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but daddy i love him | 𝐬𝐣𝐲

୨୧ pairing: sim (jake) jaeyun x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 10.2k ୨୧ genre: fluff, angst, smut ୨୧ tags: badboy!au, innocent!reader, opposites attract, sexual tension, corruption kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), 69, pet names (baby, angel, etc.), face sitting, protected sex. ୨୧ synopsis: Just because there's a new and seemingly bad influence in your small town, it doesn't mean you have to fall privy to his charms, no matter how beautiful he is. But when he takes notice of you, none of the gossiping wine moms can stop him from getting what he wants. ➸ shoutout to @kwanisms and @mini-mews for helping this fic come to fruition, ily guys sm and this is genuinely one of my favorite pieces ive ever written aaa.

“Have you heard about the new family who moved into town? The son is a real piece of work!”

“He’s twenty-one but acts like he’s still sixteen on that damn motorcycle. No class or consideration whatsoever!”

“Maybe they’ll keep him in check if they decide to come to church this weekend. You know Reverend Park has no time for miscreants and delinquents.”

The familiar crowd on your mother’s front porch greets you as you’re attempting to exit the house. They cool themselves off with their makeshift fans and drink your mother’s homemade lemonade in the Saturday sun, continuing to harp on the locals in town that they’ve known for years.

Somewhere in their conversation, they drifted to the topic of the new family that moved in across the street. Three days was all it took for them to begin spouting their judgemental observations, every act from the new middle-aged couple and their son fodder for their discussion.

You smile politely with every fiber of your being, despite your instincts to snap at them and be on your merry way. If only they knew how ironic they are, pointing fingers at others from their high horses when the town kept enough space for their dirty little secrets. “Nice to see you this morning, ladies.”

They say your name with grace, their tones all air with little substance. “On your way to bible study?” Mrs. Choi asks, gazing at you from the rim of her glass.

You shake your head. “Just tutoring.”

“With the Nishimura boy? What a sweet kid.” When Riki’s name leaves Mrs. Lee’s lips, all the women hum in agreement. “Such a bright future ahead of him.”

“Of course, as long as he passes English,” you joke. The women’s faces don’t change, not taking your teasing with an ounce of anything but seriousness. The bags under their eyes, lipstick smudged in the tiny corners of their teeth, and piercing attitudes begin to damper your excitement for the day. You bid them goodbye quickly with another smile, walking down the stairs and onto the path down the street.

As you turn down the sidewalk, still hearing the resounding chatter from the women, your thoughts run wild. Is this what life would be like when you were older, doing nothing but kicking your feet up on a neighbor’s porch with only other people’s business to fill your time? Spending endless days and nights at church, listening to the same sermons leave Reverend Park’s lips until you become as overly critical as they all are?

The screech of tires halts your thoughts in their place. “Watch it!” A young man’s voice pierces the morning air, making you step back even further. You hadn’t realized how far you had walked into the road until you were back on the safety of the sidewalk. You trip on a crack between the two slabs of concrete, falling backwards and meeting the ground hard.

“Shit, are you okay?” He takes his helmet off, immediately hooking it to his handlebars to check on you.

Sim Jaeyun.

You had not met him formally until this moment, but the motorcycle and undeniable looks gave away his status as your new neighbor. Your parents had decided to let the new family settle in before trying to visit and introduce themselves. If they could see you now, your maxi skirt hitched up to your knees and the boy barely a foot away from you, they would have had a field day.

Sure, you both are of age. Butlike Mrs. Choi, Mrs. Lee, and other local townsfolk always do, people will talk about such a compromising position if you aren’t careful.

All those thoughts fade away though when Jake kneels beside you, his face flooded with concern. His eyes linger on the broken skin on your legs and then across your flushed face. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head. “It’s barely a scratch. Sorry I almost ran into you.”

“More like almost ran into my bike.” He laughs, his expression one of relief as well as humor. “I’m just glad you’re in one piece.”

“Thank the lord.” You brush your hands on your skirt and begin to stand up, but Jake grabs you by the hand to help, taking all your weight with him.

“Thank you,” you say, brushing the free hair from your braid out of your face.

“You’re welcome.” He unclips his helmet from the bar and gestures back to his bike. “I can drive you to wherever you’re going if you want. I don’t have a second helmet, but–”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, the thought of riding on the back of a motorcycle too ridiculous to envision given your status as the deacon’s daughter. What would people say?

Jake just furrows his brows, his lips turning up at the corners. “Is my offer that funny?”

“No,” you say, “I would love to, it’s just–”

“Sim Jaeyun!” The shrill sound of Mrs. Choi’s voice makes you take another step away from Jake, unaware you were as close as you were to him. His presence seems to be magnetic, just like his smile. “Stay away from her or so help me God!”

Jake turns to the old woman down the road and nods his head, trying to be respectful but clearly irritated from her meddling. “Yes ma’am,” he yells, stepping back and getting closer to his bike.

“Maybe another time,” Jake says, “when you’re not flocked by the whining wine moms.”

You laugh and nod. “Maybe.”

Jake rides away on his bike, the wispy ends of his hair your last picture of him before he makes a sharp turn at the end of your street.

“Why do I need to learn this?” Riki groans, laying his head flat against his desk. The church bells ring as he knocks his head in the same rhythm against the polished wood.

“Because you need to be able to interpret text if you want to go off to college, Nishi. Otherwise you’ll be illiterate and an embarrassment to the entire town!” You put on your best harping, disapproving voice. It makes Riki laugh as he lifts his head. You’re glad at least the younger kids appreciate your sense of humor, unlike the older brood flooding your hometown.

“Alright, fine.” He opens his copy of Heart of Darkness, beginning to read the page in front of him. “I avoided a vast artificial hole somebody had been digging on the slope…”

A knock on the classroom door makes you and Riki turn. Yeri opens it with a shy grin, saying your name with the same nature. “Someone’s here to see you!”

“Who?”

“Some cute guy on a motorcycle? But don’t tell Jungwon I said that!” She runs back out the door and leaves you puzzled. Surely it’s not Jake. You just met him; he wouldn’t make the effort to try and follow you to your tutoring session, especially at the church of all places.

You head to the window to see Jake sitting against his bike, looking around at his surroundings. He’s wearing the same leather jacket and gray jeans, his white shirt marked with several spots of sweat. Riki comes up behind you, making a sound of acknowledgement. “Oh, that’s Jake!”

“Jake?” You look closer. “I thought his name was Jaeyun.”

“Yeah, but I call him Jake.” He laughs. “He’s my cousin.”

You nod your head, taking in his words. Jake’s sudden move made a lot more sense, seeing as Riki’s mother was getting sicker every day. She must have needed some help from her family to not only manage her household, but make sure Riki stayed on track.

“He probably wants to see you. Yeri must’ve gotten it all mixed up.”

Riki grabs his phone, scrolling through texts with his thumb. “Actually, he did mention almost running over a cute girl on his way to work.” The young boy smirks. “I’m gonna assume that’s you?”

You blush, the flush on your cheeks making you feel hot. “Whatever. He’s probably just picking you up!”

“I brought my own bicycle, dude. And as cool as Jake is, his driving makes me nauseous.” Riki begins packing up his belongings on the desk as you wonder what Jake would want to say that hadn’t already been said earlier. Surely he had no interest in talking to you beyond another apology for almost killing you earlier, not that you would have noticed.

As your thoughts continue on, you barely hear Riki’s parting words. “Have fun making out with my cousin!”

You venture outside and are greeted to Jake’s soft smile as he looks you over. “Didn’t expect you to be teaching my cousin how to read.”

You laugh. “When would that have come up? Before or after I fell face-first on the sidewalk?”

“Technically, you fell on your ass.” He looks over the cuts on your leg again. “Still doesn’t hurt?”

“Barely remember it.”

“Damn. Didn’t realize I was so forgettable,” he teases. You shuck your backpack over your shoulder, pretending his joke didn’t land. But you can’t help how your mouth curves into a grin. “Wanna take me up on that ride now? I don’t see any wine moms in sight.”

Being clear headed and not in the midst of a compromising position, you take a better look at Jake. He may look rugged from the neck down, muscles standing out through his jacket, but his face is incredibly youthful and vulnerable without a touch of hardness. Maybe the wine moms had gotten it wrong; maybe Jake’s actually a stand-up guy bundled up in a lot of leather.

Before you can answer, your father seems to appear from thin air. He wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Mr. Sim, pleasure to meet you officially.”

Your father holds out his hand for Jake, and Jake takes it with a steadfast grip. “Nice to meet you too sir. My mother was telling me how much you’ve been helping my aunt since she can’t attend services anymore.”

“Akemi is a pillar of our church. It’s only right to take care of one of our own as the deacon.” Your father squeezes you tighter to his side. “Glad to see you and my daughter have met. I hope she’s made a good impression upon you.”

“Yes sir. Very much so.” He smiles in your direction. The dimple in his cheek makes your heart flutter in your chest, the butterflies undeniable.

“Well, please tell your parents to come to ours soon for dinner. It would be a pleasure.” Your father begins the quick walk to his car, the silent request for you to follow him clear in his stern posture. You give Jake an apologetic smile before you leave, hoping your eyes hold the promise of taking him up on that ride someday.

When you’re both out of earshot and in the confines of your father’s car, he turns to you with a frown. “Do not get yourself involved with that boy. He doesn’t strike me as very forthcoming.”

You stutter out an excuse. Surely the first day of knowing Jake wouldn’t be the last. “F-Father–”

“Listen to me, sweetie. I know what I’m talking about.” He starts the car and begins the drive home, tightening his fists on the steering wheel. “I mean it. Do not see that boy again.”

The next morning, you’re sitting in one of the front pews with your mother, Yeri, and her mother. You see your fellow townsfolk in attendance in the other pews, Jungwon being one of them, Yeri’s longtime boyfriend. Mrs. Choi and Mrs. Lee look like they are partially focused on the attendees, but also on their own gossip.

All of you are dressed in your best outfits, your hair wrapped in a bun to maintain the peak of modesty. It doesn’t seem particularly realistic for a higher power to be judging you for your hairdo, but you gave in to your mother’s ridiculous requests as always. “We are important people in this community, darling,” your mother said as she stuck the umpteenth bobby pin in your hair. “If they can’t trust us, who can they trust?”

Riki sits behind you, his pew empty save for him. When you offer the empty spot next to you before the procession starts, he shakes his head. “Jake and his folks will be here any second.”

Your gut tightens, the words of your father playing over in your head. You know you have to heed his orders at all times, but the excitement you feel at the prospect of seeing Jake is unavoidable.

A minute before your childhood friend Heeseung sits at the piano to play the beginning of How Great Is Our God, Jake and his family walk inside. Jake’s impeccably dressed, clad in a red dress-shirt and suit pants. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, revealing a handful of tattoos you didn’t notice the day prior. He has his mother’s arm in one hand and a bible in the other, looking completely out of place but incredibly mesmerizing.

He winks at you when he sits down, making you turn your head back to your friend at the piano. You follow in your mother’s and Yeri’s lead, singing alongside them and forgetting the new buzz in your veins. You can feel his eyes on you throughout the songs and sermons, and you should say that you don’t enjoy it, but you don't kid yourself. His attention makes your body tingle in all the right and wrong ways.

You excuse yourself in the intermission, walking outside until you’re a good ten paces away from the church. You take several pins out of your hair, grunting. The incessant tools had been scratching your scalp uncomfortably for the past three hours, and it feels like freedom taking them out one at a time.

It isn’t that you don’t believe in a higher power or the teachings your father and Reverend Park have supplied you with your entire life. The town is just too suffocating on days like these, setting you up to feel like you aren’t good enough no matter how hard you try every day to perfect yourself.

The fashion show of your humble, presentable outfit, the whispered chatter from your community, the watchful eyes of holy men. They all make your skin crawl, that itch only intensifying with every day that passes. How could you stay in such a small room for years and feel misunderstood by everyone?

Jake saunters up to you, making you gasp in surprise. “Jesus Christ!”

He smirks, hands stuffed in his pockets. “I thought you weren’t supposed to say his name in vain.”

You shrug, smiling in relief to find it’s just him and nobody else. No-one to meddle, judge, or question your absence. “I’ll just say a few words of penance. I’m sure he’ll forgive me.”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Jake chuckles and steps closer to you, his eyes lingering on your dress. It’s incredibly modest, the only skin showing high above your cleavage. but the look in his eyes still makes your nerves tremble.

You wonder what thoughts are swimming in his head and if a majority of them are impure. Would it be so wrong to confess that you feel the same? That whatever he’s imagining mirrors your own fantasies ten times over?

“The updo doesn’t suit you,” he says finally.

You giggle and cross your arms. “It doesn’t, huh?”

He steps closer, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. It lingers across your neck and shoulder blades. You shudder, hoping he doesn’t notice how his presence affects you. He reaches behind you and takes hold of the hair tie keeping your bun together. He expertly undoes it, your hair falling in waves around your shoulders.

Before he walks away, the church bells signaling the recommencement of the procession, he whispers in your ear, “Much more breathtaking with your hair down, angel.”

The next time you see Jake, he’s across from you at your family’s dinner table, all laughs with Jungwon and Yeri as your father passes out the rest of the side dishes. Riki is also there, discussing his mother’s treatment with your mother and Jake’s parents.

You can’t help the way your eyes attach to Jake across from you. It’s almost a form of punishment that you were made to sit in such close proximity, the weight of his stare on you swallowing you whole.

The feeling of his hand in your hair, his mouth against your ear–it was all so incredibly inappropriate. You shouldn’t have thought about that day last week with such excruciating frequency, but you did. You thought about it when you heard the wine moms whispering about Jake on your porch, when Yeri and Jungwon talked about him as you studied, and when you were alone at night.

In your dreams, it was even more painful. In a perfect world, he would take his hand from your hair and keep it on your neck, holding you close. He would move his lips from the shell of your ear to the side of your neck, kissing and tasting what skin was available to him in that moment to make you come undone.

Yes, sitting across from him is torment. But the alternative is worse, not seeing him at all and having to conjure images of him alone in the quiet of your bedroom.

“Deacon, sir,” Jungwon pipes up from his spot next to Jake, addressing your father directly. “I was going to study with Jaeyun and Yeri at my house if you wouldn’t mind your daughter tagging along.”

The muscle in your father’s jaw clenches. He’s clearly unhappy with one of the attendees being Jake, but he hides it behind a smile. “It’s up to her. What do you think, sweetie?”

On one hand, you should absolutely say no. Jake may take you into a random spot of Jungwon’s house and make any resolve you still have disappear with the flick of his wrist. Even in the company of your friends, you know no place is safe when he’s around and close to you. And were you willing to crumble so easily?

At the same time, the distance is eating away at you. You can’t take another charged glance in your direction, words unspoken but begging to be released. If you have to catch his bedroom eyes on your body one more time, you may just snap in front of everyone, and care little when you do.

“Sure. I’d love to, Wonie,” you say with a grin. “Nishi, you want to come too?”

Riki shakes his head, enjoying the fruitcake your mom set out. “I’ll stay. Someone has to help clean up.” Jake’s mom squeezes one of his cheeks. Riki’s face suddenly turns pink from his aunt’s affection, making everyone laugh.

On your way out the door, your father catches you by the arm. He whispers, “No later than midnight. Understood?”

On the cusp of 10 PM, you want to protest that time with your friends is already so limited, but you obey with a nod and walk out the door.

When you get in the backseat of Jungwon’s car, Jake too comfortable beside you, you feel your body flicker to life. “So,” you say, “your house then, Won?”

Yeri and Jungwon laugh, a conspiratory look in both of their eyes. “We’re just gonna make a quick stop first.”

Kiss ‘Em Creek was the unofficial name of the lake that ran through your town, a spot for teenagers to spend a few hours alone with their friends or partners. It wasn’t scientifically-correct, but it stuck nonetheless, many of the locals taking advantage of the not-so-secret hideaway. What went on there you only heard about through Yeri and the wine moms’ conversations, their voices littered with disappointment and condemnation.

Jungwon parks his car and turns his eyes to meet yours in the rearview mirror, that scheming smile still playing on his lips. “Ready to take a dip?”

Your eyes widen. You shake your head at a rapid pace, making your friends and Jake chuckle. “No way,” you say.

“C’mon babe, live a little!” Yeri winks and exits the car, Jungwon hot on her heels. The two of them begin to strip to their underwear, eager to jump in the water together. Jungwon picks her up in a bridal carry, Yeri laughing the entire way as he takes the first step into the awaiting lake.

As the two lovebirds continue heading towards the water, you and Jake sit in comfortable silence, your heartbeat slowly rising at the prospect of being alone in the car together. No distractions, no disappointed parents, no judgemental hags. Just the two of you under a cloud of stars and beautiful moonlight.

“I didn’t know if you would come tonight,” Jake says, filling the silence with a quiet chuckle. “Thought you were avoiding me at all costs, like I’m some kind of plague.”

“No!” You turn in your seat to face him. His expression is teasing but holds undercurrents of disappointment, clearly confused where your feelings lie. And he has every right to feel that way. One minute you’re wishing he would pull you closer, and the next you feel it’s better he keeps his distance. “I just don’t know what your intentions are.”

His eyes darken and his lips curve into a beautiful but intimidating smile. “Is it not obvious?”

You squeeze your thighs together, a wave of heat spreading through your bones. “Maybe I just want you to say it out loud.”

He scoots closer to you, his chest a heartbeat away from yours. “Well, to start,” he says, “I would really like to kiss you.”

You smile. A breathless laugh leaves your lips, eager to know what it would feel like to touch his mouth to yours. “I’d like that too.”

Jake runs a hand through your hair and rests it on your cheek. His touch is as fragile as the tension between you. “Then what are you so afraid of?”

You shut your eyes, trying to come up with the right words and falling short. “It’s just everyone–”

“Fuck everyone else.” He forces you to look into his eyes, the words leaving his mouth being some of the truest ones you’ve ever heard in your life. “You’re not a bad person or a sinner for wanting what you want.”

“I know that.”

“You may know it but you don’t believe it.” Jake’s lips ghost over yours, his breath tickling your cheeks. “Stop thinking about what everyone else thinks of you. Think of yourself for once.”

Maybe Jake’s right. All of your choices in life have been dictated by what your parents, friends, and total strangers have felt. If you listened to your own heart, you would have left all of them in the dust by now, chasing what you really wanted far away from this place.

At the same time, you’re glad to be in this car with Jake. He’s so close to you, telling you to take the leap and choose yourself for the first time in a long time.

When you press your lips to his, the feeling of his mouth on yours soft and tentative, you know you can’t wake up tomorrow the same person. This choice will ripple into all the choices you make from this moment on, but you don’t seem to care.

All that matters is his mouth, taking more control and setting a fire deep in your belly. He presses his tongue to the juncture of your lips, diving inside without protest.

You moan into his mouth, feeling one hand firmly pressed on your neck as the other runs down your shirt to squeeze at your breast through your clothes.

“Fuck, tell me to stop,” Jake says with a heady whisper, still kneading your breast with his palm. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”

You shake your head, moving closer to him to the point you’re halfway on his lap, legs intertwined with his. “So help me God, don’t stop now.”

He snickers, pecking your lips again. “You said his name in vain again.”

You roll your eyes as he chuckles into your neck. “That wasn’t the first thing on my mind.” You move your lips to his cheek. “Or the second.” They trail down to his neck, taking your fantasies and etching them into his skin. “Or third.”

“Fuck,” Jake curses, holding you tight against him. “You’re too good at this.”

You smirk. “Contrary to popular belief, you’re not the first person I’ve ever kissed.”

He laughs, the rumble of it vibrating against your mouth. “I don’t care as long as you keep kissing me.”

“Wasn’t planning on stopping.” By the time you reattach your mouth to his, you’re straddling his lap. His hands are nestled on the small of your back, wanting to inch down further but unsure where or what your boundaries are.

You take the initiative, suddenly bold, and put both of his palms on your backside. “If you wanted to touch my ass, you could’ve just said so.”

Jake licks his lips, his accent coming out in a husky whisper. “I want to touch you in a lot of places. Your ass just happens to be easily accessible right now.”

“Oh really?” You giggle. “Care to enlighten me?”

Jake sharply switches positions, your back against the expanse of the backseat as he towers over you. He rubs his hands across the outside of your thighs, eager but patient. “Gladly.”

He kisses your neck, suckling and licking with perfect pressure, making you whimper. “Jaeyun,” you say out loud, his name coming out like a question more than a statement.

“Use your words, angel. Tell me what you want.” His eyes pass over your face, your kissable lips and lust-blown irises. You’re too entrenched in him now to walk away from this car the same girl, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

It may end badly, crash and burn completely like everyone expects it to, but that’s the last thing you care about right now.

“I want you to touch me.” You take one of his hands on your thighs and place it over your underwear, its center damp.

“Jesus,” he says in wonder, rubbing his fingers against the cotton.

“You just said–oh,” you stop short when you feel Jake’s fingers against your clit. The sensation makes you buck your hips up into him, him discovering the bundle of nerves without trying hard. He’s clearly happy at the wetness he finds. He rubs your folds in the same fashion, biting down on his bottom lip hard.

“You feel so good already. So perfect,” he whispers, taking hold of your lips again with his own while he swirls his fingers in and around your essence. He switches between teasing your clit and rubbing along your pussy, his movements lewd yet graceful. Only when he puts a finger inside of you do you gasp and look at him directly, your eyes clearly giving away your fear.

“What’s wrong, angel? Did I do something?” Concern floods his face, but he doesn’t take his hand away.

“I’ve never gone this far,” you confess, looking to your side to hide your embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He turns your head to face him again, fingers laying under your chin softly. “We can stop now if you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to do.”

His response makes your heart clench. Most guys, you’d imagine, would be pissed off or pleading with you to continue on, to do what they wanted and enjoy the moment. That was how Jongseong was, pouting the entire time after you told him to pump the brakes on your makeout sessions.

Somehow, with Jake, it feels right to continue. You suddenly have no anxiety clouding your thoughts or expectations weighing on your heart. You kiss his lips tenderly and shake your head. “No, I want this. I want you.”

A cheshire-cat grin spreads across his face before he goes in for another kiss. He runs his tongue along the inside of your mouth as his finger slides across your folds once again. He plunges it deep inside of your heat, your body adjusting to the new sensation with surprising ease.

You thrash lightly underneath him, matching the tempo of his finger with abandon. He slips another digit in, groaning at the feeling of your soft, gummy walls becoming accustomed to him. “You’re taking my fingers so well, angel. ‘S fucking incredible.”

You gasp and feel the fire from earlier heightening in intensity, spreading from your belly into the other seams of your body. It makes your toes curl and your hand press against one of the doors of Jungwon’s car, needing something to clutch onto while feeling yourself losing what’s left of your control.

“Jaeyun, I think I–”

“I know baby,” he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’re going to feel so good in a second, I promise. Don’t be afraid.”

His thumb makes contact with your neglected clit, rubbing in rapid motions as he pumps his fingers faster in and out of you. You suddenly become overloaded with pleasure; its immensity is something you’ve never felt before. You feel it coat the back of your mouth and take what’s left of your rational senses, your body moving on its own accord as you ride out what’s remaining of your orgasm.

You blush furiously when you come back down to earth, giggling like a schoolgirl as Jake kisses your sweat-drenched cheek. “That was…amazing.”

Jake chuckles, a smirk painting his features. “You’re amazing.”

You tuck your face in your hands, embarrassed but still enraptured by what you just experienced. He pulls one hand away, taking it in his own, his expression suddenly shy. “So, I guess this is the part where I ask you on a proper date.”

You laugh and sit up, placing your panties back around your hips and adjusting your skirt. “I would hope so!”

Jungwon and Yeri choose that moment to run back into the car, their hair drenched but their bodies properly dressed once again. Jungwoon looks at the two of you in the backseat and grimaces. “Not in my car, man!”

Despite the warnings from your parents and the wine moms, you and Jake had become inseparable within a month’s time. It took many late-night impromptu meetings and secret rendezvous to keep your relationship private, but you had succeeded thus far. And it only made the moments you both shared that much more special.

Riki had kept your secret, keeping his eyes out for any prying townsfolk and covering for his cousin and you if need be. Yeri and Jungwon also cheered you on from the shadows, hoping one day you could be public like they were without criticism.

Sitting in the field near the lake, a picnic blanket set across the grass, you have your head in Jake’s lap while he absentmindedly turns strands of your hair into miniature braids. It’s a beautiful Wednesday afternoon, the two of you occupying the resounding forest with no outside influences.

“Have I told you lately how beautiful your hair is?” Jake asks, kissing your forehead before he takes another batch of strands in his hand. If he has to pick one of your best attributes, in his words, he’d say it was a tie between your lips and your hair, the two of them constantly making his heart race. You called him a liar, but as time revealed, he was nothing but honest with you every day, and not just about what turns him on.

Over time, you discovered his fears, his ticks, his aspirations past the small town you both found yourselves in. You admire his vulnerability, how open he is when sharing the thoughts that occupy his mind.

“At least three times already,” you tease, running your hand across his leg.

“It’s not bad to hear it a fourth time, right?” He plants another kiss to the crown of your head. He drops the braid he’s just made across your face, making you laugh.

“I’d rather hear how work went today,” you say, getting up to press your back to his chest, snuggling into him.

He shrugs, wrapping his arms around you tighter. “Not much to talk about. Working with roofs all day isn’t exactly exciting, angel.”

You know Jake doesn’t want to work at his dad’s construction company for the rest of his life. However, it provides stability, and that matters a lot to him. He knows what it did to his aunt when Riki’s father walked out early on in his cousin’s life, and he wouldn’t wish that lack of support on anyone.

“At least you’re not running a tutoring center and a daycare in the same church,” you joke, your tone anything but humorous. The brood you dealt with every day was completely unlike Riki. They were kids that were carbon copies of their parents, children that would one day become exactly like their absentminded fathers and speculatory mothers. It put a taste in your mouth you couldn’t stomach.

You fall into steady silence, the uptick in both of your nerves ebbing away the longer you hold each other. Sure, Jake hates roofing as much as you hate disciplining whining toddlers and helping apathetic tweens with mathematics, but it doesn’t matter at this moment.

All that does is each other, enjoying the midweek sunset and the sounds of the birds flying overhead.

“What would you do if you were somewhere else?” Jake asks into the crook of your neck.

You grin, imagining a world of possibilities. The question never came up before, not from him or anyone else. It opens up a plethora of choices in your mind, but you narrow them down quickly, knowing what your heart truly desires.

