A/N: An imagined future, Ezgi & Ozgur are married, and in this hypothetical, they celebrate Halloween :)
If you have an idea for a one shot please leave in the comments! Looking for inspiration.
Ezgi was so preoccupied running through her to do list for the next day in her mind that it took her longer than it should have to notice the paint everywhere. Her jaw dropped when the extent of the mess registered, pink and yellow splatters dotting her beautiful living room and even leaving their mark on poor Tesla who had come to greet her, wagging his tail happily as if it was no matter that his home and fur had been destroyed.
Placing her keys and purse down, Ezgi wandered further into the apartment, muttering to herself, until the culprits came into view, a very guilty father, daughter pair looking up at her with identical, wide-eyed expressions, a carved pumpkin in front of them, laying on the floor, dripping with paint.
Ozgur slowly dropped the paint brush in his hand, raising his hands in surrender as Ezgi narrowed her eyes, her daughter inching towards her father, sensing astutely that he was her only chance of survival.
"Ezgi...canim benim," he began cooing, standing up to approach her slowly as if she was a caged animal. "Hayatim...birtanem..."
Ezgi tried to focus on her periphery vision even as she glared at him, looking to see if there was anything in the vicinity she could throw at her husband without endangering her child. Unfortunately he caught her before she could reach for the stuffed animal on the table next to her, taking her hands in his as if he could predict her violent thoughts.
"Why is my house a mess, Ozgur." She yelled, her shock finally wearing off, yanking her arms out of his hands, trying to ignore his puppy eyes. "Kızım? What is going on here, Ozge?"
Her daughter knew better than to lie to her mother, especially when she was angry. "We were painting pumpkins, anne. For Halloween!" Ozge smiled sweetly at her anne, batting her eye lashes the way she had seen her father do when anne was angry. It always seemed to work for him.
"Ozgur, really?" Ezgi exclaimed, pacing around the house, taking in the full extent of the damage. There were at least three pumpkins scattered about the house, dripping with paint, trails of paint splatters revealing the path these two scoundrels had taken as they moved about, wreaking havoc. She threw her hands up in the air, looking to Ozgur to explain why this little art project couldn't have occurred on top of some newspaper at the very least.
He reached out for her arms again, holding them tighter this time, as he smiled her favorite, crooked, naughty smile. "Karım." He almost sang, reaching down to kiss her cheek before she could object. "We will clean it up, I promise." Ezgi hated how she was melting already, his touch and the words whispered into her ear swiftly removing her anger.
But, it only took one look around the room to bring it back. "Ozge, kizim, go to your room. We will talk later." She said sternly, her eyes trained on Ozgur the whole time. It was best their daughter didn't witness the lashing she had planned for her husband.
She almost cracked a smile as she watched Ozgur squirm under her gaze, gulping in terror as his accomplice left him alone. As soon as Ozge was around the corner, Ezgi began swiping at him, using all her strength to pull her wrists out of his hold and hit his face, his chest, anything he could reach.
"My beautiful floor, Ozgur! And this couch! How are we going to get the paint out of this couch! How did you even get so much paint everywhere? There are handprints on Tesla, Allah aşkına!" She was speaking too loudly and too quickly for Ozgur to interject, but he kept trying, grabbing at her hands and calling her every sweet name he could think of.
Eventually, he tried a more aggressive approach, leveraging her distraction against her to lean in and place soft kisses on her exposed collarbone, rendering her suddenly silent and slightly out of breath. He rose his head to look at her with his signature smirk, the sight of his smugness nearly sending Ezgi into another rant spiral.
"How could I say no to her, sevgilim. She looks exactly like you." He said with a tender smile, leaning down to kiss her neck, slowly moving up to her lips when she didn't stop him.
A moan escaped her as he moved to her ear lobe, gently nipping at her skin. "Ozgur..." She let out, far more breathily than she had intended, trying to find the strength to push him away and continue scolding him.
"Come on, let's go to sleep. I know how to make this up to you." He whispered into her ear, his voice deep and rough with arousal. And as he continued to kiss at her jaw, inches away from her lips, she knew she was lost. The rascal had wormed his way out of punishment.
She turned to meet his lips, biting his lower lip in retaliation for his arrogant grin, sweeping her tongue into his open mouth, making him shiver. She could feel him turn into putty in her hands, as she tilted her head to get better access, both hands cupping his face, stroking his beard. It still gave her such a thrill to know he was hers, that only she could make him feel like this, something none of the many women before her had managed.
They pulled away to catch their breath, Ozgur's face innocent and blissed out, his eyes still closed as he tried to recover.
Ezgi, now on much firmer footing, took advantage of his weakness, not ready to melt into his arms and forgive his latest mischief. "That's all you get until this home is spotless." She whispered lethally against his lips, before walking away to discipline her daughter.
Ozgur mouth dropped open, gaping like a fish, in disbelief that his wife could be so cruel, the evidence of her hold over him pressing through his jeans. Rubbing his face with a sigh, he walked over to the closet to pull out the mop. This would be the fasted he ever cleaned in his life. And then he would take his revenge.
