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Invitation (Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader)
Just a short Oneshot based on this gif :)
300 words
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Colter smiled as your name appeared on his phone screen.
âHey Y/Nâ he smirked as he answered your call.
âHi, just checking inâ you replied.
âChecking in?â his smile growing wider.
âYeah Colter, itâs what friends doâ you answered with a chuckle. Colter nodded and took a sip of his beer. He was sitting in a camping chair outside the Airstream. âRight.â
âSo, what are you up to?â you asked.
âIâm actually taking a break right now, doing some camping, some fishingâ Colter told you.
âA break really?â You chuckled, âI didnât know you did that.â
âYeah, I do sometimes. Teddi and Velma say itâs healthy.â
âIâm sure it is, thatâs good.â It made you happy to hear that Colter was taking a break and not working end on end jobs.
âSo, what about you? How are you doing?â
âI got a lot of work events at the moment but Iâm okay. My agent is a little annoying but she gets like that before every release, she seems more nervous than me actually, which is crazy.â You rambled a little bit.
âYou know uh⌠youâre more than welcome to join me up here for a couple of daysâ Colter offered. âTake a few days off if you need a break.â
You sighed. âI would love toâŚâ you started and Colters heart did a little jump, he couldnât quite identify. ââŚbut I canât get away right now.â
âThatâs too bad.â Colter tried hiding his disappointment. He liked spending time alone away from everything and everyone, so he didnât quite expect the sting when you declined his offer.
âIt really isâ you sighed, âbut um⌠call me in case youâre nearby.â
âWill do.â Colter said.
âPlease, actually do Colterâ you said sternly. Colter huffed. âI will, I promise.â He smirked.
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Til the End (Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader)
This is inspired by the song âUntil the endâ by Dean Lewis
Summary: You got hurt on a job and Colter remembers the first time you told him you loved him when he didnât say it back, so as soon as you wake up, he tells you how he feels.
Trigger Warnings: mentions of head trauma, fluff and some angst
about 900 words
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Colter held on to his coffee cup, staring into the steam ascending from it. He was sitting at the table in the Airstream, his leg bopping up and down in anticipation. You were snuggled up in his bed, passed out. You had been knocked out by your target hitting the back of his gun on your head. Colter had found you and taken you to the hospital. You got stitches and they discharged you, Colter however was still worried. You had fallen asleep in the car and he had carried you to the bed. His phone vibrated and he quickly answered it before it could wake you.
âHey Reenieâ he sighed.
âHow is she doing, is she okay?â Reenie asked worried.
âYeah, they sent her home with me, sheâs sleepingâ Colter replied.
âOh, thank godâ Reenie sighed in relief.
âIâll have her call you when she wakes upâ Colter promised.
âYes please, Colterâ Reenie replied and hung up.
Colter ran his hand through his hair and looked over to you. He thought about a few nights ago. He had been working another job in another town. You had stayed behind in the trailer, trying to get some writing done. When he had returned to the trailer after finishing the job you had just gotten into bed. Your face had lit up when you had seen him and he had felt his whole body relax at the sight of you. He had stripped down to his boxers and climbed in bed with you, resting his head on your chest. You had run your fingers through his hair in the dark and lightly massaged his tense shoulders. He had rolled off you and lied next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, your back to his chest. He had buried his face in the back of your neck, absently placing kisses along your shoulders. You had chuckled at the sudden amount of affection. He had lost track of time of how long you were just lying there close to each other.
âColter?â you had asked his name quietly. He hummed in response, absently stroking your waist.
âI love youâ you had simply said. His heart had skipped a beat, and he hadn't known how to reply. He had known but he hadn't been able to say it. He couldnât remember the last time someone other than his mother or sister had told him these three words. His heartbeat had fastened, afraid of how you would react when he didnât say it back.
âI donât expect you to answer. I just wanted you to knowâ you had added like you had read his mind and scooted even closer to him underlining your statement.
âJust hold me and say you wonât leaveâ you had asked of him, and he wouldnât have wanted to do anything else.
âI wonâtâ he had replied with a husky voice and tightened his grip around you.
You had fallen asleep in his arms that night and the next morning Teddi had called to give you the details for another job, the one he had just finished with you.
âColter?â your voice pulled him back into the presence and he quickly got up.
âHeyâ he smiled at you. You rubbed your eyes.
âOwâ you grimaced and touched your head. He looked at you worried, his brows drawn together.
âHow are you feeling?â he asked.
âMy head hurts, but Iâll be fineâ you smiled at him tiredly. âWhy are you over there?â You pouted at him. He chuckled and crawled into bed next to you. You hummed, turning to him. He was watching you closely, lifting your chin so youâd look at him and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
âWhat is it?â you asked, noticing the painful expression on his face and cupping his cheek. He moved your hand from his face and held it in his own, pressing a kiss to the back of it, making you smile.
âIâm all inâ he mumbled.
âWhat?â you furrowed your brows.
âI pushed so many people away, not opening up, scared that they would leave, like my dad, my brother, my sister, but with you⌠I feel safe, warm. Youâre everything I thought I could never haveâ he rambled on. âAnd I donât know what Iâd do without you, Y/N.â
âHeyâ you said, it was your turn to lift his chin so he would look at you. His eyes were glassy as he looked at you full of love.
âWhere is this coming from?â you asked. It wasnât that you didnât appreciate him sharing his feelings, but you were worried at the manner he was doing it in.
âWhen I saw you lying there, for a moment I thoughtâ he swallowed hard.
âIâm fine Colterâ you assured him, and he nodded.
âWhen you told me you loved me a few nights ago, I knew I love you back, but I thought if I told you, something would go wrong, it always doesâ he confessed. âBut when I thought I had lost you today, even just for a minute, all I could think was that I didnât tell you.â Now he was making your eyes well up. You watched his face closely. He bit his lip.
âI love you so muchâ he finally finished his little speech.
âI love you tooâ you smiled and pulled him close, and he pressed you against him like he was starving for physical touch.
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Wedding Invitations
Summary: Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader -> You and Colter have known each other since you were 15. He was there to help you once, and he's here to help you now.
Disclaimer: This may end up being a two parter. Light swearing, jerk exes, protective Colter, friends to lovers vibes kinda, little angst, sad fluff, cute fluff, happy-ish ending I guess. Not proof read.
Colter didnât know what to do, exactly, when Reenie called him and said you needed him.Â
All he knew was that within five minutes, he was turning back down the highway and headed straight for your home.Â
A thousand and one things ran through Colterâs mind as he sped down the road. Were you in danger? Have you been hurt? How bad was it?
However, when Reenie called him back and explained what had happened, he felt his heart sink a little.Â
The last time he had seen you, you had just started dating a guy. It seemed to be going well and you seemed happy enough. Last time he had talked to you, you were elbow deep in wedding invitations, asking him over the phone if he could make it since it was a lot easier than finding an address heâd be at long enough.Â
And that was just last week.Â
By the time Colter pulled up outside your home, the second car he usually saw in the background of your facetime, was gone. Your car was still there, so you were definitely home.Â
Small lights led up the path to your home before the porch light lit up the deck. However, save for a lamp or two, no lights were on inside the house.Â
He knocked, but no answer came.Â
So he tried the garage door.Â
It slid up instantly and when Colter got a look inside, it looked like someone had left in a hurry. Most of what was left wasâŚwedding stuff.Â
He had to force the door open, but it wasnât long before he was inside the house.Â
It smelt of you. Which was an odd comfort for him.Â
It was like the perfect mixture of blueberry pie, cinnamon andâŚwarmth.Â
Colter made his way through the house, calling out your name.Â
There was broken glass on the floor, with a can of unopened soda sat on the coffee table. It was no longer cold and most of the condensation was already sinking into the wood beneath it.Â
Colter called out your name again.Â
In the kitchen, he foundâŚblueberry pie.Â
A slight smile came to his face, before he continued to check the house.Â
As he climbed the stairs, he began to hurry his steps, searching the rooms until from down the hallway, he spotted the open door to the bathroom.
The closer he walked, the clearer his view became.Â
There you were.Â
With your arms balanced on your propped up knees, your head was down and your eyes were closed, tears rolling hot down your cheeks. In your hands, you clutched onto a towel from where youâd dried your face earlier.Â
Colter walked closer and waited for a moment by the door.Â
âWellâŚthis feels oddly familiar.â
You nodded, forcing yourself to look up.Â
And Colter felt his heart break.Â
You were still crying, but you just lookedâŚbeat. Ready to sleep. Ready to cry some more. Ready to justâŚfall.Â
Maybe you already had.Â
âYeah. Kinda.â
Without a second thought, Colter rushed inside and came and sat beside you. He pulled you inside his side, and you moulded directly into him. You hadnât realised how cold you were until you were met with the heat of his body and the warmth of his touch.Â
With a head on his chest, he curled his hand around and placed it on top of your head, almost shielding you from the world.Â
This wasnât unlike almost twenty years ago when, after sneaking out to go to a friendâs party (despite the fact heâd already been pulled out of school), Colter found you.Â
Youâd both been partners in History class. And youâd had a small friendship, at least. This also included him knowing who you had a crush on, even if you wouldnât tell him.Â
So, when he had lost track of you at the party, only to find your crush making out with the girl who was meant to be your best friend, he knew why you had disappeared. At least, that was what he suspected.Â
And he wasnât wrong.Â
He found you in the top floor bathroom which no-one went to since it was so far up, and if you were that desperate for the bathroom, you wouldnât have made it to the top of the house.Â
When he found you, you had been slumped down on the floor, crying your eyes out.Â
However, compared to then, when your emotions and your voice were also uncontrollable and constant after such an early heart break���it was no longer like that.Â
Or, at least, on the outside it wasnât.Â
When you spoke, despite the constant flowing tears, your voice was shaky but pressured to be even. And by the way you were clutching onto the towel in your hands, that told Colter it was taking everything in your to not break down. To not scream, or cry too loudly, to not sob, to not shake.Â
However, that last one was becoming more difficult to control.Â
âDo you want to tell me what happened?â Colter asked, finding your eyes.Â
âIn a minute. Can you just keep hugging me?â
Colter nodded before pulling you closer, resting his chin on top of your head and squeezing your tighter in his arms.Â
After a good ten minutes, your tears finally stilled long enough for you to take a deep breath and move back.Â
âThank you for coming.â
âYou never have to thank me for coming to you.â
You nodded, avoiding his gaze for a moment before sitting up as best as you could.Â
âI didnât see it coming.â
Colter just sat and watched and listened as you told him everything that had happened.Â
âI was at work, grading papers, when he called. He said to come home, instead of going to the wedding venue after work. We were going to sign the final papers. Everything had been confirmed, it was just a final formality.â
âI thought it was a little weird, but when I came homeâŚall of his boxes were packed. And I meanâŚeverything. Every record, every picture, every book, everyâŚthing. It was all packed. Hell, it was even labelled!â
You had to laugh before you cried again. You touched a finger to your eyes, wiping a small tear away from the edge of your eye.Â
âApparently, heâd been feeling lost for a couple weeks. Weeks! He didnât even say anything. He didnât evenâŚshow anything. Everything was normal. We were happy. AndâŚâ you took a deep breath, but Colter just waited for you to continue.Â
âAnd then he got a call. And I knew. He didnât even answer it. JustâŚlet it ring. It was so silent, Colter. Just knowing that he was moving on, had moved on before even moving out. IâŚdidnât evenâŚwe were meant to be getting married, Colter. Weâve been together for eight years and to justâŚleaveâŚâ
Colter rubbed his hand up and down your arm, feeling how cold you were.Â
âHow about I make you some tea? Reenie always says that can help? And maybe get you a sweater, youâre freezing.â
âAfter he left I justâŚI donât even remember.â
Colter nodded, standing up before lowering his hands to help you up from the floor.Â
Twenty minutes later, Colter had boiled the water and made you both a cup of tea before ordering food.Â
He might not have gotten to see you often, but youâd both talked long enough over the years that he had learnt that when you graded papers you tended to get a little caught up and miss dinner. And considering what had transpired after you got home from work, it didnât take a genius to figure out why your stomach was rumbling.Â
It was also in those twenty minutes that Colter came to learn more about your now ex-fiance.Â
Heâd been feeling âlostâ for a few weeks, until he met a woman at work. She was a consultant that had come into town for a few days before flying back out to Sydney. Turned out they had grown up two towns apart when they were kids, so had a lot in common. They got to talking andâŚit grew from there.Â
On the rare occasion work got caught up, he was actually with her. On dates, laughing and smiling and kissing and justâŚ
âSo, what happens now?â
âHeâs moving to Sydney,â you told him. âHis flight leaves tomorrow. All his boxes were being taken to a storage unit in town. His assistant is gonna make sure theyâre shipped over.â
âDid he move them all out himself?â
You shook your head. âMovers came in. Itâs oddâŚthey knew my relationship was ending before I did.â
âI am sorry,â Colter told you.Â
âWhat for? You didnât suddenly break up with me, did you?â
âNo, but Iâm still sorry.â
âThanks, Colt.â
You took his hand in yours for a moment, until the bell rang.Â
âThatâll be the food. Iâll get it.â Colter said before standing, quickly kissing your forehead and disappearing down the hall and towards the front door.Â
However, after five minutes of hearing distant talking, you heard the door shut.Â
It took you a moment, but you looked behind you and followed the same path as Colter. The pizza box and bag of other items were by the door and Colter wasâŚoutside?
When Colter got to the door, the Pizza Guy was balancing the other random take-away bits on top.Â
âHere, let me-â
âThanks, man.â
âHow much do I owe you?â
â25.â
âHere you go.â
âThanks, man.â
âYeah.â
However, as the Pizza Guy walked down the porch and back to his car, Colter spotted a slightly familiar car down the road and a somewhat familiar face walking towards the house.Â
Leaving the food by the door, Colter walked outside immediately and headed straight for the guy.Â
âHey, no, turn around.â
âExcuse me?â The guy stopped in his tracks.Â
It took him a moment to recognise the face in front of him.Â
âCâŚColter?â
âHi, Jonathan. Turn around.â
âWhat-â
âYouâre not welcome here.â
âThis is my house!â
âNo, this was your house.â
âSame thing.â
âActually, itâs not. See, âisâ suggests that you still live here. However, considering you moved all your stuff out earlier today, Iâd say that signifies enough to say you donât live here anymore.â
âCan I at least talk to her?â
âAnd say what?â Colter asked, stopping Jonathan in his tracks. âThat youâre sorry. Sheâs not gonna want to hear it.â
âHow would you know what she wants? You donât even see her!â
âThatâs your excuse? That's because I donât see her, I donât know her? Youâve got to have a better come back than that. You know what, Iâll give you another shot. Tell me why I wouldnât know what she wants.â
Jonathan took a moment, but when nothing came to him, he sighed. âLook, man. I just want to clear the air here and give back my key.â
âAnd you didnât think to leave that behind when you packed up your stuff?â
âI just thought-â
âI can give it back to her.â
âIâd prefer-â
âYou donât get a say in this, Jonathan. You were the one to walk out. If you wanted out, you could have at least been a decent human and talk to her, rather than dumping all of this on her on a random Friday.â Colter explained before he paused. âActually, not that random. On a Friday you were meant to sign off on your wedding venue.â
âLook, man, I already feel as bad as it is-â
âGood.â
Jonathan seemed to get a little offended at Colterâs bluntness.Â
âLook, man-â
âIf you think youâre getting off lightly here, youâre not. You broke her heart. You spent the last eight years together and in a few hours you end everything. You pack up your shit, you print out plane tickets, you tell her youâve met someone else. Do you even know what you had?â
âLook, man-â
âSay âLook, man,â one more time and Iâll do her a favour and start throwing the punches she didnât earlier.â Colterâs gaze darkened and he seemed to grow broader.
âLook-â Jonathan paused. âColter. I understand you want to help her but this is really between herself and I.â
âMaybe.â Colter agreed. âMaybe before you pulled this crap but the second you hurt her, that was the second it became my business. Now, Iâm sure your new girlfriend is lovely but Y/n? Youâll never meet anyone like her, ever. And you just let her go. Stupidly, might I add.â
âJees, donât hold back.â Jonathan tried to laugh.Â
âOh, I wonât.â
You watched the two men fall silent for a moment before speaking up.Â
âColter?â
Colterâs entire posture and gaze softened for a moment as he turned back and looked at you.Â
âYeah? Oh, yeah. Just..give me a minute?â
That was something you were thankful for. You and Colter sometimes never had to speak, you just knew what the other was thinking.Â
However, Jonathan called your name.Â
âWait-â
âFuck you, Jonathan!â you held up your middle finger, bringing the pizza box back inside before closing the door.Â
âShe doesnât have to speak to me like that?â
Colter had no words. Just a look, mostly made of confusion.Â
âI think itâs best if you leave, and donât come back.â
âHey, hey, wait! Just wait a minute! I need to talk to her. I need to clear the air.â
Colter sighed. âIâll do you this one kindness. Tell me what you want to tell her, and I will tell her. Because youâre not getting within ten feet of that house. Not after what you did.â
âItâs not like I cheated on her!â
âExcept that you did.â Colter was finally getting Jonathan closer to his car, even if it was through physically moving him.Â
âI waited until after I left to ask Jen to be my girlfriend.â
âBecause that makes a difference?â
âIt does!â
Colter sighed, âJonathan, just do everyone a favour and shut up?â
âBut-â
âDonât come back here.â
It took a second but Jonathan finally got back into his car before handing the key over to Colter. âJustâŚtell her I never meant to hurt her.â
âToo late for that.â
Jonathan couldnât say anything else so rolled up his window and drove off.Â
Colter stood in the middle of the street for a few minutes watching his car roll down the street before turning the corner and heading for the highway.Â
When he walked back inside, he found you sitting on the sofa.Â
âWhat did he want?â
âTo give you this back.â
You turned to look at Colter. It was the spare key to your house.Â
âYou can just leave it on the side.â
After a few minutes, Colter finally sat beside you on the sofa, handing you a soda. You lay your head on his shoulder and stared up at the TV screen.Â
âI feel really crap.â
Colter nodded slightly. âI know Reenie would probably tell you to get up and, I donât know, go out and get drunk but if you just want to eat junk food and fall asleep, I can support that. And then go out, if you want to do that too.â
You smiled for the first time since you came home. âJunk food and sleep sounds really good right now.â
âOkay then.â
It took a couple minutes to find a film before you both landed on an old showing of a classic hollywood movie. You couldnât remember the title, but when you'd finished your food and talking to Colter about whatever case heâd been on before Reenie called him, you found yourself falling asleep.Â
And when you woke up in the morning, something felt different.Â
You werenât in your bed. You werenât in your bed with Jonathan. You were on the sofa. Snug in the crook of it. With half of your body onâŚa sleeping Colter.Â
He looked so peaceful.Â
The sun was still slowly coming up and by the clock on the wall, it was around seven thirty in the morning. Stupid body clock.Â
You groaned a little and fell back into the warmth of Colter, your head on his chest. His grip on you tightened for a moment before it settled again and you found yourself just listening to the repetitive rhythm of his heartbeat.Â
Every now and again, your mind would replay the events from the day before. Getting the call, coming home, watching the movers, listening to Jonathanâs voice telling you your future together was over, just like that. Waiting for them to leave whilst you remained in the bathroom, splashing your face with cold water and drying it. Getting the final knock on the bathroom door from one of the movers. Jonathan seemed to be searching for you for a moment and for a split second, you thought he was going to yell âwake upâ as if youâd fallen asleep marking papers. But you hadnât. It was real, and he was asking for his ring back. It took you a moment, and taking it off your finger felt foreign. Strange. Like an out of body experience.Â
And then it was over.Â
You were alone.Â
In a home you thought was going to be yours and Jonathanâs. One where maybe you could start a family one day.Â
But that was all shattered.Â
Until Colter.Â
When he walked into the bathroom, you had a flashback to being fifteen again and crying over a boy in a bathroom at a party. Except this time, youâd spend eight years of your life with this guy and your wedding invitations and seating chart and placements were all in storage in the garage.Â
And when he hugged youâŚyou knew it would be okay.Â
You didnât know if youâd be feeling better the next day, or the day after that or even in a weekâs time. Eight years was a lot to throw away in the space of a couple of hours.Â
But you knew it would be okay.Â
Colter reassured you with that.Â
By the time he woke up, him looking at you with a slightly dazed look, you both just lay there for a moment.Â
âIâd apologise for falling asleep on you, but I donât think Iâm sorry. Youâre a decent pillow.â
Colter chuckled. âThanks.â
âHow are you feeling?â
âBetter, but also not.â
âWant breakfast?â
âNot right now.â
âIâll make pancakes?â
âEggs are in the fridge.â
Colter chuckled lightly at that before moving his arm from around your back, kissed your head, and slowly sat up. He couldnât lie. He got a decent night's sleep often, but nothing like that.Â
âChocolate chips are in the cupboard.â You called out as he rounded the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.Â
After a moment you heard; âGot emâ.â
Colter stayed for two weeks.Â
Mostly because he found a case in town nearby. But also because he rarely got to see you and he was helping you.Â
It was tough, calling the caterers, the venue, the officiant, the florist. It was even tougher calling all the friends and family.Â
Your family insisted on coming up to see you, but you reassured them youâd be okay. Youâd come and see them soon, but until then you just needed some space. Some alone time.Â
âAnd you donât need alone time with me?â Colter asked.Â
âYou donât ask questions like âhow could you let this happen?â and âwhat about my future grandbabies?â and âyou know your cousinâs wedding is coming up, we can always tell friends of the family Jonathan is on a business tripâ.â
Colter looked a little confused.Â
âOne on my dadâs side. Sheâs not exactlyâŚthrilled about single women when they could have had the whole âbig white weddingâ.â
Colter shrugged his shoulders, âI could always go with you.â
You laughed a little. âColter, you donât have to do that. Also, Iâve been trying to get out of going to that wedding for months. This gives me the perfect excuse.â
âWell, the offerâs always there.â
You smiled. âThanks.â
âWhat about this one?â Colter asked, showing you a photo.Â
âPut it in the maybe pile.â
You were hunting through all your photos to find ones to put in the now empty picture frames. After a week, Colter had found you going around the entire house at three in the morning, emptying all of the frames that held any pictures of yourself and Jonathan.Â
By the time you finished, you carried the last of the boxes from the garage to the attic with Colterâs help.Â
However, that just left the wedding stuff.Â
âWhat do I do with it?â
âItâs extreme but you could burn it?â
You turned to Colter. âDid Reenie text you?â
âYeah.â He admitted.Â
You turned back to the box. âItâs not a terrible idea. Though, I donât have anything to burn them in for such a big quantity. I do have a shredder. Yep, thatâll have to do.â
For the next two hours Colter handed you each placement card and wedding invitation to shred.Â
And it was there, sitting behind your sofa on the floor, with Colter, shredding wedding invitations, that you knew youâd be okay.Â
It might take a while, but youâd be okay.Â
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Wedding Invitations (2)
Summary: Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader -> You and Colter have known each other since you were 15. He was there to help you once, and he's here to help you now.
Disclaimer: This is Part Two. Fluff, maybe some light swearing. Mostly just cute fluff, with the added addition of some slightly annoying family members.
