Oneshots - Kayce Dutton Book 2

Sex Strike - Part One

Request - hiiiii, how are you? can you make one where they argue and y/n goes on a sex strike?

Yes and we can get a pt 1 of said strike and how it starts and then pt2 of when and how it ends?

Day One 

You heard the front door open and close, signaling Kayce was home. But unlike normal, you didn't get up from the small table in the corner of the foreman's cabin. You were finishing grading some papers that should have been done last night but weren't. 

That's because last night you were picking Kayce up from jail. After getting home around five in the morning, you had enough time to shower, change, and then make your way back into town to the junior high where you taught English. You hadn't seen or spoken to Kayce since then when he asked you if you were going in and you replied with a short "yes." 

You felt his presence next to your chair. But you were going to stand strong. You were tired of the same old bullshit. You were tired of Kayce putting himself in danger and not caring that he left you at home worrying about his well-being constantly. You were tired of his stupid smile and warm eyes and how he'd call you 'baby' and you'd fall back in bed with him...and everything would be forgiven.  

"You ain't talking to me still?" 

Your hand paused in making some edits. Taking a deep breath, you tilted your head and continued writing. Kayce's boots stomped around the table and over to the small kitchen. Your eyes glanced up to watch him as he opened the fridge. He pulled out a beer and turned around, but your eyes went back to your paper before he could catch them. 

"Have you had supper?" Kayce asked. 

"No," You said shortly. 

"Do you want supper?" Kayce's tone seemed irritated. 

"No," You flipped the page over. 

You heard him open his beer and toss the cap on the counter. He walked back over to the table, facing across from you now. You had finished your paper and knew you couldn't just stare at it all night. Your eyes looked up at Kayce. 

"So you can speak to me," Kayce smirked at you. 

"Fuck off, Kayce," You sighed and shook your head.

Standing up you started to gather your papers into your bag. Kayce walked around the table to you. 

"Stop-"

"Y/N...I'm sorry," Kayce wrapped his arms around you. 

"No, you ain't!" You snapped, trying to wiggle free. 

"Hey," Kayce pulled you tight against him and you stopped moving for a second. "I'm sorry." 

You glared up at him now. 

"I don't care," You said. 

"Baby-"

"No!" You pushed against his chest. "No baby, no apologies...enough, Kayce! I don't want to talk to you right now because you're not sorry and being sweet ain't gonna get you anything!" 

"Let me show you how sorry I am," Kayce tried to reach for you again. 

You blinked at him and smacked his hands away.

"No!" You said, holding up a finger. "No sex."

"No sex?" Kayce asked. 

"No," You placed your hands on your hips. "No sex." 

"Like...sex-sex?" Kayce tilted his head. 

"As opposed to...?" You raised your eyebrow. "No, Kayce...you're not getting into my pants."