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moonchild9350 · 1 year ago

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Swipe Right for Love

Summary: You decided to take a chance at love, with the help of a dating app.

Pairing: nonidol Minho x fab reader x nonidol Jisung

Genre: smut- 18+ please MDNI

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: brief alcohol usage, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering (m & f receiving), mention of pubic hair, anxiety (for like two seconds), p in v penetration, anal sex, creampie (wrap it up, wrap it up), mxm action, cum eating/cum swapping, i think that's it haha

Note: I love minsung omg. I'd love to swipe right on them lol. This is lightly edited so please excuse any typos. Anyhoo I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated :)

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“Find love here on Love Chat! Where millions of happy couples found love.”

You read on your phone, lost in thought, wondering if you should redownload a dating app. After being single for a while, you felt you were ready to get back into the dating game. The only problem was that you remembered how exhausting dating can be, especially in the early stages.

Tapping your fingers on your desk, you wrestled with the decision. You knew you wouldn’t be able to find anyone without a little help from an app as you were always either at work or at home, not much of a social person. However, after attending yet another friend’s engagement party, you felt that you should at least try to get back out there…you definitely weren’t getting younger.

“Fuck it,” you thought, pressing download on the app. You waited for the blue circle to fill in, signaling it was down downloading. Opening the app, you were greeted with the welcome page, prompting you to make a profile. You had to admit you enjoyed making a profile, choosing fun phrases and answers to questions, and adding your best pictures.

Once you were done creating your profile, you were prompted to start swiping on potential matches. You tucked your feet under your butt and began to look for potential matches. You swiped right on a few, not overly impressed, but at least what they answered on their profile met your minimum standards.

Your thumb was starting to get tired, about to close the app for the day when a particular profile caught your eye.

Minho and Jisung Age 25 and 23. About us: We are a happy couple looking for our 3rd counterpart to complete our relationship. We love to cook, sing, camp, and just spend quality time together. Serious inquiries only and must not be allergic to cats.

You’re not sure why their profile interested you. You definitely weren’t looking for more than one significant other…right? You exited the app, not completely closing it out and set your phone down. You tuned into the tv show you were watching, but you couldn’t focus. Your mind kept going back to the profile you just saw.

No, definitely not a good idea to get involved with two people…a couple at that, you thought. Your internal dialog with yourself caused your interest to pique. Grabbing your phone once more, you opened the app, the profile still on the page. You looked through the pictures, seeing the two men enjoying various activities. They were both gorgeous, that was a fact. One had pretty tanned skin, dark brown hair, a beautiful smile with cute little teeth that reminded you of a bunny. The other had honey toned skinned with brown hair as well. What really stood out though was his cheeks. They reminded you of a squirrels cheeks.

Figuring you had nothing left to lose, you swiped right on their profile, letting out a sigh, closing the app completely, and setting your phone down. Looking up at the tv screen, you continued to watch your show, although you couldn’t comprehend what was being said, your mind elsewhere.

All day, you kept checking your phone, seeing if you had any notification from the app saying you matched with anyone…particularly the couple Minho and Jisung. You admitted to yourself you were intrigued, but tried not to think about it too much.

Your plan was somewhat successful, not looking at your phone frequently. You decided to clean, knowing that would keep your mind occupied. As you were twirling around your kitchen belting out "The View" from your favorite band Stray Kids, broom in hand, you heard your phone chime and vibrate on the counter where you set it last.

Turning down the music, you walked over to your phone and viewed the notification on your lock screen. What you saw made you gasp. They accepted your match. You shook your head in disbelief, but there it was, the proof, they matched with you. Opening up the notification, you were brought to the message page. Taking a deep breath, you clicked on the unread message.

~Hey y/n! What’s up? Happy we matched. If you’re interested, wanna meet up over coffee to talk? Might be easier to explain the situation in person :)~

You read the message, then read it again. They want to meet up with you. Shaking your head, you typed out

~sure I’d love to meet you. Coffee sounds great.~

You read the message you wrote and then pressed send, placing your phone back on the counter. Within seconds, you got a reply. Opening the message you read,

~Awesome! Let’s meet at Red Bird Cafe this Friday at 1pm.~

You checked your calendar, noticing nothing was on the schedule. You responded back with a

~sounds good. See you guys then.~

You were crazy, yep, definitely crazy, meeting up with two men. ****************************************************Friday morning, you woke up, sun shining in your face. You groaned at the time. Your best friend Mina would be over soon to help you get ready for your date. Getting up, you padded your way to the bathroom to relieve yourself and start getting ready. While in the bathroom, you heard a key in the lock, your best friend’s voice echoing through the apartment.

“Hey bestie,” she called out.

You looked up and saw your friend plop down on your bed.

“So what are you gonna wear? You gotta look hot!”

“It’s just a coffee date Mina, I don’t exactly have to be dressed in a ballgown.”

“ Well no, you don’t. But you wanna snag these men girl, I mean they are hot.”

You laughed listening to your friend’s reasoning. For her, it was all about looks, but you wouldn’t mind having a personal connection with the next guy…or men you date. Walking into your bedroom, you made your way to your closet. You pulled out a plain, blue shirt and paired it with some shorts.

“How about this?”

Mina looked at you for a moment before saying, “absolutely not. There’s no charm in that outfit.”

She got up off the bed, walking to your closet. She went through your clothes before pulling out a floral dress.

“This. Wear this. It’s beautiful, looks good on you and provides easy access.”

“Ummm, I don’t think I’ll need something for easy access. It’s a coffee date.”

“You never know,” she said with a smirk on her face. “Wear cute panties too,” she added on with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, but took the dress. You picked out a cute pair of underwear and started getting dressed. It was a pretty dress, it had spaghetti straps, and hugged your curves just right, landing perfectly mid-thigh. Mina helped you with your hair and makeup, opting for a more natural look. Your hair hung down your back in waves.

Mina gave you a look over, nodding her head in satisfaction. You grabbed your bag before walking to the door.

“Let me know all the details!”

“Of course Mina,” you smiled, making your way out the door. ***************************************************The cafe wasn’t far from your apartment; therefore, you decided to walk there. You were nervous so to say. Once arriving, you took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. The smell of coffee hit your nose, the scent welcoming. There were tables filled with people, some working on their laptops, others laughing freely with friends. There were also couches with chairs, giving a more cozy feel. It was a nice atmosphere. You scanned the place, looking for your dates, finally spotting them on a couch in the back, nestled by a window.

You took a moment to observe them. The one with dark brown hair and bunny teeth had his arms around the other with chubby cheeks and boba eyes. Boba eyes said something to the other, both of them laughing afterwards. They looked so in love. How were you supposed to potentially fit into this? An outsider? Walking over to the couple, you stopped in front of them. Both men looked up at you, looking you up and down. You shifted on your feet at their gaze.

“Y/n?” the one with bunny teeth asked.

You nodded your head, looking down and twiddling your hands together. You looked up to see them both smile at you.

The one with boba eyes and chubby cheeks gestured at the seat behind you. You sat down, smoothing down your dress.

“Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Minho,” the man with dark brown hair and bunny teeth said, “and this is Jisung,” he gestured at the man next to him, who gave a wave and flashed a smile.

You smiled back at them, lost in Minho’s voice. “So, you’re looking for,” you thought for a moment of the right word to say. “Another significant other?”

Minho nodded. “Yes, we’ve been dating for five years and decided to open up our relationship for one more. We feel that we’re missing the missing piece in our relationship.”

You nodded at his response, mind running at top speed.

“So like, how does this work?” You asked.

“Well we get to know you and if it seems right, you’d become our girlfriend.” Jisung answered.

“Why don’t we start by getting coffee, and then we can chat,” Minho said.

“Ok” you said, getting up with Jisung to get coffees.

“Minho will stay here so we don’t lose our spot,” Jisung explained.

You both walked to the counter, ordering three iced americanos. Jisung glanced at you, smiling his gummy smile, big boba eyes shining.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said, “we really want to get to know you, ok? No funny business,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender.

You laughed at his statement. How could someone look so adorable? At that moment, your drinks were placed at the pickup counter. You grabbed yours while Jisung grabbed his and Minho’s. You both walked back and sat back down.

You chatted with the boys, learning all their favorites and even how they met. You also watched them interact with each other, how they seemed to flow with each other, in tune with the other’s actions. They seemed very much in love, and your mind couldn’t help but wonder how it would look if you were apart of their relationship. ***************************************************Time went by. You were lost in conversation with the couple, but all good things must come to an end. They offered to walk with you, which you agreed. Was it dumb to let two men walk you home that you just met? Probably, but who listens to reason. Plus, you felt comfortable with them.

You showed them the way, with you in the middle of the two as you walked to your apartment. It felt natural to be in between the two, like you had been a part of the relationship for years too. Approaching your apartment building, you stopped at the door.

“Well, this is me,” you said gesturing to the building.

Minho and Jisung nodded, looking at the building, before looking back at you. You twiddled your thumbs, rocking back and forth on your feet. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “would you like to come upstairs?”

The boys smiled and Minho said, “sure.”

You led them into the building, pressing the elevator button. Once the door opened, the three of you stepped in. You pressed the number 4 for your floor. You noticed how Minho was slightly behind you, and Jisung next to you. The tension was thick in the air, almost palpable. You turned your head, looking at Jisung. He looked at you, his eyes seeming bigger, if that was possible, before looking down at him your lips. You returned the look, eyes gazing at his soft, plump lips.

Jisung leaned forward slowly, stopping right before touching your lips.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.

You whispered “yes” back.

With your permission, Jisung pressed his lips to yours, sighing into your lips. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. He pressed soft kisses against your lips again and again and again. You found yourself chasing after his lips each time he withdrew his head.

Your heart was pounding, not believing you were kissing Jisung. Yet alone kissing someone who was in a relationship, and their significant other standing right there watching. The elevator dinged, signaling you were at your floor. Stepping back, you cleared your throat.

“Umm, this is my floor,” you said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears.

Minho and Jisung both looked at you before exiting the elevator, you in tow. You showed them the way to your apartment. Fumbling with the key, you eventually got it into the lock, unlocking your door and swinging it open. Once everyone was inside, you closed the door and placed your keys on the hallway table.

You all stood there in silence, that tension in the air again. Minho finally stepped up to you, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand.

“You ok, kitten?” he asked.

You nodded your head yes. Minho smiled at you, before taking your hand and gesturing for you to lead them further inside. You brought them to your living area, sitting on the couch, both boys following suit. Minho grabbed your chin, turning your head toward him before pressing his lips to yours. He licked and nipped your bottom lips, your mouth opening as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

As you were kissing Minho, you felt a soft pair of lips brush against your shoulder before pressing a wet kiss there. You softly moaned at the sensation, Minho smiling into your lips at the sound. He pulled back, watching as you tilted your head to the side, giving Jisung more access.

“Hmm kitten is needy?” Minho said. He grinned at you as you looked at him through hooded eyes.

“Come here,” he motioned, helping you turn around to face Jisung. Jisung was looking at you, pupils huge, and cheeks flushed.

“Lay back jagi,” Jisung said, pushing you back gently so your back rested against Minho.

Minho got comfy behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms. You relaxed in his embrace, more comfortable than you probably should be. Whatever was about to happen, you were ready.

“Can I take care of you, jagi?” Jisung asked you.

You looked at him, giving him a smile, said yes.

Jisung smiled back at you before laying on his belly. He parted your legs, your dress covering your core. Jisung pressed kisses up your leg, nipping and squeezing the flesh. You sighed out softly, watching the man in front of you. Minho grabbed your hands in his at that moment, resting them on your belly, watching as Jisung made his way higher and higher up your leg, reaching your plush thighs.

He looked at you before grabbing the hem of your dress, and flipping it up, exposing your core to his eyes. You blushed as he stared, feeling your slick coat your panties. You’d have to thank Mina later for making you wear your cute pair.

Jisung leaned forward once more, breathing in your smell, before pressing a kiss to your clothed core. You shivered at the feeling, Minho squeezing your hands at your action.

“Go on Ji, give her what she wants,” you heard Minho rasp out.

Jisung licked a stripe up your panties, sucking on the material, drenching it with his spit. You squirmed at the feeling, letting out little sighs. He moaned out against your core, before licking at your covered clit. He nipped at the material, sucking the cloth and bud into his mouth. He gave one more kiss on your soaked panties before reaching up to drag them down your legs. You watched with bated breath as he tossed them away before opening your legs up more, one hanging off the couch, the other pressed into the back of the couch.

He was staring at your wet pussy, slick sticking to the hair that donned your nether region. You blushed and tucked your head into Minho as best as you could, embarrassed and a little self-conscious. You closed your legs some before Jisung stopped you, looking up at you with concerned eyes.

“What’s wrong kitten?” Minho asked, taking his hands to rub up and down your shoulders to soothe you once more.

You hesitated before saying, “well I haven’t shaved.” You covered your eyes with your hand.

“But jagi, your pussy is beautiful, and the hair makes it even more so!” Jisung said.

You uncovered your face, looking at Jisung. “You don’t mind?”

“Absolutely not jagi. Like I said, it’s beautiful and sexy.”

You nodded ok and watched as Jisung reached for your legs, looking at you for silent permission to continue.

“Go ahead,” you whispered.

Jisung gently pushed your legs open once more, before leaning down. He opened up your lips with his fingers, before licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You moaned out, hips bucking at the feeling. Your hand flew to Jisung’s hair, grabbing hold of the strands, pushing his face further into your pussy.

Jisung licked a few more stripes up your pussy before attaching his plump lips to your clit, rolling the bud around his tongue. He leaned back to spit on your pussy, watching as it mixed with your slick, before wrapping his lips around your clit once more. He suckled the bud, rolling it with his tongue, making out with your pussy like a man starved.

You closed your eyes, getting lost in the feeling, gripping Jisung’s hair harder in your hands. You rode his tongue, whining out, whimpering his name. Behind you, you felt as Minho slowly slid your dress straps down your shoulders, pushing them down to expose your breasts. Minho groped and pinched your nipples, while Jisung slid two fingers into your pussy, causing your back to arch at the intrusion.

Jisung slid his fingers in and out of your warm walls before curling his fingers up, pressing against your sweet spot. You rocked your hips in time with his fingers, letting out breathy moans. Minho fondled your nipples, giving them a pinch every now and then. You felt your orgasm approaching with the help of the two men.

“Keep, keep going,” you breathed out, “don’t stop.”

Jisung moaned into your pussy, speeding up the thrusting of his fingers. With a lick and bite of your clit, you came hard, loud moans spilling from your mouth. You rode out your high, sporadically rocking your hips against Jisung’s face. Minho continued to grope and knead your breast, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you came down.

You relaxed your hold on Jisung’s hair, watching as he lifted his head up and sat back. Your slick and his spit was dripping down his chin, your arousal painting his lips, leaving them shiny. He grinned at you before leaning over and pressing his lips against Minho’s. You looked up in awe at the two men above you, feeling yourself getting aroused again. Jisung leaned back and pressed a kiss to your lips next. It was gentle, his lips molding with yours. You could taste yourself and Minho on his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, not wanting him to stop.

He grinned against your lips, gave you one more peck before sitting down next to you.

“Let me clean you up jagi,” he said, walking to your kitchen to get a towel.

He came over and wiped you down before picking up your panties and putting them back on. He fixed your dress for you and helped you sit up.

Sitting there, you were confused to say the least. Looking at their bulges, you could tell they were both hard and were sure it was not exactly comfortable. You wanted, no, needed to help them out.

“What about you guys?” you asked.

Minho just shook his head. “Don’t worry kitten. You can help us out next time.”

Next time. There would be a next time. You felt happy at that thought. You knew they would not be leaving your mind anytime soon. You nodded your head, a little smile spreading on your face.

Minho brushed the back of his hand down the side of your face, whispering “beautiful.” You leaned into his palm, sighing happily at his praise. Jisung looked over your shoulder at Minho, giving him a smile, unspoken words in his eyes. Minho knew exactly what Jisung was thinking, that you were the one, the person they were looking for to complete them.

“Well kitten, this has been fun. Can we see you again?” Minho asked.

“Yes!” you answered a little too quickly and enthusiastically. Clearing your throat in embarrassment, you said in a more calm voice, “I’d like that.”

Both boys chuckled, getting up from your couch. Jisung helped you up, steadying you as you wobbled a little. You walked them to the door, watching as they put their shoes on. They each gave you a kiss and said they’d be in touch for the next date. Closing the door behind them, you leaned back against the door. You cannot believe your day. You had to phone Mina immediately. ****************************************************A little while later, you and Mina were sitting on the floor, take out containers spread out around you. Mina opted to come over to have a girls night, and of course, to hear you spill the details of your date.

“They were so sweet, Mina. I mean, they are in love, you can definitely tell.” You explained. “At first I couldn’t see how I could fit in, but as the date went on, it felt….natural being with them? I guess that’s the word for it.” You chuckled.

“Well you are a catch,” Mina said tossing her hair over her shoulders, “they’d be dumb not to like you.”

“And afterwards, we came back here,” you tailed off.

“You came back here and what?” Mina questioned, setting her food down. She looked you in the eyes, all ears at what you were about to say.

“We kissed in the elevator and my god the tension was intense, Mina. Once we got in my apartment, one thing led to another, and before you know it, Jisung was eating me out.”

Mina started clapping her hands, “yes girl! And you said nothing was going to happen.” She smirked and picked up her food.

You truly were stunned at today’s events, your mind wandering to Jisung’s lips on your clit and Minho’s hands pinching your nipples.

“Earth to y/n!”

You snapped out of your reverie to see your friend wavering her hand in front of your face.

“You were thinking of your boos huh,” Mina chuckled.

“They’re not my boos…not yet at least.” You said blushing.

“You said yet! You want to be their girlfriend don’t you! Don’t lie y/n it’s all over your face!” Mina patted you on the back.

You did want to be their girlfriend. It was difficult to explain, but you felt like they were what you were looking for. Your phone buzzed. Looking down, you saw it was Minho. You grabbed your phone and read the text. They wanted to take you out again, this weekend, this time to a club.

“They want to go out this weekend,” you told Mina.

“Oh? Well we need to prepare your outfit!”

You responded to Minho agreeing to the date. You were happy having a friend like Mina since she was good at things like fashion and beauty, stuff you were never good at. ***************************************************The weekend came and so did the day of your date. You did your hair and makeup before putting on the dress Mina picked out for you. It was royal blue body con dress. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the look, hoping the boys would like the look too. You grabbed your shoes and bag just as there was a knock at your door.

You opened the door and there they stood, looking absolutely gorgeous. You noticed them looking you over, little smirks forming on their faces.

“You look beautiful y/n” Jisung said grinning.

You said thank you before putting on your shoes. You locked your door and followed them out of your apartment building.

“We’ll take our car kitten,” Minho said.

You nodded, stepping aside as Jisung opened the door for you, sliding in beside you. Minho slid into the driver’s seat, starting the car. He pulled away from the curb, sliding smoothly into traffic. Watching him drive sparked something in you, which was stupid you knew, but watching the veins pop out of his hands as he maneuvered the wheel, the way he bit his lip every now and then as he watched the road….you were horny, no doubt about it.

Jisung scooted closer to you, giving you his gummy smile. You smiled back at him, his happiness contagious, watching as he reached out to grab your hand. He rubbed circles on your hand, which felt soothing. You relaxed into the seat, feeling comfortable. The destination wasn’t too far from your place. Minho pulled into a parking lot, parking the car (which was also hot to you). All three of you got out of the car and headed to the entrance.

Opening the door, the bass met your ears, lyrics of a popular rap song blaring throughout the room. There were people dancing in the middle of the room, while others were perched on couches that littered the corners of the place. Minho took your hand and led you through the crowd, Jisung’s hand perched on your lower back. He led you to one of the couches, a reserved sign placed on the table. All three of you sat down, a girl with a skimpy outfit coming by to get your drink orders. You ordered a vodka cranberry, sticking to the basics since you weren’t much of a drinker. Jisung ordered a twisted seltzer and Minho stuck to water being the driver.

You sat with the boys, being squished between the two, waiting on your drinks. They definitely like physical touch, you thought, which was no problem for you. Minho draped his arms around your shoulders, giving them a squeeze, while Jisung kept his hand on your thigh. Just their touch was causing sparks to shoot down your spine, settling in your core. Once your drinks came, you downed them before suggesting to go dance. The music was good, and you wanted to get on the dance floor.

“Sure kitten,” Minho said, getting up and reaching his hand out to you to help you get up, with Jisung right behind you.

The three of you made your way to the dance floor, settling amongst the bodies swaying to the music. Minho stood behind you, placing his hands on your hips, with Jisung in front of you. You draped your arms around Jisung’s neck, pulling him close. You swayed your hips in tune with the beat, feeling Minho pull you closer. After a while, all three of you were in synch, getting lost in the beat and each other’s arms. You felt your dress ride up slightly, allowing you to feel something hard press against your ass.

You pressed your ass back against Minho’s bulge, hearing his breath catch, and gripping your hips harder. Jisung smiled, watching Minho’s reaction. Jisung griped your chin before pressing a kiss on your lips, again and again. You loved his plush lips, the way they moulded perfectly with yours. You let out a whine, swiveling your hips once more against Minho’s. You’re not sure how much time passed, song after song passed, each moment getting more heated. You were wet, feeling your slick pool in your panties, causing them to stick to your pussy, a fluttery feeling spreading through your core with each touch and kiss from Minho and Jisung.

Eventually, Minho whispered in your ear, Jisung watching with his eyes wide and pupils dilated, “let’s take you home kitten, hmm?”

You nodded, more than ready to leave with them. Minho pressed a kiss to your shoulder before taking your hand once more, leading you out of the crowd, Jisung not far behind. You three quickly made your way to the car, Minho once more getting behind the wheel, Jisung sliding in next to you.

“Want go back to ours kitten?” Minho asked.

“Yes please,” you breathed out as Jisung peppered kisses up and down your jaw before slotting his lips over yours.

You returned the kiss eagerly, letting out a sigh at the feeling, tongues sliding against each other, as Jisung nipped at your lip. You took your hand and slide it down to Jisung’s bulge, giving it a squeeze, the boy whimpering against your lips. Popping open the button and unzipping his jeans, you slid your hand in his boxers, wrapping your hand around his cock, collecting the pre-cum that was leaking out. You looked into his eyes, seeing the need in his eyes, as you stroked his cock. You gave him a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip, Jisung letting out a loud moan at the feeling. He opened his eyes, briefly making eye contact with Minho, before looking back down at you.