âReenie,â Colterâs voice came out a little shocked as he held up the suit in front of him. âItâs tailored.â
Reenie smiled on the other end of the phone. âYouâre welcome.â
âHow is it tailored?â
âRelax, James Bond. I have a video, remember? I sent it to Bobby and he used his magic and got your measurements.â
âWhat video-â Then Colter remembered. âPlease delete that.â
âI donât think so. Youâre veryâŚappealing to the eye, shall we say. But the look of shock on your faceâŚI think I might make it my screen saver.â
âPlease donât.â
âJust make sure to get to the venue on time.â
âI will.â
And he did.Â
However, it just took him a little longer to actually find his date.Â
But once he spotted you, he couldnât take his eyes off you.Â
You stood, dressed in the bridesmaidâs gown youâd been given, in the corner talking - or rather, being interrogated â to one of your auntâs.Â
But Colterâs breath knocked him out for a few seconds. Heâd seen you dressed up before. Heâs seen youâŚlike this before. But something just feltâŚdifferent.Â
âBut, honey, if he doesnât show, what am I meant to say? That my niece got jilted at the altar and is now making up dates? Do you know how that would look?â
âThere is more to me than being engaged,â you replied.Â
Colter smiled.Â
You frequently kept in contact with each other and over the last couple of months, you seemed happier. Certain things youâd remember when you were with Jonathan and youâd, slightly, be thankful that you were no longer together.Â
Now, you could bake whenever you liked in the kitchen, not having to be worried if it would upset his sense of smell. You could finally finish TV shows youâd been dying to watch, without fear of spoilers or someone getting bored and switching it over. You could also finally decorate your bedroom how you liked. Of course, you liked it how it was. But the small things, like the colour of the throws, and pillows, and the way you organised your clothes. It could beâŚyou.Â
When certain events came around, it hurt. Like what was meant to be your wedding day. The entire day you just walked around a garden centre looking at plants until you grew hungry and went to get a pizza.Â
You even managed to go on a couple of dates.Â
They never lasted longer than a month or so, but it was nice to have the feeling of moving on.Â
Until you got cornered by your aunt, interrogating you over your relationship status and if you had in fact made up your date for the evening.Â
Thankfully, luck was on your side because just as she was about to point out the list of pros a relationship can provide, Colter came up behind you.Â
And your aunt fell silent.Â
At first she was shocked. The fact that you did, in fact, have a date and it just so happened to be a man that looked like Colter was the first part. Then she smiled.Â
âMy goodness, didnât you strike lucky with this one,â your aunt said, talking to you.Â
Until you felt Colterâs hand on your arm. âI did.â
You smiled and leaned a little into Colter, silently revelling in your auntâs shock at his answer, rather than yours.Â
âPlease, excuse us.â
You walked Colter away from your aunt before she could quite literally jump on him.Â
âThank you for coming, nice tux by the way.â
âReenie.â
âFigured. She does know a good tailor.â
âWhat was that back there?â
âMy aunt? Oh, yeah, apparently being a tenured history professor doesnât live up to the same standing as being a married tenured history professor with a kid on the way.â
âShouldnât they be more focused on, I donât know, your happiness?â
You nodded. âMost of them are, but thereâs just the odd few who donât realise how deep theyâre actually digging their knives.â
Colter studied you for a moment. âAre you okay?â
You looked up at him. âItâs been a long day.â
âItâs two in the afternoon.â
âI have been up since four am, I feel like Iâve been poked, prodded, burned, scratched and pinched on every surface of my body. God only knows how Ida is feeling, and sheâs the bride. I just hope they start the wedding soon because my feet are killing me.â
You lowered your hand to meet your raised ankle, to rub at it for a moment.Â
âDonât you wear heels for work?âÂ
You nodded. âI do. But theyâre broken in. These are not.â
âBut I thought-â
âLast minute change.â You quickly explained. âEither way, Iâm glad youâre here. Thank you for coming.â
âNo need. I was in the area.â
âHow was the case?â
âQuick, easy. Stolen car. The husband reported it missing, but it turned out his mistress had stolen it because he still hadnât left his wife.â
âWow.â
âI was there when they had the argument. Got heated, let me tell you that.â
An hour later, the ceremony started and Colterâs eyes rarely left you. People laughed and cried during the speeches and you couldnât have looked happier for the couple. However, the minute it was over you found Colter before he could find you in the sea of wedding guests.Â
And for the next forty minutes whilst the new bride and groom shared some alone time surveying their venue, yourself and Colter found two seats at the back of the hallway.Â
From your purse you pulled out a small pile of plasters.Â
âHere, let me.âÂ
Colter tore some of them open whilst you angled your foot to place them on the growing hot spots. However, just as you placed your feet down on the ground, thankful to feel the flat floor, your aunts seemed to have jumped out from the corner beside Colter.Â
And you were both subject to different questions until they finally opened up the doors to the dining hall.Â
âThank god, Iâm starving.â
Colter managed to get yourself and him around the crowd to find your seats. Youâd been placed at table four with a couple of the other bridesmaids and their partners.Â
For most of the night, it ran smoothly. You ate, drank, danced. All in all it was a fun evening. You listened to the different speeches made by the parents and new in-laws.Â
However, when couples were dragged onto the dancefloor, you were fully prepared to sit that section out. Until Colter reappeared from the gents toilets, just past the bar, and lowered his hand to you.Â
âColterâŚâ
âItâs just dancing.â
It took you a moment before you placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you towards the dancefloor.Â
Holding you in his arms, his hand enveloped yours by his chest whilst his other hand remained securely on your back, your own hands in his and on his shoulder.Â
For a while, you both danced. Slowly, holding each other closer. Until Colter shocked you by dipping you slowly with the song.Â
And you smiled.Â
And so did he.Â
Bringing you back to your feet, he spun you close to his body before pulling you back in.Â
âI donât know if Iâve said this already, but thank you. For coming, I mean.â
Colter smiled, leaning down. âYou never have to thank me for coming to you.â
âI do mean it, though.â You told him. âI could have made up an excuse or found someone else. You didnât have to say yes, and you did, and IâmâŚglad. Thank you.â
âDo you have anything else to do? For the wedding?â
You shook your head. âNot unless Ida needs to go to the bathroom.â
âCanât the other girls help her?â
âWhy are you asking?â
âWant to get out of here?â
Usually, you would have said ânoâ, but something changed when you looked at Colter. So, you replied.Â
âYes. But let me say goodbye, first.â
Colter nodded, letting you go for a moment whilst you walked around the dance floor to where Ida was standing by her table, finding her drink.Â
âDonât do anything I wouldnât,â Ida smiled as she looked over your shoulder and back to you.
After that, you grabbed your bag and found your hand in Colterâs as you both made your way out and away from the wedding.Â
Colter helped you into the passenger seat of his truck, closing your door for you. By the time he got into the driverâs seat, you already had one of your heels off.Â
It wasnât long before Colter was pulling up alongside his home, and grabbing the small bag of groceries from the back whilst you hooked your heels through your fingers, hitched up your dress and carried the pizza box inside.Â
Shutting the door behind you, Colter came back out from his home and took the box from you before helping you up the stairs.Â
By the time he closed the door behind him, you were already pulling the pizza box open as you sat down by the table.Â
âSo they just had one delivered to the classroom?â
You nodded. âYep. It was the final day and they did share, so I let them off with a warning. Itâs fun to have cake delivered to the classroom, but itâs also not school policy to have food delivered during class time.â
âSounds like I missed a party.â
You laughed before taking a bite of your pizza.Â
It wasnât long before you found yourself snooping around Colterâs place, leaving him sitting at the table, watching your every move.Â
âYou have a mug from every state? Hey, wait a minute.â
Colter hung his head to cover the smile creeping up on his face before he looked back at you. He tried his best to remain guiltless, but you could practically smell it on him.Â
âThis is my mug.â
âIs it?â
âThis is my mug that has been missing for three months.â
âThree months? Sure you didnât just leave it at work?â
âThis is my mug that you stole-â
âStole?â Colter asked. âYou should have set up a reward.â
â-from my home.â You gasped a little, trying to hide your smile. âOh, Colter. I never pegged you for a thief.â
âFinders keepers, I say.â
âOh,â you said, your eyes never leaving Colter as he stood and walked closer to you. âThe Rewardist is calling finders keepers now, is he?â
âI believe he is. Considering you never set up a reward.â
âBecause I thought I lost it.â
âOh, well in that case.â Colter plucked the mug from your hands before placing it back on the shelf in pride of place. âItâs still lost.â
âOh, really?â
He shut the door. âReally.â
However, when Colter looked back at you, you felt something shift. It felt silent in the camper. Too silent. And yet somehow, too loud. You were suddenly aware of your own breath, trying to find a way to keep it controlled in order to avoid suspicion until you noticed Colter seemed to be, albeit more subtly than you, doing the same thing.Â
However, just as you felt yourself leaning in a little and seeing Colter doing the same, it was like something pulled you back into reality.Â
Cleaning your throat, you placed your gaze anywhere else. Or, at least, the very least, you tried. Every other second, your eyes flashed back to him as you both leaned against the counter and dared not look at each other.Â
âI better-â
âYeah.â
However, despite that awkwardness passing when Colter jumped into the shower and you had full access to snoop. You found a picture of himself, his brother and his sister. By the looks of it, his mom had made them all pose for it. And it didnât look like it was that long ago.
âWow.â
âWhat?â
âThis your brother?â
Colter paused for a moment. âMaybe. Why?â
âHeâs hot.â
Colter tried his best to hide his groan. âPlease donât tell him that. Itâll only inflate his ego.â
You chuckled softly. âRelax, Colt. Itâll just be our little secret. Besides, heâs a little tooâŚburly, for my type.â
âBurly?â Colter asked, trying his best to not let his smile show in his voice. But you heard it.Â
âDoesnât mean I canât enjoy the view though. Your mom seemed to strike gold with her children.â
Colter paused for a split second, not holding back the smirk. âAre you saying Iâm good looking?â
âShit,â you thought to yourself. âDonât let it inflate your ego, Shaw.â You told him. âJust because youâre notâŚunpleasant to look at.â
The shower cut off and a moment later, the shower door opened causing you to turn around and face Colter as he stepped out, sweeped up in steam whilst his towel remained securely wrapped around his hips.Â
âUnpleasant?â Colter repeated.Â
âYou have niceâŚâ you swallowed, taking in the picture in front of you. Colter. Shirtless Colter. Wet hair, smelling great, shirtlessâŚColter. âEyes.â you forced yourself to finish, whilst also forcing your eyes to look at his face.Â
But he caught you staring.Â
He half smiled coyly.Â
âEyes, hm. Never heard that one before.âÂ
Turning around, you found yourself watching him and his back, partly memorising the small scars you saw littering his back before he turned back around and closed the door.Â
Ten minutes later, it was you being his bedroom door getting changed. However, the struggle came with your dress.Â
âColter?â
âYeah?â
âI need your help.â
You slid open the door. âMy dress. Can you do the zip?â
âOh, yeah. Sure.â
Walking closer, Colter found the top of the zip and pulled it down watching it loosen around your shoulders and hips before it reached the bottom.Â
âThanks.â
Colter cleared his throat a little as he closed the door on you once more to let you get dressed.Â
When you opened it again, you were dressed in a t-shirt and what looked to be Christmas pyjama bottoms.Â
Your hair that had been styled for the wedding was now a little messier, but out of your face a little more.Â
And at some point between brushing your teeth and arguing with Colter over which movie to watch, you fell asleep beside him.Â
Little did you know, everything would change when you woke up.Â
A small sliver of light was coming in through his blinds, lighting up the side of your face in a warm glow of the first breath of the morning sun. And all Colter could do was watch you for a moment.Â
You were so still and calm. No thought process that made your brows furrow or made you rub your hands across your face. Not worrying about getting up early or grading papers or teaching a class was only taking it for the credit rather than the actual joy of the subject.Â
You were justâŚyou.Â
âAre you watching me sleep?â
âYou look peaceful.â
âOnly seems fair. I watched you.â
âI knew it!â
âShut up.â You laughed a little, digging your head further into the pillow. âWhat time is it?â
âEarly, Iâd guess.â
âHow early? Because if itâs before eight, then Iâm using you to block out both the light and the cold.â
Colter turned over and looked at his watch.Â
âItâs before eight.â
You groaned and when Colter turned back around, it looked like you were wishing for the bed to swallow you whole.Â
âCome here.â
Scooching closer, Colder wrapped the blankets, along with his arm, around your back before allowing you to lower your head against his chest.Â
âYou really are like a hot water bottle.â
âThank you?â
âYouâre welcome.â
After a few moments of silence, which included Colter unknowingly tracing patterns on your back with his hand that lay under you, you asked him a question.Â
âWhere did you get your scars from?â
âHmm?â
âThe scars on your back. Theyâre small, but theyâre deep. Where did you get them?â
âSince when did you know how deep a cut was?â
âIâm a History Professor.â You told him. âIâve seen plenty of case pictures.â
Colter smiled a little before nodding and explaining a couple of them.Â
âOkay, so what about this one?â
Your finger lightly traced an old bullet wound on his shoulder.Â
âBullet wound.â
âWhat?!â
âRelax, it wasnât fatal.â Colter assured you. âHurt. But it was a clear wound.â
âI canât believe you got shot.â
âTwice.â
âWhat?â
âAnd thatâs just recently.â
âDo you make it a habit of getting shot?â You asked him.Â
âI try not to.â
And then there was that look again. Except this time there was no turning away. There was no escaping to a shower or bathroom. Mostly because, well, you were interlinked.Â
But also becauseâŚyou didnât want to.Â
Laying beside Colter, it made you feelâŚcalm. And for the first time, you didnât want to turn away.Â
So when Colter pulled away for a moment before leaning in further, accepting your nod, you let his lips meet yours.Â
It was shy at first. New. Uncertain. Youâd both been friends for over twenty years and in the blink of an eye, you were kissing him.Â
But then, something broke. Or, rather, moulded into place.Â
You pulled Colter closer, holding the side of his face. Whilst his own hands pressed you closer to him before one creeped up towards your own face, through your hair and back down your back.Â
After that, it felt like your body was moving independently, or maybe with your mind.Â
Pushing up, Colter rolled onto his back, still holding onto you before you managed to move to straddle him, your hands running down his chest before he shot up to meet you once more in a kiss where your arms stretched over his shoulders just as his own hands were beginning to make a mess of your hair, letting it down from the scrunchie you had thrown it up into.Â
However, before things could go any further, a call came through Colterâs phone.Â
Looking to his bedside desk, you looked back at him and for a moment, you wished it would stop. But then, reality hit.Â
âYou should answer that.â
âWait.â
âAnswer it, Colter. It could be important.â
It took Colter a moment but he stretched back as you climbed off him, escaping out of the bedroom as he answered it.Â
âHey Teddi,â
Forgetting your shoes, you grabbed one of Colterâs sweaters and made your way outside, being hit with fresh, but very cold air that was as close to a cold shower as you could get for the time being.Â
However, it wasnât long until Colter opened up the door and walked down the steps to where you were pacing back and forth.Â
âI-Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have- we-we shouldnât have-â
âShouldnât we have?â
âShould we have?âÂ
âI donât regret it, if thatâs what youâre asking. Do you regret it?â
âNo. At least, not yet.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
You stopped pacing and faced him. âWhat is this, Colter? Because I donât have any answers. And weâve been friends for, what, twenty years? I didnât even see this coming. I- did you see this coming?â
Colter had to speak truthfully. âNot exactly.â
âSee. SoâŚwhat do we do? Do- areâŚare we meant to forget it? Do we move on?â
âDo you want to move on?â
You shook your head. âColterâŚI donât know what to do.â
âMaybe we donât have to know.â
You looked at Colter. âYou do know me, right?â
Colter smiled a little and walked closer towards you, albeit a little slower than normal.Â
âI do,â he nodded. âWhich is why I am going to ask you this. Not thinking of anything else, not thinking of how it will change things, did you want to kiss me?â
âYes,â
âAnd not thinking about that, would you want to do it again?â
âColterâŚâ You could feel yourself blushing, hard, as Colter got closer to you.Â
âJust answer the question,â he smiled reassuringly, his voice a little softer.Â
âMaybeâŚyes.â
âAnd if I asked you that tomorrow night,â Cotlet took one of your hands in his, slowly, before picking up your second.âCould I take you out on a date, what would you say?â
âYes.âÂ
âThen, tomorrow night, at seven oâclock, can I pick you up from your home and take you out on a date?â
You finally met Colterâs eyes fully, for the first time, since you were lay in bed.Â
âYes.â
Colter smiled, leaning in closer. âCan I kiss you again?â
âYes.â
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Stay: Colter Shaw x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging: @kmc1989
Itâs been three months since Colter last had his hands on you, since he made love to you in the Airstream, the sound of rain pattering on the roof. He remembers falling asleep tangled up in you, his fingers combing lightly through your hair, his heart thundering against yours.
He also remembers waking up alone, his hand smoothing over the vacant space as he sighed because heâd always been the one that left and he hadnât realised just how bad that felt until it happened to him.
Itâs over coffee that morning that he sits, watching the droplets cascade down the windows and thinks about why itâs different with you.
Other women donât touch him the way that you touch him, their fingertips donât stroke over his scars with the same reverence. When they kiss him, they do it like they want to possess him, to own him but with you itâs always soft, always teasing, never lingering. You understand he canât be tied down because youâre like that yourself, wild, untamed, free.
Thatâs why he takes you to bed again tonight, why he has you underneath him, thighs gripping his hips as he thrusts into you with a tenderness he reserves for no one else. Everyone before you was just sex, a way of scratching an itch but with you itâs more, itâs always more because you understand the shit heâs been through, because youâve been through something similar yourself.
You were the Katniss Everdeen of New Mexico, youâd told him one night around the campfire outside. Only with a lot more cult mixed in.
Your head tips back into the pillow as he hits that sweet spot, your core tightening around him, fingertips digging into his skin. His palm comes to rest on your throat, his fingers guiding your gaze back to his because he needs to see those eyes at the height of climax and he needs you to see him.
When you come itâs the most beautiful damn thing heâs ever seen. More radiant than the stars in the night sky or the quiet of an untouched forest.
His forehead comes to rest upon yours as he spills his release inside you, his thumb chasing over the blush of your cheek. There is nothing more intimate than this moment, the sensation of giving himself over to you completely.
Stay, he wants to whisper against your lips as his nose trails over yours, stay right here with me.
But he doesnât because you wonât, the same way he wonât stay for you.
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The Maybe Girl: Colton Shaw x Reader (NSFW)
Tagging: @kmc1989 @inlovewithcharmers @mckinleysbones @rex-the-dino @ahoodgirl
Companion piece to:
Stay (NSFW) - Colter can never ask for you to stay.
Sometimes Colter dreams about you. His hands running through your hair, his lips chasing all over your skin as your head tips back and you say his name. Those are the mornings he wakes up with a hard on he has to take care of in the shower because those dreams, theyâre memories, ones that are scored upon the surface of his heart. He jerks off to the image of your mouth encircling him, that sinful look in your eyes when you know heâs close, so close heâs about toâŚ
Thereâs the other dreams, of course, the ones he would never reveal to a living soul. A white dress and a cabin in the woods, a couple of dogs. Youâre both too fucked up for a traditional relationship and children arenât on the cards but it doesnât stop Colter from hoping that maybe one day youâll both settle down together. He canât see it happening anytime soon but eventually, when you both get your shit together.
âIâm your Maybe GirlâŚâ You had said one night when you were laying on your stomach in his bed. He was doodling patterns across your skin, connecting the constellations of scars when youâd finally spoke.
âMaybe Girl?â Heâd questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he tilted his head to read your features.
âYou knowâŚâ You say, meeting his eyes. âThe one you tell yourself you may have a future with so you can avoid any other commitments.â
âThatâs notâŚâ He trails off, pursing his lips together when you give him that knowing look. âI donât think of it as a maybe.â
For Colter itâs an inevitability. Heâs been in love with you for years at this point and heâs confident youâre in love with him. Itâs why you tell him your secrets by the light of the campfire, the things youâve never told anybody else
âOh.â You say, looking troubled. âColter, I canât give you anything more than thisâŚâ
âI know.â Heâd whispered, his thumb tracing lightly over the apple of your cheek. âBut maybe someday you can.â
Itâs the wrong thing to say, he knows that now. Sometimes he gets so caught up in you he canât help but express his feelings but you, youâre like a skittish animal. You need to be approached carefully, with caution because for you commitment is entrapment.
Itâs marrying a man your father chooses for you at the age of fifteen, one three times your age and an elder of the cult he joined because your mother died and he canât cope with his teenage daughter. Itâs hunting in the woods for survival to feed children that arenât your own, ones that you can never have because that first time was so violent that  it ruined you.
You donât even bother to slip out when heâs asleep that night. You just get up, gather up your clothes and go.
He doesnât follow because he understands that urge to escape, especially when you feel overwhelmed. Thatâs why his father called him The Restless One.
When you appear outside his airstream tonight he doesnât expect it. Itâs been six months since he last laid eyes on you and heâs parked in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the next reward to come through.
âI canât be your Maybe Girl,â is the first thing you say to him, the rain pouring down as you stand outside, soaking wet.
âHow about you be the girl that comes in to get dry?â He suggests as he steps out of the way revealing the warm glow of the airstream. âThe girl I make tea for because thereâs a chill in the air and Iâm terrified of her catching hypothermia.â
You step inside, leaving a trail of wet clothes that leads directly to his shower. He sighs as he picks them up, hanging them up to dry over the cupboard doors in the kitchen before he goes through his slender wardrobe and picks out the shirt you like to wear. Itâs a soft faded grey, one heâs had since long before he bought airstream. The only reason he hasnât thrown it out yet is because he knows how much you like it.
âAre you going to join me?â You call from the bathroom and he envisions you naked underneath the water, the droplets trailing over your skin. He lays the t-shirt down on the bed and he wonders if youâll stay tonight or if heâll find that it neatly folded on the table were he eats as if it had never been worn.
âYea.â He calls through, pulling off his own shirt and tossing it in the hamper. âJust give me a sec and Iâll be right there.â
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A Scary Bad Time
Pairing: Benjamin "Benny" Miller x gn!reader
Words: 2.2k
Rating: G, nothing spicy here peeps. This fic just shows off the golden retriever energy that this man radiates.
Summary: You agree with to go to a haunted house with your fiance. Nearing the end, you realize that the whole thing is way too much for you to process and handle.
Author: Mod Crow
Author's Note: This story using the July prompt list from @thepromptfoundry, this fic specifically is using print #8, sensory sensitivity. I don't have the disorder that I chose to write about, so if one who reads this does, please feel free to correct me! The disorder in question is Sensory Processing Disorder, if you would like to learn about SPD, follow the link below.
Info on SPD: https://www.rileychildrens.org/health-info/sensory-processing-disorders
Dipping your hands back into your cardiganâs pockets, your fingers instantly finding the flat, smooth stone that you always kept there. Normally youâd take your fianceâs hand when you started feeling overwhelmed, but he wasnât next to you at the moment. He was buying tickets while you held your spots in line for entry. Turning towards the ticket booth, you looked through the line trying to see him. When you didnât see him in line however you could feel your chest tighten. You could feel yourself getting close to that edge, but that was until you saw the familiar brown hair and blue eyes and -arguably your favorite part of his face- his smile.Â
âSorry about the wait, sweetheart, the couple in front of me started arguing.â Benny slung his arm on your shoulders and gently pulled him into his side. You couldnât help but lean into his body, the warmth he radiated was nice in the cool October evening air. But it wasnât just the warmth, it was him. The fact that was simply touching you was more than enough to bring down the residual anxiety that was left over from just moments ago.Â
You looked up to Benny, chin resting on the side of his chest. âYou promise to stay right beside me the whole time right?â You puffed out your bottom lip ever so slightly, just enough so that you were giving him your famous puppy dog face, or as he likes to call it the âdefinition of having to say yesâ.Â
You scanned his face as he looked at you, he offered back a soft, honest smile, âOf course sweetheart. If they try to take you from me Iâll fight them.â Hearing him chuckle at his joke made you giggle in response. âItâs nice to know that not only is my soon-to-be-husband handsome and funny, but heâs also a body guard.âÂ
By the time Benny returned and you had your chance to calm down, the line finally started moving. You were hoping that the line would move just slow enough that you could convince yourself that this was going to be A-okay; though something deep in the pit of your stomach felt heavy.Â
âTickets please.â the sound of the annoyed teenâs voice pulled you from your worrying brain. You looked to Benny right as he handed over the tickets, âToo late to back out now.â Taking a deep breath you put up the front that there wasnât an ounce of nerves in your body.
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Benny wasnât lying when he said heâd fight someone if they tried to split the two of you up. Right after the two of you had entered, a blood covered butcher was the first to try, and the first to back down. The only other person who tried was a little girl who had dressed as a haunted, cracked porcelain doll. Benny hadnât actually threatened the kid, but he did do a pretty great job at scaring her shitless.Â
âI told you Iâd fight whoever I needed, sweetheart.â Bennyâs voice was soft as he planted a kiss on your forehead. The two of you stood there a moment, maybe Benny realized that you werenât feeling the best, or maybe he simply wanted a moment to just yourselves. Even if that happened to be right now in a haunted house.
âWe should probably keep moving before others come walking through.â You step back just enough to show that you were okay to continue. Benny studied your face for a moment, âOh no, can he tell that something is wrong?â But just as the thought entered your head, Benny was offering a soft smile before continuing through the Halloween attraction.Â
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According to Benny, the two of you were drawing closer to the end, but to you it looked like this thing would keep going on for the rest of your lives. Your grip on Bennyâs jacket sleeve at this point was in a white knuckled, death grip. Youâd be damned if now would be the time that you get separated, and you knew it was getting obvious that this was quickly becoming too much.
As the two of you entered a new room -this one decorated like an abandoned laboratory- you looked around trying to familiarize yourself with the new surroundings. Benny however, was looking down at you, worried, laced throughout his blue eyes. Looking at Benny you saw his eyes,and the look on his face. As you went to calm him however, the once dimly lit room suddenly went black. The sudden darkness isnât what tipped you over the edge however, it was the feeling of someone grabbing your shoulders and giving you a little tug. At the feeling of tugging, you felt a not-so-unfamiliar pain shoot through your shoulders. Then at the sound of the whisper in your ear you realized what was happening. âIâm way beyond overstimulated,â Looking towards where you think Benny was standing, you gave an apologetic look and thought to yourself, âSorry Benji.â Squeezing your eyes shut, you could feel yourself almostâŚturn off. You no longer were in control. Shoving the person off of you, you felt your feet carry you in the other direction, the direction of the exit. Or so you hoped so.Â
With your eyes still closed you felt your body collide with other people, though you couldnât tell who was another patron, or a scare actor. After the collisions slowed, you finally opened your eyes. Looking around you could tell you were still in the haunted house, but you couldnât place where. Other than the unfamiliarity of the area, you relished in the relative quietness of the area. Walking closer to the wall, you could feel yourself coming back to your body. Touching the wall you quickly pulled away, the wall feltâŚwrong. Clenching your jaw, you drop to a sitting position and pull your knees to your chest. You buried your face in your legs, trying to calm yourself.
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He could tell something was wrong when they had the last couple of rooms. Something just felt off about you. Maybe it was the way your grip tightened on his jacket sleeve, or maybe it was the subtle way your breathing had changed. Before it was forced deep breaths and now it was ragged quick inhales. Despite having noticed the changes, and prepared for the possible shut down, he wasnât prepared for the lights to go out. Nor was he prepared for you to let go of his jacket and vanish by the time the lights came back on.
âSweetheart?â Benny looked around the small room that you had just been in. At first Benny had been relatively calm while looking for you. He had assumed you had found one of the walls of the room and were sitting there. But after walking the parameter and still not finding you, he could feel his own pulse racing. Benny knew you had a hard time in public places because of all of the senses. Going back to the middle of the room Benny stood there a moment, âIf theyâd had run towards the exit, we would have bumped into each other. So that meansâŚâ Looking towards the way back, Benny sighed and made his way through.