“I’d like to teach,” you answer. “Really teach, maybe at a university. Something like poetry.” You turn to look at him, a newfound fire in your eyes. “Yeah.”

Jake smiles back at you, moving stray strands of hair from your shoulder to rest his head there. “I think you’d be great at that.”

“What would you do?”

Jake ponders the question, going over it in the same way you were moments before. You see realization wash over his features, and it makes you smile. “I think I’d write. Not literature or anything, but songs maybe? Teach music in the meantime. Still have to make money somehow, y’know.”

You giggle and push him down on the picnic blanket, running your fingers through his hair. “Sounds like a plan.”

He nods, sharing your happiness. “Maybe a kid and a dog can fit somewhere in that plan.”

Chuckling, you raise one eyebrow. “As long as I’m not having a baby out of wedlock, that sounds perfect to me.”

He turns you both over, covering your body with his and kissing you intensely. The passion runs from his body to yours, your heartbeats matching in their strong beats against your chests. “Perfect,” he whispers, his lips meeting yours once again.

It may be too soon to call it love, but you know you’re tiptoeing that line, and you wouldn’t mind falling headfirst on the other side of it as long as Jake’s there waiting for you.

“Are you sure they don’t know I’m here?” Jake asks, hesitant to walk up the stairs to your bedroom.

“It’s fine! They’re at a seminar all weekend with Reverend Park and his son, I promise.” You kiss his lips before running up to your room. Still on the fence, you hear his tentative footsteps trudging behind you.

Another few months rolled by, and your parents had softened to the idea of Jake being around more often. He showed up with his parents to church every Sunday, even if you both snuck off to make out in the backwoods when nobody was paying attention.

He’d stick around for the deacon’s sessions with Akemi, brightening her spirits with his guitar and a couple of songs to replace the ones she missed during normal processions. It helped that she seemed to be getting better, slowly but surely, with treatment and daily prayer.

When you heard your father call Jake a “nice kid,” you knew they were turning a corner in their relationship that you wished for since the night Jake kissed you in Jungwon’s car.

Now, that doesn’t mean they would be happy with finding him in your bed on a Friday night, but you’ve broken enough rules at this point. What’s one more?

“You’re trying to get me killed,” Jake jokes as you rip his shirt from his body, discarding the article of clothing on your bedroom floor. You sit on your bed and marvel at the muscles on his chest and stomach, all of it yours to caress and kiss at any time.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll follow you to heaven,” you tease, pulling him closer to kiss his body. Each press of your lips to his skin makes him tremble, cursing quietly to himself at the feeling.

“With the way you’re touching me, I doubt either of us will make it there.”

You giggle and link his mouth to yours. You moan when his tongue hits the roof of your mouth.

The intentions you had for tonight definitely involved numerous bouts of kissing, but the way Jake’s making you feel will certainly end up with his face or fingers between your legs. And as good as that sounds, you don’t want him derailing you from completing your mission.

There had been so many moments of him giving you pleasure up to this point, you wondered how he had stayed so composed and content after without expecting anything in return.

So, tonight, you decided to give him a bit of satisfaction, even if you’re walking into such activities without any kind of road map. Yeri gave you a handful of tips, but doing it for real is another beast entirely.

“Jaeyun, wait,” you say, taking his face in between your hands.

He looks up at you with eager eyes, wondering why you pulled him away from your neck. “What is it?”

“I want to take care of you this time.” You say, hoping your expression gives off the confidence you’re trying to portray. “I’ve never done it before, but—“

“And you don’t have to, angel,” Jake says with a dopey, relaxed smile. What on Earth and heaven did you do to find a guy like him?

“Please,” you beg, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. “I want to try.”

Jake’s conflicting feelings are evident in his eyes. Surely any man wants his girlfriend to go down on him with the same eagerness that you're giving him right now, but he doesn’t want you to feel obligated.

In his mind, pleasure isn’t about some sort of trade-off. He makes you feel good because he wants to, not because it’s some duty he has to fulfill and expects to be paid back for later.

But, you asked so nicely and your eyes shine up at him so beautifully. He feels his resolve crumble enough to concede and do what you want.

You begin to unbutton his pants, your fingers twitching not from fear but excitement. When you pull down his jeans fully and see the outline of his bulge in his briefs, your mouth falls open slightly at the size.

Could it fit in your mouth if it was that big?

Jake chuckles and takes your hand to press to the gaping material covering him. “It won’t bite.”

You look up at him and begin to stutter, unsure how to continue once you take off his underwear. “D-Do you want me to use my hands first?”

“Whatever feels right to you, angel. I trust you.” He rubs his thumb across your cheek, and it calms all the nerves that came to the surface.

It’s in those three words that you find the courage to pull the remaining article of clothing off of him, taking in the sight of his cock in all its glory.

You gulp hard, trailing your eyes from the tip to where it adjoins to the rest of him. You’ve never seen one up close before, and you feel like you’re invading his privacy as you stare at it for another long minute. But who can blame you?

“It’s all for you, baby,” Jake whispers. “Do whatever you want.”

You feel a sharp pang of heat at the center of your thighs, his words spurring you on. You spit into your hand, as Yeri instructed, and wrap your hand firmly around Jake’s cock. With an easy but deliberate pace, you look at Jake directly to see if you’re starting off on the right foot.

And boy were you.

Jake hisses at the feeling of your hand encasing him, loving the tightness of your fingers as they continue sliding up and down his dick. He had envisioned this many times in the solitude of his bedroom, images of you and your beautiful body writhing underneath him enough to get him off. But those nights were nothing compared to this.

“Are you ready for my mouth now?” You ask timidly. Jake wants to laugh at how innocent you sound, the words coming so naturally off of your tongue.

“Yes, angel, please,” he answers, wanting to caress you by the hair and guide you down to his awaiting, leaking cock.

You move closer until you're an inch away from his tip. Flattening your tongue to take it into your mouth, you keep watching Jake’s face for the right signals.

His mouth opens, a satisfied whine leaving his lips. You feel a wave of pride at the fact he’s enjoying it so much, egging you on further.

“Your mouth feels so perfect wrapped around me,” he confesses. He soaks in the sensation of your lips and teeth softly running over the veins of his cock, your head bobbing across his length skillfully. How can an innocent and dutiful daughter like you give such mind-blowing head?

He can’t ruminate on the answer long, releasing a guttural moan as he feels his tip hit the back of your throat, the gag that rumbles from you making his cock even more sensitive.

“Angel, I’m gonna come soon,” Jake warns. “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, let me know now.”

You look up through your lashes at him as you continue sucking on him with fierce passion, swirling your tongue across his tip.

His hand is wrapped firmly in your hair now, fucking your face as softly as he can without forcing anymore of himself down your throat. When you take a hand to cup his balls, softly kneading them between your fingers, he’s done for.

He whines pathetically as his seed shoots inside your mouth. The taste isn’t particularly pleasing, but you milk it for what it’s worth to watch him fall apart so perfectly under your attention.

The orgasm rocks through him with an unshakeable amount of pleasure, his body completely helpless as he continues to spurt into your mouth. He can only hiss and whine as you continue to touch him, letting him come down fully and taking all of him without complaint.

Jake breathes in deeply when he gains clarity again, taking you in his arms and shoving his tongue deep in your mouth. “That was probably the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten,” he states, running his fingers over your face with adoration.

You scoff and roll your eyes, his words making you shy. “I doubt it, seeing as that was my first one.”

“It was!” Jake puts a hand on his heart. “Swear to the savior himself.” Before you can rebut, Jake takes your legs in his hands and moves you to the edge of the bed.

You wake up to the hard knocks at your bedroom door, the morning sun peeking out of your window to prove the previous night has long gone.

“Honey? What did we say about locked doors in this house?”

Your father’s booming voice makes you jump up from bed, smacking Jake hard on the shoulder and chest to wake him up.

“We had an odd feeling at the hotel, so we came home early,” your mother says as you shake Jake from his sleep.

“Ow, what the fuck,” Jake grunts, his voice not quiet enough to go unnoticed. You curse yourself and the reality in front of what’s about to happen, knowing full well your parents heard him on the other side of the door.

“Sweetie, who’s in there with you?” Your mother’s shrill but concerned tone makes you cringe. Jake’s eyes bulge in response, quickly leaping from the mattress to pull on his clothes in haste.

Just when you throw your dress from last night over your head and Jake buttons up his pants, your father slams open the door with his shoulder. Your parents gasp and yell at the sight before them, the man they began to grow comfortable with in a compromising position with their only daughter and precious child.

“What in God’s name is he doing here?” Your father asks no-one in particular, stomping towards Jake’s shirtless figure and yanking him by the neck.

“Daddy, stop!” You plead, scratching and clawing at his frame to pull him off of your lover.

Your mother begins blubbering, teary-eyed before you. “Oh honey, what did he do to you?”

“Nothing,” you scream. “Please leave him alone and let us be.”

“I told you to stay away from him.” Your father stares you down, eyes blazing with fury. “Not only did you betray me, but you betrayed the sanctity of your purity. It’s a disgrace.”

Jake coughs, your father’s hands tightening around his neck. “The only disgrace is the two of you holding her back, like she’s some weak bird in a cage,” he croaks. “She can make her own decisions.”

“You stay silent, you insolent pest,” your father growls, yanking Jake out of your room and down the stairs. By the time you and your mother make it out to the bottom step, your father has thrown Jake out and onto the porch.

“Stay away from my daughter, or you’ll have another reason to pray you don’t end up burning in hell.”

“Stop it!” You step in between your father and Jake, the latter putting on what’s left of his clothes. People begin to hover too close to your family home, suddenly entrenched in the scene playing out before them.

Jake kisses your forehead and walks away in the direction of his parked bike, unsure what else he can do unless he wants to truly end up six feet under.

Your father grabs you by the upper arm and pulls you in the direction of your porch, but you resist with all your might. “You can’t make me go back in there.”

“I am your father and you will listen to me,” he grunts, holding on tight.

“Daddy, I love him!” You scream as you yank your arm away from your father, your inner strength giving way. “If you can’t accept that, I guess I’ll just have to burn hell with him. Better than wasting another second here.”

You run toward Jake’s bike and sit behind him, cinching your arms around his waist. He smiles to himself, feeling the press of your chest to his back as he puts his helmet over his head. “Are you sure about this, angel?”

You nod furiously, not bothering to look back at your red-faced family. “More than I’ve ever been.”

All you focus on is his motorcycle rumbling to life before you speed away. Your hair blows in the wind as you both escape the horrified stares of the local vipers.

You end up at a motel on the other side of town, far away from the scandal that��s surely rocking your small community by now. The deacon’s daughter running away with the bad boy next door? What a tragedy!

You run inside to miss the upcoming rain, both of you shivering from the barrage of pellets that did land on your skin. You settle onto the mattress as Jake drops the small amount of belongings he had in his possession on the dresser.

He turns to you with quiet concern, arms splayed out on the furniture as he looks at you, searching your face for any lingering doubt. “No regrets?”

You shake your head, exhausted but glad to be out of that house. “None at all.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief and sits down beside you on the bed, rubbing your thigh with his fingers. “I’m sorry.”

Your brows knit together, confusion pouring over you. You take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers. “You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.”

You feel tears build at your eye ducts, your voice suddenly growing thick when you recall the scene from an hour ago. “I’m sorry my father was so horrible to you.”

“Hush, it’s okay,” he puts his other hand on your face. He kisses your lips tenderly and gracefully. How did nobody else but you see he possessed the most kind nature of anyone you’ve ever known?

Jake moves his head, his lips curving into the smile that always takes your common sense away. “I love you too, by the way.”

Your confession from earlier hits you like a heavy rock, your eyes going wide and your face turning pale. “That wasn’t the way I wanted to say it.”

“Then say it now,” Jake urges, your face resting gently between his fingers.

There’s no fear or pressure when the three words leave your lips, only the feeling of a weight lifting off of your chest. “I love you, Sim Jaeyun. I love you with my whole heart.”

His face lights up, the words seeming to set aglow something deep within him. The only right reaction seems to be in the form of his lips attaching to yours in a passionate kiss, your shared love creating a beautiful path forward for the both of you.

He whispers his next words so lightly, you almost assume the statement is a figment of your imagination. “Marry me.”

You feel your face contort into a mixture of disbelief and elation, needing to hear him say it again for it to truly resonate. “What?”

“Marry me,” he repeats, his smile stretching across his face. “Marry me now, or in three months from now, or whenever you want. Just say you will.”

You exhale a breath of astonishment, unsure if he knows how much you want to say yes, to make this as real as it sounds on his lips. He leaves your side with a kiss to your temple to grab something from his jacket.

He comes back in record time, standing in front of you and twiddling the black box in both of his hands with anxious fingers. “I brought it with me to your house last night, I just didn’t know how to ask then. But I do now.”

Like in all the stories you’ve read and movies you’ve seen in your lifetime, he sinks down onto one knee before you. You place a hand over your mouth as he opens the box, a ring with an opal-shaped diamond cushioned in the center.

“Would you please do me the honor of being my wife?” Those words on his lips, visibly shaken from his own question, make a thousand butterflies flutter inside your chest.

Months ago, if you knew then you would end up here, from the edge of the sidewalk to now, you would not change a single moment. The world had been so gray before, you didn’t know what it was like to step in the sun until he came into your life. What other answer is there?

“Yes, yes, yes,” you respond, tears flooding your eyes as he shakily places the ring on your finger. It fits just right, the stone at the center sparkling in the darkness of the motel room.

You kiss Jake’s lips with all the force your body possesses, certain there’s no better future than right beside him.

The feeling of the gold band around your finger makes Jake shudder as it touches his cock. Your body is nestled perfectly on top of his as you take what you can’t put in your mouth between your fingers.

He laps up your essence with his tongue, ecstatic to have his face covered in your juices and smothered if need be by your wet cunt. If people think wedding nights are magical, engagement nights have to be a step up.

“Fuck, Jaeyun, yes,” you roll your hips into his awaiting mouth, his tongue available for you to lay your slit onto. The expletive leaves your mouth like honey, the feeling fitting for such a dirty word.

He knows exactly how to make you fall apart and be put back together, and the thought of doing this for the rest of your life makes you want to cry again from the pure happiness inside your core.

Jake takes his lips off of your pussy and sits up. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he takes you into his lap on the bed and kisses you fiercely. You taste yourself on his tongue as he skillfully takes your breath away with his lips. When you part, he says, “Angel, I know we said we’d wait, but I don’t know how much longer I can handle not being inside of you.”

You whimper at his words and suddenly rock your center into the tip of his cock, making him groan in the process. “I mean—we’re just starting early, right?”

Jake releases a joyous laugh and kisses you hungrily, his face in a constant state of ecstasy since you said “yes” hours ago. “Right.”

The anticipation makes you even wetter, crawling to the head of the bed as Jake grabs a condom from the bedside table. If there was one thing he had promised, he swore he wouldn’t get you pregnant. Not yet, anyway.

He rolls the rubber over his cock before joining you on the bed, lining up perfectly with your center. He rubs his tip against your folds, biting his lip at how easily it gets coated in your essence. “Ready?”

You nod eagerly, a smirk filling the entire bottom half of your face.

He pushes the tip in, the pressure a foreign feeling you had never experienced before. It took time and practice to get used to the size of his fingers, but this is another level of fullness that takes your breath away.

Once Jake’s partially inside and gives you a moment to adjust, he asks, “Can I move?”

You nod your head, holding onto his shoulders for support as he begins to thrust inside of you. He loves to see his cock disappearing between your legs, your body eagerly taking him in and stretching itself out to accommodate him. He loves the way you whimper at the movement of his hips and the pleasure you’re receiving.

Better yet, he loves you. He loves all of you, from the nonsensical words you speak in your sleep to the wrinkle between your eyebrows when you get mad. You’re all his, and he’s grateful to be the only one you call yours.

“We may never leave this motel,” Jake says, his words breathy as he continues moving his hips. “I could stay inside of you for the rest of my life, angel.”

“I love you so much,” you say, inching your hand between your bodies to roll your clit between your fingers.

“I love you,” Jake says. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you like he wants to pour all of his emotions from his being into your soul, just so you know how deep his love for you goes.

It’s all so overwhelmingly beautiful, you feel the swell of your release cresting over you like a tidal wave. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” you whisper, your mouth open wide from the moans and cries you cannot suppress.

Jake groans and slams his hips into you harder, filling you to the hilt repeatedly. “Come, angel. Come for me.”

You cry out as the orgasm takes hold of your body, your fingers working on their own accord on your clit as you fall off the edge.

Jake stills not a second later, releasing into the condom and taking the last remnants of his energy to thrust inside of you a few more times.

He pulls out and throws the rubber in a nearby trash can. His sweaty body clings to yours, hands rubbing up and down your arm tenderly as he kisses the curve of your shoulder.

You see the flash of your ring in the glow of the motel’s neon sign, and you think about how the night could not have gone any better.

Jake may be a bit reckless and not what you initially imagined for your future, but now that you have him, you wouldn’t give him up for anything. All the parts of you that stayed buried for so long have resurfaced because of him, and you could not be more grateful.

With your left hand a touch heavier than it was some hours ago, you fall asleep to the sound of the rain hitting the window and Jake’s rising and falling chest.

You walk out of your mother’s house, happy to have made a visit with her before she ran off to do her morning errands.

What you’re not pleased to encounter is the same crowd of women huddled with their homemade fans and cups of lemonade. They weren’t there when you arrived a few hours ago. Of course they show up when you have no chance of escaping them, like the vultures they are.

“Mrs. Sim,” Mrs. Choi says, her tone entirely made of stone with little warmth. “Pleasure to see you.”

Your new surname gives you indescribable amounts of happiness. It took your parents some time to get used to, but eventually, they realized you put your heart in the right place. Your father took his sweet time getting there, begrudgingly admitting a short time ago Jake is a very acceptable son-in-law, the turnaround of his perception of your husband complete.

You give the crotchety ringleader a fake smile and attempt to walk away, but Mrs. Lee interjects. “How’s your mister doing working at the church now?”

“Great,” you say, genuinely happy to talk about a topic you care for. “Jaeyun loves the kids. Little Yuna might actually be a guitar prodigy from what he’s told me.”

They all coo, practically synchronized in their sips of lemonade and fan flurries.

“Soon enough you’ll have one of your own, I’m sure,” Mrs. Choi remarks with sarcasm, her red-lipstick-stained front teeth on full display.

“Not too soon now,” Jake suddenly says, walking up the pathway to your mother’s house and taking you in by the waist. “My wife has to finish her Masters first. How else is she gonna start teaching at the community college?”

My wife. No matter how long it’s been since you officially got married in your church, that day a year ago forever ingrained in your memory, it still warms you to the bones hearing those words leave Jake’s lips.

The women all express signs of agreement, some nodding while others hum.

“We better get back home now, but you ladies have a nice day!” Jake bids them goodbye and walks you both down the stairs with his hand on the small of your back. Even if he were to be more than the perfect gentleman in front of them, they would still linger around with pesky eyes and constantly moving lips.

“They’re still betting we’re gonna crash and burn, aren’t they?” Jake whispers, teasing you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

You shake your head. You fall more in love with him every day that passes, no matter what the people around you do or don’t see. They may have their opinions, but it won’t shake the foundation you’ve built. “Well, they’re sure to be disappointed if I have anything to say about it.”

Jake’s eyes widen, his expression humorous yet surprised. “Easy, angel. Don’t want to have to tear my wife off of a nosy wine mom.”

Your heart aches at his words, him fully aware of what two of them in particular do to you. “I love you.”

Jake grins, inching his face closer to yours. “I’d love nothing more than to kiss you right now, but what would everyone say?” He asks with a mock face of horror.

You shrug without much care, grinning. “Someone once told me ‘fuck everyone else.’ And right now I couldn’t agree more.”

Jake laughs before he places a gentle kiss to your lips, the sun radiating off of him in waves as he pulls you closer.

No matter what anyone in your small town has to say, your choices are yours; you’re perfectly happy with how your life has turned out whether they think so too or not. And you will always choose Sim Jaeyun, now and forever.

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servicpop · 7 months ago

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TOJI FUSHIGURO ⋆⋆⋆ msg series(?) pt.1

NSFW › toji has no filter and is just one big pervert

It was a Saturday evening and you were settled on the carpet of your living room with your hands propped against the coffee table. You had an array of different colored nail polish lined up as you stared at them, debating which one to wear today. You enjoyed nail polish — even though it was seen as 'too feminine,' you thought painting your nails was a calming activity to do after long days of work. As you sat crossed legged on the floor, Toji was lazily draped over the couch, watching you silently.

He didn't care at all that you wore nail polish, sometimes you'd even convince him to wear some himself but he always stuck to plain black. He noticed your little situation, observing the way your eyes scanned over the options and the cogs turn in your head. It really wasn't that hard he thought.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Toji questioned, his voice smooth but had a certain rasp to it from his nap 20 minutes ago. His voice catches your attention and you break away from your little trance, turning to face him, you explain your "crisis". It was an innocent question from him at first, until the corners of his scarred lips curled up and a shit-eating grin plastered on Toji's face.

"I have an idea," He starts slowly. You knew he was up to no good when he had that scheming smile, "Make your nails the color of my dick." You stare at him. You blink once, twice, maybe four times while you try and form a reply to that sentence.

"Huh?" Finally, a word comes out your mouth and you find yourself increasingly confused and pretty shocked the more you thought about it. Toji had no shame. "I don't– i don't have a color that matches..." Toji took some time to prop himself up with his elbows before pointing at one of your polishes.

"That pink one is pretty close," he pointed out, "Here, let's do a lil' color match yeah?" Before you could even react, Toji pushes himself off the couch and walks over to where you're sat, picking up the pink-ish nail polish and holding it in his palm. His other hand hooks the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls it down just enough. It was all so sudden, you weren't ready to be flashed! Its not like you haven't seen his body before, more like it still made you nervous seeing it. Heat spread through your cheeks and your head immediately turned to the side, a hand flew up to shield your poor eyes from Toji's shameless display.

"Pretty close," Toji scoffed with a smile. His eyebrows raised when he saw you shielding your eyes and he placed down the nail polish before turning to you, "Don't act like you haven't seen it plenty of times before," He laughed, letting his waistband snap back into place before curling his arms around your waist, picking you up with ease. He lifted you as if you were a stray kitten, moving to gently bend you over the coffee table, using his body weight to hold you flush against the glass.

"I think that color matches your skin real well doll," His voice dropped an octave and became more heavier and sultry. As he kept you pinned between his body and the table, he took this chance to pull off his sweatpants and slide yours off as well. "You can't see but—" He tapped his cock against the curve of your ass, observing how the color of his tip contrasted nicely with your skin, "—it's perfect." His large hand went to grab the flesh of your cheek, spreading it apart so he could see your cute hole all eager for him. Seemed like your body wasn't as pure as you were. He wasn't going to bother fishing for lube so he leaned back and spat a glob over your entrance, using his tip to shallowly smear it across your hole.

He pushed in slowly, groaning as he felt warmth surround his dick. He loved the way you felt. Loved the way your walls would give his cock a warm welcome and a tight hug. His hands — that were placed on your hips — moved to underneath your shirt, feeling your soft, supple skin under his calloused fingers. His fingers kept groping at your skin, tugging at the places were you had a little more plush than others before moving to cup your chest, ghosting over your now hard nipples. You couldn't help but whimper at that, the way his fingers so gently tickled your chest like that had you squirming and Toji for sure noticed it.

"You're cute, you know that?" He breathed in softly, taking in the scent of your shampoo as he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hands still touching and caressing your torso. "Makes me wanna bite you," Toji growled against your shoulder, grazing his teeth along your skin but never actually sinking them into you, "But you're too pretty for that, seeing as the way you wanna doll yourself up all the time, bet you'd be mad if I leave an ugly mark hm?" His tone was so degrading it almost offended you but that feeling of offense was soon ignored once Toji pulled out and slammed back into you.

His dick rubbed against your prostate everytime he thrusted; at this point it was bullying with the way his cock aimed for your weak spots over and over again. The table creaked underneath your combined weight and the nail polishes on the desk rattled, threatening to fall over. Small strings of moans and mewls let your mouth as Toji kept pounding into you with his hands toying with your sensitive nipples. The stimulation was too much, you felt yourself try and wriggle out of his grasp, attempting to regain a little bit of your composure, but Toji just kept you pressed against the table and his fingers pinched at your buds.

"You can take it, I know you can. I've done worse to you," Toji hummed in your ear, you could practically feel the bass of his voice tickle your brain. He really was your weakness. He was being arguably nice to you right now. Toji really did have a thing for overstimulation and he loved seeing your brain go numb from all the pleasure he gives you.

You find yourself leaking, dripping pre onto your pants that pooled at your knees — luckily it didn't get on the carpet, that would be a pain to clean — and your eyes were rolling back, something you did when you were about to cum. You could tell Toji was too, his groans got louder and his cock pulsed inside you, waiting to spill. "Just a little more yeah?" He cooed, trailing his hands up to your collarbones and then to your neck, squeezing your adam's apple gently. Having your neck cradled like this made you feel somewhat vulnerable, especially considering how strong Toji was, but that was what made it all the more pleasurable, knowing that you were safe with Toji.

His cock grinded against your prostate once more and it sent you off the edge, a high whine left your throat as your toes curled and white spurted all over your pants. "Attaboy," He grumbled into your ear before thrusting into you one more time, groaning as he held your waist close to his body, making sure you took all of it.

Toji fully relaxed ontop of you, making you groan in protest from his crushing weight. "Y'know I heard that the best lipstick color is the colour of your nipple, maybe you should do that with your nails." He lifted you off the table, allowing you to look down at yourself but you slapped his hand away before he did anything stupid.

a/n : short little toji fic i wanted to write + some tests with layout, i also wrote this all in one day so its probably not that good TT

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buckyandgeraltsupremacy · 1 year ago

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remus x shy!reader (part 2)

i'm a whore for slow burns and so this little mini series will be a slow burn

author: sj

warnings: fluff, full moon possessiveness, slow burn, reader is described as having longish hair and uses she/her prounouns

part one / part three / part four / part five

masterlist

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this was your first full moon around remus since discovering he was a werewolf. you weren't nervous, just relieved you finally knew what was going on.

remus was terrified. everyone knew he got a little snappier when it came close to the full moon. he got wound tighter and tighter until happened and the last thing he wanted to do was snap at you.

you were 3 days away from the moon and you just finished with classes, following the boys to their common room to study with remus like normal.

you collapsed on the couch and remus fell into the cushion next to you. you both worked silently together for a while until you found remus significantly closer to you than he was before, your thigh pressed to his.

you weren't bothered by this, but remus was slowly combusting silently. he just felt this unexplained need to be touching you at all times. it started this morning when you were in class with him. your slytherin desk partner had his arm touching yours while you were both taking notes and remus thought he was going to lose. it.

at lunch he made sure he was next to you and that helped his need to be touching you. he usually started to ache before the full moons, but it seemed when you were close that he suddenly forgot about the pain and was only thinking about you. hence why he was trying to get closer to you while in the common room.

you sighed and put your books on the floor. you yawned and you slouched into the couch. remus studied you and noticed the tension you were carrying.