He gathered your hair so it wouldn’t get in the way as you bobbed your head, taking more of his length. He gently bucked his hips, sliding more of his cock into your mouth, hearing you moan, causing him to shudder at the vibration.

You suckled the head before lifting your head with a pop, Jisung whimpering at the sudden loss of the warmth of your mouth. You gathered some spit before spitting on his cock, spreading it around before taking him in your mouth once more. Hollowing out your cheeks, you sucked him off in earnest, loud, slick noises coming from your mouth. You felt Jisung moan and whine, his hips bucking up, causing his cock to kiss the back of your throat.

He gripped your hair harder, whimpering out, “don’t stop jagi..fuck, gonna cum. Keep going, fuck!”

You suckled his the tip once more, swiping your tongue over the slit before deep throating his cock. You felt him shudder, before he loudly came, cum shooting out of his cock and down your throat. You hummed around his cock, sucking him dry, feeling him squirm at the extra stimulation. Lifting your head with a pop, you opened your mouth so he could see his cum.

“Kiss me jagi,” he whimpered out.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. he slid his tongue into your mouth, as you pushed some of his cum into his mouth. He groaned against your lips, tasting his cum before leaning back. You both swallowed, your chests heaving.

“God that was hot,” you heard a voice say behind you.

You turned your head, seeing Minho turned around in his seat, the car parked. You forgot that he was there, yet alone in a car, not noticing when you got to your destination.

“Let’s get inside kitten,” Minho smirked, watching as Jisung tucked his softened cock back in his boxers and zipped his pants back up. The boys took your hand, walking up to their apartment door, Minho unlocking the door. Stepping inside, you did a quick glance over of the place, noticing how comfy it seemed. Jisung skipped inside, kicking off his shoes before making his way to a room. Minho grabbed your hand and followed Jisung, entering what you assumed was their bedroom.

Jisung was already perched at the top of the bed, reclining against the mountain of pillows there. Minho slowly pushed you down, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s my turn to have some fun with you, hmm kitten,” Minho said, hovering over you.

“Yes, need you Min,” you said.

Minho smiled at the nickname, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You sighed into the kiss, your lips gently moving with his. Minho dragged his fingers down your chest and belly, before lightly pressing down on your panties, sliding his fingers through your lips. You gasped at the feeling of your soaked panties dragging through your folds, letting out a little moan. Minho slowly rubbed at your clit, the soaked fabric providing the lubrication he needed to ease the glide. He continued to gently kiss you, muffling the soft sounds coming from your mouth.

He pushed your panties to the side, the pad of his finger finally making direct contact with the little bud, your hips slightly jerking upwards at his touch. He watched you fall apart as he slid his finger back and forth, up, down on your clit. He withdrew his fingers, a whimper leaving your lips. Grasping the band of your panties, he dragged them down your legs and tossed them aside. Minho parted your legs, eyes locking in on your pussy, shiny from the dripping arousal from your pussy. He licked his lips before leaning down to slide his tongue through your folds.

He moaned at your taste, burying his head further into your pussy, understanding what Jisung meant when he told him your pussy just tasted too good. Minho licked another strip up your pussy before latching onto your clit, giving it kitten licks before suckling the bud. He held your hips down as you squirmed, listening to the sweet moans falling from your mouth. Minho sucked at your clit once more before dragging his tongue down to your entrance, his tongue pushing into your warm walls.

Minho fucking your walls with his tongue felt so good, you could barely lay still, rocking your hips up and down. His nose brushed against your clit, providing stimulation, causing you to mewl out, that tingling feeling building up within you. Through your foggy haze, you saw movement to the side and turning your head, you saw Jisung scoot beside you, grasping your hand.

“Sungie kiss me,“ you begged, as Minho kept fucking your pussy with his tongue.

Jisung grinned, latching his lips onto yours, immediately sliding his tongue into your mouth, sucking on your tongue. Your moans got louder as you felt close, your hips wildly bucking upwards. You felt Minho finger at your clit, circling the bud. Your breath hitched up and with a loud cry, you came, your legs closing to squeeze against Minho’s head, as your walls clenched around his tongue. He kept tongue fucking you through your high, moaning into you. Jisung peppered your face with kisses, swallowing up your moans, his lips on yours once more.

You breathed out, releasing your hold on Minho’s head. He gave a feather light kiss to your clit before sitting up and leaning down to kiss you. You could taste your arousal on his lips, groaning at the taste. He leaned back before leaning over to kiss Jisung, letting him have a taste of you too. You watched as your breathing returned to normal, grinning at the desperation between the two.

Minho and Jisung separated before turning to you.

“Let’s get this dress off jagi,” Jisung said reaching to unzip the back of the dress.

Minho stood up removing his shirt and pants, tossing them haphazardly in the room. You shimmied out of the dress, Jisung helping you the whole time. Laying naked on their bed, the boys stared at you, taking in your beauty.

Jisung brushed his fingers against your breasts, blowing on each one of them in turn, causing your nipples to harden. He repeated the action a few times, before kneading one of your breasts, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked and sucked, darting his tongue out to lick the mound, all the while fondling the other. Sighing at the feeling, you looked up to see that Minho had removed his boxers, his cock hard and leaking.

“I’m going to fuck you now kitten,” Minho said, spreading your legs more so he could settle between them.

He stroked his cock a few times, watching as Jisung sucked at your breasts. He slid his cock through your folds, gathering your slick, before tapping your clit a few times. Placed his cock at your entrance, he slowly pushed in, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. The stretch felt good, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Minho bottomed out and stilled, looking down at you in concern.

“Move, please move,” you whimpered, lifting your hips up for some friction.

Minho pulled out before pushing in, his cock dragging along your walls. It felt so wet and warm, he didn’t want to pull out and he wouldn’t. He wanted to live within your walls. He started to snap his hips into yours, moans leaving his mouth and yours. The sight below him a dream. You were fucked out, mouth open, eyes in a daze, one hand on his chest, the other buried in Jisung’s hair as he suckled and nipped at your breasts.

You felt that tingle again in your belly, the feeling expanding as Minho fucked you, pounding into you in a steady rhythm, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You moaned out, whimpering, little “ahhhs” and “please” leaving your lips.

“Don’t stop, I’m close, ahhh” you whined.

You felt the coil snap, your orgasm hitting you hard. Your vision turned white, while your hearing turned fuzzy. Minho didn’t stop pounding into you, helping you ride out your high. He was close, he just needed to adjust a little and with your pussy clenching around him, he came, his cum hitting your walls, throwing his head back at the feeling, little bunny teeth showing.

He stilled his hips, and looked down at you and Jisung. Jisung lifted his head off your breast with a pop, a string of spit trailing from his mouth to your nipple. Jisung’s cock was hard again, and rutting his hips against the sheets to get some friction.

You moaned as Minho pulled out of you, watching as Jisung shuffled his way down to your pussy. He leaned down and quickly lapped up you and Minho’s cum, moaning at the taste. Minho laid down next to you, brushing the hair out of your face. You looked at him with glassy eyes, feeling at ease and relaxed, little sighs falling from you as Jisung lapped at you like it was his last meal.

Leaning back, Jisung wiped his mouth before shucking off his boxers, palming his cock before settling between your legs.

“My turn jagi,” he whispered.

You nodded, saying “need you Sungie please.”

He smiled down at you before pushing in, sliding right in because of your slick and being stretched open by Minho’s cock. Jisung was a little thicker, but you took it, wanting to feel all of him. Jisung bottomed out, whines and pants coming from his mouth.

“So hot and wet, made for us jagi, oh fuck”

Jisung snapped his hips again and again, lost in your wet walls, your body sliding up and down the sheets, mouth open in an “o” no sound coming out. Tears were forming in your eyes from the mix between pleasure and pain from overstimulation.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around Jisung causing him to fall forward and bury his head in your neck. You felt his little breath’s against your neck as he rocked his hips into yours, you locking your legs around him to keep him close.

“Fu..fuck!” Jisung panted out, jolting forward suddenly.

You looked over his shoulder to see Minho behind Jisung, his fingers sliding in and out of his hole, stretching him out. Jisung pounded into you faster, his high approaching with the extra stimulation. With a wail, Jisung came, filling you up to the brim, his cum leaking out. Minho helped Jisung pull out before laying him on his belly, and pushing his cock into Jisung’s hole.

Jisung let out another wail, little pants falling from his mouth as Minho fucked him, sliding his cock in and out, in and out. You watched the scene in front of you, taking in Jisung’s fucked out face, the way he just took what Minho gave him, to Minho, panting as he pounded into Jisung, his chest rising and falling, his head falling back in pleasure.

Jisung came again, cries falling from his lips, as his cock was still hard after fucking you, cum spilling all over the sheets. Minho slipped out of Jisung, removing the condom that he must have put on at some point, you being too fucked out to notice, before lifting Jisung up and on his knees.

“Suck,” Minho said, Jisung scrambling to wrap his lips around Minho’s cock. Jisung bobbed his head up and down, while Minho grabbed Jisung hair to control his pace. Minho groaned in pleasure, bunny teeth biting his lip, as Jisung sucked and sucked, Minho’s cock hitting the back of his throat again and again.

Jisung fondled Minho’s balls, as he continued to suck, Minho roaring out in pleasure, speeding up his thrusts into Jisung’s mouth. With a loud moan, he stilled his hips, pressing Jisung’s face to his pelvis, spurting cum into Jisung’s mouth. Once done, he released Jisung, who scrambled back, showing Minho his tongue with his cum on it before swallowing it.

Minho smiled, leaning down to give Jisung a kiss. Collapsing on the bed, Jisung crawled to you, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his head in your neck. Minho settled on the other side, pressing gentle kisses to your face, causing you to giggle. He smiled, the sound of your laughter like heaven to him.

“Will you be ours kitten? Be our girlfriend?”

You simply nodded your head, “of course.”

You felt the happiest you’ve been in a long time, sandwiched between two men you were growing to love.

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dreamersworldduh · 7 months ago

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RISKY DECISIONS

• Oliver Queen x Male!Reader

SUMMARY — being an assistant is supposed to be an hell of a job, at least that was how the movies make it seems. Yet somehow it’s the complete opposite for you when you become an assistant to Mayor Oliver Queen.

WARNING! 18+ MDNI. Suggestive Langauge. Swearing.

WORDS! 9.3k

AUTHOR’S NOTE! Hi! Sorry for the delay, I couldn’t choice which fic I wanted to do between Oliver Queen and Nate Jacobs, plus I have my first request that I’m writing, so I did to them all. Enjoy! 😚

You never imagined that living in a place like Star City would lead you to be sitting across from its enigmatic and undeniably handsome mayor, Oliver Queen, on a date of all things. Life has a funny way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them, and this was certainly one of those moments. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd go from an ordinary citizen in a bustling city to sharing an intimate evening with one of its most powerful and mysterious figures. But, as they say, fate works in mysterious ways.

It all began on what you thought was just another ordinary day, one where you were desperately scouring job listings and hoping to find something, anything, that could help pay the bills. As an art major fresh out of college, you'd always envisioned a life filled with creative pursuits—painting, galleries, exhibitions, and maybe even a small studio of your own someday. However, reality had other plans. The bills didn't stop, and your bank account certainly wasn't growing any larger. That's when the job posting for an assistant position in the mayor's office caught your eye.

It wasn't exactly a dream job, but it was stable, well-paying, and honestly, you couldn't afford to be picky. So, you applied, never thinking you'd actually hear back. To your surprise, you received a call within days. A whirlwind of an interview followed—though, admittedly, the moment you saw Oliver Queen walk into the room, you barely remembered what you said. His presence was larger than life: sharp blue eyes that seemed to see right through you, a confident smile that somehow managed to be both charming and intimidating, and the kind of charisma that could make anyone feel like they were the only person in the room. By some miracle (or perhaps your desperation showed just enough to make you seem dedicated), you landed the job.

At first, the position was everything you anticipated—and maybe a little less glamorous than you'd hoped. Your days were filled with the predictable rhythm of office life: fetching endless cups of coffee, juggling the mayor's ever-changing schedule, filing documents that seemed to multiply overnight, and acting as a buffer between your boss and the chaotic world of Star City politics. The office buzzed with constant activity, from council meetings to press conferences, all of it demanding your attention. You often found yourself staying late to meet impossible deadlines or untangling last-minute crises that seemed to pop up without fail. It wasn't the creative dream you'd envisioned, but it was stable work that kept your head above water. For that alone, you were grateful.

Still, the job came with its challenges. You quickly learned that Star City's political landscape was as turbulent as its streets. Factions bickered over funding and policies while the media scrutinized every move the mayor's office made. More than once, you found yourself running interference during heated debates or smoothing over tense situations with quick thinking and a calm demeanor. The work was demanding, but it left little room for boredom.

What you didn't expect, however, was how involved Mayor Queen was with his staff—or, to your growing surprise, how often he interacted with you personally. You'd heard the rumors before you took the job: that he was aloof, enigmatic, and often kept to himself. His reputation painted a picture of a man who carried his secrets like armor, a leader whose complicated past made him both a hero and a mystery to Star City's citizens. But the man you came to know was so much more than the headlines suggested.

Oliver had a presence that was hard to ignore. Whether he was striding into the office with his signature confidence or leaning over a conference table to make a point, his sheer charisma filled the room. What struck you most, however, was the surprising warmth behind the stern exterior. He wasn't just the brooding figure the tabloids made him out to be. He had a sharp wit and an easy, disarming sense of humor that could catch you off guard. He took the time to remember the little things—your favorite coffee order, your comments about your artwork, and even the days you looked particularly tired after long hours.

At first, your interactions were brief, professional exchanges��a quick thank-you for a report or a casual nod as he passed your desk. But those fleeting moments gradually grew into something more. Conversations in passing turned into longer discussions during late-night work sessions, where the two of you often found yourselves the last ones in the office. He'd linger, asking questions about your background, your aspirations, and what had brought you to Star City. You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn't expected, drawn in by his genuine interest and the way he seemed to truly listen when you spoke.

And then there were the glimpses of vulnerability, the cracks in his armor that revealed the man beneath the title. You could see the weight he carried—the burdens of his position, the responsibility he felt for the city, and perhaps even the ghosts of his past. There were moments when his smile faltered, when his gaze lingered on something unseen, and you realized just how much he gave of himself to lead Star City. It made him more human, more real, and in turn, it made your admiration for him grow.

Before long, you began to notice the subtle shifts in your dynamic. The way his gaze would linger just a moment too long when you spoke. The warmth in his voice when he addressed you by name. The private smiles he seemed to reserve just for you. It was as though he saw something in you that no one else did, and the realization sent a flutter through your chest every time. What had started as an unassuming assistant job was slowly transforming into something far more significant—something you never could have anticipated.

It wasn't long before the dynamic between you and Oliver began to shift in ways you couldn't quite define but couldn't ignore either. At first, it was subtle, so subtle that you wondered if you were reading too much into it. A fleeting glance, a brush of fingers when he handed you a file, the way his voice softened slightly when he said your name—these small, delicate moments began to stand out amidst the chaos of your daily responsibilities. It was easy to dismiss them at first as coincidence, or perhaps just a byproduct of your overactive imagination. After all, this was Oliver Queen, the mayor of Star City—your boss.

But the signs kept coming, and they became harder to rationalize. Like the way his gaze would linger on you during meetings, just a beat longer than it did with anyone else. Or the way his entire demeanor seemed to change when you spoke about your artistic ambitions, a rare spark of curiosity lighting his usually serious eyes. He'd ask questions—not the polite, cursory ones people ask out of obligation, but genuine inquiries that made you feel like he actually cared about what you had to say. And then there were the smiles, small and fleeting but entirely private, as though they were meant for you and no one else.

One moment in particular stuck with you. You'd been working late on a policy briefing, your desk cluttered with papers and a cold cup of coffee. Oliver had come by to check on your progress, leaning casually against the edge of your desk as he skimmed through a draft you'd prepared. When he handed it back, his hand lingered just a moment longer than necessary, his fingers brushing against yours. It was barely noticeable, but it sent a jolt through you nonetheless. He'd given you one of those rare smiles then—soft, almost shy—and for a moment, the bustling office around you seemed to fade away.

Still, you told yourself not to read into it. He was your boss, after all, and the last thing you wanted was to create some awkward misunderstanding that could jeopardize the job you'd worked so hard to secure. But the moments kept adding up, like puzzle pieces that refused to fit into the neat, professional boundaries you'd tried to maintain.

And then, one evening, Oliver made it clear that you weren't imagining things. It had been an exhausting day, the kind where the tension in the office was almost palpable. A city council crisis had thrown everyone into overdrive, and by the time the dust had settled, the office was nearly empty, save for you and a few other stragglers finishing up loose ends. You were at your desk, methodically packing up for the night, when you heard his familiar voice behind you.

"Long day," he said, his tone warm but edged with fatigue. You turned to find him standing a few feet away, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up—a rare, unguarded version of the polished mayor the public usually saw. He looked tired, but his gaze was steady, focused entirely on you.

"It's an understatement," you replied with a tired smile, reaching for your bag. You expected him to make a quick comment and head out, as he usually did after late nights like this. But instead, he lingered, his hands resting in his pockets as though he were trying to decide something.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," he said finally, his voice low but firm. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, a vulnerability you'd never seen before. You straightened, suddenly very aware of the shift in the air between you.

"Of course," you said, trying to keep your tone casual even as your heart began to race.

He took a small step closer, the distance between you shrinking. "I've really enjoyed getting to know you," he began, his words deliberate, as though he'd been rehearsing them. "And I'd like to spend more time with you—outside of work."

The room seemed to grow quieter, the hum of the office fading into the background. His words hung in the air, carrying a weight that made your pulse quicken. There was no mistaking his meaning now, no room for misinterpretation. This wasn't a casual invitation to discuss a project over coffee or grab a quick lunch. This was personal, intimate—a step into uncharted territory.

"Are you... asking me out?" you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curved into a soft, almost sheepish smile, the kind you rarely saw from him. "Yes," he said simply. "If you're interested."

For a moment, all you could do was stare, your mind racing as you processed the enormity of what was happening. The mayor of Star City, the man who had once seemed so untouchable, was standing in front of you, vulnerable and waiting for your answer.

You agreed, of course—how could you not? But even as you said yes, a thousand thoughts raced through your mind. How had this even happened? How had a job you took out of sheer necessity led to this? As you sat across from Oliver now, his attention focused entirely on you, you couldn't help but marvel at the twists and turns life had taken to bring you to this exact moment.

As the evening unfolded, the boundaries between professional and personal seemed to blur, dissolving into something warm, candid, and deeply human. The weight of Oliver's office—of city budgets, policies, and public appearances—felt like a distant memory. For the first time, the man across from you wasn't Star City's mayor, nor a public figure surrounded by layers of protocol and mystery. He was just Oliver, and his curiosity about your life was genuine in a way that caught you completely off guard.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table as he spoke, his piercing blue eyes never straying from yours. "What made you choose art?" he asked, his voice soft but laced with a genuine interest that made your heart skip.

At first, you hesitated. It wasn't often someone asked about your passions with such sincerity, and you weren't sure how much to share. But there was something in the way he waited—patient, attentive, and utterly engaged—that made you feel safe enough to open up. You spoke about how art had always been your refuge, a way to process the chaos of life and transform it into something meaningful. You told him about the quiet joy of sketching in a sunlit room as a child, the long hours spent perfecting your craft, and how your dream of making a living from your passion had always seemed just out of reach.

Oliver nodded thoughtfully as you spoke, his expression shifting between admiration and understanding. He asked questions that went deeper than surface-level curiosity: What inspired you? What challenges had you faced? What did you hope to achieve? It wasn't just polite conversation; it was as though he wanted to piece together every fragment of what made you who you were. His attention made you feel seen in a way that few ever had, and the ease with which the words flowed from you surprised even yourself.

Then it was his turn. Slowly, carefully, he began to share pieces of himself—pieces you'd only glimpsed through the carefully curated image of Oliver Queen the public knew. He spoke of his years away from Star City, the pain of losing people he loved, and the weight of the mistakes that had shaped him. His voice carried a quiet intensity as he described the sense of purpose he had found upon returning home, the drive to rebuild a city he felt responsible for.

"I never thought I'd end up here," he admitted, leaning back slightly, his gaze momentarily distant. "Running a city, leading people—it wasn't part of the plan. There were times I didn't even think I'd make it through the day, let alone find a reason to keep going. But Star City... this place, these people, they gave me that reason."

His honesty was raw, vulnerable, and it struck a chord deep within you. It was one thing to admire him as a leader, a symbol of resilience for the city, but hearing the weight of his struggles made him feel more real, more human. He wasn't just the polished figure on campaign posters or the commanding presence in a boardroom—he was someone who had fought to piece himself back together, someone who had chosen to carry the burdens of an entire city on his shoulders.

Of course, it wasn't all heavy confessions and heartfelt exchanges. This was Oliver Queen, after all—a man whose charm was practically legendary, a weapon he wielded with precision even now. Throughout the night, moments of levity broke through, lighthearted and flirtatious in a way that left you both blushing and grinning.

"You have this way of pulling people in," he said at one point, his lips curving into a sly smile. "It's not just your art—it's the way you see the world. It's captivating."

You laughed, trying to brush off the compliment even as your cheeks warmed. "That's rich coming from you," you teased. "I'm sure you've had plenty of practice captivating people."

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Maybe," he admitted, his gaze locking with yours, "but that doesn't make this any less real."

The weight of his words hit you like a jolt. It was playful, yes, but there was an unmistakable sincerity beneath the flirtation. He wasn't just flattering you; he meant every word, and the realization left you momentarily speechless.

And then there were his eyes. You'd always thought they were striking, but tonight, they were utterly mesmerizing. In the intimate glow of the room, they seemed to hold a depth and warmth that drew you in completely. There was an intensity in the way he looked at you, as though you were the only person in the world, the only thing worth his attention. You found yourself hanging on his every word, not because he was Oliver Queen, the mayor, but because of the way he made you feel: seen, valued, and undeniably alive.