Soft âsorryâs and âpardon meâs left Bennyâs lips as he made his way through the crowd. As he walked through the haunted house backwards, Benny noticed the areas that allowed the scareers to hide from view. Walk past each one he would dip his head around the corner and scan the area. The deeper he made it back into the attraction, the more worried he grew for youâŚand how angry he was at himself. He had promised to not let the two of you get split up, and what was he doing right now? Looking for you because he had failed you, he had broken a promise. Something he had sworn to you the day he proposed to you.Â
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âInhale for four, hold for two, exhale for six.â You kept repeating to yourself in your head, hands under the bend of your legs, fingers rubbing the obsidian worry stone that once lived in your jacket pocket.Â
âSweetheart?â At first the familiar voice and pet name didnât register in your brain. Somehow he sounded far away, yet so close at the same time. You also didnât quite register to the following calls either. It wasn't until Benny was crouched in front of you on the floor, his lips saying your name, that it registered that his hand on your arm. You had expected the touch to feel like before, red hot, razor sharp pins being forced into your skin at electric speed; but Bennyâs touch wasnât. While his touch didnât hurt like hell, it was still unpleasant, like a loose shirt on healing sunburn.
âHey, you made me even more scared than Will is with snakes.â You could tell he was trying to help by telling stupid jokes because he knew it was what you liked when you didnât feel your best. You knew he wanted a laugh, a giggle, hell, you knew damn well that heâd even take that huff of air that sometimes happens with reading something dumb, but dumb that borders on being funny. You wanted to give that Benny, you really did. What you didnât want to do though, was lie about how youâre feeling.Â
Shutting your eyes, you move one of your shaking hands to your pocket and drop the smooth stone. Once empty, your hand retreats from the pocket and joins along your other hand, atop your knees. With your hands on your knees, you take a couple of breaths in an attempt to quell the shaking in your hands and the pounding in your chest. As you took your last deep breath, you opened your eyes and locked them with Bennyâs bright blue ones.Â
âThank you for finding me,â You smiled softly, in an attempt to help you convince Benny that youâre okay. âOh and Iâm sorry about that whole, running off thing.â You joked weakly. You could tell that your joke wasnât helping calm your worried fiance. Thinking for a moment you decided to reach out and take Bennyâs hands. Once you had his hands in hand, you brought them back to rest on your knees. Without talking, you opened his hands and studied them, running your fingers over the prominent lines at first, before turning over his hands to do the same with the scars that were scattered over his knuckles from the years of boxing.Â
After a silent moment you looked at Benny once again, though this time he wasnât staring at you. Well at least not at your face, instead his eyes were glued to where the two of you were tangled, your hands. Detaching one of your entangled hands, you lifted it to rest on Bennyâs cheek. Running your thumb along his cheek you watched as he lifted his blue eyes from your hands, to yours. As you looked at each other you felt Benny pull one of his hands away. Once his hand was in your peripheral, you looked at it and followed it to its resting point. On top of yours.Â
âSweetheart, are you okay? What happened back there?â You could tell Benny was still worried, and you knew he wouldnât feel one hundred percent better till he knew the truth. The whole truth. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.Â
âBenji,â He knew that tone and nickname from the times you were crying, or was giving bad news. âYou know how Iâm sensitive toâŚwell everything?â You watch as he nods, him almost knowing that his talking might be too much for you right now. âWell thereâs more to it than that. I have sensory processing disorder, SPD. Iâm more sensitive to things. To me sometimes sounds are way louder than they really are, and sometimes light touches feel like slaps.â You take a moment, the sound of your own voice becoming too much.Â
âWh-What happened in there doesnât happen often. The last time that happened I was a sophomore in high school. I had to give my baby presentation in home economics, and during my presentation a couple of babies went off -mine included- and it became too much. I dropped my papers and kinda speed walked out of the class.â Hearing Benny chuckle helped calm you.Â
The two of you sat, hidden behind a fake wall, for a while. Just talking. By the time a worker had found the two of you, you were perfectly content. Benny helped you to your feet and dusted off the dirt on your butt and back. Benny led the way to the entrance -since the two of you were closer to that than the exit- you followed happily behind.
 Once out of the attraction, he led the way to his car. From there the two of you drove around till dawn, talking over the soft music of the carâs radio. Once the yawns started Benny was quick to get home. He was even quicker to get you from your side of the car, unlock the door and let you in. Not only was it quick for him to help strip you of your date clothes, but also help you find your way to your bed. He wrapped his arm around you the second your legs were on the bed, pulling you in close. He kissed the side of your face to the best of his ability, and whispered an âI love youâ. As soon as the words left his mouth you slipped off to dreamland.
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Imagine Pope telling Benny you've gone missing while on a stakeout
"Come on man, why all the cloak and dagger?" Benny jibed, "you're going to have to tell us why we're here anyway. Why did we have to follow some ridiculous instructions to get here."
"'cause we're all probably being watched, I couldn't risk anything else going wrong with this mission."
"What do you mean?" Frankie questioned. The atmosphere suddenly got very thick and uneasy.
"I um, so-" Santiago paused, unsure of how to start.
"Spit it out Pope." Tom jumped in.
"Okay, so you know I mentioned the set timings they brought people in, under the cover of night so they had more privacy?" the silence continued, "so with them knowing who I am. I needed to bring in a face they wouldn't bat an eyelid at..."
All four men wore heavy set expressions, cogs turning in their minds at where Santiago was going with this. Benny shared a look with his brother. Not liking where this was going.
"So I called in some help. Just know I didn't force this okay. I asked for a favour."
"Christ man. Spit it out." Will snapped. Not liking how sheepish Santiago was acting.
"It's Y/N. Okay she was doing some night recon for me and two days ago she went radio silent. And we had a strict agreement to check in once every 24 hours. So I knew she was okay." Santiago blurted out.
"Are you fucking kidding?" Benny asked, not sure how to take the news.
"I can't tell you how much I wish I was Ben. I'm sorry."
All five men had a soft spot for you. Having known you for a number of years. Friendships had developed across continents with them. They all cared about your safety as they did each other. Spending time both on the battlefield and at home. You'd even moved cities to be closer to the group. Since then spending a huge chunk of your time with the Miller brothers. Well. One to be particular. Benny and you had a different kind of relationship. One that had never progressed from the gooey eyed longing looks at one another from across the pool table. Among every other place you guys hung out. You supported him ringside at every match. Cheering him on and giving him the push to fight just that little bit harder. Earning you the title of good luck charm after Bennys fourth win in a row once you started coming along.
Saying that you had a special place with all of the guys. You were a constant with Frankies family. Supporting his wife while Frankie had his drug charges cleared up.
You even introduced Will to his fiancĂŠe.
Tom had listened to your advice on how he would be able to start repairing his relationship with his daughter. Resulting in them going on their first dad-daughter camping weekend.
Pope had always been a bit of an enigma with the group. But you too had a special place with him. You helped him hash out many a crazy idea. Toning them down when he got too into the idea of taking down huge conglomerates widely known to be untouchable.
"Fuck. Where was she last supposed to reach you?" Benny asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"She always called my phone from a payphone just outside the market. At two o'clock. But that last two days I've heard nothing."
"Where was she staying?"
"At a hotel on the outskirts of town, room 203. Self catering kind of deal."
"Right, Fish and Will. Go to that payphone and see if there's any sign there. I'm going to stay put see if she turns up here. Benny-"
"Go to the hotel. Got it."
The boys sprung into motion. Grabbing what they needed and heading for the truck they arrived in.
"Benny, I'll drop you off at the hotel." Santiago offered, earning a nod from Ben.
He followed closely behind Santiago. Still on the fence about whether he should give him an earful in the car of the way.
"She better be alright."
"I know. You're gonna kick my ass if she isn't."
"Damn right. But I know you didn't do this on purpose."
The ride was pretty quiet from then on. Both men itching to get to the hotel to confirm their hopes.
Benny couldn't help but scan everyone's face as they passed. Hoping she would just appear on a street corner unharmed.
Pulling up in the car park to the hotel. Benny was out the door even before Santiago could turn off the engine. Scanning the room numbers he headed for the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he followed the descending numbers. 213, 212, 211... Round the corner to the side of the block. He continued, 206, 205, 204... Pausing as he locked eyes on 203. Bracing himself for the worst he reached to twist the door handle, light pressure made the already opened door swing fully open.
Letting out a quiet whistle. Signalling to Santiago, Benny reached for the pistol he had stashed in the back of his trousers. With the curtains pulled the room was dim, when he didn't immediately spot you his guard remained on high alert. The room didn't look trashed. But it didn't exactly look neat and tidy. There was some semblance of disarray.
Benny recognised your belongings though. The notebook you always scribbled in. The snacks you never went anywhere without. He even recognised one of his boxing sweatshirts in the messy bed.
Relaxing his stance, Santiago took over scanning the rest of the room. Benny looked through the ripped up paperwork on the bed, seeing you'd made notes about the targets for him. Santi headed for the bathroom, to cover all bases.
"Benny get in here now!" Santiagos voice jolted Benny out of his thoughts.
Preparing himself to see something he didn't want to, he practically ran into the bathroom. Almost tripping over a crouching Santi. Who was hovering over your unconscious figure slumped in between the wall and the toilet bowl.
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MY BUNNY VALENTINE
( Benny Miller x F!Reader )
Summary: When Benny says heâs just heading out, you donât expect him to return with a big surprise.
Rating: Mature 18+
Warnings: Language, mentions of food, biting, dry humping, slapping if you squint, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), biting, marking, no use of Y/N
Word Count: 3.3k
It was one of those rare occasions where Benny didnât wake you up when he woke up. He got up and pulled on his gym gear when his phone pinged from his side of the bed, his eyes flicking to you even though you hadnât even moved.
The corner of his lips quirked when he read the message and for today, he saw it best to kill two birds with one stone and go to the gym to catch up with his other boys. Coming back with a morning brew, he shook you gently. He should have anticipated your reaction as you groaned, burying yourself further into the duvet.
âBunny,â his voice was soft as he brushed the hair from your face.
Your brows knotted before your eyes opened to thin slits, lids still heavy.
âBenny?â
You croaked on your enquiry, it was early, far too early.
âIâm heading out to the gym, gonna do a couple of things while Iâm out, want anything?â
You yawn, âIâm good, thanks.â
Your eyes fall shut and he watches as your head sinks deeper into the pillow. Leaning forward, he kisses your crown before he steps out of the room, closing the door with his lightest touch.
When you finally came to, his apartment was quiet. Pulling on your t-shirt and the nearest pair of sweatpants, you stagger from the bedroom, rubbing your eyes. You call his name a few times, peeking into his office and gym before accepting the fact he wasnât home. Checking your phone, the late morning time reflects back at you.
Heâs usually back by now⌠unless he did a longer session?
Youâre not one to message to ask where the hell he is but when you rummage around the kitchen, finding nothing satisfactory, you find a reason to get in contact.
âLunch?â
You put your phone in your pocket, you feel the weight of it fall further than usual. Looking down, you realise the difference in fabric before your brain finally processed you were wearing his - more caffeine was needed.
As you waited for the water to boil, there was a chirp.
âAlready sorted darlin đâ
You react with a heart, Benny knew you too well.
On your days off, especially at the boysâ places, you do your best to relax and much to Bennyâs annoyance, youâd really gotten into playing on his Switch. You took the controls from him so much, heâd just added your name to his device and watched as you replay everything heâd already done, teasing you just a little for not being as good.
Keys jostled in the lock and you immediately pause the game, jumping from your seat.
His face lit up when he saw you, âHey, Bunny.â
âHey, need some help?â
âIf you donât mind taking these,â he hands you a few bags, âthereâs one more thing I need to get from the car.â
You peek into the one bag to see whatâs for lunch.
âIâll dish up,â you say, wandering to the kitchen.
There were a few places Benny liked to go to so it was always exciting to see what he picked up. You pull out a glass bottle of fizzy orange and instantly knew heâd been to the truck not far from the gym. The second bottle was lemon and there were two intricately wrapped, somehow still warm burritos. You open up a cupboard, balancing on your tiptoes as you went to get plates, the door slammed behind Benny as he came back in.
âHappy Valentineâs Day!â
You gasp.
Leaning from behind the door, you see him, his face taken over by his white smile whilst the rest of him was hidden behind a giant bunny plush.
âItâs huge!â
âI know,â he was chuckling as your face remained stunned. âYou gonna come get it?â
Giggling, you run over to him and he handed it over. The fluffy texture engulfed you and you found yourself snuggling deeper into itâs softness, taking a big breath in to smell itâs crisp clean smell, the faintest hint of his aftershave clinging to the fibres.
âWhere did you find this?â
âJust a random secondhand store, it was in the window and I couldnât resist.â
âI bet you got some looks.â
Oh, he did but the moment he mentioned it was for his girlfriend, peopleâs expressions changed except the woman at the cleaners. She was not impressed when he turned up, asking if there was any possibility they knew how to clean this bunny. Rolling her eyes, she snatched the bunny from him and said two weeks, handing him a scrap of paper with an amount probably double the price it should be.
He flicked the ears out of the way so he could catch your sparkling eyes.
âIt was worth it.â
The temperature rose in your cheeks and you found yourself trying to hide even more behind the stuffed toy.
âKnow what youâre gonna call him?â
You were slow to respond.
âMr Bunny,â you finally said.
He cocked his head to one side, âI was expecting something a little more imaginative.â
âHeâs wearing a bowtie, heâs a sophisticated gentleman.â
Benny hums, nodding though he was pandering to you with a smirk on his face. You huff, turning on your heels and heading back to the kitchen.
âFine,â you glance over your shoulder, âme and Mr Bunny will eat the burritos and you can make yourself something.â
âHey, I worked hard for that burrito!â
For the rest of the day, you barely moved from the couch, except for freshening up when Benny insisted the pair of you at least walked around the block and you also handed back his sweatpants. After that, you found yourself snuggled up with him one side and the newly appointed Mr Bunny on the other.
Benny was beginning to regret his decision in getting you that giant teddy.
Sure, a little part of him had wanted to one up his brother ever since Will won you a big plush Grogu at the arcade, which you then proceeded to take with you to their parents when you were threatened and ultimately ended up in a bedroom in the main house, separated from the boys in the barn. Will had never mentioned how the other teddy got in the way or maybe it was because you had something new to play with that he was only slightly starting to feel like a third wheel.
He squirmed in his seat for what felt like the twentieth time tonight.
âIs something up, babe?â
In the warm glow of the lampshade, you look up at him doe-eyed.
âNo,â he sighed before a long pause. âMaybe.â
You fluttered your lashes at him, lips piercing as one arm tightens around Mr Bunny. He hone in on the oversized teddy, his eyes narrowing.
âYouâre jealous of Mr Bunny.âÂ
You lean away from him like youâre scared heâll take it away.
âOnly a little.â
âBut why?â
âBecause youâre obsessed with him.â
âAaaw,â you say almost sarcastically, âam I starving you of attention, Benny?â
Except Benny wasnât listening, he wasnât even looking, he was fully focused on that goddamn bunny. It was the first time youâd ever seen his gorgeous green eyes go dark and his smile turned into a straight line.
âGive me the bunny,â he growled softly.
âNo,â you huff.
You make a show of shuffling yourself to the opposite side of the couch, wrapping your arms around the neck of the teddy, pouting.
What happened next is exactly how you imagined him and Will might have resolved something like this when they were younger. Benny pounced like a lion who had seen his prey and held himself effortlessly above you, boxing you in with his arms and legs.
Squealing, you go to fight back, lifting your legs ready to thrash but he pins his knees to keep your thighs together before sitting inches above the trapped limbs. Wriggling your way out is useless yet it doesnât stop you trying, your upper body writhing and twisting to try and get the teddy away from him. He watches as your expression scrunches and you moan sweetly as you attempt to escape.
He doesnât move, he simply bides his time.
It takes you a minute to realise heâs not actually doing anything to you or Mr Bunny.
First you stop, your back firmly against the cushions of the couch then you open your eyes, panting gently to catch your breath. Heâs so close your noses almost touch, staring intently as his lips form into a smug smile.
âGive me one good reason why Iâm better than Mr Bunny and I may let you go.â
You blink up at him, mouth twitching as you thought of what to say.
âOk, heâs fluffy and soft and good to snuggleâŚâ
His eyebrows raised, you were losing him.
âBut he canât fuck me like you do.â
His face instantly changed, his beaming smile returning as he leant closer and brushed the tip of his nose against yours.
âHow about we show him how itâs done?â
You giggle, loosening your grip on the teddy as his one hand came to rest over itâs face. He pulled it from between you in one motion, leaning back to tuck it into the corner where he once sat, returning his attention back to you.
âHeâs not looking at us.â
What you said sounded innocent enough but Bennyâs one eyebrow arched.
âHow else is he gonna learn?â
Chuckling, he shakes his head and repositions Mr Bunny so the plastic eyes are focused on you.
âBetter?â
He looks to you and you nod happily.
Within a second, he engulfs you, his palms pressed against your cheeks as he crashes his lips into yours. Heâs feverish, taking the air from your lungs as he forces his tongue into your mouth and roams around. Your muscles begin to loosen and you allow him to take you any way he pleases.
He finally lets you breath, moving his kisses over your chin and down your neck, hands roaming over the swell of your breasts. Your nipples harden even under your t-shirt as his fingers teased the hemline. A moan escapes your lips when he buries himself into the crook of your neck, sucking gently, hiking up the material.
Your hands instinctively chase him as he shuffles back to plant kisses on your stomach, his chin grazing the elastic of your sleep shorts. Sinking your fingers into his dirty blonde locks, he follows your pull, dragging his tongue towards to middle of your tits. He kisses the curve of one before flicking his tongue around your nipple, taking it in his mouth. You fist his hair tighter then let go when he releases it.
He sighs, âI do miss the piercings.â
The piercings lasted a few months until you found them a problem. They were aesthetically pleasing and the boys, Benny and Santiago in particular, did like them but you could never get used to them. And you thought your nipples were sensitive beforehand, now it was a whole new level.
âStill happy to play with them though,â you giggle.
He cups a nipple in his mouth again, humming, the vibrations causing your arousal to pool. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to stifle the moan, feeling him smile knowing exactly what heâd done. Releasing himself with a pop, he straightened his back and slapped your tits playfully before lifting up his legs.Â
He coiled his arms in between his thighs and guided your legs out and over his, palms moving to your hips to lift you up. Edging forward, he began to fold you in half as you wrapped your legs around his lean frame then his hips grinds against your covered pussy, a honeyed sigh comes from deep.
âFeels good, hm?â
Your eyelids flutter shut as he rolls his hips again, your head falling back to the couch.
Benny would only blame you for how hard he already was. You were pinned under his weight, grunting sweetly as you tried to overthrow him was fucking better than any opponent in the ring. He felt his cock stiffen the moment your ass ate your shorts and revealed more bare thigh, even Mr Bunny couldnât hide that one.
He slipped one hand up the leg hole, fingertips reaching for your slick folds, searching for your clit behind the damp fabric.
âOh, fuck,â you choke, lower back jolting.
Looks like he wasnât the only one who got worked up in the struggle.
Taking two fingers, he scoops your juice and softly draws circles on the bundle of nerves. You whimper, back arching to his touch as the tingling starts to spread across the muscles, your legs locking against him. He works you until youâre gasping for air, chest heaving, face burrowed into the nearest decorative cushion then suddenly he stops, slipping his hand from the confines of your shorts.
You whine at the lose of touch.
âMr Bunny doesnât want you to come yet,â he says, sucking the end of his fingers, your tang waking up his tastebuds.
âI donât think heâd say that, heâs on my side.â
He laughs, âNah, he wants to see me stretch that pussy first.â
You yelp as Benny grabs your elastic waistband and coaxes you to unlock your legs before he tugs your shorts off roughly. Tossing them to the side, you watch his hands move to his sweatpants, the small dark spot an indicator for the precum that seeped through the material. His cock swung freely as he hitched down the waistband.
He picks up your hips, resting them on his thighs as he takes one hand to his hardened length, lining it up to your opening. Running through folds, he uses your juices to lubricate his tip before pushing it gently into you. You sigh, head falling back, offering your neck for him to take as he continues to sink his cock inside.
Taking one hand from your hip, he leans forward and places the palm directly next to your cheek. Hovering over you again, he smiles, his stray hairs falling to your face and your chest begins to flush.
You feel him pulling out, the drag of his cock trapped amongst your inner walls and you wrap your legs around his lower back. The pair of you give a harmonious moan that fills the air, one that makes you forget whatever you were watching on the television. Actually, with how close he was, he took over each of your senses, making you forget you were even in a room.
Mr Bunny wasnât even an afterthought, it was nothing but Benny.
He snapped his hips, filling you to the hilt, taking your breath away in the process. Holding his cock inside, your walls flutter around his form, the warmth spreading across your belly. He goes again and again, each stroke brushing lightly against that sweet spot, the one once hit just right will have you screaming his name.
And thatâs what he wants to hear.
Heâs never been so hungry for you before. Drunk off your cute, little squeaks, high from breathing in the delicate scent of your perfume. Slowly, your own pleasure builds, the sweat clinging to your hairline as he pants hotly over your skin. Youâve had to close your eyes and drop your head to one side, concealing your melting expression from his sharp gaze.
As he draws himself out, you mewl at the lose, the grip of your legs strengthening as you chase his cock. He soothes you with a soft caress of your side before he changes his position slightly, your hips becoming a fraction higher.
âBunny, look at me.â
You peer out from the cushion, the muscles in your arms loosening. He appeared equally as flushed, the heat between you searing despite the noticeable chill in the middle of your bodies. It was a brief moment of calm then his fingers squeeze three times and all you can do is nod feebly.
âThatâs my girl,â he throws a wink in your direction.
Your girl, you blush.
Holding you steady, he seamlessly slips back into your weeping cunt and his tip presses right where he wants it.
âOh my god,â the final vowel extends.
He props himself up over you, his nose rubbing against yours. Rolling his hips, he hits the spot again sharply, catching your cry in his mouth as he kisses you. With each thrust, he captures every sweet sound you give. Your legs vibrate against him, fingers clawing helplessly at the couch as his movements grow frantic.
His teeth sink into your bottom lip as he comes up for air.
He drops his head, eyes focusing on how his length lips in and out of you with ease, your juices flowing as your pussy sucks him back down.
âBenny, Benny, fuck.â
Your stomach grows taut, your toes curling against his back.
âThatâs it, darlinâ, keep saying my name.â
How did that manage to turn you on more? The squelch of your walls as he pushed harder and harder filled the space, it was almost obscene but he was basking in it. Your arousal was spreading, sticking to the hairs that lines the end of his cock and he looked back to you. You were almost there and his eyes fell to the crook of your neck, his tongue flicking across his lips. He folded you in half to sink his teeth into your flesh.
Thatâs when the knot in you belly snapped and you came apart screaming his name.
Now he understood why Santiago bit you occasionally, the release was so intense, heâs sure his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Your pussy trapped him within your pulsating walls until you milked him dry. His jaw relaxed, a single string of saliva clinging to you as he lifted his heavy head.
You lay beneath him, chest heaving as the aftershocks continued to dance across your body legs finally giving in.
He kissed where heâd left marks on your skin, soothing laps of the tongue before his lips pressed deeper then he delivered them up your neck, your jaw. Brushing the hair from your face, he crashes into your lips and refuses to let go until youâre struggling to breath, swatting his chest with your palm.
He traces the bite with his fingertips.
âDidnât hurt you, did I?â
You cup his cheek, trailing a thumb along the bone.
âNothing I canât handle,â you say smiling.
He swiftly kisses your palm, âIâll get something to clean you up.â
Pulling out of you, he eases your back to the couch before climbing off and heading to the bathroom. You tug your t-shirt down over your breasts and sit up, bringing your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. Mr Bunny sat opposite you, had fallen forward it what you would joke was shock or an attempt to get a view but you know it was because Benny plowed you into the cushion at full force.
Who knew a giant teddy could get him so riled up.
âWant a drink?â
You looked over your shoulder as he wandered over and handed you a cool damp face cloth. Hugging the fabric to your neck, the change in temperature softens the tension you didnât realise was there.
âIâm good, thanks babe.â
âAlright, Iâll get you a water.â
You laugh, he always made sure you stayed hydrated.
Returning with two bottles of water, he opens a top and gives it to you. You happily accept, taking a sip as he lifts your legs up by the ankles and slides underneath, draping your limbs over his thighs.
He spreads you open, notes how his cum has started to dribble from your pussy. Carefully, he tucks a towel between your legs and wipes away the excess. You hum, tipping your head to the side as you watch him intently. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he meets your face to admire you in your dishevelled, post sex appearance and as always, the temperature rises in your cheeks.
âFancy a snuggle?â His head cocks to the plush beside him.
âNah,â you say, scooting your ass closer as you drape an arm over his chest, tucking your head under his chin. âHe doesnât have a stitch on you.â
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How did you forget?
Benny Miller x reader
My entire blog is 18+ MDNI
Summary: A person can forget a lot of things, but this is a new one.
Word Count: 400
Warnings: the reader being oblivious, Benny being a sexy menace, sexual innuendo, domestic fluff
Notes: Finally I have finished something for Benny. Our resident tall sweet silly man. I wanted something a little fun and sexy today. đ¤
Main Masterlist/ Benny Miller Masterlist
âItâs not that I hate whatâs happening here at all. Iâm just at a loss as to whyâŚâ Itâs not an unwelcome sight, coming home and being presented with a towering, muscular, all his tattoos exposed along with him only covered by a silk handkerchief that says happy birthday. It took you a few minutes to read it because there was plenty else to look at. His long body is draped over the black leather of the couch, making his skin appear brighter, almost like heâs glowing - if there was anyone who you knew who could spontaneously glow it would be Benjamin Miller.
