Octane x Reader

Part 14 What If

I feel my heart race as he pushes me back on to the bed.

"I promise there is no need to worry. I promise I will be gentle." he says, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

He props himself over me and kisses my face and neck. My body tingles wherever he touches me, giving me an unknown feeling in the bottom of my stomach. He begins to nibble and suck on the base of my neck, leaving love marks before taking off his shirt.

He reaches his hand under my shirt, moving slowly and making sure I was comfortable before he removed it. The chilly air against my skin causes me to lightly shiver.

I jump as I hear a loud buz coming from the small machine by the door.

"There is a Mr. Nox here to see you. Shall I send him up?" The box says. Octane rushes over to the box and presses a button.

"Yeah, send him up-" he says quickly. He turns back on me and motions to my shirt as we both scramble to get all of our clothing back on. My dad was here? I didn't think I told him the apartment number-

The elevator dings just as I get my shirt back on, but I know my hair was still a mess, and I know Octavio was still.. Ya know.

I run out of the bedroom and try to act natural. My dad steps out of the elevator and doesn't see Octane, but sees me. He walks up to me and folds me into a hug.

"Sweetheart, you didn't have to get a hotel, you could have just came home you know!" he says. I couldn't tell for sure but I think he seemed a bit hurt.

"I know dad. I just thought I would give you some space, ya know?" He nods and lets go of me.

My dad looks around and notices Octavio. He stares for a second before turning back to me.

"Who's Mr. Metal legs?" He whispers. I glare at him slightly and slap his arm. I look to Octavio and wave him over. He awkwardly walks over and stands beside me with the most awkward smile I had ever seen him give.

"Dad, this is Octavio. We met at the games." I say. My dad looks from Octavio, to me, and back to Octavio.

"Well, nice to meet you Octavio." My dad says with a slight smile. He sticks out his hand and Octavio nervously grabs it. They shake hands and I rub the back of my neck.

"Octavio said he would be here for me. He is my best friend." I say as I give Octavio a sorry look. He gives one back. I'm glad he understands why I don't want to tell my dad yet. Even if he didn't understand, he respected that I didn't want to tell him. I loved that about him.

"Well that is very nice of you, Octavio." My father says. He backs up slightly and I can tell he feels awkward. "I just thought I should stop by and say 'hi' before tomorrow. I should be going." He continues to feel awkward and he turns around, heading back to the elevator.

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then?" I ask him. He nods and gives me a smile. He presses the elevator button and soon leaves. I look to Octavio and feel my heart drop as I look at his face. He was deffinatly hurt. By the fact that I didn't want to tell my father about us. I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He looks up to me and smiles slightly.

"I'm sorry, I just don't think he should have to find that out and feel stressed.. Especially with the funeral tomorrow." I say to him. He looks up to me with a bit of a happier face.

"I know, hermosa, and that's okay. I respect the fact that you don't want to tell him yet." He says as he pulls me into a hug. I take a deep breath and let myself get lost in his scent.

"I love you." I say to him. He hums and holds me tighter. I really love him. He lets go of me and I pull away from him.

"I'll order us some take-out. You go get some rest. Tomorrow is big for you." He says with a soft smile. I give him a confused look.

"But didn't you want to-" I start, but he interrupts me.

"Yes, but you need rest and I just want good now. Lo siento mi amor. I just don't think this is the right time to be doing this." He says with a smile.

"Yeah, you're right. I should get some rest. I love you, I'll be in our room." I say with a soft smile. He nods and turns to head to the kitchen. I turn and head to our bedroom.

I lay myself down on my bed and close my eyes. I found myself unable to think of anything other than my mother. Tears slipped from my eyes and I covered my face. I didn't want to bother Octavio with my crying, so I tried to remain silent.

If I had just stayed for another week, I would have been here. Maybe she wouldn't have died if I had been there to take care if her. Tears slip quickly from my eyes and I bite my lip. Would she still be here if I was good enough? I never even finished high school. Maybe if I did I could have gotten a better job and we would have had enough money.

I was never good enough.