By the time the conversation began to wind down, you glanced at your watch in surprise. Hours had slipped by without you even noticing, the world outside fading into irrelevance. You weren't sure what the future held—what this connection would mean or where it might lead—but in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. All that mattered was the man in front of you, the shared laughter and confessions, and the undeniable spark that had taken you both by surprise.

Your relationship with Oliver had evolved into something that neither of you could easily define, but it was becoming clear to both of you that the lines between personal and professional were growing increasingly blurred. You found yourselves spending more and more time together—not just outside of work but during long hours in the office as well. Though you both tried to maintain a semblance of professionalism in front of others, it was becoming harder to keep up appearances. Especially when Oliver seemed determined to test those boundaries every chance he got.

One afternoon, you were in his office, helping him sort through a mountain of paperwork that needed his signature or review. The large space, usually a hub of activity, was uncharacteristically quiet, with most of the staff out to lunch. You sat comfortably in one of the plush lounge chairs positioned across from his desk, your legs crossed as you sifted through a stack of documents. Oliver was seated behind the desk, but you couldn't help noticing that his attention wasn't exactly on the papers in front of him.

"Okay, so this one is for the new community center funding," you explained, glancing up at him briefly before returning to the next item in the pile. "And this one is for—Oliver, are you even listening?"

He didn't respond, not really. Instead, he leaned back slightly in his chair, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you in a way that made your stomach do a little flip. You furrowed your brow, confused, and a little exasperated by his lack of focus.

"Oliver?" you prompted again, your tone carrying a hint of warning. That's when he stood abruptly, pushing his chair back and rounding the desk with a purposeful stride.

"What are you doing?" you asked, your voice a mix of confusion and curiosity as you tilted your head to look up at him.

Still, he said nothing. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing against yours before firmly taking it in his grasp. Your heart skipped a beat as he gently tugged you to your feet, leading you behind the desk. Before you could protest or even fully process what was happening, he dropped back into his chair, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion.

"Uh, no, sir," you said quickly, shaking your head even as your cheeks flushed with heat. "This is definitely not happening. Do I need to remind you that your sister, who also happens to be my boss, would kill me if she saw me sitting on the big boss' lap?"

Oliver threw his head back and laughed, the rich sound filling the room and sending a shiver down your spine. "Relax," he said, his voice low and teasing as his hands rested lightly on your hips. "Everyone's out to lunch. We have the whole office to ourselves."

As if to further his point, he leaned forward slightly, brushing his lips against the side of your neck in a way that made your resolve falter. You wanted to protest, to remind him of the risks, but his charm—and the warmth of his touch—was dangerously persuasive.

"Oliver..." you began, your tone meant to be scolding but coming out far weaker than you intended. He smirked against your skin, clearly enjoying how easily he was unraveling your composure.

"You worry too much," he murmured, his voice soft but laced with mischief. "You work hard, you're brilliant at what you do, and you deserve to take a little break every now and then."

His lips pressed another soft kiss to your neck, and you felt your resolve slipping further. You glanced toward the office door, half-expecting someone to barge in despite Oliver's assurances that you were alone. But no one came, and for the moment, it was just the two of you in the quiet, sunlit office.

"Fine," you relented, though your tone carried a mix of exasperation and amusement. "But if anyone walks in, you get to explain this."

His grin widened, and he leaned back in the chair, his arms wrapping around you in a way that felt protective and intimate all at once. "Deal," he said simply, his voice low and satisfied.

For a few stolen moments, the world outside the office seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your bubble of shared laughter, quiet teasing, and the unmistakable spark of something neither of you could quite put into words.

Suddenly, Oliver's lips claimed yours in a kiss that was anything but hesitant. It was heated, passionate, and filled with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs. His hands, firm and commanding, cupped your face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your heart pound wildly. The world around you blurred and disappeared, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the electricity crackling between you.

Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Oliver's hands slid down to your waist, guiding you with a confidence that left no room for second-guessing. With a slight shift, he maneuvered you to straddle his lap, his strength evident as he adjusted your position as though you weighed nothing at all. Your knees pressed into the soft leather of his chair as you braced yourself on his shoulders, your breaths coming in shallow, rapid bursts.

His hands found their way to your hips, gripping you firmly as though grounding you in the moment. But he didn't stop there. His fingers moved lower, kneading your curves with a mix of control and reverence, until they rested on the swell of your ass. His touch was possessive, his palms squeezing with a deliberate pressure that sent shivers racing down your spine.

Your body pressed closer against his, and that's when you felt it— his dick—hard, undeniable, and pressing against you with a need that matched the fire in his kiss. A quiet gasp escaped your lips as he tilted his hips slightly, guiding you against him with a motion that made the heat between you both nearly unbearable. His hands urged you to move, rolling your hips against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm that left no doubt about his desire for you.

The friction was electric, a spark that ignited something primal within you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your lips parting to let him take the lead as his kiss grew deeper, more consuming. His tongue teased yours, each movement of his lips and hands drawing you further into the whirlwind of his passion.

"Oliver..." you murmured breathlessly against his lips, your voice barely audible. But he didn't stop. If anything, your quiet plea only seemed to fuel him further. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to leave you tingling, and he pressed you down harder against him, making sure you felt every inch of him.

The sensation was overwhelming, his touch, his kiss, the way he looked at you with a gaze that burned with both desire and something deeper, something more tender. It wasn't just lust—it was connection, raw and unfiltered, as though the barriers between you both had finally shattered.

In that moment, there was no office, no mayoral responsibilities, no rules or consequences. There was only Oliver, his body against yours, his hands guiding you, and the all-consuming pull that neither of you could resist.

Your fingers moved almost instinctively, as though they had a mind of their own, reaching up to loosen Oliver's perfectly knotted tie. The soft silk slipped through your fingers, and with each tug, you felt a thrill rush through you at the sight of his reaction. Oliver's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with delight as he watched you work. There was something utterly magnetic about his gaze, the way it locked onto you with unrelenting focus, making you feel like you were the only person in his world at that moment.

"Taking charge, are we?" he teased, his voice low and rich with amusement, though the heat in his tone betrayed just how much he was enjoying this.

You didn't respond, not with words at least. Instead, you let the tie fall free, the fabric sliding between your fingers as you dropped it onto the desk behind him. The small act felt bolder than it should have, but the way his smile deepened, his sharp jawline relaxing just slightly, made your pulse quicken.

Your fingers hesitated for just a beat before moving to the top button of his crisp white shirt. As you slipped it free, your fingertips brushed lightly against the warm skin of his chest, and you felt him draw in a slow, deliberate breath. The air between you seemed to crackle, the quiet tension growing with every passing second. You glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his, and the intensity in his gaze sent a shiver racing down your spine.

Encouraged by the way he was watching you, you continued. One button became two, then three, and with each flick of your fingers, more of his chest was revealed. The smooth, taut skin beneath his shirt was a distraction all its own, and the heat radiating from his body only seemed to amplify the electricity between you. His collar loosened, exposing just a hint of his collarbone, and you couldn't help but let your fingertips trail lightly against the edge of the fabric as you worked your way downward.

Oliver's hands moved to rest gently on your hips, his touch grounding you even as your heart raced. "You're full of surprises," he murmured, his voice quieter now, softer, but no less filled with that unmistakable heat. His smile had turned from playful to something deeper, something laced with admiration and desire.

As you undid the next button, the edges of his shirt began to fall open, revealing more of his toned chest, and you couldn't help but let your fingers linger for a moment, brushing against the smooth lines of his skin. His muscles tensed slightly under your touch, and his eyes darkened, the playful glint replaced by something far more intense.

You were acutely aware of the closeness between you, the way his breath mingled with yours as you leaned closer, your fingers still working on the remaining buttons. The quiet intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, each small movement drawing you both deeper into uncharted territory. With every undone button, every fleeting touch, the barriers between you seemed to fall away, leaving only the undeniable connection that neither of you could ignore.

Oliver's lips crashed against yours with renewed intensity, his kiss deep and commanding as he lifted you effortlessly by your legs. You barely had time to gasp before he was standing, his strong arms supporting you as if you weighed nothing, and placing you on the cool, polished surface of the desk. The sudden shift in position sent a rush of heat through you, but practicality took over for a brief moment as you broke the kiss to hurriedly push the paperwork to the side.

The sound of the papers scattering across the desk made him chuckle, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Really?" he teased, his voice low and filled with amusement.

"Shut up," you shot back playfully, grabbing his face and pulling him back into another kiss before he could say anything else. Your lips silenced his laughter, and his hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk. The kiss was fiery and relentless, leaving you breathless as your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan softly against your mouth.

Then Oliver broke the kiss, leaving you gasping for air as his lips trailed down your jawline and onto your neck. His hot breath sent shivers racing down your spine, and the scrape of his stubble against your skin made your heart race. His hands, steady and deliberate, found the buttons of your shirt, and you felt the subtle tug as he began to undo them one by one. There was no rush in his movements—each button was undone slowly, almost torturously, as though he wanted you to feel every second of the moment. His lips followed the path of his fingers, brushing against the newly exposed skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Your hands, seemingly acting of their own accord, moved to his waist. You fumbled slightly as you found his belt buckle, your fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and urgency. The clink of the metal as you unfastened it filled the quiet space around you, and you wasted no time pulling the zipper of his tailored pants down.

The pants slipped down his hips, falling into a crumpled heap around his feet, revealing a pair of tight black briefs that left very little to the imagination. Your breath hitched as your eyes were immediately drawn to the prominent bulge straining against the fabric, impossible to ignore. The sheer size of him made your pulse quicken, and a faint blush rose to your cheeks as your gaze lingered. He was rock-hard, his dick was pressing against the material, begging to be freed from its confines. The sight alone was enough to make your thighs press together, a rush of heat pooling low in your abdomen.

Oliver caught the way you were staring, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk. "See something you like?" he asked, his voice dripping with amusement and desire as he continued working on the last few buttons of your shirt.

You didn't answer—words felt unnecessary. Instead, you reached out, your fingers grazing over the waistband of his briefs, your touch tentative yet deliberate. The sensation of his hard length beneath your fingertips made him exhale sharply, his movements pausing briefly as though savoring the contact. The tension between you was palpable, every touch, every glance fanning the flames of a fire that had been building for far too long.

With a deliberate tug, you slid Oliver's briefs down, revealing him in all his glory. His nine-inch dick sprang free, thick, hard, and pulsing with need. The sight of him, fully aroused, made your breath hitch, your eyes lingering for a moment as you took him in. You bit your lip, a mixture of nervous anticipation and sheer desire coursing through you, before glancing up to meet his eyes. The way he looked at you—raw, hungry, and utterly captivated—only fueled your confidence.

Without breaking eye contact, you placed a hand on his chest and gave him a gentle push, urging him back into his chair. He complied willingly, sinking into the plush leather, his gaze never leaving yours. His lips curled into a faint smirk, but there was a flicker of tension in his jaw as though the anticipation was almost too much for him.

You slowly sank to your knees in front of him, your hands trailing down his thighs as you positioned yourself between them. The power dynamic had shifted slightly now, the usually confident and composed Oliver watching you with uncharacteristic vulnerability. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair as he waited for your next move.

Your hand reached out to wrap around the base of his shaft, your fingers barely managing to encircle his impressive girth. His skin was warm to the touch, the velvety smoothness contrasting with the hardness beneath. You gave him a tentative stroke, marveling at the way his body responded to you, the way his hips shifted slightly at your touch.

Leaning forward, you let your tongue dart out, flicking it lightly against the head of his dick. His sharp intake of breath was music to your ears, and the faint groan that followed sent a thrill rushing through you. Encouraged, you let your tongue trail along the length of him, your movements slow and deliberate as you tasted him for the first time. The salty, masculine flavor was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but savor every inch.

"God," Oliver murmured, his voice rough and strained. His hands twitched on the armrests, as though fighting the urge to grab you and take control. But he didn't—he let you set the pace, his trust in you evident in the way he surrendered to the moment.

With one last teasing lick, you parted your lips and took him into your mouth, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, but you relished the challenge, the way he filled you completely. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you began to move, your tongue swirling around him with each stroke.

Oliver's reaction was immediate. His head fell back against the chair, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips. "You're... amazing," he managed to say, his voice heavy with pleasure. His hands left the armrests, one of them tangling in your hair as though he needed something to anchor himself.

You glanced up at him as you worked, his jaw clenched and his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. The sight of him, undone and vulnerable, sent a wave of satisfaction coursing through you. You adjusted your angle, taking him deeper, and the way his grip tightened in your hair told you exactly how much he appreciated it.

The rhythm you set was slow at first, deliberate and teasing, but as his moans grew louder and his hips began to move in sync with you, you quickened your pace. The room was filled with the sounds of his pleasure, the quiet groans and gasps that made it clear you had him completely under your control. Every movement, every flick of your tongue, every pull of your lips was designed to drive him closer to the edge—and judging by the tension in his body, you were succeeding.

Suddenly, you pulled away, letting his length slip from your lips as you caught your breath. The moment lingered, both of you flushed and panting, the heat between you almost unbearable. Without a word, you rose to your feet, your movements deliberate, your eyes locked onto Oliver's. His gaze followed you intently, dark and filled with desire, as though he could hardly wait to see what you'd do next.

Your hands moved to your belt, the faint sound of the buckle clicking open breaking the tense silence in the room. Slowly, purposefully, you slid the leather strap free and let it drop to the floor. Oliver's lips parted slightly, his chest heaving as he watched you with rapt attention. You moved to your pants next, unbuttoning and unzipping them with agonizing slowness, letting them fall to pool at your feet. With one final motion, you slid your briefs down, freeing yourself completely.

Your length sprang free, hard and ready, the cool air sending a slight shiver down your spine. Oliver's eyes flickered down, his gaze darkening even further as he took you in. A low, appreciative growl escaped his lips, and you felt a rush of satisfaction at the way he looked at you, his hunger evident in every line of his body.

Without hesitation, you climbed back onto his lap, straddling him. Your thighs pressed against his hips as his strong hands immediately found their place on your waist, gripping you possessively. His fingers dug into your skin just enough to make you gasp, the pressure grounding you as you shifted into place.

Oliver let out a guttural groan as your length grazed against his, the contact sending a jolt of electricity through both of you. The heat and hardness of his arousal pressed against yours, the friction intoxicating as you rolled your hips slightly. The faint slickness between your bodies only heightened the sensation, and you couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped your lips as your movements grew more deliberate.

"Damn," Oliver muttered, his voice rough and low as he tilted his head back slightly, his grip on your waist tightening. His usual composure was gone, replaced by pure, unfiltered desire. "You're going to make me cum."

You smirked, leaning forward just enough for your breath to ghost against his ear. "That's the idea," you teased, your voice soft but dripping with mischief.

Oliver growled again, his hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly. With an ease that spoke to his strength, he lifted you slightly, aligning you above him. The heat of his length pressed against your hole, and you felt a pulse of anticipation ripple through you. He held you there for a moment, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

"You ready for this?" he asked, his voice rough but gentle, a stark contrast to the raw desire in his gaze. His hands steadied you, his touch a perfect mix of control and care.

You nodded, your lips parting as your breath hitched. "Always," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

With that, Oliver guided you down slowly, the pressure building as he pushed against you. The stretch was intense, but his firm, steady hands on your hips kept you grounded, helping you adjust inch by inch. The combination of his strength and gentleness left you breathless, and you couldn't help but marvel at the way he seemed to read your body so effortlessly.

As you sank lower, the feeling of him filling you completely sent a wave of pleasure through you, making you gasp and clutch at his shoulders for support. Oliver let out a deep, satisfied groan, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he finally buried himself within you. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, every nerve ending in your body alive with sensation as you both paused, letting the raw, intimate connection settle over you..

Oliver's lips claimed yours once more, a kiss that was deep and fervent, filled with passion that left you breathless. His hands remained firmly on your hips, his grip strong and steady, guiding your movements as you began to lift yourself slowly. The sensation of him inside you was intense, every inch of his length pressing against you in a way that made your entire body tremble.

You moved cautiously at first, rising up just enough for the stretch to ease before sinking back down, taking him in again. The friction was exquisite, a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your breath hitch with every motion. Oliver groaned against your lips, the low, guttural sound reverberating through you and spurring you on. His fingers dug into your hips, not enough to hurt but enough to ground you, to remind you of the control he still held even as he let you set the pace.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, you gasped for air, your hands braced against his shoulders for balance. His gaze met yours, piercing and filled with a hunger that sent a shiver racing down your spine. He leaned forward, capturing your lips again, his tongue teasing yours as your movements grew more confident, more fluid. Each rise and fall of your body sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, the connection between you both deepening with every thrust.

Oliver's head fell back against the chair, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a groan escaped him. "You feel... so damn good," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. The praise only fueled you, making you move faster, your hips rolling as you adjusted to the rhythm that had both of you teetering on the edge.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed beneath your hands as you rode him, the heat radiating from his skin. His hands slid from your hips to your lower back, pulling you closer against him as if he couldn't bear to have even the slightest bit of space between you. His lips found your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity through your body.

"Oliver..." you gasped, the sound of his name escaping your lips in a breathless moan. He responded with another low growl, his hands gripping you tighter as he began to meet your movements, thrusting up to match your rhythm. The chair creaked beneath you both, the quiet sound lost in the symphony of your ragged breaths and the unmistakable sounds of your bodies moving together.

Each motion brought a fresh wave of heat, the pressure building with every rise and fall. The connection between you was raw and consuming, the kind of intensity that blurred the world around you until there was nothing left but him—his touch, his kiss, and the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

Oliver's lips found yours again, his kiss searing and desperate, as if he needed to feel every part of you, to lose himself completely in the moment. And you let him, your movements growing bolder, faster, as you gave yourself over to the intoxicating rhythm of pleasure and passion that bound you both together.

You never imagined yourself in a situation like this—having sex in an office, no less the mayor's office—and with the mayor himself. The fact that Oliver Queen, your unofficial boyfriend, was the one making you unravel so completely felt like something out of a fever dream. But here you were, straddling him in his plush leather chair, your bodies moving together in a rhythm that sent shivers down your spine. The taboo nature of it all—the high-powered setting, the risk of someone walking in—only seemed to heighten the intensity, making every sensation feel sharper, more electrifying.

The thought of the unlocked door barely crossed your mind. If it had, you didn't care enough to stop. The pleasure coursing through you was too overwhelming, too consuming, to let the fear of being caught disrupt the moment. Oliver's hands gripped your hips possessively, guiding you as you moved, his strength grounding you even as your world felt like it was spinning out of control.

His head tilted back slightly, exposing the sharp angle of his jaw as he groaned deeply, the sound echoing through the otherwise empty office. His usually composed and polished demeanor had completely unraveled, leaving behind only the raw, passionate man beneath. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and intense, filled with a hunger that made your breath hitch. The way he looked at you—as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered—sent a rush of heat through your body.

"You're doing so good," he murmured, his voice rough and low, each word dripping with sincerity and desire. His praise sent a jolt of pleasure through you, spurring you to move faster, to take him deeper, to draw even more sounds of pleasure from his lips.

The documents behind you probably held the future of Star City in their inked words, but they were the farthest thing from your mind. All you could focus on was the way Oliver's hands explored your body, the way his lips occasionally captured yours in a searing kiss, the way his dick filled you completely with every movement.

The faint hum of city noise from the windows seemed a distant backdrop to the symphony of your shared breaths, quiet moans, and the creak of the chair beneath you. The unlocked door stood as a silent reminder of just how risky this was, but it only added to the thrill. Anyone could walk in—his other assistant, a council member, even Thea—and yet neither of you could bring yourselves to stop.

The sheer recklessness of the moment made it all the more exhilarating. The polished, professional space of the office felt almost surreal as a backdrop to something so intimate, so primal. This was the same place where press conferences were planned and city policies were crafted, and now it bore witness to a completely different kind of connection—a connection that was raw, electric, and undeniable.

You hadn't planned for this, hadn't expected to find yourself in a whirlwind romance with Star City's most powerful man. Yet, as you moved together, his hands gripping you tighter, his name falling from your lips in a breathless moan, you realized you wouldn't trade this moment for anything. Locked door or not, the passion between you was too powerful, too consuming, to be denied.

Suddenly, Oliver's eyes darkened with a new intensity, a spark of determination flickering across his face. Without a word, he tightened his grip on your hips, and in one fluid motion, he stood, his incredible strength evident as he lifted you effortlessly from his lap. The movement made you gasp, your body clinging to his as his dick stayed buried deep inside of you, the sensation making your head spin.

Before you could fully process what was happening, he turned and laid you down flat on the cool, polished surface of his desk. The contrast between the hard surface beneath you and the heat radiating from his body was electric, sending a shiver racing down your spine. Papers and folders scattered to the floor, forgotten in the haze of passion, as Oliver positioned himself over you, his hands firm and commanding as he held your legs in each of his hands.

He pushed your thighs apart, lifting your legs slightly to give himself the perfect angle. The possessiveness in his touch sent a thrill through you, making you feel utterly exposed yet completely safe at the same time. His grip was steady, his fingers pressing into your skin as he adjusted your position, and you couldn't help but marvel at the raw power in his every movement.

Without hesitation, Oliver began to thrust into you, his pace quickening with a new fervor that left you gasping for breath. The desk creaked slightly beneath the force of his movements, the sound mingling with the quiet moans and gasps that spilled from your lips with every powerful stroke. Each thrust was deliberate, his hips snapping against you with a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure radiating through your entire body.

"God, you feel so good," Oliver groaned, his voice rough and strained, every word dripping with raw desire. His gaze flickered between where your bodies were joined and your face, his expression a mix of concentration and unrelenting hunger. His intensity was overwhelming, consuming, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him.

Your hands instinctively reached out, gripping the edge of the desk for support as his thrusts grew deeper, harder, the angle sending shockwaves of pleasure straight through you. The fullness of him, the way he moved with such precision, made your head fall back, your lips parting in a breathless moan. Oliver leaned over you slightly, his strong hands keeping your legs steady as he drove into you with a pace that bordered on relentless.

The sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of desire that drowned out everything else. Each thrust sent the desk sliding ever so slightly against the floor, a subtle reminder of the raw power behind Oliver's movements. His hands shifted slightly, his grip tightening as he adjusted the angle again, hitting a spot that made your entire body arch in response.