âSweetheart, you forgot what today is? I know youâve been working extra shifts but it only comes around once a year.â Benny sits up on the side of the couch and lifts up the handkerchief pointing to it. âI mean sure Iâll be home naked sometimes, but thereâs a clear reason tonight.â Closing your eyes, you laugh, realizing why heâs so surprised at your confusion.
You have forgotten your own birthday.
Itâs been a busy two months with you and Benny getting settled in your new house. It finally felt lived in, decorated by the two of you. The different happy birthday texts youâd received hadnât registered the correct day either, thinking everyone was a week early. It didnât feel like your birthday, usually Benny would be dropping some hints about what you wanted or plans. You didnât remember any but also you may not have noticed, which is even worse.
âGood grief, I am so sorry baby. Thank you.â Instead of sitting next to him, you snatched the silk from him and put it around his neck before straddling him. âCome on, love. Letâs celebrate how Iâd like to. Right here. You had the right idea.â Tugging on the soft material, Bennyâs lips met your briefly before his reaching beneath your legs and hopping to his feet, holding you around his waist.
âWhen weâre on the same page like this I remember why I married you. Iâve been ready since you walked in the door sweet cheeks.â His hands shift to your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist tighter to hold on.
âThat right Mr. Miller? Well, show me the rest of the evening.â With that, Benny nuzzles your neck as he walks you both to your bedroom for a sweaty birthday night.
Peeps whoâd like to see behind the silk handkerchief â¤ď¸: @tinytinymenace @laurfilijames @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @megamindsecretlair
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KINKTOBER 2024 / Day Two
EDGE PLAY / LOVE BITES / TERATOPHILIA (@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction)
Starring: Benny Miller x F!Reader
Summary: There was only one problem youâd discovered about dating Benny Miller and that was that he loved to give you hickeys.
Rating: Fluff
Warnings: Marking, pet names, no use of Y/N, language, mentions of food/eating.
Word Count: 1.2k
There was only one problem youâd discovered about dating Benny Miller and that was that he loved to give you hickeys.
The act was cute at first, it was like being back in high school, a form of childish affection that proved that someone liked you enough to leave a mark for everyone to see. He would always give you one on the crook of your neck, occasionally on the side and in the summer months, he would place a hickey on your shoulder.
During the colder season, youâd happily allow him to decorate your inner thighs, your hips, your stomach. Heâd suckle on your skin with accurate precision and youâd gladly wear them, safe in the knowledge that no one would know.
âBenny, did you have to make it so obvious?â
You angled your head so you could get a better view of the mark developing on your neck, front and centre. Eyebrows furrowing, you questioned whether youâd be able to cover it with your concealer.
âI just want everyone to know youâre mine.â
You grumble as he envelopes you, squeezing at his elbows to bring you closer before planting a soft kiss to your temple. Looking at him in the mirror, you watch as his eyelids grow heavy, the tip of his nose pushing into your hair as he breaths you in.
âI hate you.â
Craning his neck back, he peeks at your reflection.
âNo, you donât,â he swiftly kisses your cheek, unraveling himself from you. âI gotta go.â
Where he was going was obvious, the gym branded logo on his loose vest gave it away. He readjusted his cap as he walked, snatching up the last few things he needed from the bedroom with one last look at you.
âSee you tonight,â he called from the hallway as he left.
âHave a good session!â
There was a slam that rattled the living room of your apartment, something light definitely falling over but you focused back on the love bite. Dabbing a bit of concealer, you gently rub it into your skin.
âYouâve got to be shitting me.â
You spent the day tactfully covering up your mark. At the office, you continuously rested your chin on your palm, your arm strategically placed in front of your neck. The only person to notice was the barista who made your lunchtime latte whose eyebrows quirked when he looked at you for far too long. You snatched your drink from his hand and hightailed it back to work, hiding in your walled cubicle to plot your revenge.
Benny came to find you when he heard the door.
âHey, baby, how was your day?â
He takes your face in his hands and starts to smother you in kisses.
âFine,â you say with a sigh, âother than the fact I had to cover the massive hickey on my neck.â
He froze, âYouâre mad?â
âA little.â
âDidnât you trââ
âUh-huh.â
âAnd it didnât ââ
âNope.â
âDid your boss ââ
âNo, thank good.â
âIâm sorry,â he ran his thumbs back and forth. âHow can I make it up to you?â
You grab his wrists, âTell me youâve made dinner.â
He made you his signature loaded fries even though it pained him. Benny had been surviving on meat and veg for what felt like weeks, mostly in preparation for his first fight of the month. You admired his dedication but felt his eyes on you as you delved your fork into every ingredient, moving to the opposite sofa to ensure he resisted.
âI thought you would have saved loaded fries for the weekend.â
âI could have but Iâm planning on going to all you can eat.â
âWhereâs my invite?â
You pout jokingly.
âYouâre quite welcome to join us,â he says, throwing an arm out so you can tuck snuggly into his chest. âWeâd love to have you.â
Him and the boys always followed the same post-fight ritual.
Benny chooses the restaurant, Will comes and picks him up, Santiago and Frankie meet them there. The majority of the time, they just have a couple of drinks, eat a load of good food before he returns home. There was once where Will carried Benny through the door because he somehow had too many but you never probed any further.
You didnât need to.
âI wouldnât want to step on your toes.â
He chuckles, the vibration running through his chest underneath your palm.
âIâd move them out the way before you had the chance.â
You smile sweetly up at him, see his free hand move out of the corner of your eye. He brings his index finger and thumb to your chin, craning your neck further so he can inspect the blooming love bite.
When his eyes narrow, a shiver travels quickly down your spine.
âWhat?â
Your single word query is breathy.
He tilts your head from side to side, honing in on the open canvas.
âMaybe I should give you another one⌠or two.â
Though you were cursing him for the idea, your pussy was saying something else, clenching helplessly around nothing. You whine as you think about where you put that high neckline top in your wardrobe.
He cocks his head to one side, âWould you like that?â
âNot really,â you answer in a nervous giggle.
His smile curls further, he loved how on edge he could get you when he was playing with you. Your whole body was becoming rigid, your throat bobbing as you swallowed and you looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights.
He had to keep his composure, he couldnât let you break him.
His tongue flicked over his lips, glossing their pink hue and your heart starts to race. As he begins to lean down, you place a hand to his chest in an attempt to push yourself back. He firmly locks his hand around your jaw, slowly coming closer to the right side and you put as much effort as you can to get away.
âNo, Benny!â
You manage to get your legs out from underneath you but when you place your feet on the floor, he uses his weight to bring your back to the couch. You release a sweet grunt as he gently pins your legs down with one of his, squeezing your face slightly tighter.
âStay still,â he growls.
Immediately, you swat his chest repeatedly as a last stitched attempt to get him away from you, it doesnât even hurt. What hurt was when you stuck your palm right in his face, your fingernails grazing his nostrils as he battled against you.
His other hand flies to your wrists and holds them steady, moving them a fraction so he can get to you.
You mewl as his hot breath trickles down the slope of your neck, his slicked back hair falling onto your delicate cheek.
His next move is swift, the sudden sensation of his lips against your skin, teeth scraping the surface. He soothes with his tongue before he buries himself into the crook of your neck and suckles.
You melt, sinking deeper into the couch with a honeyed sigh.
There was a twitch in his lips where he wanted to smile. Under his grip, he feels your wrist loosen and as he lets go of the other. Your head falls to meet his, your jawline lining his crown, your breath teasing his hair as he goes in for more.
Sure, Benny giving love bites was a problem but it was a good fucking problem to have.
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Home Is Where The Heart Is.
Synopsis - They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to four guys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the boys told you they loved you.
Pairing - Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller x Female Reader.
Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.
Age Rating - 18+
Word Count - 5k
Author's Note - is it weird that I have sort of compared each boy to a room in the house? maybe! but we're rolling with it, because it worked in my head. this is the first of a few fics like this, much like Tethered, Time and Tranquility - I have a few different TF boy comparison ideas. love these babies so much. <3
as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3
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You follow the laughter floating down the hallway into your backyard. Standing against the doorframe, you watch as the boys double over in amusement while Benny reenacts the time Frankie fell in your pool. Their faces are illuminated by the golden glow of the fairy lights adorning your deck, moonlight shining down.
"And none of you helped me! Hermosa had to come and rescue me! At least I know who loves me the most," Frankie chuckles, tilting back in his chair to catch your eyes.
You make your way over and kiss him on the cheek, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I don't think there was ever any debating that. You've always been my favourite," you coo, ruffling his hair gently.
"Give us a break," Benny teases. "We all know I'm your favourite, sweetheart."
Santiago scoffs and jabs Ben in the ribs, yelping when the younger man elbows him in retaliation.
"CariĂąo, put them out of their misery. Tell them I'm your favourite."
You catch eyes with Will, who's grinning at you across the table. He doesn't even have to say anything. He raises his eyebrows and winks at you, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. You can't help but smile back.
"I mean, Will is currently very high on the list, because he built this table for me today."
Everyone groans as you and Will laugh, knocking on the table to check his handiwork.
"You did a good job," Frankie praises, kicking at a leg to see if it holds.
"I built your couch!"
"You can't build a couch, Ben."
"He did! It needed assembling!"
Benny blows you a kiss, thanking you for the assist.
"I did most of the painting," Santiago chimes in.
"Until your weak ass knees gave in," Frankie laughs.
Santi shoots daggers at him, both of them chuckling.
"Me and Hermosa tiled her bathroom. That took fucking forever."
"Frankie, I told you that I'd call a guy for that, and you told me you were the guy."
"You can't tell me those tiles aren't gorgeous."
You shrug, squeezing him tight.
"You're right. They are. I admire them everytime I shower."
"Ooo, tell us more," Benny teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Pervert," you and Will say in unison, both shaking your heads.
You settle into the chair next to Frankie, popping the cap off your beer.
"I honestly don't think I'd have any furniture without you guys. This house wouldn't be a home if it wasn't for you."
All of their attention is on you, focusing as if you're the only girl in the world. You feel like it sometimes, when you're all together.
"I can't believe you've been moved in for an entire year," Santi muses. "Feels like only yesterday we were helping you unpack all those boxes."
"Time flies when you're having fun," you beam at him.
As the evening settles and the sun begins its descent, you start to think about just how many parts of the boys live in your house. The furniture, the paint, the lights. At least one of them helped you with basically every single element. You think of all the memories filled with happiness and laughter that have happened here over the last year, and your eyes well with tears. You meant what you said, earlier. Your house wouldn't be a home without them.
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The Living Room. Benny.
You're tangled with Ben on your newly assembled couch, a cheesy romcom acting as background noise. We have to test it out, he'd said. Just in case.
So here you are, nestled into his side, strong arm slung over your shoulder to pull you closer. You sip your drink, paying virtually no mind to the movie. You're making a mental list of all of the things you still need to do for the house - tile the bathroom, buy a lawnmower, paint literally every room. But the couch is a start.
"I can hear the cogs turning in that brain of yours," he laughs, pinching your side. "We're supposed to be relaxing. You know, really getting a feel for the couch."
"Right, right. Sorry," you chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder in retaliation. "Just thinking about all of the shit I've gotta do."
"Hey, we've got plenty of time. And you've got four guys ready to do whatever needs to be done. There's no rush."
Exhaling loudly, you realise he's right. There is no rush. Yes, you may have a never ending list of things you need to get done, but there's no time limit. You can take each job as it comes.
You turn your attention back to the movie, discovering that it's actually half decent. By the time you're an hour into it, you and Benny are laughing along. It's a sweet coming of age story, two teenagers falling in love for the first time.
You watch as the two characters share a kiss, all clumsy hands and unsure touches. You smile, and start to think.
"This bringing back memories, Ben?" you tease.
"Oh yeah. First time I ever made out with a girl, I couldn't get her bra undone. I was trying to give her a hickey at the same time, and I snapped the clasp against her so hard I made her bleed. Safe to say, we didn't make out again."
Both of you are crying with laughter, vibrating the couch with it.
"I can see the image so clearly. Teenage Ben with his frosted tips and his puka shell necklace. Bet you broke some hearts, huh?"
"Shut up," he chuckles. "I got tonnes of girls back then."
"I'm sure you did," you joke, pinching his cheeks.
He pinches your thigh and pulls you closer, settling back into the cushions.
"You know, I've never had one," you say after a while.
"Had what?"
"A hickey."
Ben pulls away and turns to face you, looking at you incredulously.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Never got one as a teenager. Now I'm a grown ass adult, I always warn my partners not to leave marks. Guess I just missed out on the whole hickey thing."
Ben smiles at you, mischief rife in his eyes.
"You want one?"
You quirk your brow and turn your body towards him, putting some distance between you to look at him properly.
"What game are you playing, Benny Miller?"
He laughs, and the sound makes you smile so wide it's blinding.
"No games, baby."
"No?"
"I believe getting a hickey as a teenager and having to figure out how to cover it up in embarrassment is a rite of passage. And I'm weirdly sad you missed out on it. So, I'm offering to give you that experience."
"Out of the goodness of your heart?"
"Exactly. Because I am a kind, selfless, giving guy."
You pause for a moment, watching his face carefully.
"Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you laugh. "Show me what you've got, makeout king."
He chuckles at the nickname, but grabs your thighs to pull you closer. Benny plants a knee between your legs and leans over you, using a strong hand to hold onto your jaw. You tilt your head to the side, and brace yourself for his lips.
Instead, he takes his time. He noses up your neck, and then traces the path with the tip of his tongue. He blows onto your heated skin, making you shiver. Humming at your reaction, he leans in again, and connects his lips to the spot underneath your ear, kissing it softly.
"Benny," you breathe. "Don't tease."
"Whatever you want, baby."
Benny picks a spot on the side of your neck and sucks. When he's satisfied, he grazes his teeth over the mark, and uses his tongue to soothe the sting. Your eyes roll back, and you cant your hips into his knee between your legs.
You both lose yourself in the moment, chests heaving and breath panting. You separate yourselves to look at one another for a moment, neither of you breaking the gaze.
Suddenly, you burst into a fit of laughter, unable to stop it escaping. Within seconds, Benny joins you. Before you know it, you're both crying tears of joy, sides hurting and abs aching.
"Oh shit," you choke out between giggles. "How the fuck am I gonna cover this up?"
"That's half the fun, baby!"
"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking his side. "You're the worst."
"I love you too," he grins. "You're the best."
And when the rest of the guys ask what happened the next day, you and Benny discover that you make good improv partners. No one questions your elaborate story involving the couch and a runaway screwdriver. Benny winks at you cheekily, and you can't help but smile.
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The Bathroom. Frankie.
Repeated knocking at your front door breaks you out of your reality TV induced haze. You check your phone for the time. 8:34pm.
You swing it open to be met with the sight of Francisco Morales. He has Ava perched on his hip, fluffy pink backpack held in his other hand.
"Hey, you guys. You okay?"
"Hermosa, I'm so sorry for just dropping in with no warning. I have a favour to ask."
"Anything."
"Can I bathe Ava here? We're having some sort of plumbing emergency in our bathroom, and we can't get a guy out until tomorrow. I want her to have clean hair for when I take her back to her Mom's."
You wink at Ava, who sticks her tongue out at you cheekily. You mimic her and smile, glancing back to her Dad, who looks like the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders.
"Of course you can," you assure, reaching over to grab Ava from Frankie's arms. "Come on, baby girl. Let's get you clean!"
Frankie exhales a sigh of relief, and follows the two of you upstairs, locking the door behind him.
"Frank, did you bring shampoo and stuff, or shall we just use mine?"
He unzips the backpack and pulls out a couple of bottles.
"I have shampoo, and conditioner, but no body wash or anything."
You root around in your cabinet, finding a bottle with a label that contains words like sensitive and hypoallergenic.
"Vanilla and chamomile. Is that satisfactory for you, my princess?" you tease, grinning when Ava beams at you at the nickname.
You turn the water on and start to run the bath, trying to ignore the way you can feel Frankie's eyes on you as you bend over the tub.
"Bubbles, or no bubbles?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "Right. Stupid question."
"These tiles are hideous," Frankie says from behind you.
"Thank you, Frank. Appreciate it," you tease. "I'm gonna call a guy about getting it all retiled."
"What?"
"What?"
"Don't call a guy!"
"Why not?"
"I'll do it."
You look at him in confusion, before realising he's very serious.
"Do you... know how?"
"Hermosa, it's not rocket science. We can figure it out together."
You deliberate for a moment, looking at him carefully.
"Okay. As long as you don't mind?"
"Of course I don't."
You smile at him before leaving and disappearing downstairs for a minute, trusting Frankie to watch the water.
"Where did you go?" he asks on your return.
"I just put a towel in the dryer, so it's warm when she gets out of the tub."
Frankie steps over to you and cradles your face in his hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. He's always been good at that - saying so much without saying a word.
"Princesa, you need help?" you ask, laughing as she struggles, head stuck in her shirt.
Soon enough, Ava's sat happily in all the bubbles, splashing around in the warm water. You and Frankie sit on the floor next to the tub, legs tangled and bodies pressed together. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder as he throws an arm around you.
"Thank you for this. Seriously. I don't know what we'd do without you."
"It's no problem, Frankie. I love seeing her. Wish I saw her more."
"Me too," he says quietly.
You look up at him, and grab his chin so he meets your eyes.
"You're a damn good Dad, Francisco Morales."
He goes to protest, but you cut him off.
"You are. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You're doing a good job. I mean, look at her. She's happy, she's healthy, she loves you so much. What more could you ask for?"
Frankie stares at you for a moment.
"You're right."
"Can I get that in writing?"
"Shut up," he laughs, dipping his hand into the bath water to splash you. You splash him back, and before you know it, the three of you are completely soaked. Completely happy.
You eventually get around to cleaning Ava's hair, shampooing and conditioning as carefully as you can. She loves the fact she gets to use your body wash, and slathers herself in it, making you both smile.
You wrap her in the dryer warm towel and sit her in your lap on the floor, rocking gently as she snuggles into your chest. Frankie pulls you both against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. The three of you sit for a while, peaceful and content.
"I know I don't tell you enough," Frankie murmurs. "But I love you."
"You tell me everyday, Frankie."
"I do?"
"You don't always have to say it out loud, but I know. The way you smile at me across a room, the way you always have one eye on me when we're in public, the way you trust me with Ava. You tell me you love me in a million different ways, every single day."
"I love you," he says again, surer this time.
"I love you. Both of you. So much."
When Ava falls asleep in both of your arms, you convince them to stay the night. The next day, she can't stop telling everyone about the best sleepover ever, with her Dad and her best friend.
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The Kitchen. Santiago.
You're completely in your own world. An upbeat, catchy melody hums from the radio and radiates around the room as you slide across the tiles in your socks. You grab your mixing bowl from the cabinet, picking up the bottle of vanilla extract too.
Your hips are swaying, head nodding, feet tapping along to the beat. The sunlight is beaming through the kitchen window, keeping the room bright and warm. There's flour covering every possible surface, sugar sprinkled over the counters. An array of bowls, cups and spoons litter the worktops - a visual representation of your efforts. You've barely even began baking, only just having measured your ingredients. You've set yourself up for an entire day of preparation, ready for the exciting occasion.
You're humming away to yourself, completely oblivious, when two hands plant themselves on your hips from behind. You shriek and throw your elbow backwards, connecting with the person's ribs. You spin around to face your attacker, only to be met with the sight of Santiago Garcia hunched over.
"Fuck!" he groans, clutching at his side.
"Shit! Santi, fuck. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Welcome home to me, I guess," he laughs breathlessly.
"Are you okay? Fuck, I'm so sorry, Santi. I thought you were an intruder or something. You're not supposed to be back until tomorrow!"
He smirks slowly, before winking at you.
"Surprise."
You finally calm your rapid heartbeat down enough to register what's happening. You grin at him, before running and jumping into his arms, holding onto him as tight as possible.
"I missed you so much," he breathes into your hair. "Four months is too long."
"I've been counting down the days," you whisper into his neck. "We all have."
He finally puts you down to take a good look at you.
"You look good, cariĂąo. This dress is real pretty."
"Stop that."
"Stop what?"
He knows what.
"Looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"You're just full of questions today, aren't you?"
He laughs, twinkle in his eye. The sun has kissed his skin while he's been away. He looks tanned, glowy, alive.
"Last time you looked at me like that, we ended up naked in your hot tub."
"Good times, huh?"
"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking him on the arm.
Santi looks around, and takes in the scene before him. Ingredients scattered, bowls full, oven preheated.
"What are you making, cariĂąo?"
You survey the kitchen quickly before answering.
"Nothing."
He smiles, Cheshire cat style.
"Nothing? You've measured everything out. The oven is on."
You're trying to figure out a way to cover this up, to make up a lie as fast as possible, but it's no use. He can see right through you. You might as well be transparent when it comes to the boys.
"I'm making you a cake," you mutter quickly under your breath.
"What was that? Hmm?"
You roll your eyes and scoff, but give him what he wants.
"I'm making you a cake."
He looks genuinely surprised, gentle smile gracing his face.
"You are?"
"Yeah. I wanted to do something special for you coming home. Tomorrow."
"Sorry, cariĂąo. I didn't know I was coming back early. Thought I'd make the most of it and surprise you."
"Well, now your surprise cake and your surprise party aren't a surprise anymore."
"There's a party too?"
"Shit."
The two of you laugh as he slings an arm around your shoulder.
"Thank you, cariĂąo. You didn't have to do all this for me."
"I wanted to. I'm so excited that you're back, Santi. There's so much I've missed doing with you."
"I made a list."
"Of?"
"Of things I wanted to do with you when I got back. It's what kept me going - thinking of going to that lunch spot with the sandwiches we like, our annual road trip to Cali. It kept me sane."
You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean up and press your forehead to his, both of you exhaling. You stay tangled together for a long moment, enjoying each others long awaited company.
"You know what was on the top of my list, though?"
"What?"
"Painting your goddamn kitchen."
You laugh, pulling back to look at him incredulously.
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly. This colour is fucking awful."
"It's not that bad."
"It's terrible."
"Fine, fine! Whatever you want, Santi. You can paint my kitchen if that's what your heart desires."
"It is," he grins. "I can think of nothing I want more. We'll do it this weekend."
"Okay," you smile. "Now, about this cake..."
"Can I help you?"
"I can think of nothing I want more."
"I love you," he tells you, stroking a thumb across your cheekbone.
"I love you too. So much, Santi."
The two of you spend the afternoon baking Santiago's cake, singing and dancing around the kitchen. You turn a blind eye to him licking the spoon and sticking his fingers in the icing. You're just glad to have him back, annoying you again.
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The Bedroom. Will.
"Can you pass me that screwdriver please, honey?"
You would, but you can't take your eyes off the man currently kneeling on your bedroom floor. His chest is glistening with sweat, warm in the morning sun. The light illuminates the room in balmy hues of gold, shadows dancing across your faces.
You and Will agreed to dedicate today to building all of your flat pack furniture. You've been sleeping on the floor for weeks, and it's finally taken a toll on your back. So, Will showed up bright and early, ready to tackle your bed, dresser, nightstands, desk, and whatever else presented itself. You were barely awake, still in your pyjamas, sleep heavy in your veins. But the sight of Will, toolbox in hand and smile on his face? That's enough to motivate anyone to assemble furniture all day.
"Honey?"
"Shit, sorry. The green one?"
"Please."
He smirks at you like he's reading your dirty thoughts. He probably is, knowing him. If anyone you knew turned out to be telepathic, it'd be Will. You're convinced he was some sort of psychic in a past life.
"You okay over there?"
"Yeah, I'm good. You need a hand?"
"Come hold this up for me while I screw it in."
You shuffle over to sit next to him, leaning over to hold the piece he's gesturing towards. He's trying desperately not to look down your shirt, and you're trying desperately to ignore the way he smells like heaven.
"C'mere," he murmurs under his breath, scooting backwards so you can get closer to the bed frame. He grabs your hips and pulls you so you're sat between his legs, holding onto the wood steadily. He wraps his arms around you from behind and gets to drilling, placing the screws in perfect rows.
Every now and again, he stops to press a kiss into your hair, or onto your cheek. You smile every single time, heat creeping across your chest. He eventually changes his path, trailing the kisses down onto your neck, shoulders, back. You're breathing so heavily you wonder if you're about to pass out.
"I like this colour," he whispers into your ear.
It takes a moment for your mind to register what he said.
"...Hmm?"
"The colour on your walls. I like it."
"Oh," you murmur. "Santi helped me pick it. He was only gonna do the kitchen, but then we were on a roll, so we ended up painting every room in the house."
He chuckles, tightening his arms around you and encouraging you to relax. You lean back into him, resting your head on his firm shoulder.
"This place is really beautiful, you know," he says lowly. "It's so... you."
"Is that a good thing?"
"The best thing. Beautiful house for a beautiful girl."
"You're a smooth talker, Miller."
"I learned from the best."
The two of you sit intertwined for a while, reveling in the comfort the other person brings. After a while, Will speaks.
"Okay, strong girl, you wanna help me put the mattress onto it?"
You flex your biceps, making you both laugh.
"I mean, I could do it single handedly... but sure, I'll help you."
"That's my girl."
You both make light work of the mattress, picking it up and throwing it onto the frame effortlessly. Will helps you put on your sheets and pillows, standing back to admire his handiwork.
