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Personal Records 2 - Ona Battle x Lucy Bronze

Part 1 here.

Thank you to: anon , anon, anon, anon, anon for inspirations.

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

Wordcount: 13K of wordsss (big big one) And sorry if it doesn't live up to expectations :( semi proofread!

Warnings: Minors DNI, little bit of angst, suggestive + smutty scenes. A bit of bickering back and forth, Ona being the ultimate spoilt little bitch, but i promise she gets nicer eventualy, at the end of the day she's just a hurt little baby 🥺

Last sentence part 1: ‘’Not here’’ Lucy said as she broke the kiss, ‘’come home with me’’.

Personal Records 2.

Tuesday night – streets of London

They stepped outside and Lucy nudged for Ona to come with her.

‘’No cab?’’ Ona asked.

Lucy shook her head amused and walked until they stood infront of a small ally way, ‘’in here, come’’.

‘’Ew, smells like piss’’ Ona said, scrunching up her nose.

Lucy shook her head with an amuzed chuckle.

A few meters into the ally way Lucy opened the garage door.

‘’Don’t tell me this is your house’’ Ona said without leaving the disgust out of her voice.

‘’Ofcourse not princess’’ Lucy laughed and pulled Ona inside. The Catalan was met with a big dark space.

Lucy flicked on a light, a few cars and a few motorcycles that were standing around got lit up, but besides that the space was pretty empty besides that.

‘’Are these yours?’’ Ona said.

Lucy shook her head in disbelieve, ‘’no, the business owners in this street came together to rent this garage so the parking spot infront of our businesses were empty and also, parking there costs way more than sharing this’’. She walked further into the garage and pushed a button somewhere, on the other side of the space started to appear light. A garage door rolled open.

‘’So which is yours?’’.

Lucy grinned as she dug through a cabin, she pulled out an old helmet, she was pleased that she had remembered leaving it here after she was gifted a new one by a client.

‘’Here ya go’’ Lucy said as she handed the dusty thing to Ona.

Ona grimaced ‘’I’m not wearing—wait, do you drive a motorcycle!’’.

‘’You bet’’, Lucy grinned as she took her tank top out of her gym bag, ‘’here I’ll wipe it down for you’’ she offered as she took the helmet back. Ona shook her head, what was this woman thinking, wiping dust away with a sweaty shirt, as if that made anything better.

Just as she thought things couldn’t get worse Lucy spoke again, ‘’you'll need to wear both our bags, because otherwise we won’t fit’’. Ona grumbled, but she couldn’t contradict the woman, as it was a true fact that it would be hard for her to hold onto Lucy if there was a big bag inbetween them.

‘’I can just take a cab and meet you there’’ Ona said.

Lucy laughed, ‘’I won’t give you my address, so if you want to come, you need to come with me’’.

‘’You’re just making that up to control what I do’’ Ona said, ‘’forcing me to come on a motorcycle’’.

‘’No one is forcing anything, you can go home you know’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’but by your excitement when you learned I have a motorcycle I think you don’t think it is as bad as you make it seem’’.

‘’You talk too much, we could’ve been halfway through London an hour ago’’ Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’and you know I already got your address’’.

‘’What the hell?’’ Lucy said laughingly as she looked at Ona weird, ‘’do you have private investigators working for you?’’.

Ona shook her head and chuckled, ‘’let’s go Bronze’’.

Lucy nodded and walked over to the bike she owned, on it layed her leather jacket and hanging from the handlebar she took her own helmet.

Ona swallowed hard as Lucy put her bag down and swinged her jacket on, ´´isn´t it too hot for that´´ she remarked.

The Catalan thought Lucy looked incredibly attractive like this, she wore white sneakers, jeans, a white T and the brown leather jacket, but what Ona maybe liked most were the little nose ring and the gold chain the woman wore.

´´You calling me hot?’’ Lucy asked with a grin, ‘’come on, get over here’’.

The Catalan rolled her eyes as she walked over to Lucy and her bike, ‘’big talk for such a whiny little bitch’' Ona said. She caught a little glimpse of a smile before Lucy put the helmet on her head. When she had it on, she reached out to help.

‘’I am not a little bitch’’ Lucy said as she tightened the chin strap of the helmet, ‘’I can squat you two times’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’exactly, you’re a little bitch because you get your worthiness out of made up achievements’’.

A chuckle sounded from Lucy’s helmet, ‘’made up, ha ha, those achievements are very much real’’ she turned to Ona, ‘’and all earned by myself, from scratch’’ she emphasized the last part.

‘’Sure I had an advantage’’ Ona said rolling her eyes, ‘’but I still put the work in to use it to the fullest’’.

Lucy took her bag from the floor and put it on Ona’s shoulder, opposite of her own bag. ‘’I’m sure anyone in your position would be able to build a business’’ Lucy said.

Ona shook her head amused, ‘’no, there’s actually living proof that that’s not true, my brother parties in Ibiza all year round’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’oh yeah? Well, I bet he is way chiller to hang around with’’, she said as she pushed her motor cycle off the standard ‘’or is he a stuck up bitch too?’’.

Ona couldn’t believe her ears, with any other person she would’ve already have come up with six different plans to ruin their lives, but with this woman here, her urge to get on that bike and sit against her only got bigger and bigger with every comment.

Lucy walked with her bike to the garage door she had just opened, ‘’put of the light, will ya’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, getting her to carry the bags, letting her put off the lights, what an annoying bitch.

But instead of complaining she went to the light switch and flicked it off, and started walking back to Lucy, because she wanted needed to get to the bitches house a.s.a.p.

The English woman took place on her bike and with her tiptoes she guided her vehicle outside. Ona quickened her pace, afraid Lucy was leaving her.

Lucy turned and stood now sideways infront of the garage, Ona recognized by her eyes that she was grinning, even though she couldn’t see her mouth, ‘’what?’’ she said snappily.

‘’On the inside of the door is a button, hit that and quickly go under the door’’ Lucy instructed after which she shut her visor.

‘’No way’’ Ona said as she looked around to spot the button, but she hit it and ducked to go under the door, anyways. It was less dramatic then she’d expected, the door went down fairly slow, but she didn’t like that Lucy made her do all this stuff.

The loud sound of a starting engine filled Ona’s ears, even though they were covered by the helmet it was deafening. She stepped closer but hesitated when Lucy started revving. Lucy turned her head, ‘’HOP ON’’ she yelled.

Ona sat on the back of the motorcycle with the two bags crisscrossed on her back. She felt badass as she held on to Lucy who propelled them through the dim streets of London. Ona would never admit it but she was mesmerized by Lucy's scent that hung in the helmet, it smelt like her hair did. The only thing she didn´t like about this little adventure was Lucy´s whimpery driving, she followed the rules perfectly and didn´t even go the speed limit, she went slower.

Lucy slowed down and Ona was pleased to see they were in a -nicer then she’d expected- part of London. Ona knew this area, the houses were old, beautiful, but old, in her opinion you should only buy a house here if you the funds to renovate properly, otherwise it was a waste.

The building they stopped infront looked nice, it was well taken care of. Lucy put her feet on the ground and got her phone from her pocket, in a few seconds a garage door started to open.

They stayed seated like that for a couple of seconds, Ona sat not knowing what to do, until Lucy tapped her thigh. She quickly -but carefully- got of the bike and saw Lucy rolling the vehicle inside while she kept sitting on it.

After Lucy had opened the front door the pair stepped inside.

‘’Ahh, I know how you know my address’’ Lucy chuckled to herself as she walked through the hallway and saw the four shoe boxes standing on top of eachother, ‘’I texted it to you’’.

‘’I applaud you Sherlock, I must say I’m intimidated by your attention to detail’’ Ona said as she took of her shoes and walked further into the house as if she knew the way.

Lucy rolled her eyes ‘’yeah welcome in’’ she sarcastically said.

Ona quickly inspected the place, she was surprised to see the same style used here as in the gym, which meant it was Lucy’s taste. She didn’t like that she liked Lucy’s house, that the woman had a beautiful and properly renovated house in the middle of London, with a garden. It would get to close to being relationship material, and she didn’t participated in those anymore. Luckily the place had a shit view and the kitchen was horrific, so it wasn’t like Lucy was perfect.

The Catalan turned back around after her brief inspection and was met with a smiling Lucy, ‘’No snarky comments from property princess?’’ Lucy taunted as she walked to the other side of the kitchen island Ona was standing at, ‘’does that mean she approves?’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’who did your renovation?’’.

Lucy grinned, ‘’oh it was very expensive, a very skillful person worked on this’’.

‘’One person?’’ Ona asked.

‘’Well, they had a bit of help here and there, but mostly one person yes, they did it in evening hours’’ Lucy said, ‘’is it done well?’’.

‘’Yes’’ Ona said as she nodded, ‘’horrific kitchen though’’.

‘’what wrong with the kitchen?’’ Lucy snapped.

‘’It’s ugly’’. ‘’I can see that it was placed with good craftsmanship, but it does not fit this house’’ Ona shrugged, ‘’waste of potential’’.

Lucy let out a breathy chuckle, ‘’well if you ever need someone to do your renovations, you can always ask me, but I guess I’d leave the decoration choices over to someone else then’’.

‘’No I like the way you did your gym, and the rest of your place, what I have seen, is allright too, just the kitchen’’ Ona said as she tried not to imagine Lucy in a tank top slamming walls, laying pipes or anything else that only she could make look sexy. Damn, did she really renovate this on her own.

‘’Thank you’’ Lucy said, ‘’that was my first time ever designing anything, but I learned a lot from it, like-

Ona cut her off, ‘’the four showers’’.

Lucy looked at her and tilted her head, ‘’yeah’’.

‘’You would’ve made the shower part smaller and put the lockers in the dressing rooms?’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’wow, that’s actually a great idea’’.

‘’You didn’t think that?’’.

‘’No I was only thinking that it was weird to have 4 dressing rooms with 4 showers, while we have 2 gym rooms, which are only used for one-on-one or one-on-two sessions’’.

Ona shrugged, ‘’well it is what it is now’’.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy said as she opened a cupboard, ‘’water?’’ she asked, ‘’or anything else?’’.

‘’Water is fine, sparkling if you have it, otherwise flat will do’’.

As they were both standing with a glass of sparkling water in their hands Lucy broke the silence, ‘’would you know the complete layout of this house right now, like in your head?’’.

‘’With upstairs too?’’ Ona asked.

‘’Mhmm’’.

‘’If you haven’t done any crazy wall changes I think I do’’.

‘’Have you sold in this area?’’.

Ona nodded, ‘’I did, but only because I had a client who wanted to buy something here, I wouldn’t do it voluntarily’’.

‘’Do you not like the neighborhood?’’ Lucy asked before taking another sip.

The Catalan shook her head, ‘’buildings are way to close to eachother for such low buildings, you have 3 floors, no view, from every window you see brick’’.

‘’Or my garden’’.

‘’Okay from the living room you look on to your post stamp of green’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’at least I have a garden’’.

Ona closed her eyes and thought, ‘’I have 7, no 8 gardens, I think’’ ‘’I don’t know if I like my garden in Italia or Vilassar de Mar the most’’.

‘’Oh right’’ Lucy said, completely humbled, she almost forgot the reason this woman was they way she was.

‘’I didn’t think a garden in London was worth it’’ Ona said, ‘’rather had the view’’.

‘’I see’’ Lucy nodded at the woman as if she didn’t just had said the most out of touch thing she’d ever heard.

‘’But feel free to give me a tour upstairs’’ Ona said as it was taking too long for her liking, ‘’if you want my predictions, I think you don’t use the highest floor much, one room with junk, one room with laundry and one with a guest room, then I think you have turned two bedrooms in one for your own bedroom, with an on-suite bathroom’’ she eyed Lucy up ‘’and you are crazy enough to have the remaining room, not as an office’’ she started Lucy in the eyes, ‘’but as a home gym’’.

Lucy’s jaw dropped open, ‘’that is not even one of the skills that a real estate agent or architect has’’ she said in disbelieve.

‘’This one has’’ Ona shrugged, ‘’so am I right?’’.

‘’Yeah, well, I have two guest rooms, but they are on the highest floor, but everything else is correct, how did you do that?’’

Ona shook her head as her sight fell on a couple of family photo’s, ‘’ofcourse 2 guest rooms, for your family’’. ‘’but where do you keep your junk then?’’.

Lucy laughed, ‘’in closets in the guestrooms’’.

‘’Fair enough’’ Ona said, ‘’and the home gym was true’’.

‘’If I don’t feel like driving to the office, I have one at home’’ she offered.

‘’Crazy’’ Ona remarked.

‘’Dedicated’’.

Ona pushed Lucy against the wall as soon as they had both walked up the stairs for a ‘tour of upstairs’.

Air escaped Lucy’s chest as she hadn’t expected Ona to make this sudden move, ‘’jeez’’ she breathed out, ‘’give a girl a warning’’.

A dirty smirk appeared on Ona’s mouth, ‘’you’re taking too long’’.

Lucy used her strength and easily flipped them, making her the one pinning Ona against the wall.

Ona leaned in to kiss the English woman but she leaned back, ‘’taking too long for what princess?’’ she teased, ‘’you are the one hindering our tour’’.

‘’You’’ Ona huffed out, ‘’need to stop talking’’.

‘’And do what?’’ Lucy said as she let her lips ghost over Ona’s.

The Catalan squirmed as she tried to catch the other woman’s mouth with her own, a frustrated huff of air left her nose when she felt Lucy pull back after the slightest touch. Just this brush of their lips made Ona unable to think clear anymore, Lucy’s soft lips, the way her sent surrounded her as they stood so close. The strong, warm hands on her biceps, pushing her against the white wall, she couldn’t take it anymore.

‘’Lucy’’ she said, trying to sound as pulled together as possible, ‘’just kiss me’’.

The English woman smiled, ‘’I don’t know if you deserve it’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’hurt by a couple of stupid jokes?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’I tend to share the bed with more, better behaved woman’’.

The Catalan relaxed her muscles and stopped fighting the restraint.

Lucy loosened her grip on the woman, a little thinking she had said something wrong, but more curious about what Ona was going to say.

‘’Well, then I better go’’ Ona said reserved, ‘’I don't adapt, people adapt to me’’.

Lucy grinned and leaned back against Ona, not holding her tight as she wanted to give the woman the opportunity to go if she really wished, ‘’I don’t know’’ she whispered in Ona’s ear, ‘’wouldn’t you say please if it would mean I’d kiss you?’’ she traced her bottom lip along Ona’s neck. Then she moved to the other side of Ona’s head, ‘’just one simple word’’ she whispered, ‘’say please and I’ll do what you want’’ with that she placed a line of ever so soft kisses in the shorter woman’s neck, she grinned as she felt the woman get goose bumps.

Lucy pulled back to read Ona’s face, when she recognized she almost had her, she took Ona’s hand and slipped it under her t-shirt, placing it with an open palm on her solid abs, ‘’just one word’’ she said softly, making intense eye contact with the shorter woman.

‘’A la merda’’ Ona grumbled but sighed to oblige, ‘’please kiss me’’ she said with an eyeroll.

‘’See’’ Lucy leaned in, ‘’I’ll teach you right’’ she kissed Ona softly. But Ona didn’t have any of it, she quickly deepened the kiss and pushed them off the wall.

‘’Bedroom’’ she said as she broke the kiss for as short as possible, before crashing in to the English woman again.

Lucy lifted Ona with ease and carried her towards her bed.

She climbed on it with Ona still around her and laid the woman on her back in the middle of the bed with her on top.

Their kiss was filthy, their open mouths mushed against each other as if it were their first meal after 20 years of starvation, Lucy couldn’t help but groan at the way she tasted, she could kiss her for hours.

Ona’s hands started wondering below Lucy’s t-shirt, she pulled on it, signaling she needed her to take it off.

When Lucy pulled away to quickly take it off, Ona took her own blouse off.

In their bras they continued their make out session, Ona’s hand found Lucy’s head and she buried her fingers in her dark strands of hair.

The heat Lucy had experienced during the sex they had in the showers not even an hour ago was back, she had wanted to take Ona home to have her way with her properly, the way she’s was acting like such a fucking brat was just begging to be fucked good.

Lucy broke the kiss and shifted her attention to Ona's throat, sternum and collar bone, marking her with open mouthed kisses, ‘’have you ever been fucked with a strap?’’ Lucy asked against Ona’s skin.

It took a few seconds before Ona answered, ‘’yeah, why’re you asking, just because I’m young?’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’no, age has nothing to do with this and you’re not even that young’’ Lucy said as a grin tugged on her mouth because she was about get Ona crazy, ‘’you’re just acting as if you’ve never had a good fuck’’.

Ona’s mouth dropped open, ‘’I have’’ she huffed.

‘’Oh yeah? And ours didn’t count by the way’’ Lucy smirked, ‘’or did you mean by that stiff rake Evelyn?’’, ‘’did she make you cum as fast as me?’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, but secretly this talk from Lucy turned her on immensely, ‘’yes’’.

‘’Yeah did she make you cum on her tongue just as easily as I did’’ Lucy got closer to Ona, ‘’I can’t believe her being that good’’ she emphasized her words by rolling her hips.

‘’Oh please’’ Ona rolled her eyes again, ‘’you’re not that good either, and you also used your fingers’’.

‘’Didn’t have to’’ Lucy simply said, ‘’that was just for my own fun’’ she added in a low voice.

With those words Ona could literally feel a pulsation between her legs, fuck she needed that woman, and she needed it now.

‘’Why are you being such a bitch?’’ Ona asked as Lucy was hovering over her, her hips sensually grinding in to her.

‘’Why are you being such a bitch?’’ Lucy said as she was being straddled by Ona, crossing her legs around her.

‘’No you are nice by heart, I can tell you act’’ Ona said in a thoughtful voice and with her gaze on the English woman's eyes as if she could read all of her thoughts.

‘’Well I wont let people walk all over me, if you act like a brat I’ll respond to you that way’’ she said, narrowing her eyes.

‘’Why bother if you don’t like my attitude’’ Ona said, also narrowing her eyes.

‘’Your hot’’ Lucy simply said, ‘’why do you bother?’’.

‘’Same reason’’ Ona answered with a smirk.

Lucy rolled her eyes, ‘’you can’t even say it out loud? It’s a shame that pretty little body of yours is filled with such a shit personality’’.

Ona rolled her eyes as well, "I can say it, you are hot’’ she stated, "but what would the difference be?".

Lucy grinned, "yeah you wouldn’t know, would you’’ she lowered herself to whisper in Ona’s ear ‘’but it’s actually decent human interaction".

Ona huffed out air in frustration, "I don’t know why you annoy me so much".

"Because I don’t take your shit".

Ona shook her head amused, ‘’no it’s not that, it was rhetorical I do know why’’.

‘’Why then’’.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I said it in the showers, but I get you’re slow so I’ll repeat myself, I can’t temper my physical attraction towards you’’ Ona said, ‘’but I know the reason, it’s because I haven’t had sex in a long time and you’re just the first hot person I have encountered in a long time’’.

Lucy looked at Ona weird, ‘’you-

Ona interrupted her, ‘’don’t tell me I haven’t been clear with you, and I thought we were on the same page, hell I even thought you were even more amazing after you felt the same way as me and agreed’’.

Lucy broke out in a chuckle, ‘’I do agree, I would never date someone like you, I just, I expected someone I have sex with to be nice to me, but I guess that’s not the way you see things’’.

If Ona would be completely honest with herself, she knew that she was just being a bitch to sabotage their chances of ever getting closer then to just sleep with eachother. She couldn’t develop feelings, she never wanted another relationship in her life, people just screw you over.

She sighed deeply and uncrossed her legs around Lucy, giving her space to sit away, which she did. Ona pushed herself up and sat against the headboard ‘’I feel like we need to set some ground rules, because I would like for us to continue sleeping with eachother and I want to keep training with you too’’.

‘’Yeah good idea’’, lucy said with a grin, but she swallowed the comment she was about to make as she appreciated Ona’s normal communication, and finally said a sentence without a snarky comment.

Ona sighed, ‘’what did you want to say?’’.

‘’Okay’’ lucy said, ‘’it’s a bit oversimplified, but I wanted to propose’’ she shook her head with a laugh ‘’you are nice to me and I’ll fuck you’’.

‘’Okay’’ Ona simply agreed after a few seconds of silence, ‘’deal’’.

‘’Okay, that’s it?’’ Lucy asked surprised.

‘’I just want to have sex with you’’ Ona replied, ‘’I can be nice to you’’.

A small cheeky smile appeared on Lucy’s face.

Ona rolled her eyes and pushed Lucy’s face. The taller woman pretended Ona had pushed her over with the small motion and dropped on her back, pulling Ona with her. The Catalan chuckled as she laid on top of Lucy, ‘’I think you looked badass riding your motor’’ Ona said, as her first act of niceness.

A big smile took over Lucy’s face, ‘’see, this is so much better, I already enjoy this a hundred times more’’.

Ona rolled her eyes but laughed, ‘’but you drove a bit like a pussy’’.

‘’I knew it was to good to be true’’ Lucy said with a smile as she rolled them both over and started kissing Ona’s neck, making her squirm and scream of the ticklishness.

Wednesday 02:00 am – Ona’s penthouse

As Ona was laying in her big bed in her penthouse, after dealing with the stupid joked Sophia had attacked her with, she caught herself smiling at the ceiling. She shook her head and pulled herself together, trying not to thing about the way Lucy was so amazing Lucy, and go to sleep.