"lay down, bun. close your eyes for a while." remus said, patting his thigh. you nod and lay down your head on his thigh, hair cascading into his lap. remus felt his nerves start to calm and gently started running your hair through his fingers. he delicately plucked at your hair and fiddled with it.

about an hour later, sirius got restless and groaned dramatically on the floor.

"ughhhhh. i'm so bored. wake flea up so she can sneak to the kitchens with me and charm the elves." he said, rolling towards remus. remus stiffened.

"no. let her sleep. she's stressed and is actually resting right now. and if you wake her up, i will wait till you fall asleep tonight and find an insect to crawl into your ear and eat the little brains you have left." he said, it coming out a little more aggressive than remus intended, but feeling extremely protective of you.

the next day, all remus could think about was you. it was a saturday so he didn't expect to see you unless you wanted to come to the common room. and low and behold, you came through the portrait hole and came over to the boys with a small smile.

almost reflexively, remus' hands flew up to grab you as you passed, pulling you down almost on top of him as you passed. you gasped and giggled as you fell onto the couch next to remus, extending them over remus' sideways. remus sighed and pulled you into a hug and mumbled into your hair about how much he missed you.

"ew." peter mumurs.

"i had a theory that you would get possessive near the full moon and this is only proving me right." james says. your cheeks flush red and remus pulls back to look you in the eye.

"i just missed my bun is all. doesn't mean i'm some possessive alpha male." remus scoffs, looking towards the boys.

"your bun?! she's all of ours mate. not like you're dating the girl." sirius says, trying to get under remus' skin. remus' hands tighten around you, sirius' words already making remus' hypothetical hackles rise. remus, not wanting to admit sirius is right, just puts his head back to your shoulder and whispers, 'my bun'.

thus how you found out that remus gets a little possessive close to the full moon.

#remus lupin #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus x reader #remus x reader fluff #marauders x reader #marauders era #the marauders #marauders

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justliketoreadsowhat · 5 months ago

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Saturday Night Lights ❦

- 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 -

𝐀/𝐧 ; 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 ♥︎, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞-𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞.

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“You look so beautiful tonight” Paige expressed her admiration for you, her eyes roaming across your features relentlessly, it became like a second nature to her, no matter where you two were.

As for tonight, the Washington Spirts Soccer game was one of the many side quests you two had planned together. If there was ANY women’s sporting event occurring within a 30-mile radius, you could bet money you two would be in attendance.

“Mmm.. so what about all the other nights?” you teased, knowing you’d be amused by her reaction, you just loved to egg her on.

She clicked her tongue at your antics, “You look beautiful every night baby, but you already knew that” her tone low and soft eyeing your facial expression.

“Ewww! Can you guys stop being so cringey and watch the game” Drew groaned dramatically, moving over 2 seats away from the two of you. He never failed to make you laugh even though he was being so serious, he was definitely a 2.0 version of Paige.

“Just relax and eat the popcorn you begged me for”, she side-eyed him playfully

“Now you’re just dragging it, I can’t wait until Azzi gets here” shaking his head shamelessly, fixing his pride hat in the process.

“She’s not gonna save you Drew” you laughed, reaching over to flip the top of his hat inside out. You loved messing with him every chance you got, over the past few months, he’s become one of your greatest little sick kicks. “Eh she might, y’know she has her favorite children, too bad you’re not one of them” she shrugged.

“Not too much on Drew!” you snapped, mushing her face into your hands. “Guys! stop you’re on the big screen, look!”

Both of your eyes jolted upwards, only to meet eyes with the jumbotron zooming in on the two of you. The stadium erupted with loud cheers and applause that shook the seats.

“They left out Drew” she muttered through her cinematic smile, waving at the screen.

Without a 2nd thought, you pulled Drew back to his designated seat next to you, he cheesed at the screen with delight

“Yeah that’s definitely getting posted on Tiktok, guess you’ll have more to add to your collection hm?” a familiar voice rang from behind you. “Azzi! finally, I was getting tourtered out here” Drew said exasperated, pulling her down into a tig hug.

“Wow so now we’re lying for fun” her nose scrunched up in disbelief, “remember those words”

“Gosh what did ya’ll do to him this time?, kiss??” she questioned lingering with sarcasm.

“No! we’d never do that“

“THATS A LIE! I still remember that day I caught you guys outside-“

“Okay anyways!” you intervene, saving yourself the embarrassment of re-living the moment. “There’s a spokesperson heading our way so act like civil human beings”

“I already talked during the Mystic game so I’m clocked out for the day” Azzi sighed, climbing over the row of seats to sit next to Drew “Paige this is all you” tilting her head to the woman who stood near the railings waiting for people to clear the path.

“I don’t even know what to say..” she trailed off, her fingers lightly tapping your forearm trying to gather her thoughts, her social battery had to be low by this point, but she would never turn down an opportunity to speak out at events, a professional yapper in her natural habitat always thrives.

“Come with me” she asserted standing up to her full frame as you remained planted in your seat. There is no way you were going to endure a microphone being shoved in your face for thousands of people to see, being on the big screen was good enough for you.

“What am I supposed to say?!” you said barely above a whisper. Your brain began to rattle with scenarios

“Just stand there and look pretty like you always do” her hands met yours as she gently peeled you from your seat.

“Don’t forget to make eye contact, it gets em everytime” Azzi winked, you chuckled at her antics, she was so effortlessly charming, although she’d never admit it.

“Make sure you remind her to blink, sometimes she forgets” Drew laughs, popcorn spilling from the bucket he soon forgets he was supposed to be holding.

Paige swung her arm across his lap, sending the popcorn flying across the stands. “Make sure you clean up your mess, sometimes you forget” she grits. You gasped trying your best not to bring any more attention to the scene unfolding. Pulling her away from the seats you made your way to the spokeswoman.

What a fun way to spend your Saturday night, and to think it was only the beginning.

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #azzi fudd #uconn huskies #black stories #paige x reader

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magpiepills · 7 months ago

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Into The Deep End

Rating: EXPLICIT! 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller: Hole Filler x AFAB reader

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: you and your friend are invited to swim at the home of her boyfriend’s friend.

Warnings: PIV, dirty talk, little size kink, age gap, swimming, girls kissing girls, multiple orgasms, creampie, drug and alcohol use. no use of y/n, no outbreak, no Sarah, plus perhaps others.

A word for the author: this is a repost! well this isn’t the DBF I had planned. He wasn’t cooperating, so instead you get Best Friend’s Boyfriend’s Buddy Joel and his big dick. The important thing is that we have Joel and we have him in a timely manner!

Kim hadn’t shut up about her boyfriends neighbor all week. “He’s sooo good looking. If it wasn’t for Matt, I’d be all over him. Maybe I’ll be all over him anyway, Matt likes it when I flirt!”

“Isn’t he like, fifty though?” You frown, not looking up from your magazine.

“Nah, he’s forty, tops. Does it matter though? He’s gorgeous. Wait until you see him.”

You were skeptical. It seemed weird for an older guy to invite some college kids to hang out and swim in his pool. You needed some excitement and distraction in your life, though. College had been rough. Classes were grueling and your own boyfriend had unceremoniously dumped you right before finals. It was a killer blow.

“Whats his name? Josh? Jared? Is he really ok with us using his pool?”

“It’s Joel. And he said we can come over any time. He lives alone and he’s always been like a big brother to Matt. Plus he’s so chill. He always has weed, he’s not creepy, he’s fun. You’ll love him. I told him all about you and he seemed really interested in meeting you.”

“Kim!” You admonished and swatted her with your magazine. “Do not try anything with this guy. I don’t need to be set up with an old guy!”

“Just wait until you see him. You’ll thank me.”

And she was right. On Saturday afternoon you and Kim met Matt at Joel’s house. The guys were already in the back yard, music playing, cooler full of beer by the back door, floats in the pool. Kim ran to Matt, and he lifted her into a hug, one hand squeezing her ass in a wide grip. You sat down the bag holding your towel, sunscreen, and tshirt, and said hello to the astoundingly attractive man sitting at the patio table.

“You must be Joel. Thanks for letting us use your pool.”

“Don’t mention it. Matt told me you girls are home for the summer, so feel free to come by any time and swim. Beer?” He gestured at the cooler.

“Please!” You accepted his offer gratefully and watched him press the cap into his big palm and twist it off. Kim was right, he’s gorgeous. Tall and tan, with silver just beginning to thread through his dark, messy hair and dark brown eyes. He had a broad chest and shoulders. You took the beer and sipped, and eyed him as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a slightly soft belly and a trail of dark hair leading under his light blue trunks. Dear god you thought, a giddy feeling welling up inside you with an urge to run your hands over his skin. You felt like such a creep. You imagined touching him and smelling him, laying your head on his chest, biting his shoulder.

“Come in with me!” Kim’s call snapped you out of your thoughts, and you grabbed your towel, spreading it on the concrete. The water was warm, and it felt good to float and splash around a while. A game of chicken was suggested and abandoned, in favor of a round of shots, and you felt a little disappointed that you wouldn’t get to sit on Joel’s shoulders. You’d have to find another way to get your legs around him.

You got out of the pool, toweled off, and rummaged through our bag until you found your sunscreen. Perched on the patio chair, you slathered your arms and shoulders with Hawaiian tropic, and glanced up at Joel, catching his gaze for a fraction of a second before his eyes darted away. He could pretend he wasn’t watching you rub sunscreen on your chest all he wanted.

Kim swam near you and put her arms about your waist, leaning close to whisper in your ear “He’s hot, right? Are you sorry you doubted me?” “So sorry, Kim, I’m going to fuck him, I swear to god.” You said it with a laugh, but you kind of meant it.

After a few more drinks you were feeling bold, you and Kim were getting handsy with each other, a familiar intimacy shared by best friends, but something the two of you’d wielded more than once to draw the gaze of the boys you wanted to tease. Matt was happy to watch, and Joel couldn’t take his eyes off you and Kim, squeezing each other's hips and casually tugging at each other's bikini tops, dragging fingertips along the edge of the triangles over your breasts, whispering and giggling and all but kissing. “Here we go!” You could hear Matt whoop, finally noticing what you and Kim were doing. You saw Joel shifting down in his seat, adjusting his trunks as inconspicuously as he could, but you knew what he was doing. Your eyes met his and you gave him the smallest smile before turning back to Kim and whispering to her again. The beers you’d drank and the raw attraction you felt for Joel were mixing together low in your stomach and your inhibition was quickly dissolving.

Matt had had enough and jumped into the water, wrapping his arms around you and Kim and making lewd jokes about threesomes that had you giggling and blushing. He had seen enough of you and Kim’s shenanigans to know that it wasn’t going to happen and he eventually pulled your bestie away to the shallow end to make out, leaving you alone. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, and as you tried to decide what to do next, you felt a splash on your shoulder. Joel had came and sat on the edge of the pool, looking down at you and smiling his open, warm smile before slipping in beside you.

“Are you and her and him a thing?” He asked, sounding awestruck that such a thing could happen in his own pool.

“No, just friends. I’ve known Kim for ages, we like to goof around.”

“I never goofed around with my friends like that. What’s your boyfriend think?” There it was.

“No boyfriend. Just all by my lonesome. What about you? Is your girlfriend out with her girlfriend?”

“Damn. I wish. But no, no girlfriend to speak of.”

With that you let him watch as you slowly looked him over, nibbling flirtatiously at your lip, not knowing how you wanted him to respond. He smiled and in better light you might be able to see him blush.

“‘Nother beer?”

“Why not?”

You followed him out of the pool, he got out first, then turned to offer you a hand to pull yourself up. A big, wide, strong, warm hand. Back at the table you sat closer to him, sipping your beer and twisting lazily in the comfy spinning chair.

You chatted for a while, about movies you’d seen, music you liked, books you’ve read, finding you had a lot of things in common. The longer you talked, the closer together you got until your legs were across his lap and he was gently stroking your calves.

Kim and Matt were asleep on a lounge chair, and you really should have woken them up to go home, them in his bed, you on the couch, but instead, you and Joel just looked at them for a moment, and he asked if you wanted to watch a movie.

“It’s not that late, they’ll probably get up soon and want to leave.” He reasoned and you didn’t have an argument.

You just followed him through the sliding patio door, past a sparse but clean kitchen, and onto an ugly sofa that was more comfortable than your own bed.

You groaned when you sank into it, tucking your legs under you. You had slipped on your tshirt, but your now dry bikini was still underneath. Joel’s house was dark and cool inside, the only light coming from the light over the stove in the kitchen and the tv.

Joel put on Night of the Living Dead and came back to the couch with a blanket, tossing it over you. You noticed he had changed into soft looking plaid pajama pants and a gray shirt, smelling like a mix of fabric softener and chlorine. He propped his feet on the coffee table and started the movie.

“It’s ok if you get scared. I won’t tell anybody if you hide your eyes.” He teased.

You told him how you loved scary movies, even though they terrified you.

When the first vaguely gruesome scene came on you pulled the blanket over your face. Joel pulled you against his side with a sigh.

“I’ll tell you when it’s over.” His arm stayed around you though, and you lifted the blanket so he could get under too.

It wasn’t long before your legs were back in his lap and he watched you while you watched the movie.

“This isn’t even that scary. They’re too slow.”

Maybe you were just lulled into comfort by Joel’s presence and warmth, and the way he stroked his thumb up and down your shin, squeezed your ankle gently, massaged your calf…

“Slow’s good.”

His voice was a little deeper, and he was a little closer and you didn’t move away. You turned your head and looked at him, gazing down at you, messy hair and soft eyes.

“Yeah. Maybe slow’s not bad.”

He hummed and brushed his nose against yours.

Your lips met slowly, sliding to fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, warm and soft, and his hand on your shin moved up to your knee, up to your thigh, to your hip, where he found the little bow of your bikini bottom and you could feel him smile against your lips .

“Been wanting to do this all day. Ever since I saw you walk in.”

You were surely blushing now. “You should have. All I heard about all day was how good looking you are.”

Joel sat up a little straighter and lifted his eyebrows at that. “Oh yeah? Did I disappoint ya?” He asked while you leaned forward so he could tug your t-shirt over your head.

“When we were in the pool I told Kim I was going to fuck you.”

Your admission stopped him in his tracks, stunned and mouth agape.

“Jesus, you’ve got a mouth on you.”

And you couldn’t stop yourself then. “Mhm. I can show you my mouth.”

Not your sexiest line, but it had the intended effect. Joel was looking at you like he wasn’t sure you were real.

“Come here.” He pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him, only your bikini and his pajama pants separating you now, you could feel him, hard and huge.

You circled your hips, making him groan as he kissed you deeply, tongues meeting and swirling gently before he kissed a path down your neck, across your collarbone, and down between your breasts before l pressing a kiss to each one. He slid his hands up your sides as he kissed, and toyed with the thin material of your top before dipping two thick fingers under the fabric and pulling it to the side. He kissed the swell of your breast before licking the firm peak, and sucking it into his warm mouth. Everything about Joel was so soft and warm and comfortable.

“Let me take this off.” He said with his fingers already pulling at the strings tied at the back of your neck. It wasn’t a request, really. He was needy. You quickly untied the strings at your back and flung the whole thing over your shoulder.

He sat back, mesmerized by your tits. He stared, wide-eyed for a moment before cupping both breasts, lifting and squeezing them, kissing and licking your pebbles nipples as he tilted his hips to grind his cock against your covered pussy.

You ran your fingers through his hair, met each movement, surely leaving a wet spot between you, and when you couldn’t take it any more, you reached down and pulled the string on either side of your hips.

“Fuck. Are you going to let me do this?”

You bit your bottom lip, looked at him through your eyelashes and nodded. “You want to fuck me Joel?”

He moved fast, grabbing the fabric out from under you and slinging it away and wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you against his chest while he used his other hand to cover your pussy, the heat of his palm radiating up through your core, sliding his fingers forward and back to gather your slick and spread it through your folds and over your clit.

“You’re so wet. You get wet for me? Like feeling this big cock? This what you need to fill you up?” He lifted his hips to press his cock against your mound, making you moan into his neck.

“Yes. Yes Joel, please.”

Neither of you were going to be able to hold out much longer. You wanted to tease each other, but you needed him inside you.

He lifted his hips again, shimmying down his pants and boxers as quickly as he could. Finally freed, he arranged you on his lap, his cock resting on the curve of your ass, so close to where you needed him.

“You on the pill or somethin’?” He asked as he ran his fingers over your folds again, making you tilt your hips to chase his touch, then stroking his cock with your arousal.

“Yeah. I’m good, got an iud.”

“Good, cause I’m not pullin’ out.” He said, as he positioned his thick head at your entrance and pulled you downward to meet his thrust.

The pinch was extraordinary, but melted out into a warmth that made him feel destined to be inside you. The two of you set a rhythm, you grinding down and him thrusting up, slow and deep, and wet, letting your clit roll against him. Your orgasm crept up, hot and tight in your belly, and he could feel you on the edge of release.

“Want to feel you come on my cock. Squeezin me so tight, feel you soaking me.” He babbled at you and took your nipple back into his mouth, grunting lewdly as he sucked.

It was so much. So many sensations, his mouth, his cock, his hands, his heat, his voice, they crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Joel watched, rapt as you rode it out on his lap, loving how you used his body for your own pleasure, loving how you responded to him, how you took him.

You came back to him with a kiss, blissed out, feeling floaty.

“Fuck, that was good.” You purred to him, no plan to ever leave his lap.

“Gotta fuck you, sweetheart. Y’feel too good.” He throbbed inside you, setting off a small aftershock.

Leaning back, bracing yourself on his knees, you rode him slowly, swiveling your hips, tits on display for him, giving him a good look at where he entered you, and of the thick white ring around the base of his turgid member.

The room spun when Joel flipped you onto the couch. He knelt between your knees, jerking himself at the sight of your swollen pussy, your flushed chest, your kiss-reddened lips.

In a final sprint toward his own finish, Joel pulled your hips up against his, buried himself deep and complete in your wet pussy, and set an unrelenting pace. No words were left except his chanting Fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Oh shit baby. Fuck! Accompanied by your whining, your begging for his cum. You didn’t need to wait long for your reward, although you think you gladly spend the rest of your life stretched around his cock.

He broke with three final thrusts, lips falling open, stilling inside you to spill deep.

Spent and disoriented, Joel dropped his weight onto you while he caught his breath. He kissed your chest, rubbed your side, and lay in comfortable quiet until you tapped his shoulder, reluctantly parting to clean yourselves up.

Joel found your swimsuit for you, and gave you a tshirt to put on. He tried to find the words to ask you to stay, to spend the weekend, the week, the month with him. To keep fucking him and talking to him and eating and watching movies. He wanted to take you out, play your songs, see your apartment, everything that would keep

You in arms reach. But the back door slid open, and there were Kim and Matt bursting your bubble of possibility with their impeccable timing to take you away.

Before he could stop you, your flip flops were on, your keys were in your hand, and you were kissing his cheek goodbye.

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munson-blurbs · 8 months ago

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Summary: An evening in the Wheeler basement reveals what you've been trying to deny about your best friend, and longtime crush, Eddie.

WC: 827

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, unrequited love, mention of sex. You've been warned.

Eddie “Speak First, Think Later” Munson struck again.

A rainy spring Saturday had the Hellfire Club gathered for an impromptu meeting in the Wheeler basement. Eddie whipped out a campaign that he’d been saving, somehow just as detail-rich as the ones he’d meticulously prepared for regular Friday sessions. It had gone on for hours until Dustin, the last player standing, rolled to cast a fireball and was met with utter failure.

“Damn, and here I thought this was one of my weaker ones.” Eddie popped a sour cream and onion chip in his mouth, crunching down with a triumphant grin. “Looks like I’m unstoppable. Impenetrable. Invincible, even.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Gareth muttered, but there was no missing his own smile as he added, “tell that to Chrissy Cunningham.”

Chrissy Cunningham? Your stomach dropped at the mention of her name. You’d noticed him glancing over at her table in the cafeteria, and saw him at her locker a few times, but that didn’t mean…

Jeff snorted. “He can’t tell her anything without looking like a total moron. ‘H-Hey, Chrissy. Nice hair, um, thing.’”

“I do not sound like that, asshole.”

“Dude, you said that exact sentence in algebra yesterday. It was a direct quote.”

Your throat was scratchy from shouting during the game, but you cleared it and forced yourself to speak. “What’s going on with Chrissy?”

Grant ignored the glare that Eddie preemptively gave the rest of the guys. “Our fearless leader is smitten with the Queen of Hawkins High,” he teased. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all underscored his statement with obnoxious kissy noises.

“Shut up!” Eddie yelled, but it only further spurred them on.

“Don’t be shy,” Dustin said through his laughter. “Everyone knows you loooooove her!”

You didn’t. Okay, maybe a part of you did, but your optimism—or perhaps naivety—dismissed the idea. Because if he loved Chrissy, that meant he didn’t love you. It meant the long hugs and arms slung over your shoulder were platonic. That the deep conversations late into the night were simply between friends.

“I don’t love her,” Eddie retorted, his pinkening cheeks giving him away. “I just think she’s cute, okay?”

“Cute?” Lucas said. He rolled his eyes. “Puppies are cute. Kittens are cute. Babies are—”

“Fine, I think she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my goddamn life!” Eddie snapped, but a soft smile tugged at the ends of his lips. “Are you idiots happy now?”

The most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. In his life.

Happy? You were the farthest thing from happy.

Your eyes blurred with tears, blinking them back and timing a sniffle with the crinkling of the chip bag as Mike passed it to Lucas. If you could pull yourself together, you could excuse yourself before you broke down completely.

“Dude.” Jeff looked at Eddie, pulling his gaze to you despite your reluctance to even glance his way. “She’s a girl.”

“Oh, shit.” Eddie chuckled, snagging his Mountain Dew can from the snack table and taking an extended swig. “It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend, though.”

Gareth feigned a pout. “I thought I was your best friend.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not having sex with you either.”

You watched as Eddie finished his soda, crushing the can in his fist and tossing it at the drummer’s curly mop of hair.

It’s not like I’m gonna have sex with my best friend.

Not even a pause. Not a moment of consideration. Nothing close to the movie-esque scene where the boy realized that the girl of his dreams had been right in front of him the whole time.

Mustering up a half-smile, you pushed yourself off of the couch. “I’m gonna head home. I’m pretty beat.”

Beat. Broken. Destroyed. Shattered.

Eddie sat up, brushing Lays crumbs onto his jeans and leaving them shiny with oily residue. “Let me drive you,” he offered.

You shook your head. “N-No, I wanna walk.”

“It’s raining,” he protested.

“It’s fine.”

That may have been the first time you’d declined the chance to spend time alone with him. You lived for the days you’d climb into the passenger seat of his van after Hellfire, resting your head against the window as it vibrated from the bass of the radio speakers.

Eddie shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, turning his attention back to the guys.

He didn’t come after you. You heard his laughter echoing around the basement as you ascended the stairs, barely managing to close the door before you burst into tears.

Everything you wanted Eddie to feel for you, he felt for Chrissy. The thought of watching his eyes follow her around the cafeteria on Monday roiled a sickness within you.

You wished you’d never showed up to the Wheelers’ today. Although it wouldn’t have changed Eddie’s love for Chrissy—or his lack of love for you—at least you could continue pretending that there was hope.

Now, you had nothing but a broken heart.

#eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #angst #hurt/no comfort

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dazzlerwriting · 18 days ago

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cowboy take me away

j.seresin x reader

pictures not mine, credits to pinterest

1k words

summary: sort of inspired by “Cowboy Take Me Away” by The Chicks. (great song you should check it out!) what was supposed to be a celebratory night, turns into reader sitting alone at a bar in texas. that is until a blonde aviator, visiting home, notices her.

Warnings: fluff! reader has not great friends. talks about an ex boyfriend. Alcohol consumption. Jake Seresin being a charming man? She/her pronouns are used and reader is said to be shorter than jake! no use of y/n!

authors note: first fic!! lmk what you think!

Sitting alone in a bar in the middle of Austin, Texas was not how you thought your Saturday was going to go. You had recently graduated from University of Texas in Austin so you thought you would be out with your boyfriend and friends, celebrating the fact that you were finally going to go to the University of California San Diego to get your masters in Educational Studies. But you just broke up with your boyfriend due to his extreme lack of interest in your relationship. He literally shrugged when you told him it was over. On top of that your friends seemingly forgot that you had plans, go figure.

So now you were sitting in some bar, under the soft disco lighting, with cowboy hats everywhere, fiddling with the straw in your drink, wondering how it could all go sour so fast.

“Is this seat taken?” a strong voice with a southern drawl asked. You whipped your head so fast you thought you could see the looney tunes birds flying, but no, what you saw was a man with sandy blonde hair and eyes that could rival the trees in the Ozarks. “Oh! Um N-no. No, it’s not.” He took his seat with a devilish smirk and waved down the bartender to order another drink for himself. While doing so you missed the part where he ordered you another drink. You were too busy roaming your eyes from the black Stetson that sat on top of his head, to the shirt that said “US Navy” & “H_ngm_n” on the pocket, and finally to the steel-toed cowboy boots that sat on his feet.

You heard a cough, and that’s when you realized he had been talking to you and was a bit closer now. Get it together he just asked a simple question and you just got out of a relationship, you scolded yourself. “Sorry, sorry what did you say?”

The smirk on his face just grows a bit bigger while replying, “I was just asking why a pretty girl like you looks so defeated in the most lively bar in all of Austin?”

Great. He’s charming and astute apparently. Now you can either lie to this very handsome man, or you can become the stereotypical person who dumps everything at the bar. Saved by the bell, or bartender in this case, because he delivers the drinks to you both, making the smirk on this man’s face slide to a polite smile, and also giving you a sense of reprieve at this moment.

“I’m Jake by the way, sorry if the question was too intense for an introduction. Can’t help but be curious.” You give him your name and the smirk is back way too quickly. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he replied, his smirk turning to a kind smile. “Does that work on all of the girls?” you snap back quickly. He looks a bit taken aback by the question, but that doesn’t deter him one bit, “Wouldn’t know, did it work on you?”