"Oliver!" you cried out, his name escaping your lips in a breathless moan as pleasure coursed through you like fire. He grinned at the sound, his usual smirk replaced with something darker, more primal.

"I love hearing that," he muttered, his voice low and gravelly as his pace quickened even further. His fingers dug into your thighs, anchoring you to him as he drove you closer to the edge. Each thrust was purposeful, each movement designed to wring every ounce of pleasure from your body, and you couldn't stop yourself from surrendering completely to him.

The desk beneath you seemed almost insignificant compared to the connection between you both, the way he moved, the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing in the world that mattered. The vulnerability of your position, the strength of his control—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly perfect.

The pressure in your body had been building steadily, each thrust of Oliver's hips pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your fingers curling tightly around the edge of the desk as the overwhelming pleasure coursed through you, making your entire body tremble. The intensity was almost too much, each wave of sensation crashing over you faster than the last, until you felt yourself teetering on the brink.

With one final thrust, the tension inside you snapped. Your back arched off the desk, your head falling back as a guttural moan escaped your lips. Heat rushed through you, your cum spilling out in hot, pulsing streams against your stomach, the release leaving you breathless and utterly consumed. The slick warmth spread across your skin, a stark contrast to the cool air of the office. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body.

Oliver slowed his movements for a moment, his gaze dropping to your stomach, where your cum glistened against your skin. His lips curled into a satisfied smile, the dark, hungry gleam in his eyes telling you just how much he enjoyed watching you come undone beneath him.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough and low, filled with both admiration and desire. But he wasn't done yet.

His hands tightened their grip on your legs, holding you firmly in place as he resumed his thrusts, this time with a newfound urgency. His movements grew faster, more erratic, the sound of his hips snapping against you filling the room as he chased his own release. The sight of you, still trembling from your climax, seemed to spur him on, his breathing ragged and heavy as he drove into you with relentless intensity.

The raw power of his movements left you gasping, your body still hypersensitive from your own pleasure. Each thrust sent another jolt through you, the rhythm pushing you to the edge of overstimulation even as it brought him closer to his peak. His head fell forward slightly, his jaw clenched, and his hands flexed against your skin as his pace quickened.

"God," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice rough and strained as the tension in his body built. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his muscles taut as he edged closer and closer. His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a fiery intensity that made your breath hitch, and you knew he was seconds away from unraveling completely.

With one final, powerful thrust, his body tensed, his head tilting back as he let out a deep, guttural groan. His release came in hot, pulsing waves, filling your hole completely as his hands gripped you tightly, as though anchoring himself in the moment. The warmth of him, the way his body trembled slightly as he came, left you breathless all over again. His chest heaved with the effort, his gaze slowly returning to yours, softened now with a mix of satisfaction and something deeper, something intimate.

As the tension eased from his body, Oliver leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips—a stark contrast to the intensity of the moments before. "You're amazing," he murmured against your mouth, his voice still husky with the remnants of pleasure. The tenderness in his tone made your heart flutter, a perfect end to the wild, exhilarating ride you had just shared.

Suddenly, the faint murmur of voices drifted through the office door, snapping you out of your blissful haze. Your head whipped toward Oliver, your eyes wide with panic.

"Oh shit," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Oliver, ever calm under pressure, smirked slightly and grabbed your hand. "Come on," he said, tugging you down toward the space under the desk.

"This is not gonna work," you hissed, glancing at the scattered papers strewn across the floor—the remnants of your earlier passion—and the very visible evidence of what had just transpired. Your heart pounded as the sound of footsteps grew louder, accompanied by the unmistakable clack of heels.

The door creaked open, and you froze, crouched under the desk with Oliver. The sound of heels clicking against the floor sent a chill down your spine as the familiar voice of Thea Queen, Oliver's sister and your boss, echoed through the office.

"Ollie?" she called out, her tone sharp and inquisitive.

From your vantage point, you could see her shadow moving closer, her figure pausing as she took in the mess you'd left behind. Papers were scattered across the desk and floor, and—oh no—your pants and briefs were still in plain sight, lying in a heap next to Oliver's discarded clothing. You could only imagine the look of horror that must be dawning on her face as she pieced it together.

"Oh my god, Oliver!" Thea exclaimed, the disbelief in her voice palpable. "If you're going to have sex in your office, the least you could do is lock the damn door!"

You turned to Oliver, glaring at him with an expression that screamed, I told you so! He met your gaze with a sheepish grin and shrugged, mouthing, "Oops."

"Duly noted," Oliver replied aloud, his tone surprisingly casual for someone caught in such a compromising position. His calmness would've been impressive if you weren't on the verge of wanting to strangle him.

From her position above the desk, Thea sighed loudly, clearly exasperated. "Unbelievable," she muttered before she turned toward the door. But before leaving, she paused and glanced back over her shoulder. "Oh, and tell Y/N when you're both...dressed that those papers still need to be on my desk by the end of the day. Got it?"

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice steady. "Gotcha," you managed to reply, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

With one final huff, Thea walked out, but not before locking the door behind her. The sound of the lock clicking into place was strangely reassuring, though it did nothing to ease your mortification.

As the silence returned, you turned to Oliver, who was now sitting back on his heels under the desk, a smug smile plastered across his face. "See? Everything's under control," he said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't help the small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Oh, whatever," you replied, shaking your head as the two of you began gathering your clothes and the scattered papers. Despite the embarrassment, you couldn't deny the absurdity of the situation—or the fact that you wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Joel Miller x f!reader

Tommy wants invite Joel for double date. Joel might invite you because you two were together since QZ. He didn’t tell you about his feelings for you. You and Joel were in Jackson in their house. Joel come home to tell you that we have to go on double date. You agreed. In moments later, you and Joel done ready to go to their house for dinner. They had dinner, talked lots of stuff, everything. Then Tommy see him that he literally can’t feeling about his feelings about her. Tommy support him no matter what he decide and try to comfort you as he could. You talk to Tommy wife that everything seem fine as usual. Joel wants to talks to you in private. Just two of you and he had confessing that he could want to tell you. So much beautiful passionate kiss that he hold you deeply to his heart. *fluffiness*

(Hope you will write it, thanks and have a great day)

Double Date

PAIRING: Joel Miller x reader

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A/n:I'm sorry I haven't been active in the last week, school kept me busy, now I have more free time and I will respond to all your requests.

The evening had settled softly over Jackson as you lounged in the living room of your modest home, a cup of steaming tea cradled in your hands. Outside, the sky was streaked with the deep blues and purples of approaching night—a perfect backdrop for what was about to unfold. You and Joel had weathered so much together since those early, uncertain days back in QZ, yet tonight promised something entirely new. As you were lost in your thoughts, Joel’s familiar footsteps echoed down the hall. He entered with his usual quiet confidence, though there was a spark in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a gentle smile, “we’ve got plans tonight.” You looked up, curious. “Plans? What do you mean?” Joel’s voice was low, almost tentative. “Tommy’s inviting us on a double date. He thinks it’d be good for all of us—to spend some time together, just enjoying the evening.”

A flicker of surprise danced across your face. “A double date? With Tommy and…?” “Yeah, with him and his wife,” Joel replied, his tone light despite the undercurrent of something deeper. “I know it might seem sudden, but Tommy’s been nudging me about it for a while now. Thought it might be nice for us to go out together.”

A gentle warmth spread inside you at the idea of an evening out with friends who had become like family. “Alright,” you said softly, setting your cup aside. “Let’s do it.”

Within a short while, both of you were ready—Joel in his worn denim and flannel, comfortable yet smart, and you in an outfit that felt both effortless and special. The drive to Tommy’s house was filled with the quiet hum of the engine and soft conversation punctuated by moments of reflective silence.

“I can’t believe we’ve been through so much since those QZ days,” Joel remarked, his gaze fixed out the window. “But every day, with you, I feel like I’m learning how to live again.” You reached over and squeezed his hand. “I feel the same way, Joel. Even on the darkest days, there was always something that made me hold on… and that something was you.”

At Tommy’s place, the door swung open to reveal a warm, bustling home. Tommy greeted you both with a wide grin and a hearty embrace. “Joel! And you must be…” he said, turning to you with a twinkle in his eye. “Welcome, welcome! I’m so glad you could make it.” Tommy’s wife, whose kind eyes mirrored her husband’s warmth, stepped forward. “It’s wonderful to see you again. Tonight’s all about good food, good company, and good conversation,” she said, extending a hand that you gladly accepted.

Dinner was laid out on a large wooden table, each dish a testament to the care and love that filled Tommy’s home. As you all sat down, the clink of cutlery and the gentle murmur of conversation created an intimate atmosphere. Tommy couldn’t help but launch into a story as soon as everyone had a plate piled high with food. “Remember that storm back at QZ?” he began, laughing at the memory. “We all huddled together in that cramped shelter, and you two managed to turn it into a full-blown impromptu party!”

Joel chuckled, exchanging a look with you that spoke volumes of shared memories. “Yeah,” he said softly, “it wasn’t exactly a party by any standard, but it sure felt like one when we were together.” You added, “I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.”

Throughout dinner, laughter mingled with heartfelt exchanges. Between bites and sips of wine, dialogue flowed effortlessly. Tommy’s wife, with her perceptive nature, eventually leaned over to you during a lull. “You know, I can tell there’s something more in the way Joel looks at you tonight. It’s as if he’s about to say something important.” Her words sent a ripple of anticipation through you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you recalled the lingering glances Joel had been giving you throughout the evening.

Meanwhile, Tommy’s jovial demeanor never wavered. He clapped Joel on the back with a knowing grin. “Don’t worry, man. I’ve seen that look before, and trust me—it’s a good one.” Joel’s eyes flickered for a moment, betraying a hint of vulnerability before he regained his usual composure. Yet you could tell that something had shifted tonight.

After the plates had been cleared and the dishes washed away, the group drifted into more intimate conversations in the cozy living area. The sound of gentle music played in the background as stories of the past mixed with dreams for the future. At one point, Tommy pulled you aside, his tone light but earnest. “Everything okay?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours. You smiled reassuringly. “Everything’s fine. Tonight’s been perfect.” He nodded, then added, “Joel’s been carrying something heavy on his mind. I think he’s been wanting to say something to you for a long time.”

Before you could ask further, Joel excused himself with a soft, “I need a minute—just us,” and led you out onto the back porch. The night air was cool and calm, the stars scattered across the sky like diamonds on velvet. Here, away from the soft chatter of friends and the warmth of the living room, it was just the two of you, the quiet, and the stirring of long-held emotions.

You both found a secluded spot beneath an ancient oak tree, its branches swaying gently in the night breeze. Joel’s eyes, usually so guarded, now shone with a tender intensity. “I need to tell you something,” he began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. “I’ve been holding back a lot of feelings for so long. I never really knew how to say it, but tonight… tonight everything feels so clear.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a tentative step closer. “Joel, what is it?” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

He swallowed, his gaze dropping for a moment before returning to meet yours. “I love you. I’ve loved you since the days we stuck together in QZ, when the world felt so uncertain. Every day, every moment with you, has confirmed it—even when I didn’t have the courage to admit it to myself.” There was a fragile sincerity in his tone, as if he were laying his soul bare before you.

Tears welled in your eyes as his words sank in. “Joel… I had no idea,” you murmured. “I always felt something between us, but I was so scared to hope that it meant… I mean, I never imagined you felt the same.”

He reached out, gently cupping your cheek. “I was scared, too,” he admitted softly. “I didn’t want to risk what we have. I thought if I said it out loud, I might break the fragile balance that kept us together. But tonight, seeing you here, laughing with our friends, and feeling the way you look at me—I can’t keep pretending that everything is just fine when my heart is screaming for you.”

In that moment, the soft glow of the porch light and the twinkling stars bore witness to a confession that had been years in the making. “I love you, too, Joel,” you said, your voice barely audible over the quiet rustle of the leaves. “I’ve loved you for so long, even when I was too afraid to say it out loud. Being with you feels like coming home.”

The silence that followed was filled with unspoken promises, every heartbeat echoing the truth of your shared confession. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, Joel leaned in. His lips met yours in a kiss that was as gentle as a whisper yet as intense as a storm. Time seemed to suspend; every worry, every past hesitation, melted away in the warmth of that embrace. His arms wrapped around you, holding you as though he feared you might vanish if he let go, and in that kiss lay years of hidden longing and unspoken devotion.

When you finally broke apart, the world seemed somehow both smaller and infinitely larger—each star in the sky a silent witness to the love that had blossomed between you. “Thank you,” Joel breathed, his forehead resting against yours. “Thank you for understanding, for loving me back.” You smiled, wiping away a stray tear with the back of your hand. “I promise, Joel, I’m here for you. Always.”

You both stepped back inside to rejoin your friends, and as you did, you noticed Tommy giving Joel a knowing nod and a gentle pat on the shoulder. “That’s what I call a real double date win,” he teased quietly, a proud smile on his face. His wife, her eyes alight with quiet joy, added, “It’s a beautiful thing to see love in its truest form.” Their support, warm and unwavering, wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.

As the night drew on, the conversation turned reflective. Seated together on a worn couch near a window that framed the night sky, the group talked about dreams for the future, the small hopes that kept everyone going in a world that could be so unforgiving. Joel, his earlier vulnerability now transformed into a serene confidence, spoke of building a life grounded in trust and genuine affection. “I want to build something real,” he said softly. “A life where we’re not just surviving, but truly living—together.”

You exchanged glances with Tommy, who gave you an encouraging smile, as if to say that love in all its forms was worth cherishing, even when it defied expectations. “We all have our battles,” Tommy remarked, his tone both light and sincere, “but moments like these remind us that sometimes, the hardest fights lead to the most beautiful victories.”

The evening’s magic lingered even as the group began to disperse. Outside, under the vast expanse of a starlit sky, you and Joel walked slowly along a quiet path that wound around the edge of town. The cool night air mingled with the warmth still radiating from your shared embrace, and every step felt like a promise of things to come.

“I never imagined that tonight would change everything,” Joel said softly as you strolled side by side. “I always thought I was content to keep things quiet, safe. But with you, I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want the world to know that I’m not just surviving—I’m in love, and it feels like I’m finally living.” You looked up at him, your heart full. “I feel that too,” you replied. “It’s like every hardship we endured was leading us to this moment, to this truth. And now that it’s out in the open, nothing can hold us back.”

Joel stopped for a moment, turning to face you fully. “I know we’ve faced more than our share of darkness, but with you by my side, I see light in every corner. I’m ready to take every risk, every uncertain step, as long as it leads us forward together.” You squeezed his hand, the silence between you filled with mutual understanding and the gentle hum of possibility.

As the night deepened, the two of you found solace in shared dreams and quiet laughter. Each whispered word, each shared smile, cemented the bond that had been growing all along—a bond that transcended fear and doubt, rooted in every challenge you’d overcome. The world around you might be unpredictable, but this truth—your love for one another—was something solid and unyielding.

Finally, as you reached the edge of the path where your home beckoned in the distance, Joel pulled you close once more. “Tonight, I gave you my heart without hesitation,” he murmured against your hair. “And I promise that I’ll keep it safe, nurturing it every day, no matter what comes our way.” You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoing your own. “I promise, too,” you whispered. “We’re in this together, now and always.”

In the days that followed, the memory of that night became a cherished secret between you. The warmth of Joel’s confession and the tender intimacy of that kiss lingered in every shared glance and quiet conversation. Whether you were spending lazy mornings in the kitchen or walking hand in hand along Jackson’s quiet streets, the knowledge that your love had finally been spoken aloud filled every moment with a new kind of beauty.

And sometimes, when the night was particularly still, you’d catch Joel’s eyes lingering on you with that familiar, gentle tenderness—a silent reminder of the promises made under the stars. Every day was a quiet celebration of that transformative evening, a reminder that even in a world that had known so much loss, love had found a way to bloom again.

Tommy and his wife continued to be a constant source of support and light in your lives, their own relationship a testament to the strength found in vulnerability. On more than one occasion, over cups of strong coffee or during shared walks through town, they’d exchange knowing smiles as if to say, “Love wins—even when it’s hard.”

In the end, that double date wasn’t just an evening out. It was the moment everything shifted—when the weight of unspoken words was lifted, and the truth of your hearts was set free. And as you and Joel navigated the complexities of life in Jackson, you did so with the firm belief that no matter how rough the road might be, you’d always have each other to come home to.

That night, and every night thereafter, was a testament to the enduring power of love—a love that had taken years to find its voice but, once spoken, resonated with the certainty of a promise kept.

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mx-pastelwriting · 1 year ago

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Volturi Kings HC - Finding out their a vampire

Volturi Kings x GN! Reader

Summary: Finding out their a vampire.

Warnings: Fluff, Established a Relationship, Vampire bitting, Mentions of blood, Some fluff

Characters: Aro Volturi, Marcus Volturi, Caius Volturi, Carlisle Cullen

Aro Volturi

- Waltzing across the castle's ballroom, taking your hand and body in lead as you two talked away, he'd make you feel like a real royal as you floated through the dance, not knowing what his mind raced on since meeting you.

- All of your dates consisted of activities that didn't involve food, yet it never made you question as to why being blinded by his entirety, never guess his next words to you.

- Loving every bit of his oddity, taking his words as a joke, kissing his icy lips lending him an opportunity of proof in cutting your lip with his sharp teeth.

- With the sting of pain on your lip watching as he smiles to your shock, smashing his lips onto yours once again, tasting the blood from the cut.

- Kissing back, he'd see it as acceptance causing him to pull you closer into his arms, feeling as his cold hands cupped your face, giving all of his love in that moment on the rush of tasting your blood.

Feeling the contrast of heat and icy skin, you bit back a moan of enjoyment, but just as quickly as it came, it went. Aro looked at your face, seeing the masterpiece of your bloody lip, with his help in painting it across your lips.

Seeing as he smirked with the same copy of his work, but quickly he licked it away, making you both laugh, not questioning him only letting your love bloom further with another dance across the dance floor, not caring for the sacred musicians in the corner as they played away once more.

Caius

- Having every intention of telling you, though not caring to when, his cold touch to your hand as you both stare forward getting your painting done.

- Watching as the painter turned the canvas, showing you the oiled painting of you both, looking back to Caius seeing as he frowned. Giving his thoughts on your cheeks needing to be more flushed, the painter nodded, going back to work.

- Seeing that it was only you who needed to be worked on more, Caius turned his head to you, fighting the urge to look into his red jewel-like eyes. Flushing as he moved closer to your neck, his breath echoing off your neck.

- Pain struck your neck making your body rush as his cold hands pulled you closer. Feeling as Caius's hands gently held your body to him, almost putting your body at ease.

- Just as it came, you looked face-to-face with your lover, seeing as his lips were colored in your blood. Hearing his next words, you looked to the painter, who turned the canvas to the two of you, making Caius even more satisfied.

As his sharp teeth dug into your tender skin, drinking away, returning the favor in digging your nails into his arm, still not changing his gentle touch that wrapped to pull you in.

Slightly tightening his grip as if in excitement to your cries of pain, as his teeth break away, he kisses the bite, leaving it swollen. Moving your head to look up to his red eyes, seeing as they grew bright matching his glowing smirk.

Marcus

- Never intended on telling you, but as your time was mostly spent in the castle library, it was inevitable getting a hand on a book of tales of vampires unraveling the surface of his being.

- Giving the book to him as you preferred his somber voice, laying on his quiet chest, ready to hear his tale, but instead speaking of his own story as a creature of the night.

- Listening stiffly against his chest as his voice echoes through his chest, not reading from the book, only from his infinite brain telling of his transformation.

- Every detail shocked you but kept you enthralled as the story moved on, hearing the times and places of his journeys, not holding back as the book of truth no longer having to fight within his head about you being human, as this opened the door of eternal love.

- Hours later, absorbing his words not looking up to your handsome lover, his shoulder visibly lifted as his cold hands held your hands as he went on, almost lulling you to sleep.

Looking to your glowing lover as the sunset shines through the arched window, his hair and eyes perfect, seeing how he pulled you in even now with the soothing words of his life.

Finishing his last words, looking down at your tired face, seeing as he was in his mind, airing out his empty chest, nothing else mattered to him, not even what your thoughts were to him. Only seeing as you still felt comfortable falling asleep on his chest after telling you the tales of his sins over his long life.

Carlisle

- Dating for a good amount of time, sharing many days with each other, and yet knowing little about him, through the time of your relationship never had he eaten in front of you, brushing it off to his busy life.

- Never leaving your mind only as it slowly feeds onto the things that stuck out to you, finally having enough with questions that needed answers, you sat him down after your date night.

- Comforting him as his amber eyes softened hearing your words, wanting to protect you, but with your relationship on the line, he risked something greater, your lives.

- Starting slowly, he told you everything he could in very few words, fearing that if not, you would run off before hearing the whole truth. Soothing your feelings, no matter what your reaction is, with his silken voice that drowns out any fear or doubt.

- Feeling as though you were floating out of your body, not taking in the sun hitting his skin, watching it shine, taking away your breath.

Taking in your lover's new appearance, seeing how his glowing skin looked perfectly with his blonde and amber eyes as he spoke with such grace. Stunned to your seat on the bed, realizing all of what he had brought you into—a world of chilled-skinned beings that would kill to not have you know.

Breaking you from the daze with icy lips on your cheek while cupping the other, as your eyes followed him as he stood up with the familiar warm smile.

Let me know if you like it this way compared to how I did this one: First time in bed, I did it more in writing style and not just telling, so do please let me know which you prefer.

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 1 year ago

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can I request a Vox x reader fluff where they've both been struggling to come to terms with their feelings but when something (you can decide what) happens and the reader gets hurt really badly, he confesses

ANOOOOOOOOON!! YOU. GET ME. SO GOOD. HOW DARE YOU HIT ME UP WITH ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES?? Literally, give this trope to me as many times as yall want. I'll find a million ways to write it. Reap the repercussions and enjoy the food you beautiful homie, you!

Star-Crossed Idiots [Vox x Reader]

Vox refused to believe it.

Velvette had been the one to call him out on his shit first. Unlike him, she had a semblance of emotional maturity that meant she was perceptive to shit that flew over his head entirely. While he didn't understand why he found himself going out of his way to spend time with you, Velvette figured it out in a matter of days. The very fact that he had kept his involvement with you a secret was suspicious in itself. Not to mention, Velvette realized before he did. When she discovered his feelings for you, she found it hilarious. And a touch pathetic.

