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cimmanonrowl · 3 months

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Hi, I saw that you’re taking dbf requests for Hotch! Could I request a fic with dbf!Hotch where he finally makes a move on reader during a party being hosted by her dad? Also, I love your fics sm!!

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It was your father’s appointment party as Chief Justice when lawyers and businessmen overtly offer their sons as your marriage prospects. All while Aaron Hotchner listened quietly beside you, you can tell that he’s not too happy about it.

Pairing: dbf!aaron hotchner x bfd!reader

Theme: spicy hotshot

Contents: age gap, making out, angry confession.

The decorous garden of your home residence was filled with a crowd of guests long before the party officially started. Prominent people of different names and titles— some of your father’s business partners and colleagues in the Supreme Court, and some family friends you barely recognize— draped in their finest garments and overtly high status in society.

Pleasantries and polite conversations were exchanged; and as your father greeted each one of his dear friends, you had no other choice but to stay beside him all the time and be on your best behavior.

“You have a very nice house here, Chief Justice,” Emilia Kane— one of your father’s business partners as you recalled— said with a dainty smile.

You mirrored her small nod when she glanced at you, smiling politely at the woman and the other two beside her. “Good evening, Ma’am.”

“Good evening, dear. You look absolutely gorgeous…” She took a sip of her champagne and raked your outfit subtly, a kind smile on her face. “What year are you in University now?”

“She just graduated a month ago, Emilia. She’s entering Harvard Law this fall, haven’t I told you yet?” Your father intercepted proudly, making you purse your lips as you initially intended to answer the question.

The woman beamed in amazement as she glanced at you. “Oh my, congratulations! I’m so sorry I didn’t know.”

“She graduated top of her class.”

You sighed lightly, glancing at your father. “Dad…”

“I’m sure you’ve seen the photos, Emilia. I posted everything on my social accounts...” Father dear went on, still smiling widely.

“Dad, please.”

“Oh, did you?” The woman said in awe, alternating her amused gaze between you and your father. “And did he get you a new car, dear? An apartment? What did he get you for your graduation?”

“I wanted to give her all thos—”

“No, dad…” You shook your head, chuckling.

“Well, I rented an entire villa in Mykonos for her and her friends. She just got back from Greece yesterday.”

“Dad!” Heat crept in your cheeks as he continued. This conversation is making you sound like a hopeless case of a spoiled brat when it wasn’t entirely true. You might appear spoiled for other people at times but not on a hopeless— certainly not on a spoiled brat level.

“Oh, dear, you’re fine…” The other woman chuckled sympathetically. “I bought my son a new Porsche just because he didn’t get himself kicked out of University. I’m sure your father’s just proud.”

You shyly darted your gaze at your dad as you felt his palm on your linked arms. “Why won’t I be? She’s my only daughter...”

The light conversation continued and was only interrupted when a couple of new guests approached your father. Several familiar faces of lawyers and judges; some from your father’s law firm and some from the Supreme Court. Over the past years, you got to know most of them, making you fix your posture and remind yourself to smile more pleasantly.

So you stood there prettily in silence, smiling, as you accepted their handshakes.

“You look beautiful, hija…”

You beamed at the compliment. “Thank you, attorney. Good evening.”

“Have you seen Marcus around? He told me he’d look for you.”

“Marcus?” You perked your eyebrows in curiosity. “Is he home already?”

The innocent question made your father chuckle a bit. “Yes, sweetie. I told you I played golf with them last week, remember?”

A bashful smile tugged at your lips as you looked at Attorney Jensen. They’re one of your closest family friends. His son, Marcus, is one of the kids you grew up hanging around with at law firm parties and at weekend golf clubs. He’s a nice kid... but everything turned weird when everyone started pairing you both as teenagers.

Your father must’ve told you about Marcus’ arrival but you’re sure you didn’t care enough the first time that you missed the entire story when he called.

“Well, I’m sure he’s just around...” You said with a sweet smile.

Minutes dragged by and their conversations continued. You stood beside your father in silence, occasionally engaging in the small talk. Some of the men asked about your education, your plan after law school, and your love life— all of which you answered as briefly and politely as possible.

“Sir, it’s time to prepare for your opening speech—” You turned in the organizer’s direction when you heard her voice.

You stared at your father expectantly. Well, it’s not like he would need your help in preparing for his speech. He’s a Chief Justice for heaven’s sake, surely he can do that alone. You just hope he’s not thinking of leaving you alone with these men.

“Thank you, Laura…” Your father turned to glance down at you. “Honey, would you mind staying here for a whi— never mind— Aaron!”

Your heart almost burst into ashes with the sudden cry of your father. You quickly followed his line of sight— immediately being greeted by the sight of your father’s dear best friend since University days.

Aaron Hotchner.

He’s in a well-polished suit. His dark hair was clean cut and even from afar, you can see the light stubble on his jaw. And Jesus Christ, how can someone look that good?

“Chief Justice,” He greeted your father with an equally wide yet endearing smile, deftly shaking hands while your father chuckled heartily.

Aaron turned to you with a timid smile, opening his arms as a little invitation. You noticed the hint of hesitation on his face with that. Yet still, you accepted the hug before placing a quick and delicate kiss on his cheek, your hands shaking as you perched both your palms on his arm.

“I’ll excuse myself for a while. Will you look after her, Aaron?” You heard your father say as you scrambled to step away from Aaron’s embrace.

He wetted his lower lip before nodding, not even daring to look at you. “Yeah, sure.”

Embarrassment licked your skin as you watched your unsuspecting father walk away. The moment he was completely out of sight, you felt Aaron’s gentle hand snaking at the low of your back, securing you from the waist— as if preventing you from running away from him.

Effortlessly, he engaged in conversations as he settled beside you. And just like earlier, you fell silent as everyone else was busy in their own conversations.

“How about you, are you planning to get married soon after graduating from Harvard Law?”

You smiled lightly as a couple of guests whirled their attention back to you. “I’m afraid I’ll have to look for a boyfriend first, attorney.”

Aaron’s thumb started rubbing soft strokes at your waist. He seemed to be doing that unconsciously because when you glanced at him, he was talking to another group of guests standing at his side.