"We did a good job."
"You did a good job, Will. I just sat over there and stared at you the whole time."
"Thought I felt eyes on me," he laughs.
You don't know where it comes from, the sudden honesty. It creeps up your throat out of nowhere, clawing to escape.
"I'm always looking at you."
Will turns to look at you, confusion written across his face.
"No matter where we are, or what we're doing. The most interesting thing in the room is always you."
His features soften, gentle smile tugging at his lips. He strides towards you and cradles your face in his big hands.
"I love you," he tells you so sincerely it makes you want to cry.
"I love you, William Miller. My love for you is just so... overwhelming. Some days I just want to scream it from the rooftops. I don't know what else to do with it."
"Give it to me," he says without missing a beat.
"What?"
"All the love. Don't throw it into the abyss. Give it to me. I want it."
You grin at him, a bright, blinding thing. He reciprocates, before leaning down and smashing his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your knees give out from the sheer love he's kissing you with, both of you tumbling to the floor.
You pull his shirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous, sun soaked skin. He's so broad it makes you clench your thighs together. He tugs your shirt off and throws it across the room, paying no mind to where it lands. The two of you don't separate your lips for more than a second.
He's rutting his hips into yours, the friction making you dizzy. You try and push his jeans down, fingers fumbling with the button. He takes pity on you and shoves them down himself, adding them to the pile of clothes scattered across the room.
Will wastes no time, throwing his boxers behind him and pulling your underwear down your legs. He pushes into you with effortless ease, both of you ready and eager. You unanimously groan in relief, panting rapidly. You claw at his shoulders, leaning up to connect your lips.
"I love you," he whispers against your mouth, hips gliding into yours.
"I love you," you gasp, resting your forehead against his. "I love you I love you I love you."
Will slides a hand down your body to rub quick circles between your legs, dipping his tongue into your mouth as he does it. He's swallowing your moans, licking the whines from your lips. He can't get over how sweet they taste.
"Come for me, honey. Give it to me, good girl. That's it. Atta girl."
You back arches off the floor, nails scratching down his back. Your vision goes white, stars clouding your view. Will groans, deep and low, spilling into you. You both ride out your highs while Will murmurs sweet sentiments into your ear, against your skin, into your mouth.
He collapses onto you, smothering you with his weight. You don't mind. Every part of your body is touching a part of his, and it still isn't close enough. It'll never be close enough. You could sew yourself into his ribcage, and you'd still want to be closer to his heart.
The only sounds that can be heard are two sets of heaving lungs. When you've snapped back to reality, you thread your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails across his scalp and smiling when he leans into your touch.
"Will?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"Why did you just build me a bed, and then fuck me on the floor?"
He takes a moment to register what you've said, before breaking out into contagious laughter. He's vibrating against you, both of you high on each others company.
"I didn't even think," he wheezes. "Fuck, we're idiots."
"You can say that again," you chuckle. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
Will rolls off and lies next to you, linking his fingers with yours.
"You ready to keep building?"
As much as you'd happily stay where you are forever, it would be nice to have actual furniture in your bedroom.
"Let's do it," you say as you sit up.
You scramble around for your clothes, both of you beaming at each other as you get dressed. You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him.
"I can't wait for you to move in."
He grins at you, pecking your lips.
"I can't wait either. Two more months and my lease is up. Then you're stuck with me forever, honey."
"I wouldn't say stuck. More like the luckiest girl in the world."
"Can I get that in writing?"
"Shut up," you laugh, grabbing the toolbox. "Let's build our furniture, shall we?"
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"You've made this place really beautiful, you guys."
"Beautiful house for a beautiful girl," Will grins at you across the table.
"Ugh, I hate when they do that," Benny complains.
"Do what?"
"Look at each other like that. It's like they're communicating through their minds, or something."
"We're silently talking about you, dipshit," Will teases, jabbing his brother in the side.
"Before the Millers kill each other, we bought you a present, hermosa. Think of it as a one year housewarming gift."
Frankie hands you a large rectangular parcel, wrapped carefully. You rip open the paper, discovering a large, ornate picture frame. In it, is your favourite picture in the world.
You and Will's first dance.
Frankie had taken the picture, unbeknownst to the two of you. You're both swaying to the music, arms wrapped around your husband's neck, completely lost in each other. Around you, the lights twinkle as your closest friends and family look on in awe.
"Frankie," you breathe. "Thank you. All of you. I love it so much."
"We thought you could hang it above your fireplace," Santiago offers. "In that big empty space."
"It's perfect," Will agrees.
"It's like the final piece of the puzzle," you whisper. "Now our home feels complete."
You trace your fingers over the frame, overwhelmed with adoration for the four boys staring back at you.
"I love you all," you tell them, glancing around the table. "So much."
"Love you, hermosa."
"Love you too, cariĂąo."
"Love ya, baby!"
"I love you, honey."
The chorus makes you beam so bright, you're convinced your smile can be seen from space.
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JUST DESSERTS
( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )
Summary: Frankie and Santiago decide to host a Valentineâs dinner however youâre already a little suspicious of what they have planned.
Rating: Mature 18+
Warnings: Language, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, swearing, minor angst because Santiagoâs an idiot, sex pollen, group sex, oral - female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), cream pie, voyeurism, choking, nipple play, oral - male receiving, hair pulling, spit roasting, gagging, squirting, allusions of masturbation (male), fluffy ending, nickname/pet names, no use of Y/N.
Word Count: 8.4k
Author's Notes: Just for a little context, here's the fic this one's related to.
You had spent all afternoon watching from a distance.
Frankie preferred you to be out of the kitchen when he was prepping a three course meal for multiple people, saying you were too much of a distraction. Reluctantly, you stayed out of his way and tried to keep yourself busy.
You heard his hushed profanity.
âYou ok, babe?â
He was stuffing his phone into his pocket when you approached.
âI forgot an ingredient.â
Your head cocks to one side, brows furrowing. It was unusual, he was so methodical when it came to cooking, heâd never forgotten an ingredient since youâd started dating. Maybe it was Valentineâs Day nerves or because he was in someone elseâs kitchen, you had to ask him why they chose Willâs place.
âI can go get it for you.â
âItâs ok, Iâve already messaged Pope.â
The pair of them had planned this evening together because you couldnât quite book a table for five at a fancy restaurant on the day of love without being questioned. Not to mention the extortionate price rises, the candle lit table where you can barely see and the knowledge you would sit throughout dinner with four sets of eyes on you, all wanting the same thing.
âSoooo,â you bite your lip, âwhat do you want to do now?â
Leaning back, he folded his arms, eyes trailing you from head to toe. A shiver shot up your spine as his stare hung low, his tongue flicking over his lips and Frankie knew he had just enough time to do what he wanted to do.
When Santiago knocked on the door, it took a few minutes to get an answer.
He was just about to knock again when it swung open and revealed you, flustered and glancing down, he noticed your lack of pants. His one eyebrow quirked and a slight smirk came to his lips.
âSorry to interrupt.â
âYou didnât interrupt anything,â Frankie entered the living room. âI made sure she finished.â
The temperature in your cheeks rose to scorching, in all of your dating history, youâd never been caught and of course, it has to be Santiago who catches you after a thorough fingering. Heâs fucking delighted.
You walk away from him before he can utter a word.
âHe wouldnât let me answer the door until I came,â you say, taking your shorts from Frankie.
âGotta make sure youâre satisfied.â
A hand snakes around your back and he pulls you closer, squeezing the plumpness of your ass. You cup his whiskered jaw and place a kiss on his cheek before kissing him lightly on the lips, his fingers burying further.
âIâm just gonna clean up.â
âYouâre welcome to stay like that,â Santiago chips in.
âI thought you were helping Frankie in the kitchen.â
You saunter away, purposefully not putting on your shorts just to rub it in his face a little.
âI hate you,â he turns to Frankie.
Frankie blinks at him, âYou got the stuff.â
The pair of them go into the kitchen, ensuring theyâre out of the way from prying eyes and Santiago pulls a tiny brown bag out of his pocket. Frankie snatched it from his hand and eased out the bottle, it looked like any other baking ingredient in a pipet bottle except it was fluorescent pink in colour.
âI still think we should tell her,â he said, bringing it closer for inspection.
âSheâll be fine.â
Frankie went to the fridge and brought the rest of the ingredients to the counter top.
âRuby chocolate?â
âItâs fruity and should conceal the colour of that stuff.â
Santiago patted his friend on the back, âI knew I could trust you.â
Once youâd finished in the shower, you went to check on the pair of them in the kitchen. Santiago wasnât being much help, merely standing there and talking whilst Frankie gently folded a pink concoction in a bowl. As you stepped closer, you caught the chocolate wrapper and knew you had to sneak a taste, slipping past Santiago.
Frankie clocked the single finger approaching and slapped your hand hard.
âOw!â
He immediately put everything down and wrapped himself around you.
âIâm sorry, cariĂąo, Iâve only made enough mousse for the five of us, no samples.â
You look up at him, your pouted lip beginning to quiver, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. It actually really fucking hurt but only Frankie knows why he had such a reaction and Santiago probably, you could only assume.
He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it better.
âThereâs some chocolate spare in the fridge,â he glanced at Santiago as he spoke.
Santiago headed to the fridge and back, handing you the other unopened bar before boosting you onto the countertop next to where Frankie was working. You eased the paper packaging apart at the top and cracked the first line, breaking a square off.
âYou got any questions about tonight?â
Santiago leaned in, opening his mouth slightly and you fed him the piece of chocolate in your hand.
There was only one question you could think of.
â
âWhy are they hosting it at your place?â Benny asked his brother.
âBecause Iâve got a big enough dining table.â
In all honesty, Will didnât know if that was their reasoning, he was confused when they asked him too.
âThey could have hosted it here.â
âWith what table?â
Benny shrugged, âI could have got something.â
His brother was still living like a bachelor, no table just two stools on a breakfast bar, no spare bedroom or fold out couch, he shook his head. When Frankie arrived at his place with bags of ingredients, Will saw it best to get out of the way and offered to come and get Benny, who was trying to figure out what to wear.
âDonât you have a dress shirt?â
Will watched on as Benny rifled through his wardrobe.
âDo I look like I would have a dress shirt? The moment I stopped doing parades, I got rid of âem.â
He would have offered him one if it wasnât for the fact Bennyâs lean physique would be swamped by his. There was already a pile of rejections on the floor including the one denim shirt he owned and the one that Benny had named his good hoodie.
âWhoâs idea was it to dress up anyway?â
âWho do you think?â
âAh, the man with a thousand black shirts.â
Will laughed, âEven Fish has a nice shirt, brother.â
âThe coke one?â
Will folded his arms, brows knotting. Benny looked innocently over his shoulder, throwing his hands out.
âYou know which one I mean.â
Narrowing his eyes, Will notices the stuffed shelves to the side of his brother and can make out two green sweaters amongst all the greys and blues.
âWhat about the green sweaters?â
Benny stepped to the side and pulled them out.
âBunny likes this one.â
He held it up the forest green one and Will was about to say it would pass until he turned it round.
âIs that a cartoon character?â
Benny scowled at him, âItâs a video game character.â
âYou never fail to surprise me,â Will pinched the bridge of his nose, âand the other one?â
Tossing another rejection to one side, Benny unfolded the other one, a lightweight knit with a v-neck and emerald green in colour. Heâs pretty sure this was one his mother gave him, he wore it once or twice to please her and then pretended heâd lost it over Thanksgiving. He just hated wearing anything other than gym wear, jeans and a t-shirt.
Will was going to have to take him shopping.
âThatâll do.â
â
Youâd finished getting ready just as the sound of keys entering the door. Tottering over, you grabbed the door handle and opened it before Will had chance to get it himself.
âYou look as lovely as ever, Bunny.â
You brush the front of your pink and purple slip dress, turning round to show him the back, youâd even wore kitten heels for the occasion.
He hands you a bag whilst he takes another, âThe Prosecco you like was on offer.â
âOh, thank you,â you kiss his cheek and leave a mark.
Benny bashfully came in after his brother.
âAw, Benny, that sweater brings out the colour of your eyes.â
His cheeks turned pink, this was the first time youâd seen him relatively dressed up.
âI told him that but he wasnât impressed,â Will called from behind you.
You take his sweater by both hands and pull his body to yours, crashing your lips to his. Instinctively, he brings an arm to your waist to stop you from falling backwards as your frame arches.
âThanks for dressing up for me,â you say after parting your lips, âI know you hate it.â
âIf thatâs the reaction I get, I might do it more often.â
A pop of a cork filled the room and Frankie was the first to complain.
âChrist, you could have given me a warning,â he said, the food he was tentatively placing on a finely toasted slice of bread now sprayed across the plate.
Santiago came out of the dining room to see what all the fuss was about and then ushered the three of you away from Frankie. He sat you at the top of the table with the Miller brothers either side before he switched on some background music and left to help Frankie serve.
âCan we have more light?â
âHoney, this is meant to be romantic.â
You hum, âWould be nice to see everyoneâs faces.â
You had resisted saying anything for two courses, it only seemed right to see them for dessert. Frankie pulled out all the stops on food, to start was freshly made Bruschetta then he followed it with the first ever meal he cooked for you, steak with dauphinoise potatoes and greens. With everyoneâs plates clear, he went to dish up dessert.
Santiago grumbled and turned the dial up a little, bringing a warm glow into the room.
âThatâs better,â you smile even as he stares you down.
Frankie comes in with the first two plates, placing one in front of you. The pink mousse he was creating earlier was delivered with a handful of berries on the side.
âIâve waited all afternoon to try this!â
You waited, fidgeting for the rest of the boys to get theirs with a spoon in your hand. The moment Frankie put his ass in his seat, you took the biggest portion you could.
âThis is so good,â Benny said, continuing to stuff the mousse into his mouth.
It was good, you werenât going to deny that. It was velvety smooth, the ruby chocolate adding a touch of fruitiness along with the berries but there was something else. You began to eat slowly, eyebrows knotted as you tried to decipher what it was.
Everyone kept eating before Will spoke up, scraping the last of it from his ramekin bowl.
âWhat was that floral flavour?â
That wasnât quite it but you knew he was close.
âSpecial ingredient,â Santiago responded quickly.
Frankie sighed, âWeâre gonna have to tell them eventually.â
âTell us what?â
Benny was using his finger to scoop out what remnants he could, eyes flitting from Santiago to Frankie.
âSooo, itâs not rose?â
Willâs query suddenly makes you feel queasy, unable to eat the last couple of spoonfuls so you place your cutlery down.
Santiago clocks it.
âNo,â he says, folding his arms. âItâs Aphroditeâs Essence.â
Will looks at Santiago and Frankie before his brother, who sheepishly avoids eye contact.
A swell builds in your chest, the name is all too familiar and you donât know whether to scream or cry or both. Instead, you bundle the cotton napkin from your lap in your hand and throw back your chair.
âYouâre such a fucking dick, Santiago.â
You launch the napkin, hitting him square in the face as you flee from the room.
He calls your name but you ignore him, already bolting for the bedroom, swinging the door heavily. The slam echoes through the hall and Santiago goes to get up. Will gestures a hand for him to stop and he follows the order like any good soldier would.
âGive her a few minutes,â his eyes glanced to everyone again. âAnd you can tell me what the fuck is going on.
â
Santiago was hesitant to go in, he didnât quite know what was behind the door. The four of them had talked it out, Will was pissed with every single one of them for a fleeting moment. Benny and Santiago almost ended up in a shouting match whilst Frankie remained quiet until he decided to step in and shut them up.
âSure you donât want to do this?â
He looked over his shoulder at Will who shook his head, he was always shaking his head at one of them.
âItâs gotta be you, man.â
His friend was right, Santiago just hated it.
Taking a breath, he rapped the door but you didnât respond. He takes it as a good sign and squeezes past the threshold as he opens the door enough to fit through.
âHey.â
Youâre sat up, back against the headboard of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around the teddy Will won you. In the darkness, he could just about make out your teary eyes and he switched on the nearest the nearest lamp to give off some light.
You sniff, âHey.â
He sits at your feet and you move them back.
âHoney, Iâm sorry.â
âThe last time we saw each other, you wanted to slow down on all of this shit then you go and ââ
You lose your words, youâre so mad at him.
âI know, itâs bad timing on my part.â
You look away, pushing your cheek into the soft fabric underneath.
This wasnât bad timing, heâd made an idiotic decision to get revenge on Benny and thrown everyone else into the mix with them.
âYou remember how scary it was for me, I thought I was going to die.â
âBut you didnât, Fish and I made sure of that.â
âIt doesnât mean I want to go through it again.â
âItâs about ten percent of what you had last time, fifteen tops. We added a little extra just to make sure it works.â
âCouldnât you have just laced Bennyâs?â
âWould you want to be around Benny with that stuff in his system and without any in yours?â
âNo,â you hugged the teddy closer. âYou could have made him go it alone.â
âIâm mean but Iâm not that mean.â
âYou could have warned me,â your voice was timid.
He rested a hand on your foot, his thumb stroking your ankle. You were right, Frankie was right but he wouldnât admit he was wrong.
âWould you have eaten it if you knew?â
You breathe in, the stutter in your chest that you only get from crying. Dropping a hand, you hold onto his thumb, eyes returning to him.
âI guess not.â
He hummed, he guessed as such.
âWeâve got to make sure we all have a level playing field,â he handed you the last of your dessert. âI had to fight Benny before he had the rest.â
Your smile peeks from behind the green dome head and you let go of his thumb, taking the dish. You eat the final spoonfuls and hand it back.
âHow long till it kicks in?â
âSomewhere between thirty minutes to an hour.â
âSo I have time to fix my makeup?â
He double checks his watch, âPlenty.â
Santiago continued to draw circles on your ankle, listening to your breathing as it steadied into its usual pace.
âAm I forgiven?â
âWeâll see how the night goes.â
He slips off the bed and onto his feet, leaning forward to brush his nose against the crown of your head.
âWeâve got you,â he said, planting a kiss on your forehead.
You wait until he leaves the room to sort yourself out. In the bright light of the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of how messy you looked, mostly from the mascara trailing down your cheeks like rainfall. Wiping it away, you reapply everything and fix your hair, rearranging your tits under your dress.
âNeed any help?â
After hearing the hive of activity in the kitchen, you popped your head through to the dining room.
âAll good, sweetheart.â
Will was alone, carefully stacking dinnerware and blowing out candles. You step further in, playing with your hands.
âI kind of ruined dinner, didnât I?"
âHardly.â
Santiago ruined dinner, you merely reacted how most people would having found out their food had been laced. He was surprised heâd taken it so well himself.
You hovered nervously, waiting for his attention.
Leaving the plates on the table, he wanders over to you and coils an arm around your frame, pulling you close. His touch is hotter than usual, palm scorching through the slip dress you wore and you try to figure out how long youâd been gone from the room.
âCan I fix you a drink?â
You smile, âPlease.â
He took everything in his hands and told you to head to the lounge. Following him, you part ways and you perch on the couch.
You recognised the similarities of last time beginning to trickle through your system. The elevation in your heartbeat, the rise of temperature in your skin that felt as though you were basking in the afternoon sun. It felt like your lips were getting plumper, your eyes growing bigger, the colours of the room becoming vibrant.
âBennyâs insisting whatever this is isnât working,â Will chuckled. âFish is fighting with him to not put a couple more drops straight into his mouth.â
âAnd what do you think?â
You take the glass from his hand and scoot to the side to allow him space next to you. Taking a sip, every bubble pops along your tastebuds, the flavour sinking in deep.
He shrugs, âI donât know, what am I supposed to be looking for?â
Leaning back, his eyes roam over your body, noticing how you seem to be glowing. Each inch of bare skin he looks at tingles and you wonder if this is how it starts when you take a normal dose. He stretches his hand, fingertips skimming over your shoulder blades and the shiver travels down your spine, pulsating in your pussy. Something travels from you to him, electricity shooting up his arm and his face turns serious.
âOn the table.â
You cock your head to the side, âThe coffee table?â
âFront on the coffee table, ass facing me.â
âYou sure?â
His one eyebrow arches and he folds his arms, tipping his head towards the table quickly.
You swallow, mouth drying as you listen to his instruction. Slipping effortlessly off the couch, you crawl to the coffee table and move a few items out of the way before you drape onto the cold glass top. Glancing over your shoulder, you see his glazed stare, Aphroditeâs Essence soaking into every fibre of his being.
You knew you were in trouble when his hands reached for his belt.
Your desire was already pooling, the nice underwear set you wore an afterthought as you leaned to show your ass to him.
Will glanced to where the other guys were talking before lifting himself up and dropping to his knees. He tapped your ankles and you spread yourself wider. Grabbing the hem of your dress, he lifted it over the curve of your ass, displaying the dark patch already present on your knickers.
âYou shouldnât have worried about the underwear.â
You frown, looking further over your shoulder.
âDidnât expect to already be this turned on, thought you would like them.â
âAny other night I would.â
You gasp as he cups a hand over your pussy, pushing against your mound and forcing the bottom half into your wet folds. Whining, you lean to his touch, back bowing. The noises you make cause his cock to harden, already straining against the fabric of his pants.
âFuck,â he growls, hungrily yanking down your knickers.
He parts your ass cheeks to gaze upon your glistening folds, arousal weeping from your entrance. You breath shudders in anticipation as you break eye contact and face the dark television screen.
You watch as he stares longingly before shuffling back and lowering himself, his broad shoulders visible either side.
He flattens his tongue to your folds and licks up slowly. The mewl you gift him is intoxicating, how your body shakes only sweetening it. Your juices already dribble onto his chin, every moan he gives scattering through your nerves.
Unlike last time, the sensation isnât as intense, instead it softly spreads a warmth through your body, like the tingle you get from coming in from the cold.
Will continued to eat your pussy, tongue slipping between your lips and teasing your inner walls. Then he tilted his head back and moved forward, mouth locking around your clit. It came alive, your legs threatening to lock if he hadnât forced you to widen, hands gripping harder.
The sweat was arriving to his forehead, his head cloudy as you engulfed him.
You try to hold onto the table top, clammy palms slipping on the glass as you stretch your fingertips in front. Yet, he fights you, continuously pulling you back until you managed to break free.
âWhere are you going, Bunny?â
Turning your upper half, you see his dishevelled appearance, messy blond hair and bright red cheeks.
âNowhere,â you bat your eyelashes, tongue flicking to dampen your lips.
A smile grows on his face, âGood.â
He unbuttoned his shirt, chest heaving as he scrambled to get the fabric from his skin. Standing up, he stripped down to nothing, eyes not moving from you.
Everyone else remained in the kitchen, talking, unaware of the situation enfolding on the opposite side of the wall.
Kneeling down, Will kissed your lips and brought his weight down on you, pining you to the table top. His hardened cock pushed into the valley of your ass, nestling sweetly between your cheeks. You moan, inviting him to shove his tongue into your mouth and meet your own.
His hands trail up your thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he carried on up your body and over your stomach, hitching your dress higher.
Sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, he tugs gently before releasing it and nuzzling into your neck. His whiskers scratch your skin as he suckles and the essence in your system screams desperately to be covered head to toe in his marks.
You nudge your ass into him, grinding against his stiff length as your want becomes too much.
Groaning, he snakes a hand between the pair of you and takes hold of his cock. He brushes the tip over your asshole, causing you to shiver before he gathers the juices pooling at your opening.
You have little time to prepare yourself as Will ploughs through your folds and fills you to the hilt. It took the air from your lungs, your arms slipping on the smooth material beneath you. He brings his hands to your shoulders, chest firmly set on your back as he squeezes you, pressing you firmly to the base of his cock.
He waits to see your fingers grip the edge of the coffee table, knuckles almost turning white before he pulls easily through your slick and slams into you again and again. Each one of his overwhelmed senses was only able to focus on you. The final hint of your perfume as the aroma of each otherâs sweat hit his nostrils, your frantic cries as you begged for more, your wrecked appearance reflected in the tv.
In the stifling heat of your bodies, you could only think of his cock.
How it glided and buried itself within your walls which pulsed as they attempted to take hold of his length, how every stroke hit the multiplying number of sweet spots in your weeping cunt. It was becoming almost unbearable, you just needed to cum.
âWill,â there was a sense of urgency in your tone.
His breath burns your neck, âI promise Iâm close.â
You whine, toes curling as the desire is fit to burst in your belly.
He let go of one shoulder and brought his arm just below your neck, holding you to his chest. His other hand moves downwards, stroking your side with a featherlight touch that has your body vibrating in anticipation. Tucking it underneath, he pulls back the hood of your clit before pressing a fingertip to the bundle of nerves.
His arm locks around your neck as you begin to squirm.
Words fail you, nothing coming out of your mouth but tiny squeaks and the sound of you choking to get air into your lungs. Your eyes are shut tight, the inside of your lids decorated with pinpricks of white and pink.
He takes a few more thrusts until he can no longer force his way through your closing walls. He holds you as close as he can as you stop fighting and your hands cling onto his arm, the orgasm surging through you. Your pussy throbs until you milk him dry, his rasp hot in your ear as your bodies mould into one.
When you catch your breath, the adrenaline pumping through your veins approaches your chest and dispels into giggling.
âShiiitâŚâ
The laughter was contagious, Willâs chest rumbling against your back before he lifted himself from you. His cock draws out of you as he rests onto his heels and he watches you push his thick white cum from your opening, the audible churn as it dribbled out.
âIs this what happened last time?â
âSort of,â you look over your shoulder, âexcept this is much more fun.â
His still stiff length twitched at your words and his cheeks went even redder.