"I mean really Vox, you have zero reason to even know them," Velvette scoffed as she sipped on the frappuccino he had used to buy her silence. Things were already messy enough with Valentino. He had no intention of the pissy moth hearing of this until whatever this was, was sorted.

"Yet you constantly check in on their phone activity, go out of your way to run into them on the streets, and now they're even working for you just because your needy ass wanted an excuse to see them on the regular," Velvette listed as Vox did everything in his power to avoid eye contact.

Vox buried his face in his hands and groaned while Velvette rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't it just be easier to ask them out at this point? I love you, darling, but you're making this so much more complicated than it needs to be."

"No," Vox growled as he looked up and shot her a warning glare. "Do you have any idea how much shit we'd be in if I just started dating some random sinner? And that's only if the feelings were mutual."

He ran his hand down his screen with a huff, turning to look at Vark swimming up to the glass. While Vox had originally had the aquarium extend to the meeting rooms for a sense of looming intimidation, he'd found quite a bit of comfort in his sharks being able to follow him through the tower.

"Look, for all we know, I'm just pent up," Vox tried to reason. It sounded fake, even to his own ears, but he was in denial. There was too much bullshit he'd have to face if he really was as whipped for you as he feared. "It's been a shit couple of weeks. I probably just need a break and a good fuck and this will all be something you make fun of me about next week for ever entertaining in the first place."

Velvette shook her head, sighing as she pulled out her phone and started to scroll.

"Whatever you say."

---

You refused to believe it.

There was no way you fell for Vox of all people. For starters, you told yourself you'd never love again! Every time you'd tried, disaster followed. It didn't help that any potential match was one to be made in Hell. Granted, you knew not everyone in Hell was bad. There were a lot of sinners who you firmly believed belonged in Heaven or some sort of equivalent.

But even so... Vox was definitely not one of those people. Not that that was the important part or truly mattered. You were no saint either, you were also in Hell.

"I don't see what the big deal is toots," Angel Dust sighed as he watched you give Fat Nuggets attention to keep your hands busy through the stress. "There are worse people to have a crush on."

"There's better too," you whined. "I'd rather not have a crush at all," you muttered bitterly as your hand continued the soothing action of petting the teacup pig.

You'd originally been on the production team for one of Valentino's studios. That was how you befriended Angel Dust and why Vox scooped you out from under Valentino to work on his own set. He told you it was because he valued someone who had an ear for audio balance, but Angel said he'd only offered you the new job after the overlord walked in on the cameraman flirting with you right before.

"Why not just fuck the guy and see if it's a matter of heart or a matter of-"

You laughed as you covered Angel's mouth with one of your hands. "Okay, okay! Don't... finish that sentence. I won't let you taint poor little Fat Nuggets ears with your porn language."

Angel snickered as you pulled back your hand. "But you see my point, right?"

"I do," you sighed. "But that's... not really my style. If anything, I think it'd just hurt to see him after something like a casual fling. The idea of him wanting my body, but not me? Yeah no. I'll choose the healthier option of repressing my feelings, thank you very much."

"I'm telling ya, he's into you," Angel groaned. "I've seen the way he is with people he thinks are hot. I've seen him with Val. You're different, toots."

You smile sadly at Angel and put Fat Nuggets down on the bed. It was clear you didn't believe Angel and he was on the verge of ripping out his fur because of it. The two of you were so unbelievably oblivious it was gonna kill him again. "Thanks, Angie but... it's okay. Really, it is."

He sighed and eventually let it go. The two of you talked about other things for a while before Charlie peeked into his room to ask for your help on something. Once you were gone, he rolled over the conversation in his mind as he tried to think of ways to get the ball rolling on your love life.

Angel shook his head with a sigh and pulled out his phone. He scooped up Fat Nuggets and flopped back in his bed as the dialing sound filled the room. The line connected, and he was quick to the point.

"Hey, I know we don't really talk, but I've got an idea."

---

"Really Angie, I don't think this was necessary," You grumbled as you tugged down on the all-too-short skirt of the outfit he'd squeezed you into.

"Oh, but it was and it is," Angel grinned as he took your hand and twirled you in the entry hall to the club. You rolled your eyes and let him spin you in jest. He'd asked you to come with him to one of your old coworkers' birthday parties.

Apparently, one of the rules was to dress like you'd get hired to dance at the club. At least, that had been Angel's excuse when you questioned why he was hovering over you as he did your hair, and makeup and held up several outfits to your body that you doubted would fit.

Despite the discomfort of getting all dolled up, you were happy he'd invited you. It had been a while since you saw your old friends. That being said, it would have been more fun if you weren't tugging down your skirt every two minutes. You weren't the only one hyperaware of how much of your skin was exposed. Nor of the way the fabric hugged your frame tightly. Several of your old friends had suggested you return to the studio with a job in front of the camera instead of in the shadows of the set.

You'd been having a good time, sticking to the corner of the room with some of your old friends to watch the drinks while the rest were out on the dance floor. One of the drunker sinners of the bunch accidentally knocked over some of the drinks while she'd been telling a story about the recent cam show she did. You volunteered to go get more napkins from the bar. One of your friends came with you to reorder the ruined drinks and the two of you had nearly pushed your way through the crowd when you heard a familiar voice call your name through the noise.

Vox didn't have to fight through the crowd the way you had. The second sinners saw the glow of his screen, they were quick to move out of his path. Your friend touched your arm, pulling your attention away from the approaching overlord. They winked at you and told you they had the drink issue handled.

When you turned, you caught Vox's screen flickering from pink to his usual blue. You had never seen any color other than the "You don't get to sleep" blue light, so you assumed it was just a trick of the flashing dance lights above.

"I didn't think you'd be here," you say to break the tension. This wasn't the first time you'd seen him in casual wear, nor was it the first time you'd seen Vox since realizing you had feelings for him. Even so, your heart was beating hard just from the sight of him.

"A-Ah yeah, well," Vox stammered as the music blared through the busy room. "Velvette wanted to drop by. She said something about wanting to check the place out as a potential venue for an upcoming show."

"Just the two of you?" you ask, perking up slightly.

"It was supposed to be," Vox chuckled dryly. His grin was tired and forced as he looked to the side and scanned the room. "Valentino heard we were coming here and tagged along. I don't know why, but Velvette got really heated about it. Something about him fucking up her plans..."

"Oh," your shoulders drop. You cringe internally, wishing you could take back the bitterness in your voice. You hoped it wasn't too obvious, but the way Vox was looking at you like you were some sort of a puzzle told you everything you needed to know.

You actually loved Velevette. She was sassy and cutthroat but had a kind side to her as well. Valentino however... He'd been the source of a lot of suffering for the people you cared about. While the more obvious examples of Angel Dust returning to the hotel looking like shit came to mind, so did the times you had to comfort Vox after being yanked this way and that by the moth emotionally.

That was actually how you'd realized you'd come to care for him as deeply as you do. He'd been standing alone in one of the meeting rooms with a distant look on his face. When you found him and asked him if he was okay, he tried to play it off with his usual bravado, but couldn't. He never cried in front of you, he only vented his frustrations about Valentino and you listened. You sympathized. And eventually, you found yourself wishing you could be the one to treat him better.

Vox opened his mouth to say something, only for Valentino to slip his arm around his shoulder, appearing out of nowhere from the crowd.

"There you are baby," he purred, his fingers immediately slipping under the collar of Vox's vest. You resisted the urge to gag as Valentino took a long puff from his pipe and blew the majority of the smoke in your direction.

"I was wondering where you up and fucked off to," Valentino grinned as he leaned down to nip drunkenly at Vox's shoulder. "You left me all alone with our little fashionista, "Valentino scoffed. "She's in such a bitchy mood."

If it wasn't bad enough that Valentino was practically drooling all over Vox in front of you and pretending you weren't there, insult was only added to injury when Valentino grinned at you with sharp teeth when he called Velvette bitchy.

"Come back and unwind with me," Valentino hummed as he started to kiss up Vox's neck. "Some of my best toys are here tonight. Don't you want to play?"

If Vox had any doubt he was in Hell before, he had every reason to confirm the fact at this moment. He'd fallen out of love with Valentino, but the almost... the almost killed him. To make it worse, he was completely frozen, letting it all happen in front of you. He made no moves to stop Valentino, he made no moves to reciprocate. He simply froze.

Unable to watch any longer as Vox continued to fall for the very same game of tug-o-war he told you he was done with, you bite your lip and turn on your heel. You can't tell if you heard Vox say your name or if it was just a trick of the crowd.

"Anyone else gonna drink this?" You asked as you rejoined your friends still at the table and pointed to one of the more full glasses left on the table. When your friends who were sober enough to answer said you could go for it, you tossed it back in one shot.

You griped to one of your friends who had stayed behind to watch over those too drunk to make good choices. The two of you had been having a damn good venting session about how stupid you felt your feelings were when the entire bar swayed. Your words slurred as your body grew heavy.

One second you were sitting up, wondering why your friend looked so concerned. The next second there was a sharp pain against the temple of your forehead, followed by a heavy thunk, more pain, and darkness.

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Vox had been desperately searching the dance floor for any sign of you. He'd torn away from Valentino and the moth hadn't bothered to follow. Vox would... handle that another time. For as much as he denied his feelings for you this morning, the second he saw the hurt look in your eyes he knew he had to tell you. There was no way he could ignore the sharp lurch in his chest at the sight of you.

He didn't know what it meant. He couldn't tell if it was just a sense of betrayal after he'd been so open with you about Valentino or if it was something more. Every time he found himself wanting to talk about his true feelings on anything, he wanted to talk to you. Every time he had a rare second alone in the middle of the night, the only touch he craved was yours. Yes, he had a history with Valentino, but he didn't actively want that. He wanted you.

He finally spotted you across the room, sitting at a table with one of the whores he'd seen at Valentino's studio and getting way too close to them for his liking. He made his way through the drunken idiots who were too far gone to notice him, keeping his eyes on you as you started swaying dangerously.

You tried to reach down for something on the table and Vox swore as you lost what little balance you had and fell over. Someone got in his way so he didn't see the impact, but somehow he heard it. Through all the noise he heard the sharp thud and the panicked swearing of the person you were with after.

Vox was suddenly shoving every idiot out of his way, ignoring their shouts as he ran into the small clearing and found you on the ground with blood seeping from your head. He was immediately on his knees, scooping you up as the sinner who'd been with you started freaking out.

The only thing Vox could hear was a high-pitched whine as he pulled you to him and tried to frantically find where you were bleeding from. Half of your head was dripping with blood and he vaguely registered your friend saying your head had hit the edge of the table.

"Just s̴̢̃ḧ̸̺u̸͇͋t̷̯͂ ̷̬̂u̶͖̓p̵̳͗!̶̳͌," Vox snapped as he whipped up and affixed the sinner with a violent glare. He didn't care that half the club was looking at him. For once, he didn't care that he'd made a scene. Logically, he knew something like this couldn't kill you, you were all already dead. But his hands were shaking violently and the buzzing in his head was getting louder because you weren't moving.

Everything around him flashed with bright blue light as he held you close and teleported out of the club without even thinking about it. The two of you reappeared in his room back at the tower and he let out a shaky breath as he placed you down on his bed.

Not knowing what to do, Vox quickly crossed the room and threw his bathroom door open as he searched for anything he could use to stop the bleeding. He was muttering furiously as he nearly ripped the hinges off the cupboard under the sink looking for anything he could use.

Vox let out a loud, angry shout as his body kept glitching. His movements were jerky and he'd hit his head on the sink twice now. Just as he was about to have an absolute meltdown, he heard you groan from his bedroom. His head snapped up and he turned around at the sound of your voice so fast he was surprised he didn't snap his own neck.

Vox yanked a towel off of the wall and scrambled across the nylon tiles as he fell into his room with all the grace of a CEO that he clearly had. He swore, picking himself up and coming over to you as you sat up and clutched your head.

"Shit, that stuff was stronger than I thought," you groaned. "Note to self, don't just chug random alcohol at the club." you tried to laugh, only to hiss as the pain in your head doubled down due to the movement.

"You're a fucking idiot," Vox sighed as he sat down next to you and lifted the towel to your head.

You flinched at the contact, and Vox grabbed your wrist with his free hand. "Stay still," he frowned, pressing again on the wound. "You're still bleeding."

Trying not to do more damage, you stay as still as possible while he tries to stop the bleeding. The silence is heavy between the two of you before you mumble quietly.

"Sorry..."

Vox blinks, frowning down at you. "For what?"

You avoid eye contact the best you can given your current condition and fist your hands on your thighs nervously. "For acting like an idiot. You've told me about how hard it is with Valentino. I should've said or done something and not have gotten..."

"Upset?" Vox finished for you quietly. You flinched, unable to read the tone in his voice. He sighed and slowly lifted the towel from your head, before lowering it. "Why did you?"

"It's stupid," you bite your lip, hand drifting up curiously to see how bad the wound is. Before your fingers could brush against your hair, Vox's hand grabbed your wrists again.

"Try me."

You couldn't say if it was due to the pain, blood loss, or alcohol in your system, but the moment you finally gathered the courage to look him in the eye, you said fuck it. Vox gasped as you surged forward and pressed your lips against his. He'd barely had a chance to process the feeling before you were already turned away from him and rambling some bullshit about how you knew he didn't feel the same.

He took your hand, ignoring the anxious nonsense flowing from your mouth, and lifted it to his lips. Your speech died on your tongue as his lips pressed against the palm of your hand.

"Do you have any idea how much you've been on my mind?" He growled softly, his lips trailing up your arm slowly as he practically worshiped your skin.

If it wasn't for the fact that your blood was still on his hands, Vox would have been so much more rough with you. He would have grabbed you and crashed his lips against yours. He would have torn the fabric that hugged your curves so tightly off of your body and shown you just how badly he'd been needing you.

Instead, he made do with tracing his claw under your chin and guiding you to face him properly. His eyes searched yours for any doubt or sign that you'd acted purely on adrenaline and not something more. When your breath hitched and your cheeks flushed, he knew. As he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, as his arms snaked down and pulled you flush against him like you'd break, as your fingers found a home in his vest he knew.

You wanted him too. You fell for him too. This wasn't a game of "do they, don't they" like the one he'd played with Valentino for so fucking long.

His breath hitched, his arms tightening around you before he slowly pulled back and laughed breathlessly.

"Does this mean we're dating?" you ask, smiling at him like he'd hung the stars in the sky.

"God that sounds cheesy," Vox grimaced. The phrase felt so... high school bullshit. But it wasn't wrong. He wanted that. He really wanted that with you.

He reached down, hesitating before his clawed hand gently covered yours. "But yeah... I guess it does," he smiled softer than you'd ever seen before.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #god this is probably so messy #i'll edit it later #come get your food im going to bed

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rifari2037 · 1 year ago

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Did Zuko really love Mai???

I know Zuko and Mai were together in end of the series. I won't denying either that Mai loves Zuko. But still, this couple was poorly written and so forced.

Mai loves Zuko, but most of the time she didn't know how to comfort him. Zuko spent the time with her, but most of the time his mind wander off to something else. They only had a few scenes together in the entire show, and even then most of the time they were arguing.

Also, the storyline itself make me question about how Zuko really felt towards Mai. Did he really love Mai or is he just with her because of circumstances?

No hints in the entire season 1?

I understand that Zuko played villain role in season 1, he kept trying to capture the avatar so he could go home. His motivation was to regain his honour and his father's love.

Unfortunately, Mai was never one of his reasons to go home. In fact, Zuko never remembered her at all in the entire season 1. It seems like Katara's bending development made more impression on him than remembering Mai.

Zuko : I see you've learned a new trick, but I didn't come this far to lose to you.

Zuko : You little peasant. You've found a master, haven't you?

If the writers had plans to give Zuko a pairing, then a little hint is very important to build a story. Beside, although he was a villain, there was moment that show he wasn't completely evil. To showed that Zuko have feeling for someone back home wouldn't ruin his character.

Mai didn't need to appears in season 1, because her role was start in season 2. But there were plenty of ways to hint that Zuko had feeling for her.

Let's say, Zuko had memorable stuff that reminds him of her, or he had a glamps of his childhood memories with her, or a little conversation about her.

But, we didn't see any hint. At all!

Instead, Zuko picked up Katara's betrothal necklace, put it around her neck, and kept it on his wrist when he didn't have to!!

Like, c'mon!!!! What story did the writers actually want to build??

Still no hints in season 2?

Mai finally appeared in season 2, there was also a conversation between Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee about Zuko.

Mai : So, we're tracking down your brother and Uncle, huh? Ty Lee : [Turning to Mai.] It'll be interesting seeing Zuko again, [Teasing.] won't it, Mai? Mai looks away as a smile plays upon her face.

Mai's smile was a hint of what I was talking about earlier! It wasn't that obvious, but it showed that there was something between them.

Yet, Zuko still had no hint or conversation about her to show that he remembered her. It is only appeared on Mai's side, but not on Zuko's side.

Was she really important to him? Was there something between them, or was it just Mai?

Zuko memories in Zuko Alone

The only time Zuko remembered Mai was in Zuko Alone episode. But even that brief memories didn't really show that they had a special relationship.

In this memory, Mai blushed when she saw Zuko. Another hint that Mai had a crush on him.

But, Zuko didn't seem to care. Mai and Ty Lee weren't his friends, they were Azula's friends.

Azula asked Zuko to play together, but he didn't want to and refuse at first. He played with them, because their mom asked him to. Mai was there, but still Zuko's face didn't look happy.

Zuko helped Mai because he was surprised with what Azula doing, but it wasn't a hint that he had crush on her. There was no blush on his cheeks or shyness.

This scene wasn't about Zuko and Mai's relationship, but with his sister, his family. In fact, in this scene, there was no conversation between Zuko and Mai at all.

Zuko and Jin's date

I'm not a fan of Jinko, beside I don't see that Zuko had a crush on Jin. They were going on a date because Jin asked him first and Uncle Iroh answered her. During the date, Jin was the active one while Zuko was very passive.

Once again, if the writers really wanted to pair Zuko with Mai, wouldn't it make more sense if there was a little conversation, maybe like...

Zuko: What do you mean, Uncle? You know I have someone - remember Mai. Iroh : You have to start a new life and move on from the past.

With this kind of conversation, we could assume that Mai was the reason Zuko left Jin during their date. But that wasn't the story.

Since there were no hints about Zuko's feelings for Mai, I could only assume that Zuko left Jin because he didn't want to get too far into enjoying his life in Ba Sing Se. Zuko hated Ba Sing Se.

Iroh : I just want our place to look nice, in case someone brings home a lady friend! [He gives Zuko a nudge with the elbow.] Zuko : [Bleakly.] This city is a prison. I don't want to make a life here.

It's funny because, didn't Uncle Iroh know Zuko very well? But he never thought that Mai was special to Zuko. He never asked or talked about her, even secretly hoping for Zuko to date another lady.

So, was Mai special to Zuko? There was no proof for that.

There were no interactions until the end of season 2?

Until the end of season 2, Mai and Zuko didn't interact at all, even though they were in the same city, in the same palace.

Even more ironic, Zuko build a connection with Katara instead. Not only that, the scenes with Katara were crucial to Zuko's arc and the storyline in the next season.

Did Zuko remember Mai at this time? Of course not!

They were suddenly dating????

This is the reason why Maiko was so forced. They didn't have enough hints and they didn't have interactions at all in season 1 and 2, then suddenly they were dating in the very beginning of season 3?? How???

At this point, I feel like Zuko was dating Mai just because, why not?? He was finally home, he got what he always wanted, why not get his woman too???

Did Zuko really love her? I highly doubt it.

I mean, he still remembered his conversation with Katara after his betrayal. Yet, in The Beach episode, he remembering his family instead of Mai right after they were break up (with moon as background). So sad!

Zuko didn't feel the need to save Mai

Zuko said to Sokka that he didn't want to drag Mai with him as a traitor to the Fire Nation. But when Mai saved him at Boiling Rock, when she betrayed the Fire Nation - especially Azula, Zuko didn't try to save her.

Though, Zuko knew Azula well and knew what could happen to Mai, he just watched her from afar and let Mai to face the consequences of her actions alone.

Meanwhile, Zuko gave up everything, his throne, his nation, and sacrificed his life for Katara.

I don't understand, who exactly did Zuko love?

Then Zutara antis said that he would saved anyone else? He didn't even saved his girlfriend!

Zuko tried so hard for Katara

Zuko broke up with Mai, locked her in prison, left her to face Azula on her own, but he tried very hard to fix his relationship with Katara. He cares about Katara more than he cares about his (ex-)girlfriend. That's crazy!

Zuko : [Closes eyes in resentment.] What can I do to make it up to you?

Sokka : So what's on your mind? Zuko : Your sister. She hates me! And I don't know why, but I do care what she thinks of me.

Katara : [Angrily.] You look terrible. Zuko : I waited out here all night.

Zuko didn't feel the need to get Mai out of prison

Not only Zuko didn't feel the need to save Mai, he also didn't feel the need to release her from prison even though he knew where she was and he was a new Fire Lord.

Her uncle was the who helped her escape the prison. It was so sad considering the person who was the reason she imprisoned didn't help her. He didn't have to waited all night for her forgiveness.

Zuko : Mai! You're okay! They let you out of prison? Mai : My uncle pulled some strings. And it doesn't hurt when the new Fire Lord is your boyfriend. Zuko : So does this mean you don't hate me anymore?

No, Mai. If I were you, I would really hurt and hate him so bad. You should realise that he didn't really love you.

This is the reason why Maiko was one of my least favourite ATLA ship. Because, Mai was there or not wouldn't affect Zuko's arc in the slightest. She didn't really matter to him.

I can't ship them just because they kiss a few times, while their story is poorly written and so forced.

#anti maiko #anti bryke #pro zutara #zutara #zuko and katara #anti anti zutara

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kathlare · 7 months ago

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lingering thoughts

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Set during the Austrian Grand Prix, this chapter delves into Lando Norris’s inner turmoil after learning about Amelie Dayman’s breakup.