“So you’re currently looking for a boyfriend?”

“Not really, no...” You chuckled awkwardly. “But if I meet a good one, why not?”

The older man took a huge swig of his brandy. “I have a son. He’s in DC. Surgeon.”

You nodded with an unsure smile. What do you even do with that kind of information?

“That’s impressive...” You said instead.

“He’s also looking for a girlfriend. I can hook you up if you like. I mean, he also graduated from Harvard—”

“That’s kind of you, attorney, but as I said I’m not really looking…”

“My son’s an architect. I believe your father mentioned you’re into art, is that correct?” Another man interrupted, taking an interest in the conversation.

“Yes, attorney…” You gave him a small smile.

Although this night wasn’t meant for you in any way, you’re aware that you are your father’s reflection to these people. You know how crucial it is that you remain polite as much as possible.

“Just a few dates, what do you say?” He offered with a humorous smile. “Come on, maybe we can merge our firms one day. You know, I don’t have any successor of my own. My son’s an architect.”

“It’s not her fault your son chose architecture,” Attorney Jensen cut off before you can reply for yourself. “Besides, my son has been courting her since they were young. He went home this year just to ask her out officially.”

Your breath hitched as you felt Aaron’s grip on your waist tighten. You glanced up at him in confusion, only to see that his usually kind eyes turned piercing, his eyebrows pulled into a tight frown. He seemed mad— furious. He looked furious at the incredulity he was hearing.

You glanced away, not sure what to make of that.

“I believe we need to go to our tables now...” Aaron said formally, his voice deep and serious. His eyes were pointed at his old colleagues and other businessmen.

You smiled at the waiting guests. “I believe I still want to hear what they’re saying...”

Aaron turned to you in disbelief, his scowl deepened.

“About?”

“About their sons.”

You watched Aaron with an innocent look, tilting your head a little, calming the rapid beating of your heart as you saw him let out a sigh of frustration.

Attorney Jensen chuckled at the sight. “Oh, come on now, Aaron. She’s a grown woman, plus it’s just a few dates. It won’t hurt surely.”

“Surely...” You nodded along, glancing at the other men. “It won’t hurt to try.”

You bit your lower lip as Aaron leaned into your ear. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his deep voice sending chills to trickle down your spine.

“Continue this conversation, young lady, and let’s see what will happen.”

The horrified look on your face drew laughter from the guests. They must’ve thought Aaron was threatening to tell this to your father. So you turned away, your smile dropping as you looked around apologetically.

Your father’s voice from the make-shift stage snatched everyone’s attention from you and the conversation. Some marshalls started ushering people to their seats to prepare for the opening speech of the Chief Justice. With small nods and smiles, they all marched toward their respective tables and left you on the spot with Aaron.

“Come with me.”

You staggered sidewards, looking around in slight panic. “The party’s starting.”

“We have to talk.”

“Aaron,” You sighed, eyeing the stage. “My father’s giving his speech…”

That only made him frown deeper. “You proofread that speech for him, you won’t miss anything.”

“So what if I did? I still want to listen.”

He wandered his gaze around the venue before guiding you away from the crowd. It was seldom that Aaron visited your home residence. When he and your father hang out, they usually visit bars, golf clubs, or shooting ranges. But he does know the basic layout of your house. And you know that he’s leading you inside your home this time.

Deep down, you feel like you know exactly where he wants to talk.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” He blurted out angrily the moment you stepped inside your room.

You whirled around to face him, crossing your arms across your chest as you heaved a tired sigh.

“What, Aaron?”

He took a step forward. “Is that your way of getting back at me?”

You shrugged, still confused about the point he was making. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You perfectly know what I’m talking about.”

A beat of silence.

Then realization dawned, making you smile in pure resignation.

Two months ago, you made up your mind and finally confessed to Aaron Hotchner. You’re already graduating from University. You will enter a Law School soon. What’s there to lose? Aaron had been showing the subtlest of signs that he likes you back: the way he looks at you, the way he makes you feel cared for and safe, the way— you mistook everything for a reciprocated love.

He cared for you, yes.

Simply because you are your father’s extension.

So what’s this? Why bother now?

“It was clear you didn’t like me,” You whispered quietly. “Which is fine, Aaron, really. I understand— I mean, I was hurt obviously. But… but I understand. I’ll just have to move on, right?”

“You’ve no idea what you’re saying…” He mumbled hoarsely, still piercing you with his darkened gaze. With quick steps, he bridged the gap between you and cupped your cheeks on both his hands.

You swallowed thickly, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “Aaron…”

“How can I let you move on when that thought alone is killing me?”

Your breath hitched at his words. “W-what?”

“Fuck this,” He spat angrily before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “You’re driving me mad, sweetheart.”

The sound of muffled laughter, distant conversations, and clinking glasses filtered in through the partially open window. You can barely hear a word of what your father was saying in his speech. All you are aware of is how Aaron desperately chased your lips with hungry and deep kisses, and how the weight of his body was forcing you to blindly take several steps back.

You melted into his sinful lips, your arms snaking around his neck and pulling him closer. You felt his hands move down to your waist, gripping tightly the thin fabric of your satin dress. The sound of ragged breathing mingled in the air as he walked you backward, backward until your back finally hit the wall.

His lips trailed down your neck, nipping and leaving a wet trail of heat in your wake.

You gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arched into him. “Aaron…”

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured against your skin, his voice rough with desire. His big, calloused hands roamed over your body, exploring, familiarizing you.

“Aaron, what are you—” You rasped weakly as he broke another kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Don’t do that again…” He whispered back, breathing heavily as he closed his eyes. “I’ll figure it out. I’ll think of something, I’ll do something just don’t—”

“Don’t what, Aaron?”

“You’ve no idea what you were saying. Your confession— how can you think that I don’t like you?”

“Well…” You blushed, still catching your breath. “You didn’t say anything after, then you sent me home. You didn’t attend my graduation. You didn’t reply to my texts or even congratulate me.”

“You told me I don’t have to say anything…”

“Well, technically, if you didn’t say anything then you don’t like me.”