âIâm gonna get some water, want anything?â
You pick yourself up, legs shaking and your dress falls over your frame covering the evidence, if you ignored that he was completely nude.
âIâm good,â you say, closing the space between you.
Leaning in, you kiss him, the flavour of your juices soaking into your lips. When he pulls away, he winks and retreats to the kitchen.Â
Inside the others had carried on talking, Santiago on drying duties whilst Benny cleaned. Frankie clocked him first, eyes darting over Willâs post sex image and he stepped aside to allow him entry to the sink. Will grabbed whatever glass he could and knocked his brother out of the way, immediately switching on the tap.
âWhat the fuck?â Benny couldnât quite believe his eyes.
Santiago leaned against the counter top and admired the view as Will chugged before going in for another.
âYou ok?â
âFucking fantastic, brother,â Will smiled at Santiago.
âSee, Benny, it is working.â
Benny rolled his eyes, âMy brotherâs hard on is not proof that itâs working.â
Santiago didnât know what other proof he could give, he shrugged, opening up his hands in disbelief.
âWillâs got a hard on, Iâve got a hard on and Fishââ
Abruptly, he stopped talking when he realised Frankie wasnât even in the room any more. He ran his hand over his mouth, fingers tugging gently on his bottom lip as he thought about his next move.
âCome on,â he strode to the door.
Benny threw the sponge into the sink and followed him, Will stayed put, downing water to rehydrate himself. In the lounge, the other two were greeted by a euphoric sight.
Frankie had already made himself comfortable with his shirt unbuttoned, jeans and underwear pulled down his thighs and sat on the one armchair. You were sat on his lap, legs tucked either side of his as you sat with your ass to him, now fully naked. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and down his shaft, sweet and delicate grunts falling from your lips.
One of his broad hands was on your hip, fingers deep into the flesh as he guided you gently, the other at your neck, shaping your back into a perfectly formed arch. You tilted your head to look at him, eyelids heavy as the cock drunkenness begins to set in and his blown eyes reflect back at you.
âLooks like we have an audience,â he drawls.
Your eyes break away from his so you can catch a glimpse at whoâs watching, through the fog of the essence you can tell itâs Benny and Santiago. A sharp sting comes across an ass cheek and you yelp, attention returning to Frankie.
âFeeling it?â
Benny took the question as rhetorical, of course he was feeling it now. His cock grew in a matter of seconds, the bulge visibly drawing the tension in his pants and Santiago tried not to look at it.Â
Instead, he starts to unbutton his shirt, walking towards you and Frankie hungrily. He places a single finger on your knee and follows your form, a delicate touch over every curve before he takes his thumb and squeezes your nipple.
You bite your lip to stop the moan from coming, a slight stutter in the movements of your hips.
Santiago steps forward and looks down on you, beads of sweat on your hairline and flushed cheeks - god he loved you like this.
âHowâs it going, Bunny?â
You gasp for air, âGood.â
His head tilts to one side, eyes flicking to Frankie.
âJust good? Iâm sure Francisco and Will are better than that.â
Frankieâs fingers constricted around your neck causing your inner walls to pulse, more juices to flow down his length.
âThey are,â you plead with them. âTheyâre so fucking good.â
Santiago could forgive you, words never came easily when you were overstimulated. Your hips had stopped moving and you sat heavily on Frankieâs length, your hand wrapping around his wrist as he loosened his hold on your neck.
He looked at his friend, âCan I join you?â
Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the way their eyes met.
Frankie removed his hands from you and you straightened you back, eyes following Santiago as he repositioned himself in front of the pair of you. Your hips had begun rolling of their own accord, only widening Santiagoâs smile as Frankie hissed.
He roughly snatched your hands in response, bringing them together behind your back before he placed one of his in between your shoulder blades and eased you forward. You watched, saliva building as Santiago unbuckled his belt, slipping it swiftly from the loops. There are so many ways he could use it yet it gets tossed to the side along with his shirt and pants.
He picks your chin up, âDonât look so disappointed.â
How could you be disappointed?
Frankie takes your ass in his hand, pushing to encourage you to start riding him. Youâre slow at first, trying not to go hell for leather like the essence wanted, and at this angle, you canât see him just hear how he purrs.
Santiago holds two fingers in front your face and you part your lips, running your tongue along the underneath as he slipped them in. You rolled your tongue around them before he pulled them out, a string of spit hanging briefly between the both of you. Licking your lip, you open your mouth wide enough for his stiff length and girth.
Tipping your head, you stick out your tongue and lick the precum from his radiating tip, the sharpness hitting your tastebuds. He sighs, cupping your jaw and drags you along his cock, stepping forward to graze the back of your throat.
âThatâs it.â
His hands drop to his side as he allows you to the control.
You bounce on Frankieâs lap and swallow Santiago in tandem, moaning at the sensation of being full but also the fire in your muscles from being trapped in this position. After a few minutes, Frankie meets your hips with a thrust and you gag on Santiagoâs cock as it twitches.
âYou alright, cariĂąo?â
You give a muffled response.
Looking up bleary eyed, Santiagoâs one eyebrow arches as he double checks on you. You flutter your eyelashes when he brushes the hair from your face and tucks the strands behind your ear. His hand hovers before he runs his fingers into your roots and takes a fistful, the prickling travelling down your neck and shooting down your spine.
He begins to bob your head for you, the tip of your nose tickled by the hairs that line the base of his cock.
Benny had to get out of his clothes.
He scrambled to remove his sweater before freeing his cock from itâs prison. Dropping to the couch with a groan, his length swung towards his navel, this must be what itâs like when someone stumbles across one of his videos.
Every sound the three of you make floods the room, the smell of sweat as the heat builds and can no longer fight the overwhelming urge to wrap his hand around his throbbing shaft. He flinch, his cock so sensitive itâs like he was stupid enough to touch fire. Pushing through it, his jaw locked as he clench his jaw and cautious spread the bead of precum over his head.
Santiago heard movement and track Benny as if he had eyes at the back of his head. He adjusted his stance to let him see you, your features enhanced even from the distance. The glistening of your spit over your lips and round your mouth as you sucked Santiagoâs cock, the wave in your throat as he moves in and out, the peaks of your tits wobbling every stroke Frankie took.
The rest of the world blurred around the edges.
Frankie could feel his legs seizing, the knot in his stomach tautening, he wasnât going to last much longer. He was dizzy from the high, different to the one used to gain from drugs, if he didnât cum soon he was going to black out.
âWeâre gonna need to hurry this up.â
Santiago gave him a singular nod.
Frankie let go of your wrists and tucked them just above your elbows before lifting himself from the armchair. Santiago kept you steady as he moved back and you almost didnât notice youâd changed position until Frankie snapped his hips, plunging deeply into a new spot.
The vibrations of your groan sent shockwaves through Santiago.
âFuck,â he said through gritted teeth.
He brought another hand to the back of your head, strategically placed in a way to not obstruct Bennyâs view. He helped you take him smoothly as Frankie slammed into you again and again, making you see stars.
âYouâre being such a good girl for us, stay with me.â
This was the first time Santiago had seen you go crossed eyed, your tongue so loose you were drooling down your chin, each choked huff sugary sweet.
Frankie could feel the essence pumping through his veins, his crotch was burning as his desire increased until he balls were full enough to explode. His final thrust forced you into Santiagoâs stomach and he held you there as his seed coated your walls before your whole body trembled.
When Santiago came, he spilled his load deep into your throat until you swallowed every last drop. The orgasm carried on, your muscles spasming to the point where you pushed Frankieâs cock from your pussy. Your juices flowed after and in the pink coated darkness you could hear Santiago singing his praises, pulling his shaft from your mouth.
Your arms are still held strong by Frankie who worried you were about to collapse before the room came back into view. Santiago was crouch in front of you, rubbing your cheeks until you stopped seeing double.
âI thought it wasnât meant to be this intense.â
He shook his head, âI dunno, honey, maybe itâs to do with the hormones.â
You were surprised he understood you, your tongue going numb.
Frankie coiled an arm around your chest and straightens you up, holding you close until you stop feeling floppy. However the goosebumps arrive on your skin as you can still feel a set of eyes drilling into you and your eyes finally drift to Benny.
Heâs still sat down, his hand firmly clutched around his cock.
Frankie kisses you on your temple before he unravels you, allowing you to approach Benny, whoâs hand relaxes. You pierce your lips together, your head dropping to one side as you inspect his length. Your fingertips skim the back of his hand that had settled onto the arm of the couch and his stern expression melts away.
âNeed a hand?â
He shuffles forward, head falling back so he can gaze upon your beauty.
âYou could use a breakâŚâ
Your heart sinks.
âSo hold onto my shoulders,â he stands as he speaks, crowding you, âand Iâll do the rest.â
Curiosity paints your face as you look up at him doe-eyed. He raises his eyebrows before he moves quickly, hooking his arms under your ass and lifting you off the floor. You scream, instincts kicking in as your arms winding round his neck and legs opening to wrap around his waist. Burying your head in your arms, he feels how tense you are, muscles shaking in your effort to hold on.
He chuckles when he feels your nails dig into his back.
âRelax, I got you.â
You lift your head up, leaning back to be greeted with beaming face. Your arms loosen up, your spreading hands sending a hot flash down his spine causing his cock to twitch. He repositions his hands to hold more firmly onto the meat of your ass, lining up with your opening. As your legs relax, he slowly sinks you down, cock entering your spent pussy with ease.
âOh, fuck,â you moan, eyes peeking to watch as his shaft disappeared.
Your inner walls pulsed as he dropped you inch by inch. The base of his spine was on fire, reaching over his hips, burning in his groin and he swore he could shot his load in you there and then.
When he filled you to the hilt, he let you become accustom to the angle and waited until you focused on him. Your chest was picking up speed as your heart rate quickened and skipped, the adrenaline of pleasure entering every end of your body. The flush was returning back to your cheeks, pearls of sweat on your dĂŠcolletage as he watched.
âJust remember what I told you,â he says when your eyes finally meet.
He dragged his cock as you whine from the loss before he thrust back in, gradually increasing the speed.
Frankie tuts, âShow off.â
Santiago smiled, if his knees didnât hate him, he would have taken you like this at some point. The training Benny did as well as his physique in general, helped him without the need for wall support though it wasnât going to last.
You couldnât take your eyes off Benny.
His furrowed brows as his head hung low, infatuated with how you were taking him, how more juices seemed to flow with every penetration. His dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face, the centre of his chest gaining a sweaty dew, his huffs a rumble against the thunderous claps of each otherâs skin.
The tip of his cock nudge at the same soft spot every time, turning your legs to jelly.
âBenny, Benny, please,â you beg.
âAlmost there, Bunny.â
His hips were moving as fast as they could, his grasp sinking deeper into your ass yet he could feel you going limp. When he craned his neck, your fingers were slipping to his neck, upper body slopping away from him. Suddenly, he was seeing everything in slow motion, the ripple that travelled through your curves every time he rocked his hips, your tits bouncing. Your head was thrown back, mouth slack as you tried to gain air in your lungs.
Every part of him began to stiffen from his neck towards his chest and abdominals, from his feet to his legs. His movements got sloppy before his ass clenched and the desire he held within dispersed, surging through his veins. The last thing he could do was move a hand to your back and shove your chest to his.
He grunted animalistically, hips jerking as he pumped you full of his cum.
You shuddered as another orgasm washes comes yet thereâs no sound from your lips, that underwater sensation washing over you. All you can hear is Bennyâs pounding chest, the ragged breaths he releases when finishes.
Thereâs a wobble as he staggers backwards before collapsing on the couch. He settles, twisting your head to one side to give you fresh air, the hand on your back rubbing soothingly. Another one of the boys approaches, you canât tell who, and you listen to Benny drink hurriedly.
You donât know how much time passed until you could lift your head.
âThought weâd lost you.â
In your cock drunk state, you managed to focus on him admiring you. He brings a hand to your cheek, a thumb trailing over the hot skin and you tilt your head to deepen the touch.
âYouâre gonna need this.â
Will crotched down next to you two, placing a hand on your shoulder. You lift your head, sluggishly moving the rest of your body and using Benny to push yourself up with your hands.
Looking to Will, he holds out an entirely full water bottle and winks before you take it off him. He clears the hair from your face as you tip your head back, chugging as the Millers keep their eyes firmly on you. You remove the bottle from your lips and take some big inhales before you can eventually speak.
âYou two ok?â
Frankie and Santiago were staring dumbfounded until you snapped them out of it. The tips of Frankieâs ears went bright red and his eyes took a sideward glance to Santiago.
âAll fucking good, Bunny.â
You knew Santiago was teasing you except you couldnât care less.
âCome on, sweetheart, letâs take you to bed.â
You move your legs first, setting your feet on the floor, then you press your palms deeper into Bennyâs defined abs to lift yourself. Both of you groan as you raise yourself from his cock which landed heavily to his navel.
All of the boys were still hard and the desire already ignited again.
âEveryoneâs coming, right?â
Will took your hand, âDo you really need to ask?â
You walked across the room, glancing over your shoulder when you notice Benny isnât following, his body solidified to the couch.
âIâll be with you in a minute.â
âGetting tired, Ben?â
He hated being called Ben and out of all of them, he knew he could last longer than Santiago. Flicking his middle finger, you left him to take a break, sharing one more fleeting glance to see him smiling as you stepped out of view.
â
Waking up in the middle of the night, you found yourself in between of Benny and Santiago, the three of you in the guest room. Both were out cold, their rising chests slow as they breathed softly, tangled in the sheets.
You wiggle from under the covers and crawl over the bed without disturbing them⌠or so you thought.
âWhere are you going, honey?â
Santiago stirs, rolling onto his back, you can both just about see each otherâs faces.
âIâm going to check on Frankie and Will.â
âTheyâll be fine.â
You fold your arms and huff, âIâm still mad with you, remember.â
There was a pause.
âHow could I forget.â
He turned over, shuffling closer to Benny.
Opening the door, you slip out and tiptoe down the hall before gently entering Willâs bedroom. It doesnât take much to wake him, the dip in the mattress caused him to lift his head.
âComing in with us?â
You hum and he tosses his side of the duvet aside for you to get in. Tucking yourself to Frankie, you draw your arms in and press your forehead to his back. He mumbles something incoherently and you sigh, a quiet smile coming to your lips.
Will pulls the covers over you and himself before coming near, his warm palm spreading across your stomach as he snuggled you.
In the morning, both sides of the bed were empty. You blink, squinting as your eyes adjust to the light streaming through a single slither in the curtains. Taking your time, you gradually haul yourself out of bed and stagger around the room to find something to wear. You pull on one of Willâs t-shirts and venture down the hall.
The house was alive, the smell of pancake batter frying in butter, the sound of chatter and laughter. You thought you may just be able to slip into the kitchen with them, nick a piece of incredible crispy bacon that would be on the griddle pan whilst one of them tried to pass you a drink.
Santiagoâs spider-senses were tingling.
Suddenly he appeared in the hallway, holding two mugs in his hands. You freeze before he juts his chin towards the office and you go where youâre told. He follows behind and you shut the door behind him, placing the mugs down on the dark wood desk.
âWhat have I got to do for you to forgive me?â
He asked as soon as the mechanism of the handle clicked.
âMorning, Santi,â you say, not turning round.
âMorning, honey,â the words rush out. âSo?â
You sigh, stepping forward whilst you hugged your frame.
âYouâre forgiven.â
âSince when?â
âSince you managed to get five orgasms out of me.â
Heâs lucky last night actually went so well.
Santiago wanted to correct you, tell you it was actually six but this was not the time to for bragging rights.
âThen what have I got to do for you not to be mad at me?â
âIâm not mad.â
He swore under his breath, in his second language so you couldnât understand or maybe you could, he didnât know by this point. Your attitude told a different story, you were closing yourself off to him, that constant soft smile of yours no longer there. He bites his tongue, not wanting to lose his shit, not wanting this to become a screaming match or for him to yell at you for acting like a child.
Your eyes were starting to turn glossy with oncoming tears and he saw how hard you swallowed, your jaw locking.
âBunnyâŚâÂ
His anger subsides, his tone less harsh. He comes to you, gently wrapping an arm around your back, the other hand cupping your face.
âTalk to me.â
âI donât want you to lie to me,â the words caught in your throat.
Santiago nodded, his deep brown eyes searching your face.
âOr plan something as stupid as last night without consulting me.â
He shakes his head, âIt wasnât stupid.â
Now, whoâs acting like a child?
âSanti,â you extend the âiâ at the end of his name, using your hands to cover your face out of sheer frustration.
âSorry, Iâm sorry.â
You fight him as he tries to pry your hands away until he stops and walks away. He approaches the desk and takes a coffee, leaning his ass against the edge, folding one leg in front of the other. When you drop your hands down, all you can see is his smirk.
âSo, where do you stand on surprises?â
âSurprises?â
He hums, staring over the lip of the cup as he drank.
You try to keep your composure, straightening your back and folding your arms again but Santiago can tell your fit to burst.
âDepends how stupid they are.â
âYeah,â his eyebrow arches, âA trip to Disney is kind of stupid.â
Your heart skipped a beat.
There had been conversations about a trip. The boys all wanted different things, Will was happy to hop from state to state trying higher end motels, his brother mentioned the desert and horses. Frankie was fine if there was a body of water, preferably a lake, whilst Santiago said a cabin in the woods with a hot tub.Â
You vaguely remember alluding to the fact you hadnât been to the parks in over ten years but if you were going to do it, you wouldnât want just the day there.
The moment you said the âDâ word, Santiago groaned. It wasnât that he hated it, more that he detested the idea of being surrounded by kids, overpriced food and Benny singing âitâs a small world after allâ on loop.
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip.
âYouâre lying.â
âYou didnât want me to lie to you anymore,â he held his hands up.
Heâs grateful he put his coffee down as you sprint to him and throw your arms over his shoulders, crashing your lips squarely to his.
âI love you, Santi,â you say when you pull your lips away.
He doesnât say anything and you scowl.
âYou gonna say it back?â
He smiles, âLove you, honey.â
You give him a peck on the cheek.
âAm I allowed to let the boys know that I know?â
âSure.â
With that you were gone, door left wide open.
âBunny, your drink!â
The rest of them stood in the kitchen, chatting about what they could remember from last night, cradling cups of coffee and tea. It was the picture of calm until you burst in, bounding onto Benny who almost lost his balance as he took the weight of you around his neck.
âHot pan!â He flung his arm out.
âWeâre going to Disney,â you screamed.
Frankie and Will groan in unison. Benny put the pan down and wrapped his arms under your ass, scooping you up to his waist before talking to you enthusiastically about the trip without giving away any details.
âPope, seriously man?â
âI thought we were telling her closer to the date.â
He shrugged, âI had to.â
Santiago would never admit why though Will gave a knowing nod and smile before turning his attention to you. He took the handle of the frying pan and switched the gas on as you twist your head round.
âPancakes?â
âPlease,â you replied softly and started discussing what you wanted to do. âWe should do the drink around the world challenge!â
âYes!â
âNo,â Frankie and Santiago said immediately.
You pout to them as Benny places you down on the counter top. Itâs short lived as you watch Will pour the batter perfectly into the pan with an accompanying sizzle. Benny still talks and you stuff your face with strawberries whilst Santiago and Frankie look on.
âYouâre getting soft in your old age.â
âShut up.â
Frankie knew full well it wasnât old age.
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Couch Chronicles | One Shot
Frankie Morales x f!reader x Benny Miller
Summary: When you accidentally tell your boyfriend, Frankie, that you think his best friend is cute... he makes a plan. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: strictly smut, established relationship, threesome, mmf dynamic, heavy kissing, a stupid amount of neck kissing, nipple play, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, choking, rough sex, cum eating, deepthroat, unprotected piv sex, multiple creampies, degrading kink (very mild), praise kink, pet names (pretty girl, baby, babygirl), language, men whimpering (i know) A/N: I want two boyfriends, and I want the boyfriends to be boyfriends... yeah, you guys know how it goes. idk I had an idea, tossed some words together, and here we are. not my finest work and probably a lil shitty in terms of technicality, but I was craving a good trip to Paris.
Masterlist | Ko-fi
You were lying in bed with Frankie one night, scrolling through social media, when you came across a new post from Benny. It was from a recent fishing trip down to the lake, and he was shirtless, holding a large trout in his hand. You tapped on the screen twice, liking the photo and spending an extra few seconds staring at his tall frame and shaggy blonde hair doused in sunlight.Â
âYou know he is pretty cute,â you said aloud, showing Frankie the photo.
Frankie and Benny were close, best friends even. You had spent time with him here and there over the years at barbecues and small group settings. He was always friendly and welcomed you into the group with open arms. You and Frankie had been dating for a while now, and you were well aware of his past with the group of men and the missions they had gone on. But now he was home for good, making a living for himself and staying clean.Â
âDo you ever think about fucking him?â Frankie asked casually, glancing from the screen to your face.
âFrankie, oh my God!â You gasped. âI didnât mean it like that.â
You gaped at him, shutting off your phone and placing it on the nightstand.
âHey, I wasnât asking to start an argument,â he said coolly. âIt was a genuine question.â
You shrunk into the pillows, turning to face him. He nestled against his own pillow, holding your gaze and giving you a small grin. His hair had grown shaggy at the ends, sticking up behind his ears and curling at the base of his neck. You lifted a hand to scratch at the patchy beard covering his jaw, biting your lip as you navigated a response in your head.
âNo, I havenât thought about it,â you exhaled. âOkay, maybe I have once or twice. FuckâI donât know. Not in a fuck him and leave you type of way.â
âYou know I wouldnât be mad if you did,â Frankie replied. âFuck him, I mean.â
âWhat?â You balked, eyes growing wide.
He only shrugged his shoulders, shifting close to you in the bed.
âHeâs my best friend. Iâd trust him with you.â
âYouâre not seriously telling me right now you want me to sleep with Benny.â
âIâm not telling you to do it,â Frankie argued. âJust saying, if you ever want to explore it, tell me. Iâm sure heâs thought about it, too.â
Your face burned bright red at the thought of Benny fantasizing about you. There was no way. Frankie was messing with you.
âNone of this bothers you?â You questioned.
Frankie laughed softly, hooking an arm around your leg and guiding it over his hip. You shuffled your body closer until you were both a breath apart.Â
âFuck no, baby,â he smirked, his pupils growing bigger. âGetting to see one of best friends fuck you would probably only turn me on more.â
You felt him growing harder against you, and you reached a hand down to palm his cock through his pajama bottoms. Frankie let out a soft whine, bucking his hips into your hand.
âWould you just sit back and watch?â You quirked an eyebrow.Â
âIâd do whatever you want.â
Your fingers danced up his pants, teasing his waistband. You gave him a mischievous grin as you trailed lower until your hand wrapped around his cock. He groaned at your touch, his eyes rolling back.
âWhat if I want both of you?â You asked, pumping him slowly. âAt the same time?â
Something carnal flashed across his features, and he crawled on top of you, running his mouth up your neck. You arched into him, using both hands to pull down his pants. Frankie did the same to you, tugging your sleep shorts down your legs and exploring the wetness collecting between your inner thighs.
âPretty girl wants to get tag-teamed?â He teased. âYeah, I can make that happen.â
You gasped at his words and let him fuck you mercilessly the rest of the night.Â
You had zero clue what Frankie had told Benny, but later that week, you were situated on the couch between their warm bodies, watching some action movie. Benny kept a respectable distance while Frankieâs hand remained on your thigh, drawing slow circles over your bare skin. You were wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of soft sleep shorts, your nerves buzzing through your body.Â
You barely had the capacity to pay attention to the movie, your eyes shifting between both of the men sitting on either side of you. Frankie leaned over after a while, his breath hot against your neck.
âYou call the shots, pretty girl. Whatever you wanna do, itâs your choice,â he muttered into your ear.
You let out a small gasp, glancing over at Benny. He was sitting relaxed against the couch; his legs spread open and muscular arms crossed over his chest. Your eyes trailed up his thick neck, studying his tensed jaw covered in days-old stubble and blue eyes that remained focused on the screen. You werenât the shy type, but initiating this type of situation was way out of your comfort zone.
âBenny?â You whispered.
His gaze slid to you, his pupils already dilated.
âYeah?â He asked, his voice deep as he said your name.
You sucked in a breath, mustering the courage to take it to the next step.Â
âKiss me,â you demanded, though it sounded a bit sheepish.
He flicked his gaze to Frankie, then back to you. Reaching a hand up to tangle in your hair, he reeled you in for a hungry kiss. You whimpered at the feel of his mouth against yours, his approach far rougher than what you were used to with Frankie. His tongue intertwined with yours as he coaxed your mouth open wider, his other hand sliding up your thigh.Â
Frankieâs mouth connected with the other side of your neck, sucking marks into your flushed skin as you let out another helpless whine.
âFuck,â Benny panted, guiding your head toward Frankie.
Frankie was quick to capture your mouth, his tongue tracing the saliva still lingering on your lips. You gasped as Bennyâs mouth trailed up your neck, drawing his tongue over the erratic pulse under your jaw.Â
âThis what you want, baby?â Frankie asked before sinking his teeth into the plush skin of your bottom lip.
You gave him an eager nod of your head, and he brought his hand up to tilt your head, both of their mouths now hot and wet against either side of your throat. The throbbing between your thighs grew painful, and you squirmed against their roaming hands; Bennyâs hand crawled up to cup your breast, Frankieâs hand teasing your aching clit over your shorts.
âJesus Christ,â you moaned, letting your head fall back against the couch.Â
âCall the shots, pretty girl,â Frankie ordered.Â
You bucked your hips against his hand, searching for any form of friction to alleviate the pressure building inside your core. Benny tugged at the t-shirt covering your torso, his breath going ragged as he discovered you bare beneath the soft cotton.