Wordcount: 2.2 k

Warnings: just fluff

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June 29th, 2023 - Spielberg, Austria

The Austrian Alps stood tall and imposing under the clear July sky, the paddock bustling with activity as drivers, team personnel, and media swarmed the Red Bull Ring. Lando Norris strolled through the paddock with a spring in his step, his usual easy grin plastered across his face. For once, he wasn’t faking it for the cameras. The reason for his good mood? Amelie Dayman was single again.

It had been just a few hours since the news broke. Both Amelie and Rodrigo Riquelme had posted identical Instagram stories confirming what Lando had only heard through rumors until now. The couple, who had been dating since late 2022, had quietly parted ways, and while Lando had heard whispers of their split—Carlos had been the one to mention it first when he overheard Checo talking to Max—he hadn’t believed it. Not really. He’d been hopeful, sure, but the logical side of him had dismissed the idea, unwilling to get his hopes up again. Now, with the confirmation on social media, there was a fluttering in his chest that he hadn’t felt in… well, a while.

His mind was racing, a thousand thoughts at once: What does this mean? Could this be it? Could we actually have another chance?

But there was also that nagging feeling deep down, the one that kept him from fully embracing his hope. The fear. The uncertainty. Maybe we’re not meant to be.

Lando sighed, his smile faltering for just a second before he caught himself. He was at Media Day for the Austrian Grand Prix, supposed to be focusing on the race weekend, yet his thoughts kept drifting back to Amelie. To her Instagram story. To the idea of her being single, and what that might mean for them.

There had been a time, not too long ago, when everything had been different. When he and Amelie had been more than just friends. It wasn’t anything public, anything anyone really knew about. They had kept it quiet, just the two of them. It was casual, nothing serious, or at least that’s how they had both convinced themselves. But that had been before everything fell apart—before she got caught up in filming Wicked and he’d started talking to Luisinha, who had become his girlfriend after he and Amelie ended things.

He hadn’t expected it to end like that. The whole situation with Amelie had left a bitter taste in his mouth, especially the way she seemed to completely shut him out. But now, months later, with the split between Amelie and Rodrigo, he couldn't help but wonder: Could we try again?

Lando shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he entered the media room. His PR team had already prepped him for the questions, the usual inquisition about the race, his season, his goals. But all he could think about was Amelie.

—Ready for the questions, Norris?— Carlos chuckled from beside him as he took a seat at the table.

Lando flashed a grin. —Always.—

But Carlos could tell something was different. Lando wasn’t his usual, carefree self. He was… lighter, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. And Carlos, being Carlos, had a pretty good idea why. The rumors about Amelie and Rodrigo had been circulating for a while, and Carlos had known before anyone else that something was going on. He had seen how Lando had reacted when he first heard the news, the barely concealed hope in his eyes that maybe, just maybe, Amelie was finally single again.

Lando settled into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to look casual as the media session began. His eyes flicked over to Carlos, who gave him a knowing smirk. Lando shot him a glare, though it didn’t have the usual edge. He couldn’t help it. His mind was elsewhere.

Carlos leaned in slightly, keeping his voice low enough so only Lando could hear. —You’ve got a stupid grin on your face, mate. I know why.—

Lando bit back a laugh, a little nervous but trying not to show it. —I don’t know what you’re talking about.—

Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. —The break-up news. You’re telling me you’re not at least a little excited?—

Lando’s smile faltered for a split second. —I don’t know. I mean... yeah, sure, I’m happy for her, if that’s what she wants, you know?—

Carlos leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying this. —Right. But also, it’s not like you’ve been completely ignoring it. You heard the rumors a while ago, yeah?—

Lando bit his lip, glancing around as the media settled in, beginning their usual string of questions. His mind was still caught in the whirlwind of possibility. —Yeah, I heard it, but… I didn’t want to believe it, you know? Like, I didn’t want to get my hopes up.—

—You do that a lot,— Carlos said with a grin, though his tone was softer now. —I think you’ve been hoping for this for a while.—

Lando’s fingers drummed against the table, though his focus was far away from the questions that were being asked. His thoughts were a blur. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, the idea that Amelie might actually be single again. The thought made him feel alive, but it also brought a flood of old memories, the times they’d spent together before everything fell apart. He remembered how easy it had been then, how simple it had seemed to be with her, even if they both denied it. He remembered the nights they’d spent talking, laughing, letting their walls down with each other.

Then, he remembered the end. The painful silence after they’d both walked away, trying to convince themselves they were fine, that everything was fine. But it had never really been fine. He had wanted more. They both had.

He couldn’t help it. A part of him had never really let go.

— Do you still talk to her?— Carlos asked, his voice breaking into Lando’s thoughts.

Lando snapped back to reality. — What? No. I haven’t talked to her since the last time, you know? That was...— He stopped himself, suddenly feeling the weight of the words. That was months ago. The silence between them had been suffocating. He hadn’t expected it, but somehow, he had known it was coming. —It’s been a while,— he added, a little quieter than he meant to.

Carlos nodded slowly, sensing the shift in Lando’s tone. —I get it. But I know how you are, mate. You’re not fooling anyone.—

Lando’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly glanced away, focusing on the flashing cameras in front of him. He wanted to brush it off, to act like it didn’t matter, but it did. It mattered more than he wanted to admit. He’d kept his distance after they broke up, but the thought of Amelie being single again made him wonder.

Could they find their way back to each other?

His heart gave a small, hopeful leap at the thought, but then the fear crept in again. What if things weren’t meant to be? What if they were too broken to fix? What if they had moved on? What if she didn’t even want to hear from him?

Lando rubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake off the anxiety building in his chest.

The questions from the media began rolling in, but Lando could barely concentrate. His rehearsed answers tumbled out on autopilot, a mix of team strategies and hopes for the weekend’s race. The usual banter with Carlos helped mask his distraction, but every now and then, his mind wandered back to her. The confirmation of her breakup had shaken something loose in him, and now, it was all he could think about.

Between questions, Carlos nudged him again, his tone light but his gaze knowing. —Mate, you’ve got to stop overthinking it. If you want to talk to her, just do it.—

Lando shot him a look, his voice dropping to a whisper. —It’s not that simple.—

Carlos shrugged, clearly amused. —It’s always been that simple. You just like to make it complicated.—

Lando didn’t respond, though he couldn’t argue. It wasn’t like he could just message her out of the blue, not after everything. What would he even say? Hey, saw you’re single again. Fancy a chat? It sounded ridiculous even in his head.

Now, sitting there in the media room, he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Maybe this was his chance. Maybe he could finally say all the things he’d been too scared to say before. But then, there was that other voice in his head, the one that reminded him of how badly things had ended between them. The arguments. The silence.

Lando shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. He needed to focus on the race, on his performance. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. He remembered the way she used to look at him, the way she laughed at his stupid jokes, the way she made him feel like he could be more than just a driver, more than the guy everyone expected him to be.

And now, she was single again.

The thought both thrilled and terrified him. He didn’t know if he was ready for this, if he was ready to face her again. But a part of him wanted to try. Wanted to see if there was still something there, something worth fighting for.

As the media session wrapped up, Lando stood, stretching his arms over his head. Carlos clapped him on the back, grinning. —You’ll figure it out, mate. Just don’t fuck it up this time.—

Lando laughed, though it felt hollow. —Thanks for the vote of confidence.—

Carlos smirked, already walking away. —You’ll need it.—

Lando lingered in the room for a moment, his hands shoved into his pockets as he stared at the floor. He could hear the bustle of the paddock outside, the hum of engines and the chatter of fans. Normally, it was the kind of atmosphere that energized him, but today, it felt different. He felt... restless.

He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over her contact. Her name stared back at him, a name he hadn’t seen on his screen in months. He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. What would he even say? Would she even want to hear from him?

He locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket, letting out a frustrated sigh. He couldn’t do this. Not now. Not yet.

Instead, he walked out into the paddock, the sunlight hitting his face as he took a deep breath. He needed to clear his head, to focus on the race weekend. But as he made his way back to the McLaren garage, he couldn’t shake the thought of her. The hope. The fear. The possibility.

Maybe we’re not meant to be, he thought again, but this time, it didn’t feel so convincing.

Maybe we are.

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changingplumbob · 3 months ago

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Day Nineteen - Connor Group 2/2

Berenice doesn't have any strong feelings about being in a park, but she is glad to have some space from everyone.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Berenice: Ooh yes! Well the school part was easy. And I liked most of my teachers. I would have preferred it if I didn't have to deal with the other kids though - they could be so mean! Ha, but I did the homework for the kids the year or two above me so they protected me

Deanna: Sounds smart

Berenice: Thank you! But maybe not that smart because I didn’t have a Plan B for when they went to high school! And I hadn’t yet manifested as a - well it’s important to always have a Plan B, and not just for after woohoo! That was uh… a joke. (But it is important to have a Plan B…)

Deanna: When you were little did you have a dream job?

Berenice: A travelling librarian! Or an astronaut. Though I wouldn't have wanted to reach the stars on a spaceship - unless it's a regular ship but made for space? That could be possible!

Deanna: The traveling sounds fun. I wanted to be a pirate

Berenice: Ha! With my flying ship we could have been galaxy plunderers together. Except I'm not very good at fighting - how good are you with a cutlass?

Deanna: Surprisingly, not terrible. Devin liked to act out sword fight scenes when we were growing up

Deanna: How about you? Any strong childhood memories?

Berenice: Okay so when I was still wearing my hair in space buns as a 10 year old, other kids made fun of me and said that was only for "babies." But the strange thing was that it was cool to wear your hair that way for college girls too! So how could it be for babies? That's why I never liked other children. They make no sense. Anyway I found out where the main girl lived, which turned out to be in the same neighbourhood as a really mean boy the year above us I was doing homework for. He wasn't actually mean! He just didn't think he was very smart and acted mean to hide it. So I told him about it and - they stopped teasing me about my space buns *grins*

Deanna: *laughs* Cunning and cut throat, maybe you should have been a pirate

After the date we head back to the villa where it is once again skill time! Will contestants focus on short term needs or play the long game with their study choices?

Today comedy was the popular choice! Isla and Isabella agreed it was a good idea to help calm them while Berenice was keen to read a joke book. Kaye learned more about rock climbing, wondering what extreme sports she was missing out on at the moment. Nyami thought it was sensible to work on fitness while Dee decided to sharpen her logic.

While contestants are busy Deanna works on grilling a treat for dinner. Time to see how she felt the date went.

Devin: What do we have here

Deanna: Vege patties for vege burgers

Devin: Very nice, was Berenice very nice

Deanna: Nice? Yes. Odd? Yes. They'll probably cut around it but halfway through she got up and sat at the table on the opposite side of the tree to me. I mean... why? She kept talking but we were kind of talking through the tree? But I did try Devin

Rather than heading to the dinning room for dinner contestants are asked to put on their active clothes and head out. They arrive at the local spa where they are greeted by Deanna and... someone else.

Deanna: Thanks for coming everyone. I know that this round must have been stressful. Meeting new people, competing, trying to decide if I'm worth staying for. That's why we're here with my best friend Reece, this guy. He is an outdoors loving genius with a desire to spread zen so he's going to lead us through a guided meditation

Reece: Hello. I look forward to meeting you all properly later. For now follow me to the meditation garden. It's outside but in the shade so we won't need to worry about sunburn

Reece led the group through a meditation, successfully lowering heart rates and ensuring everyone was in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Before going in the spa however, one more surprise. Deanna had grilled up a picnic for everyone!

The vege buns were a smash success! Even the meat eaters enjoyed them. Dee and Reece sat at the picnic table and talked while the rest of the ladies chose to sit on the pillows. Nyami told some good jokes while Kaye decided to talk about fish? Deanna loves the outdoors so was entertained.

Heading in to the spa everyone got a face mask! They were assigned to either relax in the sauna, relax in a massage chair or get a proper massage as their first activity. Autonomy was toggled on full from the moment the meditation ended so contestants had some time to chat or further pamper themselves. Remember, if they do not win a date from the upcoming cast challenge then this will be their last opportunity to talk to Deanna before the commencement ceremony. Reece is also around but friendship gained with him will not be judged.

In the sauna were our humourous trio of Dee, Nyami and Berenice. Alas bad luck struck again and Berenice's mask was… not right. Berenice tried to laugh it off, claiming she merely looked like a sad freezer bunny. I know she wanted to have matching animal masks with her friends though. Kaye and Deanna relaxed, and of course our two refined ladies Isabella and Isla got the gold facial masks!

When Isla had finished with hers she made sure to give Isabella a big hug. Being in the same group had meant that they could spend their days in the villa together as well as their days off set. Unsure if they would be in the same group again Isla expressed her happiness at having made a friend. And what do we have here? Nyami sneaking in another flirty compliment with Deanna? Clearly she wants her to know she's still in this even if she hasn't had a date yet. And of course, poor Berenice could do with a facial…

@corrienteallita, @eljeebee, @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants, @hashimasims, @jonquilyst, @riverofjazzsims

#DatingDeanna #DatingDeannaRound1 #sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr

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ew01z · 9 months ago

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weird i feel like some force is compelling me to ask,,, what are your thoughts on krisnix and langworth during the 7 year gap with endgame narumitsu ?? the masses need to know

something crazy is happening ...... apologising in advance cause i think about this sooo much but have never articulated any of my thoughts on it but THANK YOU FOR ASKING this lives in my mind rent free

BASICALLY between the original aa trilogy and phoenix being disbarred, we know miles goes travelling, canonically he is a prosecutor in several jurisdictions but because i'm self indulgent i think he also took up lecturing at universities (unrelated, this concept just itches my brain)

at this point in time he knows he's in love with phoenix and has been for a considerable amount of time HOWEVER. because he catastrophises everything, he absolutely would have convinced himself that either phoenix is straight (looks left looks right) or he doesn't deserve phoenix or both. in the midst of this hardcore yearning, he meets lang Often. lang, who is actively trying to get into miles' pants quite brazenly (although i imagine miles doesn't notice at first)

they end up having this weird fwb situation wherein they sleep together, probably go on dates that aren't dates (sometimes case related, sometimes not) and imo end up like way more soft and intimate than the original fwb arrangement. but because miles is still yearning like a motherfucker, he's extremely emotionally unavailable. which would be fine except lang has definitely at this point caught some feelings

i'm imagining angsty shit like lang trying to hold miles' hand while they walk somewhere and miles just Not having it. or like wanting to cuddle/spoon after sleeping together and miles is like Nope. but because miles has developed some degree of care for lang, he feels super guilty about it so now he's brooding Even More. that being said, they still keep hooking up as the rules of toxic yaoi would dictate

on the OTHER hand we have krisnix which i saw someone describe as psychosexual warfare and honestly i can't think of a better way to describe it. phoenix definitely knew something was up with kristoph almost immediately. the issue w this is that unfortunately kristoph is also sexy so this posed a problem.

phoenix, who was undoubtedly extremely in love with miles, who didn't know if he possibly could or would ever confess this (especially now that miles is prosecuting abroad), originally got involved with kristoph both like professionally and in a sexy way because he was extremely intrigued with kristoph's terrifying vibes.

phoenix gets disbarred, adopts trucy etc etc, but as we know phoenix keeps kristoph close in order to try stop him from Literally Killing People and because he knew kristoph had a hand in the forged evidence that got him disbarred. however this Also ends up slightly more intimate than anticipated. phoenix hates kristoph's guts and yet .. they have toothbrushes at each other's apartments?? know how each other like their eggs in the morning?? i imagine even though trucy is young and extremely perceptive, she was also somewhat won over by kristoph too. in short, waaaay too in each other's orbits for either of their likings.

while all this toxic yaoi is going on, miles and phoenix have kept in touch sporadically. miles offering to fly home in a heartbeat because he knows phoenix is innocent and phoenix having his weird complex about accepting help. not wanting to tell miles too much because he knows kristoph knows Everything.

however, miles flies phoenix (and trucy too sometimes) out to wherever he's based to try covertly prove phoenix's innocence by looking at the evidence again, other case documents etc. during this time, i think they realistically both realise they're in love with each other but ultimately can't act on it due to distance and the kristoph situation. it would be at this point that miles halts the fwb situation with lang (angst likely ensues, although i imagine lang saw it coming to some extent and knew miles was truly in love with phoenix). however it's more complicated for phoenix, who has to keep up the appearance of normality so kristoph doesn't suspect anything. the more emotional aspects of his relationship with kristoph like the toothbrushes in each others apartments etc etc stops and the fwb situation dies down, although its less eloquent and more messy than the langworth situation (which i imagine was more of an actual cut and dry breakup)

but eventually miles does come back to japanifornia and the events of aa4 take place. phoenix gets his badge back, gay kisses miles and realises that if shi long lang has no haters then he's dead. miles and phoenix are definitely both aware of the relationships the other had before they were together, however phoenix wright is jealous and a bitch so now he hates lang's guts despite having never met him.

the end!!!!! i'll honestly be really surprised if anyone reads this all as this was Very self indulgent. this is just how my head filled the blanks in canon in the messiest, gayest way possible and i'm so glad i had an excuse to post about it

#ooouuuuughhhh gay people #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #phoenix wright #ace attorney investigations #kristoph gavin #shi long lang #7 year gap #jodie ramblings #krisnix #langworth #cw suggestive

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Hydrangeas'

Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Hanahaki fic. Established relationship, jealousy, self-doubt, relationship anxiety, blood, vomit.

Part 1, Part 2

Word count: 1,241

Hell was never some where people actively wanted to end up; Tales of an eternal afterlife of suffering and punishment, when you first arrived in hell that’s what you expected. Opening your eyes to see a… Some what inviting place, was absolutely not what you had expected.

However that was years ago, now you’re helping Charlie with the hotel, no real want to redeem yourself. Charlie always asks you why and you have to just shrug and not really explain, your relationship with her father was a secret and you didn’t know how she would react to him dating someone else other than her mother.

You always heard from Charlie how amazing their love story is and how deeply in love they where, “I mean he still wears her ring” she would say. You always deluded yourself to think the reason he kept it on was because he still was in love with her. That he still solely cared about her, you felt you had no place to tell him he has to take it off, he was grieving the loss of his wife and you have to respect that.

But when with him, and just him. You never felt any pressure to be something different. Dancing around in his flower garden, his arms resting around your waist, yours hanging loosely around his shoulders.

Music was playing softly in the background, post modern jukebox. He always says how he loves more classical and older styled music compared to the new way music was made, but you where born in the early 2000’s and enjoyed the music you grew up with. So you made a deal (though not a magical one) that we only listen to music covered by them so we both get enjoyment out of music while with eachother.

Stopping for a moment you detached from him to look at the garden, that is why you where invited over after all. To see his flower garden, he stays at the hotel but doesn’t trust any of the staff in the palace to actually look after the garden properly so he comes every day to make sure they’re being well looked after.

Lilies…Lilly of the valley… Royal lilly… Spider lilly… His love for Lillith ran deep and you’re no longer sure to yourself if he loves you as much.

“Y/N.. Are you alright? You’ve been looking at the flowers for awhile” He says, his voice is so sweet to you and you’re starting to hate it, you hate how jealous you’re becoming…How possessive. You want people say how in love he seems with you, you want flowers to be planted and taken care of as well as he does as these for you. You want to be more with him.

Ofcourse though, he doesn’t give you much more time to think as he scoops you into his arms, pulling you into a deep hug, lifting you off of the ground. Looking down was a mistake as you realise how quickly and how far you had gone off of the ground now.

Like any sane person you cling onto him worried about falling, souls where a fragil thing, and that’s all you where. A sinner, a lost soul who wasn’t good enough to get into heaven.

You could feel the two of you turning slowly in the air like a ballerina in a music box, scared still you look up at Lucifer and he has the worlds most loving and dotefull eyes. The moment seemed perfect, you hadn’t had a first kiss yet and thought it was now or never you swear you feel him pulling away but then feel the rain coming down, he laughs a bit and despite being confused you laugh along as he carefully but quickly hurries the both of you inside.

You can’t help but smile and laugh more at your circus leader boyfriend’s soaked hair and clothing making him look a bit like a sewer rat. He smiles too and for the first moment since being there today there was no doubt, no anxiety or second thoughts about your relationship with him.

“I’ll go get a towel for you” He says grinning with his sharp teeth you nod in response, “Okay Luce” you say and wonder the foyer into the overtly large dining room, raising your eyebrow at the grand and glaringly expensive dining room.

Lucifer doesn’t take long too come back puting the towel on your damp head for you to dry yourself off with. He takes a seat on the chair in front of you as he grabs your hands..Which forces you to drop the towel and look at him. “You’re so gorgeous Y/N” he’d tell you, you smile. You can’t help it, he has that effect on you. Something about him naturally makes you fall for him, wanting his praise and approval, some type of weird spell was cast on you the day you met him.

You didn’t even realise when you said it, fucking hell you regretted it the moment it came past your lips. You felt his hands retract from his, watched as his face fell and fear take over his previously peaceful and happy expression.

“I love you” is what you said..Regret is what you felt when he reacted that way, hurt is what you felt when he said “I’m sorry?” as if the complete notion of ever being loved by someone was lost on him. He laughed a bit when you didn’t respond, as if your feelings where a joke and what you had said was some type of childish prank.

Your heart ached, it twisted and turned and you where still, frozen in place as your heart begged your brain to start to allow you to move, run away. You can’t deal with him laughing in your face. It hurt. It wasn’t until the vomit crawled up into your throat that you felt your eyes tearing up. The rain didn’t seem to be a concern anymore as your legs moved.

They moved faster than you thought you could ever possibly do. Your own mind washing out the way he called out for you, the concerned voices of the hotel patrons and guests as you ran past and into your room.

You didn’t realise the breath you where holding, the amount of emotions you had until your legs trembled and gave out in your bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. Holding onto the bench you felt the vomit come back up your throat. That horrible feeling of vile burning the back of it until you couldn’t take it anymore and gave in.

As you vomited into the toilet, heaving and gasping for air, feeling as if your lungs where crushing under your ribs. Tears brimming your eyes as you hoped for it to pass.

The metallic taste in your mouth brought you out of the daze, confused you pat your finger tips to the soft skin of your lips.. Blood, there was blood on your lip, looking down at the toilet basin you see some of what you expect, pale vomit.. You didn’t expect to see a mix of blood as well as blue and while hydrangea petals.

You thought to yourself how stupid this was.

This had to be some weird curse, you read about it when you where alive. It was fictional right?

Well…Fiction is always based on some type of truth..