“You really have no idea what you’re saying, darling.”

You shivered at his whispered words, feeling a surge of boldness. Your hands found the button of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin. You clumsily tugged on his tie and ripped his clothes off of him, tossing them aside.

Aaron Hotchner could only watch in anticipation as you let the strap of your dress fall on the soft curve of your shoulders... until all your clothes quickly became a forgotten pile on the floor, your moans intertwining like ropes in the party-stained air.

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redclercs · 1 year

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xiii. and all the pieces fall right into place

— the one where he’s in love with you.

warnings: mykonos inaccuracies, mentions of anxiety, language, not proofread sorry! have mercy and ignore the mistakes, i feel like this is very romcomish and i actually quite like it! 3.5k words (+articles!)

currently playing: i'm in love with you by the 1975!

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IT doesn't come as a surprise that actress y/n y/ln is surrounded by rumors and he-said-she-saids, her life has been a constant rollercoaster since March of the present year, when the news of her breakup to superstar Aidan Kim due to her cheating were made public by various outlets.

Since she decided to 'speak up' not two months ago, after letting the world drag her throught the mud, which in this writer's humble opinion, is the clearest sign of guilt. y/n has been on the road of digging her reputation out of the cemetery, not minding that what's dead should stay that way: Dead AND buried.

The public's opinion on the 'Queen of Romcoms' is progressively changing to her benefit, call it manipulation or excellent PR, word on the street is that y/n has landed a role that will mean the complete turnaround for her career in Greta Gerwig's version of 'Little Women' (as if we needed YET another version), alongside industry figures such as Timothée Chalamet, Meryl Streep and Saoirse Ronan.

One thing's for sure, this role will make or break her sorry excuse of a career. I hope you have taken acting lessons, y/n, because actual actors are about to give you a run for your money.

SEE ALSO:

→ Aidan Kim's 'In Your Pocket' M/V features ex girlfriend's belongings.

→ y/n y/ln and Charles Leclerc meet again in Paris.

→ Matilde Bassi takes on the role of Elphaba in her return to Broadway.

August 18th, Mykonos, Greece.

It's true what they say: everything is worse in your head.

It isn't like you to prove motivational Pinterest quotes right, but they are right. This trip looked wildly different in your head and not exactly in a positive way, though, to be fair after the shitshow you've lived through for half the year, your head is not the happiest place on Earth. Or the one that sees the glass half-full.

Anxiety was the only thing fueling you (besides a shaken espresso, again not the brightest idea) as you left Paris with Charles. Hyper-aware of his presence next or behind you as if he was this magnet you couldn't tear yourself apart from.

"What is it?" he'd asked a couple times when he felt your gaze on him as you waited by your gate for the flight to Athens. Charles was the textbook definition of confident and composed, hiding his expression behind a pair of Bvlgari shades. At the end of the day your destination had been his choice, which was fine by you. If you had to think any more than absolutely necessary about the trip and everything it involved, you would have backed out and ran back to New York with Matilde. And Charles knew this, so he took charge.

You only had so many 'it's nothing's in you before admitting that you were terrified. Not of him, of course, but the jumble in your brain and your heart didn't translate properly into words and it only added on to another fear: making a fool of yourself. After all this was, in its reason, absolutely terrifying. Confronting your feelings for Charles after months of denying you had them felt like some twisted exposure therapy. And the voices in your head that sometimes sounded a lot like Mati and others way too close to Victoria and Aidan, went from telling you that it is obvious Charles feels the same way to reminding you of how unlovable you truly are.

But it was all worse in your head.

Your brain has toned the fight or flight instinct per your insistence that it is supposed to be for actual life-threatening situations, not seeing Charles Leclerc in a bathing suit.

So you're enjoying the sun on your skin and the breeze in your hair. It's a beautiful place and you deserve to have a good time with someone you have grown to care about so much.

“Having fun?” You ask, letting your sunglasses slide past the bridge of your nose to look at Charles properly.

It’s yacht day, and although you don’t usually fare well in boats and were dreading the nausea even before you set foot in the thing, you’re doing pretty well.

“Of course I'm having fun, I'm with you.” Charles replies, smiling. He's lying next to you in a lounge chair, basking in the sun.

It's probably not a good idea for you to be tanning, since, if you get lucky you'll be playing a girl in a piece taking place in the United States Civil War. But if anything, you'll find a way to solve it.

"Are you sure that's going to look good?" you question, raising an eyebrow as Charles points the Polaroid in your direction. The quite strict 'no phones' policy was his idea, and you agreed in a heartbeat. You were willing to let the outside world outside. Which is what led you two to buy an extremely overpriced Polaroid camera in a tourist shop. "There's too much light."

Charles shrugs, snapping the picture while you still have your eyebrows raised. "We'll see."

You already have a collection between the pages of the book you carry with you in your suitcase, and it's only been one day since your holiday started. Charles and you take turns with the camera, but to be honest it's mostly him taking candids of you and showing them off excitedly.

"Gorgeous," he says after he's shaken the little square enough to reveal your image glaring at him. "Even if you are giving me a dirty look."

You laugh before rolling your eyes. His compliments come more often now, and he awaits your reaction with a slight anxiety that recedes when you smile. "My turn to have it."

Charles holds the camera close to his chest. "Not yet."

"You're so unfair,"

This makes Charles laugh again, but still doesn't give the camera up. "Fine. Let's take one together, soleil."

This would be your second picture together in the whole trip. The other one is a very bright depiction of your confused faces as you tested the camera for the first time. You wanted to throw it to the trash before Charles took it from you and kept it in the pocket of his trousers.

Charles makes the most space for you to sit down in the lounge chair as he possibly can, but there's a reason they're individual, so you're still halfway on top of him as you try to fit in the frame. His skin is warm, as it was expected from being in the sun, but your body reacts in the opposite way, exploding in goosebumps.

"Are you okay?" he asks, lowering the camera. His Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows, trying to keep his eyes on your face and not the bright pink top of your bikini.

"Perfect," you retort too quickly to be truthful, "I just— I'm in your personal bubble."