Thursday evening – Ona’s penthouse

Ona had ordered takeout, but Sophia had ditched her last minute for a date she wanted to go on. Ona didn't want to eat alone, and to be fair, it would be a waste to have to throw away half of it, so she had texted Lucy explaining her situation.

@ Lucy: aw did she leave you alone to get laid

@ Ona Batlle: yeah

@ Lucy: why does it sound a little familiar

@ Ona Batlle: ha ha ha

@ Ona Batlle: now do you have dinner plans or not?

@ Lucy: what happened to our 'being nice' agreement

@ Ona Batlle: Lucy do you want to eat dinner with me?

Ona sended the text with a heavy eyeroll, hoping Lucy could feel it at the other end of the screen.

@ Lucy: you rolled your eyes didn't you 😂

She chuckled at her screen.

@ Ona Batlle: maybe

@ Lucy: but sure, i'll eat dinner with you

@ Ona Batlle: do you want me to ask if valet can handle motorcycles?

@ Lucy: oh that would be nice, saves me from those ungodly high rates they charge for parking in your street

@ Ona Batlle: yeah it is expensive, okay i'll text u in a sec

Thursday, a bit later that evening – Ona’s penthouse

''And how did that parking garage look'' Ona chuckled as she let Lucy in.

''Good'' Lucy said as she took her jacket and shoes off, ''there were so many cool cars in there''.

''I still think it's funny to hire someone for valet who doesn't have motorcycle licence''.

''But you expected it''.

''Yeah I was thinking about the fact nobody in this building owns a motorcycle, and then I thought, oh would they be able to put it away for you''.

''I had to follow the valet boy who walked me to your parking spot'' Lucy said as they walked into the living space, ''do you not have a car or something?''.

''No I take cabs everywhere'' Ona said with a shrug.

Lucy nodded, ''but you can drive?''.

Ona smiled, ''cars, yes'' ''motorcycles, no''.

Friday morning – Bronze Fitness Forge

They had managed to get through the gym session without breaking professionality, okay, maybe there had been some lingering touches here and there, but even with the massage they had both behaved.

Now Ona was done with drying off from her shower and walked back in to the dressing room wrapped in her towel.

Just as she undid herself from it, wanting to put her underwear on, someone knocked on the door on the gym side, she quickly pulled the towel back around her, ‘’yeah?’’.

Lucy opened the door, ‘’you forgot your shoes again’’ she said as she stepped in with the trainers, ‘’this is going to be- ‘’ she lagged as she saw Ona standing there, covered in nothing more then a towel, ‘’a tradition, is it?’’ she finished her sentence.

Ona chuckled and stepped closer to Lucy, ‘’oh shit, sorry for the inconvenience’’.

Lucy laughed breathily as she handed Ona the shoes, ‘’no worries’’.

‘’How can I pay you for your troubles’’ Ona asked whispering as she pulled Lucy closer with her shoes the woman was still holding. She saw Lucy’s chest rising and falling faster as she got closer.

She planted a soft kiss on the taller woman’s lips, ‘’thank you’’ she whispered.

As she wanted to take the shoes form Lucy, who was still holding them, she forgot to keep her elbows on the towel, making the cotton cloth fall to the ground.

‘’Oh eh sorry’’ Lucy said as she removed her hands from the shoes, ‘’I eh-‘’.

Ona chuckled as she dropped the shoes to the ground too, ‘’no worries, you can make it up to me’’ she whispered as she stepped impossibly closer to her, and placed Lucy's hands on her hips.

Lucy lost all composure and kissed Ona greedily.

´´You stay right here and get dressed, mind your business for a sec okay´´ Lucy said after she had got dressed quicker then Ona had ever seen one do before, ´´I need to cancel some appointments´´.

´´I am getting dressed´´ Ona rolled her eyes, ´´you mind your own business´´ she muttered quietly.

´´I am´´ Lucy said as zipped her bag shut, ´´and I’ll see you outside´´.

The door shut when Lucy got out.

Damn what a desperate woman, Ona thought, canceling appointments to get laid.

She quickly texted Sophia that she wouldn´t be there for an undefined period of time.

Then she heard Lucy talking to the secretary, confirming the fact that, the dressing rooms where indeed not soundproof at all.

´´Hey Carla´´.

´´Hey Lucy, what can i--- huh, you’re not in your training clothes?’’.

‘’uh, yeah, I am actually coming to you to call in sick, would you be so kind to call off all my appointments for today’’.

‘’Sick?’’.

Hastily Ona had put on her clothes, she gathered her stuff to throw in her bag and zipped it shut.

‘’Yeah I don’t feel really well’’. Lucy told the secretary.

Ona stormed out of the dressing room, she loved this, what an entertaining day. ‘’MISS BRONZE, I WILL PERSONALLY LET MY PA SEND IN A COMPLAINT ABOUT THIS’’ she said with a raised voice.

Carla and Lucy looked up.

‘’YOU DON’T EVER THROW UP ON A CLIENT, I HAVE NEVER NEVER NEVER IN MY LIFE EXPERIENCED SUCH A DISGUSTING THING!’’

With that Ona disappeared onto the London streets, she giggled to herself as she waited on Lucy.

After a few minutes a voice interrupted Ona’s thoughts and she looked up from her phone. ‘’I hate you, but also thanks, at least it was convincing’’ Lucy said as she walked towards Ona.

Ona looked back at her phone to finish a reply and put it away.

‘’Hate me?’’ she pouted, ‘’I thought we were an acting duo’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’Okay, that was a fun Saturday’’ she admitted.

‘’Right’’ Ona said as she already started walking towards the ally way.

Lucy smiled to herself, at least there was no doubt in how much they both wanted this.

...

Saturday night - Ona's Penthouse

After the encounter on friday morning they had told eachtother, but mostly themselfs, that it wasn't acceptable to skip days of work and that that day would be an exception.

They came to the conclusion that they had to see eachother more so the two hours of fitness could be spend in total sobriety. (Ofcourse🙄) They agreed with eachother that they had managed great that friday morning, it had only gone south when Ona's towel had slipped. So they agreed to never be alone in the lockerroom together.

Two weeks went by with this new dynamics, training sessions stayed professional, but Lucy and Ona regularly met eachother for a release. Usualy it would be at Lucy's place, as Ona had someone staying at hers, but this weekend Sophia was going home to her parents again.

This led to Lucy, this Saturday night, lying next to her in bed.

Ona was convinced she had just had the best sex of her life and was now lying on Lucy's chest with her head, her fingers tracing lines on the personal trainers toned stomach.

In a comfortable silence they stayed like that until Lucy spoke, ''that was maybe the best sex i've had in my life'' she sighed as she kept tracing her fingers along Ona's back.

Ona started chuckling.

''Hey'' Lucy said, poking Ona playfully, ''you were doing so good with being nice, don't laugh at me''.

Ona quickly shook her head, ''no i laughed because i was just thinking the exact same thing''.

"Really?".

"Yeah" Ona sighed, "it's a shame i have to go after next week".

"Where are you headding?" Lucy asked.

"Rome" Ona said, "but only for 2 weeks because after that I have something in Paris and then i need to go to Spain real quick for my fathers birthday, so i combined that with a few deals too and after that Rome again".

"Jezus" Lucy breathed out as she retracted her arm from Ona and strechted "i could never".

Ona shifted a bit, moving her head to the crook of Lucy's neck, burying her head against the warm skin. She smelt the English woman's sweat and instead of being disgusted by it she actually enjoyed it. But she wouldn't ever admit that to anyone, she didn't even admit it to herself.

After a few moments Ona started to doze off.

"It's getting late" Lucy whispered as she felt Ona's breath steadying.

"Mhm" Ona groaned quietly, barely hearable "just stay, you're so comfy".

Lucy pulled the bedsheet over them, "are you sure" she said, gently rubbing Ona's back again.

"Mhmm" Ona smiled, "especially if you do that".

Lucy smiled, she was really starting to develop a soft spot for the Catalan business woman, especially on moments she showed her soft spot. The last two weeks Lucy had learned that the woman was actually very kind. She just went through a lot on a young age, Lucy thought. She had learned Ona donated to multiple charities and when she had met Sophia, the woman had had nothing but kind words about Ona. This made Lucy to believe Ona had just acted the way she did coming from a hurt place, afraid to let anyone close again, probably especially in romantic terms, as she had been cheated on by Evelyn.

But Lucy tried not to think about all that, as a relationship with the Spaniard was impossible, she was only in London once every year.

Sunday morning - Ona's penthouse

Ona stirred as she woke up, she frowned when she felt herself laying against a bare woman.

Then her memories of the previous night flooded back, Lucy had stayed over, the first time she had shared a bed, for actual sleeping, with someone in over a year.

She took a deep breath, afraid this was going to be the end of her crush on the musculair woman, no one was hot first thing in the morning. Well, she thought, let's just hope it isn't too off putting.

With that she gently got out of bed and went to the bathroom quietly.

When she came back in to the room, the curtains were open and sun lighted up the woman that was, still, peacefully sleeping on her bed.

Ona was mesmerized, she looked so pretty with her slightly bewilderd hair, so peacefull with her arms up and tucked under her head, so cute with the way her chest rose in a steady pattern, covered by the thin white bedsheet.

She stayed standing there for a few seconds until she was weirded out by herself, she put on her robe and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen she started to make some tea and scrambled eggs, for herself she made coffee, she was always amazed on how the English just went about their day drinking a cup of tea in the morning, no, she needed some real Spanish coffee to have a good start of the day.

As she was setting the table Lucy walked in, "g'morning" a heavy accented english morning voice sounded.

Ona turned around, "bon día hermosa" she said with a smile, looking at Lucy who had put on her white sportsbra, "i made eggs and tea".

"Wow" Lucy sighed in contendness, "you're really getting the hang of this whole being nice thing".

Ona smiled, the comment didn't even bother her, so she just shrugged and continued setting the table.

Now Lucy was flabbergasted, she almost missed Ona's snarky comments, so she wanted to test her limmits, "what are your plans today?" she asked.

Ona looked up with a smile, "i have none, you?".

"Also none".

"Ever seen London from the Thames?".

"Yes" Lucy said with a smile, "but that was lovely and i'd do it again any day".

"I have a friend who rents out boats"

Lucy was amazed when they arrived at the dock, sure she had been on boats, but that was nothing compared to the beauty's in this harbor.

"Ona!" A man called out.

"Ha Gerold, how are you?" Ona asked the man she shook the hand off, "this is Lucy, she owns Bronze Fitness Forge" Ona stated as if her gym was a well known fenomenon.

The man also shook her hand, "nice to meet you Lucy, i'm Gerold, i'm in boats" he laughed, "but i'm sure you could've guessed that".

Lucy laughed, she didn't find the man very funny, but she wanted to be polite.

"Well", the man said, "I'm sending Thomas with you as helmsman for the boat, if i didn't have work i would've come myself" he said in an appoligetic voice.

Ona chuckled, "oh i couldn't ask that of you Gerold, and thank you so much for letting us borrow your own boat".

"Any day Ona!" Gerold said, "my wife and i still think of you often, we're so happy with our house, it's perfect".

"Aw" Ona smiled, "It was perfect for you two, I'm still glad that offer was accepted then".

"Me too", the man said, "well have a good day you two, Thomas is already on the boat".

"Thank you" Ona and Lucy said.

Lucy followed Ona to the boat, she was wearing a white blouse and white top, borrowed from Ona, with her own jeans, she thought the blouse looked nice but she didn´t come close to the way Ona looked. They were wearing matching fits, but colored oposite. The Catalan was wearing a white trouser with a light blue blouse. They also matched with sunglasses, Ona had leant Lucy a pair, letting her choose one she liked from the maybe 100 she had laying in a drawer of her closet.

It made Lucy wonder if she had an entire wardrobe like that in every house she owned.

It had been a lovely afternoon sailing on the Thames, the boy who was with them to steer was very nice and mostly stayed in the cockpit.

He had first asked a few times if Ona and Lucy wanted something to drink, but Ona had said nicely that they would get something themselves if they needed anything, she had also encouraged the boy to have a drink himself every now and then if he wanted to.

They had laid on the deck and watched London go by, it was a nice summer day but with the breeze on the water they were glad they had put on longsleeve tops.

Now it was almost dinnertime and the boy was berthing the boat back in it´s spot. Ona had tanked him for coming along ealier, and had slipped him a 100 euro note, eventhough Gerold had told her it was on him, she wanted to give the boy a little something.

A few hours earlier she had planned a dinner in a rooftop restaurant she loved with her phone, sending an email if they had a table left for tonight, which they luckily had.

Sunday night - Ona´s penthouse

´´Did you enjoy dinner?'' Ona asked Lucy while pouring her a glass of white wine.

Lucy nodded, ''a lot, the whole day actually, thanks for taking me along'' she said honestly.

Ona smiled, ''wouldn't have been fun without you'' she said as she finished pouring her own glass.

She walked towards Lucy, ''want to sit on the couch?''.

''mhm'' Lucy said as she took one of the glasses from Ona, ''thank you'' she said, looking into the shorter woman's eyes, ''for everything''.

Ona held her gaze, unconsciously moving closer ''it was my pleasure'' she said as she could now feel Lucy's breath against her face.

Lucy bowed her head to be on the same level as the shorter woman, she could feel Ona's shaky breath against her lips as she leant in.

They shared a kiss, the kiss was different to kisses they had shared earlier, it was a kiss without hunger, or well, a different type of hunger. It was full of feelings, wanting to be close to eachother, wanting to be connected.

As their glasses clinked against eachother they broke the kiss, disturbed by the sound.

Ona cleared her throath and smiled, ''right, uhm, couch''.

''Mhm'' Lucy said back with a dopey smile, ''can't let the wine get warm''.

Ona chuckled, ''that would be a shame''.

Lucy took place on a spot on the couch that was directly pointed at the big windows, she loved the view from Ona's beautiful apartment.

Ona sat on the other side of the cornered couch.

''Are you going to sit there?'' Lucy asked, ''don't you want the view?''.

The Spaniard chuckled, ''if you want me close just say so''.

Lucy shook her head with a smile but didn't deny anything.

Ona moved to sit on the same side as Lucy, eventhough the couch was long enough for them to leave two metres between them, she took place so close next to Lucy that their thighs touched.

The English woman said nothing and took another sip of her wine, Ona also took a sip, before letting her head rest on Lucy's shoulder.

Lucy sighed in contendness and shifted a bit to get her arm up so Ona would be a little more comfy, resting her arm around the woman.

They sat like that for a while, sipping wine and looking out of the windows, overlooking the city. The air was filled with a warm silence, they were both enjoying this moment together.

When Lucy's glass was empty she let it rest on her leg, holding the stem of the wine glass, spining it around with two fingers.

''Want a refil?'' Ona asked, looking up at Lucy.

Lucy smiled as she looked into Ona's eyes, she shook her head, ''no one is enough for me'' she said, ''I didn't want to disturb you by leaning forward''.

Ona smiled and took the glass from Lucy to put it on the coffee table, she put her own next to it, eventhough it had still a bottom left. She looked back at Lucy ''so kind of you'' she said, ''very thoughtfull''.

The English woman shrugged, ''you looked relaxed''.

''I am'' Ona smiled, but her smile faded as she realised how she had behaved towards the woman that had this calming effect on her, ''hey Lucy'' she said as she sat up, ''sorry again for being so mean-spirited the other days''.

She saw Lucy's gaze go from her eyes to her mouth and back to her eyes, ''it's okay Ona'' Lucy ensured, ''i think i know where you're comming from, and i've noticed you're actually very kind''.

''Where i'm coming from?'' Ona asked surprised.

''Yeah, i think your trust has been broken'' Lucy carefully said, as she kept her eye on Ona, ''maybe even more then once?''.

Ona took a deep breath and let her head fall back on Lucy's arm.

''You don't have to say anything'' Lucy said as she gently started stroking Ona's hair, ''it's okay''.

Tears welled up in Ona's eyes, how could Lucy be so nice to her, they had just known eachother for a couple of weeks.

''Hey'' Lucy kissed Ona's temple, ''you're okay, you can cry, i won't think any different of you'' she planted another kiss, ''don't hold it in because of me''.

With a breathy whimper the tears started flowing, ''because you already see me as pathetic'' she joked.

''Nooo'' Lucy soothed, ''not at all Ona, i think you're so strong, so beautiful'' she placed another kiss, ''just a little broken''.

''God'' Ona sniffed and wiped her eyes carefully not to smudge her mascara, ''this is emberassing''.

''Hey'' Lucy turned Ona's head gently to look her in the eyes, ''you're one of the strongest woman i have ever met''.

Ona laughed with a stuffed nose from her tears, ''who is crying in the arms of a stranger''.

Lucy tried not to take offence from that comment, it hurt a little to be refered to as a stranger, but she realised she didn't know how she would call them either, ''well, showing your emotions also takes courage'' she said as she pulled her hands up to Ona's face and wiped her cheeks with her tumbs.

Lucy looked back at her eyes and saw Ona looking at her lips. She smiled and leant in to kiss the woman.

''So why do you not have a partner?'' Ona asked as she pulled back.

Lucy chuckled, ''I can answer that in two ways, d'you want political correct or the other one''.

Ona crinkled her nose, ''the one thats true?'' she asked laughingly.

''Well..'' Lucy akwardly said, ''they both have truth in them''.

''Allright, get it over with''.

''Okay, first and most important reason, i haven't met the one'' Lucy said as she stared infront of her, ''second reason is i...'' she hasitated, ''..i enjoy flirting with woman''.

Ona couldn't suppress the smile that tugged on the corners of her mouth, ''akward Lucy likes flirting?''.

Lucy rolled her eyes, ''i know, you wouldn't expect it, but i'm usualy pretty smooth'' she grinned, ''they like the abs too''.

''Wow'' Ona said as it dawned on her, ''so that was your thing, you do impress them with your whole fitness thingy'', she started mimicking Lucy, ''i believe i can break personal records with you on multiple fronts'' she chuckled, ''and then you slip their hand under your shirt''.

She looked at Lucy, ''right?''.

Lucy shook her head, with a smile ''maybe''.

''But why?'' Ona asked, ''are you affraid you can't keep from flirting if you're in a relationship?''.

''I would never cheat'' Lucy said quickly, as she knew it was a sensitive subject for Ona, ''i just haven't found the woman that has it all''.

Ona nodded, ''cheaters suck''.

''Cheaters suck'' Lucy agreed, ''it's so stupid too, because you can just communicate''.

''Well'' Ona said bitterly, ''that seems to be very hard for some people''.

''What happened'' Lucy carefully asked as she rubbed Ona's thigh, ''if you want to talk about it''.

Ona looked at Lucy, the beautiful tanned face with the tiny nose ring, she smiled, ''i have been cheated on by both the woman i have ever had an relationship with, Evelyn, the last one, she knew of the first one, and still'' Ona stopped as she felt the lump in her throath, she swallowed and continued ''still she cheated, we had been together for a year and a half, and half of that she'd spent fucking other women besides me'' she spitted the last words out with disgust.

''Heyy'' Lucy soothingly said, ''c'mere'' she patted her lap before pulling Ona on it.

''I just feel like i am not worthy enough to not be cheated on'' Ona said with a broken voice, she sniffed, ''dios, sorry, i am normally not like this''.

Lucy cupped her cheeks and smiled, ''i think evelyn and that other bitch are crazy, and i think they realise that now too'' she gently wiped away a tear that fell down Ona's cheek, ''you're so beautiful, and i hate that you've been hurt like that because i can see there is such a beautiful soul inside you too''.

Ona blushed by the words the English woman spoke, ''Lu-''.

'-sshh, it's true, you've just been hurt, but i know you will find someone who is worthy of your love one day, who will never cheat on you, never intentionally hurt you''.

The Spaniard was at a loss for words, how could Lucy speak so kindly about her, and why did Ona feel this sensation in her stomach everytime she caught Lucy looking at her lips.

She leant in to kiss Lucy. Again it was a kiss different then the once they had shared before this day. So tender, so peacefull.

Lucy hands found their place on Ona's body, not in a needy exploring way, but in a gentle grounding way.

´´Come with me´´ Ona said in a breathy voice as she broke the kiss after a few minutes.

''we d-don't'' Lucy smiled at her assuringly, ''w-we don't have to do anything you know that?''.

Ona tilted her head.

''We don't have to sleep with eachother right now, i get it if you're not in the mood, we can just cuddle or something'' Lucy suggested.

''Oh'' Ona smiled, ''you are so sweet to me''.

Lucy shook her head, ''just being a decent human, the bare minimum''.

''But i was talking about something else'' Ona carfully said, ''come with me when i.. leave for Rome?''.

The smile from Lucy's face slowely disappeared, she chuckled akwardly ''what d'you mean?''.

''Come with me'' Ona said with a twinkle in her eyes, ''i really like your company''.

''i can't Ona'' Lucy said as she soothed her hands along Ona's sides, ''i have clients here and my gym''.

''What if you hire someone in your place?''.

Lucy shook her head, ''they booked me, some people want me explicitly''.

''I want you'', Ona pouted, ''can't i hire you to come with me as a personal trainer''.

''No'' Lucy chuckled, ''then i'll still leave those clients, remember''.

''Just hire some other high class trainer''.

''i cant just do that''.

Ona rolled her eyes, ''you're no fun''.

''You stay in London then''. Lucy challenged.