Sighing you finally turn to face him fully, taking in his form once again. After the day you’ve had, you decide you’ll entertain him for a bit, “Ya know what cowboy, it might’ve but don’t let that get to your head. We don’t need that cowboy hat to fall off.” Jake takes you in for a minute and gives you a smile that might be the sweetest thing you’ve seen in a bit. “So you gonna tell me why you’re lookin’ all sad in the middle of this bar?” he asks you once again, and you finally decide you need to at least tell someone or you might cry. So with your head down and while fidgeting with your hands, you tell him, “I just got accepted into the master’s program I applied for and to celebrate I was gonna meet my boyfriend and friends here. As you can see neither are here. I broke up with him and my friends all forgot or something, who knows.” You finally take a breath and look back up to see him looking at you with the slightest hint of concern.

He shakes his head and laughs gently. “Well, I guess congratulations are in order for the graduate, and for getting rid of the boyfriend who didn’t appreciate the beauty in his life.” With a soft smile, he tips his beer towards you and you do the same.

He abruptly stands up and holds out his hand, a silent question for a dance. You take it with a quizzical look on your face, and he drags you to the middle of the dance floor; now that you’re there, you look around and see that this place has cleared out a bit since you first got here. He looks down at you with a bit of adoration and says “A congratulatory dance is a necessity.”

He grabs your hips, while you wrap your arms around his neck, and it’s at this moment you realize that you would much rather be here, wrapped in this stranger’s arms, dancing to “Cowboy Take Me Away” than in the silence that your ex would’ve given. Looking at Jake with a smirk on your face, “The song is real fitting if you ask me, cowboy.” Your fingers are playing with the soft hair at the bottom of his head, and for a second it’s like a cat reacting to someone scratching their head. You’d be shocked if he didn’t start purring.

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed,” he replies with a soft chuckle. Looking into each other’s eyes, you stand on your toes, and you both lean in… but of course, nothing would go as planned. His cowboy hat hits you right in the forehead.

You pull back from each other and both break out into a fit of giggles. Jake looks at you with a soft smile, tips his cowboy hat back, and leans in again. This time your lips meet in a delicate kiss, his lips are soft and you can smell a hint of cologne on him. Warmth fills your cheeks, the kiss lasting only a matter of seconds, but it's just enough time for everything around you to disappear. When the kiss is over, your foreheads meet and you both continue swaying under the reflected disco lighting. Maybe tonight is way better than you originally planned.

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman imagine #hangman x reader #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #hangman imagine

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oneforthemunny · 9 months ago

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yayo (remastered) |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: when your younger sister calls you to pick her and her friend up, it leads you to meeting her friend's dad.

this is the first chapter of the older!eddie remaster! title stays the same, i'm just revamping it :) you can read the original series here!

contains: age gap (eddie is early forties, reader is late twenties early thirties, all consensual), language, teenage stupidity of younger siblings (and their friends) lol, slightly mean eddie but not really.

word count: 3.5k+

“Hello?” A groggy, croak of an answer fell from your lip. Eyelids pulled together, weights of sleep held them closed, pressing the cool screen of your phone to your ear.

There was a pause, nearly timid in response. “Hey.” The familiar tone ridded whatever sleepiness you still felt, kickstarted every instinct of panic, flooding through your veins, right down to your core.

“It’s me.” You pulled the phone away to check anyways, Madeline’s name flashing across the screen, still decorated with a flurry of bright, smiley emojis from when she added them years ago.

“What’s wrong?” Call it older sister instinct, maybe dread, but you knew by the tightness in her tone something was wrong.

“Will you do me a favor?” Madeline sucked in a breath from the other line. “A big favor, like a huge one. Please, I’ll owe you one back forever, and-”

“-What do you need?” You muttered, too groggy to be fully annoyed, legs swinging out of the warmth of your covers to the frigid wood of the apartment’s floor. Using the soft, purple glow of Roku Village on the TV, you stumbled around towards the light switch. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am. Well, I mean- like physically, I’m fine.” Madeline paused, hesitation filling the line. “Look, you can’t tell Mom or Dad. Do you swear?”

“What did you do?” There was the irritation, falling with a huff of pure annoyance, one only a younger sibling could bring- affection and annoyance, blended together and pouring from your tongue.

“No, you gotta swear. Swear on your life you won’t tell.” Madeline’s voice was fiercer now, that hushed tone that you were too familiar with.

“Ok, I swear. What do you need? Why the hell are you calling me at,” You pulled your phone back, blearily blinking to clear the clouded sleep in your vision. “Christ, at two in the morning?-”

“-Don’t start.” Madeline rolled her eyes. “C-Can you come get me and my friend?”

“From where?” You frowned, stopping in the middle of the room.

“We’re in Chestnut Square, you know the neighborhood that the Henson’s live in? It’s, like, two streets over. I can drop you a pin.” Madeline danced around the request.

“Why are you there?” You knew. Of course you knew. It wasn’t all that long ago you were in Chestnut Square or near the Quarry by Lover’s Lake, sipping on wine coolers and shitty beers that someone got from the gas station by the high school that never carded.

“Why do you think I’m here?” Madeline clipped in annoyance, a huff of staticed annoyance falling from the other line. “I’m at a party-”

“-On a Wednesday?” You scoffed. “You couldn’t even wait until Friday or Saturday like a normal delinquent? On a weekday, Madeline, seriously-”

“-Look, can you come pick me up or not?” Madeline snapped, and you could practically see her eyes roll through the phone. “I didn’t drive. Brielle and I got picked up and the guy who brought us, he’s… he’s not doing great right now, and we just need to get home. Can you please come pick us up?”

The streets were a ghost town as you cruised towards the neighborhood, opposite from your downtown apartment. You had work tomorrow, an early shift. Madeline couldn’t have done this yesterday on your off day, or even Friday when you closed. Your jaw set at the thought, a burst of sleep deprived, inconveniencing annoyance bursting in your chest, burning with bother.

Still, Madeline was your baby sister, difficult as she was, you were glad she called you.

You followed the automated voice towards the end of the neighborhood, the house bright with lights and lined with cars. Madeline was on the curb, arm wrapped tightly around the girl beside her, steadying her sway.

“Hey,” Madeline muttered, pulling the door open. “Thank you so much. Seriously, you’re the best.”

“The best.” Brielle slid in before Madeline. Well, slid was generous, more like fell into your back seat.

Brielle Munson had been Madeline’s best friend for years. A staple in her childhood, and therefore a figure in your own life. Countless sleepovers, birthday parties, you’d even carpooled them to school your senior year when they started middle school.

As well as you knew her, you never took her as the black out on a Wednesday type, but your mother had often made passing, hushed tone comments about Brielle’s own mother. “She’s a little different. Kinda a wild card.” Your mother muttered to you one day, brows raising in a pointed look. You didn’t know much about Brielle’s family, never met them. Brielle always came over to your family’s house- you figured that was why.

“Is she good?” You muttered, pulling the rearview mirror down, angling it towards Brielle. Her head pressed in slopped defeat against the cool window, forehead rolling over the cold glass.

Madeline turned. “Brie, you good?”

“‘M good, ‘m good. Are we gonna get Cook Out?” Brielle slurred, cheek pressed to the window.

You huffed, another thing to add to the mental list of Madeline’s inconveniences- cleaning your windows of the foundation Brielle left behind tomorrow.

“Is she gonna puke?” You huffed, shoving the gear into place, rolling away from the front of the house.

“No, she’s not gonna puke-”

“-Madeline, if she fuckin’ pukes, I swear to God, you will be cleaning it tonight.” You sneer, eyes flickering towards the rearview to see Brielle. “I can’t handle puke, I will not handle puke-”

“-She won’t puke.” Madeline huffed, arms crossing over her chest in annoyance. “Brie, don’t puke.”

“I won’t.” Brielle muttered, slouching down the window.

“She’s almost asleep. She’s good.” Madeline shook her head. “We gotta take Brielle home first. Take a right up here.” She pointed out the window.

“Great, I’m the fucking Uber tonight, too? Madeline, I have to work in the morning-”

“-It’s literally two minutes away.” Madeline rolled her eyes. “She’s at her dad’s tonight. It won’t take that long. I just have to get her back in her room- shit.” Madeline turned in her seat, tapping Brielle’s knee. “Brie, you gotta wake up, ok? You have to get back to your room.”

“Nice.” You threw your hands up, irritation bubbling to a raging boil in your chest. “You’ve got to sneak her back in? How are you gonna do that?”

“She snuck out through her window, chill.” Madeline rolled her eyes. “Turn right at the light.”

“So, you’re going to do what? Shove her back in? I’m not helping you. I said I’d come pick you up, and that’s it-”

“-Did I ask you to help? No.” Madeline snarled. “Brielle, wake up, seriously.”

“I’m literally awake.” Brielle groaned, though her eyes stayed shut.

“Where am I going?” You threw a hand out lightly.

“Keep going straight.” Madeline muttered, body still twisted towards the back. “Brie, do you have your phone?”

“I think so.” Brielle muttered, lazily patting herself before turning towards the seat. “Oh, ‘s right here.”

“Turn left into this neighborhood. Then at the stop sign take a right, her house is on the corner.” Madeline turned back towards you.

You flicked the turn signal on with dramatic irritation, gliding into the neighborhood to the small house on the corner of the street, the edge of the cul de sac. Bloomington Lane, the street sign stood proudly above the stop sign at the edge of the road.

“Cut your lights.” Madeline muttered, climbing over the center console towards the back of the car. You felt like you were in high school again, flooding of your own memories, sneaking your friends back inside, coming through the unlocked window in the guest room. Watching Madeline help Brielle, crouched over her trying to get her sober enough to walk, it felt like a lifetime and yesterday all at once.

Your reminiscent memories were cut short when the porch light flicked on, a blinding cast of warm light cutting through the calm, dark of the street.

“Shit,” Madeline hissed, wide eyed and caught, looking out the window. “Shit, shit, shit, Brie, you gotta get up. You gotta get up for real, your dad is here, Brie.”

“No, he’s asleep.” Brielle muttered, head lolling back against the seat drunkenly.

“Madeline.” You hissed, eyes cutting towards the porch, a silhouette of a man stalking furiously towards you. You weren’t sure if you should look, turn away, drive away, a sweaty, knuckled grip on the steering wheel.

“Fuck, that’s Brielle’s dad.” Madeline whispered.

“Madeline,” You growled through gritted teeth. “What the fuck-” You jumped, bare knuckles rapping furiously on your window. Through the glare of the radio on your window, you could see him on the other side.

“Hi,” You squeaked, rolling down the window. “Sorry, I-I’m just-”

“-Who the fuck are you?” His voice boomed, sharp and cutting as the look on his face. You flinched under the tone.

“I-I,-”

“-Hi, Mr. Munson.” Madeline peeked timidly around your seat. His dark eyes flicked towards her, still narrowed in intimidating challenge. “We’re just, we’re bringing Brielle home.” Madeline’s voice shook, though she tried to swallow it, steady it. “This is my sister.”

You waved, tongue too thick and swollen to say anything. Now you really felt like you were in high school again, scared shitless, caught like a deer in blinding headlights by a furious parent.

“She came and got Brielle and I.” Madeline didn’t offer any more explanation, instead nodding towards Brielle.

“The fuck is wrong with her?” The spitting venom in his tone made you jump.

“She-She just had too much to drink.” You stammered, hands still gripping the wheel.

He tore open the backseat door, Madeline holding Brielle to keep her from falling limply out onto the concrete. “What is wrong with her? Did someone drug her?” He snapped, holding Brielle carefully.

“No, no, n-no, I was there with her all night. We brought our own-” Madeline cringed at the glare Mr. Munson gave her. You cringed for her. “She didn’t get drugged. I-I made sure. I watched her, she just… she had too much to drink, Mr. Munson, I’m so sorry.”

“Where’d you get it from?” He sneered, pulling his daughter out of the car with a gritted grunt. “You buy it for them?” His eyes were back on you, so harsh it had you jumping.

“No.” You and Madeline squeaked in unison.

“I just came and-and got them-”

“-I called her to make sure she’d get us home safe.” Madeline added, head bobbing furiously in a nervous nod.

“Yeah.” You looked at Madeline, then back at the fuming man. Brielle sliding in his arms, limp in his hold. “Here, I-I can help you get her in-”

“-No.” He sneered, pulling Brielle up, ignoring her muttered huffs of protest. “I don’t need your help. You’ve done enough tonight.” You felt small under his glare, biting tone that had you shrinking into your seat.

“I-I’m really sorry.” You muttered nervously, heart drumming with adrenaline, with fear. You didn’t know why you were apologizing, if anything, you’d made the one smart decision of the night. You thought Mr. Munson might appreciate that you’d gone to bring his daughter home safe.

The narrowed eye glare he tossed you before he was dragging Brielle towards the house, told you he did not appreciate your vigilant efforts. Your face drained, a flush of heat and icy fear sinking in the pit of your stomach. He slammed the door so hard, you were surprised the glass swinging door didn’t shatter to pieces right there on the porch.

You turned to Madeline, fists still clenched around the steering wheel. “You owe me. You owe me so much more now, like forever. For the rest of your life.” You sneered, shoving the gear shift into drive, peeling off the curb. You couldn’t get away from Bloomington Lane fast enough.

“You alright?” Lydia’s brows furrow at your third- fourth yawn of the shift. A shift that had just begun, your teeth ground tight in annoyance.

“Yeah.” You nodded, snapping the receipt cover down. “Is there any way I could get off register? I’m just super tired. My brain’s not really wanting to work this morning.”

“Yeah, for sure. You sure you’re alright?” Lydia’s head tilted to the side, snapping the plastic lid to the latte expertly. You and Lydia Allcott had practically grown up together, been in school since Kindergarten. It was lucky, you guessed, that she was your manager. Perks of a small town like Hawkins.

“Yeah, I’m just exhausted. I was up all night because Madeline is a moron. Snuck out and I had to drive her and her friend home, and then her friend’s dad was waiting outside when she got home- it’s just been a night, honestly.” You rubbed the base of your neck, working out a knot that was already beginning to form from your restless night.

Lydia sucked in a breath. “Oh,” She shook her head. “I forget you have a younger sister.”

You snort lightly, pouring the steaming dark roast into the cup. “Yeah, me too. Until she does something stupid like that.”

Lydia smirked, sliding the drink down the bar. “Brooke just got here. Tell her to hop on register, and you can go clean the tables.”

You had never been so happy to be carrying the soapy, black bucket out on the floor, sudsy rag dragging slowly across the empty tables. It was slow for a Thursday, the morning school and work rush dwindled down to a ghost town. Not that you were complaining.

The bell trilled over the door behind you, Brooke’s cheery, fake greeting echoing through the store. You didn’t turn, pushing the rag over the table, dunking it back in the bucket, wringing it out, and repeating. A rhythmic task that had your mind numbed, zoned in brainlessly from table to table.

“Hi.” You jumped slightly, soapy water spilling over the lip of the bucket onto the table.

Your posture straightened, turning with the expectancy of a customer wanting some specific table cleaned that you hadn’t yet got to. Instead, you were met with a familiar pair of dark eyes, not as furious as they’d been last night but burning even in the low light of the cafe.

“Hi.” You squeaked, gripping the rag in your hand, the water dripping between your fingers. “Um, wha-what can I help you with, Mr. Munson?” Fuck, he’d come back to scream some more. And at your work? How did he even know? You didn’t even have it on Facebook.

You were shocked when his lips twitched, a faint pull of smirk on his lips. “I don’t mean to bother you.” He started, hand wrapped around the small cup in his hand. “I’m not here to- I’m here to apologize.”

You couldn’t speak, tongue stupidly thick in your mouth again. Instead you nodded, a soft bob of your head. “And I wanted to thank you for bringing Brielle home last night. For making sure she got home alright. She could have…” He shook his head, looking over at the window.

“She could have done something stupid, and I’m glad you were there so she didn’t.” Your heart leapt when his eyes met yours again, a pounding in your ears that rang through your whole body.

“I-It’s really no problem.” You stuttered, voice wavering on embarrassingly unsure.

“No, it means a lot, and I was a complete ass to you last night, and I’m here to say I’m sorry for that.” Your eyes lingered over the patch on his coveralls, a cursive, embroidered ‘Eddie’ over the faded blue patch.

“I shouldn’t’ve been such a dick, but you go to say goodnight to your kid, and there’s a pile of pillows instead, and- I know you don’t get it. You’re too young.” He motioned at you casually. Your cheeks burned, looking down at your bucket, hand still stupidly gripping the rag under the water.

“But y’know, if you have kids of your own, you’ll get it.” Eddie continued, his own ramblings a little rushed. Was he nervous?

“Yeah- I mean, i-it really was no issue. I’m glad she got home safe.” You smiled softly at him.

A pause fell between the two of you, both of you shifting a little uncomfortably at it. “I hope this isn’t weird.” You looked at him. “Me coming here. I asked Brielle where you worked so I could apologize.”

“No, it’s- thank you. You didn’t need to apologize, I mean. I get why you were mad, I do.” You cringed inwardly at your own nervous rambling. “But, um, I appreciate it. You apologizing, I mean. I’m glad she got home safe.”

Eddie nodded, fingers curling around his drink. “Me too.” He nodded. “Glad she has Madeline too, to look after her. That they’re friends. I mean, Brie’s always been good at makin’ friends. She’s really talkative.” Your heart swelled lightly at the way he lit up when he talked about Brielle, boasting with pride and joy. It tugged on your own heart strings.

“Yeah, Madeline is too. She loves Brie, though. Brielle sees her more than me.” You giggled lightly.

Eddie snorted softly, lips curling in a grin. “Yeah, you too? Thought it was just me.” He shook his head, curls bouncing lightly. You tried not to stare. “Makes me feel a little better, then. At least I know it’s not all me.”

You weren’t sure what to say, offering a nervous smile and soft giggle, adjusting the bucket on your hip. That familiar pause of silence flooded back between the two of you, not as uncomfortable as before but still hinting at discomfort.

“So, I wanted to say thank you, and sorry for being such an asshole.” Eddie nodded, foot tapping lightly against the floor. “But, uh, I’d really like to make it up to you.” Your eyes lifted, snapping towards his own gaze carefully.

“I'd like to treat you to dinner if you're free. Just to show my appreciation for keeping my girl safe.” Eddie started, eyes watching yours carefully.

Your heart hammered, breath caught- strangled in your throat. “Oh,” You managed to squeak out. “That would be f-fine.” Your head was still spinning before you could register what you were even saying.

Saying yes to Brielle’s dad? Her father, much older than you, certainly than the type of man you usually let take you to dinner. Still, he wasn’t unattractive. Coverall sleeves rolled enough to see his inked arms, chest broad under the thick material. He didn’t look old, not shriveled and gross. He was nice to look at, even. You certainly didn’t mind looking at him.

“I-I have to close tomorrow, but I’m free Saturday night.” Your heart jumped, shocked at your own boldness. Eddie’s brows lifted slightly, lips curling on the edge of a grin. “If you’re available, of course. Sorry, I- when works best for you?”

“Saturday night is perfect.” Eddie’s voice was calm, a steady tone that had your rattled nerves soothing, at least to a low roar in your chest.

“Great.” You smiled, a little too eager, far less cool than you would have liked. Why were you so nervous? Maybe excited?

“Um, let me give you my phone number?” It sounded more like a question, setting the bucket on the table, wiping your wet, dripping hand on your black apron. You fished a pen out of the pocket, hoping Eddie couldn’t see the way your hands trembled lightly, buzzing with giddy excitement.

“And you can just text me a-and let me know where to meet you.” You pulled a napkin out of the dispenser, chin dunking to write your digits on the thin paper.

“I’ll pick you up.” Eddie nodded. Your gaze lifted to him, the finality in his tone, firm but oddly not pushy? It was foreign to you, sent bolts of exhilaration trickling through your spine.

You started to protest, lips pulling in a slight frown. Eddie shook his head. “I’m old school, sweetheart. I’ll come and get you.” He smiled, eyes much warmer than you’d seen them, the hinting of dimples creasing underneath his stubble.

Your knees tensed, swallowing down a bubbling of nervous giggles, giving a wide smile instead. Your fingertips brushed when you handed him the napkin, a featherlight touch that had your body roaring with fever.

“I’ll see you Saturday.” Eddie smiled, so effortlessly cool it made your stomach flip-flop. “You don’t work too hard now, y’hear?” He teased, tossing you a wink that did pull out the nervous giggles you couldn’t swallow down this time.

"Bye." You waved, the rag in your hand flopping against your wrist, cringing when the droplets hit your face. Eddie waved back, tucking the napkin in his pocket before he disappeared out the double doors.

The drag in your feet was replaced with a springing pep in your step. Greeting customers with a cheery smile, much less dreadful than your usually forced one. Even the huffy soccer moms ordering with the usual demanding entitlement that would have you gritting your teeth. It didn’t bother you, chest light and airy with excitement, mind racing with giddy excitement about your date.

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bbieangel · 3 months ago

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Sunday Mornings — Joel Miller x F!Reader (No outbreak AU)

Summary: He was usually the one in charge. But sometimes he would test your limits to the point where you needed to teach him a lesson.

A/N: Hello hello! I've been really inspired if you can tell lol. Something possessed me to write this and it's currently 4 am, so I hope you enjoy it. I would love some feedback on my writings and remember that my requests are open! I'll leave you to it. (and yes, the song "Sunday Morning" by Maroon 5 inspired the title)

Warnings and tags: Smut, lots of it. This is basically porn without a plot. Edging, breeding kink if you squint, f!dom and sub!joel. but then joel!dom and sub!reader. oral m receiving. unprotected p in v (it's fiction, please don't do this in reality), dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader has a vagina and breasts, joel is a tease, slightly rough sex, a little bit of pain being inflicted, after care (lots of it <3)

Word count: 14.4k (don't ask me how)

divider by @/ peony chance on pinterest!

It had all started Saturday morning while you prepared breakfast. Sloppy kisses on your neck, biting at your collarbone. His hands would knead your ass and breasts. He would whisper into your ear everything he wanted to do to you when he came from work and you wanted to hold him to that promise.

But of course, work wasn't easy and he came back wrecked. Only wanted to sleep and you weren't one to demand him anything when you knew his work left him feeling exhausted some days. But it frustrated you every time it happened, he would rile you up and leave for work, leaving you to satisfy yourself however you could.

That Sunday you decided to get up and take a shower. Sundays meant slow mornings and lazy afternoons either way.

You got out of the shower, already having changed into your night gown that looked more like a dress inside of the bathroom, and you felt your boyfriend's intense gaze linger on every curve of your body. From your toes to the last hair on your head, he gawked at the sight of it all. The way the nightgown hung over the swell of your breasts, how it was just barely covering your ass with a small piece of lace. Your skin was shining from that new body lotion you had tried out, the smell being intoxicating to his nostrils. He wanted to lick it off of you. It almost felt like a personal attack, as if you were doing it on purpose.

And the thing was.. you actually were doing it to provoke him. You had gotten tired of him teasing you all day only for you to end up having to use your hands to get some relief while he walked out of the front door with that shit-eating grin on his face.

A taste of his own medicine wouldn't hurt. And, either way, he always ended up submitting to you completely. Or so you thought.

He smirked when you got on top of him, straddling his lap without saying anything. When his hands began to make their way like snakes moving under your gown, you slapped his hand away.

He yelped, looking at you with a frown.

"Ow! What was that for?"

He asked, holding his hand like a puppy who walked with his wounded paw, hanging. You grinned at the sight, the way he played the victim perfectly made you chuckle every time.

"You're not in control tonight."

You explained, and the way your eyes darkened and your voice dropped two octaves seemed to make him realize you weren't joking. That you were serious about it all, and that both excited and scared him. Because he knew too well how dominant you could be when given the opportunity.

"So I can't touch you? Anywhere?"

He asked, his voice already giving away how he would submit at the snap of your fingers.

"No. Not until I say so. Understood?"

You said with the same tone as before. One of your hands crawled up his chest until you found one of the pebbles on his chest and rubbed it with your thumb.

He let out a choked up moan, taken by surprise. He bit down on his lower lip and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. At the lack of response, you pinched it.

He whimpered and gasped, trying to sound more hurt than he really was just because you couldn't find out that he liked a bit of pain.

"Answer me, Joel."

"Yes! Yes, I understand."

He said, his voice hoarse with desire and a hint of submission.

"Yes what?"

You asked, taking advantage of his current state. He gulped before answering, his cheeks flushed a pretty rosey pink that reminded you of a liquid blush he gifted you just a couple of weeks ago.

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

He said. Oh, how well trained you had him. Almost like a dog.

Your hands traveled up and down his chest, your nails barely even touching him. The feeling was so feathery, so teasing that he couldn't help but buckle his hips underneath you just to get a bit of relief. You pinched his nipple again.

"No, no. You either take what I give you or you don't have anything."

You said, waiting for him to answer. He was quicker to react this time.

"Sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again."

He said, his eyelids dropped while his chest rose and fell heavily, trying to get a grip on himself. It was almost too easy to get him to submit, but again, it was Joel Miller. The most stubborn person you knew.

So, you should've expected his next move as you leaned down, your lips hovering over one of his nipples. Your breath tickled his skin in a way that felt torturous and delicious at the same time. But you couldn't take your time, no, he wouldn't let you. He immediately pressed your head down against him, making your lips wrap around his nipple.

He was stronger than you so getting his arm out of the way wasn't a battle you were going to win. But you could use other strategies to finally put him in his place, such as biting down his nipple. He jumped, letting go of your head. The bite hadn't been that strong either way.

Your tongue lapped against the reddened and hard button just one, and then you pulled away.

"You know what? I'm tired of you being a goddamn brat. You're going to learn how to be in your place."

You spoke through clenched teeth as you pulled down his boxers, making him gasp. His cock laid against his soft stomach, all hard and already glistening with a bead of precum. The tip was a shade of red you would only see when he was really desperate, and this time wasn't any different.

You were going to give him what he wanted, or at least you made him believe that's what you were going to do. You spat down on your palm and wrapped your long fingers around his thick length, pumping him at a steady rhythm.

His back arched and your name fell out of his plush, velvety lips. The sound went straight to your core, making you drip with desire and clench around a ghostly feeling of the countless times he had fucked you that week.

He, on the other hand, was too far gone to notice that. His eyes were closed as he groaned and gripped the sheets to try and ground himself.