Charles chuckles. His free hand goes down from your shoulder to your bare waist in a second, pulling you closer to him and over-confident movement that shocks even Charles himself. "I like you being here."

You don't know how to react to the most obvious flirting you have been subjected to by Charles. You are not even sure you're capable of flirting back.

Your relationship with Aidan just happened. That's the only way you could describe it for the three years that you were with him. It happened because it was supposed to, you met in the set of a romcom, you kissed and kissed and kissed, and suddenly you didn't have to act as much in love as you had to just live it in front of the cameras. It made sense, at least for a while.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment in which you had fallen in love with Aidan Kim. You had just let your relationship from coworkers to fictional lovers to actual lovers run its course the way you thought was normal and expected. Maybe that was the first mistake in a long line you can't seem to stop dragging around. It's not like you didn't love him—in some moments more than others—but it didn't feel like you had fallen in love with him.

And with Charles, it couldn't be like that. It hadn't been like that from the start, but you still felt like you could fuck it up any second just by not being able to make a flirty retort without sounding like you were being strangled.

"You do?" you reply, letting your weight fall a little more on his legs. Maybe words can be left behind if you can get a grip on your actions. You don't want to be afraid, and you want to cross that threshold with him, finally.

He only holds your waist tighter, clearing his throat before readying the camera once more. Charles wants to kiss you, of course he wants to kiss you. He has probably wanted it since he saw you that day in his Driver's Room sneaking away with a granola bar and a bottle of water. But he also doesn't want to do it in the middle of a yacht, rushed and mostly hormone-driven.

"Ready, soleil?" Charles asks, his breath tickles your neck and you sink your fingers into his shoulder.

"Ready." you smile, enjoying the warmth of his body more than you do that of the sun.

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You finish applying your peach colored lipstick three seconds before Charles knocks on the door to your room. Although you're exhausted from the sun, you're also relaxed and content, you can't wait to spend more time with Charles.

"Hi," you greet as you open the door. Charles is wearing khaki shorts and a half-unbuttoned white shirt, and the same Bvlgari sunglasses he's been carrying everywhere rest low on his chest. "I'm ready!"

Charles nods, holding his hand out for you. "You look beautiful, soleil."

"Thank you," you smile at him, taking his hand, although you wish you could have wiped it on your sundress before giving it to him. After the yacht, the whole aura shifted. Charles' gaze lingers on you more than usual, your fingers look for his, grazing each other until he finally intertwines them. You hope the sun melts you into one another.

Though maybe you should start by hoping you finally get the guts to kiss him.

It was your idea to get some drinks before dinner, and after a simple Google search you found a pretty place where you could chill while watching the sunset. Regrets came after that, when you found out you had to walk uphill to get to the place. Charles can't stop laughing as you whine and drag your already sore feet.

Once you are led to your seats—a pair of cushions on the floor of the terrace—you stop complaining. The view is magnificent and the expectation hanging in the air has you buzzing in the best way. Something is going to happen, and you know for the first time in months, it is going to be good.

Charles is talking about last year's Dutch Grand Prix, when your phone rings. While the idea of no phones allowed was lovely, it was a little unrealistic considering both your careers. But you have made it work with the "only urgent calls" feature and automatic response texts, so you know this is probably really important.

Matilde is staying at your house per your insistence that, even if you weren't there, she could make herself at home. But sometimes she still calls you to make sure that whatever she's doing is okay with you.

"Go ahead," Charles nods gently, thanking the waiter as he places your drinks in the tiny table between your cushions.

The unregistered number appears familiar as you stare at your screen, and you snap back to reality before missing the call. "Hello?"

"Hello," it's a female voice on the other side of the line, chirpy and clear. "Am I talking to Amy March?" she laughs, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Charles notices the way your demeanor changes and he's unsure of how to react in return. The hand holding your iPhone against your ear has begun to shake and your mouth is hanging slightly open, lower lip trembling.

You did it. You got the role.

You are coming back.

"y/n?" Charles ventures, anxiously.

"YES!" you speak to the phone again, unable to moderate your tone. "Yes, this is her!"

The casting director on the phone laughs again, although her ear is probably ringing. "Hello y/n, I just called to let you know about the role you got in..."

You try your best to pay attention to her as your eyes drift to Charles, your free palm pressed to your mouth, yet unable to hide your grin. The muscles in your face are still trembling with a mixture of excitement and the urge to cry. You thought happy tears would never come back to you.

Still unsure of what's happening, Charles looks at the people around you. Some have started to stare, others have already made up their minds about you being some crazy, noisy tourists and aren't interested in that. At least he's starting to feel relieved that you're smiling, although there are tears in the corner of your eyes.

You agree to a meeting next week and thank her around a million times before hanging up. It's official.

Charles remains silent, anxiously waiting for you to share the news.

"I got it!" you screech, and tears roll down your cheeks. The salt in them touches your lips, but you relish them. You are happy, ecstatic. "I got the role, Charlie!"

An audible sigh escapes from Charles' lips and before he knows it, you're throwing your arms around him. Not even giving him time to speak.

You're still crying as he envelops you in a hug that leaves you breathless. His hand runs down the back of your head and pulls you closer by your lower back.

"I knew you could do it," he whispers softly, before his lips brush against your temple. "Congratulations my sun."

The possessive has your stomach filling with butterflies and you hug Charles even tighter. You are grateful for him, because he did believe in you, and he has stuck to your side no matter how crazy your environment gets. He cares about you, genuinely and deeply.

Later you will have a recollection of moments that are tinted pink in your mind. Reminding you of all the times where you realized you were in love with Charles. But this one right here is the one where you realize you are so in love with the man holding you in his arms you can hardly breathe.

"Thank you, Charlie," you hiccup slightly, overwhelmed with every single emotion in your body. "Thank you."

Charles kisses your cheek gently, holding your face with both hands. "I'm really proud of you."

You smile widely as he runs a thumb across your cheek to wipe your tears. "Thanks."

You return to your own cushion hurriedly, too happy to feel embarrassed about the show you just put up for the rest of the tourists.

Now there's just one thing left for this to be perfect.