''No i can't'' ''i have business'' Ona sputtered, before she realised what Lucy did, ''right''.

''Mhm'' Lucy smiled, ''we both have things to do''.

Ona kissed Lucy again, this time it was a hungry kiss, ready to forget their conversation with some physical distractions.

Tuesday evening - Bronze Fitness Forge

It was time for Ona's training session again. Lucy had left Ona's appartment Monday morning, just early enough to avoid an akward encounter with Soph, but late enough they'd drawn out a couple of orgasms from eachoter.

Lucy and her worked perfectly together, as they'd admitted to eachother that weekend that they had the best sex they'd ever had together.

Now Ona stepped in to the building, eventhough she'd seen Lucy yesterday, she was still looking forward to seeing her again. They had texted a little bit here and there, saying goodmorning and goodnight and some things about their days.

She got dressed and stepped in to the gym, and maybe she was a bit early, but she hadn't expected to see the thing she was walking in on.

Lucy was standing at the massage table and giving a woman a massage, the woman was laying down and Lucy stood besides the table.

It shouldn't make her this mad, it wasn't her right to feel this sting in her stomach and it was unreasonable the way her sight got blurred slightly from the damp that formed in her eyes.

''Miss Batlle!'' Lucy cheered, ''we are almost done, could i kindly ask you to wait in the dressingroom?'' she said in a professional tone.

''Of course'' Ona said, suppressing a whimper in her voice, ''pardon me, i didn't-

Lucy smiled and nodded.

''It's okay'' a muffled sound from the person laying on the table sounded ''we're almost done''.

Ona turned around and took place on a bench in the dressing room, merda, why does this bother her as much as it did.

Her thoughts get interupted by a loud grunt ''agh, Luce, just like that''.

What the hell, Ona thought, she couldn't believe what was happening.

''Okay'' she heared Lucy say, ''i think that knod is gone now''.

''mhh'' the woman giggled, ''you're such a good masseuse Luce''.

''Thank you'' Lucy said casually, ''well, more next time''.

''Yeah'' she giggled again, ''god, i need someone like you in my house, who could just give me massages every day''.

''Well you got my number Jess'' Lucy said, ''just text to book a next appointment and i'll see if i have a spot''.

''Yeah i have put you under the name magic hands'' the woman said.

Ona grumbled as she hear Lucy laughing with her.

When she heared the other dressing room close she stood up and pretended to do something with her bag, as she didn't want to look like an eavesdropping.

''Hey Ona'' Lucy said as she walked in to the dressing room, ''sorry about that, she is the wife of a soccer player i coach, they did a couple session once and since then she comes alone sometimes'' she got closer to Ona as she whispered, ''i actually think she is so anoying'' she confessed, ''but i'm mates with her girlfriend, so i just do it anyways''.

Ona chuckled, she was confused as why the partner of that woman wanted Lucy's hands all over her girlfriend, but she guessed Lucy was a trustworthy enough person, that they didn't mind. "Why do you find her anoying?" Ona asked sincerely.

Lucy quietly replied, as if she was afraid the woman in the dressing room would hear them, eventhough Ona could hear her sing under the shower "I feel likes she flirts with me, she just acts way different when her girlfriend is around then when we're alone" Lucy said, "and she obnoxiously loud".

´´Oh´´ Ona said, not being able to come up with anything else.

Lucy cupped Ona´s chin with her hand and tilted it up towards her, ´´now what´s wrong´´ she asked in a teasing voice, chuckling.

´´Nothing´´ Ona huffed, acting like a todler.

Lucy leaned in enough to let their lips brush, ´´what´s wrong?'' she asked again, a bit more serious this time.

Ona turned her head, ''let's just go train'' she said. She hated herself for feeling so much for this woman, Lucy could flirt with whoever she wants, it's not like they're in a relationship.

''Okay'' Lucy said, ''i don't know whats wrong, but if you want to go train now we'll do that, i'll just say that i wouldn't have minded to kiss you before''.

With a laugh Ona turned back, ''wouldn't have minded?'' she chuckled, ''good to know you're feeling so neutral about it''.

''No wait'' Lucy said shaking her head, ''i meant, i was looking forward to kiss you again''.

Ona couldn't suppress her smile at those words, but then the smile faded again, ''me, or just someone?''.

''What's this about Ona?'' Lucy asked with a frown, ''i like you, i think you're cute, since we've first slept together i haven't done anything with anyone else, not that we had made rules for that, if anything you were very clear on the 'no relationship' policy you're handling''.

''Right'' Ona said with a broken voice, ''i just--'' she shook her head, she was not going to confess to Lucy that when she had said ''i know you will find someone who is worthy of your love'' that Ona had seen a future flash by where she was together with Lucy.

''Train then?'' Lucy asked when it stayed silent for a couple of minutes, she was dying to kiss the Spaniard infront of her, but she wasn't about to confess she hadn't been able to think about anything else since the freckled woman had entered her life.

Ona sniffed her nose, ''y-yeah'' she said, actively trying to hold back her tears.

There was a sad atmosphere during the sports session, they did what they had to do, but there was not much talking.

At one point it was enough for Lucy, she couldn't hold it in anymore, it had been on the tip of her tongue for an hour ''I like you'' she blurted out.

Ona almost dropped the barbell she was doing swings with, did she hear that right? She put the weight on the ground and turned around to face the woman.

Lucy was standing there as if she didn't know what had gotten in to her, ''sorry i-''.

''What did you say?'' Ona asked, she had heared it, she just needed to be a hunderd percent sure, or maybe she wanted to hear it again.

''uh'' Lucy bit her nails, ''n-nothing, i just'' she shook her head, ''accidentally said something''.

A tear rolled onto Ona's cheek, but she smiled, atleast she tried to smile, ''okay'' she cleared her throath, ''uhm, i am going to the toilet for a second'' she said before she hastily moved towards the dressing room.

Lucy stood in the same position Ona had left her in for a couple of minutes until she regained conscience. She shook her head, what the fuck had she done, Ona would never go with a pleb like her, and frankly, the woman deserved better then here, god, she had litteraly admitted to liking flirting with woman so much as a reason to not date, to a woman who had been cheated on. ''Fucking knobhead'' she said out loud, shaking her head.

Lucy quickly walked to the dressing room, she wanted to apologise. She went in and to her surprise Ona wasn't in the toilet, but stood in the middle of the dressing room, changing ''leaving?'' was the only thing she could mutter.

Ona looked at her, only now Lucy recognised the swollen eyes, red from crying ''y-yeah i need to go home'' Ona said.

''crying?''

Ona let out a sobby laugh, ''can you only say verbs in a questioning matter anymore?''.

''I am not good enough'' Lucy stated out of nowhere, ''technically it might be possible to hand over my role here, but we can't be in a relationship, you deserve better''.

Ona stayed quiet as she kept on getting dressed.

''I get it if you only see me as someone to share the bed with'' she said turning back to Lucy with her bag, ''just don't lie to me about it''.

She walked towards the door, ''i understand i'm not enough to just only have me'' with that she walked out the door, two steps away from it she couldn't keep her tears in anymore.

When she stopped to book a taxi on her phone she felt a hand on her shoulder, ''ona'' a small voice called out, ''let me tell you the truth then''.

Ona shook her head as she turned around, she looked at the ground, ''i don't think i can handle it, please don't say it out loud''.

Lucy bent down and grabbed Ona's face, only now did she see Lucy's tears, ''i have to say the truth, i like you Ona, i like you a lot, you amaze me, you're so pretty and you're the smartest one i've ever met, and you're funny, even when you're mean i like you still so very very much'', she chuckled ''i-'' then Lucy got a lump in her throat, the first part of her confession was easy, but the second part was... ''you're just'' she looked at Ona, ''you, i mean, like that perfect sunday, i would never been able to give you that'' she looked down, ''okay maybe once, but then i'll have to live on water and dry bread for like a month'' she chuckled sadly, ''i'm not at the same level as you, i mean, i rent the space my gym is in from people like you'' she sighed and shook her head ''i bet your closet is worth more then my house''.

Finally Lucy looked up to Ona again, and was met with..... a smiling woman. ''Huh?'' Lucy said confused, then she shook her head, ''don't laugh at me please''.

''No no nooo'' Ona grabbed Lucy's face, ''i am not Lucy, i am not''.

''Lucy, you're such an amazing woman'' Ona said with disbelieve, ''i can't grasp the fact you feel like we are not on the same level'' she shook her head, ''i mean i can't grasp the fact you see me above you'' she grabbed Lucy's face thighter, ''you renovated a freaking house'' she chuckled, ''do you know why i eat scrambled eggs and take out, i can't even cook'' Ona called out to the ceiling, ''and yet here you are saying things like this'' she looked back at Lucy, ''i had an advantage, but if we take all the money out of the picture, we would be left with one skillless woman and one very skillfull one''.

Lucy frowned, ''i hope you just forgot all your skills in the field of architecture and real estate'' she chuckled, ''otherwise this is a big clever roast from you''.

Ona chuckled, ''Okay that came out a bit stupid, but you have to take in account that i am not a native English speaker, i was talking about life skills''.

''Hmm'' Lucy said, ''Well your profession is also a life skill, you make a living off of it''.

Ona smiled, ''you're so cute, i can't wait for us to be officially together''.

Lucy kissed Ona tenderly.

''So we're really doing this huh?'' Lucy chuckled as she was still face to face with the Catalan.

Ona gave Lucy another kiss, ''first to the beautiful Rome, and then to the city of love'''.

Lucy smiled, ''Paris''.

''Mhm'' Ona smiled at her ''I bet you would love waking up with a view of la tour Eiffel''.

''I would, but like i've said before, no view could beat the sight of you''.

''romàntica'' Ona laughed as she rolled her eyes, ''and in Rome i live in a mansion just outside of the city, i fell in love with the olive trees so i needed a big garden full of them'''.

Lucy shook her head in disbelieve, ''we need to work on statements like this, and i'll pay for my own plane ticket by the way''.

Ona laughed, ''okay, don't hate me for saying another out-of-touch thing-

-so you do know what that is!'' Lucy laughed.

Ona playfully slapped Lucy's chest, ''but we fly with one of my dads planes''.

Lucy took Ona's hands ''wow'' she said as she leaned in to kiss Ona, ''I don't think i'll get ever used to the things you say'' she kissed Ona softly ''but I think i'll only be able to join you when you're already in Paris, but Rome was on the agenda again later right, so i'll see your house there later?''.

Ona tilted her head, ''Yes after Spain i need to go there again, but why can't you come with me earlier?''.

''I have to set everything up here'' Lucy gave her another kiss, ''leave it behind properly so I have my full attention for you when we meet up again''.

Ona smiled, ''will you stay my personal trainer too?'' she asked.

Lucy shrugged, ''ofcourse i'll train with you, you just can't pay me for it anymore, and i am going to work where ever we go because i cant just live off of you''.

''We'll set up a gym for you in each city i have a house'' Ona said as if she was stating a fact.

''Ona!'' Lucy said, ''this is exactly what i meant'' she shook her head laughing, ''I need to build things up myself''.

''I'll just give you the buildings'' Ona said.

Lucy slapped her forehead, and shook her head, ''no Ona, i want to create it myself, everything'' she took Ona's hand again, ''but i'll ask you to search for a place i can afford with me when i have saved up enough to rent''. Suddenly and idea struk her, ''maybe i can rent out my house here or something and then use that towards my new project''.

Ona shook her head, ''renting is not smart, it's losing money, it's wiser to buy''.

''It's not about what's smarter, it's about what's possible'' Lucy said as she brought one of Ona's hands to her mouth, ''we'll see how everything goes'' she said as she placed a kiss to it.

Ona smiled, ''i feel so happy already''.

''Want me to changed and come home with me?'' Lucy asked.

''I think i need to kiss you some more first'' Ona said as she cupped Lucy's face.

Tuesday night- Lucy's house

Ona moaned while pulling Lucy's hair, ''I think you hypnotize me with good sex''.

A chuckle sounded between Ona's legs, Lucy climbed up to hover above Ona ''I think you hypnotize me with the way you taste'' she said before indulging in a sloppy kiss rich of tongue.

Again Ona moaned, this time it was more whiny, her hips shifted, searching for contact with any part of Lucy's body.

Lucy chuckled, ''is it all i'm good for? giving you orgasms?''.

''Hmm'' Ona let her head fall back on the bed, ''no i love talking to you too, but there's a time and-

The words hitched in her throath as Lucy slid two fingers along her core, ''and what?'' Lucy teasingly asked as she kissed Ona's exposed neck, ''tell me, i love talking to you too''.

''y-you're'' Ona tried to gain back her composure, something that was encredibly hard with those talented fingers teasing her entrance, ''a tease Luce'' she groaned,

''Why am I a tease?'' Lucy asked as she grazed her teeth along the skin of Ona's throath, making her arch of the mattress, ''what did you say, come on i'm dying to know''.

''There's a time and a place!'' Ona called out as she felt Lucy barely dip one of her fingers inside her, ''now is not the time for talking''.

''What is it time for?'' Lucy asked, sucking at Ona's skin, ''for this?'' she asked as she pushed her two fingers inside the Catalans pulsing opening.

Ona moaned as she once again arched off the bed, ''fuck yes'' she cried out.

Lucy grinned, ''i think i need something to shut me up then, so i can focus'' she said as she curled her fingers inside Ona.

Ona's eyes rolled back as she tried to focus on Lucy's words, she pulled Lucy closer by her neck and kissed her.

Lucy groaned as Ona mesmerized her with the captivating kiss they shared and the way she felt around her fingers.

...

Wednesday afternoon - Ona's penthouse

Ona had come home this morning very very satisfied, but most of all very very happy.

She had sat down with Soph and told her everything, well not everything, she didn't need to know anything about her intimate life, but the fact Lucy and her were going to start dating had been shared.

Sophia was really happy for Ona and they had a happy and productive workday behind them, where Soph had made a comment here and there about how Ona was glowing or how love was a good look on her.

She couldn't even find it in herself to care or make a snarky comment back, she secretly liked it.

This brought her to the here and now, where she was sitting behind the computer in her office, she had agreed with Soph to let her handle dinner.

Ona still had some things to arrange.

First she found out who the building owned that Lucy's gym was in, coincidentally she knew the guy, it was an acquaintance of her father.

She gave him a quick phone call.

''Hey tío'' Ona started, ''you're speaking with Ona, Ona Batlle'' she clarified.

''Ona!'' the man sounded happy, ''what do i owe the pleasure too?''.

''I was calling about one of your buildings'' Ona told him wich one she was talking about, ''does it bring in a lot of money for you?''.

''Meh'' the guy said, ''i mean the renters always pay me on time, so it's a perfect building to own, but it's not anything special''. ''Why? do you have clients interested?''.

''I got someone who wants to take it over with the renters, a silent conveyance''.

''Who is it, and you know we always have to atleast give out an email with a new owner'' the guy said, ''what are they offering?''.

''What would you do it away for?''.

''22 milion'' the guy said, ''but if they gave you a bigger budget, i'll accept that too'' he laughed, it was one of those typical rich golfer guys laughs.

Ona laughed in politeness, she knew 22 milion was a fair price from the guy, ''they were thinking 20-21 million, but i bet they'd give you 22, i'll just tell them i negotiated from 25 to 22''.

''Deal Ona, you're a funny girl, makes me miss your dad, how is he?''.

They talked about him for a while before Ona could finally end the call, within two weeks she would be the proud owner of the building Lucy rented from, now she only needed to keep her fingers crossed that Lucy wouldn't read the email about it, she just wanted to buy the building as a safety net for her, if the gym clients really did leave if Lucy wouldn't work there anymore, she didn't have to worry about rent.

Then it was time for her next plan, she made a couple of calls to people in the world of fitness.

When Sophia called her for dinner an hour later, she was done.

In a couple of days Bronze Fitness Forge would have a dozen candidates stopping by for a job interview, she had deliberately planned it on Saturday, figuring Lucy would not like it if her normal program was disrupted.

...

Friday morning - Bronze Fitness Forge

''I hope you are free tomorrow'' Ona said as Lucy walked in to the dressing room.

''Hey to you too'' Lucy chuckled, ''sorry i couldn't wait for a kiss'' she offered as explanation for why she was in the dressing room.

''Yeah yeah'' Ona chuckled, ''sure you didn't just wanted to take a peek?'' she teased.

''Ah busted'' Lucy said smiling as she held Ona by the waist and pulled the shorter woman against her, ''what did you plan for tomorrow then?''.

''Now i want a kiss first'' Ona pulled a sad face, ''can't just talk about it and not do it''.

Lucy grinned and leaned in, ''you're cute when u put on a pouty face'' she said before kissing her.

''So what did you plan?'' Lucy said as they broke their kiss, clearing her throat, almost having forgotten where they were.

Ona blinked, having to regain her thoughts after she'd been broken from the trance of Lucy's smell and taste, ''uhm'' ''oh right, a surprise, i need you from 11 until 17''.

''Is it fun?'' Lucy asked suspiously, as she couldn't read anything off of Ona's face.

Ona chuckled, ''for me probably, for you..'' she looked at Lucy earnestly, ''i hope so, i hope you like my gesture''.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, ''what did you doooo?'' she asked suspiously, ''nothing with money i hope'' she added, ''I don't want you to buy anything for me''.

''No'' Ona laughed, ''if you like one, you can pay for it yourself'' she said cryptically.

''You're crazy'' Lucy shook her head, ''you aren't going to give me any hints, are you?''.

''Nope'' Ona said with a satisfied smirk, ''you'll see''.

''Are you bringing me along shopping?'' Lucy tried, ''making me buy suits you'll accept me wearing when i'm walking by your side''.

''No'' Ona shook her head, ''i accept everything you'll wear if it means you're next to me''.

Lucy lifted an eyebrow.

''Okay, some things i like better then other things, we can upgrade your wardrobe another time'' she said rolling her eyes.

''But not tomorrow?''.

''No tomorrow we have something else planned'' Ona said as she took her clothes off, ''now quit asking stuff because i won't answer''.

But Lucy had long forgotten the track she was on, she was watching Ona getting ready putting her gym clothes on.

When Ona wanted to turn around to put her sports bra on Lucy reached out, ''you don't have to turn around for me you know..'' she cheekily said.

Ona looked at her with an open mouth, ''okay miss pervy'' she said, pushing Lucy lightly.

Lucy chuckled, ''oh yeah, as if you didn't stare at me when i was putting my shirt on that first evening class''.

Ona rolled her eyes, ''just because you looked so dumb being stuck in it'' she said, not being able to keep from smiling.

''Okay fair enough'' Lucy said, crossing her arms and accepting her defeat.

Ona took her normal bra off to replace it with her sporting one, ''and you looked at my ass too'' she said, catching Lucy's eyes roaming her chest.

Lucy blushed, ''i was not'' she sputtered, still looking down.

Ona held her hands infront of her boobs, finally making Lucy look up at her, Lucy blushed as she felt like a caught teenager.

Ona chuckled, ''see, i saw that face too that day'' she laughed again, ''i just hadn't learned what it meant yet''.

Lucy grinned as she took Ona's hands, ''it meant'' she said leaning in, ''that you look so fucking amazing that i can't tear my eyes off of you'' she said hungrily, leaning in to kiss Ona.

Friday evening - Ona's penthouse

Lucy cooked dinner as Sophia and Ona sat behind the counter, all tree they had a glass of whine and it was very lovely how Sophia and Lucy were getting along.

Lucy had texted Ona with the idea of her cooking dinner for her tonight and when Sophia heared about the plans she insisted on staying, so she could properly meet Lucy, as she had only spoken to the woman once, and Ona wasn't dating her back then.

So Ona reluctantly agreed, as she'd rather just spend her time alone with Lucy, but she turned around a bit more when Lucy had been enthusiastic about it.

After they had eaten dinner and had a few more glasses of wine, Sophia announced her cab was going to be there soon, as she didn't want to arrive at her parents' too late.

´´Allright lovebirds´´ Sophia said as she came back with her suitcase, she´d fetched from her room.

Lucy stepped away from Ona, she had been hugging her from behind, standing at the kitchen as Ona was wiping the counter.

Ona looked up with a smile, ´´ah yes, have fun with your parents Soph´´.

´´I will´´ Sophia smiled, ´´they love that i´ve been able to come home the weekends, so thank you for that Ona and have a good weekend you two´´

´´Ofcourse´´ Ona smiled, ´´thank you Sophia, you know you´re the best assistant i know right´´.

´´I really like this in love version of you´´ Sophia chuckled, ´´i could get used to this´´.

´´Hey!´´ Ona said, ´´i was nice to you before this too´´ she pouted.

Sophia shrugged, ´´yes but now you´re even nicer´´.

Ona heard Lucy chuckling besides her, ´´hey! you two are not ganging up against me, are you?''.

''Well'' Sophia laughed, ''i have to go, good to meet you properly Lucy, nice to get to know you''.

''It was a pleasure Sophia, nice to meet you too'' she gently put her hand on Ona's back, ''i'm sure we'll be seeing eachother a lot more from now on''.

''without a doubt!'' Sophia laughed as she walked into the hallway ''bye byee''.

''Bye Soph'' Ona chuckled.

''Bye Sophia!'' Lucy called out before she heard the door shut.

''Sooo'' Lucy said as she took place behind Ona again, she burried her face in Ona's neck and closed her arms around Ona's tummy, ''in love huh?'' she smiled as she took in Ona's scent, ''sounds good''.