"Eyes on me, pretty boy."

You commanded and he complied, looking at you with these chocolate dripping irises of his. The ones that had made you fall in love with him in the first place, and ones that could make you melt into a puddle of nothingness.

You nodded softly at him.

"I know, baby. It feels so good, doesn't it?"

You cooed, the sound of your tender voice contrasting your harsh actions as your pace picked up drastically. With that, you earned a louder moan from Joel, one that indicated you had found the perfect pace. One of his hands went to touch your cheek but he seemed to remind himself of your previous boundaries, so he held back.

"Good boy, Joel. I knew you could be good for me, baby."

You spoke into his ear and all of the hairs in his body stood up, sending a delicious pang of warmth to his lower stomach. One that stirred his closeness.

Suddenly, you slowed down, which pulled him out of his almost drunken state. His eyes snapped open at you with a look of betrayal, almost.

"Darlin' why are you stoppin'?"

He questioned you, his legs trembling with need for release.

"I don't know."

You shrugged, leaving him to overthink the reasons as you leaned down. You took him into your mouth, not even giving him time to adjust to the warmth and dampness of your oral cavity before you moved down, down, down..

Until your lips touched the base of his cock. He cried out your name and his grip on the sheets only grew stronger. You, on the other hand, inhaled deeply through your nose, combating against your gag reflex.

"Sweetheart, if you don't move I'm— mmph— Imma c-come.."

You let him go with a pop. He let out a whine, something you had never heard before. Joel Miller was, indeed, a whiner after all.

He grunted with frustration, finally picking up on what you were doing. Denying him the right to have his orgasm.

After a few seconds you started pumping him with your hand again, making his face twitch with pleasure. His skin seemed golden under the cast of the sun that slipped through your curtains. Slow mornings with lazy sex were a one thing, but slow mornings where you could edge Joel Miller? That hadn't happened before, and you were enjoying every second of it.

As you grabbed one of his balls and started massaging it, he tried to close his legs with a moan. His abdomen contracted in a way that told you he was about to be close again.

"Ah, ah. Keep them spread for me, baby boy."

You spoke lowly and he complied with a whine, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"Oh.. What's wrong? You don't like being edged?"

You said with a mocking pout. He whined again at that, knowing he was in a place you had been countless of times. This time he would get to feel how frustrating it was to get your orgasm being taken away at the last moment, over and over again.

He nodded, his eyebrows scrunched up in the most beautiful way.

"N-No, ma'am, I don't like it. Just.. let me come."

He spoke, his voice was ragged with desire and you were afraid he would draw blood from his bottom lip if he kept chewing on it like that.

"Is that the proper way to ask me? Try again."

You spoke, letting go of his length once again. The absence of your skin around him left him feeling the way his heard was pounding on his ears. Not for too long, though, because you were back at taking him until his tip was touching the spongy skin on the back of your throat.

He let out a ragged scream, then gasped for air. He hit the mattress like a wrestling player did when they were being grabbed with too much force.

"I'm gonna— darlin'— I'm—"

He said, and once again to no one's surprise, you pulled him out of your mouth. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of his length all covered in your saliva and precum just pouring out of his red, angry tip.

"Please, please ma'am. Please let me come, I promise I won't tease you again."

He panted, looking at you with glassy eyes. His expression was a sight to behold: his lips were slightly swollen and parted, his chest rose and fell rapidly at the way he tried to catch his breath, his cheeks tinted almost red.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and his hair was disheveled. All spread out for you, Joel Miller was begging for you. And it made you feel proud, so much that for a moment you forgot the power he actually had over you.

At your lack of response and the way you were almost gawking at his cock, he flipped you onto your back and caged you under him. You gasped in surprise but he was quicker, holding your wrists above your head.

"I'm tired, darlin'. I'll make sure I get my fill until the neighbors are complaining 'bout your damn screams."

He spoke, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He almost ripped your panties apart by how hard he pulled them. He would never hurt you, never touch a hair on your body. But when it came to being rough he almost transformed into a different person.

You immediately felt two of his thick, long fingers stretch you out. He pumped them easily, given how wet you already were.

"Yeah, she's so wet for me. Already makin' a mess of the new sheets, isn't she?"

He spoke and you could only nod as he curled your fingers, touching that spot he knew by memory now. You arched your back.

"Shh, I know she feels good. M'gonna fill 'er up over and over."

He whispered in that velvety, smooth voice he managed to pull out in moments like this. His southern drawl was ten times sexier during sex.

He pulled his fingers out, all slick and shiny with your juices. Your hole clenched around nothing, making you feel empty.

He brought his fingers up to your lips, you already knew what to do. You parted your lips open and he pushed them inside, the tangy flavor making you hum in pleasure. If Joel Miller knew one thing you would never admit, was that you loved to taste yourself.

After you licked his fingers clean, he pulled them out and sucked on them. He gripped your hips and aligned himself with you, making you squirm when the tip threatened to enter.

"So eager for me, baby. Look at 'er, clenching 'round nothing. M'gonna give her something to clench around."

He said, hovering over your body until your lips were almost touching. With one swift movement, he drowned himself inside of you, making you spill onto the sheets.

He groaned and you let out a cry, at which he hushed you.

"Shh, I know. I know it hurts but you brought this upon yourself, darlin.'"

He spoke as he started moving without giving you even a second to adjust. Your walls clenched him in ways that made him almost delirious.

He moaned and panted into your ear, adding to the whole overwhelming experience.

"She's so tight, honey. Gonna milk me dry, isn't she?"

She spoke and you could only babble incoherent sentences, too far gone in the mixture of fading pain being quickly replaced by pure pleasure.

"Mmph—Joel.."

His name rolled off your tongue so sweetly, so desperately that it almost broke his dominance. But again, you had played with him for a long time, making him look pathetic.

And he would return the favor.

As he picked up the pace, your hand tried to go to your sex so you could rub your clit in search of that release you desperately needed. But he pulled your hand away, holding it above your head again.

"This ain't 'bout you, sweetheart. I will come first, then we'll see what I do with ya."

He spoke as he started thrusting you harder, the room being filled by the pat, pat, pat of his hips snapping against your skin, and his balls hitting the swell of your ass.

You closed your fists around the air because, if your hands were free, you would be carving your name on his back.

As his body started trembling you knew he was close, also by the way his cock twitched inside of you.

One, two, three thrusts and he gripped your hips so hard you were sure you would walk around with bruises for the next few days. The warm liquid of his seed spilled inside of you and, by consequence, onto the poor sheets that were almost transparent by now. He groaned and panted onto the crook of your neck.

After catching his breath he pulled out, collecting the remaining of his semen dripping from your hole and pushing it inside once again.

"Gotta keep it inside, darlin'. And ya better do because if not, m'gonna fill you up again."

He said and you whimpered. You could feel your little bundle of nerves pulsating with need, and he simply left you unattended.

As he went to the bathroom you held your legs up against your chest, clenching tight so nothing would spill out. He came back with a rag to clean up himself and you, but when he raised an eyebrow at your direction you knew you were fucked. Quite literally.

It was impossible to keep it inside, what did he think? That it wouldn't drip?

Without speaking, he brought you over to the edge of the bed and placed a pillow under your pelvis to hold you up. Then, he went and positioned himself between your legs again.

"This is what happens when you try to be dominant. What did you learn today, darlin'?"

He asked as he buried himself inside of you once again, making you cry out in pleasure. Your pussy was just exhausted from keeping up with him, and so were you. You just wanted him to let you come on his dick, or without it, you couldn't care less anymore.

"T-That I shouldn't –fuck, Joel – I shouldn't try to be dominant."

You spoke as hot tears streamed down your face, your legs trembling as he put one over his shoulder. You screamed in pleasure when the new position angled him better to touch that part of your cervix that made you see stars.

"That's a girl.. If you keep up, Imma let you come. Is that what you want? You wanna come?"

He asked, and you knew it was better to answer rather quickly.

"Yes! Yes, please. Please let me come."

You responded desperately, grasping his arms and digging your nails on his flesh. Take it as a way to return the bruises on your hips.

He kept on hitting that same spot inside of you, making you squirm and call out his name like a prayer. He wouldn't give you a break, wouldn't let you catch your breath.

Suddenly, he licked his thumb and pressed it against your clit, making you grip the sheets.

"Please, p-please, Joel. Please let me."

You mumbled and he smirked at the sight of you. Your hair was sticking to your face after sweating so much, and your lower lip was swollen from biting down on it. Soft, glistening tears made their way down your cheeks.

"'s okay, princess. Imma take care of you. Just gonna fill you up once more."

He spoke in a slightly breathless tone. His body was covered in sweat as well and his face scrunched up every time he would push his cock into your cunt once again. He picked up his pace and began rubbing your clit without stopping.

You wanted to come? Fine. But he wouldn't be gentle about it.

Your moans began coming out more shortly and fast paced, leaving almost no space between one and the next.

"Come f'me, sweetheart. Let me hear you while I fill you up again."

He spoke against your ear, holding your waist now. His hands trembled as he spoke, he was so close.

You were drenched at this point, mixed juices dripping to the floor as you felt him twitch once again inside of you. A rush of white painted your walls and that was the deal breaker for you.

You screamed as you came, tears coming out harder as you gripped his arm like a lifeline. You weren't sure when it would ever stop, the endless waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again.

The next thing happened all while you tried to recover. Joel pulled out with a grunt and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, then reached for the wet rag and very carefully cleaned you up.

He scooped you out of bed and had you sit down on the toilet, all while he changed the sheets into new ones.

"I'll be right back, sweetheart. I jus' need to change those sheets, okay?"

He said before kissing your cheek lovingly. When he came back he didn't even let you walk back, oh no, he couldn't let you lift a finger. He scooped you back up and laid you in bed, tucking you in.

You felt as if your limbs had turned into jelly and your mind was still too focused in coming down from everything that had happened. So, he wasn't surprised when you simply closed your eyes and let yourself be pulled into his chest, cradling you with his arms.

Before that, though, he helped you sit up just for a moment so you could chug on a glass of cold water he had brought for you. That helped make you feel a little bit more composed.

He spoke loving words to you, telling you how amazing you were and how much he loved you. Sunday mornings were almost ritually like that with Joel: wake up, have sex, and go back to sleep in the arms of one another.

His fingers gently threaded your hair when slumber called you and you answered, falling asleep on his chest. His movements became lazier and slower until they came to a stop when he also fell asleep, all while keeping an arm over your waist.

Because, no matter how rough he was during your most intimate moments, he would always protect and care for you. Even in his sleep.

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slaybestieslay946 · 10 months ago

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luke castellan x fem!reader in the future as parents 🥺

omg i love this idea sm!

word count: 700

pairing: Luke Castellan x reader

warnings: None!

MASTERLIST

-Perfect

Saturday mornings in the Castellan household were hectic to say the least. But that wasn’t surprising, considering the fact you had a house of two kids, a dog, and an adorably idiotic husband.

And while you usually loved it, sometimes it could be pretty exhausting.

“Babe?” You called out, striding through the house, a pram in one hand and a packed lunch in the other.

“Yeah, in here honey!” Luke replied from the living room, laughing slightly at something.

You walked in to see him sat on the couch, bouncing your baby daughter on his knee while the girl laughed with glee.

Normally, you’d sit down beside him to coo at your daughter and all her little facial expressions. But this morning you had things to attend to, such as laundry, taking your son to soccer practice, grocery shopping. You didn’t have time for distractions.

“Did you wake up James this morning?”

“I thought you were doing it, and I was handling Violet?” He replied, perplexed.

“No,” You sighed, exasperated. “That was last week. You’re on wake up duty, remember?”

It was then that it appeared to click in his head, and he quickly returned the girl back to her cot, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before rushing out the room, calling out frantic apologies to you on the way.

You’d been late to James’ soccer practice because of it, and he’s missed out on collecting his player of the match award. He’d been understandably upset, and it had caused some tension in the house for the past week.

You weren’t angry with Luke per se. Irritated was probably more accurate. He’d apologised profusely to both you and James, and the boy had gotten over it when his dad took him out for pancakes the next day.

As for you, he hadn’t yet delivered his grand gesture to atone, so you were still waiting on that. One thing you did love about your husband, is that he always made it up to you, no matter what mistake he made.

And make it up, he did.

The next Saturday you woke up without the usual ring of your alarm, and instead you found yourself waking naturally out of a lazy dream. The morning sun cast its rays over your face, warming you slightly as you smiled, rolling over to face your husband. Except he wasn’t there.

Immediately you were confused, sitting up in bed and glancing at the clock. It was 10 o’clock. You were so late.

You cursed quietly, practically leaping out of bed and pulling on the nearest pair of trousers you could find.

You were in such a frantic state that you didn’t even notice Luke entering the room until he called out to you.

“Honey, please, get back into bed.”

“What! We’re late! Oh god, James is gonna be so upset, he’s missed all of soccer!” You exclaimed, turning to face him, only to see him holding a tray full of food.

“What’s that?”

“Breakfast. Please, just get back in bed, I’ll explain.” He said, a sheepish smile on his face as he herded you back into bed.

You followed, willing to hear him out, especially when he was offering you pastries and coffee.

“Is everything-?”

“It’s all sorted,” He said, cutting you off, “I took James to soccer, and then he’s going to Leon’s for a playdate. I’m really sorry for last week, you let me get away with so much, and you work so hard, so I thought I’d let you have a lie in, and bring you breakfast.”

You were speechless, staring directly into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Are you happy? Sorry for not telling you, I wanted it to be a nice surprise.”

Then you snapped out of your daze, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, before pulling back to giggle at his blushing face. Sometimes he was still like the awkward teen you had met all those years ago.

“It was a great surprise. I really appreciate it.”

You grabbed a croissant from the tray, and quickly began to sate you hunger, grinning the whole time as you tried to figure how you managed to get so lucky to call this man your husband, the father of your children.

It really was perfect.

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bruhnze · 3 months ago

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Personal records 3 - Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze

A lot of anons helped me ideas to write this... i can't link all the asks rn, maybe i will do it later :), but special thanks to all!

Read before this one: part 1 - part 2

Summary: This is in an alternative universe where Ona and Lucy are not footballers. Lucy is a personal trainer, Ona is a buisnesswoman.

Wordcount: almost 20K as promised 😘(a little semi-goodbye present) semi - proofread :)

Warnings: MINORS DNI because this bitch is loaded with smut (feel free to skip this fic), read at own risk (but i made it cute too dw) and uhm, angst, is uhm, also present in this (teeny tiny bit).

Btw the consumerism and all the other unbelievably out of touch stuff in this is all for the plot, Lucy and Ona would never xx

PS. This is not written as good as i had hoped but at least it's something :)

Personal Records, the last part.

Saturday morning - Ona’s Penthouse

Ona woke up with a smile, it was not something that happened often, but when she was captured in these big muscular arms, she just couldn’t help herself. She turned around in the embrace.

Until now, every time Ona and Lucy had slept together Ona had been the first one to be awake, leaving the bed as soon as she was up.

Now, she was staring directly into two beautiful big loving eyes ‘’aye good morning’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I didn’t know you were awake’’ she said with a happy smile.

‘’Good’’ Lucy smiled, Ona nearly melted as she heard the low morning voice coming from the English trainer, ‘’I didn’t want to wake you, you sounded so cute sleeping’’ Lucy said, pulling the smaller woman closer.

Before Ona even knew it, she had pressed her lips against Lucy’s.

Lucy grinned and kissed her back.

After a few moments the English woman pulled away with a chuckle, ‘’I thought you found morning breath disgusting?’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I do, but your hotness cancels it out’’ she said dreamily as she traced her fingertips along Lucy’s stomach.

‘’Ohhh I see’’ Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on top of her, placing her hands on the back of Ona’s thighs, ‘’so you didn’t think I was hot before then?’’ she asked with a playful pout.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’yeah I did, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself then’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek before pushing herself up, ‘’I didn’t want to admit I had a big old crush’’ she poked Lucy’s chest, ‘’on you’’.

Lucy grinned at the sight the Catalan had provided her, Ona was now straddling her hips, sitting on top of her in just her panties. Lucy couldn’t believe that if she played her cards right, this life could be hers forever.

‘’Hello?’’ Ona said as she waved infront of Lucy’s eyes, she pinched one of Lucy’s nipples.

‘’Ouch!’’ Lucy said as she snapped out of her dream, ‘’Ona!’’ she said as she took the Catalans hands, ‘’why did you do that?’’ she winched.

Ona shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’I just confessed that I have a crush on you and you didn’t even listen, you were dreaming’’.

‘’I am’’ Lucy said with a dopey smile, ‘’I am living a dream’’ Lucy said as she placed Ona’s hands back on her chest and traced Ona sides with her own.

She let her hands rest on Ona’s hips, ‘’so beautiful’’ she sighed, before looking back into the Catalans eyes, ‘’remember how I called you princess because you acted a bit… you know…princessy’’ she chuckled, ‘’but now I would like to reintroduce that nickname’’ she raised her eyebrow, ‘’if you don’t have to many bad memories about it’’.

‘’I don’t’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’don’t worry’’.

‘’Good, because you truly look like one, a beautiful princess’’ Lucy let her hands glide to Ona’s thighs, ‘’my beautiful princess’’.

Ona leaned down to kiss Lucy again, she could get used to mornings like these.

‘’Oh, and about that surprise’’ Ona awkwardly started as she suddenly started doubting the plans she had made for today, ‘’promise if you hate it, you will just tell me that and not break our- ‘’ she took a second to think, ‘’…situation, apart’’.

Lucy stayed silent for a moment but then she smiled, ‘’do you.. want to be my girlfriend?’’.

Ona stopped in her tracks, she couldn’t believe her ears, she leaned on Lucy with a smile and nodded, she was so happy ‘’yes’’.

‘’I know it’s a bit fast, but I figure as we are going to travel Europe together, we might as well be together too’’ Lucy said as she sat up.

Ona´s smile didn´t leave her face, ´´yeah, I like it, I like it a lot´´.

´´Good´´ Lucy said as she held Ona´s face, ´´and about the surprise… why so nervous?’’.

Ona gave Lucy a little kiss, ‘’well I didn’t use money, but I did use my connections’’.

Lucy lifted an eyebrow, ‘’I’m so curious what it is now’’ she said with a curious smile.

‘’Promise me that if you don’t like it we’ll just pretend I didn’t do it okay? Then I’ll just..’’ she thought hard about something she could do for Lucy, something that didn’t involve money, ‘’vacuum your house or something’’ she eventually came up with, thinking it was stupid but not knowing what else to say.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’wow, I would like that actually, maybe you can do that either way’’ ‘’but I promise I’ll like your surprise’’ she said as she wrapped her arms around Ona.

‘’How long do we have left before we need to go?’’ Lucy said in a seductive voice.

Ona chuckled and leaned over to the nightstand closest to her, she looked at Lucy’s phone, ‘’jeez, it’s 9:30 already, we should get ready’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’I just need 20 minutes’’ she said as she started kissing Ona’s neck.

Ona chuckled but pushed her away, ‘’I want to get there a bit early, and you need a training outfit by the way, do you have some at the gym or do we need to by your house?’’.

‘’I have things at my gym I can put on, the same outfit I give classes in, is that okay?’’ Lucy asked, now very intrigued at what the surprise could possibly be.

‘’Perfect’’ Ona smiled, ‘’do you want to shower with me?’’.

With a groan let Lucy fall herself back against the mattress, Ona looked at her confused, ‘’no?’’.

‘’You are so perfect’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’yes I want to shower with you, let’s shower together always’’.

Ona chuckled and shook her head, she liked that Lucy didn’t hold back her feelings anymore and felt contend enough with the situation to make comments like this, promises of many more days spend together. She hoped Lucy was the one, if their relationship could be like this forever, Ona was sure to die a happy woman.

Saturday morning, 10:45 - Bronze Fitness Forge

‘’Well what is the surprise’’ Lucy asked with a smile as she had put her workout clothes on.

Ona had told Lucy she herself didn’t have to put on anything special, as she would just be watching, or not, whatever Lucy would prefer, ‘’okay’’ Ona sighed, ‘’I invited twelve people for a job interview today, two groups of six people for 2,5 hours’’ she inspected Lucy’s face, trying to read her expression, ‘’you can choose to not accept anyone as your follow up, but I thought I could help you search for some good contestants’’.

‘’Wow’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’I don’t know how to react, I mean, you did safe me a lot of work if the right person is in this group’’.

Ona finally dared to smile, ‘’I am happy that you don’t hate me for interfering with your business’’.

‘’hmm, well, you are keeping the decisions with me, you are just presenting options, arranging it on a Saturday is perfect too, not messing up my usual schedule, thank you, I can see you do it because you want to help me’’.

Ona tilted her head, knowing Lucy had more to say.

‘’But I have a very high need to arrange everything concerning my gym independently’’ Lucy said carefully, ‘’this time it is okay, I’ll even thank you, because I think it’s sweet, but from here on on, I’ll do everything myself again, okay?’’.

Ona nodded slowly, knowing damn well she had done a way bigger thing too, but she would just have to make sure Lucy would never find that out. For extra security she had put the building on a empty holding she still had ‘laying around’, for taxes it was probably going to look a bit weird, but she didn’t want to risk Lucy seeing her company name, which was also her last name, in the email.

But for now she didn’t need to worry about that, as Lucy pulled her in for a kiss, ‘’thank you Ona’’.

Saturday afternoon, 17:38 - Bronze Fitness Forge

The day had been great, Lucy had actually like tree of the candidates, two of which would be directly available, so those two would immediately go work with Lucy from the following Monday, like an internship, so that she could decide who, or perhaps both, she could take on.

‘’I have to take my strong opinion back baby’’ Lucy said as she plopped down next to Ona on the bench in the dressing room, ‘’even though I’m very very tired right now, this was a great day, I don’t know where u got those candidates, but they were amazing’’.

‘’I’m glad’’ Ona said as she leant on Lucy’s shoulder, ‘’it was fun watching you hang around with them’’.

‘’Hanging out?’’ Lucy says, turning to Ona, resulting in her head to glide off her shoulder.

‘’Hey’’ Ona pouted, ‘’I was comfy’’.

Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on to her lap, ‘’aw, is my pretty little princess tired from watching me work?’’.

‘’Mhmm’’ Ona says as she leant in to kiss Lucy, ‘’and you kept me up a while tonight’’.

Lucy hummed in the kiss, laughing as she broke it, ‘’I didn’t hear you complaining then’’.

Ona shook her head, ‘’nuh-uh’’ ‘’and I’m still not complaining’’ she leant next to Lucy’s ear, ‘’maybe you even have some energy left to reward me for my good surprise?’’.

Lucy groaned and chuckled at the same time, ‘’you are impossible’’ she stood up carrying Ona, ‘’ofcourse I have energy left’’ she said as she pressed Ona against the wall, ‘’for you always’’.

‘’I just wanted a kiss’’ Ona chuckled, trying to lean in for a kiss.

‘’Oh’’ said Lucy as she pulled away and lowered Ona to the ground, ‘’I see, just a little kiss’’ she said as she gave the Catalan a gentle kiss, ‘’but really, thank you Ona’’ she said giving her another kiss, ‘’you saved me so much time and these were probably better candidates then I could’ve ever found’’.

Ona grinned, ‘’mhmm, I want to make your life as easy as you’ll let me, just draw your boundaries clearly’’.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’acts like these are fine’’ she shook her head, ‘’jeez, I can’t believe myself, I mean, an act like this, is amazing I appreciate it a lot, I just.. i can’t have you spending abnormal amounts of money on me’’.

‘’Abnormal is subjective’’ Ona said with a cheeky grin.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy said with a stern look, ‘’you know what I mean’’. ‘’And by the way, even though I probably have replacement now, I still have to look into my house and stuff, so I’m still not sure if I am able to fly with you to Italy’’.

Ona tilted her head, ‘’I have two thoughts about that’’ she said carefully.

‘’Okay, let me hear them’’ Lucy smiled as she gave Ona a kiss on her cheek, ‘’everything is up for discussion’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’perfect, I love good communication’’.

‘’Mhmm, good communication and honesty’’ Lucy said as her hands traveled to Ona’s hips, ‘’now what were your thoughts?’’ she smiled.

Ona scrunched her nose, ‘’I do have secrets for you’’ she said with an awkward smile.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’like this today?’’ she asked, planting another kiss on Ona’s cheek, ‘’or also other secrets?'’ she joked.

‘’Mhm, also other secrets, but enough about that, you were talking about renting out your house, no?’’ Ona said as she buried her hand in Lucy’s hair, who had travelled to burry her face in Ona’s neck in the meantime. ‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’yes’’.

‘’Well’’ Ona said, ‘’don’t you want to keep it empty’’ a small groan left her throat as Lucy reached a sensitive spot in her neck, ‘’so you can always come back to your own, empty, house if you feel the need, and maybe offer your family the option to use it as a London get away, uhm, I mean, I don’t know where they live, but assuming they don’t live here’’.

Lucy stopped kissing Ona and faced her, ‘’yeah, they live outside of London, but you know why I need to rent it out right?’’.

Ona tilted her head and pressed another kiss to Lucy’s mouth, ‘’how much have you left then?’’.

Lucy looked at the shorter woman, ‘’what?’’.

‘’You are talking about a mortgage right?’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy said with a weird smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

No it was Ona’s turn to be confused ‘’what?’’ she asked.

‘’You’re so smart baby, I get amazed by it again and again’’.

‘’Oh please’’ Ona chuckled as she slightly blushed from the praise, she couldn’t help it, normally she didn’t need other peoples comments to make her feel good, but with Lucy she just couldn’t get enough of it ‘’so how much is it?’’.

‘’20.000’’ Lucy said as she looked at the ground, ‘’with 2,8% interest’’.

‘’Oh Luce’’ Ona said as she soothed her hands along the pumped biceps, ‘’I know you will hate me for saying this but..’’ she held Lucy’s face and tilted her chin to make her look at her, ‘’but that’s not even bad Lucy’’ she chuckled, ‘’and I would love to solve it for you’’ she said as she captured Lucy’s bottom lip between her own.

Lucy almost got lost in the kiss but shook her head and pulled away, ‘’no I can’t Ona, I would love to be able to not rent it out, but I am planning on paying the mortgage with that and then it will solve itself’’.

‘’Really it’s okay’’ Ona said as she ran her hands along Lucy’s arms, ‘’for me it is the same as giving you a present’’.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’it’s 20.000 quid, it’s maybe nothing to you, but it’s a big deal to me’’.

Ona nodded, ‘’it is something to me, it’s money I don’t use that I can put to good use, helping someone who deserves it’’.