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You're walking hand in hand back to the hotel, stopping with any chance you get. Attempting to make the night longer before you have to part ways at the door of your respective hotel rooms and spend yet another night tossing and turning, haunted by what could be or what could have been between the two of you.

But time is running out as you reach your floor and neither has given that step that will throw you both off the edge. In a good way, though.

"So, goodnight?" Charles rubs the back of his head anxiously, letting go of your hand as you rummage your beach bag for the key to your room.

You look up at him, the keycard already between your index and middle finger. "Goodnight, Charlie."

It's all awkwardness as Charles reaches for your hand again and gives it a gentle kiss. His stubble feels raspy against the back of your hand. You wrap your arms around him again letting your hand touch the back of his neck. Neither of you want to actually say goodnight.

"See you tomorrow," you mutter, aware that you've already hugged him more than what's socially acceptable.

Charles nods, squeezing your hand one last time before letting you disappear inside your room.

You want to scream into your pillow and hit yourself in the head. But Charles would probably be able to hear the banging against the wall and it would mortify you. You make yourself busy for a few minutes by removing your makeup and changing your clothes, before you finally listen to the impulse nagging your brain.

Go and find Charles.

You open the door to your room before your anxiety makes you hesitate and you find Charles closing the door to his.

"Oh," you say, slowly.

"Do you want to sit with me on the balcony?" Charles rushes to say, fighting against his anxiety much like you.

Both your rooms are the exact same, so when he points to his room, you move out of the door to yours instead.

"Yes."

Charles enters your room slowly, as if it's unknown territory, although it mirrors his. Maybe a little messier since you just threw your clothes all over the place as you ranted to yourself about how stupid and childish you were being just ten minutes ago.

"Sorry for the mess," you cringe, throwing the bottom of your bikini to one side with your left foot. You will probably be looking for that thing like crazy tomorrow, but you're trying to focus on the now.

"It's okay," Charles assures, smiling as he crosses the room to the glass door that leads to the balcony. Two lounge chairs and a simple table await.

You follow after him once you've grabbed some tiny bottles from the mini bar, two Red Labels and one Hennessy. Offering one to Charles before sitting in the chair next to him. Liquid courage, if anything.

Charles uncaps his Red Label and jiggles it gently towards you. "Toast?"

"To what?" you question, placing the tiny cap on the table. You've toasted to your new role several times already, and honestly it doesn't get old, but you want Charles to say whatever is on his mind.

"To us," Charles smiles, his eyes never leaving you. "For being here, together."

You clink the tiny bottle against his before downing half of the whisky in one gulp.

Both stay silent for a few minutes, listening to the waves crash against the shore and the sounds of people getting back to their rooms on the other side.

"I can feel you looking at me," you hum, still staring out the balcony and not back at Charles. "Charles?"

"That's because I'm looking at you," he responds nonchalantly. "Because you're beautiful."

You finally look at him, shaking your head lightly. "Thank you."

"And I'm in love with you, y/n," he's almost breathless by the time he says your name, but doesn't stop to take a sharp breath. He doesn't even hesitate as he changes his position in the lounge chair, his whole body facing you. "I am so in love with you, I don't understand how the fuck is my heart able to keep beating."

It's like the world has paused for Charles to continue with his confession in peace. All of Mykonos is holding its breath, even the sea.

"I know you already know," he adds as you open your mouth. "But I have to tell you because I cannot keep swallowing the words every time you look at me like that. I'm in love with you, and you don't have to say it back."

You're moving in slow motion as you leave your chair, you can feel your hands shaking but fight against the motion of pinching your thigh or pulling on the string of your shorts. You're nervous, but you're not about to back down. Charles holds his breath when you stand in front of him, but stands up too.

"I'm in love with you too," you breathe, placing a hand on his chest. His heart is going so fast, it's like the words he spoke not a minute ago float in the air. "I really am in love with you, Charles."

Charles is mildly afraid of touching you, as if by doing so you would disappear. But the urgency to finally kiss you is bigger than his fear, and he wants to hold you and blend your bodies together and so, so many things all at once.

His hands grip your face firmly, but not with enough strength to hurt you and you close your eyes, melting into the way his lips touch yours. Softly, tentatively at first. As if testing the pieces of a puzzle you're not quite certain they fit together. But you respond immediately, moving your mouth against his and taking your hand to his jaw.

And it's like overflowing gates have finally opened.

Charles stumbles back to the low chair, pulling you with him swiftly yet with care. His hands have traveled down to your hips and he helps you settle on his lap, straddling him. He has wished for this moment so many times, has fantasized about it on countless occasions, and none of those daydreams compare to the way your lips feel against his. The way your hands move to his hair and how you grip his shoulders to maintain balance.

And it's only when you really need to breathe again that you break the kiss. Your chests rise and fall frantically, matching your heartbeats. You can't wait to kiss him again. You never want to stop kissing him.

He's staring at you, and he has never looked more beautiful than right now with his disheveled hair and reddened lips. And his eyes are so bright when he looks at you, your heart races even more.

So you kiss him again, pressing your chest tighter against him as he holds the back of your head and your lower back. His tongue tastes like whisky and mint as he runs it down your lower lip, and you let him deepen the kiss as much as he wants to. Both of you have wanted this for months, and it's enough and nothing at all, at the same time.

"I'm yours, y/n," Charles says between kisses, breathless and with a tinge of desperation. "Je suis à toi, mon soleil."

And you kiss him again, and again, and again. Because you're his too. You have been his for so long.

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rekindled flame — jude bellingham

social media au

summary: in which two old friends that fell out end up rekindling a spark that never once flickered.

note: it’s been a while and for that i’m sorry. i may still do shuri imagines but this something that’s been in my drafts for months and i wanted to post it in honor of jude’s birthday 🩵

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Hello from Blighty thoughts about Saltburn

As a continuation from my reply to @armands-eyefuckery because BRAIN

Aight gang let's have a lil sit down because there is a big ol angle to the film that I think is getting missed by a lot of folks who aren't from the UK because it's a very uh...

British Thing.

IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT OLIVER IS FROM THE NORTH.