''Hmm'' Ona hummed as she lightly got rocked to and fro by the woman wrapped around her, ''what if i am?'' she said with her eyes closed, enjoying Lucy's presence.

Lucy smiled against Ona neck and pressed a kiss against her skin, ''maybe i am too'' she hummed against the smaller woman.

Ona chuckled, as she tried to turn around.

''No'' Lucy said as she thightened her hold, ''no you are mine now, can't escape anymore'' she chuckled.

Ona turned her head to try and face Lucy as good as she could, ''i don't want to escape, i wanted to turn around'' she laughed, ''millor et faig un petó'' (so i can kiss you better).

''I am going to learn your language'' Lucy said as she loosened her grip on Ona, ''because i have now idea what you were just saying'' she laughed.

Ona turned around, ''i said i wanted to kiss you'' she said as she leaned in.

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he he he (stay put for part 3 to find out if Lucy likes what Ona has planned this saturday 😈)

PART 3

#lucy bronze smut #woso smut #woso fanfics #lucy bronze x ona batlle #lucy bronze x reader #lucy bronze #ona batlle smut #woso #woso imagine #ona batlle #barca femeni

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steddiealltheway · 1 year ago

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By some twist in fate, Eddie and Nancy become friends.

It starts when Eddie sees her at The Hideout standing out very much in the sea of dark clothes wearing a lavender sweater and jeans. Eddie tells his band mates he’ll be right back when he rushes off to Nancy, noticing how people are starting to stare at her a bit.

“Nance?” Eddie asks, hands in the pockets of his black jeans trying not to make it obvious that he’s fidgety. He knows that she can defend herself, but it looks like some of the guys in the bar are going to test it, and he hopes his presence will make them back off a bit.

Nancy turns and her eyebrows furrow before she gives him a tight smile. “Eddie? What are you doing here?”

“Just finished up a gig. What are you doing here?” Eddie asks.

Nancy looks around and loudly says, “I was just here to see you play. I can’t believe I missed it.” She throws her arms around Eddie and whispers in his ear, “I’m looking into something.”

As she pulls away, Eddie smiles and puts his arm around her. “How about we talk outside?”

Nancy nods and walks toward the exit. Eddie turns and waves Gareth off as he stares at him with his jaw dropped.

As soon as they’re outside, Nancy lets out a deep breath and Eddie rushes off to his van, not trusting the few people outside staring. He opens the passenger door for Nancy and goes quickly to the driver side. When the door closes, Nancy immediately says, “I know this probably sounds crazy, but I think there’s a dog fighting ring below The Hideout.”

Eddie sits back and takes in the information. He shrugs. “Okay. I can believe that.”

Nancy rambles on, “And I know there’s not great evidence and it’s a shot in the dark but-” She stops and looks at Eddie. “You believe me?”

“Yeah. You’re one of the smartest people I know, and the Creel stuff checked out, so why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“I gave you no evidence,” Nancy says as if she’s trying to talk herself out of her own theory.

Eddie shrugs again. “Then, give it to me.”

And she does. Telling him about a dog she saw chained in the backyard of someone’s house with marks consistent with an attack. How the only time the owner brings the dog inside is when he leaves his garage to drive to The Hideout, although he usually parks in the driveway which means he probably doesn't want people to see him putting the dog in his car. How he parks at the back of the bar in a fenced-off section that only a few other cars can go in. How she’s seen dogs in the other cars and even barking in the back that fades almost as if the noise starts traveling down. But this is the first time she’s gone inside.

“Well, that all sounds pretty damning, but you’re going to have to stop your investigation style.”

Nancy crosses her arms. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, you stick out like a reporter, and your notebook was sticking out of your pocket in there. No one is going to talk to you, and if they think something is up, then you risk them relocating. So, I suggest we give you a metal makeover and you let me drive you here in my van because your shiny little car is just as suspicious.”

Nancy looks a bit pissed as she states, “I don’t need your help or protection.”

Eddie smiles. “I know you don’t, but I would be a great undercover buddy and excuse for your presence at The Hideout.”

Nancy narrows her eyes at him. “Why are you helping me?”

“One, you saved my life. Two, this sounds like an adventure,” Eddie says throwing his arms out with glee.

Nancy tries to suppress a smile before she sighs, “Fine, but if you blow the case…”

“I’m dead, and I never go on anymore adventures with you. Got it.” Eddie holds out his hand with a wide smile, and Nancy takes it, shaking it one time.

It feels like the start of a wonderful friendship.

-:-:-:-:-:-

“Wow,” Eddie says staring in awe at his work.

“I feel ridiculous, Eddie,” Nancy says, dark eyeliner smudged around her eyes, chains dangling over her tight black pants, and one of Eddie’s band t-shirts tucked into them.

“Well, you look absolutely metal,” Eddie says with a bright smile.

Nancy rolls her eyes but smiles.

Eddie thinks for a second before announcing, “We should stop by Family Video to show off your new look.”

Nancy scoffs.

“I always stop by on Wednesday! Please,” Eddie practically begs. He can’t wait to see the look on Steve’s face when he sees her. He wonders if Robin will be there too.

Nancy gets a little investigative twinkle in her eye. “You stop by every Wednesday, huh?”

Eddie eyes her. There’s no way she knows about his crush or the fact that he stops by every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and sometimes Saturday and Sunday depending on if Steve's working the weekend shift. He tries to brush it off. “Yes, so I must stop by today. Right now actually, so you’re coming with, Wheeler. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Nancy narrows her eyes at him.

“Alright, we’re doing this the easy way. Got it,” Eddie says, voice cracking a bit with fear that only Nancy can evoke. Luckily, she follows him to his van and gets in willingly.

A quick trip over and a surprisingly pleasant conversation later, and Eddie is dramatically entering Family Video. His heart skips a beat when he spots Steve at the counter looking at him, and he nearly forgets the reason for his dramatics. Then, Nancy clears her throat, still hiding behind him, and Eddie makes eye contact with Robin who is raising her eyebrows expectantly.

Luckily, the store is empty when he dramatically announces, “Lady and gentleman, I present to you-”

“Ruth,” Nancy whispers behind him.

Eddie moves to the side and dramatically presents, “Ruth!”

Robin looks like she’s about to die on the spot, and Steve well… he looks a bit shocked.

Eddie hooks his arm around Nancy and walks her up to the counter. “What do you think Steve?" His heart tugs a bit as he notices the way Steve doesn't look at Nancy but instead focuses in on Eddie's arm draped around her shoulders. His jaw flexes and his nostrils flare as he looks at Eddie and nods. "She looks great like a female version of you." He tries to smile at him, but it comes off forced and almost scary.

Eddie's arm guiltily slides off Nancy and a blush settles over his cheeks. He feels weirdly embarrassed as he passes Nancy off to Robin who stutters while complimenting her.

Eddie takes the break to look at Steve who stares at a stack of tapes, fiddling with them as if to make it perfectly stacked. "Didn't realize you two were so close."

"We're working undercover on a case," Eddie says with a big smile, feeling almost giddy with excitement.

Nancy laughs, overhearing him. "We're investigating something," she corrects, but adds on, "An adventure." Her eyes light up and her eyebrows raise, and Eddie feels an intense platonic love for the woman.

He glances back at Steve who continues staring at his tapes. "Sounds fun," he says flatly.

Eddie feels another shoot of pain in his heart, almost stricken by guilt. He and Steve have been talking and relatively close for the past few weeks, but suddenly he gets weird when he becomes friends with Nancy?

It strikes Eddie suddenly. He's jealous.

Of course Steve would be jealous of Eddie parading around with his ex-girlfriend! It makes so much sense. He probably thinks he's corrupting her or something.

When Robin asks Nancy more about her investigation, Eddie can't help but lean over the counter and mumble, "You know that there's nothing happening between me and Nancy, right? She doesn't like me like that at all. Trust me. Don't have to worry about her being taken or whatever especially by me," Eddie rambles out, laughing at the end to add to how ridiculous the thought even is.

Steve looks at him confused. "That's not- that isn't..." He shakes his head and goes back to his stack. "I don't have feelings for Nance."

Eddie almost scoffs at that because hello. All signs point to jealousy. "So, you're not jealous?"

"No of you," Steve mutters still fidgeting with the tapes.

Eddie nods. Maybe he's just having a bad day or something. "Great, glad we cleared that up. But uh- are you okay?"

Steve nods and gives him that same tight smile. "Yup."

Yeah, he's definitely not fine, but he's not gonna push it. He glances over at Nancy to ask if she's ready to go, but then he sees the way she's leaning over the counter toward Robin, chatting animatedly about her evidence while Robin listens with heart eyes, practically drooling as she asks Nancy more questions. And what's even more interesting is the way Nancy gets flustered as Robin asks questions she hadn't thought of before and a blush slowly appears on Nancy's cheeks.

Eddie watches in awe as the two form more theories with their ideas bouncing off of each other as they slowly lean closer and closer until Nancy's arms are pressing against Robin's. Eddie softly smiles. If Nancy can tease him about his crush, he's going to certainly tease her about hers.

"Watch it there. You might start drooling if you stare too hard," Steve mutters to Eddie, hurt evident in his tone.

"Why would I be drooling?"

Steve rolls his eyes and loudly announces, "I'm going on my break." The two girls jump apart as he storms off to the back and slams the door behind him. Christ. What has him in such a bad mood?

"Damn, what did you say to him?" Robin asks with her arms crossed.

Eddie raises his hands. "I have no idea."

Nancy raises her eyebrows. "Oh, I have an idea, but come on. I think that was our cue to leave." She turns back to Robin and very regretfully says goodbye before Eddie follows her outside.

"Really, I have no idea-"

"He's jealous, Eddie," Nancy states with a small smile.

Eddie fidgets and says, "Well, he told me he wasn't after I explained you don't have feelings for me."

Nancy laughs, and Eddie stares at her. "What am I missing?"

"He's not jealous of you! He's jealous of me. He likes you, Eddie, and don't tell me I'm wrong because I know what he's like when he likes someone."

Eddie stops to think about the way Steve had hardly paid attention to Nancy and gave all his attitude to Eddie. But that can't be true, and he knows he can't say that to Nancy, so instead he stirs the pot. "And you like Robin, and she likes you back!"

Nancy's jaw drops and she splutters, "She doesn't- I don't- She... That is not what we're discussing right now!"

"Here's what I think," Eddie says, ignoring Nancy's attempt at changing the topic, "I think that you should go to The Hideout with Robin because you two clearly work well together, and she's a better investigator than I am. Plus, you two have the experience after the whole library and asylum thing."

Nancy takes a second to consider it and asks, "But what about you? I know you wanted the adventure."

Eddie's stomach flips a bit at how caring Nancy Wheeler is. "I think I've had enough adventure in the Upside Down to last a lifetime. Plus, I have a weak stomach, and I might throw up if I saw a dog fighting ring."

Nancy smiles and huffs a laugh. She looks down at her feet a moment before looking at Eddie with a determined look that scares him. "If I go with Robin, you'll take her work vest and cover the rest of her shift. Plus, I get your van so we have a ride."

"Deal," Eddie says handing her his keys without thinking.

"Have fun with Steve," Nancy says with a big smile running back into Family Video.

Shit, he had forgotten about that part.

Eddie races inside, but it's too late, Nancy is already talking to Robin about the plan. She hands over her vest to Eddie and squeals, "Tell Steve I'm not sorry at all."

The bell on the door rings as they both race out. Eddie sighs and makes his way to the back, hoping that Steve won't entirely lose his shit at the news.

He knocks on the door and gets a, "Leave me alone, Robin," in response.

"It's Eddie. Robin left with Nancy," Eddie says loudly through the door.

It quickly opens with Steve looking a bit frantic and confused. "She what?"

"She left to investigate with Nancy. I'm covering the rest of the shift."

Steve stares at him for a few seconds and sighs running a hand over his face. "I didn't mean to make you lose your chances with Nance. That was a dick move, man. I can cover the rest of the shift on my own, and you can go with them."

Eddie crosses his arms. "I told you she doesn't have feelings for me."

"Yeah, but you have feelings for her clearly. You couldn't take your eyes off of her after that whole makeover of yours. Turned her into your perfect girl or whatever," Steve says angrily, and Eddie sees that same jealousy returning.

"Why are you getting so jealous?" Eddie asks outright, refusing to fully rely on Nancy's explanation.

Steve runs a hand through his hair and rests it on his hip. He looks at Eddie for a few seconds, eyes wandering all over his face before blurting out, "Because I like you! Okay! And I thought maybe you did too because of how often you come in and talk to me, but clearly, I was wrong." He brushes past Eddie and goes back to that damn stack of tapes, fidgeting with them again.

Eddie takes a deep breath and says, "Steve?"

Steve tenses up, and Eddie continues, "You realize that I don't have feelings for Nancy because I have this huge overwhelming crush on you that I never thought would go anywhere, right?"

Steve turns around quickly. "Huh?"

Eddie slowly walks up to him. "Nancy tried to tell me that you were jealous of her, and I thought it wasn't possible. That there was no way that you could like me like that. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming right now."

"Me too," Steve says with his eyes wide.

Eddie stops in front of him and cautiously smiles. "So, what now?"

Steve smiles back. "You know, I once heard that if you want to wake up from a dream, you just grab someone in the dream and kiss them."

"Really?"

"No," Steve says stepping closer. "But I think it's worth a try."

"Me too," Eddie replies as he leans in and does what he's been dreaming of doing for weeks now. Steve's lips are soft and warm and Eddie feels like he could get lost in the way they move against his.

Sadly, Steve breaks the kiss and says, "Huh, not dreaming, which also means that I need to temporarily put the closed sign on the door."

Eddie's eyebrows furrow, still confused as to why the kiss ended early. "Why?"

Steve jumps over the counter and flips the sign. "So we can properly kiss in the back without the fear of people coming in. I'm still on my break, you know, and I know exactly how I want to spend every minute of it," Steve says all matter-of-fact as he makes his way back to Eddie and tugs him into the breakroom.

God bless, Nancy Wheeler.

(Oh, and Nancy's investigation pans out exactly as she expected. She busts the ring pretty fast, and in her article, she thanks ((her, now, girlfriend)) Robin and even Eddie for their help. And trust me, the fruity four go on plenty of adventures together. Plus, Eddie and Nancy are very willing to give their partners their platonic soulmate time, so they can also hang out.)

#steddie #platonic edancy #eddie munson #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steddie ficlet #stranger things #this went in a different direction than expected #because i realized it was getting too long #but i was going to have a whole eddie and nancy as investigation buddies together plot #but i firmly believe that they still do that #just on cases Eddie can stomach

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plasticfangtastic · 4 months ago

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Dairy Girl-- Part 2

A Homelander x F! Reader fanfic

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to post this and hope the lenght is enough of an apology, yeah this is gonna be liek 4 parts i got too engrossed btw. hope yall like it here's the previous chapter:

Synopsis: In order to provide a constant supply of fresh breastmilk for Vought’s number one hero, Vought has had to get quite nifty in order to prevent this secret desire out the press and the public– you have unfortunately discovered the truth.

Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, abusive dynamic, Homelander being Homelander, dub-con, dark, mild smut, breastfeeding kink, kidnapping, child-death mention tw, cheating tw, set in s4 but canon nothing, slow burn.

word count: 3.4K

Part 2– Calf

As he’d mentioned before the house was an escape proof cage– every window had its hinges super glued or welded shut, glass panels thick enough to prevent shattering but thin enough to allow sound in. That night as he’d left you for the first time you kept your composure, perturbed more by the earlier events that nothing had time to sink in, you venture across the 3 bedroom home, each room old taken straight out from a vintage furniture catalog, the master bedroom smelled just like your grandmother’s, the bathroom walls covered in tacky pink tiles that you told yourself will never get used to.

By the time you explored the whole building you understood the following: The size felt deceiving, without a way to see the outside this building could’ve been 35 floors high and you wouldn’t know, the east-wing of the building at the opposite direction where you’d emerged was cut off from you by a thick metal door, an eye-scan request made its unpickable lock, looking at how it cut on the hardwood floors you’d guess this is where in the kitchen and perhaps the garage and entry hall could be found, this overall felt like an architectural nightmare, the only other oddity of this was the piles and piles of bottled water– Vought branded water… you much rather drink Dasani than this crap… It was by far the worst one in the supermarket.

There were indeed no phones or even ethernet ports on the wall, the TV was bolted in its place and so was the VHS player (and all the furniture too), there were at least 350 titles on the walls (something you bothered to count on day 5), an extremely old vinyl player your only other company... whoever had supposedly lived here was a big fan of Cab Calloway, ABBA and Bruce Springsteen, here you and Bruce could become intimate friends it seems after all you had all his vinyls, alongside an expansive jazz assortment, nothing in this selection went past 1989.

You also learned a very useful fact on day 3 you stared at one of the 18 cameras that you’d found.

“I really want some Mcnuggets! Like just a 12-pack and a large Sprite! Maybe an Oreo Mcflurry too!” You yelled into the camera waving your arms as if the circular lense would reply somehow.

Barely few minutes later the air was filled with the roaring sounds of a bike burning tires seemed the forbidden end faced some road which made you giddy, about 50 minutes later a small door at the door itself opened smoothly where the first strange hand you’ve seen in the last 3 days popped-out leaving a bag with a familiar logo… it wasn’t maccas tho, it was Vought-a-burger which was okay but that wasn’t the point, you picked your meal and your oversize ice-cream and drink and begun connecting lines– Your prison was in Pennsylvania, based on the area code on the phone number on that old pizza box, located close enough from both a pizza chain and on a 15 to 20 minutes drive from a Vought-a-Burger, the library held no maps for you to try to find your location but give or take about an hour or two by foot from any civilization… Yet as you drank the mostly melted caramel churro sundae you smiled thinking of how to steal a bike.

That Night you picked two tapes from the wall not caring one bit about what you were going to see, you stared at the camera.

“Hey can one of you check like an underrated 80s movie list from IMDb ‘cuz I seen a few of these already… at least bring me something new!”

As always no response was ever given, you dragged your feet towards that ornate bedroom of yours, pink walls, flowery quits, a matching chaise lounge, a hardwood coffee table bolted to the ground and your private TV and VHS player, it took you an hour to remember how to use these thing that second day here. You put on a movie, curling in your bed in the dark, smelling the sweet flowery smell of fabric softener, this didn’t smell like home, pillows too soft, mattress too soft everything here was made to bring you comfort but it was making you feel like a squatter.

The cold light of the screen enveloped every surface and you slowly faded away as ‘Lady in White’ began to wrap up, eyes glued to the screen so firmly you screamed when the faint red light peeked from the corner, clutching the quilt across your body as the red faded away and all you saw was a vaguely illuminated shape.

Blurry colors with no clean shapes, standing facelessly enough blue to let you see it was humanoid, Homelander creeped closer, his body blocking the light and like a shadow he devours everything, he turned around to pause the player, draping his gloves on the dumb box as he turned around once more, your heart caught in your throat, each breath quick and sharp as he took another step closer, hushing softly and he’s there swallowing you whole he kneeled into the bed the mattress squeaked and chimed sinking under his weight pulling you in, only the faint outline of gold eagles and soft blonde locks told you with absolute certainty that he was here… that 3 days ago you indeed met The Homelander, far from the pretty blue-eyed hunk from the movies more ghoul.

You swallowed as his head rested on the pillow next to your hips, his nose burying in the cushioned pillowcase.

“I was busy with work” He mumbles softly, staring at you with the same playfulness of a guilty pet owner who’d ran out of their cat's churu treats– "I promise to visit, I got you something… left it downstairs for you.”

He stared at your white knuckled hands and without uttering a word you understood his demands, fingers moved by psychic force alone, you welcomed him into your lap as you came undone, burying your digits into his hair, soft like cotton, so smooth you dreamt of cat’s bellies as you scratched him, he took the remote from under you lifting you with so much ease your brain struggled to compute it at first, the movie played and all he wanted was petting.

“Security told me you’ve been good… nothing crazy… am glad, "he said with a tired tone.

“What good would that do me…?” You replied with your eyes focused on the screen.

If you wanted to survive I had to get on his good side, no? you though

“I like it when you people understand your place” He chuckles softly.

‘You people’? You could easily discern the meaning behind his words by tone alone, your finger stopped suddenly, his eyes flaring up immediately.

“I think this would be more productive if you told me exactly what’s going on… I won’t try to run or scream… am just confused and scared…” you spoke bluntly as his gaze met yours in the dark.

“This is my private speakeasy and you’re the bartender… tap too… is hard being on top… and I want some relief… and a sanctum–

“To express your socially unacceptable inclinations/interests? Fair enough I can imagine the press would eat you alive if they found out you liked breastmilk.”

“You’re cute and smart too.” He pushed himself into your stomach, your body sinking to the shape he wanted, holding you tight– I’ll be a good owner and let you asks me absolutely anything you want”

“Why me?”

“Dunno.” His lips tightened into a flat line– the doctors picked you, I asked for a good provider… but all the women downstairs and you did have one thing in common” He sounded awkward as he spoke listening to your increasing heartbeat– you kept producing… I asked to have easy access to my treat but somebody downstairs came out with all of this” his hand lazily gestures around– bit extra I know.”

How simple, he didn’t even care about this to begin with, glaring at him gave you no answers or comfort.

“My family…?”

“They think you killed yourself, I've been told… your ex-hubby been on twitter acting holier than the virgin mary, absolutely devastated for likes” You bit your lips, face scrunching up ready to shout and cry– everybody suspects he murdered you even the cops”

“I'm going to kill him!!” Your tears flowed regardless – god fucking dammit!”