Lucy nodded, ‘’I appreciate that,’’ she looked at Ona with a sincere smile ‘’but I don’t want to be a good cause to you’’.

The Catalan thought about those words for a second before she replied.

A big smile pulled on her lips, ‘’a loan!’’ she cheered, ‘’ I’ll lend it to you, same thing as with the bank, only thing is you can now choose how or when you want to pay me back, giving you a bit of room to breathe’’ she exclaimed, talking as if she had just done a history changing discovery.

Lucy scrunched her nose, she didn’t know what to do or how to reply.

Ona chuckled and put her hand underneath Lucy’s shirt, ‘’we can also keep the interest’’, she kissed Lucy ‘’I like the idea of it taking as long as possible, it means that I’ll have you around longer’’.

Lucy groaned playfully as she pushed Ona deeper against the wall, burying her face in her neck and pressing their hips against eachother, ‘’you’ll have me around either way Ona’’ she hummed.

The shorter woman smiled as she took one of Lucy’s hands, ‘’I love the sound of that’’ she said as she kissed Lucy, to the extent that was possible, ‘’now do you want to know how much I loved watching you today?’’ she asked cheekily.

The English woman suppressed a moan as Ona guided her hand below her skirt, feeling the damp panties.

Ona grinned as she leaned against Lucy, ‘’hmm feel that? all because you look so fucking sexy in your sleeveless top’’ she purred, trying not to get lost in the feeling that shot through her at the way Lucy teasingly slid her fingers along her clothed core.

Lucy pulled her hand away and took a step back, making Ona whine.

‘’One sec baby’’ Lucy chuckled as she pulled her top off, after that she stepped back to Ona and pulled her skirt up to just below her boobs, ‘’now’’ she said she reached for Ona’s panties and pulled them down, ‘’you will need to hold on tight’’.

Ona nodded as she stepped out of her underwear, ‘’what are you going to—ahhh’’ she yelped as Lucy lifted her into the air on her shoulder, her core already making contact with Lucy’s face, she quickly caught Lucy’s head to steady herself, but as she got pressed against the wall again, she already felt much more stable.

She felt Lucy’s grin against her, ‘’sorry, in my head this was way smoother’’ a muffled voice sounded from between her legs. Ona groaned as the vibration of her words prickling her center, ‘’mh, you were very smooth Luce, I haven’t fell to the ground’’.

Lucy chuckled and with her hands she tried to push away the bit of skirt that was still hindering her, Ona helped her, tucking the front of her skirt under the waistband, and then she put her hand on the back of Lucy head, pulling the English woman against her.

With a smile Lucy flattened her tongue against the Catalan, Lucy was amazed at how easy this was, her weight training surely paid off, or the business woman didn’t actually weigh a thing, or maybe it was both or maybe she was so incredibly turned on that she had gained superpowers. A loud moan pulled her from her train of thoughts ‘’fuck Lucy’’ Ona cried out, only now Lucy realized how eagerly she’d been lapping at the woman. She could get lost between Ona’s legs for hours, but she needed her to actually feel good too, so she did her best to smoothly transition in to a more, pleasing and enjoyable approach.

‘’Fuck baby’’ Ona said, pulling at the roots of Lucy’s hair, ‘’making me feel so good’’.

Lucy squeezed the flesh from Ona’s thighs at those words, she redirected her tongue to Ona’s clit.

Ona whined as the taller woman pressed her talented tongue against her swollen bud, she had never met a woman that could manipulate in her tongue in a way as the English women could. It was like Ona could feel the tide of an ocean again her bundle of nerves, so soft but yet so deliberate, it indescribable, Lucy’s strong muscle working better then the most expensive sex toy Ona owned.

It didn’t take long for Ona’s thighs to start crushing Lucy’s head, the Spaniard unable to control the way her muscles jerked.

Ona clawed at the clothing hooks on the wall but just couldn’t reach them.

Lucy’s jaw was aching but she didn’t dare halter her performance as she noticed Ona struggling, instead she easily moved them over to the left.

Just as Ona reached out to the rack and grabbed to brace herself for her oncoming climax, Lucy moaned against Ona’s core as the grip on her hair tightened, making Ona shiver from the sensation it shot up her spine and grabbed even harder onto the fist of hair she held.

The English woman could feel her own pussy clench as she heard Ona’s moans as she got send over the edge.

Softly Lucy helped her girlfriend through her high and after that she gently lowered herself so Ona could stand on steady ground again.

Lucy chuckled as she saw Ona standing there, being held up by her, a light shake in her legs.

‘’God’’ Ona breathed, ‘’how are you so amazing with your tongue’’.

The taller woman leaned in to kiss Ona’s neck, ‘’and this time I did make you come with only my tongue’’.

Ona let out a shaky laugh ‘’do you work out that muscle too or something?’’.

‘’No, not really’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’but I got a great exercise for that actually’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s bottom lip.

‘’hm?’’ Ona said, not yet having come down from her high, ‘’what is it?’.

‘’It’s called tongue wrestling’’, Lucy chuckled, ‘’I want you to taste yourself’’ she groaned as she rested her forehead against Ona’s.

Ona chuckled, ‘’wow, what are we, twelve?’’.

Lucy looked at Ona cheekily, a smug smile pulling at her face.

Ona shook her head with a disgusted face ‘’don’t-‘’

‘’-okay I won’t’’, Lucy chuckled, ’’only because jokes like that are gross and I don’t kiss woman that are below the age of 25’’.

Ona shook her head, ‘’well, good thing I am 25 and two months, because I didn’t want to miss this for the world’’ she grinned as she hooked her arms around Lucy’s neck, ‘’I can’t get enough of it’’ she whispered just before connecting their lips again.

Saturday evening - Ona’s penthouse

They had showered and put on some nice clothes, Lucy was wearing something a bit tight, as she was wearing something that came from the Catalans closet, but she didn’t really mind.

‘’What shall we do this evening princess?’’ Lucy said as she walked into the bathroom were Ona was applying some mascara.

Ona grinned as she looked at Lucy, ‘’the first thing that came to mind was repeating what you just did in that dressing room’’ she shook her head as she watched her reflection in the mirror again, ‘’but I also thought of the idea to go into the city, shop around a bit, look for a nice restaurant to eat’’.

Lucy wrapped herself around the Spaniard from behind, watching Ona as she rested her chin on her shoulder, ‘’aren’t you satisfied yet?’’ she teased, after which she gave a soft kiss to Ona’s neck, ‘’but that sounds fun baby, I want to walk around in London holding hands with you’’ she said.

Ona melted at the adorable smile Lucy wore, ‘’can I buy you some fitting clothes then?’’ she pouted.

The English woman chuckled as she inhaled Ona’s scent and buried her face in the crook of her neck, ‘’fine’’ she sighed, ‘’but we can also just stop by my house for a sec and pack a bag’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ Ona hummed, ‘’pack a bag? are you planning on staying?’’.

‘’mhmm’’ Lucy hummed in agreement, ‘’someone just told me they’re not satisfied yet, and I can’t leave my girlfriend alone until she completely satisfied’’.

Ona almost moaned at the promise of the words Lucy spoke, ‘’mmhhmm, but now we have to go, before the stores are closed’’.

Saturday night – Ona’s penthouse

‘’I loved the restaurant Lucy, I’d never been there’’ ‘’and thank you for paying, that was really sweet’’ Ona said as she plopped on the couch, ‘’I am so tired’’ she sighed and closed her eyes.

When it stayed quiet for a minute and she didn’t hear a response from Lucy, she opened one eye.

Infront of her stood Lucy, dressed in one of her new outfits, watching her.

‘’Huh?’’ Ona said, now opening her other eye as well.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’don’t mock me Ona’’.

‘’Huh?’’ Ona said again, sincerely confused ‘’mock?’’.

‘’You say thanks for paying, but I payed for a meal that was cheaper then this belt’’ Lucy said frustrated, pointing at her new belt.

Ona sat up, ‘’baby come here’’ she said tapping the spot next to her.

Lucy sighed and took place next to her.

‘’It’s about the thought, I thought it was very cute you decided where we were going to eat, then you told me facts about the restaurant and chose two dishes we could share’’ she looked at Lucy who was coming closer now, ‘’which were delicious by the way’’ she kissed Lucy’s hand before placing it on her leg, ‘’and then you said that you went to the bathroom, we finished our drinks and we could just go’’ Ona smiled, ‘’because you secretly payed’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek, ‘’such a gentlewoman, I felt like a princess’’.

Lucy blushed, ‘’I’m sorry’’ she muttered, watching the carpet, that was suddenly very interesting, she could feel her cheeks heat up from embarrassment at her childish feelings.

‘’Hey’’ Ona said as her lips brushed against Lucy’s ear, ‘’I don’t care about the clothes we bought or how much anything costs, truly, it is all about the gesture to me’’ she whispered, ‘’how about you rip these stupid clothes of off me’’.

Ona grinned as she saw Lucy swallow hard, ‘’come on baby, do it’’ she spurred the woman on.

Lucy turned to Ona, looking at her with a preoccupied gaze.

‘’What is it Luce?’’ Ona asked with a tilted head, ‘’tell me’’.

‘’I don’t know if I can be…. a gentlewoman… if we-‘’ Lucy swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Ona had the fight her eyes the keep the from rolling back, ‘’fuck’’ she breathed, ‘’then don’t Lucy, please’’ she groaned, ‘’fuck me like you want too’’ she declared in a husk voice.

Lucy stared at her intensely, ‘’are you sure baby, i-‘’.

Ona nodded eager, and climbed on Lucy’s lap to prove her point, ‘’make me yours Luce’’.

Now it was Lucy who had to keep herself in check and suppressed the moan that formed in her gut, ‘’fuck Ona’’ she said, almost a bit dreadful.

‘’I am serious Lucy’’ Ona said kissing along Lucy’s neck, up to her ear, ‘’fuck me like you mean it, show me how much you hate my spoiled side’’.

‘’I don’t’’ Lucy groaned and let her head fell back as Ona licked skin.

‘’It’s okay baby’’ Ona groaned, ‘’prove me you’re the one in control’’ she added with a slight tease in her voice, ‘’even though you’re wearing clothes I payed for’’.

Lucy didn’t need to hear more, with scary ease she stood up with Ona clinging around her, she took one of the paper shopping bags with her, and walked towards the bedroom.

With controlled force she threw Ona onto the bed, ‘’I’m going to fuck you so hard’’ Lucy groaned. Ona moaned as her back hit the mattress, ‘’using a dick you payed for’’ she said as she leant to hover over the Catalan, ‘’and I’m going to make you beg for me’’ she grazed her teeth along Ona’s neck, ‘’begging me to ruin you’’.

Ona whimpered as she dropped her head further back, giving Lucy access to more surface of her neck to mark.

‘’Or maybe I’ll just give you nothing’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’that would be something new for you, hm?’’ she teased, ‘’has anyone ever denied you anything princess?’’.

Ona disagreed with a humming sound, ‘’n-no’’ she said, ‘’don’t give me nothing’’ Ona whined, as she tried to pull Lucy back, who was standing up.

Lucy tutted, ‘’look, there we have it already’’ she said while shaking her head and unbuckled her belt, ‘’new rule, you can’t touch me’’ she grinned, ‘’unless I say so’’.

The Catalan groaned and let her head drop with closed eyes.

‘’Princess?’’ Lucy said in a teasing high-pitched voice, ‘’are you paying attention?’’.

Ona turned her head, still resting on the bed, ‘’maybe’’ she said with a grin, ‘’or maybe you should teach me a lesson’’.

‘’Oh you can be sure of that’’ Lucy groaned through her gritted teeth.

Lucy pulled her belt out of pants in one fluent motion. She grinned as she saw Ona swallow hard and promised she wouldn’t use it to spank her, at least not for now.

‘’But thanks for the idea princess’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’I’ll make sure to remember it if you’re not being good’’.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined, desperate for the English woman to do something about the heat that’s forming between her legs.

Lucy kneeled on the bed, ‘’what wrong baby?’’ she mocked, ‘’taking too long?’’.

Ona nodded and pulled Lucy closer. Making the taller woman chuckle, ‘’you broke the rule already’’ she leant down to Ona’s ear, ‘’now I’m going to tie you up’’.

Before Ona knew it Lucy had caught both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, the belt she had just taken out of her pants, was now being formed into handcuffs by Lucy, but not yet putting it on.

Lucy leaned down again and softly kissed Ona’s lips, momentarily breaking her act, whispering, ‘’if it hurts you need to tell me’’ and gave her another kiss, ‘’if you’re uncomfy too’’.

‘’Promise?’’ she asked, when Ona didn’t reply.

‘´I will Luce, I trust you’’ Ona said, voice thick from being so turned on.

‘’Mkay’’ Lucy said, with one more kiss, ‘’and I don’t think you’re actually spoiled, you just act like a brat sometimes’’.

A mischievous grin appeared on Ona’s face.

‘’Shut up’’ Lucy warned, ‘’I don’t need to be riled up more’’.

‘’So how long until you will fuck me with my cock?’’ she said emphasizing she was the one who payed for it.

Lucy bit back a growl, swallowing the way she wanted to tell Ona she’ll know who’s cock it was when she was done with her. Instead she laid the DIY handcuffs besides them on the bed and gently started unbuttoning Ona’s top.

‘’I gave you permission to rip it you know’’ Ona provoked, ‘’I promise I won’t make you pay it back’’ she added with a teasing lilt in her voice, ‘’just rip it off’’ she reared Lucy up.

Lucy grinned as she helped Ona out of the blouse, leaving her in just her bra.

‘’You got expensive taste right?’’ Lucy said smugly, as she bundled the blouse, ‘’well, open up’’ she said, holding the satin blouse infront of Ona’s face, ‘’lets shut up that pretty little mouth of yours, all I hear is nonsense’’.

Reluctantly Ona took the expensive fabric between her teeth.

‘’That´s a good girl’’ Lucy grinned, moving to put the belt around Ona’s hands.

Ona couldn’t ignore the way the little praise made her pussy flutter, she hated that Lucy had this effect on her, she didn’t want to be wrapped around someone’s finger like that, or maybe she did want be wrapped around Lucy’s fingers. She groaned into the fabric in her mouth as Lucy tightened the band around her wrists, she probably looked crazy right now, laying on the bed half dressed, half like she was kidnapped, but she couldn’t deny this was all on free will. Enjoying it even.

‘’Just snap your fingers if you want me to stop’’ Lucy said in a dark voice looking into Ona’s eyes, digging her fingers into the Catalans trousers, ‘’or is that too confusing for you, as it’s something you usually do to make things happen?’’.

Ona didn’t find it confusing, but she did think Lucy was talking way too much. She lifted her hips to give Lucy access to remove her bottoms. Leaving her, now only in her bra, laying on the bed with her legs spread, arms up and mouth stuffed.

Lucy leaned down and planted a few kisses to Ona’s stomach, almost she forgot her mission, getting lost in the way Ona whimpered as she grazed her lips along the lightly freckled soft skin of Ona’s tummy, but she tore herself away and stepped out of bed. Leaving a whiny Ona behind.

She took the carton bag and turned around one more time, seeing Ona’s already flushed cheeks Lucy bit back a chuckle. She liked the way Ona seemed to get easier and easier for her, the way a simple suggestive gesture got Ona melting for her made her feel wanted and hot, she loved it. It was way better then the cold Ona she had worked with that first night they slept together.

In the bathroom Lucy quickly got undressed.

After she had cleaned the new strap they had bought this afternoon, she walked back in to the room.

She stared directly into two desperate eyes and when she let her eyes roam further along Ona’s body she noticed her wantingly rubbing her legs together, yearning for some relief.

‘’Missed me?’’ Lucy grinned, walking towards Ona with the rubber attachment standing proudly between her legs.

Ona nodded eagerly, producing sounds muffled by the fabric in her mouth.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy said, climbing over Ona, ‘’I can’t hear you, but that’s my own fault I guess’’ she chuckled and pulled the blouse out of the Catalans mouth, ‘’I’ll keep it close for if you need it again’’ she whispered in Ona’s ear, resulting in the skin of her neck prickling with goosebumps.

‘’Missed me?’’ she tried again, hovering dangerously close above Ona’s mouth.

‘’y-yeah’’ Ona said breathlessly, subconsciously leaning up to kiss Lucy.

Lucy kept the kiss superficial and short, chuckling as she pulled away. ‘’Yeah?’’ she asked, sitting back on her knees and pushing Ona’s legs apart, ‘’I can see’’ she grinned, letting her eyes glance Ona’s center.

Ona’s legs twitched at Lucy’s words. Her breath quickened as Lucy let a finger slide teasingly close to her core, purposefully avoiding it.

‘’please’’.

Lucy’s head cocked up with a grin, hearing the whiny begging voice coming from the Spaniard ‘’already?’’ Lucy grinned and now ran two fingers along Ona’s wetness ‘’please what princess?’’.

Ona whimpered, ‘’mpf’’ she whined as Lucy barely dipped inside with the top of one finger.

Lucy collected some of Ona’s wetness and traced it up towards her clit, careful to give no pressure to the bud.

‘’please luce’’.

With a smug grin Lucy climbed up to hover over Ona, making her able to look in to the eyes of the Catalan, ‘’I don’t understand’’ Lucy teased, before she started licking and sucking Ona’s neck, ‘’please what?’’.

She held herself up again, facing her girlfriend. With her right hand she guided the strap to lay against Ona’s center, gently starting to grind the length alongst her wet lips.

‘’I want…’’ Ona muttered – closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she felt the head of the rubber cock rub against her, ‘’Luce’’ she groaned.

‘’Mhmmm’’ Lucy groaned, continuing her attack on Ona’s neck, ‘’want or need princess?’’.

‘’Fot-me’’ (fuck me) Ona moaned as her back arched from the bed when a shiver shot through her, ‘’need you Lucy’’ she cried, desperate to be filled.

Lucy teased the head of her rubber cock between Ona’s lips and gently dipped in lightly, before disappearing all together.

Ona looked up, confused at what was happening, only to be met with a grinning Lucy.

‘’C’mere’’ Lucy said, signaling Ona to crawl towards her ‘’think you need to get this ready, hm, show me how much you need me then’’ Lucy said, gathering Ona’s hair in a make shift ponytail with her fist.

Ona bended down and steadied herself with her cuffed wrists against Lucy thighs as she took the fake cock on her tongue, it was already wet, she could taste herself, it made her groan as she closed her lips around the rubber and slowly lowered her head.

Lucy groaned at the sight in front of her, ´´good job baby, love seeing you work for it´´, Ona moaned while bobbing her head on her rubber cock, with her ass sticking up in the air. The taller woman leaned forward a bit and grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh before placing an experimental slap, earning an appreciative groan from the Catalan. Lucy grinned at the sounds and smacks her ass another time, this time less gentle.

She lets Ona’s hair go and signals her its enough, but making her stay in the position she’s in. She on the other hand, kneed over to take position behind the shorter woman.

´´Ready to work some more?’’ Lucy teasingly said as she ran her hand over Ona’s lower back, sliding the wetted cock along her core, before pressing the tip against her entrance, ‘’I can’t hear you baby’’ Lucy grinned as the woman below her seemed to not be able to form words.

‘’Yes’’ Ona groaned into the bedsheet where she had planted her face.

‘’Mkay, make yourself sweat baby’’ Lucy said as she slightly leaned forward, pressing just the tip inside.

It was a difficult position for Ona to grind down on Lucy with a good rhythm, frustrated about how difficult it was Ona grabbed the sheet for more resistance. Lucy was amazed at how desperate Ona danced down on her dick, she hadn’t even warmed to woman up too much, but the wet sounds that filled the air were proving just how ready the Catalan was for her.

‘’Aw is it so hard baby?’’ Lucy asked as she heard Ona’s frustrated whines, ‘’tuff to do hard work huh?’’.

She stepped back, leaving Ona to hump against thin air.

Ona turned her head and send Lucy a pleading look, ‘’Luce?’’ she whined, whimpering at the sudden empty feeling.

Lucy grinned mischievously, ‘’you can’t always get what you want princess’’ she cooed, ‘’even if you work really hard for it’’ she teased, sending her another smug smile as she looked at Ona laying in this degrading position on the bed.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined in frustration, now sitting up ‘’please’’.

‘’Of course I will get this belt off of you’’ Lucy said, as if that was what Ona had meant with her pleading.

‘’No!’’

A unbelievably dirty smile played across Lucy’s mouth, ‘’no?’’ she teased, ‘’want to keep your cuffs on?’’ she threw her hands up, ‘’okay’’.

‘’No’’ Ona cried out and shook her head vigorously, ‘’I meant something else, please fuck me Luce’’.

‘’You don’t want me to undo that belt?’’ Lucy teased.

Ona shrugged, ‘’whatever you want Lucy, I want to do what you want me to’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy smiled as she began to remove the belt, ‘’I was just teasing princess, but good to know’’ she kissed Ona’s wrists tenderly, ‘’and ofcourse I’m going to fuck you hard, I promised, didn’t I’’. ‘’The only thing is, I just realized, I haven’t tasted you yet and you have, so lay on your back for me hmm’’. She kissed Ona teasingly, playing with her lips between her teeth, ‘’are you going to be good and let me taste you?’’.

Ona nodded furiously and went to lay back in the middle of the bed, being sure to hold her legs apart for Lucy. Lucy smiled as she lowered herself between the Catalans legs, ‘’such a good girl’’ she cooed, looking at Ona’s wet core, ‘’you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?’’.

Ona’s center clenched at the praising words, ‘’I’m so wet for you’’ she whined, holding her legs tighter as a distraction for the urge she had to grab Lucy face and push it against her.

‘’Such a good girl’’, Lucy moaned, feeling Ona clench. ‘’You like that hmm, being my good girl’’ Lucy smirked, feeling her clench again, ‘’you taste so good’’ she said, trying to test her theory, and like clockwork, again Ona’s body reacted to the praise.

After eating the Spaniard out not with the intention to make her come but groaning appreciatively at her taste, Lucy climbed up again, making Ona tasted herself on her tongue. It was one of her favorite things to do.

When she pulled away she smiled at the dazed look on Ona’s face, ‘’you look so good beautiful’’ Lucy cooed as she shifted their bottom half’s, ‘’you want to be such a good girl for me, don’t you?’’ she said kissing Ona’s neck, whispering in her ear, ‘’and I’m already taking such good care of you, aren’t I’’ ‘’can’t get enough of me hmm?’’ Lucy said as she again teased her cock along Ona’s lips.

Ona groaned, her hips buckled of the bed, pressing against Lucy ‘’please Luce, you can fuck me so good’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy groaned as she gently pressed herself inside, feeling barely any resistance she hummed in Ona’s neck, ‘’fuck’’ ‘’you’re made for me, already taking me so well’’.

As Lucy started pumping in to the Catalans wetness she dropped her head back, her eyes rolled in their sockets as Ona clawed at Lucy’s back, the feeling of her tight back muscles impossibly turning her on even more.

Lucy pushed herself up as she rhythmically started rolling her hips faster and faster, looking at the woman below her, taking her so good. She stared between their hips and was mesmerized by the wetness, Ona’s juices even dripping off the base of the strap she was wearing, God, the woman was indescribable.

She slowly haltered as an idea popped in her head, Ona looked up with an already blown out face, she looked questioning. ‘’Feels good?’’ Lucy asked, running her hands along Ona’s thighs.

Ona nodded, ‘’so good’’ she said, not daring to give commands to the woman, but she hoped Lucy could just continue.

Lucy gently pulled out and reached for the pillow from under Ona’s head, ‘’let me make it even better for you, you’re being so good for me’’.

The Catalan couldn’t stifle her moan as she lifted her butt with shaky legs from the bed, allowing Lucy to put the pillow under her hips.

With once more a little teasing, Lucy finally entered the Spaniards’ warm wetness again, she watched Ona’s face closely as she pushed herself inside excruciatingly slow.

Ona’s head laid flat on the mattress and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

‘’Hey, let me hear you baby’’ Lucy cooed against Ona’s cheek, ‘’I love the sounds you make’’ she upped her pace, the sounds of their skin making contact again and again now filled the room, ‘’or do I need to work harder for my princess’’ she teased, ‘’I’m not going hard enough hm?’’.

Ona wasn’t sure if Lucy was really addressing her or if she was giving herself a weird kind off peptalk, but she didn’t care either way, the way Lucy was thrusting into her with measured force, the way her gaze was focused on her tits, bouncing from the way she was getting fucked into the mattress, Ona couldn’t think clear anymore, the only thing on her mind was Lucy and how good she could make her feel.

Lucy looked up to see Ona’s brows furrow lightly, but she couldn’t stop, the way the base of her strap rubbed perfectly against her felt way too good, ‘’what is it princess’’ Lucy asked, hoping Ona wasn’t in any kind off discomfort.

‘’i-im’’ Ona’s eyes rolled back with a moan, ‘’luce, feels so good’’ she moaned, desperately clinging onto her, afraid she was going to leave.

The English woman grinned and made sure to keep her rhythm up as she took Ona’s right hand to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers, before redirecting her hand to play with her own clit.

She leaned down to Ona’s chest, taking her nipple in to her mouth and caressing the other with her hand.

Ona felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she took in all the different ways her body was being stimulated, when Lucy started thrusting in to her even faster, she felt her orgasm approaching, not to be stopped.

As she got pressed against the mattress deeper and deeper Ona couldn’t control the sounds she made, with every thrust a sound escaped her ‘’uh uhhfuckk’’ she moaned as she got pounded closer and closer towards the headboard.

Lucy couldn’t suppress a moan now, she was nearly coming undone herself. The way Ona took her so well, clenching her walls around her rubber cock at every little praise. Laying down on the bed as beautiful as she is.

Various sounds filled the room, Ona’s high pitched moans, Lucy’s low groans joined the chime of filthy sounds coming from the place their bodies connected.

With loud a peak in decibels, they both tumbled over the edge. Drowning in the waves of pleasure that took over their bodies.

Without having control over her body, Lucy’s butt clenched, as it felt like she just had came inside of Ona, with tensed up muscles she tried to ride them both through their highs, resulting in gentle shuddering thrusts.

Ona’s whole body relaxed into the mattress, her eyes fell closed as she could hear nothing but her loud pounding heartbeat and the blood that was rushing through her ears.

With a deep sigh Lucy collapsed on top off Ona, having still just enough conscience to do carefully so.

It took a while before Ona could open her eyes, they had both caught their breath and Lucy laid with her face in the crook of Ona's neck.