Cut because Length.

Now look. I am not going to go into Thatcher and Her Crimes, but it's worth a google. I do bring it up in You're Almost Home because...

Lots of people are saying Oliver is upper middle class, and honestly? That doesn't track for me. At all. Yes, his parents have a detached house in a nice suburb and they went on holidays, but there's a lot of Very British Context to them that I really want to point out. Also remember, it's 2006/2007. That is also important.

First of all- Oliver's parents probably never went to University.

Really listen to them. How gullible they are- they believe that Oliver can study at Oxford, and be on the rowing team, and be in plays, and be top scholar. He's always been so clever. If Oliver was anything near upper middle class, his parents would be educated professionals. Oliver probably has dockworkers not even three generations back- his dad has management vibes, but he probably worked his way up in the 70s when all you needed was a good attitude and not to be an obvious murderer.

Secondly- let's talk about the house.

As someone from Down South who has also lived Up North, Oliver's Parent's house would not have been as expensive as people think. Let's assume they bought it in the 1980s- we ALL know that house prices are through the roof NOW, but even today there is a huge gap between house prices in the south and the north. 200k down South might get you a one bedroom flat, if you're lucky. 200k in Prescot can get you a 4-bed, semi-detached HOUSE. Check rightmove.

It is also important that the house is relatively new-looking, because over here Upper Middle Class people aren't really into new build houses- if Oliver was upper middle class, he'd be living in something Victorian or Edwardian. Probably somewhere with a good link to London, especially in 2007. It also means that Oliver's parents may not have even bought it outright- my parents got on the housing ladder via a shared ownership scheme. Oliver's parents aren't rich.

Now, the holidays. Mykonos. Another fun Brit thing is the package holiday. Here's a pretty interesting article about them;

Two adults and three kids could absolutely have gone to Mykonos every year in the late 80s/90s for far less than you'd expect, especially if they paid in installments each month.

I also mentioned about Ollie being from Merseyside specifically, but again. CONTEXT. Although Oliver isn't Liverpudlian (it's important, he's from NEAR Liverpool but not Liverpool itself) the North of England as a whole has routinely been fucked over by those in power. The government AND the royals and the very wealthy. It's still ongoing today- again, another fun source.

Remember when Mr Eats-Crunchies-Sideways called him a Bootlicker? That's fucking IMPORTANT. To many folks he IS a bootlicker. He is highly unlikely to have been raised to grovel at the feet of those with hereditary titles and wealth, and honestly he doesn't. I've written before about how Oliver Denies Felix Things and how that dynamic is important. Oliver likely hasn't been raised with any real deference to The Rich (except Princess Diana).

It also effects Oliver's response to Felix, because goddamn it THATCHER again- it is HIGHLY likely that Oliver has lived through a lot of homophobia. Internalised a lot of it. Felix's parents do not give a shit, but that was not the norm. Again, tried to hit on it in YAH, because times have changed since the 90s/2000s and people change with them, but no fuckin wonder Oliver never responded to Felix chirpsing him like a maniac. He's fucking REPRESSED when he's in Oxford, pals. It also makes sense with that weird Tumblr Dom shit he pulls; he's still fuckin weird about it, he's just being In Charge so he doesn't need to be vulnerable in any way. He is only vulnerable for Felix, and even then he can't SHOW felix that, that would be gay.

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The Wedding Date - Part I

thank you to @elucienweekofficial <3 this event has been SO fun!!! such a great experience participating in this event for the first time and so excited to catch up on ALL the amazing creations <3

Summary: Elain needs a date to her friend’s wedding, so when Lucien offers to help, she hopes to have fun with him on the Greek island of Mykonos and make her ex jealous.

Elain parks her car close to the building, rolling up the windows and pulling her keys from the ignition. The sun is just setting, and the sign flickers to life as she shuts her door.

Exile.

Elain breaths a short laugh as she sees that the X is still missing a light, and she tells herself to remind Vassa this time instead of Lucien. She struggles to put her keys into her purse, but she looks up in time to wave at the group of people smoking next to their motorcycles. She doesn’t see Jurian in the mix but she recognizes his Harley Davidson.

Elain walks into the pub, none of the locals pay her any attention as she makes her way to the bar but a couple young people she’s never seen before look her way before they turn. She knows she must look super out of place in her yellow sundress, but she doesn’t mind.

Her black heels make a loud noise as she steps onto the hardwood floors, her shoulders instantly sagging in relief as she spots Lucien. He wipes at the bar top with a rag, flashing Elain a grin as he watches her approach.

She throws herself onto a stool she long ago claimed as her own.

“What can I get you, Elain?” He asks, although she knows he does it to be polite. Elain is consistent with her order of sweet tea, choosing not to drink alcohol despite how often she finds herself at Exile.

“Something strong,” she groans, elbows on the counter, putting her head in her hands.

He sucks in a sharp breath, voice low. “Fuck, it’s been that kind of day?”

Elain huffs a sigh, “You know, it really just sucks when you break up with someone and you still have the same friends.” She had broken up with Graysen just before Nuala and her fiancé had sent out their wedding invitations.

Join us in Mykonos!

In a sudden fit of rage, Elain had declared she would be bringing a plus one, hoping the news would travel to her ex. Now that the time had come, and Elain was still painfully single, she regretted her choice.

Elain mumbles, “I hate it here.” She considers actually calling her friend and telling her she wouldn’t be able to make it. “It’s going to be so embarrassing when I go to the wedding alone, and Graysen has that pretty lawyer on his arm.”

The pretty lawyer he had left her for, she reminds herself. Although Elain had tried to let it go, she was still pretty bitter over the whole thing.

Elain watches Lucien turn to grab a bottle, the movement stretching the fabric of his black t-shirt. “I could be your date,” Lucien offers casually from his place on the other side of the bar. He faces her with a shrug, biting his lip. He slides the glass of whiskey towards her, the pink cocktail umbrella he had placed on the rim falling into the drink.