Your whole body rejected the news, twisting your stomach and filling you with needles

“How would you do it?”

“Bash his head in with a hammer…?? I don’t know but fuck him! I wasted 5 years of my life with that bastard!” You cried.

Homelander buried his face into your stomach, hiding the smile on his face. as you cursed outloud for a little bit, he paid no attention to your words.

“Sorry…” You cleaned your tears trying to stop this embarrassing display, the mere thought of him acting like he cared made you sick when he wouldn’t even come to his own son’s funeral– are you gonna hurt me?” you cleaned your nose against the pillow.

He moved so quickly before you knew it he’s face to face and even in this dark room only lit by rolling credits he appeared serene as a painting… It makes your blood run cold.

“Why would I hurt my comforter?”

That night he only slept for a couple hours, never moving from your stomach, holding you regardless, he snored softly, mumbling half-spoken words, lips twitching and brows furrowing, you petted him gently watching his hardened frown melt.

Some days he’d come once, others he’d come five times and then there were the days were you didn’t see him at all, leaving you awkwardly aware about how odd these exchanges felt… for it never felt truly sexual, your fears of molestation and ‘real’ assault dissuaded as you accepted that all this man was doing was come here to whine and bitch about work and suck on your titty– like right now, Homelander has been shouting, talkign so much shit about his coworkers you started to wonder if it was made up for nobody could certainly be that allegedly incompetent, about how stressful it was to do 20 plus media interviews all day, about hoq\w his latest film “Justice Serve” was a fucking nightmare already despite being only half-way thru pre-production.

“Do you even know what it's like to deal with idiots who think they’re better than you because they have an award!?” He put your nipple back in his mouth with a frown– who does Villeneuve think he is” He mumbled into your skin.

Yet he didn’t only bring petty grievances and thirsty lips– he showered you with gifts, perfumes you couldn’t pronounce filled with soft fragrances: sweet but not sugary, warm tones without too much spice. Brought you beauty products to pamper you… to watch you play with from the many cameras in the house, and dressed you like a doll in clothes you honestly wouldn't have bought in the first place, too flowery and tradwifey.

You did so with a fake smile, you’d be pretty for him if you must, keep your tongue in-check and swallow the ever increasing knot in your throat for he at least wasn’t loud towards you, he didn’t yell, he didn’t make scenes… you were just living like his newest pet.

His miniature cow standing in the living room instead of the evergreen pastures outside, VHS tapes and steel food trays made your fence.

You keep busy cleaning this house making stories of who had lived there, Bruce the only one who spoke to you.

Analysing the house inch by inch, there had to have been a spot they’ve missed you kept thinking, you figured that somehow they monitored your sleep cycle, only entering to remove dirty clothes and trash in the death of night, they knew if you were obviously awake, on day 14 you stayed up till around 5 am and not a peep was heard accross the house but as you woke past noon all your trash had been cleaned up, on day 16 you stayed awake all day felt sick passed out and same thing, you would find a way out, you would force them to take you out, all the furniture was glued in its post but if you had to cause a fire you fucking would… as you stared at your clean bedsheets you figure you could force them to come in and drag you outside but as you postulated the possibility of a faux-suicide attempt Homelander’s face flashed accross closed eyes– dare dissapointing him and lose all the goodwill you’d been building, trust, even presents more extravagant than anything your ex ever did.

Had he not kidnapped you, hold you against your will in an underground bunker, used you as a milk fountain and terrified the fuck out of you with his invisible steps in the middle of the night you would had found him charming… endearing even… at least he was still handsome… frightening but handsome.

Day 18-19-20 were the worse so far, days went by and your isolation only grew he had not come by, your meals delivered so quietly you missed them and found them cold, birds either too loud or gone but Homelander never came, every hour the anxiety only grew as you found your throat aching to speak with somebody other than a non-present 80s musician.

You made a stack of the movies you’ve seen yelling to the camera demanding more to watch, abandoning the cause to focus on the obscene collection of Danielle Steel books in the library… at least 30 books, at least it was a distraction as you woke up for the third day in a row without hearing from Homelander.

You talked to yourself, prettier views didn’t make up for human interaction, you had isolated yourselves before… you didn’t eat, shower, answer calls, simply left yourself to rot in your bed, sinking deeper and deeper into your mattress, the calm heartbeat of the machine keeping you alive until the phone battery died, now here you were curling in the couch feeling that endless void inside you screaming back at you, nothing to distract you from it any longer.

How ironic that those days locked in the basement had been the firsts since the funeral that you’d hadn’t thought about it.

Now every sleep came with dreams of distant cries, empty halls that cooed back, and a sense of urgency as time slipped from underneath you, nothing here smelled like him, yet in your sleep you held your pillow as you once held him, swearing it smelled like him, in the silence the singing birds sound like babies, but there’s nothing but creaking floorboards, old pipes and foreign ghosts in this place.

In this endless silence your mind told you this was limbo, jazz solos disguised the pandemonium of a silent afterlife, but as your heart anguished once again you buried yourself in paltry distractions, reading out loud as to keep your vocal chords warm and delude yourself that there was some company in here, mostly to hide the nonexistent crying.

It took you by surprise when half way thru ‘The Ghost’ you heard the buzzing of the steel door, your ears perked up stretching your neck before falling into the floor, shaky knees picked you up once more with a brave kick, quick steeping into the living room– Homelander stood staring at the messy pile talking to the camera to have this sorted and for the first time since you’d been here you sawn another human, who answered his call almost immediately, a man in kevlar rushed in his gun bouncing on his back alongside a young man dragging an ikea bag.

“Homelander!” Your voice was hoarse but he still turned to smile at you.

“We got you some new movies Ms. L/N” The young man spoke dropping the bag with a heavy thud.

“Watch it!” Homelander growled and you saw a slight stain dribble down his pants– just go wait in the library kitten while these ones sort this out for you.”

Your feet moved anyways, too excited by the presence of new faces, had he not cleared his throat you would’ve said anything just to make sure this wasn’t a dream, you looked away and that big steel door was wide open, an armed guard by the exit tho… it was an office, painted white with cool fluorescent lights.

Run, the voices scream.

Run.

For fucks sake run!!\

but...

You stay still.

It’s a test. Run and die, run and he’d snap your spine in thirds before you understand what happened your brain would be separated from your cranium no doubt, you swallow and take a step back, slow heavy agonizing steps lead you to the library.

Homelander’s gaze softens as he watches you sit by the unlit fireplace, he follows you soon after leaving the staff to work behind, you lift your head with a stiff neck, your tongue swollen inside your mouth, he smiles gently dropping to your level, carrying a small box.

The pretty bow doesn’t catch your attention in the least.

Not that dashing smile and ever so blue eyes either.

He tickles your nose without touching.

Chamomile and oat, a pale scent, subtle and clean…

As he scoot closer to you urging you to take the meaningless box held by nude hands, he pets your chin, leaving you to catch nutty tones… his hands smell of almond oil and cream.

He’s talking as he guides your hand into opening the present but you aren’t hearing a single word spoken… all you care about is his aroma…it invides you carving an aching hollow chest, making you dizzy and the world is squeezing your whole body with a thousands of pounds of violent force but you’re still held in one piece, wrapping your neck with the necklace he’d got you, touching every exposed inch leaving traces of sweet almond on you, resting his chin on your stiff shoulder so close whispering sweet nothings to you… hair smells so creamy… milky coconut, it makes you ill– You could name every brand he wore if asked.

“You like it?” He asks into your neck.

‘Like’ what? You guessed he meant the necklace.

“Where have you been?” You asked, wanting to think of anything but that bitter scent.

He pushes you down into the carpet, your hair drapes everywhere so he moves it to give himself no chance to pull it, you can’t even argue but your surprise and discomfort still paints your face, before you can say anything he drops his head on your stomach, nuzzling your dress and pulling your hand towards his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it” his muffle words sound angry, he whined into your stomach a quiet order demanding affection.

Obeying orders before he could whined even more for now you wanted silence again.

Staying like this for as long as he needed, leaving you to speculate what brought him such distress that caused him to abandon you as a result, a part of you stared in awe as you realized you how long this man could stay still without making a sound for.

How long did you lay there in a shared repose that your eyes shut? you wondered as the orange glow of afternoon sun warmed your cheeks, his hand cleaned a falling tear off your face as you woke up with a headache.

“Had a nightmare?”

Your hand unconsciously pulled him close to you, burying his face under your chin he’d awkwardly smiled as he adjusted to your demands, talking to you but it was white noise, your kept him still bridging an arm across his neck locking him in position, your other hand buried in blond, closing your eyes as you got high on shampoo.

In your mind much like your dream you hold him so close, he was plump and giddy, his hair more than a thin tuff, you laughed with him, as you dried his back, you swore to never love the scent of coconut, you held back your pain as you held him with all your might.

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander x fem!reader #personal #my fic tag #the boys amazon #i have not proofread this so i die as the dog that i am #will edit for errors tomorrow cuz its almost midnight when am posting this.

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dsireland86 · 1 month ago

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I need a Noah helping the reader out with something, like a bad day at work or depression but it ends up turning into him just loving on her and it ends with some slow loving sex! 🥹

Thank you to the beautiful person who requested this. It came at the perfect time!

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It's Just A Bad Day

18+ below the cut for sexual situations

"When the world is on your shoulders, and the weight of your own heart is too much to bear Well, I know that you're afraid things will always be this way It's just a bad day, not a bad life" -BAD LIFE- Bring Me the Horizon and Sigrid

Your day was absolute shit. Work sucked, traffic sucked, and your head sucked. Anxiety and depression had been your ball and chain for days, leading you up to that exact moment in time where you felt like you were about to explode and have a breakdown. You kept telling yourself that it was okay, that everything was fine, even practiced the breathing techniques your therapist had taught you. Nothing was working. Which left you with one last option. To go home and face your boyfriend, admitting to him that you just couldn’t take it anymore. Your life was shit at the moment.

Driving home with your stomach in knots and shaky hands gripping the wheel, you focused your thoughts on Noah and what you would say to him; how you would present yourself so that you wouldn’t overwhelm him. He had his own problems to deal with, his own mental state that was always pulling him in different directions, too. But, just like you were his, Noah was your support system, the one and only thing you were completely sure about, the only one who could bring a smile to your face on shit days like these. That familiar fluttery feeling in your tummy just from thinking about him quickly replaced the knots. Noah always had that effect on you. It made you smile how every little thing about him made you feel like a teenager all over again. You loved him and you knew he loved you.

Pulling into the driveway of your home you parked in the garage, locking up everything before going inside and shutting the door. You were home, finally. Breathing a sigh, you tossed your bag and keys on the counter, reached for the nearest stool and took a seat, laying your head down on your arms, exhausted from everything. Tears began to fall and you wondered how in the hell you managed to make it through such a fucked up day. But you did; thank God. Noah’s humming was the first thing you heard, followed by the quiet patter of his large, sockless feet hitting the tile floor. The sound of his soft voice was just the thing you needed to hear.

“Hey baby, you're home! I didn't even hear the garage door open.” He placed a dish in the sink and before you knew it, his large tattooed hands were on your back, rubbing and caressing you the way you’d been hoping he would all day. “Are you alright? You seem really tense. Relax a little,” he encouraged, running a hand up the back of your neck and into your hair. You took a deep breath, feeling yourself doing just that.

“How was your day? When you didn't respond, or even lift your head, that's when Noah noticed something was wrong. “Princess, what's wrong? What happened?” You heard the concern in his voice, but couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him just yet, so you just shrugged, afraid that if did, you’d start crying again. “Y/N, look at me, baby, what's wrong?”

He lifted your face, instantly noticing your damp eyes and tear streaked cheeks. “What happened?” The stark concern in his voice was comforting. You shook your head, unable to answer because of the choked sob you were holding back, throwing your arms around his waist and burying your face in his stomach. Noah gently caressed your hair, no longer asking questions, and just held you tightly, letting you have your moment of release.

“Okay, Princess, shhhh, it's okay. I've got you now. You’re safe,” Noah reassured you, circling you back with the palm of his large hand. His touch was warm and invigorating compared to the coolness of your body. Noah was always warm and inviting, especially when he wore his hoodies. The one he was wearing now made you want to hide beneath it and press yourself against his chest, never letting him go.

“Talk to me, Y/N, please. Tell me something, baby, because if you don’t then you know my own head will spiral.” “I'm just over today, Noah,” you finally said, letting him go and sitting back. “I'm over this fucked up day and bad life accompanying it!” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, okay slow your roll Princess,” Noah scolded, shaking his head. “Just because it’s a bad day doesn’t make it a bad life, Y/N. You just had a bad moment, that’s all. It’ll pass. It'll get better,” he encouraged, gently tucking your hair behind your ear. “And what if it doesn't?” you asked, raising your head and meeting his eyes. He frowned, eyes troubled. “Why wouldn't it?” Noah stroked your cheek with his knuckle, trailing a thumb over your soft lips, soothing you. “I don't know,” brushing away a stray tear. “I'm sorry, Noah, I didn't mean anything by what I said. We have a great life together.”

He grinned, licking his lips as he moved in between your legs, making your heartbeat quicken. The simple action was enough to cause your arousal to make your panties a little wet. You clenched your core muscles, trying hard to suppress the sudden urgent need for Noah’s love making skills.

Noah wrapped his arms around you again, holding you tightly against him. Your fingers curled around his hoodie, holding him securely to you, because for the first time all day, you felt safe and protected, and you didn’t want to lose this feeling . “I know you didn't, baby. I know it's just been a tough day and those voices in your head are being too loud,” tapping your temple with his finger.

You looked up at him, managing a small smile. His beautiful features blended together perfectly, creating the face before you. Noah was cute at times, adorable in others, but mostly he was down right fucking gorgeous and hot as fuck. He was yours; all yours, and that in of itself was enough to make you happy. He leaned down and kissed you, soft and gently. His lips were like honey, sweet and sticky, keeping you glued to him even though you wanted to pull away. Slowly, his hands cupped your face, as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as he pressed harder against your lips.

Noah pulled back slightly, only to claim your lips again as his thumbs brushed the skin of your jawline. Your soft whimpers filled the kitchen silence as Noah’s lips lingered on yours, before his tongue managed to slip inside your mouth, attacking yours instantly. God, his mouth was so warm as his tongue moved over yours like velvet, pulling more soft whimpers from you. A soft sigh escaped him, before he finally pulled away, leaving you both breathless.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, not needing to speak because your fingers, that were entangled together, and the beating of your hearts pounding against your chests said everything. “I'm going to go take a shower,” you said quietly, after a couple of minutes had passed. Hopping off the stool, you headed towards the stairs, feeling just as fucked up and confused as before even though Noah almost claimed your entire soul as his for tonight.

“Wait, hang on,” Noah called out, grabbing your arm, and pulling you in close to him again. His scent engulfed your senses, weakening your defenses and making your knees buckle. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer into him as he lightly thrusted himself against you causing you to moan.

“God, I love that sound you make,” Noah sighed, kissing you again. You felt his smile on your lips when you slipped your arms around his neck, giving in to his sensual demands again.

But the damn voices in your head told you you were undeserving of it, making you feel suddenly insecure. Panic driven, you wiggled out of Noah's embrace quickly, mumbling about taking that shower now, leaving him standing alone in the kitchen wondering what the hell just happened.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, hating yourself for what you just did. Leaving Noah like that was a horrible choice to make, especially after the way he managed to make you feel human again.

Maybe, you thought to yourself, you should just black out the bedroom windows and hide beneath the safety of the blankets and just play dead to the world for a little while. It would be a lot easier that way. Nobody would miss you.

A subtle knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Noah stood in the doorway, far enough to give you space, but close enough for you to see the hurt on his face. He watched you scanning your entire body with his intense, heated stare, and setting your nerves ablaze. That coiling tension in your abdomen returned, heating up your lower back and making you clench your thighs together. “What was that about downstairs? You never pull away from me like that.”

You shrug, dropping your gaze out of shame. “Did I do something?”” “What?!” No! You didn't do anything,” you reassured him, watching his shoulder’s relax. Hanging your head you realized that all your mental stress was starting to affect Noah, too, and it hurt to think you were adding to his anxiety bank as well. “I'm sorry, Noah,” you whispered. “You don’t deserve any of this. It’s just my head, I just can't get it together right now.”

You began to tremble and your lip quivered thinking you’d finally lost the battle and let him down; again. You had no more strength left inside you. You were giving up. You were done. “I’m just scared.” “Scared of what?” You looked up to see he had his back against the door frame, head resting against the wood.

“I’m scared that one day you’re going to wake up and not love me anymore. That you’re going to get sick of all my craziness and my need for constant reassurance. I’m scared you’re going to get fed up with my mood swings and stupid panic attacks and my uncontrollable fits of sadness. But I’m mostly scared that one day you’re going to see me the way I see myself.” You started crying, harder than you had in a long time, pulling you back into the darkness. The tears came and fell fast, dripping into the sink below you as you tried your best to subdue the panic attack that was coming.

Noah was at your side immediately, his tall presence felt long before his hands were. You grabbed them, pulling his long arms down around you. His toned frame provided the perfect backdrop for you to lean against as he tucked you under him for safety, promising to shield you and take every arrow to the back that was aimed at you.

He soothed you, reassuring you you were safe by just his presence alone, and before you realized it, you were calmer. “Tell me how you see yourself, Princess?” “Broken. I feel broken, Noah, and my heart hurts too much.” Your head fell back against Noah’s chest as you breathed in and out slowly, closing your eyes.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he ran his nose up the side of your neck. The strong pull of arousal building in your core convinced you to snake a hand around his neck and into his hair, gently tugging at the locks that had grown longer in the past month. Subtle groans of approval escaped him a little louder than he meant to, the proof in the smile you felt against your neck.

They hit you right in the center of your sex, making your muscles tighten and you found yourself silently begging for Noah to touch you anywhere. “You are stronger than what's inside your head right now, Princess. You know this. For you to think I would ever leave you makes you fucking crazy.” The soft whispers of Noah’s words against your ear made your heart flutter, matching the strong passion raging through you as his large hands slid under your shirt and over your skin.

Noah had you weak in the knees, suddenly putty in his hands as you tugged his hair and nuzzled your face against his neck, catching the faint traces of his cologne.The ink before your eyes was tempting and you gave in by running your tongue slightly over it, loving the way Noah clenched your body tighter as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose.

Your eyes met in the mirror. His were dark and alluring, calling to you to surrender not just your thoughts, but your body to him as well. You caught the small grin lingering in the corner of his mouth, too, as that familiar heat began to build up inside you from watching his hands wander over your body. “But, lucky for you,” Noah added, guiding his hands up towards your breasts and stopping, “I love your fucking craziness and mood swings,” he purred nipping your earlobe.

Both of his hands captured your breasts covered by the bra you were wearing. Noah growled in frustration, quickly lifting the bottom of your shirt and yanking it off you, while hurriedly undoing the clasp of your bra. He let it fall onto the sink as he engulfed your breasts again, watching in the mirror how you fell over into the sink, bracing yourself with your hands. Your bottom rutted against his growing erection, creating a low groan in his chest. The beautiful sexual frustration he saw on your face made him pull you back against him as you brought your hands up and laid them over top of his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Princess, when will you realize that,” Noah said, kneading you breasts as if they were nothing but play toys made for his pleasure.

Taking his time, he pinched and tugged on your nipples until you were moaning his name over and over under your breath. Noah was making your skin heat up as all your blood rushed to the center of your body, giving you goosebumps. You were fully relaxed now, safe in the arms of the man who loved you. “You don’t see what I see. You wake up every morning, fighting the same demon that left you so exhausted the night before, never complaining and always smiling.”

Noah's hands left your breasts and found your hips. He gave them a quick tug, bringing your bottom back in contact with the hard bulge between his legs. You gasped, unable to resist grinding against it, especially when he pushed against you. He cursed beneath his breath, tightening his hold on your hips. Your eyes locked together again and you saw that dark yearning in him that you've come to know and love over the years. “What are your intentions with me tonight, Noah?”

He gave you that smile; the one that told you he was thinking about something that he couldn’t wait to share. Your skin was on fire for him, heart racing and blood rushing to your soaked sex that was throbbing with an ungodly ache for him now. Noah remained quiet, sliding his hands over your hips and down the front of your jeans, slowly undoing the button and zipper. “My intentions with you, Princess? To be the one to make you smile when you thought it was impossible.”

His hands slipped inside your jeans, pushing them all the way down along with your panties and helping you carefully step out of them, exposing your glistening wet sex to his hungry eyes. You heard the subtle “fuck me” he whispered and it made you grin. “To be the one you talk about when you get asked about love.”

You felt his chest vibrate with a pleasured groan when you leaned back into him and his beautiful tattooed hands snaked down the front of you, putting the right amount of pressure on your pussy and smearing your wetness all over his hands. Another breathy curse fell from his lips as you watched him close his beautiful eyes, sliding a finger up and down your folds and biting his lip to suppress the frustrated groan.

Watching Noah pleasure himself with your body set every nerve in you on fire. You arched your back, hoping it would encourage him to slip his fingers inside you and finally rid you of the neediness you were feeling. Your body trembled at his touch, the way one trailed over your belly and up and over your breast, pinching and twisting you pebble-like nipples, pulling moan after moan from your lips.