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a-deep-ocean-of-secrets · 11 months ago

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What do we think Tommy's dating history is?

We are all very familiar with Buck’s extensive dating history and his serious relationships, so I thought we’d throw Tommy a bone and speculate a bit on his past. Let’s start at the beginning.

In 7x10, he revealed to Buck that his father was a lot like Gerrard, so Tommy essentially grew up in a homophobic household. When did Tommy start realizing he had feelings for guys instead of girls? Middle school? High school? And, with the bigotry he would have been facing at home, would he have acted on those feelings at all? Or do we think he tried to push such desires aside and have girlfriends instead? Did he ever have a crush on a boy at school? Maybe he would have kissed one and claimed it was a ‘drunken mistake’ at a party, or under the guise of a dare he might have kissed a boy under the bleachers. Or maybe he had one close guy friend and they would ‘help each other out’, but would staunchly proclaim ‘no homo’ afterward.

Next is his time in the army. It’s a sad thought that he might have viewed joining the army as an escape from his father but would have ended up in an even harsher environment under DADT and with COs who most likely shared traits with both his father and Gerrard. He would have had to actively hide his sexuality (if he had even made peace with it yet, which is unlikely since he probably went into the army right at 18). Do we think he would have let himself explore any potential feelings he might have had for his fellow brothers in arms? I know some theorize that the reason he left the army could have been a dishonorable discharge due to DADT, but he didn’t express any negativity when briefly speaking of his time in the army to Buck. I think he would have kept a tight lid on his feelings, and maybe continued to believe he was straight.

Assuming right after he left the army he went into firefighting, that puts him at the 118 with Gerrard, who was terrible. So he was once again under the thumb of a bigot. From “Chimney Begins”, we know he claimed to have a girlfriend, but he was quick to have an excuse for why she couldn’t come and cook for the 118. Was the girlfriend real or just a lie for Tommy to pass as straight? If she was real, were they in a genuine relationship or was Tommy using her as a beard? And if Tommy was secretly single, was he exploring his feelings for men on the down low? Going to gay bars or clubs? Hooking up, but never taking it further than a one-night stand? How much self-loathing would he have been dealing with?

Jump ahead to Hen arriving at the 118 and being unapologetically herself, which helped in getting Gerrard ousted. A few years pass as the 118 cycles through captains but has a better workplace environment. Even as Tommy has become closer to Hen and Chimney, he still doesn’t feel comfortable coming out, probably due to the lingering effects of Gerrard. But in that time, do we think he has taken more steps in accepting being gay? Maybe he has tried dating instead of just hooking up. Or was he still firmly in the closet?

He told Buck on their first date that it wasn’t until he left the 118 that he felt ready to fully embrace his identity. So, in universe, he has only been out of the closet for six to seven years. What did that look like when he finally accepted that he was gay? Did he have a Buck 1.0 phase where he sowed his wild oats? Did he want something serious right off the bat? We know, just like Buck, he’s dated people he’s met on calls and that it never ended well.

Has he had a serious boyfriend? Do we think he’s ever exchanged an ‘I love you’ with someone? Moved in with someone? Maybe he even planned to one day marry one of his partners? What is his type? We know he doesn’t like dark and broody (case in point: Buck). What was he looking for when his old pal called him up and asked him to fly them into a hurricane to look for a lost cruise ship?

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megalony · 1 year ago

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This Is Fate- Part 2

This is the second part of my new Dark! Evan Buckley series, I hope you will all like it. Thank you for the amazing feedback on the first part. Any Dark! Evan ideas I'd love to take them on.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Eddie is surprised when his little sister comes to LA and asks to stay with him. She needs a fresh start, a break away from everything back home, and her ex. When she meets the team, Evan takes a special interest in her.

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"Are you going to work now?" (Y/n) glanced her eyes up from her brother to look at the kitchen clock.

All of Chris's activities and plans were on the calendar stuck to the fridge, but (Y/n) thought it would be a good idea for Eddie to add his shifts on there too. She couldn't keep track of what days he was at work and when he was home and she didn't know how Eddie always managed to remember either.

"In about ten minutes, yeah."

It would just be (Y/n) and Chris then. Chris had been more than elated when they told him (Y/n) was going to live with them for a while. And when he learned that she would be helping to look after him and giving Carla a break, he had been over the moon.

He kept (Y/n) busy. He occupied her days and kept her mind from wandering back to Evan. He was all (Y/n) kept thinking about.

She didn't know what she was going to do. She had stopped herself from heading back to Chrissy's or heading back to Texas in the middle of the night. As much as (Y/n) wanted to, she knew she couldn't because of Chris. She told him she was staying and if she left she would break his heart. And she couldn't panic Eddie like that either.

She needed to try and make her fresh start here and hope that she could work things out with Evan and keep him at bay. But (Y/n) wasn't so sure she was going to be able to do that.

(Y/n) nodded and she smiled when she felt Eddie's hand on her shoulder as he walked behind her to get to the fridge.

His eyes followed her as she moved to the calander pinned to the wall. The one on the fridge was Chris's for all his activities and trips out, but the Fire Station calander on the wall was for any generic things happening. Or anything Eddie had planned that he needed to remember.

(Y/n) could feel her brother's eyes burning into her as he found a drink from the fridge and moved to stand behind her. He looked over her shoulder to see what she was adding to the calander. (Y/n) had already gotten her start date for the call centre which happened to be next week. She wouldn't be working there for too long before she had to take maternity leave- if she even lasted in LA that long with Evan now being here. But it was something to get her out and get her life back in order.

"Do you need me to take you to that?" Eddie spoke softly when he realised what she had added to the calander.

She had a scan in a few days.

"No, I'll be fine, plus it might take a while, it's my first one."

"You haven't had one yet?" Eddie folded his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter while (Y/n) turned around to face him. Her hands fiddled together in front of her chest while she kept her eyes cast downwards.

"He tracked my phone… if he saw me going to the maternity unit he'd figure it out pretty quick."

(Y/n) tried her best to smile, but she could feel tears burning in the corners of her eyes already. Everything she had done to get herself away from Evan had been for nothing. All the risks and precautions she took had led her here, and Evan had already beaten her to the punch.

When she thought she was pregnant, (Y/n) took a home test, then another just to confirm it. But she couldn't make an appointment for the hospital when she knew Evan had been checking her phone and following her. If he saw her going to the maternity unit in the hospital, he would know why and then he would have found out she was pregnant.

(Y/n) took the risk of praying nothing was wrong with her baby and when she started to show, she took it as a good sign. She was nearly twenty weeks now and this would be her first scan. Her first appointment so they would need all her details, her weight and they would have to check the baby and the baby's size and weight to make sure they were growing okay.

She didn't want to drag Eddie along and make him wait through that, and she didn't need a lift either. She would be fine doing this alone. If Evan didn't prove to get in the way.

"Has he tried to get hold of you yet?"

"No." She forced a smile and shook her head.

What would be the point in worrying Eddie? How would (Y/n) even go about telling him it was his best friend that was the problem? She couldn't tell him Evan was her ex, her stalker and the father of her child.

But (Y/n) didn't know how long she could keep this from Eddie. How could she keep seeing Evan everywhere she turned and not be worried? How could she be around Evan and Eddie in a group setting and not let on why she didn't want to be around him?

What happened when she had the baby?

(Y/n) knew Evan, she knew him better than Eddie thought he did. She knew Evan wasn't going to let her keep him out of their child's life. He believed in fate and he thought this was a sign. (Y/n) knew Evan wanted what everyone else had, too.

He was jealous of the family Bobby and Hen had. He was jealous of the relationship Chimney had with his sister. She could see he was jealous that Eddie had Chris whereas who did Evan have, apart from (Y/n)? And he was starting to lose her. He wouldn't let her take this child from him.

If he hadn't of known about the baby, (Y/n) wouldn't have felt guilty. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Until he found out when he spoke to Eddie, and that would have put him on the war path. But now he knew, (Y/n) wasn't going to be able to keep him out of her or her child's life.

She would forever be tied to Evan until the day she died.

"You okay?"

A shiver tore down her spine when Eddie brought her out of her depressing thoughts, but she managed another nod. "Just thinking-" (Y/n) cut herself off when they both heard the doorbell.

Her eyes darted between Eddie and the kitchen doorway when she saw Chris hurry past to go and open the door.

"Expecting someone?"

A grin broke out on Eddie's face and he glanced at the fridge calander just to make sure he was on the right track. "Chris is heading out to the zoo. He usually goes every week."

"Uncle Buck!"

Those two words sent adrenaline tumbling through (Y/n)'s stomach and she could feel bile creeping up the back of her throat. It was Evan. He was here to take Chris out. Why was he taking him out? Why was he here? Why was (Y/n) still here? Why hadn't she gone out for a walk or to the shop or somewhere so she didn't have to see him?

Since seeing him at the station four days ago, (Y/n) had been waiting in agony. She expected Evan to call or text or come by the house and see her. But he didn't. He hadn't turned up and she hadn't slept for fear that he would come by. She knew they needed to talk. They had to sort this mess out and decide what they were doing, but (Y/n) didn't want to see him and face him yet.

This was her family, not Evan's. He couldn't bustle his way in and take everything from her.

"Evan's taking him out?" Her voice came out quiet and meek and she saw the way Eddie's lips quirked.

"No one calls him that, you know. We call him Buck, and yeah, Chris loves his one to one time with him. They've got the zoo mapped out and memorised by now." Eddie waved his hand for (Y/n) to follow as he left the kitchen to go and find Evan.

She didn't want to follow. She wanted to run back to her room and hide away like a frightened child or go to the bathroom and pretend to be sick. But that would only make Eddie worry and speculate something was wrong and she couldn't do that to him.

Her legs felt like they had turned to jelly when she slowly walked out into the hall and clung to the wall to be as far back as possible. Her arms bound around her chest, resting over her bump to try and keep it from sight. When she saw Evan at the station, all he could do was stare at her stomach. He didn't seem to truly believe she was pregnant. She didn't want him staring at her today.

She watched Chris attach himself to Evan like glue and it made her heart melt. Why did things have to go so wrong between them? Why did he have to be so pent up and anxious and controlling that he pushed (Y/n) away?

If things had been different between them, this would have been a dream. Falling for someone Chris loved and who got along great with her big brother. Someone who all her friends and family admired and loved and thought of as loving and endearing.

But that was already how everyone saw Evan. No one saw the pent up, controlling, anxious side of him like (Y/n) had. The side of him that frightened her.

"Buck, you remember (Y/n)." Eddie glanced over his shoulder and looked at (Y/n) who put on her best fake smile to make sure Eddie didn't know she felt so uncomfortable right now.

"Oh, yeah. Are you feeling better now?"

"Hm, much better, thank you."

"We're heading to the zoo, you're welcome to come along. I can show you round, saves you being cooped up here all alone." Evan stuffed one hand in his pocket while he looped his other arm around Chris's shoulders and reeled him into his side.

He saw the way (Y/n) rolled her lips together and the panic that burned in her eyes and it made his stomach flip. Why was she staring at him like that? Why couldn't she look at him like she did the time he first kissed her? Evan wanted her to look at him with that pure, unfiltered love in her eyes. The look that made him fall to his knees and pray to do anything she asked him to.

"Yeah, you can come! Please, please come with us?" Chris started to bounce up and down and clap until (Y/n) wanted to cry.

She looked across at Eddie as if he would give her some sort of magical excuse, but she knew he wouldn't. She knew by Eddie's smile that he thought it was a good idea. He wanted (Y/n) to make friends here and get along with his work family. And he would be happy for (Y/n) to get out of the house, he trusted evan to look after her and Chris. He trusted Evan with his life.

"You won't find a better guide than Buck." Eddie clapped Evan on the shoulder and smiled when Chris squealed as (Y/n) nodded meekly.

"Sure." She hadn't taken Chris out in so long and she wanted to spend as much time with him as she could to make up for lost time.

If Evan happened to be along with them, it was just a small bump in the road. Chris would be with them so Evan couldn't say or do anything unless he wanted to risk Chris hearing and finding out.

Turning around, (Y/n) backtracked into the kitchen to grab her phone and she took a few seconds to catch her breath. She could do this. She could be around Evan for one afternoon, and they wouldn't be alone. God knows she had spent enough time with him over the last few months when he had been out of LA and off work.

Spending time with Evan wasn't the issue, it was the behaviours that occurred when they were apart. How he somehow always knew where she was going and where she was when she wasn't with him. How he was so quick to want her to move in with him and be around him, not anyone else. The way he got riled if he thought she was somehow being distant with him or if he thought she was about to walk out the door and never come back. That had only happened once and that was only after (Y/n) tried to break up with him.

(Y/n) loved spending time with Evan, and a big part of her had fallen desperately in love with him. But she wasn't sure she could cope with the manic side of him and the control that came from his anxieties.

"You ready?"

Her heart thundered against her ribs when his voice broke her out of her thoughts.

She spun round to find Evan stood less than an inch away from her with that charming grin spread across his lips. Every expression he had was somehow magnetic, whether he was smiling so sweetly at her or looking at her with broken eyes that (Y/n) just wanted to piece back together.

It was dangerous how easily Evan could draw her in without having to do anything at all.

She nodded but her chest leaned back when Evan pushed forward and planted his hands down on the counter either side of her hips. Caging her in between him and the sink.

"You look lovely," His voice was low and hollow enough that neither Eddie nor Chris would be able to hear out in the hall. And (Y/n) thought it only polite to smile, he was only giving her a compliment, after all.

She wanted to move, she wanted to push past his arm and tell him they needed to go, but she felt rooted to the spot. It felt too dangerous to move past his arm or try and push against him. Any connection to him no matter how she touched him, might spur him to kiss her like he did the other day. He had felt betrayed by her when he saw her again but he kissed her anyway, (Y/n) couldn't quite figure him out.

"Thank you," She murmured softly but just as she felt some control come back and went to take a step to the side, she stopped.

Evan let go of the counter and dragged his fingertips over her stomach.

She wasn't wearing a hoodie or baggy clothes anymore. (Y/n) didn't have to try and hide her appearance because Eddie knew and they had told Chris who was ecstatic he was soon going to have a cousin. She didn't have to hide her pregnancy from anyone here and Evan already knew. And with the LA heat, (Y/n) had chosen a thin cotton shirt and some leggings which revealed her bump.

Her hands curled around the counter behind her, digging the sharp edge into her palms as she waited to see what Evan was going to do. (Y/n) knew she should be pushing him away, but she didn't know how anymore. What would be the point?

She watched him slip his hand beneath her shirt and the way he smiled when he pressed his palm against her abdomen almost made (Y/n) feel bad for trying to hide this from him. But she had to remind herself that she had her reasons; she wasn't doing any of this to be cruel to him.

His thumb traced up and down her skin for a few moments and (Y/n) found herself silently watching him. Until he ducked down and attached his lips to the side of her neck.

"Evan, if Chris walks in-"

"Then I'll stop. Come on, your his aunt and he calls me his uncle, you think he won't be happy if he caught us?"

That didn't even deserve an answer. He was baiting her to start an argument, to distract her from what he was doing so he could carry on.

And something inside (Y/n) told her if Chris caught them, he would be bubbling with excitement. He thought the world of Evan, he wanted him to be his real uncle and (Y/n) was by far his favourite relative and the one he was closest to out of everyone. If they were together Chris would be overjoyed.

A shudder crawled along (Y/n)'s spine when Evan sank his teeth down into her neck and she found the strength to grab his shoulders and try to push him back. She couldn't risk making a sound in case Eddie heard. If Eddie didn't put two and two together right away, he would still be very unhappy and suspicious that his friend was trying to pull a move on his sister. And if Chris saw he would blab to Eddie right away.

(Y/n) bit her lip to smother the gasp she felt crawling up her throat when Evan swiftly darted his hand down into her leggings.

All her effort went into her hands and she pushed him far enough back to worm away from his touch and add some distance between them. At least with Chris around when they went out, Evan wouldn't try anything. Probably. Hopefully.

"Let's go, Chris doesn't like waiting." (Y/n) put her phone in her bag and slung it on her shoulder but she held her breath again when Evan reached out for her hips.

She shimmied her arms in front of her and tried to push him back but it was futile. Defeat showed in her eyes and she let him reel her in close enough so he could take her by surprise and kiss her. It was just a small kiss, a fleeting touch, barely there before he let go and waited for her to walk in front of him.

"Off we go, sweetheart."

She wished he wouldn't call her that. He knew petnames always made her knees weak and coming from his lips, with that voice, only made (Y/n) want to give in when she knew she shouldn't. She couldn't.

She walked quickly to keep some distance between them just in case Evan tried to grab her again or walk close enough to her that one of the boys noticed.

As he walked out the kitchen, Evan turned to the left and darted his eyes along the calander on the wall. And he smiled.

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A gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s lips and she stumbled back a few steps when she opened the front door.

All the blood drained down to her feet and she felt her body slumping against the door when she stared up at Evan. What was he doing here? Why was he back again? Chris was at school and Eddie was at work, surely Evan knew both of those things. Did that mean he was here to see her specifically? Was he here to torment her because she was home alone, and there was no risk of anyone catching him here?

"Hi sweetheart."

"Evan, I- I'm just on my way out." She tried to hold herself up again and push away from the door, but moving wasn't much of an option with Evan on the doorstep. His tall, broad frame took up most of the space so (Y/n) would have to squeeze to get past him.

She stepped onto the porch with him until their chests were almost touching and quickly closed the front door behind her. (Y/n) didn't want any reason for Evan to step inside and delay her or be around him in privacy where he could try something.

"I know, I thought I could take you."

"No thanks." Her reply was instant and she darted her eyes down to the floor and pressed her lips tightly together.

Her shoulder bumped into Evan's arm as she passed him, aiming to walk down the path and leave. She didn't want Evan's help or assistance, she didn't call him and ask him to take her anywhere. (Y/n) was perfectly fine getting the bus where she would be surrounded by people and much safer than being left on her own with Evan.

At least four days ago when they went to the zoo, Chris had been there with them. Evan had stayed respectful. Every now and then he had reached out for her hand or moved his hand to the small of her back, and (Y/n) almost forgot that they were a somewhat separated couple with a lot of issues.

But Chris was at school now and Eddie wasn't here. (Y/n) hadn't been alone with Evan since before he found out about the baby.

She didn't get far down the path before Evan's hand curled around her upper arm and he pulled her until her back tumbled into his chest. And he leaned down, hovering his lips dangerously close to her ear as he grinned against her skin.

"I'd like to come to your appointment, sweetheart. This is my baby too." The tender kiss Evan placed behind (Y/n)'s ear made her heart clench and beat uncomfortably in her chest. And he made adrenaline fuel through her stomach and liven up the baby.

"How did you know about that?" Her head tilted to the right and she looked up at Evan with panic burning in her eyes.

He wasn't going to let her go alone today. He knew she was going for her scan, that was why he was here.

"You put it on the calander."

Her shoulders slumped down as she felt like a balloon starting to deflate. She only put that on the calander so she remembered and Eddie would know where she was going. (Y/n) didn't write that so that Evan could sneak a peek when he came over. She wanted to do this alone, like she had been doing since she found out she was pregnant.

Evan wasn't supposed to be involved because he was never going to get her go now. But he knew. He knew about the baby and regardless of whether or not he attended her appointments with her, Evan wasn't going to go away. They were going to have to work through this some way or another.

"Fine." She tore her arm from his grip and held her chin up as she passed him and walked over to his jeep.

If he wanted to give her a ride and save her the trouble of catching the bus, (Y/n) would let him. She couldn't avoid Evan and if she said no, he was only going to go into one of his manic modes. It was better to tame the beast than to rile him up.

"So, how far along are you, about five months, right?"

(Y/n) let her eyes dance across Evan's frame when he climbed in the jeep and started to drive. He always looked natural and relaxed when he drove. (Y/n) hadn't seen him driving a lot when they had been together, he had still been recovering from his surgeries. But the few times he did drive her, he looked like it was something that calmed him and helped him focus.

He had one elbow resting on the door with his fingers darting across his lips and chin, and his other hand was slowly turning the wheel, flexing his bicep.

"Yeah, twenty weeks." She smoothed her hand up and down her stomach and looked out the window so Evan wouldn't catch her staring. "Evan, what's your plan here? What do you think Eddie will say if he knows you're taking me? He'll find it strange, unless you want to tell him you're the father."

She didn't like the unease that washed over Evan's face, but when he turned his head to the left to look over at her, his eyes were soft like melting sweets.

"I don't care what he thinks or if you tell him. He'll find out sooner or later, I told you before, this is my baby too. Don't think I'm gonna stand back and let you do any of this without me."

Evan wasn't here to wind Eddie up or to taunt him or mess around with (Y/n). He was here because he loved her and this was their child. She wasn't going to these appointments and hiding any aspect of this pregnancy from Evan anymore.

And he knew they would have to tell Eddie soon because once the baby was born, Evan was getting involved no matter what (Y/n) said or what she tried to tell people. He had waited years to find someone he had a connection with and to settle down and have a family. That time was now and this was his child, he was going to be in his child's life no matter what.

(Y/n) could feel tears bubbling up in her eyes but she did her best to push them aside and put on a brave face. She didn't have to think this through right now. She didn't have to argue with Evan or try and sort this sticky, tangled mess. All she had to do right now was focus on the baby and get through this appointment.

Her teeth sank down deeply into her lower lip when they got out the jeep and headed inside. She felt Evan close at her side and when his palm pressed against her lower back, (Y/n) didn't have the nerve or the energy to shake him off. She stayed leaning against his arm as she gave the receptionist her name and sat down.

"I- I haven't done this before." She wasn't sure why she was telling him. He was going to find out anyway when they went through all the questions and gave all (Y/n)'s details to the midwife in a few minutes.

But she was nervous.

To try and keep this a secret and move down to LA, (Y/n) hadn't told her doctor back home. She hadn't gone to a single anitnatal appointment so Chrissy or her family and especially so Evan wouldn't find out.

What if she had left it too late? What if there was a complication with the baby or they weren't okay? What if something came up and the baby wasn't going to be alright or if (Y/n) needed to go to hospital for something?

It all seemed pointless now. Evan had found out. Everything had been secret and hidden and done for nothing.

"You haven't had an appointment yet?" Evan leaned his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together between his thighs, but he turned his head to the left to look at her. Concern pooled in his eyes and the look he gave her made (Y/n) hold her breath deep in her lungs.

