank you."

As you made way for the door you stopped to lean in and plant a quick peck on Max's cheek, the stubble of his salt and pepper beard slightly scratching against your lips when you did. His eyes were closed when you pulled back until they fluttered open to look back into yours, a smile creeping onto his lips again as you continued towards the door.

"I'll see you later, Max." You said as you grasped the door handle.

"Have a good day at work." He simply replied with a polite nod of his head, watching as you closed the door and listening to your footsteps get further and further down the hall.

He was just thankful that the way his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans concealed the way they started to shake when he felt your lips against his skin.

Since you came in last minute on what was technically supposed to be your day off you managed to convince your boss to let you leave early when things got quiet, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you rode the elevator up to the floor of your apartment and headed down the hall once the doors opened. You tested the handle of your door to see whether it was locked only to find that it wasn't, the door swaying open meaning Max must have not locked up since he hadn't finished up in the kitchen yet, not that it bothered you that he was still inside. You stepped in and quietly closed the door, kicking your shoes off and starting to make your way to the kitchen when you heard it, stopping in your tracks the moment the sound reached your ears. Groaning. You followed the sound down the hall and into your bedroom, but when you peered into your bedroom there was nothing there until you turned and stole a glance through the doorway of your en suite bathroom and finally identified the source of the sound. Max was lying down in the bathtub, his head resting back on the porcelain rim and his hand buried beneath his jeans. Low, raspy groans fell from his throat whilst his hips bucked up slightly with every stroke of his hand, his chest rising and falling as his breaths started to get heavier and faster. It was hard to believe what you were seeing, but you couldn't possibly bring yourself to look away. The way his eyes were screwed shut and a stray strand of hair curled against his forehead, the way his lips parted to let out the soft grunts that were progressively turning into more desperate, drawn-out pleas, the way the veins decorating his hands bulged as he shamelessly tried to bring himself to his release in your bathtub. You couldn't get enough of it. Sure you had treated one another as friends these past few months, but you could never shake the suspicion that Max harboured feelings towards you that made him wish you were a little more than just friends. You'd held off on the idea of developing feelings for him in the worry that if things didn't work out between you two you'd be stuck living in the same building and having an ex as your landlord. It wasn't practical, but with the way the man was touching himself before your very eyes you weren't sure you could keep up with doing the right thing, the smart thing.

"Max?"

Your voice made his eyes shoot open before he sat up, cursing under his breath and awkwardly trying to tuck himself back into his pants, his eyes darting between you and his hands fumbling with the open fly of his jeans.

"Hey you're, you're back earlier than I thought you'd be." He stated breathlessly with a nervous smile, but there was no way for him to cover up what he was doing.

"Clearly." You teased as you started towards the tub causing him to glance up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and surprise.

Wordlessly you leaned down and started to palm the clothed bulge straining against his jeans, his hips jolting up at the contact and his hand gently closing around the wrist of the hand you were using to touch him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, seemingly more taken aback by how forward you were being rather than opposed to the idea.

You only hushed him and slid your hand over his groin until you reached the fly of his jeans, carefully undoing the sloppily half-up zipper and delving your fingers beneath the denim and the waistband of his boxers until you felt your fingertips graze over his shaft. His skin was hot to the touch and he hissed through his teeth as you gave it a small squeeze, the reaction making you bite your lip at how sensitive he seemed to be. Wanting more of him you started to tug down his jeans and boxers prompting Max to lift his hips to help you slide it down easier, his cock springing free once he did, and what a treat that was. Max was big with just the right amount of thickness, his tip swollen and glistening with pre-cum practically aching to be touched aside from his already desperate, strained anticipatory breaths. You lightly ran your thumb over the tip to gather the stickiness, a contented moan escaping his lips as you circled it before lifting your thumb to your mouth and sucking it clean with a pleased hum. Then you leaned back over the tub once again, bracing your hand on the edge of the bath whilst you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock and started to stroke, his mouth falling open at the sensation as a bunch of throaty moans followed. Still working him with your hand you turned your head to the side to press your lips against his, his lips moving back against yours instantly and his tongue lightly sweeping over yours. After a moment you broke the fervent kiss, parting your lips just enough that they were still barely grazing against his.