“To be the one that's holding you so close at night that I can chase all your nightmares away. I want to be the one that keeps you safe and feeling loved.” Your soft gasp mixed with a cry filled the bathroom the moment Noah’s long finger entered you and he began to thrust in and out of your pussy slowly with his thumb pressing in on your clit, slowly drawing circles.

Between the look on his face, staring at you completely naked in his arms with his fingers deep inside you, rubbing your inner walls and thrusting so far up you could lightly feel his finger tickle your cervix, the familiar heat pooling in you lower back told you that you wouldn't’ last much longer. “Oh, shit, Noah,” you gasped, clamping your hand down on the one between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me," Noah whispered into your neck, his dark eyes watching you come apart in his hands. He fucked you a little faster, wrapping his free hand around your throat and squeezing. The sound that came out of you made him curse again as he rutted his cock against your ass.

“You sound so damn beautiful, Princess,” he praised. “Can you feel how hard I am for you,” he teased, rutting against your bottom some more. You whined, nodding quickly, biting your bottom lip to suppress a scream. “Fuck, Noah, I’m about to cum,” you pant. “I know, Princess. I can feel you tightening about my fingers. Let it go, baby,” he encouraged, kissing the side of your head, watching you climax as you cried out his name. “Oh god, Noah, baby,” you whined, gripping him as you reached that peak, letting your cum flow all over the fingers buried inside you.

Noah leaned down and kissed the side of your cheek and that's all it took for you to finally surrender. You grabbed him and threw your arms around his neck, slamming your lips into his. It was a starving kiss, one that you felt like he needed just as much as you did. Your hands slid around his neck and into his hair as he pushed you back against the counter. “God, I want you so fucking much, Princess. So many filthy fucking desires for you,” he groaned, swallowing hard. “Show me then.”

Noah didn’t waste a second before picking you up bridal style and carrying you into the room you shared with him. He laid you down gently, your dark hair cascading over the white sheets and blankets, and smiled at you. It was a kind smile, filled with love and adoration; the very thing your soul was longing for.

He pulled off his hoodie and shirt at the same time, revealing his beautifully inked body to you, and leaned over you with his long tattooed arms straddling your head. Tendrils of his dark hair fell into his face as he gazed down at you, searching your eyes for something he was desperately seeking. You reached up and brushed the pieces away from his eyes, caressing his face with just your fingertips. His cock, that was pressed against your bare sex, twitched anxiously over and over, arousing you all over again. Your muscles tightened in excitement and anticipation.

Looking at him staring at you made you tear up. A few slid randomly down the sides of your face, falling into your hair below. “You look beautiful when you cry,” he told you. Your brows folded in confusion as you traced his bottom lip with your thumb. “Noah, I'm a weak emotional mess every time I cry, what do you mean?” throwing your hands over your face.

“Hey, don't even… don't hide,” he chided, pulling your hands away and pinning them above your head. “Crying doesn't mean you're weak, baby. It shows you're brave enough to let others see that you're vulnerable; to see that you’re human.”

Noah raised your head, running his tongue along the shape of your collar bone, kissing it softly. You sighed, tilting your head back further so he could get a better angle. His warm breath trailed over your cool skin, making your toes curl as his big hands stroked your forehead and hair, kissing your wrists when your fingertips brushed over his cheeks.

“I want you,” you said in a hushed voice, untying his joggers. “All of you, Noah. I wanna feel you inside me, deep inside me.” He pulled them off, and parted your legs to find that soft spot between them that held him perfectly.

Noah smiled big, always loving the sight of you completely naked in front of his eyes. He captured your lips in his, laying you back down against the coolness of the sheets, and you could feel him grin against your lips as his fingers trailed over your thigh, making you squirm beneath him. “Easy, princess,” he cooed gently, kissing your lips.

“Make me forget, baby,” you begged, running you hands through his thick brown hair. He sighed loudly, kissing you again. “Make you forget what,” he demanded to know. Biting back moans, you clawed his back and down his shoulders. “Make forget this bad day.” “Mmmm,” he moaned, lifting himself up.

Taking his hard cock in his hand, Noah pumped then ran the head up and down between your folds, using your arousal as his lubricant. Your breath quickened the moment he slowly slipped himself inside you, taking his time and going slowly so you could feel every grove, every ridge, every muscle of his cock as it moved further into you, resting once he bottomed out.

Swallowing hard, already a writhing mess, you wrapped yourself around his waist as his slow, affectionate thrusts began to consume you. You pulled him against me, clinging to him as if the world was trying to take him from you. His hands moved like liquid over your body, over the curves of you hips, leaving a hot invigorating heat in their wake.

“I love you, Princess,” Noah confessed with an aggressive, but sensual thrust. “And I need you.” Thrust “Not in the way to survive,” he grunted, sliding his hand down your leg and over the curve of your ass, urging you to grip him tighter Thrust “But in the ways that make life worth living.”

Noah made love to you; lusciously and sensually, helping you forget about the bad day that was officially behind you now. The feeling of his weight on top of you, protected you from the world outside. The feeling of his breath on your skin was addictive, making you crave everything about him including all of his imperfections, just like he did with you.

“My biggest fear is losing you, Noah,” you muttered, dragging your hands through his hair. “Please don’t ever make me face that fear. You have absolutely no idea how much you mean to me.”

Noah kissed you slowly again, slipping his tongue so sweetly into your mouth.You met him, massaging him with your own, moaning over the insatiable feeling that ran through your bodies over something so intimate you were sharing together.

“Yeah I do know what I mean to you, Princess, because you mean just the same to me, but more. When I’m around you, I feel alive, and for a while, I forget about my demons.” He kissed your forehead, rolling his hips into another tender thrust.

We weren’t in a hurry. The outside world could wait another day. You and Noah were here to feel each other, to connect in a way that had been lacking for a while. You’d never felt closer to anything or anyone in your entire life as you did with Noah, in the safety of your bed. You bit your lip to keep from screaming, although the muffled moans were loud enough.

“It’s okay, baby. Be loud. Let me hear you, I need to hear you,” Noah encouraged, lifting one of your legs and placing it on his shoulder. The angle this gave him made you see stars. “Oh fuck, baby,” Noah growled, thrusting harder into you. That time you screamed, running your nails down his biceps, panting as your orgasm grew closer.

The headboard slammed into the wall as Noah picked up his pace, causing your breath to quicken. He kissed you again, groaning against your lips the same way you were moaning against his. Leaning down, he took your breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peaked nipple and biting the tip of it.

“Oh god, Noah, baby,” you cried, grabbing his face and pulling him back up to your mouth. Your tongues crashed together and danced for a moment, before you let him go to throw your head back and moan as loud as you could because of how good the feeling was of his last thrust hitting so far into you, it touched your cervix.

“Goddamn it, fuck baby, just like that. You scream for me like that one more time and you’ll push me over the edge,” Noah growled, panting hard as sweat dripped onto your chest. “Fuck me like you just did and maybe I might,” you challenged. “Fuck!” Noah yelled, laughing. “That’s my girl! Challenge accepted.”

He pulled out, flipping you over on your stomach and lifted your ass up and spread your legs with his knee. With one hand around your waist and the other holding you down, Noah slammed back into you, making you scream out his name. “Fuck yeah! There it is,” he growled, mercilessly pounding into you.

You continued to cry out in ecstasy, gripping the bed sheets, gladly taking everything Noah was putting on you. He fucked you like he loved you, releasing his hold on your back and wrapping his hand around your throat instead. He raised you up against him as you continued pushing against each frenzied thrust he made up inside you.

“Marry me, Princess. Be my wife, so that I can make love to you whenever you want, fuck you whenever I want, and protect you when the darkness wants you.”

His proposal set your entire world on fire. You wanted to marry Noah more than anything else in the world and now that he wanted it too, seemed unreal. “Yes! God yes, I’ll marry you, Noah,” you panted between whimpers and needy moans.

With fingers spreading over your throat and jaw line, Noah pushed your head back, turning it enough to kiss you before releasing you and pushing you back down into the mattress.

“Alight baby, I need you to fucking cum, because I’m not going to last much longer.” “Then you better fuck me hard.” Noah laughed again and it was so beautiful. “Yes, Ma’am.”

He grabbed your hips, lifted your ass up higher, and ran his hand over the tender flesh, smacking it hard before plunging his cock deep into your entrance, filling your inner walls entirely with his size and length.

“Fuck, Noah,” you cried out, gripping the sheets again as he began to fuck you at an unrelenting tempo. You screamed his name and clawed the bed sheets as the building pressure grew. You moans became loud cries and the sound of smacking flesh filled the air, as Noah fucked you as if it were the last time.

“Noah, don’t stop, I’m almost there!” “Cum for me, Princess, cum all over my dick,” he begged.

The coiled tension in your abdomen was at its peak and with that last hard thrust of his, you screamed his name, clenching around his throbbing cock, cumming all over him like he wanted.

“Where do you want it,” he huffed, his thrust becoming slower and sloppier. “Inside me, baby. Cum inside me.”

Noah growled, that inner stage presence of his coming out just when he wanted it to. It sound so fucking hot that I couldn’t resist moaning and clenching around his cock again.

“Ughh, fuck. Do that again,” he said, slowly rocking back and forth behind me. I clenched around him again. Noah sighed. “Oh fucking hell, motherfucker,” he said sluggishly, falling over you. You felt his warm release fill you, as you collapsed down into the bed.

Rolling over to face Noah, you smiled at him, as he laid a blanket over the two of you, retaking his place next to you. You traced his perfect features with your eyes first and then your fingertips, silently thanking God for bringing this man into your life.

“You really will marry me?” he asked skeptically. “Mmmhmm, I really will,” you nodded with a smile. Noah smiled too, and leaned over to kiss you. “Let me have this,” he said, taking your left hand. You stared at him confused.

Sweetly, he slipped a very simple diamond ring on your ring finger, without looking at you. It was absolutely beautiful and it fit perfectly. Tears filled your eyes at how insecure and unsure Noah was feeling about this

“Baby, look at me,” you pleaded, lifting his face. The look of apprehension and worry filled his beautiful almond eyes. “I fucking love you, Noah Sebastian. Don’t ever doubt that or forget it.”

Noah nodded as a relieved smile broke out on his face. Without a word, he pulled you into him, kissing your forehead as you wiggled closer into him, burying yourself deep into his embrace. “I love you too, Princess. Forever and Always.”

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J POV

Pulling up to the body shop, I park my car and get out

This doesn't look like a shop that has a mechanic I'd need

Still, this is the address San texted me and it's open this late at night

Supposedly San's close friend owns it

I walk towards the open garage, peering in, seeing a man wiping a light on a car

"Uh hello?"

He stops, turning to look at me

My heart stops at how utter beautiful and fucking hot he is

This guy's a mechanic?

He should be a runway model

"Uh hi", I wave

He stands up, walking over to me, an intimidating look on his face

Ok he's not happy to see me

I take him in as he stands a few feet away from me with his arms crossed

Super tall, straight black hair parted in the middle, intense dark brown eyes

His lips are gorgeous with a pronounced cupids bow, his jawline so sharp

The chains on his neck look so good as well as the ear piercings

He has a white shirt on under what looks like it could be a kind of mechanic jacket, loose pants and boots

He has some dirt or grease on his cheeks to complete his look

A total intimidating hottie

My eyes find their way back to his face, his eyebrow raising in a question

"Oh uh hi. I uh...I'm Joanne. I know San"

He just nods once

Ok, not a big talker I guess

"I uh...need my car to be fixed? I have no idea what's wrong with it. It's just making weird sounds"

He glances at my car, then back at me, silent

"I uh...San...told me to come here. He gave me this address?", I continue then read out the address San gave me, "Is this...uh...the right place?"

He nods once

Yeah ok, I'm gonna kill San

I don't care how hot he is, this guy is fucking scary

"I uh...do you do...uh repairs? Like the kind I need?"

There's no answer from him and I think I need to go

Even if he does do repairs it doesn't look like he wants to take my car

"I uh...I'm gonna go ok?", I say, starting to back up to my car, "I'm sorry I bothered you. Uh...bye"

I turn and practically run to my car, opening the door

I get in, then turn to close the door when a hand shoots out, stopping the door from closing and giving me a heart attack in the process

"Wait", a gruff voice says, my eyes moving from the hand to the scary guy's handsome face, "I'll look at your car"

"Oh no, it's fine. I'm ok", I say

He rolls his eyes, "I heard your car coming from down the street. It sounds like there's something wrong with the exhaust or the muffler. And there's a clinking sound coming from your engine"

Well I have no idea about the clinking sound but I know about the loud sound when I drive it

"Uh...you don't...I mean this uh...garage doesn't seem to be like a...mechanic garage"

"It's not. It's a body shop. But I'm also a mechanic and I know how to fix cars"

"Oh", I say stupidly

"I'll look at your car tonight and see if I have the stuff to fix it by tomorrow. If not, it'll take a few days"

"You really don't have to, not if you're busy"

"San sent you. It's fine. Give me your keys"

I get out of the car, hand him the keys and he shuts the door

Then he turns and walks back to the garage without a word

I follow him wondering if I'm gonna get a receipt or something

He grabs a paper, handing it to me with a pen, "Fill it out. Ignore the irrelevant parts. Sit there"

He points to a couch where another guy who I didn't see before is sitting

That guy nods at me in greeting and I nod back like a dumbass

I sit and fill out the paper

It's a standard mechanic form

My name, number, make and model of my car, year, license plate- 2000 Toyota Corolla

The rest is a checklist of what body mods you'd want done to your car, paint colors, the amount of something called NOS and other stuff I have no idea about

"Uh here", I tell him when I'm done

He takes the paper, putting on a desk, my car keys on top of it

"I'll call you when you can come pick it up"

"Oh, uh yeah. Ok. Thanks"

He nods once then turns away, sitting back in the chair he was in when I got here and tending to the car he was working on

"Uh ok....bye", I say lamely

He doesn't turn around

Whatever

He's an ass but as long as he fixes my car then I'll deal with it

I turn, pulling out my phone and pull up Google maps to see which bus is closest to here

And pray that it's still running this time at night

I start walking away, out of the garage and to the side walk

The bus to my apartment is five block away but Google maps doesn't even say when it'll show

I could be waiting there all night

Fucking great

I can't call San

He has a fight tonight and Wooyoung is with him

My luck just keeps getting better and better

I sigh and start walking in the direction of the bus stop

"Hey!", I hear behind me

I stop, turning to see the mechanic behind me

"Where are you going?"

"Uh home?"

"You're walking?"

"Well yeah. To the bus stop"

"The bus stop running at 9:30"

Well fuck me then

I glance at Google maps and switch to the walking man

A fucking hour and a half

Jesus Christ

Well, I guess I have no fucking choice

"Guess I'm walking then", I tell him, "I better leave, it's gonna take awhile"

"You can't walk home at night"

I roll my eyes, "Why not?"

"Because this is a bad neighborhood. There's creeps and gangs out who'd love to get you in their sights"

"Well I have no choice", I tell him

"Can't you call an Uber like everyone else?"

I glare at him

Doesn't he think I'd do that if I could?

I'm not stupid

"Unlike everyone else, I don't have money for that. I barely had gas money to get here and now I have a car bill I have to pay for. I can't afford an Uber", I answer, "So if you're done questioning me now, I'll be on my way"

He shakes his head, "No. You're not walking. Jongho will take you home"

And who the fuck is Jongho?

"Jongho?", I ask

"My assistant. The guy who's in the garage with me"

Oh that guy

Well at least he looks nicer than this guy

"He doesn't have-", I start to protest

He just turns from me, yelling for Jongho

God, what is this guy's problem?

"Yeah?", Jongho answers, appearing next to the mechanic

"Take the girl home", he says

The girl?

I have a fucking name

"It's Joanne", I snap

He rolls his eyes, "Take Joanne home. She's San's friend"

"Yeah I heard that", Jongho says, pulling car keys out

To me he says, "Lets go"

He walks to some white sports car, unlocking it

"Go", the mechanic says, nodding towards Jongho, then abruptly walking away, back to the garage

What a jerk

But I really don't want to walk an hour and a half so I get into Jongho's car

He asks for my address, puts it in the GPS and starts driving

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The next day

"You're friends is a jerk", I tell San as I make his coffee

The cafe I work at is in a lull right now

I have about an hour to kill until the high schools let out and it's a mad house

"Which one?"

"The mechanic one"

"Yunho?"

"Oh is that his name?", I say sarcastically

"You didn't know his name?"

"He never told me. He actually didn't talk to me much except to be a jerk", I tell him, "But Jongho was nice"

Jongho made light conversation on the fifteen minute drive home last night

He's really nice

Sweet

And funny

He cracked a few jokes that made me laugh, which is something I needed after the horrible day I had

"Yeah Jongho is usually nice", San agrees, "What did Yunho do?"

Handing him his coffee, I tell him about last night

Which for some reason makes San laugh

"I don't see how that's funny"

"If you knew how Yunho was really like then it'd be funny to you too. He only acts like that when it's someone he doesn't know"

"Well thanks for the fucking warning San"

"Look I'm sorry ok. But Yunnie is not intimidating nor scary. He was probably caught off guard because he wasn't expecting you to show up. And he gets defensive around his shop with people he doesn't know"

"Then why would you send me to him?", I ask in disbelief

If he knows Yunho is like that went people approach his shop why would he send me there alone?

"Because your car was on the verge of dying and Yunho is the best mechanic I know. That guy loved cars since he was a kid and he can fix anything. You need the best with that crap car you have"

"Hey!"

"Ok Jo, it's a heap of junk"

"I can't afford another one!", I exclaim

"Yeah I know. And I also know Yunho can keep it running for you as long as he can. That's why I sent you to him. So give him a break ok?"

I scowl but nod

If he can fix my car then yeah I'll give him a break

"So let me tell you about my fight last night"

--------------------------------

My cell phone keeps ringing and I have to keep silencing it so I can take customer orders

It's the five o'clock after work rush

The worst of them all, with the rude entitled cranky business men and women

And my phone keeps taking me out of my groove

Ten minutes later, I make the last coffee for the last customer of the current line then quickly tell one of my coworkers I'm taking a five minute breath before we're swarmed again

Going inside the cafe, I look at my phone

5 missed calls from the same unknown number

Sighing, I click re-dial and wait as the phone rings

"Hello?", a gruff voice I recognize from last night says

"Uh hi. This number called me?"

"Joanne?", Yunho says

"Yeah"

"Why didn't you pick up the first time I called you?", he growls

Ok WTF?

He needs to take a chill pill

"Because I'm at work and can't pick up whenever my phone rings?"

He sighs like I'm inconveniencing him, "Whatever. Your car is ready. You can come pick it up"

Great

He works really fast

"Oh ok. I'll come after work"

It's silent for a beat, then, "How are you getting here?"

"Bus", I growl, so not wanting to argue with him again

"Fucking hell", he grumbles, "I'll come get you. What's your work address?"

He'll come get me?

Why?

It's not night right now

I mean yeah it will be when I get out of work but that shouldn't matter

"I can get there by myself"

"Yeah you can but if anything happens to you on your way here, San will have a conniption and he'll blame me. So can we just avoid that and give me your work address so I can come get you"

Gee, nice to know he cares so much

Whatever

He's right about San though

He'll flip on Yunho if anything happens to me

Perks of having a protective friend from childhood

"Fine", I snap, giving him the cafe's address, "I get out at 8"

"I'll be there", he says, then hangs up

No bye, no see you later, just hangs up

Fucking jerk

--------------------------------

"Yo, do you see that sick car outside?", one of my male coworkers says to another

"No? What is it?"

"A 1997 Mazda RX-7 VeilSide Fortune"

"No fucking way", one of the guys says, running to window, "That's fucking beautiful"

I glance out the window, seeing an orange red sports car

I guess that's what they're talking about?

I don't know, I'm not really into cars, so I don't care

"Wonder who that guy is picking up?"

Oh no

Is...is that....Yunho?

I glance at the clock

7:58

It's Yunho

"Where the hell did he get that car from?"

I sigh as I grab my bag from under the counter and punch out

"Bye guys", I say as I walk to the door

"Bye Jo!"

"Bye!"

I take a breath and walk up to the orange red car

The window goes down, Yunho's face appearing

"Get in"

I huff but open the door

Looking back at the window to the cafe, like five or six of my coworkers are there, staring with their mouths dropped

I'm so not gonna hear the end of this tomorrow

Getting in the car, I close the door

I put my seatbelt on and Yunho starts to drive

"Is this your car?", I ask

His eyebrows raise, "Who's else is it?"

I shrug, "I have no clue. But apparently it's some big deal. All the guys at work were drooling over it"

I see a smirk on his face and yeah ok it's totally hot

"It's a nice car", he says, "Was in one of the fast and the furious movies"

"Oh", I answer

I saw a few of those movies

The first one was the best but as they go on they get more and more ridiculous

"Is that why you picked it?"

He scoffs, "No. I picked it because I like it"

Ok, touchy

"Is this your only car?"

He shakes his head, "No. I have a few others"

"Sports cars like this?"

"Some. Some regular cars"

"Oh", I answer

The conversation stops there and it's silent for the rest of the drive

We pull into his shop and get out

He starts walking to my car, that's parked in front of the shop

"Your car is a piece of shit"

I huff, "Well not everyone can afford fucking sports cars"

"You don't need a sports car to have a decent car"

"I can't afford a decent car. I can barely afford my bills as it is", I snap, "What was wrong with it?"