Ona started playing with the English woman’s hair, occasionally letting her fingertips run across her shoulders and back.

Lucy eventually seemed to come back to the here and now as well, she groaned as she nuzzled herself deeper against Ona’s skin, taking in the smell she had grown to love.

She smiled as she realized she truly did feel in love with the woman.

‘’Ona’’ she said, coming out a bit hoars, she cleared her throat ‘’I hope I wasn’t mean to you’’.

Ona smiled as she heard Lucy speak, ‘’no, I thought you were very mild’’ she chuckled, ‘’if I were you I hadn’t taken the cuffs off and the blouse in my mouth, damn’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’you were so hot’’.

Lucy chuckled, happy that Ona had enjoyed this. Even though it was clear they both had enjoyed this a lot. ‘’Would it be too early for me to say that I love you?’’ Lucy said in a joking way, but being very serious.

The Catalan scratched the top Lucy’s head, ‘’no’’ she chuckled, ‘’I was waiting for that actually, so I could say it too’’.

‘’I love you’’ Lucy said, pressing soft kisses against Ona’s neck, ‘’and I love when you say please’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I love you too Lucy, ‘’and you’re the only one in the world I want to say please to’’.

Lucy shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’oh Ona, what should i do with you’’ she said in a joking desperate tone.

The smaller woman chuckled, ‘’I know some things’’.

Lucy sat up, leaning back, carefully and slowly pulling out of Ona, shaking her head ‘’I can’t believe you, how can you be so insatiable?’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’it’s your own fault’’ she traced her fingers along Lucy’s biceps, ‘’you’re just so hot’’.

As Lucy was at the tip of the strap, almost completely pulled out and watched Ona’s cum pooling at her entrance, she gently pressed herself in a bit back ‘’we should stop’’ she said, not planning to do that at all, ‘’I’ve never had so much sex in my life, I feel like a rabbit’’.

Ona clenched her walls, desperate to keep Lucy close, she groaned ‘’what was that thing about breaking records?’’.

Two weeks later – Ona’s house in Rome

Yesterday the tree women had landed in the beautiful, but most importantly nicely temperatured Italy.

In this place Ona did have a car, two to be exact, she had a couple living on her terrain all year around to keep the place looking like it belonged in a fairytale, the couple lived in a house on the edge of her estate, but they were aloud to use all the facilities they took care off.

One of the women had picked them up from the airport yesterday and as always when she came back to this house she fell completely in love again. She loved the greenery and appreciated the women for taking such good care of it.

Lucy had gone a bit quiet since arriving and in the evening, after they had eaten with the five of them, Ona had asked her to go on a little walk with her.

They had talked a lot these last weeks, Ona had eventually been allowed to lend Lucy the money for her mortgage, with interest, and Lucy had done everything she needed to do to be able to leave England with a clean slate.

She appreciated Ona’s help, she did, it was just so inapprehensible to her to be able to live like this.

But their love only grew more and more, so Lucy couldn’t really think too much about it. Her mind was preoccupied with the beautiful woman she now called hers.

In London, Ona had lived with her for most days, as Sophia used Ona’s apartment. In this mansion, Sophia lived on the other wing of the house.

It was a good thing because Ona seemed to be insatiable.

After their first day, where Sophia and Ona had done some work, Lucy had hung around the pool mostly, she felt a bit guilty for not working when the others were, but Ona had encouraged her to relax, saying that she could use this week as a vacation.

Every once in a while, when Ona walked outside taking a phone call, she had send Lucy a wink, making the English woman smile. Ona was not only a very good business woman, she also looked very hot being one.

This day came to an end with Ona heading back to bed early, claiming she was tired.

Lucy had given her a kiss and stayed down, chatting with Sophia. Ona thought it was cute the way their bond had developed, they shared the same (English) humor and when they were really in a silly mood, Ona sometimes couldn’t even follow what was being said as their accents were so thick.

But now she didn’t like that Lucy had stayed downstairs, she didn’t want to be obvious so she had just agreed with her, saying goodnight, but she actually wasn’t really tired.

So Ona texted her.

@ Ona Batlle: i miss u

She waited 5 minutes a long time and still didn’t get a reply. So Ona figured Lucy needed a reason to come back to bed. She put on an olive green set of lingerie and stood infront of the full length mirror in her wardrobe. After striking a few different poses, she found the one she felt hottest in and made a cheeky picture, being sure to crop out her head before sending it to her lover.

@ Ona Batlle: *picture*

@ Ona Batlle: I miss u

@ Ona Batlle: come to bed?

@ Ona Batlle: I miss u ☹

@ Ona Batlle: lucy

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As Lucy was laughing with Sophia about something from a tv show they both watched, she felt her phone hysterically buzzing in her pocket.

Sophia got up to refill her wine glass, ‘’do you want another glass too?’’ the PA asked.

Lucy choked on air as she opened the picture that had been send to her.

‘’Are you alright?’’ Sophia chuckled, a little intoxicated from the wine they had been drinking. It was Friday night and Sophia had enjoyed the evening they had been having, so she had let loose a little.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’but I’m good on the wine, I think I have had enough’’ she said, smiling at Soph.

Sophia leaned on the back rest of the chair she was standing behind, ‘’awww come on Luce, you sure you don’t want one more?’’.

Lucy chuckled about the state of the woman infront of her, she was happy she could handle her alcohol better, she rarely got drunk, ‘’tomorrow evening we can do this again’’ she laughed, ‘’but Ona just texted me she has a bit of a headache, so I am going to bring her some medicine’’.

‘’The Advil is in the kitchen, don´t forget water’’ Sophia slurred, ´´It´s cute it´s your job now´´ she laughed.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy chuckled, ´´I’m happy to take those kind of things over from you´´.

Sophia suddenly broke out in a loud chuckle, ‘’aww what would little Ona do without us’’ she shook her head, ‘’I love the woman, but sometimes I can’t understand how such a smart woman can be so dumb with things’’ Sophia murmured as she started walking towards ‘her’ staircase.

‘’She really is a smart woman’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’and if you are a smart woman too, you drink some water before sleeping, safes you from a headache tomorrow’’.

‘’Hey Luce’’ Sophia said, turning around.

‘’Hmm?’’ Lucy hummed, as she was clearing the coffee table.

‘’I love you too you know’’ Sophia chuckled, ‘’I have never seen Ona more happy’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’thank you Soph, and know that Ona appreciates you a lot, you make her life so much easier, she says it every day to me’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Sophia said with a glossy smile, ‘’wish her well for me, hope her headache stops’’.

‘’Goodnight Soph’’. With that Lucy rushed to the kitchen and dropped everything there, before running up the stairs, without Advil or water.

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‘’Took you long enough’’ Ona said from her position on the bed, she laid on her front, leaning on her elbows, doing something on her phone.

‘’I- ‘’ Lucy tried to form a sentence but she got distracted by Ona’s perfect ass, laying perfectly on display, barely covered in the green lace, ‘’Soph’’ she offered as explanation for her delay.

Ona sat up with a chuckle, ‘’soph?’’.

‘’Uh’’ Lucy shook her head as to regain her conscience, ‘’uhm, yeah, I send Soph to bed, told her you had a headache, she was pretty drunk by the way don’t know if she- ‘’ she cleared her throat, ‘’but anyway, I’m here now’’ she said in a happy voice, ‘’hadn’t expected such a text, as you said you were tired’’.

The Catalan stood up to make her way towards Lucy, as the English woman wasn’t getting closer to her, ‘’do you expect me to be able to sleep after you hang around half naked all day?’’ she said in a playful tone.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’do you want me to use clothes in the pool tomorrow?’’ she joked back, as she took Ona in her arms.

‘’Nuh uh’’ Ona shook her head as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, ‘’no, but I do want you now’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck, ‘’it was very distracting seeing you laying there all sexy’’ she pouted.

Lucy grinned, ‘’distracting huh?’’ she said, holding Ona’s wrists, pushing her towards the bed, ‘’maybe you shouldn’t be coming out to look every 30 minutes then’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I always take my calls outside, it’s good to walk around a bit sometimes, instead of sitting behind the computer’’.

Lucy let Ona go and walked to Ona’s suitcase that was laying open on the ground, she fished out the silk mask she had worn on the plane, with a grin she walked back to Ona, ‘’wear this then, if I am so distracting’’.

‘’No’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I want to see you’’ she said, climbing further onto the bed.

The English woman grinned, ‘’it will be fun Oni, come on let me make you feel so good’’ she whispered as she came closer to the woman, ‘’please, I’ve had this idea in my head since I saw you wearing it on the plane’’.

‘’hmm’’ Ona pulled Lucy towards her, making her settle between her legs ‘’did you?’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy hummed, she kissed down Ona’s neck ‘’please?’’.

The Catalan chuckled, ‘’after all that begging you make me do, and now you’re starting?’’ she frowned.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy grinned in to Ona’s neck, ‘’maybe I will make you beg some more, I love when you’re desperate for me’’.

Ona slipped her hand under Lucy’s t-shirt, ‘’I’m always desperate for you baby’’ she sighed, ‘’now come on then with that stupid mask’’.

‘’Blindfold’’ Lucy chuckled as she sat up, ‘’we’re repurposing it’’.

The last thing Lucy saw before she but the mask on the woman was an eyeroll, making her chuckle. ‘’I promise it’ll be fun’’ Lucy said as she moved Ona to lay flat on the bed.

Ona gasped at the way she suddenly got moved, ‘’luce!’’ she chuckled, ‘’you do need to warn me for things’’.

‘’hmm, sorry baby, good thing for telling me’’ she took Ona’s hand, ‘’I am now going to kiss your neck okay?’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’yes, that is okay, I meant for like.. unexpected things’’ she said with a grin.

‘’Oh’’ Lucy said, already almost dived into Ona's neck ‘’is that an expected thing then?’’ she teased, grazing her bottom lip softly along the skin of Ona’s neck.

The Catalan giggled as she shivered from the light touch, with this blindfolded she seemed to feel it even more intensely, ‘’yes, you love my neck, you’re always kissing it’’.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy pouted, ‘’okay, that’s getting old then’’ she smiled as she ran her hands along Ona’s body, ‘’I could never get enough of you’’ she fake pouted.

‘’Hey!’’ Ona reached blindly infront of her with her hands, taking Lucy’s hands ‘’I can’t get enough of you either’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’I know, I was teasing you’’ she rubbed her thumbs over Ona’s knuckles, ‘’and I am very much aware of the fact you can’t get enough of me, I almost fear for Soph, as she is staying in the apartment in Paris with us’’.

Ona hadn’t ofcourse foreseen that she would fall in love in England, so she hadn’t been able to book anything for Sophia in Paris. As they would normally just share the apartment, but now there was nothing near her place available to book, and Sophia had just said she didn’t mind. She said she rather stayed with Ona to be the third wheel, then stay somewhere outside of the city, as they only had a few days in Paris with a very busy schedule.

Ona groaned, ‘’don’t remind me of those sad days ahead’’ she pulled Lucy on top of her, it was so unexpected that Lucy fell over, making her chuckle ‘’now, stop talking and put that magic mouth of yours to use’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’so bossy’’ she kissed along Ona’s collarbones, ‘’you know how that’s dealt with hm?’’.

The grin that took over the visible part of the Catalan woman was all Lucy needed to see. Ona always tried to rile her up.

With one hand she dug below Ona to unclasp her bra and took it off, leaving her chest bare.

She quickly took off her own shirt too and threw it on the floor.

Lucy took in the sight of the beautiful woman laying down for her, her sun kissed skin waiting to be littered with kisses. She stared down at her for a while, beaming with love.

She smiled as she saw Ona started playing with her nipples ‘’that’s my job hm’’ she said as she wiggled her own hands below Ona’s.

‘’Oh your still here’’ Ona teased, ‘’thought you’d left’’ she snickered at her own joke.

Lucy shifted to bring her face to the woman chest, ‘’mhm’’ Lucy grinned, running her tongue along Ona’s hardening bud, ‘’keep joking like that baby, lets see how long you can keep it up’’.

But Ona’s teasing state was long forgotten, she threw her chin up as Lucy’s tongue played with her nipples. Her hand found it’s way to Lucy’s hair, digging for a place below her bun.

Teasingly Lucy nibbled down, grazing Ona’s sensitive spots with her teeth, knowing how crazy Ona got from the teasing. She worked from Ona’s neck, to her stomach and then she started at her ankles, to her hips, purposefully avoiding the Catalans center all together.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined her name like it was a chant, she had kissed every part of Ona’s body two times already, minus the part Ona actually wanted her to be.

She leaned against Ona’s ear, her mouth already swollen from al the kisses she’d been placing, but ready for so much more. ‘’What’s that princess? No more jokes?’’ Lucy whispered, her breath heavy from all the exploring she’d been done.

‘’luce’’ another whine left Ona’s throat, ‘’I’m so wet luce, please’’.

Lucy chuckled as she nibbed at the smaller woman’s earlobe, ‘’I’m wet too, because of you actually’’ she hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’do you want to help me out first?’’ she teased, ‘’maybe let me sit on your pretty little face’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s dry bottom lip.

Ona swallowed hard, she would love to make Lucy come, but she was also aching for a relief herself.

‘’You want to be a good girl for me?’’ Lucy said, planting a soft kiss to Ona’s lips ‘’or you first?’’ she asked as Ona stayed silent.

The Catalan shook her head, ‘’no I want you’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’yeah what part’’ she asked as she took one of Ona’s hands and guided it to her core, ‘’these lips’’ she said, helping Ona trace along her wetness ‘’or these ones’’ she said, taking Ona’s fingers in her mouth.

Ona moaned at all the things Lucy made her feel, she couldn’t think clear, she wanted to taste Lucy now too but she was also dying for her mouth to be on herself. ‘’Okay’’ she sighed, ‘’sit on my face’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’only if you want too’’ she said kissing Ona.

Ona groaned as she recognized Lucy’s taste on her tongue, ‘’mhmm I want to taste you’’.

‘’Mhh you’re so good to me baby’’ Lucy gave her one more kiss before shifting, hovering over Ona’s face with her warm center.

The Catalan hooked her arms around Lucy’s legs, not caring if she let her weight down on her face.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come undone on Ona’s fingers and tongue, after her orgasm faded, having it gently ridden out on Ona’s face, she got off of her.

‘’That was good’’ Lucy said, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips, ‘’now it’s my time to make you feel good hm’’.

Ona whined from the anticipation. She arched from the bed as Lucy started making her way down her body again, she felt as though she was literally dripping on to the mattress from how wet she was, even if she was still wearing her underwear, that piece of lace was sure to be ruined by now.

Again Lucy took her time to kiss along Ona’s body, Ona almost couldn’t handle it anymore. She felt like she was getting lightheaded from all the buildup ‘’luce, please’’ she whined, ‘’please’’.

Lucy chuckled and finally hooked her fingers in the underwear, ‘’let’s get you out of this hm?’’.

‘’mhm’’ Ona whimpered as she pushed her hips up.

Lucy’s eyes got big and a grind tugged on her mouth as she saw the strings of wetness when she slid Ona’s panties down, ‘’I’m not sure if you’re ready babe’’ she teased ‘’maybe I can give you some more kisses first’’.

‘’Luceee’’ Ona groaned, bringing her own hand to her core.

‘’Hey’’ Lucy grabbed Ona’s hand and pushed it up to besides her head, she leaned in for a kiss ‘’I’m teasing, I’m sorry’’.

‘’Yeah, you’ve been teasing enough’’ Ona whined, spreading her legs wider, hoping it would help Lucy find the way.

Again Lucy started kissing from her chest, slowly working her way down. Ona hadn’t really found it necessary, as she was so worked up, but Lucy was quicker this time and Ona didn’t really have the power to speak anymore.

She moaned as Lucy’s tongue finally made contact with her pulsing heath, she bit her lip as she realized she wasn’t sure how long she could keep her orgasm at bay.

Lucy buried herself between Ona’s legs, wrapping one arm around her leg and bringing her other hand up to Ona’s core, in a desire to feel her coming on her finger, loving the way Ona’s walls clenched as she came.

The English woman was sure she’d just been down there for 30 seconds when she noticed the familiar signs Ona’s body gave before she would tumble over the edge.

Lucy couldn’t believe it and eagerly kept on going.

With a load moan Ona felt the high flow through her body, she came hard on Lucy’s curled fingers inside her.

Her legs shook as Lucy slowed her pace.

The taller woman kept her long fingers inside as she climbed up to kiss Ona, ‘’one more baby?’’ she asked, ‘’I know you can do it’’ she whispered ‘’and I haven’t had enough yet’’.

Ona groaned, unable to open her eyes she accepted Lucy’s kiss.

Lucy kissed the Catalan intensely, distracting her from her sensitivity, slowly starting to thrust her fingers again.

When she curled her fingers, Ona moaned and the kiss broke, Lucy took the moment to shuffle back down, she wasn’t kidding when she said she hadn’t had enough of Ona’s taste yet, it was almost disappointing how quick she’d come, but Lucy took it as a compliment and took it as a challenge to make her come again.

It was hard to keep Ona’s shaky legs still but Lucy managed to get her head between them and pressed down on her hips with her free arm, ‘’it’s okay baby’’ she soothed Ona placing some soft kisses on the damp skin, ‘’you can do one more’’.

Ona whined desperately at the words Lucy spoke, there was already building up a new heat within her stomach, it was much more intense then the first time.

She didn’t know if-

Her thoughts got cut of as she felt Lucy’s talented tongue ripple against her sensitive bud, she could almost scream at the sensation. Or maybe she was screaming, she didn’t know, she couldn’t see or hear anything anymore. A sensation that was both very familiar as it was completely strange washed over her. Her legs started spasming as she felt Lucy’s head still between her legs.

She pushed against Lucy’s head, making her sit up. Gently Lucy took the ‘blindfold’ off of her head. She blinked a couple of times and it took a second before her eyes were adjusted to the light. Then she was met with a beaming Lucy, proudly smiling at her.

Ona noticed her chin was glistening with wetness as she leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head reflexively.

‘’Baby?’’ Lucy said, only now running the back of her hand along her mouth, thinking Ona turned away out of shame, not realizing it was about the state of her face ‘’are you okay’’.

The Catalan nodded against the pillow, now completely turning her whole body, making her lay on her front.

Lucy gave her space to turn and started soothing her back, running her hand up and down the clammy skin.

She leaned down and tried to nestle her face close to Ona’s, giving her a kiss on her forehead ‘’are you feeling okay?’’ she softly asked, ‘’or was it too much?’’.

‘’hmmm’’ Ona hummed, she could speak, she was completely absorbed in a world of bliss.

Lucy smiled, ‘’did it feel good?’’ she tried, placing another few kisses to Ona’s face.

The Catalan chuckled as if she was drunk, holding her eyes closed ‘’so good’’.

Lucy tried to turn Ona around by her shoulder, ‘’good idea hm, using the blindfold? maybe something we will do more often?’’.

At this Ona seemed to wake back up, ‘’no’’ she said, opening her eyes ‘’if you did all that without the blindfold it would’ve been even better’’.

This made Lucy chuckle, ‘’I don’t know’’ she teased, ‘’I’ve never seen you this wet before’’ she gave Ona a real kiss now she was finally back on her back, ‘’and you’ve never squirted before either’’.

Ona frowned, ‘’I didn’t-’’ she didn’t finish her words as she looked at Lucy nodding with a smug smile.

Only now she felt the wetness she was laying in, she shifted closer to Lucy and groaned ‘’I ruined the bed’’ she groaned.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’well, it’s a good thing you have so many rooms then’’ ‘’let’s go for a shower and then I’ll take of the bedding to put in the laundry tomorrow’’.

‘’I love you’’ Ona said as she took Lucy’s hand and looked up to her with her dazed gaze.

The English woman chuckled at the sighed, Ona looked completely fucked out and now she was orgasm-drunk declaring her love for her. She guessed she could only take it as a compliment.

‘’I love you too baby’’ Lucy kissed the hand she held, ‘’do you feel ready for a shower or do you need some cuddles first’’.

The dreamy smile Ona gave her told her everything she needed to know.

An hour later – Ona’s house in Rome

After showering Ona had been thirsty, begging Lucy to come down with her for some sparkling water, after she had handed her a cup of water from the bathroom.

Of course she would go down with her, Lucy quickly put on a pair of underwear and a sports bra and hurried after Ona who was already walking down the stairs, dressed in just a robe.

Ona poured two glasses from the cooled bottle of sparkling water, the kitchen was only lit up by the light of the fridge. Lucy smiled as she saw the carton of strawberry’s when she was about to close the fridge, ‘’how would you feel about some strawberry’s?’’ she asked Ona.

Ona turned around with the bottle and reached besides Lucy to put it back in the door of the fridge, ‘’hmm, good’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck ‘’if you are feeding them to me’’.

‘’Well I think you deserved that’’ Lucy said as she turned around to grab Ona and prevented her from going anywhere.

‘’Luce’’ Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I’m thirsty’’.

Lucy reached into the fridge and grabbed one strawberry to hold infront of Ona ‘’here’’.

After Ona took a bite, Lucy ate the rest and put the bit of green in the bin, shuffling Ona with her to get there.

‘’Okay can I be free now’’ Ona chuckled, feeling ridiculous.

‘’nuh-uh’’ Lucy kissed Ona’s neck, ‘’I want kisses’’ she grumbled in a teasing fake monster like voice, pretending to eat Ona in her neck.

Ona giggled at her silliness, trying to push her away.

Finaly Lucy stopped ‘’sshhhh’’ she laughed, ‘’don’t wake everyone up’’.

‘’Don’t worry!’’ a voice in the dark said, making Ona and Lucy jump, ‘’I am already awake, I am dying from a headache’’.

Ona and Lucy blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening. Lucy tried very hard to contain her laughter, Ona stomped on her foot and quickly closed her robe tighter.

‘’Advil?’’ Ona suggested, already turning around to get some.

Lucy got a glass and filled it with water, ‘’I hope you feel better Soph’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Soph nodded, ‘’how’s your headache Ona? What are you guys even doing here?’’.

‘’Uhm..’’

‘’I brought flat water’’ Lucy offered, ‘’she wanted sparkling’’.

Even though it was maybe one of the dumbest excuses ever, and Lucy felt like they had ‘post-sex’ written all over their foreheads, Sophia seemed to take it as a valid story, not even questioning the rest of the scene.

‘’Well’’ She yawned, ‘’thanks for the Advil, I will see you guys in the morning’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Ona and Lucy both nodded, trying to keep their composure.

When Sophia had left the room, they waited a few more minutes, before bursting out in laughter.

‘’I hope for your sake she forgets all she’s seen’’.

‘’Why’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’you’re not embarrassed of the kissy monster are you’’ again she put that voice on and walked back to Ona as if she was a pray, ‘’don’t make the kissy monster sad, it will need more kisses to cheer up again’’.

She dug her head back in Ona’s neck, capturing the laughing woman in her arms.

Next morning – garden, Ona’s house in Rome

‘’How’s your headache?’’ Lucy chuckled as Sophia came to join the table Ona and her had set.

Sophia shook her head, ‘’I can’t believe I drank that much, maybe I have caught the same thing as Ona’’.

‘’Yeahh’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’maybe’’ she shook her head and exchanged a grin with Ona.

‘’Well, I feel a bit better already’’ Ona lied, ‘’so I hope you do to soon’’.

‘’Mhm, this breakfast looks amazing, I’m sure that’ll help’’.

Lucy and Ona smiled at eachother again, happy the nightly events were not being discussed any further.

Paris – Ona’s apartment

They had been in Paris for a couple of days now. It had been busy days as they had needed to get a lot done in a few days. But everything had been completed successfully and tomorrow they would all be leaving. Sophia would return home for a couple of days and Lucy and Ona would go to Spain for her fathers birthday.

Ona had given Sophia the day off, as she thought the woman deserved it. Sophia had been happy about it, she had a store she wanted to visit for a particular bag she fancied to buy.

The Catalan business woman had a few calls to make in the morning, but Lucy and her had discussed to go explore Paris a little in the afternoon.

Lucy had get to know some fun spots, as she had explored the city when Soph and Ona where working. She was happy that building this apartment was in, also had a gym and a pool, but she liked a jog through the streets as well, she couldn’t handle being locked up inside for too long.

Well, she did want to stay inside a bit longer if it meant her and Ona could spend a little undisturbed alone time together.

Lucy knocked on the office door, it was one o’clock in the afternoon. She was sure Ona could at least use a break by now if she wasn’t done yet.

‘’Hi baby’’ Lucy said after Ona had said she could come in, ‘’I don’t want to disturb you, but I thought you might need a break’’ she carefully said.

Ona chuckled ‘’you’re too cute’’ she waved, ‘’come in, I’m not on a call, I just hung up the last one actually’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, so you’re free now?’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Ona looked at her laptop, ‘’I do need send one more email’’.

‘’Want to do that while sitting on my lap?’’ Lucy asked.

Ona looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

‘’What’’ Lucy said, holding her hands up in the air, ‘’I missed you, we finally have some alone time’’.

‘’Missed me’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’we haven’t been apart’’ she corrected herself ‘’well, besides when I was working’’.

Lucy’s brows furrowed, ‘’no’’ she said in disbelieve, ‘’I mean touching eachother’’.

‘’Ohh’’ Ona finally snapped out of her ‘working-mode’ brain and looked at Lucy with renewed interest ‘’oohhhh’’ she repeated herself.

Now it was Lucy’s time to chuckle, ‘’I don’t know if I need to be disappointed that it hasn’t been on your mind like it has been on mine, or that I should be surprised, because in Rome and London you couldn’t keep your hands off of me’’.

Ona nodded with eyes shut, ‘’to be honest, I haven’t had the time to think about it, with all the things we needed to do’’ she opened her eyes again, ‘’Sophia sleeping two rooms down ours’’ she said with a pained face.

‘’Yeah I figured that was the biggest reason’’ Lucy took place on the second desk chair, ‘’but I’m sorry to hear that your work has been taking so much toll on you, sorry I haven’t asked about it earlier’’.

‘’No’’ Ona shook her head, ‘’I already have Soph to talk about that with, I enjoy that we have other conversations’’.

Lucy smiled apologetically, ‘’do you have a lot of stress?’’.

Ona sighed, ‘’well, not really stress, as things are running great, just a lot to get done’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’but I’m not opposed for a stress reliever’’ she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Lucy rolled her chair closer to Ona, ‘’well, how about you send that email then’’ she kissed Ona’s cheek, ‘’then we can go do some exploring in Paris’’ she joked.