When she shook her head, Evan reached across and took her hand. The gesture was small, simple, sweet. And it made her heart add in five extra beats as she stared at him in silence.

"You'll be fine."

(Y/n) looked down at their hands and couldn't stop herself from squeezing his hand.

"(Y/n) Diaz?"

She didn't question it when Evan got up and walked along with her. The whole reason he was here was to see the scan for himself and see that the baby was okay and get a glimpse of them. Evan wasn't likely to wait out here and let (Y/n) go in alone.

Their hands stayed interlocked as they followed the midwife into the room and sat down in front of the desk.

"It says this is your first appointment, you haven't had any prenatal care yet?" Her smile was kind and made (Y/n) relax, she was expecting to be told off for not seeing a doctor yet. God knows if they weren't in public Evan probably would have scolded her for it too.

She shook her head and tried to smile. "Not yet, I've just moved here."

"That's okay. Let's pop you on the scales and get you examined, and perhaps dad over here can fill in a few details for me."

(Y/n) darted her eyes across to Evan but he was already smiling and taking the clipboard from the midwife. Evan knew her like the back of his hand. Despite not being together for very long, Evan knew more about (Y/n) than her friends did and she couldn't dispute that he was the baby's father. That was why he was here. She may as well let him help and be useful if he was here.

She followed the nurse over near the door and hopped up on the scales, feeling herself relax a little more when the midwife nodded and murmured a quiet "Good." Clearly she was in the right weight zone.

"Alright, lift up your shirt for me please."

She rolled her shirt up over her bump but her eyes wandered back over towards Evan. His eyes were already on her. He didn't even hide the way he looked her up and down as the midwife measured and examined her stomach and the look in Evan's eyes made her chest tighten and her stomach clench.

It was those kind of looks that got them in this position in the first place. Those looks were the ones that made (Y/n) melt and made her want to get closer and closer to Evan. But it was his other side that pushed her away.

"Shall we take a look at baby?"

It was something of a comfort when Evan put the clipboard down on the desk and followed her over to the exam bed. She felt in two minds about having him here. Evan being here was comforting, (Y/n) didn't have to do this alone like she had been trying to build herself up to do. But being here just cemented the fact that (Y/n) wasn't going to part from Evan, ever.

This baby was going to be their bond, it would tie them together until the day they died. She would always have a connection to Evan and (Y/n) couldn't fight him off.

She couldn't tell him to stay away, she would never be able to run from him and take his child away and (Y/n) wouldn't have the heart to keep Evan from their child if he was going to be this persistent.

Wouldn't it be easier to try and make something of this fractured relationship, for all their sakes? It would be easier to co-parent if they were together. (Y/n) wouldn't have to rely on Eddie or think she had to do this alone. Her baby would have two loving parents and (Y/n) wanted her baby to have a loving home too.

But would Evan's manic side increase if they had a baby together? Would he become overly anxious about (Y/n) going out without him or taking the baby out? Could she even leave the house without telling him if she had a baby? Would his protective, anxious side smother her and this kid?

Every possible scenario fluttered through (Y/n)'s mind as she sat on the bed and looked over at the monitor. She barely felt the cold gel on her stomach but she could feel her anxiety spiking when the sonogram started to move across her abdomen and press down.

Did she really wait too long for this appointment? Had it caused irreparable damage?

She felt Evan's hand on her arm when they heard the heartbeat. His other arm leant on the bed just above her head but his eyes were magnetised on the screen.

"Baby looks a healthy size, placenta is all fine and in place, you have quite a bit of amniotic fluid though."

"Is that bad?"

"Just something to keep an eye on, it could make baby on the small side, but nothing to worry about right now. Would you like to know the gender?"

"Yes please." (Y/n) spoke before she could think better of it.

Chris had been asking if she was having a boy or girl, he was desperate to find out and Eddie had to keep bribing him not to tell his grandparents when he spoke to them on the phone. And (Y/n) wanted to know so this felt more real and she could start thinking and planning ahead. She knew Eddie was curious too.

But knowing might make it more real for Evan, and cement him in (Y/n)'s life. But she had said yes now and her curiosity was overpowered her sensibility.

"You're having a girl."

All (Y/n) could do was stare at the screen, even when it froze so the midwife could print off some copies. She was having a girl. They were going to have a daughter. Evan was going to be head over heels in love with this little girl, and (Y/n) wouldn't be able to keep him away.

She barely felt Evan kissing her temple and she couldn't focus or understand whatever the midwife was telling them. When she climbed off the bed, she curled her hand around Evan's wrist and leaned her head on his shoulder to stop the static in her head.

She let Evan answer most of the questions and tried to smile and nod through them after that. But (Y/n) felt like she was in a trance. She was happy. She was going to have a daughter. Chris and Eddie were going to be happy. Evan was over the moon.

What was she going to do now?

What was she going to tell Eddie when the baby was born and Evan wouldn't stop coming round? What would she say if Eddie caught Evan being far too close and intimate with her?

Oh God, was Evan going to insist on being at the birth?

(Y/n) knew Evan better than she cared to admit, better than Eddie thought he did. She knew he wasn't going to miss the birth of his daughter, he would want to be there and if (Y/n) didn't let him or didn't tell him, he would go on a rampage. How would they explain it to Eddie without giving away everything and causing a fight?

The ride home was quiet, but it was peaceful. It almost felt like their first date, trying to think of what to say and how to act, but feeling so comfortable and at peace with each other.

"Thank you, for taking me." (Y/n) broke the silence at last just as Evan pulled up on the drive. She would admit it had been easier than taking the bus and he had been very helpful. If all their moments together could be as loving and easy as this, (Y/n) would make a second go of this relationship, no questions asked.

"You're welcome."

(Y/n) climbed out the jeep but she felt her heart thudding in her chest when Evan got out too.

If she asked him inside, he might not leave. Nobody was home and (Y/n) didn't know what time Eddie was due home from work. If he came home and found Evan here he might be suspicious. If Evan went with her to collect Chris, then Chris would want him to stay over for tea and (Y/n) would have to be around him for the rest of the day.

In his good spirits, Evan might try something. He might try and touch her or kiss her or make a risky move in front of the boys.

When she unlocked the door, (Y/n) tried her best to keep her hands from shaking as she turned to face him. She could feel how close he was standing behind her like a shadow, looming over her and looking down at her with that bright smile that always shocked her heart.

"Evan-"

He didn't give her chance to turn him away. His hands found her hips and his lips crashed down on hers like the waves lapping at the sand. His lips found hers with a fierce, burning intensity that stole her breath and knocked her on her back foot sending her into the door.

With the door ajar, Evan nudged (Y/n) backwards until she was walking inside and he could kick the door shut with the heel of his boot.

Her hands found his shoulders to keep herself stable but it only gave Evan the momentum he wanted to push her backwards and turn her to the side. Until her back hit the wall next to the shoe rack and she had Evan pressed against her front like they had been glued together.

He leaned his chest down into hers, sandwiching her against him and the wall and she could feel his lips curving into a grin when his abdomen merged into her curved stomach.

"Evan," The way she groaned his name made his fingers clutch her hips like they were his lifeline and he pressed down on her until she had to concentrate on taking each breath against his lips. Pins and needles flooded down (Y/n)'s arms towards her fingertips when Evan dug his hand beneath her leggings and held her bum while his other hand curved around the side of her neck.

She dug her nails into his shoulder and reached down for his wrist, trying in vain to remove his hand from her leggings but she couldn't make him budge.

"You can't do this," She gasped desperately against his lips, pushing his shoulders but he felt like he was made of stone, far too heavy for her to push back no matter how hard she tried.

He couldn't start this. He couldn't kiss her and make her weak and try to worm his way back into her life. She left for a reason and Evan knew exactly what that reason was. This baby didn't change the fact that Evan frightened her and he got controlling and manic and out of control and dangerous.

It didn't matter how badly (Y/n) missed being with Evan or how his touch made her melt and his kisses made her feel like she was on top of the world. Every day wasn't going to be like this with Evan and that was the point. She didn't know how he would change as the days went on and his moods changed and turned sour.

"Haven't you missed me, baby girl?"

"Evan… no, t-this isn't fair-"

"Why? You let that midwife believe I'm your partner, and I am, aren't I? And that's our girl in there." He panted each word against her lips, barely parting so (Y/n) could feel each way his lips moved against hers and she swallowed each word, gulping for the air he'd stolen.

Her eyes darted down to stare at his collar bone instead of his eyes as he let go of her neck and slid his hand down beneath her shirt to hold her stomach.

She felt relieved for all of two seconds when Evan finally pulled back and let her breathe deeply and have an inch of space. But it didn't last long. He pulled his hand out from her leggings only to scrunch up the hem of her shirt and rip it up over her head and tug it off her arms before she could even tell him no or try and stop him.

Her heart jumped up into her throat when he moved the top of her leggings, but he only rolled the hem down a little. (Y/n)'s eyes followed him anxiously when he crouched down in front of her, moving his hands across her hips to hold her bum again. But when he pressed his lips and nose against her stomach, she felt like she was falling through the air, unsure when or where she was about to land.

"You're both my girls, and you know I love you. I'll do anything for you, because you're both mine."

His words sounded so sweet, but the way he spoke made (Y/n) want to cry because she could see the debate in his mind. She could see the anxiety taking over and getting back in control. He wasn't asking or telling her to be his partner. He was telling her she was his. Indefinitely. Absolutely. Forever. She was his and now she was having his child, she was always going to be his in some form or another.

The way he tenderly kissed across her abdomen made (Y/n) bite her lip and she moved her hands to his shoulders because she didn't know where else to put them. But she didn't have the energy to push him away.

He was tearing her mind in two, he was tearing her heart from her chest and holding it so nobody else could ever have it. He was kissing her stomach and silently telling her that their daughter was never going to be taken away from him. And neither was (Y/n).

Evan kissed his way up her stomach, between and across her cleavage and up her neck until he could taste her lips and bite down on her bottom lip to make her gasp.

"I want you."

Of course he did. He wanted her in every sense of the word, especially in the dominating sense that meant (Y/n) would forever be his, nobody else's.

His hands raked down to her thighs and in one swift motion, he lifted her up until she had to hook her legs around his hips to secure herself and make sure he didn't drop her. She gripped his shoulders tighter and gasped when he attached his lips to the side of her neck while he began walking down the hall.

"No, but…"

But what? He knew Eddie was on the afternoon shift. He knew Chris didn't have to be picked up for another two hours. Evan knew no one would be calling round and no one else would be home. There was no excuse (Y/n) could give that would make him put her down. And saying no to Evan was never an option.

Not when he kissed her the way he did and held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. The only thing he wanted, the only thing he needed.

Her hands let go of his shoulders so she could wind her arms around his neck and hold on tighter to stop herself from passing out or panicking. And when Evan stole her lips again, she let him. She let him take her air and kiss her like the world depended on it and dart his tongue past her lips. She let him carry her down the hall and into her room, kicking the door shut behind him.

She had to. He wasn't going to let her go. Ever.

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Angel on my mind (Tommy Miller x Reader) part two [18+]

Summary : maybe rushing the date wasn't such a bad idea after all

warning : smut , smut , smut basically , 18+

previous part

In the excitement of giving into something that never seemed to be on the cards, well seemed to be a new one for tommy miller that was for sure . When he woke up that morning , he was figuring a way out of going to the barbecue now he curse the thought he could of missed out. watching her walking through the isle of the store eyes scanning the shelves for snacks , looking up with big doe eyes that made his trousers feel that much tighter . Following behind almost protectively as he caught on to a few males in the store looking her like steak on a plate yet in the protective stance a sort of pride swelled in him giving them the “ yeah she with me” me glance. soft voice asking his opinion or help to reach the taller shelves . heading out the store back to his truck a place she looked like she’d always belonged . Like that space was always meant for her to sit right there.

He would be the first to admit he was a fuckboy , a player . how he pretended to care what was coming out of womans mouth when it fact all he was really sure of wanting was to get laid . But now he listened , hung on ever word that spilled out of her lips and actually actively wanted to hear more like he couldn't get enough of the sound of her voice , getting to know every little thing about her. knowing that she kept starbucks in business during her final year or that her roommate was a dick but still the better options in the dorm . That she was excited to start working in the local kindergarten once summer ended. all this information he was actively listening to and adding to the conversation because he wanted to , because he wanted to actually know her and not get her in his bed . that part he could patiently wait for til she was ready even if it was a long wait . Pulling up to his apartment he helped her out of the truck even taking the majority of the bags only because she grab it before him .

walking behind she was nervous not expecting her day to take such a turn wishing she made some sort of effort in her appearance but at least her hand didn't hurt. stopping right at his side as he put the keys on the door hitting the switch , looking around it was almost bare other than the furniture even though it was scarce. The grey sofa that sat across the flat screen tv, a small coffee table and floor length lamp was all the living room consisted of. The kitchen that was connected was just the same as the necessities like kettle , toaster and microwave , the stove and refrigerator. It gave a lonely air to the place like it was temporary not a home .

“ please come in and make your self at home, you wanna drink? “ he asked leading her in more .

“ a drink would be nice, tommy you spend much time here?” she asked softly .

“ Well sometimes i mean joel most time or work” he shrugged handing her the beer can. “ why?” .

“ nothing , how about we get those snack out and pick a movie?” she turn facing the man , so close and yet not close enough. moving effortlessly around the space another place she fit perfectly in his mind and instead of wanting to run for the hills with these fast and hard feelings like he thought he would , no he just stood back a bit and let himself enjoy it . only snapping out of his admiration to help her carry everything over .

the movie was ok well the little bits that barely acknowledged before his arm wrapped around her shoulder and yawn making her burst out laughing.

“ please don't tell me your pulling that move tommy miller “ she snorted head tipping back.

“ yeah ok trying to be all romantic here” he teased .

“ by pulling the lame moves from before we were both born, hell i think even before your brother or my dad was born” her giggles filled the space making it one of his favourite sounds maybe it always was. thinking back he always had some sort of feelings that he pushed back knowing she wouldn't be around long or that she was his friend's daughter but maybe that night in the bar brought it to the surface , made them more prevalent.

“ Ok maybe I'm just tired and want ya close “ he chuckled pulling her to him only instead of pulling her to his side , he pulled her onto his lap making her squeak out. “ don't need a move to do that, do i ? ” he smirked, hitting the side making the chair recline, laying her head on his chest as the two pretended to watch the movie a little bit more.

Or so she tried but it was becoming almost next to impossible for her eyes not to look at the man , to admire the features of his face . almost sensing her eyes on him, looking down he had to suppress the groan that fought to come out . her doe eyes once more looking up through her lashes , the blush on her cheek even noticeable in the dim lighting . her plump lips part , tip of her tongue tracing the bottom lip, those eyes that bore into his own .

“ angel you keep looking at me like that it's making it hard to be a gentleman” he groaned head falling back . he could feel her move , her leaning up on his body cupping his cheek and she move his head to look at her .

“ Maybe I don't want you to be “ was all he got before her lips crashed against his , without second thought , hesitation or regret he kissed her back . First he held on to the resolve with a sensual ,tender sweet kiss . That resolve was short lived when he felt her tongue swiping his bottom lip and the moment he granted her access that resolve broke, it melted away as the heat intensified through this kiss . clash of tongue and teeth , hands feeling the curve of her body. the soft whimper split from her lips when one hand cradled her head and other palmed her ass cheek . her skin felt like it was on fire like his touch was the only thing that could ignite that flame within her moving she place her legs on either side of his thighs straddling his lap giving him more room to palm and squeeze the globes of her ass , pulling spreading her open , the dress she wore bunching at the tops of her thighs til hishhand went to the hem playing with the material in his fingers . pulling back her chest heaving , eyes locked wordlessly looking for permission . with a nod of her head he lifted the fabric up lifting it over her head . his head tip back as a deep gutteral groan fell from his lips at the sight. Right there on his lap was giving to the nickname a righteous and true meaning to his words because she was like a fucking angel in lace. Her breathing heavy , eyes dilated and blown, those lips kiss bitten all for him , because of him .

“ you must be an angel , because fuck you are heavenly “ he rasped kissing her lips , nipping them softly kissing down her jaw her neck . her head leaning to the side giving him more access . The open mouth kisses paired with the feeling of his hand gliding up her body all sense heightened and begging for more . When she felt his teeth scrape that sensitive spot it was like a reflex that had her hips moving . grinding down in a selfish need to feel friction to feel him in any way. her hand heading to the buttons of his shirt , each coming loose under the tips of her finger giving access to the solid mass of his chest. the shirt falling from his shoulders as she sat back pulling from his mouth , from his touch to admire that taunt muscle under her hands . her eyes locked on his undoing his belt so close , so very close.

the banging on the door made her yelp hopping off of his lap making him chuckle passing her his shirt.

“ you go to my room” was all he said getting up not caring for his own appearance, slapping her ass as she got up. pulling the door open nky expecting to see cassie standing there with a bag in her hand .

“ hope i wasn't interrupting anything” she wiggle her brow playfully.

“ We were just watching a movie” he shrugged.

“ I bet you were , x rated” she smirked.

“ Cassie darling, what are you doing here?... how do you know where i live” .

“ Oh your brother gave me a lift ,he's downstairs with the kids, didn't wanna scare them anywho this is y/n , thought she might need em and tell her that her daddy is gone out too , enjoy kids” she laughed handing him the bag . “ movie my ass” she snorted heading down the steps .

“ it was good to see you too don't come back” he closed the door rushing to his room seeing her sitting on the edge of his bed . “ Look at you sitting so pretty , such a good girl from me huh” he stalked closer leaning over , gently pushing her down on the bed lips connecting his hands on her, pinning them above her head . “ Now where were we ? “ he nipped her bottom lip.

“ well i was taking your clothes off given im nearly in my birthday suit” .

“ Hmm how about this pretty girl I get to taste that pretty little pussy of you instead” relishing in the whimper that slipped out of her lips , holding both her hands in one of his, letting the free hand go from her neck to the valley of her breast . pulling her bra down letting the most perfect tits spill out . a pinch and tease, feeling them harden from his touch , from her need for him. watching her squirm and buck her hips up to the sensation . the whines and pleading coming from her mouth was only confirm she was some from of angel fuck was her already hooked . his hand felt like it was setting her skin ablaze , trailing down her body , playing with the elastic of her panties till it disappeared up the fabric .

“ fuck angel you are soaking , this all for me baby” he rasped finger teasing through the slick folds before circling her clit. “ feel good baby “ the teasing in his voice only stoked the need .

“ fuck so …. good “ her breathing laboured hips chasing the sensation . the sound of ripping, making her eyes widen.

“ wont need em” he winked throwing the torn material across the room , her hands still pinning lifting up slightly trying to get more needing more .

a gasps turned moan as she felt his finger pumping in and out slow at first , then faster and faster fuck it felt good , it felt magical and yet apart of her wanted more and more , a greedy desire taking over her needing everything this man had to give her . she could feel it coming that winding tightening feeling deep within her , straining to move her hands from his hold . eye closed the impending hight closer and closer. maybe she thought about this , every night was alone in her room wondering what it would feel like and it was nothing like this, not even close . the sound he was pulling from her even though she didn't know she could make , playing her like his personal instrument making her sing under his touch . then it was nothing the pending high gone , the song he had her singing now silence as her brow furrowed and her eyes .

“ sorry pretty baby but if your gonna cum its gonna be on my cock “ he smirked that cocky fuck , ready to give me a piece of her mind yet the words died when he brought the same finger that were burried in her cunt up to his lips , sucking and licking her arousal off of the digits the sound he made had her clenching on nothing , speechless and aroused even more than possibly .

“ fuck angel that is nectar of the fucking gods “ he growled standing up . “ i fully intend on having me a buffet between those legs for rest of my life but if i don't get my cock inside that pussy a man might die here on the spot “ he teased making her roll her eyes at the theatrics of it all and once more he had her speechless the moment he pull those jean down his thigh along with his boxers releasing himself . that cocky charming ego wasn't for nothing hell from the length and girth was a slight curve that gave him every right to do so . Yet she didn't get that cocky demeanor in the heat of it all. He was still so gentle with her , even the roughness there was still that soft touch giving a beautiful blend of the two . the lightest touch of his lips on her , his forehead pressed on her watching her face as he did what he only dreamed of doing , maybe stopping to let her adjust to the size but also because he needed to stop . he needed a minute or this would be over before it even began . the warm tight wall of her pussy hugging him so tight , feeling every ridge and vein of his cock , every twitch and slight movement . kissing her lips , tongue dancing with her own when she felt the slow , meticulous roll of his hips even in the movement hitting her deep and drawing out . her hand grasping and scraping his skin needing to hold something , hold herself down , to feel him close . each pump getting faster , each hitting spots she never knew existed knocking thought and coherent words and working the pleasure deep to her soul. This man was ruining her sex life for any other man and unbeknownst to her that was his mission .

Please … do-don't stop … right there “ she cried out only spurring him on , giving him a new vigour in her pleas .

“ made for me weren’t ya , taking me so well baby like she was made for my cock” he moaned .” so good baby girl” he nipped her bottom lip. her legs shaking , that building feeling , winding and tightening like everything else in the world , hell in the room didn't exist except for this man fucking her. lifting himself up pushing her legs to her chest hitting deeper in the new angle , her mouth opening to silent screams , his finger playing with her clit the sensation intense , burning and euphoric . back arching up , hip following til without warning that coil snapped making her body shaking in a blinding pleasure . arousal gushing as the orgasim wracked her body. his own movement sloppy chasing his own high and easing her out of hers. no chance to even think of what to do as he filled her up , painting her cervix with his release . Both eyes locked once more , chests heaving in the dim light of the room. soft kisses along her skin leading her mouth slowly and pulled out of her with such ease. kissing her lips til he got off the bed completely heading to the bathroom. too blissed out and tired to even question what was going on til he came back easing himself between her legs , delicate touch as he cleaned her up , their combined mess made him fill with pride . like an unspoken claim she was his and maybe they could talk about it. but for now, for now he put one of his shirts on her body and pulled her close to his chest. The soft and soothing feeling had her eyes heavy, sending her off into a bliss filled dream land . As much as he wanted to enjoy and admire the view he found himself following suit , At least time she wasn't just in his mind , but at his side and in his heart … his angel

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