"Muffler. And one of timing belts needed to be replaced"

Yeah ok sure

I have no idea what he's talking about

"It's good now?"

He snorts, "Not good. It's running but it will break down again. You need thousands of dollars for this car to be good. It's not worth it. You should trash it and get another one"

"No. Mon-ey", I say slowly, thinking maybe it'll sink into his brain this way

"I. Get. It", he says, copying me

I narrow my eyes at him, "How much is it?"

I just want to pay and go home

"Don't worry about it"

Excuse me?

"What do you mean don't worry about it? You fixed it. You replaced parts. That cost money"

"Not for you", he says, handing me my keys

"What the hell Yunho? I'm not a moocher!"

"Yeah I could guess that", he says, "But still you know San and I don't charge people I know"

I just stand there flabbergasted

"I uh...um..thank you?", I ask more than say

"Sure. Just promise me one thing"

Aha, here's the catch

"What?"

"When it breaks down again, bring it to me"

I raise my eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because this thing will continuously break down and I can keep it running longer than most mechanics. At least until it dies for good", he says, "Plus other places will overcharge you. I won't"

Yeah cause he'll do it for free

That's not what I want

"Fine but I'm paying you from now on"

He smirks again, making me weak in the knees, "Ok. Sure"

"I will!"

"Yup", he says, turning around and walking back to the garage

I scowl at his back then get in my car

I will pay him next time

I'm not a moocher, not by a long shot

I drive my car down the block and realize that it's blessedly silent for once

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Six months later

"Well it finally fucking died", Yunho says, shutting the hood of my car

"Just great", I mumble

He's been saying this for the last month

That it won't be long until it craps out

He managed to get it to keep going for six more months

He was right, it kept breaking down

Water pump, check engine light, belts, chains, tires popping, alternator, breaks

And more I can't think of

I'm here like every two weeks

Yunho fixes my car, doesn't charge me anything and makes me repeat my promise to bring him my car when it breaks down

I insist on paying him but he always finds a way to put my money back in my car before I leave

So instead of paying him, I get him food

That he eats

Other times, I'll stay while he fixes my car

Sometimes I'll hang on the couch with Jongho, sometimes I'll watch him fix it

It's interesting

And I'm learning a bit more about cars

Sometimes Yunho will explain what he's doing, what the part is and what the car uses it for

Other times he'll tell me to leave him alone and stop bothering him

He's so freaking touchy at random times

But the one thing that's happened all these months being around him is that I've stupidly fallen for him

I don't know what's my problem

He's not particularly nice to me

Sometimes he's downright rude

But other times he's... nice, tolerable of me?

Something like that

He can do nice things like pick me up when he finishes fixing the car to bring me to the shop, bring me home when I bring the car to him

Or like I said, explain things to me

Have little conversations here and there, asking about my life, answering questions I have about his

And when I'm here I can just watch him

Watch his broad shoulders move, his long fingers in his fingerless gloves using the tools, handling the parts

His black hair falling in his eyes

The adorable way he gets grease and oil on his cheeks

And I just fell in love with him like a fucking idiot

He'd never want me

I'm just San's annoying friend with the crappy car

I bet he's glad my car finally crapped out so he doesn't have to keep fixing it

And with that thought I realize I'm probably not going to see him again

I don't have a car that needs fixing anymore

That blows

"Sorry Jo", he says, shrugging

"What's wrong with it now?"

"Transmission"

"It can't be fixed?"

"It can but it'll be worth more than the car is worth. And there's no guarantee that even with that fixed it won't stop breaking down. In my professional opinion, the car is dead. You need a new one"

"Goddamnit", I sigh, looking up at the ceiling

"Hey", he says, "I mean I can fix it if you want"

I shake my head

I don't want to cost him even more money

He's doing all this for free and getting the parts with his own money

If the transmission is gonna cost more than the actual car, he's right, it's not worth it

"Nah forget it. It's time for it to go to car heaven"

He snorts, rolling his eyes

Whatever

"Well I guess that's it then", I say, "Thanks for all your help. I really appreciate everything you've done"

He raises his eyebrow, "Why are you making this sound like a sappy goodbye?"

"Because it is?", I say bewildered, "Not sappy but a goodbye. I don't have a car for you to fix anymore so I don't really have a reason to come back here"

"Oh right. Yeah. True", he says, like that hadn't dawned on him

"Yeah. So uh...I'm gonna go", I say awkwardly, "San said he could pick me up today so I'll just call him ok?"

"Uh huh. Sure", he says avoiding eye contact

Whatever

I'm upset I won't see him again but it's not like I ever had a shot of being with him

My phone is in my bag on the couch and as I pass Yunho to get it, I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, turning me to him

My heart beats loudly in my chest as I raise my eyes to his

Uncertainty and hesitation swirls in his eyes and I don't know what that's about

He's so close to me, closer than we've ever been and I can feel the energy crackling between us

I hold my breath, waiting to see if he's going to do something or let me go

His hand lets go of my wrist, disappointment rising in my chest

What did I expect?

I'm about to break the eye contact when he leans down, his lips against mine in a searing hot kiss

My head is spinning, heat floods my body and stars blast in my vision from this one kiss

Holy fucking shit

His big gloved hands move around my waist, pulling me against him

I shyly put my hands on his arms, slowly moving them up, giving him time to stop me

He doesn't and my arms wrap around his neck, holding on

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth for his, our tongues brushing against each other's

"Mmmm", I moan at the same time he groans loudly, kissing me harder

His hands move down to my ass, lifting me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as I kiss him deeply

God, I never want to stop kissing him

His kisses are like fucking heaven

Everything I'm feeling, everything running through my body, I've never felt before

Not with anyone's kiss

Just Yunho's

He walks with me to who knows where

I don't care as long as he doesn't stop kissing me

He lays me on top of something hard and cool, his hands moving down my body to my sneakers

He pulls them off, throwing them behind him, then his hands move to my jeans

He breaks the kiss for a second and I take the chance to see where we are

Holy shit I'm on top of the hood of his car

The 1997 Mazda RX-7 VeilSide Fortune

I remember the stupid car's name because my coworkers won't stop asking me about it

Asking me when the guy who owns it is gonna pick me up again

I returned my gaze to Yunho's, his eyes asking me if I want this too

I definitely do

I nod and he smiles, it's beauty taking my breath away, then his lips are against mine again

As his hands get my jeans open, I zip down his mechanic jacket

He shrugs out of the jacket, then pulls my jeans down and off, leaving me in my panties

I need more, my hands undoing the tie on his pants, his legs moving as he kicks them and his boots off

My hands greedily move to his shirt, pulling it up until I can't anymore

He growls against my lips, pulling away for a second to get the shirt off, then he's kissing me again, pushing me down on the hood of the car

He grabs the middle of my button up shirt, pulling harshly, the buttons flying off

The sound of them hitting the floor is so erotic

He pushes the shirt off me, taking the chance to take my bra off too

Then my back is against the cool metal, his big hands squeezing my boobs

He still has the gloves on and I need to feel his whole hand on my skin

Removing one of his hands, he whines in my mouth

I quickly pull the glove off then put his hand back on my boob where it resumes squeezing

I do the same to his other hand, then let myself fall into the feeling of his palms against my bare skin

So good

His mouth separates from mine, only to attach to my neck, kissing, biting and licking

I moan loudly, getting so wet, wanting him

Just him

His kisses drag lower and lower until his hand moves off my boob, his mouth immediately around my nipple, sucking harshly

"Fuck Yunho", I moan, my body arching up against his, a loud groan leaving his mouth

He switches to my other nipple, his tongue licking my nipple, then pulling it in his mouth, playing

I move my legs around his waist, pressing my body against him, feeling his hard dick against me

One of his hands slides down my body, gripping my ass, holding me against him, grinding his cock against my pussy

Fuck, it feels so good

He feels so big

I want him so fucking much, it's driving me insane

He lets go of my nipple, his lips pressing kisses down my body, his tongue licking my stomach before kissing my skin, loving the way it feels

He goes lower, his fingers pulling my panties down, sliding them off

He opens my legs, eyes on my pussy, groaning

His head dips down, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, moving closer to my pussy but not touching

And all I want is his tongue there

"You gonna let me taste you?", he asks, his eyes flitting to mine, desire in them

I nod, biting my lip, waiting in anticipation

His hands hold my legs open, his head moving back between them

The next thing I know, his tongue is against me, slowly licking up my pussy

I moan so loudly, pleasure filling my body

"Fuck", he groans, his tongue licking me again, "You're pussy tastes so good"

I'm surprised at his words but I can't answer as his tongue roams my pussy, faster this time

Pleasure hits me hard, his tongue so fucking good

He uses the flat of his tongue, pressing on me hard, making sure I feel all of it as he licks up

Then the tip of his tongue flicks my clit back and forth a few times, making me scream, my hand burying in his soft silky hair

He repeats all the actions again and again, his face pushing more into my cunt as he goes

"Yes Yunho", I cry, the pleasure his tongue is giving me so intense, "More Yunnie"

His tongue leaves my clit, light dragging along my slit, barely touching me

He does it again and again, driving me insane

His tongue ghosts over my clit, making me move my hips to his face to try to feel his tongue more

He lightly licks my clit, barely touching me, my cunt getting wetter and wetter with each move

His mouth softly sucks my clit once, my body shaking then resuming his gentle licks on it

My orgasm is slowly building as he's going so slow, so lighty

I've never been eaten out this way and it's fucking intense, my entire body tuned into the pleasure, reacting to every swipe of his tongue

His fingers spread my lips open, tongue slowly wiggling inside

"Oh fuck", I whimper, my cunt tightening on his tongue

"Mmmm", he murmurs, "Pretty throbbing cunt. Feels good on my tongue. Soaking my face so well. Feels good baby?"

"Yes!", I cry, good being an understatement

Try amazing, fantastic, mind blowing

He slowly fucks his tongue in my cunt over and over, my pussy getting wetter and squeezing it every time he wiggles in

"Fuck, I don't think I'll ever get enough of eating your pussy", he murmurs, his tongue ghosting up my pussy then lighting swirling around my clit

I breathe hard, my body shaking and arching off the car hood, so fucking turned on, so fucking close

His mouth moves around my clit, gently suckling and that's all it takes

"Yunho!", I scream, intense bliss tidal waving over my body as I cum, my fingers pulling his hair so hard

His tongue slips down into my cunt, holding it there, letting me cum all over it

I can't think, the pleasure taking over, my hips grinding my pussy against his face

And all he does is moan, his fingers gripping my thighs so hard

As I finish, I lay there stunned, out of breath, his tongue pulling out and licking everywhere

After a minute, he stands up, looking down at me, his face soaked in my juice and cum

I feel my cheeks turn red as he smirks, "You taste so fucking good baby"

My eyebrows shoot up in disbelief

"That pussy cream...fuck me...I've eaten my share of pussy before but goddamn, none have tasted as sweet, as good as yours"

"You're fucking joking", I blurt

He shakes his head, as he pulls down his boxers, "No. I'm not"

He grabs my ankles, pulling me down the hood towards him, my legs wrapping around his waist

He leans over me, his dark brown eyes starting intensely, "I'm gonna be thinking about that for a long time. You're gonna have to let me eat your cunt again real soon ok?"

I nod, mesmerized by him

And by the fact that he wants to go down on me again

He smirks, "Good girl. Think you can take my cock now?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes. I can"

"You sure?", he laughs, "I'm pretty big. Thick too"

"I can take you Yunho", I say clearly

God, I want nothing more than to have his cock buried inside me

"All right jagi", he smirks, aligning himself to my entrance

He pushes in, making me gasp as I feel how big his head is

Holy shit

His hands hold my legs open, moving inside more and I moan in pleasure, my pussy getting wetter with every inch that goes in

It stings a little bit but the fucking pleasure is ten times better than that

I want more of him

All of him

"Fuck, look at you. Taking my cock like a good slut, sucking me inside this tight wet cunt", he groans, pushing more of his thick cock in, "How long have you wanted to be impaled on my dick?"

"Long time", I whimper, through the pleasure, my pussy sucking him in, "Since....first...saw you"

"Oh yeah?", he teases, "I thought I scared you when we first met. You looked like you were ready to jet outta here"

"You were intimidating", I say, as he finally slips all inside, his big head right against my spot, my pussy throbbing around him, "But still hot"

He chuckles, his hand moving and pushing hair back from my face, "Guess that's a good thing huh?"

"Being a hot intimidating man?", I ask, pushing my hips up, feeling every inch, every ridge of his cock

God, he fits inside me so well with no room to spare

"Yeah", he smiles

"Definitely a good thing", I assure him

He smiles wider, leans down, his lips against mine in a kiss, stars blasting in my vision

Before I can kiss him back, he's standing back up, his cock pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back inside

"Fuck!", I yell as he moans, "Oh god"

He begins to thrust into me over and over, spreading my hole wide on his cock, his head hitting my spot each time, pleasure taking over

"Oh my god", I cry, taking his cock over and over as he fucks me into the car's hood

"Ok?", he pants, "Does it hurt?"

I shake my head

I feel nothing but pleasure

"No", I cry, holding onto his arms hard, "More Yunnie. Please"

"Fuck you feel so fucking good", he murmurs, his pace getting faster

Harder

Throwing my body into intense bliss I've never felt before

"God, you're tighter than I ever imagined", he groans

That penetrates through the fog of pleasure

He's...imagined this?

Has he wanted this just as much as I have?

"I...imagined?"

He looks down at me, making eye contact as he speaks

"You don't know how long I wanted this", he growls as he pounds his fat cock into me, "Hearing you scream my name as you take my cock deep inside you. Having you cream up my cock just like you're doing now. Fuck, thought about it all the time"

I'm shocked

I had no fucking idea he even thought of me when he didn't have to fix my car

"God, the second I saw you standing in my shop that first day, I just wanted to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck the life from you"

Jesus Christ

I'm also pretty sure that if he tried, I'd have let him

"You would never leave my mind", he murmurs, stroke after stroke of his fat cock driving me insane, "You wouldn't leave me alone. Making me imagine fucking you like this, imagine you on your knees, my cock down your throat. Imagine eating this pretty little pussy and how good you'd be. And fuck, you're even better than anything I could have imagined"

His words only add fuel to the pleasure, making everything I'm feeling more intense, making my desire for him increase

"Could stay in your tiny cunt all day"

"Yes Yunho!", I cry, my body arching, my legs tightening around his waist, "You can stay baby. Fuck, want you to stay. Fuck me all day Yunnie. Want your cock so badly"

I can't control the clenching my pussy is doing around his cock

He's so fucking hard, throbbing in my cunt, so fucking good

I want him every fucking day

"I'll give it to you baby", he promises, fucking me open on his dick

My brain is turning off, all my senses on Yunho, his cock and how good he feels

"Gonna make you cream all over my cock", he grunts, slamming repeatedly right into my spot, "You want that don't you? I can feel your tiny cunt get tighter and tighter"

"Yes", I cry, holding onto his arms as tight as I can

"Yes what?"

"Want it", I moan, tears springing to my eyes from the bliss

"Tell me what you want. Say it", he demands

"I wanna cream your cock!", I shout, so close, "Please, please, please. Wanna cum on your cock!"

"Good girl", he praises, slamming into my spot, "Cum for me"

I scream him name loudly as my mind shattering orgasm hits me like a fucking truck, ecstacy assaulting my body

"Yunho! Yunho!"

I can't think, I can't see, tears blurring my vision, my head empty

I head him moaning loudly about how amazing it feels but all I can do is ride the pleasure out on his cock

My body shakes uncontrollably, pussy clenching his huge hard cock over and over

My god, it's never been this good before

As I come out of it, I hear Yunho praising me, calling me his good girl and I like it

Not so much with anyone else who says it but when Yunho says it, I really like it

I feel him pull out and I whine from the loss of him

Chuckling he says, "I'm coming back baby"

But all that's in my head right now is sucking his cock

As hard as it is, I sit up on the car hood and push him back

He raises his eyebrow but moves back as I slide off the car

I feel his eyes on me as I sink down on my knees

I move my gaze, staring at his rock hard massive cock

Holy crap

"So big", I gape, moving my hand around him and stroking him

He chuckles, my eyes snapping up to his

"Yeah but you took it all up your cunt", he smirks, "And screamed for more"

I absolutely did

I won't deny that

"Yeah", I answer, leaning forward, quickly swiping my tongue up his length, "And it felt so good"

"Did it now?", he smirks, his eyes on my tongue as I lick him again

"You know it did", I answer, licking along his slit, tasting his cum

So fucking yummy

"Yeah I know", he teases, "You came so hard"

"I did"

Wrapping my mouth around his head, I suck softly, making sure to keep my tongue on the underside

"Felt so good", he breathes, "When you came"

I figured since I heard him say that

"And does this feel good?", I ask, then take more of his massive cock in my mouth, my hand jerking the rest of him

"So fucking good", he groans

His cock is really heavy on my tongue, stretching my mouth out a lot and I'm so here for it

I want to suck his dick and I want to pleasure him

I start bobbing my head, taking as much of his dick as I can, my tongue pressing against his underside as I do

I definitely can't deep throat all of him right now, he's too massive

But I can get a little more than half and he seems to be loving it

His face is in pleasure, his eyes on me taking his cock in my mouth, his hand sliding in my hair and holding on

I look up at him through blurry vision as I slip up and down his length, spit running down my neck, dripping from his cock onto my chest

So messy but I actually like it

"Is this what you imagined?", I ask, then slide down his cock, his fat head entering my throat, making me choke

"Fuck that sound", he moans, pulling his dick back a little, "So hot"

I don't mind choking, I like it too so I move down his cock again choking for him

"Fuck baby. You like that?"

I nod, making him groan

"And to answer you before jagi", he pants, "This is better than I imagined"

Moving up and down, I take some of him in my throat, swallowing around his length, making him moan

"You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth", he murmurs, his cock throbbing, "So cute trying to take as much as you can. So pretty all messy"

I feel my cheeks heat up from his compliments

"Just like how gorgeous you look with my cock deep in your pussy", he continues, "So beautiful crying for my dick, begging for more. Fuck, you're like my dream girl"

I try to hold back my surprise as I suck his cock

I never thought Yunho would say these things to me

I thought he didn't like me at all

And maybe he doesn't, maybe it's just a one time sex thing

But it still feels good that he likes fucking me

His hand pulls gently on my hair, moving me off his cock

"Nn..no more jagi. I wanna cum in your pussy. I can, can I?"

I nod, swallowing and wiping my eyes, "Yeah Yunho"

He held out his hands for mine and I place mine in his

He pulls me up, his lips against mine again

I melt against him, kissing him back passionately, never wanting today to end

He pulls away, looking in my eyes smiling, then kisses my cheek

"Wanna ride me?"

"Definitely", I answer

Of fucking course

He takes my hand, turning to the direction of the couch but I stop him

I have a better idea

Walking to the car, I open the door

"Get in"

He smirks, "Gonna fuck me in my car that your coworkers love?"

"One hundred percent"

He nods, sitting in the driver's seat

He pulls the seat back as far as it can go, which isn't much because it's a sports car

He does lay the back part of the seat down which goes down like a normal seat

There's not much room but it'll work

His cock is so hard, straining and leaking cum

"C'mon baby"

I excitedly get in his lap, closing the car door

I run my fingers in his hair, pushing some back, then kissing his beautiful lips

His arms wrap around my waist, holding me to him, skin against skin

He holds his cock to my entrance and I sink down on him

I moan in his mouth as my pussy spreads open for him, every part of his cock rubbing all the right places as I take him inside me

I'm so wet it's easy

When I bottom him out, I move my hips, grinding on him, his head rubbing against my spot, making my pussy constrict around him hard

"Fff..fuck", he whimpers, breaking the kiss, his head falling back against the seat, his eyes closed

He's really fucking beautiful

And right now, he's mine

I sit up as much as I can, starting to bounce on his dick, gasping at how deep he goes in, at how much he opens me up

It feels so good, the drag of his length out of my pussy feeling incredible and giving me shivers

My pussy is so wet, the squelching noises of his cock inside me add to the sound of our skin slapping and are so loud in the small car

Loud and pretty

"Fuck", he moans, gripping my hips hard, "You fit around me perfectly. I don't know how baby. You're so tiny and I'm big but goddamn it's like I was made to be inside you"

I nod because yeah it seems like it

I've never been with anyone as big as him but I take him so easily

Like my pussy, my body craves him

I smile at him, softly stroking his face with my fingers, "Maybe you are"

His eyes meet mine as he whispers, "Maybe"

I don't stop my movements, moving my hands on his shoulder to balance and ride him harder

I slam my pussy up and down on him, both of us moaning from the intense pleasure, my pussy throbbing like crazy

"Fuck fuck, so pretty on my cock", he murmurs, both of us sweating so much against each other

His hair is soaked and he's so fucking hot

His hands squeeze my ass over and over as I keep moving, his cock throbbing so blissfully inside me

I bounce faster on his length, my hand burying in the chains around his neck, using them to keep a hold on him as I fuck him

"Yes baby fuck, cum on me", he whines, "Need you to cum first baby"

I'm close too, his hands now helping me bounce on his dick

"Please baby, wanna cum in your sweet pussy so bad", he pleads, "Cum around my cock now jagi"

She shoves me down his shaft, stars exploding in my vision as his head smashes my spot

I shiver against him as intense ecstasy slams into me and I squirt around his cock

"Yunho! Oh god Yunho!", I scream

"Yes fuck, soak me baby", he moans, his hips now fucking his cock into me, "Fuck, squirt all over me, all over my car, all over my seat baby. God so fucking hot", he chokes out

I can't answer, just moan, pleasure wracking my body

"I'm gonna cum", he yells, his cock throbbing hard, "Oh fuck, Joanne, oh fuck"

He sheathes his cock inside me, his cock pumping hot sticky cum inside me, filling my pussy

It feels so good, my pussy milking him for all of his cum

I watch him, stunned at how gorgeous he is

I'm so full and satisfied by the time he finishes

His eyes open, meeting mine and he smiles

I smile back, his hands pushing the wet sticky hair off my face, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to mine

Then his head leans back on the seat, pulling me against him

I lay my head on his shoulder, one hand against his chest, relaxing into him as he holds me

His fingers softly running up and down my back, drawing shapes on my skin, making me tremble, his other arm firmly wrapped around me

I don't want this to end

I want to be wrapped up in his arms all the time

But what just happened doesn't mean anything

Doesn't mean he feels any way for me

Just that he wanted to fuck me

And I need to stop spoiling it with these thoughts and just enjoy being in his arms

It feels so good

I cuddle into him, us sitting in comfortable silence for a bit

"So, you're my girl now right?", he asks quietly

I lift my head in shock, gaping at him

Did he just ask me that?