“Really?” She asks, considering everyone’s reactions, especially Graysen’s, if she ends up bringing Lucien to the wedding. He’s almost breathtakingly handsome in ripped jeans and frayed shirts, in a suit he would look absolutely stunning. Elain blushes at the thought.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind,” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Just ask Jurian and Vassa, I need a vacation.”

Elain puts both her hands flat on the bar. “Lucien, don’t joke about this, I have two plane tickets and my hotel has been booked for weeks.”

“I don’t even have to pay?” He raises his brows, flashing her a grin. “Don’t twist my arm.”

Elain hopes he’s being sincere; she's known Lucien for years. When he was Feyre’s best friend in college, she’d had the biggest crush on him, but he’d been with Jesminda. She was kind, fun, the life of every party. Elain and her couldn’t have been more different, but Jesminda had always been sweet.

Elain isn’t too sure what happened between her and Lucien, but by the time they had broken up, she had been with Graysen.

Which turned out great.

Elain has to hold back a snort at her own train of thought. Vassa interrupts her pity party, coming up behind her to give her a one-armed hug. “Whisky, Elain? It’s not even seven,” she says with a laugh.

Elain squeezes her back, making a questioning face at Lucien. “I might not even need it.”

“Was Lucien playing therapist again?” She asks, rolling her dark blue eyes. “Don’t listen to him, his advice is fucking awful.”

“Hey,” Lucien interrupts, sounding a little hurt by it. Vassa just nods.

“Found myself a wedding date.” Elain grins up at Lucien. He mirrors her expression and Vassa clears her throat.

The other woman raises her brows at him in a way that has Elain thinking they know something she doesn’t. “Using up your vacation days, Vanserra?” She asks, tapping the wood of the bar top.

“You guys won’t mind?” Lucien checks. Elain has no doubt that if they said otherwise, he would stay.

Vassa waves her hand at him, squeezing Elain’s shoulder for a second with her other one. “You haven’t taken a day off in literal years, enjoy the Greek islands.” Vassa makes her way to the back room, calling out. “See you guys in a bit!”

Elain waits a second before shooting Lucien a serious look, grabbing onto his hand where it rests near her still full glass. She swears she sees a blush on his golden brown cheeks, but she’s pretty sure it’s the low lighting. “You don’t have to come,” she starts, "I whine a lot, but I swear I’ll be fine going solo.”

She pauses, listening to his response to see if she can hear him second guessing.

“Yeah, I want to come,” Lucien laughs, and Elain is struck by how handsome he looks. A small part of her feels strangely proud to have him join her for the wedding.

Elain lets her hand linger on his for longer than is really necessary, but when she finally takes it back, fingers trailing along the smooth wooden surface of the counter, she smiles up at him. “You’re a lifesaver, Lucien.”

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people are dying for an iconic wag (tolami is the only one serving rn for england) but I fear tyla would be absolutely harassed if she got with jude also logically wouldn’t make sense with their lives

cant lie would love a little interaction though both so fine fr

the only ppl that would be harassing her are the 12 year olds who genuinely think they have a chance with jude and the white girls who hate to see black men date black women 😭😭 other than that i don’t see why people would hate on her unless they’re just jealous

and yea i agree a little interaction would be cute

idk guys i just want jude to have a girlfriend i don’t want another mykonos part 2 this summer HELP

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glenpowcll · 3 months

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candice! are you up for another extended weekend in mykonos this august? think we need to make it an annual thing because last year and previous times have been an absolute blast. and please let me me know if it'd be okay to bring my lady along. think you know her actually. // @candiceswancpoel

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silverskye13 · 6 months

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Do you know the song Mykonos by the Fleet Foxes? I feel like you would like it.

You are absolutely correct I do like it

#answering asks #anonymous #music recs #adding to my Big Playlist :3

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findingnemosworld · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚 - 𝐉𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 )

( 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒍 )

She wasn't the kind of 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 to cheat.

You'd always catch her handing her homework early, sleeping at a resonable time and following every single rule that is placed in every establishment she's in.

She wasn't the kind of 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 to cheat.

She excelled in her studies with flying colors which in turn helped her place the first setting stone in her path leading to the success of her first fashion line.

She wasn't the kind of 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 to cheat.

Her love story was akin to a fairy tale, met her fiancé Lorenzo during a lavish event, cut from the same cloth - it made sense for her to be drawn to him almost instantly, a year and a half of love sealed by a stunning proposal in Mykonos had assured her that she had every thing she could possibly ask for. Or so she thought!

Three months had flown in a lesiure pace, yet it was more than enough for her to finally see his true colors, he'd grown distant, barely spoke a single phrase let alone a single word - when they were in a public setting, he seemed to become an entirely different human being, affectionate, loving, attentive.

And as soon those doors close, he'd lock himself away in his study, one business call after another to the point where even sex seemed to become a chore to him, a monotone act void of every emotion and tender kiss that he once showered her with.

It was arduous to truly describe exactly what she felt, except for one singular word that seemed to repeatedly come up in the back of her mind, vacant

She felt, nothing ... absolutely nothing. Until she met 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

" You don't look alright? "

𝐇𝐞 possessed a voice that reminded her of the warmth emanating from a cup of tea, a warmth that is provided by a fluffy blanket shielding you from the harsh cold weather.

She furiously wipes away the tears, forcing a smile to appear across her crimson colored brims then she turns around to face him, and oh how she wished that she didn't look him in the eye.

Not only did he posses such a delicately deep and smooth voice, his eyes were a sweet shade of azure - reminding her of the countless summers she spent in her family's beach house.

" I'm ... " She attempts to speak, only to find the words so ponderous that her only obvious reaction was to quickly mutter with a dry chuckle, " I'm fine, I'm fine; don't you worry "

He chuckles as well, striding towards her until he stood right next to her, she had caught a whiff of his cologne sending deliciously addictive shockwaves across every angle of her body, her pussy aches clenching around nothing in particular due to the instant attraction she felt from him.

" You don't look fine at all " He comments the rather obvious before extending his hand towards her to shake, " 𝑱𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 "

She shakes his hand, mirroring his smile. " Nice to meet you Jordan, 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 " she introduces herself.