His head dipped down to capture your pebbled nipple between his teeth, grinding them against your skin until you cried out from the pleasure mixing with pain. Oh, Benny was rough, and it only made you ache for more of his touch.
You glanced down at the same time his gaze lifted to yours, a grin tugging at his lips as he realized how much you liked it. Frankie, meanwhile, was working at sipping his fingers between your wet folds, sinking two fingers knuckle deep.Â
âShit,â you hissed through clenched teeth. Frankieâs fingers worked fast inside you; he knew what to do to make you completely fall apart.
But now you had another man working at you in tandem, Bennyâs mouth still ravaging your breast. Your fingers tangled into his hair, your nails raking over his scalp. He let out a groan of approval, rewarding you with another bite of his teeth around your nipple.
âFeelsâŚso fucking goodâŚâ You whispered to both men.
Frankie angled his hand so that he could push his fingers deeper, curling them against the spongy spot inside you. Searing heat coursed through your veins with each movement of his fingers, your breath coming out short and pained.
A dangerous idea floated through the fog inside your brain, and you wondered how far you could push it at the expense of your wanton needs. Tugging Bennyâs hair, he released your nipple with a gentle pop and moved his lips back to yours. You sucked his bottom lip in between your teeth before diving your tongue into his mouth. Benny let out a shallow exhale, letting you steer the kiss in whatever direction you wanted.Â
âBenny,â you whined. âI want your tongue inside me.â
He cursed under his breath and looked over at Frankie, who was still working you closer to the edge. Frankieâs eyes lifted to meet yours, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. He pulled his fingers from you, lifting them to your mouth.
âClean them, pretty girl,â he ordered.Â
You wrapped your mouth around his thick fingers, the salty, sweet taste of your arousal coating your tongue. You pulled your head back and looked at Benny with a lifted brow.
âWanna taste?â You asked with a coy smile.
You expected him to pull you in for a kiss, to taste it from your mouth, but your breath stalled as you watched him grip Frankieâs wrist and guide his fingers into his mouth. Your jaw dropped open as Benny sucked on Frankieâs fingers with fervency, his eyes locked on your boyfriend. This was new. Frankie grunted as Benny dragged his tongue over the pads of his fingers, finally releasing them and settling back into the couch.
âCome here, baby,â Frankie said, shuffling his body back against one side of the couch.
He maneuvered you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest. Through heavy lids, you watched Benny tear away his shirt and put his defined abs on display. You and Frankie had been to a few of his boxing matches, and you were more than familiar with the toned figure he hid under his basic t-shirts. Your eyes roamed down his torso, studying the way his chest hair flourished between his sternum and trailed down his abdomen. You involuntarily wet your lips at the sight, wanting to take your tongue and trace every flexed muscle on his body.
âSpread your legs for me, babygirl,â Benny instructed. Hearing him call you babygirl had your mind reeling.Â
You let your legs fall open and watched as Benny shuffled back to situate himself between your thighs. Frankieâs hands groped and squeezed your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples until you gasped at the stinging pain. You tilted your head back, arching upward to meet his lips. Frankie responded with a sloppy kiss, his nose brushing over yours at the same time Bennyâs tongue flicked over your aching clit.
âFuck!â You cried, the word muffled in Frankieâs mouth.
Frankie let out a low chuckle and intertwined his fingers through the tendrils of your hair, forcing you to look down at Benny.
âWatch him while he tongue fucks you, baby,â Frankie commanded.Â
Your breath hitched, and Benny took that as his opportunity to dive his tongue deep inside you. Sparks of pleasure erupted behind your eyes, and it took all your strength to keep your focus on him as he worked his tongue deeper. His eyes shot up to yours, the pale blue of his irises swallowed by his pupils.Â
âDo you like that pretty girl?â Frankie crooned in your ear. âYou enjoy having us both giving you all this attention?â
âYes,â you panted, your chest rising and falling steadily as warmth spread through your stomach.
âTell Benny how much you like it.â
Your eyes rolled back as Benny traced over your wet folds with his tongue, the heat of his mouth against your cunt sending you into a spiral.Â
âIâ.â You choked on your words as Bennyâs lips suctioned around your clit, his tongue sending sharp rhythmic flicks across the aching bundle of nerves.
âTell him,â Frankie growled, his hand wrapping around your throat.
âYour mouth feels so fucking good, Benny,â you gasped. âPlease donât stop⌠Please. Keep doing that, Iâm so fucking close.â
Your words were melding together, a jumble of incoherent mumbling and humiliating whimpers. Frankieâs hand squeezed your throat tighter, restricting your breathing as Benny coaxed your orgasm closer to the surface. With Frankieâs hand around your neck and Bennyâs tongue assailing your cunt, the overstimulation began to spread through your veins.Â
âI know youâre close, pretty girl,â Frankie whispered in your ear. âI can feel how tense you are. Let it go, baby. Cum for us.â
His words sent the heavens crashing down around you, and your body seized upwards as your orgasm ignited a fire that raged under your skin. Benny lapped at the arousal pooling out of you, humming in satisfaction as a strangled cry left your lips.Â
âDoesnât my girl taste good, Benny?â Frankie murmured, releasing his grip on your throat.
âFucking perfect,â Benny grinned.
You leaned your head back against Frankieâs chest, seeing his big brown eyes sparkle with lust.Â
âFrankie, baby,â you whispered. âWhy donât you have a taste, too?â
Frankie started to shift you off his lap, but you pressed yourself further into his chest, leaving him looking at you confused. You glanced down at Benny and gave a subtle lift of your chin as if to silently coax him from between your thighs. He followed your lead, crawling up your body until he hovered over you and leaned in close. He braced himself against the couch with one arm while snaking the other around Frankieâs neck. You careened your neck to watch as their mouth collided, Frankieâs aquiline nose smashing against Bennyâs cheek for a frenzied kiss. Frankie submitted to Bennyâs control, whimpering as their tongues danced together. Your jaw went slack as you watched your boyfriend passionately kiss his best friend; oh, you fucking loved this.
Benny tore away from Frankieâs lips, bending down to trail his lips over your jaw and neck.Â
âI think your man wants some attention, babygirl,â he muttered against your warm skin.
âI think so, too,â you agreed, breathless.
Both men maneuvered off the couch, taking their time to undress, while you sat back and admired both of their naked bodies. Frankie was soft in all the right areas, his dark chest hair spread across his broad torso and trailing down over the soft pudge of his stomach. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already glistening with precum as it leaked from the tip. Your eyes shifted over to Benny, your eyes growing wide at the length of his hardened cock. While Frankieâs cock was sizable in girth, Benny made up for it with length, and the thought of his cock deep inside you only spurred you closer to another orgasm. You needed one of them to fuck you, or else youâd go crazy.
âBaby,â you whined, shuffling your body up on the couch.
Frankie gave you a smirk, the creases in the corner of his eyes appearing as he looked down on you. You snaked a hand down your navel, your fingers slipping between the wet folds as you sought out some sort of relief from the throbbing need inside you.Â
Benny moved around the side of the couch, his strong hands hooking under your shoulders and dragging you back until your head hung over the arm of the couch. Upside down, you stared up at his cock as it hovered over your face. You wet your lips at the sight of it, waiting for him to inch closer. Gliding a hand over your strained neck, his fingers squeezed the right above the base of it.
âI wanna feel my cock right here, babygirl,â Benny said. âYou gonna show me you can take it?â
âYes,â you breathed.
You dropped your jaw open, your tongue darting out as you waited for him to step forward. Frankieâs body weight dropped on the couch above you, his hands lifting your legs onto his shoulder. As your calves settled onto his broad shoulders, Frankie lined himself up with your entrance. In one quick thrust, Frankie bottomed out, and you let out a raspy moan. Before you had a chance to make another sound, Benny slid his cock into your mouth, your tongue dragging against the veins along the length. You sputtered around him as he drove deeper down your throat, his fingers still massaging your neck with each shallow thrust.Â
Frankieâs thrusts grew harder, and your muffled cries were silenced as Benny continued snapping his hips forward into your mouth.Â
âAinât she so pretty like this?â Frankie grunted through each drive of his cock.
âSo fucking pretty,â Benny huffed. You swallowed around him, forcing him to choke on his words. âSheâs taking our cocks so well. Her mouth feels so fucking good.â
You keened at their words, arousal blooming deep within your stomach as they spoke. They were using your body any way they wanted, and you were desperate for their praise.Â
âYou enjoy getting used like this, baby?â Frankie asked, his voice low and strained.Â
You couldnât respond as Benny plunged his cock further down your throat, your jaw straining to take his length deeper. You could feel the tears cascading down your temples, your breath forced out of your nose as you struggled under his hold.Â
âAw, pretty girl canât talk?â Frankie taunted.Â
Frankie lifted your ass off the couch, his warm hands squeezing the supple skin as you began assaulting you with unforgiving thrusts. Your cunt clenched around his cock, sucking him in deeper until the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. You wailed a helpless cry, saliva dripping over Bennyâs cock and down your cheeks.Â
Your eyes blurred as your climax grew into an inferno inside your stomach. Each thrust on either side of your body plummeted your orgasm closer and closer to the surface, your heartbeat thrumming erratically in your ears. Benny hunched over your body, his hands massaging your breasts, his fingers pinching around your nipples. You arched off the couch, and Frankie kept his grip tight on your hips as he continued railing into you.
âGonna be a good girl and cum for us, baby?â Frankie crooned.
âMmmph.âÂ
You couldnât speak. You could barely make a coherent noise as your orgasm ignited inside of you, leaving you paralyzedâsuspended between the bodies of two men that continued to wreck you completely as you came undone.Â
âSuch a good fucking girl,â Frankie praised.
âThink she deserves a reward?â Benny questioned, drawing his cock from your mouth.
You heaved in lung-fulls of air, drool still dripping down your face. Benny crouched behind you, his hand fisting your hair to pull your face forward toward Frankie. Frankieâs dark eyes met yours, and he pounded deeper into you, your cries turning into humiliating whimpers.
âYou want Frankie to cum inside you, babygirl?â Benny whispered, his tongue tracing along the shell of your ear.
âYâyes,â you wailed brokenly. âPlease, Frankie. Need your cum.â
Frankieâs face scrunched up with concentration as he changed the tempo of his thrusts; they were slower and more powerful. Bennyâs grip on your hair remained firm, not allowing you to look anywhere but at Frankie. His tousled dark curls stuck to his forehead with sweat, his jaw clenched as he forcibly thrust into you in one final time. With a carnal groan, Frankie emptied himself inside you, slumping onto your chest with labored breaths.Â
âJesus Christ,â Frankie groaned.Â
Benny unwound his fingers from the tendrils of your hair, peppering your cheek and neck with kisses. Frankie lifted his head to look at Benny, and you could faintly see a smirk teasing the corner of his hips.
âI think she can take a bit more. What do you say, Benny?â Frankie grinned.
âI wanna know how good that pussy feels. You gonna let me fill you up, too?â Benny asked, his teeth grazing your neck.
âGod, yes,â you exhaled.
Frankie climbed off your body and maneuvered you onto all fours. Your legs wobbled against the cushions, Frankieâs cum slowly leaking from your sore cunt. Benny made his way around the couch, climbing behind your shaking body. Frankie took his spot in front of you, his large hands cupping your face and wiping away the excess saliva that still coated your cheeks and nose.
âLook at the mess you made, pretty girl,â Frankie mumbled, his eyes dancing over you ravenously.Â
He leaned in to kiss you, drawing his tongue over your wet lips. You moaned into his open mouth, your body tensing up with anticipation as Benny coated the head of his cock with the wetness leaking from your entrance.Â
âEyes on me, baby,â Frankie ordered, pulling away from your mouth. âI wanna watch you while Benny ruins that perfect pussy.â
That was all Benny needed to hear before he broke you up, the stretch of your cunt around his cock blindingly painful for the first few seconds. Your mouth fell open as his hips pressed against your ass, every glorious inch of him stretching you wide open. A choked gasp fell from your lips as Frankie held your focus, his brown eyes watching with fervid attention.Â
âBenny,â Frankie said, never breaking away from your eyes. âFuck her hard.â
Benny replied with a forceful snap of his hips that sent your body colliding with the couch. You screamed out at the savage pace he set, each connection of his hips against yours sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and sobs.
âSo fucking tight and perfect,â Benny huffed between each drive of his cock. âCanât believe youâve been keeping her to yourself.â
âSheâs all mine, Benny,â Frankie reminded him. âBut I think she enjoys being shared.â
You nodded vigorously, flames licking up your nerves as Benny steered you closer to another orgasm. Your nails dug into the cushions, half-moon indentations left in their wake.Â
âI want you both,â you panted. âLike this.â
âYeah, babygirl?â Benny exhaled, bending his body over yours to kiss up your spine.
Frankie dragged you in for a long kiss, a moan exhaling from his mouth into yours. You were drunk on their touch, each hand roaming your body, every kiss, every lust-filled word. You couldnât get enough.
âCum inside me, Benny,â you pleaded.Â
Bennyâs arm braced around your torso, pulling you up until your back was flush with his chest. Frankie climbed over the arm of the sofa, his hands sweeping back the hair from your face. Benny brought his free hand up to Frankie, tugging at his curls until he shuffled closer. Frankie tilted his chin up and met Bennyâs lips, their kisses slow and impassioned. Both of their bodyâs pressed harder against yours, Bennyâs cock sliding in and out of you slowly, his thrusts shallow and short. You licked a path up Frankieâs neck, startling a gasp from him as Benny deepened their kiss.
The muscles in Bennyâs arms flexed around your chest, his hips snapping hard one last time before his release was painting your insides. You were so fucking full of them both, your body coursing with adrenaline and pleasure. Benny slipped out of you, breaking away from Frankieâs lips and falling back against the couch.Â
âCome here, babygirl,â Benny urged, outstretching his arms.
You glanced at Frankie for permissionâwhich was comical as the mixture of their cum leaked down your inner thighs. Frankie gave you a soft smile, peking your lips before guiding you down onto the couch.Â
Benny wound his arms around your trembling body, pressing a light kiss on the crown of your head, while Frankie settled against your body on the other side. You nestled into the warmth of their bodies, your eyes drifting shut from exhaustion.
âThis was nice,â you hummed, giggling softly.Â
âYou wanna do it again?â Frankie chuckled, kissing your shoulder.
âMaybe not right now,â you groaned.
The soreness between your legs throbbed violently, and every muscle in your body tense and stiffened. You stretched out between them, feeling both menâs heartbeats pounding against your body.
âI love you, baby,â Frankie muttered into your skin.
âI love you, too,â you exhaled.
Lifting your chin to look at Benny, you watched him eye Frankie knowingly. You could see the emotions swimming in his blue eyes, his lips parted and swollen.
âYou love him, too,â you commented.
âYeah, maybe I do,â Benny said absentmindedly.
Bennyâs gaze slid down to you, and you saw it in his eyes. The passion between them, the cohesiveness of their movements with you; it was all right there. You always thought Benny loved Frankie like a brother, but maybe there was something more. You werenât jealous; you were far from it. You wanted them both, maybe in different ways, but still⌠you wanted them.
âWould you do this again?â You asked, partially to both of them.
âAbsolutely,â Frankie said, at the same time Benny said, âIn a heartbeat.â
âStay the night with us, Benny,â you offered.Â
âWouldnât wanna be anywhere else,â Benny sighed.
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Hello how are you? đ I have something in mind for the movie triple frontier ďżź
Like imagine Ben Miller x girlfriend shy reader and both your infant son is a mommy boy, waiting Ben after the MMA fights, being both his good luck charms
a/n: Baby, I've been busy. But overall? Pretty swell, thank you for asking! And this ask? A Benny ask with a shy!reader? With a child??? FAWK, it made my entire WEEK(S), so I cannot thank you enough! đâ¤ď¸ Hope you don't mind me making them husband & wife instead, and take care!
warnings: lovestruck benny, fluffy family-focused, brief mma-level violence & explicit language!
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âAlright, alright, make way, cominâ through.â Frankie demanded, with him on the left and Santiago on the right as they kept you in the middle.
The two stayed vigilant, ensuring no one was close enough to bump into you, let alone your bundle of joy slung to your chest. When one did stand too close, despite accidentally, Santiago hissed, âWatch it.â
You chuckled, already used to their rugged behaviour because it was all to keep you unharmed.
Completely unharmed.
Despite the curious eyes that weighed on you, yours remained on hisâBubbaâs, rubbing his back and making silly faces at him, with him none the wiser of anything beyond his motherâs presence, given the baby earmuffs on him. Instead, he reacted to your attention excitedly, displaying his gummy smile.
Will was already at the front row seats when you arrived, giving you a side hug and asking you about your and Bubbaâs wellbeing like the protective brother-in-law he was.
âHey, lilâ man, you hanginâ in there?â Will smiled at his nephew. Despite the earmuffs, he immediately recognized his uncle and squirmed against your chest, gurgling. Will, letting out a deep and hearty laugh, gently ruffled Bubbaâs baby hair before offering to hold him, âCâmon.â
You loosened the carrier, and Will took Bubba into his arms, and as if on cue, in came the boisterous announcement on the microphone, âI bring you, Ben Miller!â
Many cheered, some booed, but you? You just couldnât wipe the lovestruck smile on your face, watching him enter the arena, carrying himself with sheer confidence that whether one was a fan or not, they couldnât deny the aura he exuded.Â
If anything, Benny basked in the jeers, because his wins, many in a row, said it all. Plus, he was the lucky son of a gun blessed with a wife to die for, a son he couldnât be any prouder of, and the best ride-or-die group in his circle. He couldnât ask for more than that.
He looked past the crowdâs outstretched hands for taps and middle fingers of his rivalsâ fans, searching for the eyes that would hold so much love for him, like he had hung the moon for herâfor youâwhich he found amusing because he would stare at you the same way, though, bolder than your bashfulness could muster.
It wouldnât take long to find you, kudos to his brother for saving the front-row seats way earlier, and he made sure to keep his eyes on you as he took off his shirt. Tossing the fabric onto the seats near you, he immediately pulled you into his chest, his smile widening upon watching a shy one gracing your lips, even more so as the spectators whooped at the mushy display.
He greeted you with that flirty tone of his, âYou taken, pretty girl?â
Bennyâs smile morphed into a grin, pumped up like the tournament was nothing more than another typical Tuesday to conquer and bring home victory to his beloved family.Â
The uncontrollable bundle of excitement in his brotherâs arms caught his eye, and Benny was quick to scoop his son into his arms.Â
Benny couldn't be any happier, being in his element with the people he truly cared for. With his son in one arm, the other around you. He let Bubba tap his little pudgy hands on his stubbled face, his babbles of âma ma maâ soothing like a balm, before kissing his forehead, then turned his attention to you.
âWatch me.â He whispered in your ear.
âAlways.â You replied, kissing his cheek, and Benny quickly closed the gap between you for a kiss. Benny, with his bulky boxing glove, had the courtesy to block the view of where your lips touched from the crowd, giving you some sense of privacy, despite the knowing cheers from the onlookers.
He couldn't help with his own amusement, seeing you press your face into his shoulder before planting a little kiss on his son's forehead, and just like that, his good luck charm, despite already being activated from the moment you walked in with Bubba, was now cranked to the max.
Ever the charmer, Benny flexed his muscles for you, even as he ascended the steps and into the cage backwards, and even then, even as he faced his rival, the smile never left his face. Just more⌠evil. More sinister, like he had already seen the outcome of the fight, and as he delivered the first sharp swing, Benny knew, like usual, his good luck charm has never, and will never fail him.
His focus only strayed during the one-minute breaks, looking over to see you holding Bubba, his little tiger, giving him reassuring smiles and mouthing âI love youâs and âyou can do itâs, and he believed you.Â
He always does.
And Bubba? Oh, Bubba, watching the little man bounce on your lap like there was no tomorrow, not only having his sweet mother holding him close but also watching his father being cool. Who cares about a bunch of guys heckling him beyond the cage when he had his sonâs support?
Before he knew it, with determination coursing through his veins, plus his rivalâs attempts to embarrass him for being a softie before the fight rang in his head, the announcer hailed Benny as the winner and raised his arm, prompting the spectators to go wild the same way they did when he knocked his opponent out.Â
And even with his weary muscles and bones, he sought after you, just like you did him, Carelessly throwing the towel he used to wipe his sweat to the side to meet you in the middle for a kiss. He sighed as he pulled you against him, only breaking the kiss when Frankie and Pope approached, plus Will with Bubba before passing him to his brother.
Bubba giggled as Benny rubbed his forehead against his, then made grabby hands for you. Benny chuckled, âAlways wants his mama, just like his old man.â
You smiled warmly, picking Bubba up before snuggling into your husbandâs side and partially hiding from the crowd, âClingy boys.â
âYour clingy boys.â He corrected with a grin before leaning in for another kiss.
Benny could have all the wins he could want, if and only if he did it all for you.
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a/n: I enjoyed making this so, so, so, so damn much, it only took me a day HEHE! Donât forget to leave some sugar! á ( á )á
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Hi, just wanted to say that I love your work! Especially with Benny and Frankie so much that I have an idea for Benny! Female reader (not picky about the name) meets Benny at a bar days after she catches her now ex-boyfriend cheating on her and they hook up at his place, but she leaves before he wakes up. She later finds out she's pregnant but doesn't tell anyone who the father is. Months later while still pregnant, her friends convince her to come with them to see a MMA fight and low and behold Benny is there fighting. He doesn't see her at first, but when the fight ends (which he wins) he sees her and she leaves abruptly while hiding her stomach since she's wearing baggy clothing. However, Benny manages to catch up to her, where she reveals the news to him. They then talk some more at her place where he reveals to her that she's been on his mind ever since that night and begins the start of something new.
One Night Can Change Everything
Pairing: Benny Miller x f!readerÂ
Word Count: 6400+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
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âOk, thatâs it. Iâm making you get out of this bed now,â My best friend Sage declares as she towers over my bed, where I have lived for the past several days. Ever since I caught my boyfriend sleeping with my co-worker. Co-workerS.
Ex-boyfriend now, I suppose.Â
I groan, attempting to roll over but Sage grabs my shoulder and flips me back over, digging her fingers lovingly into my skin. âI love you Rea, I do. But you have to get out of this bed. Heâs not worth it.â
Sheâs right. I know she is. But we had been dating for nearly 2 years, mostly. It was on and off, but we had talked about marriage, kids, all of it. I thought he would be my forever but apparently, I was his âfor nowâ.Â
Fuck this asshole.
I sit up quickly, nearly colliding with Sage, and yank the covers off me, determination flooding my veins, choking out the hurt. For now, at least.Â
âAlright, alright. Iâm up.â
Sage points to the bathroom. âFirst, please take a shower. Then weâre going to Mickâs.âÂ
Iâd almost forgotten about Mickâs, Sageâs favorite bar. Probably because itâs full of rugged, blue-collar men and Sage definitely has a type. Not that I can blame her.Â
âOk, but Iâm just going for you. And science.â
Sage snorts. âSure, Rea. Sure. Donât forget to shave.â
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An hour later and Iâm walking into Mickâs front door, loud music vibrating through me. Itâs busy, but Iâve seen it busier and we manage to snag a couple of stools at the bar. Within 10 minutes, Sage is led to the dance floor by some burly lumberjack, complete with flannel shirt and all. I throw my hand up in the air in a âwhat about meâ motion as she glances behind her, shrugging and gesturing around the room before focusing all of her attention on the flannel clad bear of a man in front of her, who is surprisingly agile. I turn back to the bar, taking my hand off the top of my glass, tossing the last of the liquid down my throat, coughing slightly at the burn. I set my glass down, my finger trailing along the rim, wondering if I should call an Uber or wait for my friend, when a man slides in next to me, flagging down the bartender.Â
â5 beers, please.â His voice has a slight drawl to it, his tone warming me all over.Â
âSeems a lot for one man.â Where the hell did that courage come from?
The man, clad in a button up light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up that opens to reveal a camo print shirt, turns his head to me and for what feels like days, Iâm rendered speechless. This man is gorgeous - a sloping nose, sandy blonde hair that flips out from behind his backward hat, some patchy facial hair, and the most intensely blue eyes Iâve ever seen. They glance quickly down my body and back up, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.Â
âAinât all for me, sweetheart. Got a table full of impatient assholes waiting for a beer.â
I cock my head to the side. âYou lose a bet or something?â
The man tips his head back and laughs, his shoulders shaking with it and I feel my body tingle. I could listen to that sound forever.Â
âHow the hell did you know that?â His smile is wide, all of his attention on me, his eyebrows raised in question.
I shrug. âIâd send the guy who lost a bet to get the first round, at least.â
He chuckles. âSmart girlâŚIâm Ben. Friends call me Benny.â
I tell him my name. âBut my friends call me Rea.â
âI like that. Nice to meet you, Rea.â He sticks his hand out to shake mine, but before I can, 4 beers slide in front of him and he glances down at them, his shoulders dropping ever so slightly.Â
Finding courage from somewhere, I lay my hand on his forearm and have to resist squeezing. âYou have to go back so soon?â
He smiles again, the skin around his eyes crinkling with it. âNah, sweetheart. Iâll be right back. Promise me youâll wait right here?â There go the eyebrows again, pulling together and making him look like a puppy. Fuck I am so screwed.