"You're so noisy." You playfully remarked with a small giggle, your comment making his brows bounce up.

"Do you want me to be quieter? I can be quieter." He pleaded against your lips clearly flustered, which only made you shake your head and smile.

"I never said it was a bad thing. Besides, what's the worst that could happen, someone puts in a noise complaint?" You whispered against his lips, brushing your lips over his teasingly.

You brought your mouth against his again, his hand reaching up to comb his fingers through your hair and deepen the kiss. You continued to enjoy his mouth some more, even pulling back slightly to lightly nip at his bottom lip before kissing over it and then leaning back up again, unwrapping your hand from his shaft.

"Sit up." You ordered, to which he complied and leaned up until he was sitting in the bath.

You swung your leg over and climbed in, lowering down into the space at the bottom of the tub and laying down on your stomach, your head hovering over his lap.

"I wanna taste you."

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and swept your tongue over his swollen tip, the warm wetness of your tongue making his hips bounce up at the feeling and a grunt rumble from his throat. Then you licked a stripe from the base to the tip, your tongue running over the vein bulging in his shaft and swirling over the head once you reached it again, the salty taste of pre cum coating your tongue.

"Please." Max begged as you ran your tongue over him, his hands trembling at his sides as it took everything in him not to coax it past your lips, and he practically looked like he was about to explode any minute.

Removing your hand you kept your eyes on his, slowly sliding him past your lips and into your mouth, taking his cock as far down as your throat would allow.

"Shit. Oh, baby." He moaned out, slipping his fingers into your hair and caressing the strands as you bobbed your head.

You loved how vocal he was, the way he threw his head back when you enthusiastically moaned around him, and how responsive he was from even the smallest of touches.

"Your throat feels even better than I imagined." He rasped, the flattery making you drag your lips up his cock sucking a bit harder as you did, before sliding your mouth all the way back down on him.

You didn't mind that Max had imagined this before. Truthfully, you'd indulged in a fantasy or two involving him once or twice when you first moved in, you'd just never entertained the idea of it after that. Oh, how wrong you were. He started to grow restless, the hand stroking your hair stopping to gather some in his hand as he started lifting his hips in time with your mouth, chasing his release with his heavy lidded chocolate brown eyes fixed on yours.

"Sweetheart, I-I'm gonna-" He drawled, cut off by the way his orgasm seemed to hit him and his cock twitched in your mouth, his hips stuttering as his whole body shuddered.

You moved your mouth off of him just enough to be able to swallow, warm ropes of his release filling your mouth and coating your tongue, lightly sucking him through it and milking his cock until he seemed to be empty and softened a bit in your mouth. Carefully you slipped him from your mouth and swallowed it down, some beads of cum still having escaped from your lips trailing down his cock which you leaned down to lick off.

"You are perfect." Max added breathlessly while reaching out to caress the side of your face, his thumb tenderly stroking over your cheek.

You leaned into the touch with a smile, his hand still on your face as you crawled over him until you were hovering over his lap and then sat down, his semi-hard erection resting against your clothed crotch. His free hand reached up to start stroking over your thigh, caressing it as he went and then moving to take hold of your hip. He used the hold on your face to crash his lips against yours, the grip he had on your hip growing firmer as you moved your lips against his, and his hips subconsciously rocked beneath you in search of friction.

"You wanna fuck me?" You whispered in between kisses, to which he pulled back just enough to breathe his sentiment into your mouth.

"More than anything." Max murmured eagerly, and you smiled against his lips before leaning back to take hold of the hem of your top, crossing your arms and lifting it over your head.

He did the same, throwing his navy blue tee over his head and tossing it onto the floor beside your tub, a pile of clothes starting to form as you reached down to get your pants off, sitting up enough that you could push them past your thighs and roll them down to your ankles. You kicked them off once you got them down your legs then turned and reached behind you to help Max get his boxers and pants off from where they had gathered at his calves, throwing them to join the heap of clothes now on the floor. He took hold of your hips again, and you hovered over him just enough to feel the way he was hard and ready against your inner thigh. You reached down to guide him to your entrance and then began slowly lowering yourself down onto him, the stretch around him making a pained moan fall from your mouth.