" Ah, the host I believe " He deduces with a raised brow, before pointing a finger to the inside venue. " Why aren't you inside? "

Should she disclose the truth? that the man she supposedly loved, the man she expected to be here in order to support her on such an important night instead chose to take an impromptu business flight to god knows where and leave her all alone.

" I just needed some fresh air " She murmured avoiding his burning gaze. " You don't look like someone that's interested in fashion " she adds with a soft smile.

" That's cause I'm not " He responds with a nonchalant shrug before adding, " My blind date is "

Of course he was here with someone, she said to herself with a smile before opening her mouth to ask him. " Are you avoiding her? "

He nods, a soft laugh erupting from his lips, " I guess you can say that! "

Her mind is suddenly clouded by several ideas, several unholy ideas; was it the effect of the three champagne glasses she downed due to frustration, perhaps? but what she did no was that she needed to feel something and from the way he looked at her, it seemed that he was exactly the kind of fix she craved. " Do you want to ...? " she pauses, instinctively chewing on her bottom lip unaware that she had drawn his attention to her lips.

" Leave? " He completes her question in a hushed tone.

" Yes " She nods almost frantically, eliciting a chuckle from him.

His response was a wide smile, and then he extends his hand. " Shall we then? "

He unlocks his front door, and pulls her flush against his chest then; he backs her up against the wall. " Are you sure about this? " He murmurs, pressing feather light kisses to her lips.

" Jordan " His name comes out in the form of a breathy whisper, one hand threads through his dirty blonde locks whilst the other clings onto his shoulder. " Please make me feel something " she pleads with eyes full of lust, " anything "

He responds to her plea by pressing his lips to hers in a heated passionate kiss heavily laced with lust combined with the unmistakable taste of champagne. " Your lips taste delectable " he whispers pulling away, using the pads of his digits to gently trace the apples of her cheek bone.

" We should go to the bedroom, right? " She asks through heaving breaths.

Articles of clothing fly across every angle of his home leaving a trail to his spacious bedroom, he hoists her up to drop her on top of the mattress with a soft thud.

His pupils were blown by the sheer amount of lust he felt in that very moment, " Strip baby " the command comes in the form of direct yet hushed whisper.

Complying to his command, she unhooks the strap of her bra, throwing the lace garment to the side, followed by her panties which were discarded in the same direction; while doing so her eyes widen the minute he discards his boxer leaving him fully naked in front of her, she subconsciously licks her lips which elicited a smirk from Jordan. " Now what? " she asks with a small voice.

He crawls on top of her, pressing feather light kisses to every inch of her skin - teasing her inner thighs up to her abdomen and on to her breasts, whilst one hand cups and kneads one, his lips and tongue tenderly toy with the nipple causing it to harden in his mouth and a string of melodious euphoric sounds to erupt from her trembling brims, " Oh God! " she whimpers, threading her digits through her hair in a gentle manner.

His digits roll the nipple and gently squeeze the bud, which in turn sent an electric shock straight to her pussy. " You like that baby? "

She swallows the lump in her throat, and whimpers. " Yes " she whispers, " I ... " she starts in between heaving breaths, " I want you to ... "

He lifts his head, crawling up to wrap an arm around her naked waist whilst the free hand tenderly caressed her cheek, peppering kisses all across her face. " What do you want baby? " he whispers against her lips.

" I want you to fuck me " She blurts out, " I want to feel, I've been so empty for so long "

His eyes soften at her admission, before he mutters with a hushed tone. " You won't feel empty once I fill you up so good that you'll only remember me "

His digits trail down to her swollen clit, feeling the warmth emanating, " Look at you, so fucking wet from just my words " he cooes, gently caressing the bud while enjoying the breathy moans erupting from her brims. " Whoever that fiancé of yours is, he's one fucking bonehead because if you were mine, I would never leave you alone "

He slips one digit in her walls, gasping from the warmth that enveloped him almost instantly, his gaze locks with hers. " Jesus " he mutters.

" More " She pleads, grinding against him to relieve the tension she had been feeling this entire time. " Please, I want more "

One digit became two, and two became three. He basked in the way she was adapting to his digits, the pair sharing a heated kiss as she felt the warmth in her lower abdomen tightening in form of a warning, and it appeared that he too had felt it, " Come on baby, cum for me " he whispers, " fucking cum for me " he adds, groaning in satisfaction from the way his digits were being swollen by her walls.

Riding her first orgasm was akin to seeing the beautiful starry sky, he suddenly cages her in his embrace and smiles, " Are you ready? " he asks with a sensual tone.

" Yes " She responds, nodding frantically. " Please, please " she whispers.

He arches her body up slightly whilst he stroked himself a few times before aligning himself to enter her pussy, gently filling her up and causing the pair to sigh blissfully in unison. " Fuck " he said through gritted teeth. " Where have you been all my life? " he murmurs, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, soon enough setting a leisure pace to thrust in and out.

" Oh Jordan, you're so good at this " She pulls him in for another kiss. " So fucking good " she whispers.

" So are you baby " He cooes with a soft smile, a sheen layer of sweat enveloped him once his pace quickened, " Look at you, taking my cock so well, its like you were made for me " ?

" Yes, yes ... Fuck " She cries, her nails digging into the skin of his back. " Oh my god, don't fucking stop "

" I won't baby, I'm close " He whispers, peppering kisses behind her ear. " And I know you are too "

" I am .. Fuck " She moans, " cum inside of me please " she pleads, feeling him twitch inside of her. " I don't care if this the first and only time I'll see you, fill me up ... erase the emptiness inside of me "

" Baby " He moans, thrusting deeper into her. The skin to skin contact igniting a flame inside of him, " Cum with me, come on baby! I can feel you edging close "

They ride out their highs together, the warmth of him seemingly lessened the sensation of void she felt her entire life. He sits up, then carefully leaves the bed to head to the en-suite bathroom to grab a clean towel, and once they were all cleaned up, he crawls under the bed then he pulls her into his arms, wrapping an arm around her whilsr her head laid on his chest, he presses a tender kiss to her forehead. " Are you feeling less empty than before? " He asked with a lazy smile.

" I feel full " She giggles, " very full "

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