Ona chuckled as Lucy continued to nestle herself in her neck, but she opened her documents to start writing the email she needed to send.

Afternoon - Paris

Sophia has shopped for the things she wanted. When they had made plans this morning Lucy and Ona had said they were planning on eating out together, Sophia had offered to go to another restaurant on her own, giving them some space. She had really meant it at that time, but now she was even more happy to have made that decision. She was completely worn down, she was tired from their busy schedule, she had expected it to kick in when she was back home, maybe on plane even. But right now she was fighting the urge to fall asleep on the metro, and in a Parisian metro you didn’t want too sleep, way to gross, way to risky with pickpockets.

As she walked the last part of her way back to the apartment she thought about what she would be going to order for dinner. She opted to just get a simple pizza, or maybe she wouldn’t order anything and just go to bed. She would just decide based on how she felt after a bit of laying on the couch.

She opened the apartment door after her ride on the scary old French elevator and dropped her bags in the hallway, she’d deal with them later. She kicked of her boots and walked towards the couch.

After watching a bit of TV she was sure she heard something, so she paused what she was watching.

‘’Hi?’’ Soph called out, thinking Lucy and Ona might’ve come back.

She heard something, not coming from the front door, but from the office, maybe Ona was still working? ‘’Ona?’’.

Sophia chuckled ‘’are you still working’’.

-‘’yeah’’

‘’Still working on the proposal for mis-

-‘’that’s it’’.

‘’What?’’ Sophia was confused, ‘’I hadn’t even said who, ONA?’’.

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Paris - the same time, but on the other side of Ona’s bedroom door.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona moaned, she arched off the bed ‘’that’s it’’.

‘’ONA?’’

Shocked looked Lucy at Ona, who did not seem to hear anything, she quickly put her hand over Ona’s mouth.

‘’Quiet baby’’ Lucy whispered as she continued her thrusts, ‘’if you keep quiet, I’ll keep going’’.

The couple of days that they hadn’t been intimate had surely been made up for. They had probably lost track of time, Lucy glanced at the clock, damn it was already after 5 o’clock.

‘’Soph is already back home’’ Lucy whispered, receiving nothing but a whimper from Ona.

Ona was truly and well fucked out, to far gone after her 6 orgasms to even realize she should care. She didn’t, she wanted more from Lucy, she needed her to not stop.

She wrapped her legs around Lucy as her orgasm took over, her moans covered by Lucy’s warm palm.

“Where are you then?” Sophia called out, apparently having gone into the office.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy whispered, ‘’let me go yeah? I need to prevent her from searching for you and finding this’’ she chuckled.

Ona looked at her with a dazed smile.

Carefully Lucy unwrapped the legs and stood up, quickly she took of the harness and-

‘’-are you in the bedroom Ona? Are you allright?’’.

‘’Yeah she’s allright’’ Lucy hurried to say, ‘’uhm, difficult phone call’’ she slapped herself against the head, what the actual fuck, she really needed to work on her excuses.

‘’-mkay’’.

Quickly she redid her hair in a bun and jumped into her clothes. She took a few breaths and stepped out of the room. Sophia was already walking back to the living room. ‘’hey, hadn’t expected you, uhm- not that we, i-‘’ she cleared her throat ‘’quick freshen up before dinner?’’.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’no I was actually way too tired for dinner so I decided to eat here, order something’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’ohhhh, I interrupted you two, didn’t i?’’.

‘’Uhm’’ Lucy scratched her neck as she was leaning against a wall ‘’i-

Sophia shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I can’t believe I just had a conversation with my boss while she was getting it’’ she waved her hand towards Lucy, ‘’just go, don’t mind me’’ she shook her head with disbelieve, ‘’I took everything into reconsideration and I think I should use the opportunity for one more dinner in Paris’’.

Lucy smiled awkwardly at her, ‘’sorry’’ she said, grateful she would leave for a bit longer.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’it’s allright, I saw nothing’’ she shook her head again, ‘’Jesus’’ she chuckled as she walked to the door to put her shoes back on, ‘’next time put a sock on the door’’ she joked before leaving.

The English woman blushed furiously, this was awful, how could they’ve lost track of time so bad. She thought back about Ona and quickly rushed back to the bedroom.

She found a dozed off Ona.

Gently she took place on the bed, ‘’hey’’ she whispered, ‘’are you there?’’ she planted a kiss on Ona’s temple, deserving her a smile.

Lucy chuckled, every time she was once again amazed with the effect she had on her girlfriend.

‘’I love you’’ Ona hummed.

Lucy smiled and shifted, taking a better place on the bed so she could hold Ona.

Paris - Ona’s apartment.

Lucy had ran Ona a bath and was now sitting in it with her. Ona seemed to have regained her conscience, though she was still clinging on to Lucy as if it was her last resort. Lucy loved how clingy Ona could get after they’d slept together, she loved to pamper her little princess.

‘’And then you said what’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’babee’’ Lucy whined, having told the story two times already, ‘’I said difficult phone call’’ she laughed, more from embarrassment then because it was funny. Maybe she could laugh about it with Ona some day. For now it was fucking embarrassing.

Ona nestled herself further against Lucy’s chest, ‘’hmm, I love you, but you’re the worst at excuses’’.

‘’I knowww’’ Lucy said, looking at the ceiling, then a grin came on her face ‘’you weren’t much help either by the way´´ she teased, poking Ona gently.

´´Hey!´´ Ona pouted, ´´and who´s fault was that?’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, I’m not sure because you did ask for it’’.

‘’Both our faults then’’ Ona offered.

Lucy kissed the top of her head, ‘’both our faults’’.

‘’Should we give her compensation or something?’’ Ona asked, thinking about how unprofessional this whole thing was.

Lucy nodded, ‘’maybe..’’ she said ‘’I don’t know how those things work, maybe she will report you to HR’’ she joked.

‘’Luce’’ Ona pushed against Lucy’s stomach.

‘’Ouch’’ Lucy grabbed her hand, ‘’okay, yes, I think you should maybe at least offer her’’.

‘’She’ll say no’’ Ona said ‘’she never wants a bonus’’.

‘’Maybe she’s being polite’’ Lucy shrugged, ‘’I bet she wouldn’t mind receiving it’’.

‘’Hmm, I’ll offer it to her tomorrow, if she says no I’ll maybe give it to her anyways’’ Ona said.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy said, wrapping her arms around the Catalan, ‘’it’s getting cold, shall we get out?’’.

‘’Mhm’’.

‘’Do you have that too’’ Ona asked Lucy while they were stood drying off.

‘’Hm? What’’ Lucy said, turning around to face her.

‘’Declining things out of politeness’’ Ona explained, ‘’because I don’t think it’s rude when you accept a gift of mine at all’’ she smiled at Lucy.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’I do accept your gifts, right?’’, ‘’I just don’t want extremely big gifts’’.

Ona nodded ‘’well, just so you know, I’m dying to be your sugar mama’’ she teased.

The English woman shook her head with a laugh, ‘’see and I don’t want that dynamic, what were you thinking about offering Sophia then anyways?’’.

‘’A hundred’’

‘’euros?’’ Lucy laughed.

Ona nodded ‘’a hundred thousand euros, is that to little?’’.

Lucy happy smile quickly faded into one of disbelieve, ‘’babe’’.

‘’What?’’ Ona looked at her sincerely, ‘’to much?’’ she tried.

‘’Half of that would be so much already Ona’’ Lucy said with honesty, ‘’I bet if you were to make Soph say an amount she wouldn’t even cross thousand’’ she looked at Ona ‘’and then I mean one-zero-zero-zero’’.

Ona smiled at her, ‘’maybe I do need a bit of grounding hm?’’ she said, partly to herself, and a little bit because she understood her world was so strange to Lucy.

Paris – Ona’s apartment

The tree of them ate breakfast together, today they will all leave Paris, Sophia this morning, taking a flight to England. Lucy and Ona this afternoon, being flown back to Spain with the private jet.

Ona gets a call and left the table to take it in her office, not wanting to disturb the conversation Lucy and Sophia were having.

It was a call from her dad, telling her that her niece, Maria, graduated as a realtor. Maria had high grades and had done internships at some good companies, Ona knew it, she had asked the girl a while back to send her some of her portfolios. She expected Maria to contact her herself eventually, but apparently her dad had offered, or maybe Maria had been to shy to actually call herself.

Either way, Maria wanted to work for Ona’s company now that she had graduated. Ona liked the idea, she was a hard working girl, so she discussed it with Sophia.

She didn’t want to send her niece off to one of the offices, hiding the talented girl behind a desk. No, she could use this as an opportunity.

‘’Hey I am heading to the airport soon’’ Sophia said as she came by the office with her suitcase, ‘’was it an urgent call?’’ she asked Ona.

Ona smiled, ‘’no my dad, do have a minute left? I want to discuss something about what he said’’.

‘’Of course, cab’s here in 25 minutes’’ Sophia said, now stepping inside the office.

The Catalan business woman proposed Sophia the idea of her going to Amsterdam with the girl, alone. Her planned schedule was actually going back to Amsterdam after the two months of Rome, but Ona figured, that if Sophia took Maria under her wing, train her in Rome. She could go alone to the Netherlands with the girl, giving her more time in Rome. That that would be time alone with Lucy was maybe a big factor in her idea, but she also liked to give Sophia and Maria an opportunity to grow. Her plan for Soph had always been to let her grow within her company, eventually wanting her to train another PA. Sophia had taken the job with that intention, but she had often said she didn’t care anymore, that she liked being Ona’s right hand. But Ona still wanted to give the woman what she deserved when the time was right.

‘’You don’t have to say yes immediately Soph’’ Ona reassured, ‘’we’ll see in Rome how well she takes things up’’.

‘’Well if she has at least a shred of the same DNA as you, I think we’ll be fine’’ Soph laughed, already having agreed with Ona as soon as the proposal had left her mouth, ‘’and you’ll have more time to spend with Lucy’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I’m not trying to overhear-

-Soph!’’ Ona exclaimed, not able to hear her actually say the words out loud ‘’I am so so sorry for that’’ she offered apologetically, ‘’I actually wanted to talk to you about some sort of financial compensation for that, and from now on I’ll make sure you’ll have separate accommodation’’ Ona shook her head, cringing thinking back at the event ‘’I knew I was being unprofessional for always just making you stay in my house, i-‘’

‘’Ona’’ Sophia chuckled ‘’it’s all okay, I don’t need to be compensated, I have always, and still do, felt a very professional relationship’’ she put her hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder ‘’I am really happy you’re in love, maybe even a little jealous, but I am okay Ona’’ she chuckled, ‘’but from now on I would like separate housing’’.

‘’I will give it to you anyways’’ Ona blushed, ‘’but thank you for your professionalism regarding this subject’’.

‘’Hey now!’’ Soph chuckled, ‘’we’re not back to scratch now, are we?’’ ‘’I felt like we we’re becoming like friends even’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’I see you as my friend Soph, and this Amsterdam opportunity will be the first step towards your promotion by the way, you’ll be teaching Maria the ropes’’.

Sophia smiled, ‘’thank you Ona, I really appreciate you as a boss’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’good, now enjoy your days off in England, I will see you back in Italy’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Sophia smiled, ‘’I’m going to say bye to Lucy really quick and then I’m off’’.

‘’Have a safe travel!’’ Ona called after Sophia as she left her office.

The visit in Spain had been amazing. In Paris, Lucy had done her best with buying some nice clothes, with her own money, to make a good impression. Ona had assured her that her family didn’t care, but in the end she loved seeing Lucy being more comfortable but first and foremost looking very good, in her new clothes.

Her family, to no surprise, had absolutely loved Lucy. Her mom and dad welcomed her into the family as if she was already family. Even secretly whispering Lucy was their favorite partner of Ona’s she had brought home, when they saw her dancing around with the nieces and nephews.

Ona’s house in Rome

Now they were back in Rome, with the four of them this time. Sophia quickly had gotten along with Maria and this gave Ona a lot of time to get her own work done.

Lucy on the other hand, had already searched online for job applications as a gym instructor. The second day they were back in Rome, she had the interview and the third day she started working there.

Ona admired her for her work ethic and she wasn’t surprised Lucy was getting hired as soon as applied somewhere.

But it didn’t take long before Lucy started to get a bit grumpy.

Ona let her be, figuring she just needed some time, but eventually she asked what was wrong.

Then the tears had started flowing, Lucy hated working at a gym below a boss that told her she wasn’t working right. She didn’t like that she couldn’t give her own spin to classes. There had been a complaint about her being too pushy. She had worked there fine for one week, but this week she had dreaded going every day.

It made Ona sad to see her girlfriend like this, she knew how much fitness meant for Lucy. She admired the gym Lucy had set up in London and thought she was the best personal trainer anyone could ever have.

Lucy had cried that she couldn’t just be a personal trainer again, she had to start at being a gym instructor before they would give her more serious clients.

This made Ona mad, who was that stupid boss to decide what Lucy could and could not do.

‘’What if I buy a gym’’ Ona offered, ‘’I wont give it to you, as you don’t want that, but I can hire you in it?’’.

Lucy wiped her tears away, she was desperate to work, but she didn’t want to work like this.

Ona put her hand on Lucy’s back, soothing her.

‘’You know’’ she started as it stayed quiet for a while ‘’Bronze Fitness Forge is such a good name, it begs to be a chain’’.

A chuckle sounded from Lucy, who had buried her head between her knees.

‘’Did you come up with it?’’ Ona asked, laying a kiss on Lucy’s shoulder.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy murmured, ‘’yeah, I thought it’d be funny’’.

‘’It is’’ Ona smiled, ‘’what if you opened one in a few big cities, the cities where we travel too, so you can work in a place that shares your norms and values’’.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed, ‘’I would want that but I can’t’’ she broke out in a sob again.

Ona continued rubbing her back, ‘’heyyy’’ ‘’it’s okay, Luce’’ ‘’I love you’’.

After a while of thinking Ona spoke again, ‘’I want- no wait’’ she tried again, ‘’to me, it would be the perfect solution to buy you a place for a gym and then I’ll just pay you a salary for working there, you can name it whatever.. you don’t have link it to your own gym in London’’.

‘’Luna’’ Lucy said, finally picking her head up, she turned to Ona, ‘’it should be called Luna’’.

Ona chuckled at the enthusiasm ‘’like the moon?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’Lu-cy and O-na’’ she explained.

‘’Aww’’ Ona smiled at her girlfriend, ‘’that’s so cute baby’’ she was happy Lucy would let her do this for her.

Ona eventually bought a gym that was bankrupt, so the equipment was already there. Lucy didn’t really like the equipment as most of it was pretty old, but she didn’t say anything about that as she was already for ever grateful for this opportunity.

She couldn’t yet take clients on this stay in Rome, but she now made herself useful by fixing up the gym and went hunting for good staff Ona could hire. She was setting this business up like she had done with hers back in London, only she now had not herself as boss, but Ona.

Ona was the sweetest, she listened to Lucy’s plans, tried to contribute with ideas and always told Lucy she could just do what she thought best, but that she didn’t need to worry about if the investment was going to be earned back with this gym, because she didn’t mind if it didn’t.

Still Lucy tried to keep everything on a budget, she wanted it look good and clean, but in her opinion it was better to gradually upgrade as soon as she actually had paying costumers.

Everything was going perfect until that day.

Ona and Lucy were cooking together and sipping wine in the kitchen. The Catalan had set her laptop open with a recipe they were following, Lucy reading off the steps, making sure their authentic Italian pasta was really becoming an authentic Italian pasta. When a email notification popped up.

´´Who is Marc Sanchez? He’s emailing you about some holding and 22 million, Jesus babe, who bought a 22 million building’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’why does it sound familiar BANO Property Holdings?’’.

Ona turned white and dropped the spoon she was stirring with, ‘’uh.. my accountant, Marc is my accountant’’ Ona said, trying to not sounds guilty.

Lucy was still chuckling, ‘’Is he scolding you for buying something worth 22 million?’’.

‘’Probably’’ Ona said, figuring it was not a lie as she didn’t know for sure if Marc would be mad, but she did expected it.

‘’Can I click on it?’’ Lucy asked, ‘’I’m curious, I swear I’ve heard of that holding, is it yours?’’.

Ona turned around from the stove, now facing Lucy ‘’no, Lucy, it’s probably best if you don’t look’’.

Lucy frowned, something felt off, Ona looked to be a bit off too, sad maybe even.

‘’What is it?’’ Lucy asked, reaching out for Ona’s hand ‘’are you bankrupt?’’ she tried to joke.

This made Ona chuckle, much to Lucy’s relief, she liked the way they were happy together.

‘’I did something stupid a while back’’ Ona sighed at the ground, not able to look Lucy in her eyes, ‘’I think if you will read that email you will be very mad at me’’.

Lucy frowned, ‘’why? I love you, I don’t care if we will be poor’’.

‘’No I know that’’ Ona shook her head, disappointed at herself ‘’but you didn’t want me to try and make you rich’’.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, the gears in her head were turning as she tried to decode what Ona was implying here. ´´BANO Property Holdings…´´ she slowly repeated, ´´what have you done Ona?’’.

Ona shook her head and turned the stove off, ‘’I can’t say it Luce, sorry’’ she walked to Lucy and wrapped herself around the taller woman.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy said sternly, ‘’this isn’t what I think it is, right?’’.

The Catalan started sobbing against Lucy’s chest, ‘’sorry luce, sorry, I’m so sorry’’ she pleaded.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy sighed and pulled Ona off of her, ‘’how much would a building in London cost, specifically the building I rent my gym in and more specifically the building that changed owners a while back’’.

Ona was still unable to look at the taller woman, with a fragile voice she answered ‘’22 million’’.

‘’Fuck Ona!’’ Lucy called out and threw her arms in the air as she walked away, ‘’the only fucking business I did build up myself and you were trying to take that from me too’’.

‘’I don’t-‘’

‘’It wasn’t necessary, I don’t want to be owned by you, what if we break up, then I’m back at zero’’.

‘’I would never’’

‘’behind my back’’ Lucy stared out of the window, ‘’you went behind my back to buy the building’’

‘’i-‘’

‘’why?!’’ Lucy shook her head, ‘’I don’t get you, is it some sick powerplay or something? Does it give you a thrill, helping the poor’’.

‘’No’’ Ona cried even harder, ‘’Lucy I love you, I just wanted to help you’’ the Spaniard walked over to Lucy and tried to take her hand.

‘’I can’t Ona’’ Lucy sighed, dodging Ona’s attempt to get closer ‘’I need a minute’’.

With that Lucy disappeared in to the yard.

A million thought ran through Ona’s head, she knew it was going to come out someday, she had hoped on a more easy way. Maybe even Lucy accepting that she’d done it, that it could be an anniversary present to her or something. She didn’t get that Lucy was so worried about the fact Ona tried to help her, she just wanted to make Lucy rich like her, she deserved it. Why did Lucy think it was such a bad thing if she helped. Ona understood Lucy was mad because she had done something without telling her, but was it really that bad.

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Fucking hell, Lucy ran outside completely frustrated. Why did Ona have to interfere with her life so much. She knew she should be dating a freaking gazillionaire, she could never be on the same level. She didn’t want to be a good cause to the woman. She felt pathetic that she rented a place her girlfriend bought within weeks of dating without a second thought, 22 fucking million pounds, how could she be in a relationship with someone who got a semi-angry email months after spending such an absurd amount of money.

How could she see a future with this woman, what if she was ever to propose. Ona would surely laugh at the ring she could afford and what about the party and the holiday after, it would come down to Ona paying everything, how could she live with that.

Lucy looked around as she wandered around in Ona’s garden, or well, you would probably call it an estate. She sighed, see this was exactly what this was about. Ona was such an elegant woman coming from an amazing rich and decently behaved family. She was just a woman who liked sports, met the right people and worked hard to be able to start something up in London, her family was from the north. God she cringed at the idea of her family meeting Ona’s, they were… not elegant. Ona’s family would probably think she was dating a disgrace of a woman.

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Ona opened the email on her laptop, it was indeed an email from Marc, asking why she had invested in a building that barely brought anything up, calling it a bad investment, asking for the reason why she put it on the holding. Pleading Ona wasn’t starting to build a portfolio in B-tier buildings as a side income.

The business woman shook her head and downed her glass of wine, the she downed Lucy’s.

She closed her laptop, she would call the man later, it was probably best to not answer while she was feeling all these emotions.

Ona leaned on the counter on her elbows for a long time, she didn’t feel anything anymore, she just wanted everything to be back like it had been a few hours ago. She stared out of the window, hoping to see Lucy come back.

It was starting to get dark now, Ona believed Lucy had been gone for about two hours. She was starting to get worried, well maybe not really, as Lucy was probably just walking around on the gated land she owned, but she did need to see her again. She felt the urge to kneel for her, beg for forgiveness, tell her she’ll do everything and anything she wanted right now and that having secrets was stupid, that Lucy was right about that.

She put the sandals on that were stood by the door and walked outside. She probably looked like a mess, she’d been crying for a while, she could even feel a headache coming up.

After scavenging through the greenery for a good amount of time she neared the house that the two women lived in, the women who took care of her place when she was gone. She could hear their laughter and another wave of sadness washed over her, would Lucy ever forgive her, could she have a life like they have. She admired the couple, they seemed to be very happy with their life, Ona had get to know them through her company, a friend had recommended Ona and asked her if she could help them as a friend's favor, pro bono. They had wanted to buy a place with a lot of green, only their budget wasn’t that big. They became friends during the search for a good house and then Ona had come up with the idea, she gave them the house in that stood empty on her land, proposing to them to renovate it with their budget and they took care of the house, with a salary of course.

‘’I think it says enough that you think about wedding’’ Ona heard an Italian voice speaking English.

She squinted and saw 3 women sitting on a rocking bench infront of the house, did they have a visitor?

‘’Yeah but I just can’t get over the fact that I’ll never be on her level’’ She recognized Lucy’s voice, Lucy? Was lucy talking to them? ‘’every time she gives me something or buys things I could never afford I just feel so small’’.

‘’Yeah but that is then problem for you, no?’’ the other woman said, ‘’you feel small, but that is in your head, not because she buy things, it is maybe her only way she knows how to show love?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’she’s also sweet and kind’’ she sighed again, ‘’and so amazingly beautiful, she shows love by telling me sweet things and doing stuff together too, I just, I can’t believe she would pick someone like me’’.

The women chuckled and said something to eachother in Italian.

‘’What?’’ Lucy said, now sobbing ‘’it is not funny, maybe you are right, that my stupid ego is in the way, but that would only confirm my point about her being crazy for picking someone like me’’.

Tears formed in the corners of Ona’s eyes, ‘’Luce!’’ she said, walking closer to the women that had their back towards her, ‘’you’re perfect’’.

The tree women turned around.

‘’I- i- ‘’ Lucy stood up and didn’t knew what to do with herself, ‘’how long have you been standing there?’’.

‘’Just now’’ Ona said honestly, ‘’I heard you say you were not on my level, I just couldn’t say anything because it broke my heart, sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, i-’’.

One of the Italian women chuckled, ‘’I will fill you in no worry-’’.

Lucy send her a shocked look, ‘’no I-‘’.

‘’-she wants to marry with you’’ the woman said with heavily accented English, but Ona understood loud and clear.

A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she looked at Lucy, but she kept her excitement contained. Lucy looked at the ground, making her question if it was really true. ‘’Luce?’’.

Lucy looked up with a blush, she felt so incredibly ashamed and she also held a teeny tiny bit of grudge about the whole building situation, but most of all she was so indescribable in love with the Catalan.

‘’We will have you alone, for talk’’ the other woman said, pulling her wife along. The wife seemed not to happy about that decision, wanting to know what would be said next, but she obeyed and they disappeared inside.

‘’walk?’’ Ona tried, knowing Lucy loved to move and that it made things clearer in her head.

Lucy nodded.

‘’Can I say something first?’’ Ona asked, ‘’knowing she had been hugely in the wrong with her actions’’.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy said, now standing infront of Ona.

‘’I’m so so sorry’’ Ona said, ‘’you don’t have to accept my apologies’’ she took Lucy’s hand ‘’but you were right about the secret thing, I should’ve never done that, it doesn’t matter what my intentions were, I should’ve honored your wishes, the fact that I didn’t feel that I could tell you was enough of a sign that I knew deep down that it was not the right thing to do’’.

Ona looked at the hand she was holding, Lucy had accepted it, she hadn’t let it go… did that mean it was okay, that she’d be forgiven for this some day?

Lucy brought the hand up to her mouth, ‘’I love you’’ she said, before planting a kiss on it ‘’but if I’m feeling it correct there are two Italians staring out the window right now, so we should probably start walking’’.

Ona chuckled as she looked over Lucy’s shoulder and, indeed, started right at two women. They quickly pretended to be doing something, making her chuckle even more.

‘’yeah let’s walk’’.

They had gone to bed probably 4 o’clock in the morning, spending hours talking about their true feelings.

Lucy had opened up completely about all her insecurities, even confessing her mind sometimes even wondered off to a future where they would be married.

Ona had promised to never keep anything from Lucy anymore, she had told Lucy that she was going to put all the gym buildings on ‘BANO Property Holdings’ and write it over to Lucy’s name, for her to be the owner, declaring that she should never be afraid Ona was going to break up with her, but if that were to happen ‘’or’’ she said ‘’maybe I’ll die unexpectedly and then I’ll die happy because I’ll know you’ll be taken care off’’.

Lucy hadn’t liked her talking about her supposed dead, but she had accepted it, joking that Ona should put up a line in the contract about cheating.

The Spaniard had laughed, but had thought about it a second longer and thought it wasn’t a good idea, ‘’that would mean I still had power over you, I want your commitment and monogamy because you love me, not because you’d lose money if you didn’t’’.

This made Lucy tear up, she didn’t know how she deserved the perfect woman, but she was happy she was the one who get to be with her.

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One year later – Paris

@ Lucy Bronze: fuck Soph

@ Lucy Bronze: I forgot the ring and im at that dinner rn

@ Sophia: 😂 😂

@ Sophia: allright where did you keep it, should I get it for you?

@ Lucy Bronze: please

@ Lucy Bronze: youre a life safer

@ Lucy Bronze: it’s in the apartment, in my suitcase, in a smaller bag where my gym shoes are in

@ Sophia: u sure the apartment is clear 😂

@ Lucy Bronze: yes 🙄

@ Lucy Bronze: we are litt having dinner rn 🙄 🙄

@ Sophia: just making sure 😂

@ Sophia: okay I’ll text you when I’m omw

@ Lucy Bronze: ill make sure to eat really slow

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The End :)

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