"Mm, Max." His name rolled off your tongue so wantonly, every inch of him gradually filling you.

He pressed his lips against yours to muffle your cries, one of his hands coming up to cup one side of your face again, his other still resting over your hip.

"It's okay, it's okay." He cooed between kisses as you tried to adjust to the feel of him, and soon your ass was pressed against his thighs as you took him to the hilt.

Letting go of your face he took hold of your other hip and moved slightly, the first lift of his hips enough to make his mouth fall open and a husky groan follow suit, mirroring him as a needy whine spills from yours. Bracing your hands on his shoulders you started to roll your hips, creating a slow, rhythmic bounce that Max aided with his grip on you. You moved your hand to his chest, caressing your way up to his shoulders and then to the nape of his neck, slipping your fingers into his thick brown locks as you leaned forward and started pressing kisses on his neck, languidly working your way down to his collarbone and the generous curls of hair sparsely adorning his chest. Your other hand smoothed over the top of his arm, running your fingers over one of the many tattoos his body was littered with and lightly squeezing his bicep which made him hum appreciatively. With time you began picking up the pace, sliding all the way up and then coming down on him hard, the wet slapping sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the bathroom as your ass smacked against his thighs. His hands moved to your ass cupping it firmly as you bounced on him, caressing it as he rocked his hips in time with your movements.

"Good girl, god you're so tight." He praised, moaning out as your walls massaged his cock.

Your knees started to ache, feeling bruised from the way you'd been kneeling on the small space of porcelain on either side of him. You slowed your movements to mumble through your strained breaths.

"My legs are gonna give out." You whispered with a giggle.

Max seemed to get the idea, repeatedly pressing his lips against yours as he gripped your thighs and leaned forward, gently laying you down on your back and hovering over you, your legs draped over his hips. He didn't waste any time in moving again, thrusting his hips as he fucked into you deeply and his mouth found its way to your jaw, kissing along it and allowing his beard scruff to scratch against your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands resting on the nape of his neck and playing with the curls of hair above it. His lips trailed kisses along the side of your neck, then over your throat and down to your collarbone, affectionately marking you in whatever way he could. Eventually, the pressure in your abdomen started to build and you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your legs at all the right times to try and spur him to go deeper. He listened to your wordless request, burying his cock into you and pumping into you with hard, bottomless thrusts.

"Max, Max I-" His name tumbles from your mouth in the form of a plea, repeating his name over and over again amidst a string of curses.

"I've got you, it's okay baby." He hushes you, coaxing you to your orgasm with soft reassurances and it's more than enough to tip you over the edge.

You cling to him as you let out an unrestrained, sweet cry, your whole body trembling beneath him as he holds you and fucks you through it. With his eyes fixed on you and wholly focused on your expression he succumbs to his release too, his hips stuttering and guttural groans spewing from his throat. He spills into you, filling you with his warm release and then lightly collapsing on top of you, careful not to put too much weight on you. He collects himself for a moment before propping himself up on his elbows and reaching up to stroke your cheek.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right? I wasn't too rough?"

Before the endless list of paranoid possibilities he was babbling continued you silenced him with your lips, pressing them against his and kissing him softly. After a moment of just basking in the feel of him you broke the kiss, cupping his face and resting your forehead against his.

"I love you, Max. I should've said this sooner, but I love you."

His eyes widened a little, a smile of genuine, unbridled happiness playing on his lips. He couldn't believe you had finally said those three little words that he'd only ever dreamed about hearing.

"I love you too, so much."

Your lips met again, your arms wrapping around his waist as you embraced him. You stayed like that for a little while, the once cold porcelain beneath your back now warm from your skin, and Max's hands were all over you like he wasn't sure he'd ever let you go. Eventually, he broke the kiss, his nose still brushing against yours as he spoke.

"Why don't I draw you a bath, make us some dinner and then we can watch a movie, hm?"

He suggested, nuzzling his nose against yours and making you laugh.

"Okay okay, but only if you'll get in the bath with me, and one with actual water this time."

Max snorted his laughter and swept a strand of hair behind your ear.