âIâll be waiting.â
He hesitates for a brief second before taking my hand and kissing the back of it. âNow thatâs something to make a man move fast.â He winks, grabs the four beers, and heads off into the crowd, making his way towards the back of the room. Hate to see him leave, but damn Iâm loving watching him go, his 6â3 frame easily visible over the crowd. He drops off the beers somewhere at the back of the room, turning quickly to push his way back through the crowd, his eyes locking on mine and giving me a sly smile.Â
âYou waited.â He slides back into the barstool next to me as I pull my leg from it, the universal gesture for this is saved.
Fuck his eyes are so blue. âYou came back.â
A smile plays at the corner of his lips. âDid you think I wouldnât?â
I look down for a moment, my mind going back to my ex and all of his cheating, making me feel less than. Benny seems to sense something, his large hand hesitating a moment before he gently squeezes my arm. âYou ok?â
I shake my head, my eyes locking back on his blues. âYeah. Iâm great now youâre here.â
Benny is easy to talk to, fun, and flirty. Heâs in Delta Force, or was, with his actual brother, one of the men that heâd owed a beer to earlier. We talk about everything and anything, Benny eventually pulling me to the dance floor and whisking me about, sometimes dancing and other times being silly and smiling when I laugh. After several songs, we need a break, managing to snag a couple of stools at the bar, sipping on a couple of drinks.Â
âSo you live local?â He asks me, taking another swig from his beer.
I nod. âYeah. I donât typically come here, but my friend Sage dragged me out of the house.â
âWell remind me to thank her. She here?â
âActually,â I turn and look out at the crowd for several moments, finally seeing her in the back corner, making out with Flannel Bear Man. I chuckle. âYeah, sheâs a little occupied.â
Benny chuckles, taking another swig of his beer, his free hand hesitating a moment before landing on my bare thigh, just above my knee. âWell I can keep you company.âÂ
His warm hand against my skin has my brain short-circuiting. I canât think of what to say so I return his question. âAre you local?â
He nods, his thumb slowly rubbing circles across my skin. âYeah. But some water main or somethinâ broke in my building. They put us all up in hotels until they fix it. Burst a few pipes.â
âOh no! Is your stuff ok?â I place my hand over his on my leg, giving it a little squeeze and move it further up my thigh, heat immediately rushing to an area not far from where his hand is.Â
He clears his throat. âUh, y-yeah. Well, I had some water damage but didnât lose anythinâ big. They just have to put down new floors.â
The music volume suddenly goes up by several volumes, turning the place into a mini club. Benny winces and I can see that it triggers him, the loud sounds and people becoming a little much. I lean in closer to his ear, gently rubbing circles into the back of his hand.Â
âItâs too fucking loud! Wanna get out of here?â I pull my head back to look at him, our faces only an inch apart. His eyes flit between mine, briefly pausing on my lips.
âIf youâre sure, hell yeah.â
I smile and he returns it before I lean back into his ear. âLet me flag my friend down and let her know. Stay right here so I donât lose you.â
He turns his head, his nose brushing against my cheek. âIâll be right here.â Hating that I have to move, I gently place his hand on his thigh and give him a wink before turning, scanning the corner where I had last seen Sage. Sheâs still there, Flannel Bear Man sucking on her neck. I force my way through the crowd and eventually emerge in front of her. Sageâs gaze takes a moment to settle on me.
âRea! Whereâve you been?â She yells above the music.
I gesture to where I came from. âAt the bar. Waiting for you.â
She gasps as Flannel Bear Man starts to bite her skin. âS-sorry, Rea. I-â
I cut her off, not wanting to intrude any longer. âNo worries. Iâm getting out of here. With a guy. Iâll get an Uber.â
Sage reaches out and grips my wrist, breaking the suction from Flannel Man who only seems to just realize Iâm standing here.Â
âA guy? You found someone? Do you need condoms?â
âSage! I have to go!â
âWait!â She pulls her clutch from somewhere and digs around in it, quickly sliding a few foiled square packages in my hand. â Remember, itâs just a rebound. Donât get attached. Have fun and be safe!â
I canât help the heat in my cheeks, but I tuck the condoms in my bag. âThanks. Iâll ping you my location.â
Sage releases my wrist and smiles at me before I turn back to Benny, shoving my way through more bodies on the dance floor. I emerge on the other side and see him still sitting where I left him, hat turned backward and looking so fucking hot.Â
This is all so unlike me, but I like Benny. Sageâs words echo through my head âitâs just a rebound. Have some fun.â
I walk up to Benny and he turns his head, standing and giving me a wide smile. âReady to go, sweetheart?â
I nod and he offers me his hand, which I happily accept, his touch warming me all over as he guides us through the crowd and out the front door, the volume immediately decreasing the moment the door closes behind us.Â
âNow I can hear myself think!â Benny chuckles as he pulls my hand to his lips, lightly brushing them against my knuckles, his puppy dog eyes on mine. âDid you drive?
âHhhm? Oh, uh no. Uber.â
Benny nods. âI have my jeep. I can drive us somewhere? Unless youâd feel safer using Uber?â
I study him for a moment, deciding that I trust him. âI love Jeeps.â
He smiles, his grip on my hand tightening slightly as he directs me to the parking lot, chatting a little too fast about his Jeep, like heâs nervous. He helps me into the passenger side, sliding across the hood to make it to the driverâs side quicker, smiling at my laugh. He starts the Jeep and gets the ac started before turning to me.
âWhere to?â
Itâs just a rebound. Have fun. âIâd love to see your hotel.â
His eyebrows raise, that same smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âYeah? You donât have to. I mean, we could just get a burger or somethinâ.â
I look down at my hands in my lap. Did I misread the signals? He was definitely coming on to me, right? I wasnât reading into that? Before I can spiral further, Benny puts his hand over mine. âHey, look. I like you and think youâre fucking hot as hell and would love to take you to my room to uh, show you the room. But I donât want to presume or make you feel obligated or anything.â
I would choose a fucking gentlemen for a rebound. Fuck. I close my hand over his and meet his eyes. âThanks, Benny. I donât want to push you or presume either.â
He chuckles once, removing his hand to put his Jeep in reverse and then back into drive. âSweetheart, you can take advantage of me any day.â
That breaks the awkwardness and has us laughing, falling back into conversation easily as Benny navigates through traffic. Gently, I lay his hand on my bare thigh again, wrapping my hand over his. Heâs talking about something, I honestly canât focus because heâs started to move, his fingers tracing slow lines across my skin as his hand moves further up my leg, getting closer to where I desperately want him to be. We hit a red light and the Jeep goes quiet, Benny turning to look at me as he slides his hand further up, his pinkie finger just barely tracing the crease of my thigh, heat and wet pooling just beyond his touch. My lips part and I let out a gasp of air, my eyes finding his.Â
Thereâs a moment of hesitation but then I grip his shirt, pulling him towards me, our lips crashing together. He nips at my bottom lip and I gasp, Benny taking full advantage to slide his tongue into my open mouth, a small moan escaping me. His free hand leaves the steering wheel to grip the back of my head, holding me to him as he explores my mouth. The car behind us honks and we jump apart, the light having already turned green. Benny sticks his hand up to apologize to the car behind us, driving on, but immediately places his hand back on me, this time, his pinkie grazes up my panties and I squirm a little in my seat, not used to this much attention. He stills his movements.
âIs it too much?â Heâs actually concerned.
âMore like, not enough.â
Benny makes it to his hotel in record time.
Heated touches and kisses down the hallway has Benny dropping his room key a few times. As he tries to jam it into the lock, I slide my hands around him from behind, moving up his stomach from under his shirt and fuck he has a nice body, my hands moving lightly over his toned chest. He finally jams the key into the lock and flings the door open, tossing his keys on top of the dresser. He spins back around to face me, his eyes blown wide and dark with lust.Â
He swallows hard. âAre youâŚare you sure?â
I step close to Benny, gently take his wrist and turn his hand palm up. One hand still holding his, I open my bag and fish out one of the foil squares, and place the condom in Bennyâs hand. He glances down at it before looking back at me, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
âRea, did you get a condom from your friend?â
I can feel the heat blooming in my cheeks. âNo! I mean, technically yes but she-â
He cuts me off with his lips, one hand wrapped around my head and the other grips my hips, fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me flush against him. I can feel him hard beneath his jeans and I moan into his kiss, pressing myself against him so I can try to relieve some of the rapidly increasing hear between my thighs. He moves us and I feel the bed hit the back of my knees, but he holds me tighter before breaking the kiss. Both of us rip the shirts from our bodies, my bra quickly following. I reach for my pants but he grabs my wrists and stills them, his blue eys falling to my chest. He gently cups a boob and lightly pinches the nipple and I gasp, the small movement shooting straight between my legs.Â
Then Benny sinks to his knees, eye level with my pants. He pops open the button on my jeans, sliding them down my legs where I help him kick them off. His large fingers trace the outline of my panties, the heat pooling there as I gasp at his touch. He hooks his fingers into them and slides them down my legs too, his eyes locked on the space between my thighs.Â
âFuck youâre beautiful,â he half whispers. A half chuckle escapes me before it turns into a moan as he slides his nose up my slit, bumping into my clit. He growls, using my hips to push me down on the bed, tossing my legs over his shoulders like it was nothing.Â
Which I have no time to think about because his mouth is on me, his hands on my inner thighs, pressing them further apart, widening his canvas. His tongue explores me, seeking all the areas that have me writhing under his firm grip. He somehow finds spots that I didnât even know existed, sucking lightly, lapping, the coil of pleasure quickly tightening until a sound erupts from me, somewhere between a chant and a moan, my fingers gripping his hair to keep him in the same spot as he prolongs my release.Â
My head is in a blissful haze, but I manage a whine as he pulls away from me, taking his pants off when he does. I hear the sound of the condom opening and I watch him as he rolls the condom on himself. I lean up on my elbows to see better, because heâs gorgeous, not girthy but longer, and definitely not anywhere near a size Iâve had in me.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. Iâll take my time.â I blink, looking up at his face and see that thereâs a hint of concern there, like he wants to make sure Iâm comfortable.
I scoot further up on the bed to give him more space. âDonât worry about me. I can take you.â
His eyes darken and he grabs my ankle, yanking me back down towards the end of the bed. I squeal, my body heating up again as he lowers himself between my legs. He pauses, his eyes bright as he glances between my own.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â thereâs that almost whisper voice again, his eyebrows pulling together so he looks like a puppy.
âSo are you, Benny.â We take each other in for a few more moments, my body about to burst with all of the tension and hormones racing through it. âNow please fuck me, now.â I know Iâm begging, but I donât care.Â
And neither does Benny, apparently, as he smirks. âYes maâam.â
He slowly presses his hips forward and I let out a moan as he stretches me, pushing further and further in. Iâm not sure how, but he bottoms out, dropping his head to my chest, breathing heavy for a moment.Â
âFuck, you feel so good. Gimme a sec so I donât blow my load like a teenager.â
I manage some sort of confirmation sound, but then a moment later, he slowly pulls out and presses back in, repeating this a few times so I can adjust to his length. Itâs driving me mad and I writhe under him, feeling every inch of him as he slowly moves in and out of me. He pulls out, his hips pausing as he looks down at me and itâs like time stops. Just for a moment. Then his lips crash to mine as he pushes forward quickly, sliding into me in one fast movement and I cry out, my hands gripping his biceps, nails digging into his skin as his hips set a fast pace, his direction and speed adjusting to my moans of pleasure. Every time he pushes in, he hits a spot somewhere at the back of me, a place no one has touched, and it sends sparks through my vision, my entire body like a livewire as he pushes me towards the edge.
âFuck, Benny, Iâm gonna-â my body ignites, pleasure radiating out from my cunt, his name tumbling from my lips in praise, begging him to keep going, or stop, or do it again. I have no idea, my head so engulfed in pleasure.Â
âFuck!â He yells, pressing into me one last time before he grunts, little pants and gasps tumbling from him. His head falls to my chest as he comes down.Â
We stay like that for several moments, trying to catch our breath. Eventually, Benny pulls out, tossing the condom in the trash can by the bed before rolling onto his back next to me.
âWhatâs your third favorite dinosaur?â
I laugh, my entire body moving with it as Benny joins in, tears running down our cheeks as my movements turn me towards him.Â
âI donât think Iâve ever been asked that question, let alone just after sex.â
Benny shrugs, smiling. âHad to break the tension and awkwardness somehow.âÂ
âWell that definitely works!â
His face grows serious. âYou didnât answer the question.â
After that laughing fit, I think on it a moment. âPterodactyl. Because they can fly.â
Benny nods. âInteresting. Whatâs your favorite then?â
âNope. Iâm saving that answer for after round 2.â
His eyes grow dark almost instantly. âRound 2? Like, tonight?â
âWell, my friend gave me a whole row of condoms and I donât want to take any home.â
â----
A few hours later, Iâm laying in Bennyâs bed, thoroughly fucked, Benny sprawled across the bed on his stomach, lightly snoring. Heâs so fucking beautiful. But then Sageâs words echo in my head âItâs just a rebound. Have fun and bounce.â I sigh, unsure of what to do. I actually do like Benny, but is that just because heâs the first guy to actually pay attention to me in a long while? Self-doubt seeps in, my exâs hurtful words and actions taking away the blissful feeling Iâd had moments before. I shake my head, telling myself that if any of it was true, I wouldnât be in a gorgeous manâs bed, a man who just spent the last few hours pulling every spark of pleasure possible from me.Â
I quietly stand, gathering up my clothes. I get them on and lace up my boots, trying not to wake Benny. Itâs better if I leave before he wakes up. Rebounds donât work out anyway, so why prolong the inevitable?Â
I turn to head towards the door and see the hotel pad of paper and pen next to the phone on the dresser. I stare at it a moment before grabbing the pen, scrawling a quick âThank Youâ with a heart at the end. I slide it under his keys and walk to the door, glancing back at the sleeping form of Benny, the man who just restored my confidence. I close it quietly behind me, making sure the lock clicks into place and request an Uber to take me home.Â
â----
Over the next few weeks, I try to get Benny out of my head. I try to stop thinking about him or talking about him. I know heâs a rebound, and those relationships donât work out, as Sage has reminded me more than once. And Iâm not sure Iâm ready for a new relationship. I think. But talking to him had been so easy, effortless. Like we had been friends since forever. In a moment of desperation, I looked up the hotel on my Uber app and called it, knowing they wouldnât give me any information about Benny. I canât blame them. I donât even know his last name.Â
â----
2 lines. The pink lines emerge bright against the white of the testing stick, showing me the same result as the other 4 pregnancy tests Iâd taken. My stomach lurches again and I make it to the toilet just in time. I close the lid and flush, wiping my mouth with a washcloth as I stare at my reflection. How the fuck did this happen? Weâd used a condom every time, and he used them correctly. It must have been a faulty condom. Fuck, Benny. How am I going to tell him? No really, how? I donât even know his last name and now Iâm having his child. A knock at the door pulls me from my spiral.
âRea?â
I sniff and wipe my face again. âPregnant.â
Sheâs silent for just a beat. âCan I come in?â
I make a noise in approval and she opens the door, heads directly for me and pulls me into a hug where I let myself lose it. Tears streaming down my face, dry heaving breaths, all of it. It takes me a while to calm down enough to talk. Sage wipes my face with a cool cloth and it helps to soothe me a bit more.Â
âAre you going to tell him?â
I scoff. âHow, Sage?â
She shrugs. âI donât know. Call the hotel? They have to have his info.â
I shake my head. âThey wonât give it to me. Especially since I donât know his last name.â
Sage cocks her head to the side. âHow do you know?â
âOh. I uh, I may have called a few weeks ago to uh try and uhâŚfind. Him.â
She opens her mouth and then closes it. âThat doesnât really matter now. Do you know what you want to do?â
Thereâs so much I donât know. I donât know Bennyâs last name. I donât know where he lives, just that itâs local. I donât know what heâd even say. I donât know how this happened. I donât know a lot. But thereâs one thing that I did know right away.
âIâm keeping the baby.â
Sage takes a deep breath and nods once. âI canât wait to be an auntie.â
â----
âCome on, Rea! You need to get out.â
I sigh, rubbing the side of my belly. âIâm 6 months pregnant, Sage. I donât belong at an MMA fight.â
Sage copies my sigh and places her hand over mine. âYouâve been cooped up in your room for weeks. JustâŚcome out to get some fresh air?â
âBy sitting in a crowded auditorium surrounded by drunks?â
Sage shrugs. âIâm sure they wonât be drunk drunk. Besides, Henry has a special section all roped off just for us.âÂ
Henry is super sweet. The burly bear sized, flannel clad man from Mickâs had fit right into our friendship, even becoming a sort of surrogate brother for me. And itâs clear to me that he loves Sage with everything he is just by the way he looks at her.
I sigh again, shrugging in a defeated manner. Sage squeals and grips my arm. âThank you! Oh, youâll have fun! Just wait and see!â
So now I find myself in a crowded auditorium, surrounded by people drinking. Well, ok the crowd isnât bad around us. Sage was right - Henry had literally roped off an entire section just for us and glared at anyone who tried to grumble about it. He was really into MMA and had a couple of cousins that were fighting so he always had tickets to some match that was happening. Are they called matches? I donât know.Â
Whatever theyâre called, weâre a few in, Henry leaning over to tell us about each of the fighters as theyâre announced. These matches are pretty brutal - I didnât realize just how violent they can get, even with rules in place. The last match ends and the guy with the mop comes back out, cleaning away the blood that came from the last guy losing several teeth with a blow. Once cleaned, the microphone squeaks back on to announce the next fighters.
âFrom Red Feather Lakes, Colorado, standing 6â3, weighing in at 195 pounds, I give you BEN MILLER!â
A familiar memory scratches at the back of my head as the crowd screams and the doors open from the locker rooms somewhere in the throngs of people now on their feet. Henry leans in to yell in my ear.
âThis guy is great! Heâs kicked my cousinâs asses a few times! HeâŚâ
Whatever he said after fades into the background, which has dimmed to a loud hum, as Ben Miller struts into the ring, tossing his shirt to the side, revealing a very familiar tattoo and his face finally comes into my view.
Benny.Â
My stomach leaps into my throat, my heart hammering through my chest as I stare down at the man who I could never shake from my mind, even before I was having his child. Which he doesnât know about.Â
A bell dings and Benny takes a few steps towards his opponent, who immediately clocks him in his jaw, Bennyâs head flying backwards. The man manages to get a couple more hits in, Benny almost absorbing all of the hits. But then the man hesitates and Benny takes that moment to attack, winding his way around the ring, jabbing at his opponent in swift, concise, planned motions. The man only stays up for a few more seconds before crumbling to the ground and giving in. The crowd goes wild as the ref holds Bennyâs arm in the air, blood trickling down from his nose, a giant smile on his face. My stomach lurches and I quickly stand, yelling something about the bathroom to Sage as I grab my jacket and run for the doors, the room suddenly too small and loud. I shove open the arenaâs double doors and stumble out into the nearly empty hallway. The doors close behind me and I pause a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself. But then the doors open behind me again and I attempt to stand up right.
âRea?â
Bennyâs voice echoes down the hallway and through me, my insides simultaneously tightening with nerves but also excited and swooning at his fucking calming tone. My back is to him but I donât move. He takes a step closer.
âRea? Is that you?â
Fuck. This isnât how I would want him to find out. But how would he find out? Itâs not like I could find him. I didnât even know his last name. I donât-
âAre you ok?â
His voice is closer now, only a few steps behind me. I swallow hard, willing myself to hold it together as I turn to face him, keeping my jacket covering my belly. His bright blue eyes immediately find mine, a smile quicking spreading across his beautiful face. Heâs still shirtless and I have to focus to keep my eyes on his face.
âRea! It is you! I thought I saw your face in the crowd! Did you see me fight?â
I manage a small smile. âY-yeah. I did. Congrats.â
He shrugs. âThanks. That guy was easy but when I saw you, I thought maybe heâd hit my head harder than I thought. WhatâŚI mean uh, how are you?â
I sigh, my small smile dropping. âIâŚI have to tell you something.â
His expression turns serious. âOk. But if itâs about me not calling you, you sort of left me without a last name or number.â He chuckles but stops when I donât react.Â
I hold his gaze a moment longer before letting my jacket fall to the side, exposing my belly under my form fitting black dress. His eyes immediately fall to my belly, his head turning to the side as he takes it in. I can see the moment it clicks, only a second or 2 after I moved my jacket, his eyes widening as his brain works double time to do the math. He points to himself.
âIs thatâŚam IâŚthe dad?â
I nod, rubbing my hand along the side of my belly where the baby is currently moving. âYes.â I wait for the yell or scoff of disbelief, storming off, telling me I wonât get anything. All of what I had anticipated. But when I look up at him I see tears shining in his bright blues.
âYouâre not fuckinâ with me?â His eyebrows pinch together, enhancing the shine from his tears and I shake my head.
âNo. Youâre the only one Iâve been with since my ex.â
His eyes shift down to my belly again and his hands start to reach out, but then he stops, looking back up at me. âMay I?â
I give him a small smile and nod. âYeah.â
Benny drops to his knees in front of me, placing each of his large hands on either side of my belly, rubbing small circles into my skin. I take his hand and move it, placing it right over where Iâd just felt movement.Â
âHe was just kicking over here.â
His eyes shoot up to mine. âA boy? Iâm gonna have a son?â
Fuck how can his eyebrows do that? âYeah. A son.â
And the tears start to fall, quietly streaking down his cheeks as he laughs, trying to dab at them with the hand I hadnât just moved. âHey, little man. Itâs me. Your dad.â A hard kick lands right in Bennyâs hand and he whoops, rubbing the spot with his thumb. âYou got your old manâs feet!â He continues to talk to my belly in the middle of the hallway, not caring if anyone sees him. His face is animated and lit up, despite the dried blood caked under his nose and for a second, I can see an entire future laid out before us. A wedding, a house, dancing together, maybe more kids. The love. Itâs only when I snap out of this fairytale vision that I realize I was smoothing back his hair. I yank my hands back and drop them to my sides.
âShit Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to-â
He glances up at me. âNah itâs ok. Actually, it felt good.â He watches me for a moment before his expression hardens. âOk I need to get off this floor.â
He waves away my offer of a helping hand, gesturing towards my belly as he groans, standing to his full height before stretching out his legs. âIâm gettinâ too old to be kneeling on hard ass floors.â
Weâre quiet for several moments, each of us just watching the other.Â
âWhy did you leave without sayinâ anything?â
I take a deep breath. âBenny, IâŚIâm sorry. I thought about you after that night. A lot. My friend had told me to just make it a rebound, to get my ex out of my head. Which it did, but what I didnât expect was..well..you. I liked, wellâŚlike you a lot. You make me laugh, have some amazing stories, youâre funny, and hot as hell. But you also make me feel seen and heard. Like I wasnât just there for convenience, which is ironic considering how we met, I realize that. I thought about trying to find you but the hotel wouldnât tell me anything and I didnât have anything to go by. And then I found out I was pregnant and I feel so guilty for not t- telling y- you, but I di-didnât know h-how. Iâm so s-s-sorry!â I canât fight the pregnancy hormones anymore and the tears come, streaming down my face as I try to turn away, looking down and wiping furiously at my face. But then heâs there, pulling me towards him as best he can, his hand cradling the back of my head.Â
âHey, itâs ok. I never did tell you my last name or ask for your number neither. I couldâve but I didnât.â My crying slows and he pulls back just enough to look down at me, wiping away a tear. âAnd Iâve regretted it ever since. I havenât stopped thinkinâ about you either, Rea. But I really had no way of finding you. But now that weâve found each other again, can I have your number? Iâd really like to take you to dinner.â
I let out a shaky chuckle. âItâs ok, Benny. You donât have to do that.â
He cocks his head. âDoâŚwhat?â
âTake me to dinner. Listen, you can be as involved as you want. I wonât hold you to anything. I just wanted you to know. But you donât have to-â
âNo. Iâm not asking you out because youâre pregnant. Iâm asking you out because Iâve wanted to for months and regretted it every day that I didnât.â
âBenny, really. Itâs ok.â
âNo, I- will you wait right here a moment?â
I nod and he places his hand on my belly once more, his son giving him another thump before he practically runs back through the double doors. Once they close, I walk over to the wall and lean my back against it, my emotions running through me. Is he telling the truth? Were we both just fucking idiots? Thatâs an obvious yes. But still, I donât want him to feel like he owes me. It would be nice to hang with him again, though. No, Rea. Donât make him feel forced. The double doors fly open and Benny comes running up to me, his wallet in his hand.Â
âI donât need money, Ben-â
He shakes his head. âNo. Well I mean if you need it, Iâll gladly give it but thatâs notâŚhere.â He slides out a small slip of paper from behind his driverâs license and unfolds it, handing it to me.Â
Itâs the thank you note I scribbled to him and left in the hotel.
Tears well in my eyes again. âYou..you kept this?âÂ
His eyes sparkle as they look at me. âHell yeah I did. I told you, I couldnât stop thinkinâ about you. But I had no way of findinâ you. I went to the bar every night hoping to see you walk in. But I never did.â
âI got too busy with work and then..â I gesture down to my belly and he laughs, placing a hand on my stomach again.
âYeah I canât blame you for not wanting to be in a bar. Especially your first trimester.â
My eyebrows raise. âWhat do you know about trimesters?â
âMy sister was a hot fuckinâ mess during hers. Sick all the time, emotional, all of it. She felt bad about it too no matter how much we told her not to worry. My niece is 5 now and has the attitude to match.â He chuckles. âI canât wait to meet this little guy..my little guy. Ours? Fuck this is hard to say.â
âEither way, Iâm just glad you can say it.â I clutch the paper in my hand for a moment before handing it back to him.Â
âSo whenâs that dinner?â
Weâre married a year later.Â
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