"Your....is that what you want?", I ask, wanting to make sure I'm not hearing things

"Well since you made me fall in love with you, yeah that's what I want"

I stare at him while his words penetrate my brain

He loves me?

Oh my god he loves me too

But hold on..

"Wait, made you?", I question, wondering how I could make him do anything

"Yeah made me"

"How?"

He snorts, "How could I not fall in love with you?"

Uh pretty easily, I'd guess or I'd have lines of men wanting me

No such luck on that front

His hand touches my cheek, his fingers caressing the skin there

"How could I not fall in love with those beautiful brown eyes I drown in every time I look in them? With that smile that makes my shittiest day ten times better?", he whispers, "With that snarky attitude? With that adorable confused face you have when I explain how I'm fixing your car? With that annoyingly sweet trait you have about not being a moocher? With how thoughtful and insistent you are in bringing me food when I refuse your money, when most people would take a free thing and ride with it?"

I shake my head, "I'm not like that Yunnie"

"I know jagi. Believe me, I know", he smiles, "How can I not fall in love with a girl who's perfect for me?"

"Perfect?", I whisper

There's no way

I'm not perfect

Not by a long shot

Off the top of my head I can think of ten things about me that are hard to deal with

"Yes perfect", he repeats, "You're everything I could ever want and more. Everything I didn't know I needed until I met you. So I'll ask you again, are you my girl?"

I nod rapidly, "Yes Yunnie. A million times yes. I love you"

"Yeah?", he smiles

"Yeah. You made me fall in love with you too"

He laughs, "I did huh? With the intimidating hot guy thing?"

I giggle, "Yeah. And the sweet things you do, like explain how you fix my car, picking me up, talking to me that break through the intimidating hot guy front"

"I guess that's a good thing?", he smiles

"A very good thing", I smile back, "I love you Yunho and I want to be yours. Only yours"

"You are jagi", he promises, "I'm just yours"

"Yay", I whisper, making him smile wider

He pulls me in for a kiss, his soft lips on mine

Warmth flows through me and I'm so fucking happy

I don't know how long we kiss before there's a knock on the window, scaring the shit out of both of us

We both turn our heads to see Jongho peering in, rolling his eyes and shaking his head

He turns away so his back is facing us but doesn't leave

"You guys finally fucked?"

Finally?

"Fuck off", Yunho growls

"I'll take that as a yes. Are you two finally together?"

"Yes", Yunho growls again, irritated

I run my fingers in his hair and it seems to calm him down a bit

"It's ok baby", I whisper to him, kissing his cheek and his arm just tightens around me

"Well thank god. If I had to deal with the tension between you two for one more day I was gonna murder both of you"

Uh ok

Guess Jongho saw what I didn't

"Do you need me or can I go home?"

"Go", Yunho yells

"Great. See you tomorrow"

He walks away, Yunho's body finally relaxing

"Idiot", he scowls

"He didn't know baby", I tell him, playing with his hair, "And at least he turned away. You know if it was San and Wooyoung, they'd be asking a million questions while staring at us"

He looks thoughtful for a second, "Yeah I guess you're right"

"You'll find that I'm right about a lot of things", I tease

He snorts, "Is that so jagi?"

"It is"

"We'll see baby", he answers, smirking, "I'm normally right too"

I raise my eyebrow, "Hmmm we'll just have to see"

"We will baby"

I kiss him again, then open the car door, both of us getting out

Jongho had closed the garage doors so no one can suddenly pull up, reminding me that we fucked on his car, out in the open where anyone could see

Holy shit

I feel his cum running down my legs and I need a tissue asap

Getting to the couch quickly, I get tissues from my bag to wipe his cum away

The next thing I know, my back is hitting the soft couch, Yunho on top of me, kissing me silly

"Need you again", he murmurs

"Again?", I giggle, so ready for more of him

"Mmm hmmm", he murmurs, "You'll see baby, I like sex a lot and I love making my girl cum a ridiculous amount. Are you ready for that"

"So ready", I assure him

"I can be sweet baby", he says, kissing a spot on my neck that has my body arching into his, "But I can also wreck you"

"Mmm I get the best of both worlds huh?"

"One hundred percent", he says, looking at me, "I love you"

"I love you Yunnie"

He smiles then kisses me again

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One year later

Yunho POV

"Here Yunnie", she asks me, holding the part of the car engine in the spot I need it to be

"Yeah baby. Just hold it until I can secure it in"

"Ok", she answers

I get the tools I need and proceed to bolt the part down where it needs to go

Once it's in, she removes her hands, grease on them

"Eww", she says

I laugh, "You should be used to it by now baby"

She's helped me fix lots of cars before

She works with me now, kinda like a secretary, handling calls, billing, payments and on the side I teach her about cars

Being in my shop with me everyday, she asked to learn how to fix cars

So I have her help me with basic auto repairs but the body work and paint I do with Jongho while she watches

She told me she doesn't want to do that kinda work, just fix cars

This last year she learned a lot and with basic things I can trust her to fix the cars by herself but she always wants me with her

I think it's just to have me there not because she's not confident or doesn't know what she's doing

She likes when I'm around her and it's not a problem because that's where I always want to be

With her

"Yeah but still...", she whines, making me laugh harder

She smirks, then wipes her fingers on my cheek

"Again jagi?"

She giggles, "You know how cute I think you look with grease on your face"

I grin, nodding

She's told me that before

She also mentioned it looked hot the first time I met her, when I was the intimidating hot guy

Now she calls me her big teddy bear

Who can get wild sometimes

I grab her by the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling her into my lap, "And do I look cute now?"

"Mmm nope", she shakes her head, "Right now you look sexy"

I smile, pulling her in for a kiss

Her lips press against mine, fire running up my spine and heating my entire body

It's like this every time I kiss her

From the very first time

That first kiss blew me away and it confirmed what I already knew

That I was stupidly in love with her

I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her

I did

But as time went on, I fell hard

It wasn't something I wanted or was looking for

It just happened

I denied it for as long as I could but that day, when she was basically saying goodbye, I knew I couldn't let her go

And here we are, a year later, living together in my apartment, working together in the shop

All the things I never thought I'd have before but I do now because of her

My jagi

"Oh god again? Can you two lay off the kissing already?", Jongho complains as he walks in, "God it's like you two got together yesterday"

She pulls away laughing while I glare at him

He's always doing this

Interrupting

"What do you want?", I growl

"Easy baby", she says softly, playing with my hair, calming me

I know I get really defensive when it comes to her but she always knows how to calm me down

"It's here", he says, throwing me the keys

"What's here?", she asks

"New car", I reply, standing up, her arms flying around my neck while squealing

"You know I'd never drop you", I tell her, kissing her nose and putting her down

"Yeah but a warning would be nice", she grumbles adorably

I kiss the top of her head, taking her hand and leading her out to the front of the shop where the cars are parked

"Oh my god", she gasps, "Is that really the Skyline Brian had in the Fast and the Furious?"

I smirk, "Yeah baby"

She lets go of my hand and runs to it, gaping as she walks around it

One thing I'm happy about, I converted her into a car girl

She knows almost as many makes and models as I do

I even taught her how to drive a stick shift car

And the Skyline GTR R36 is her favorite car

"This is so cool! Who brought it in? What needs to be fixed?"

"Nothing jagi", I answer, "It's in perfect condition"

"Amazing!", she gushes, "It's right side drive too! Whose is it?"

"Jagi", I call

She looks up as I toss her the keys

She catches them, looking at me confused, "It's yours"

"Shut the fuck up, no it's not", she exclaims

"Yeah baby it is"

"But how...what....why...huh?", she splutters as I walk over to her

"Well you always say you need a new car baby"

"That was before we moved in together. We go to the same places now and you drive us"

I shrug, going behind her, wrapping my arms around her, leaning my chin on her shoulder, "But you're right, you need a car to do other things you like to do. So you don't have to wait for me all the time"

"I don't care about that baby. I get to be with you"

I know she doesn't, which is why I will give her the world, the stars and the moon

Anything she asks for

"I know jagi but I want you to have your own car"

"But a skyline?"

"Of course baby. It's your favorite. Of course I'm getting you your favorite"

"It... it's too much Yunnie. This has to cost a fortune"

It was pricey but like I said, anything for her

It wasn't like I couldn't afford it

"You're worth it baby. I love you more than anything and I'll do anything for you", I tell her, "So please jagi, just take it ok?"

She turns in my arms, her arms around my neck, "You are too much Jeong, Yunho"

I smile, "Nothing is too much for you"

She smiles widely, "Thank you so much baby. I love you more than anything Yunnie"

"I love you more than anything Jo. You're my everything"

"And you're mine", she whispers, her lips against mine in a sweet kiss

#yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #ateez yunho smut #yunho fanfic #jeong yunho fanfic #ateez fanfic #ateez smut

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chososlittlecrybaby · 1 year ago

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just discovered you and I am obsessed, so here’s a request! (does that rhyme lol)

ony and connie’s reactions to us giving them the upmost disrespect 🤭.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊, 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆!

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝⚠︎

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ♡

You were driving home after a long day of work. Having to deal with rude customers and on top of that you stayed over time to take in 4 more clients because your coworker called in sick.

Once you were right around the corner from you and Connies shared house, you pressed the button on the garage door opener remote that was clipped onto the mirror visor. You seen the garage opening from the distance.

You sighed. You really wanted a bath and to just lay in your boyfriends arms. its was 10:46pm so you knew he was on the game waiting for you.

“God dammit.” You whispered, dropping your head down to the steering wheel before backing up into the garage setting your white Honda Sonata next to your boyfriends Mercedes-Benz.

You got out of the car and grabbed your Tote bag shuffling your hand around in the cup holders to find the key since your car didn’t need for you to put it in, in order for it to start.

Once you found your key you got out of the car and locked it. Dragging your feet towards the door that connects to the house, you wanted to fall and go to sleep right then and there.

You opened the door and made your way towards the kitchen to set your things on the island. You seen your boyfriend in the living room playing ‘Call of Duty.’ He had his headset on and he was yelling every curse word in the book.

You chuckled to yourself. That man was going to get hurt one day having those headphones on. He didn’t even hear you come in. Then again, where theres Connie there is always a gun nearby.

You walked over to him standing behind the couch. You bent over and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek but he moved away. He removed one of the headphone muffs from his ear. “Hey baby.” Was all he said before turning back to the game. You stood there dumbfounded.

“That’s it?” You said, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” He said, turning his head slightly to you and then back to the game. “I come home after like 10 hours and all I get is a ‘hey baby’? Don’t even ask me how my day was.” You said, anger fueling in your system. “Too busy trying to suck on your friends dick and play that fuck ass game.” You said. Now it was Connies turn to get mad. He quickly muted his mic and turned off his game.

“You lost your fucking mind.” He said. “Bring your ass over here.” He glared at you. You walked to the other side of the couch, not wanting to push him anymore, but you still had a right to be mad.

Connie was in a manspread position. You stood in between his legs as he looked up at you. A stern look plastered on his face.

“You wanna embarrass me?” He said, voice low. He gripped your waist with both hands and yanked you onto his lap. You stared at chain he had on, that read your name.

“My eyes up here. Look at me when im talking to you.” He said with venom laced in his voice. He gripped your throat and forced you to look up at him. “Whats your problem mami?” He said, taking his free hand and slapping your ass. You jolted up, the stinging sensation going straight to your head causing your eyes to water.

“Nothing papi, im just tired.” You said, voice shaky. “Tired my ass.” He said, another slap landing onto your ass. You jolted up and again, causing a laugh to come out of connie. “Not finna lie, you got me fucked up. Get off me and turn over, im finna tear your ass up.” He chuckled.

You got off of him and went to the opposite side of where he was sitting. You laid there looking at the patterned carpet. You knew you were going to be on bed rest after this.

𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐍 ♡

You were laying down with your back resting on the headboard and Ony in between your legs. Your long nails massaging his scalp as he played a mobile game.

“At your big age you playing games on yo phone?” You said, a laugh coming from your chest. “Its not about my age ma, its about uhm” he stopped for a second. “Its about the what?” You laughed again. He slapped your thigh and went back to playing his game.

You picked up the remote and went to Spotify on your TV. You picked a different playlist (the starting song being)

‣ 𝐘𝐎𝐔~ 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝♫

“Pa, I need my hair done oh my God.” You said, looking through your best friends highlights. “No.” He said. You sat there with a confused look plastered on your face. “No?” You asked. “Yeah, no? I’m pretty sure I said it loud and clear.” He said, his gaze not leaving his phone.

“The hell? Get the fuck off of me.” You said, shoving him off you. He looked at you, like he wanted to kill you. “You mad or sum? why you suddenly got a attitude?” He asked you, turning his phone off.

You knew these were rhetorical questions. At the end of the day, he pissed you off. “Yeah I got me an attitude? I didn’t even do anything so why you acting like a bitch right now bro?” You said. You got off the bed walking downstairs into the kitchen, Ony following behind you.

Before you could even make it to the kitchen, Ony grabbed the back of your neck yanking you back causing you to turn and face him. He slowly slid his hand from the back of your neck to grab your throat.

“You got 20 seconds to figure out who the fuck you talking to and walking away from.” His eyes piercing straight through you. “You got me fucked up calling me a bitch and think you finna get away with it. Get yo ass upstairs” He yelled at you in your face, throwing you to the side.

You walked upstairs, your arousal leaking onto your panties forming a wet patch. You took your time getting up there scared for what was in store.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N!” He yelled, causing you to jump.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 1.9𝐊

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ♡

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄!

𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓☯︎

#connie springer #black reader #aot smut #onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #connie x reader #𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐢

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mikegaragedoorrepairs · 8 months ago

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Choosing the Right Garage Door Opener: Pros and Cons

When it comes to choosing a garage door opener, homeowners have several different types to consider, each with their own advantages and disadvantages. Here's a look at some of the most common garage door opener types and their pros and cons:

Chain Drive Openers Pros:

Economical option, generally the lowest upfront cost

Durable and reliable

Can handle very heavy doors

Cons:

Noisy operation due to the metal-on-metalContact of the chain

Regular maintenance required to keep chain lubricated

Can be an eyesore with the exposed chain mechanism

Belt Drive Openers Pros:

Quieter and smoother operation than chain drives

Requires less maintenance with no exposed moving parts

Small, compact design is easy to conceal

Cons:

More expensive than chain drives

Not as robust as chain for very heavy doors

Belt can eventually wear down and need replacement

Screw Drive Openers Pros:

Very quiet operation with few moving parts

Low maintenance design

Durable metal construction

Cons:

Typically the most expensive type

Not ideal for extremely heavy doors

More complex mechanism can be trickier to repair

Direct Drive Openers (Direct Drive Motor Mount) Pros:

Virtually silent operation

Very low maintenance with only one moving part

Compact, space-saving design

Cons:

Limited lift power compared to other types

Higher purchase price

Can be louder during cold weather operation

Smart/WiFi Openers Pros:

Can open/close door from anywhere with smartphone app

Ability to grant virtual keys and monitor usage

Many smart home integration options

Cons:

More expensive than basic opener models

Requires good WiFi signal in garage area

Potential hacking/security risks with connected devices

No matter which type you choose, prioritizing safety features like automatic reversal and infrared sensors is critical. With the right opener for your home's garage door size and type, you can get years of reliable, low-maintenance operation with the perfect blend of convenience, safety and budget.

#Smart garage door opener #Direct Drive Openers #Belt Drive Openers #Screw Drive Openers #Chain Drive Openers

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ipswitch-ink · 5 months ago

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Romantic Pogue Thoughts.

Pogue issuch an old fashioned romantic. Always picks you up before a date and he doesn't just drive you home, he walks you right up to the door and opens it for you; gives you his jacket when it's chilly out; pulls out a chair for you; just a total gentleman at heart. Honestly, Pogue makes other guys look like losers compared to him, he's just that good and barely has to try to do it.

He takes things slow, even before you’re dating, but that’s just his way. Pogue wants to be careful with the partner he chooses, knowing how important this is., and at first, he just thought you were cute. Flirted a little bit, stole lingering glances when you weren’t looking, thought about you a lot, it takes a while to finally make a move. But when it got to the point he was having dreams about you and getting pissed when some other guy hit on you, Pogue figured this was more than a crush and asked you out. And he was so smooth about it too, driving up on his bike while you were walking home one day and telling you that you really should go out with him sometime.

"Like a date?"

"Yeah, like a date," he replied. "Dinner, dancing, all the classics."

And it's sort of the best date ever, Pogue walking you home that night, holding your hand all the way. He didn't kiss you at first, even though he wanted to, leaving you at the door and wishing you a goodnight. But halfway down the drive, he thought, fuck it. So he turned around, pulled you into his arms, and kissed you the way he'd been dreaming of for weeks. Now he gets to kiss you every day and he takes full advantage of that

Pogue is SO supportive. Giving a presentation in class? He'll purposely ask a perfect question that allows you to expand on a certain topic (and if he can't be there, he'll get one of his friends to do it). Got a game or event of some kind? He's right there, giving you a kiss for good luck. Pogue has read your favorite books, listened to the bands you like, knows everything about you and loves it all.

Very touchy, very affectionate, he always has to be touching you to some degree. Playing with your hair, stealing a kiss, holding your hand, an arm around your shoulders or waist, pulling you onto his lap. The coven teases him for it, especially Caleb, but he couldn't care less.

"Dude, how about you two get a room?"

"Hey, how about you get a life?"

He wears thick silver rings, some plain and some with designs and at some point, he accidentally leaves one with you. When you try to give it back, he tells you to keep it and calls it a "promise ring." It's too big for you to wear it on your hand, so you keep it on a chain around your neck and he loves that. The way the silver shines against your skin, the ring falling just between your breasts...always kissing your neck, playing with the chain, tugging you closer, the man is OBSESSED.

Some idiot hits on you right in front of him, to the point of trying to touch you, only for you to slap his hand away as he calls you a cunt. Pogue isn't even going to waste magic on this bitch, no, he handles this the old fashioned way: takes him outside, beats the hell out of him, and makes it clear what's going to happen if the guy ever looks at you funny. Then Pogue turns around and returns to you, promising that the bastard won't dare do it again.

He keeps a few pictures of you around at all times. One in his wallet, some on his bedroom mirror and in the garage, where he keeps his tools, a few more in a box where he keeps mementos of your relationship.

Pogue likes to write. Horror stories, mysteries, and historical fiction mostly. It's something not a lot of people know about him (he's pretty private) but he's actually a really talented writer and lets you read his stuff later in the relationship. And when you tell him how much you like it and how certain you are that he'll be published one day, he can't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. He will be published one of these days and his first book is dedicated to you, of course.

Very overprotective of you, to the point where you have to call him on it. Pogue cannot help it, the feeling comes naturally to him, but he does recognize that he can be overbearing at the worst of times and works on that.

Pogue struggles to open up, he's the kind of man who keeps his cards close. But by doing so, he pushes you away and calls it protection, his actions nearly costing him your relationship. Once he sees this and realizes how much he loves you, Pogue will finally tell you everything.

Loves seeing you in his clothes, especially his jacket around others (it's like he's claiming you with a silent mine) and his oversized t-shirts in private, when you stay the night with him. You used to bring your own clothes when you stayed over but they always seemed to vanish (hmmm, I wonder why) so you just gave up.

If you have a job, he WILL show up and very sweetly bother you. Waitress at a local place? He and the coven are there at least a couple times a week, Pogue flirting the whole time and leaving a massive tip (he also punishes any and all patrons who are rude to you and the rest of the staff because fuck that noise). Helping out at the school library? Well, he just so happens to be studying and could you help him find this particular book in a dark, quiet, perfect for making out the corner of the library? He'll be certain to reward you for it.

Calls you every night before bed just to hear your voice. Pogue loves your voice, the way you say his name, whispering as to not wake anybody up, smothering laughter when he says something sweet. It's his favorite ritual and he honestly can't sleep without it. The day you move in together and he gets to hold you and talk to you every night, my god, he's just in heaven.

Loves to take you on long bike rides out to some pretty place, quiet and peaceful. It's just the two of you, hiding from the whole damn world and being so, so in love and that's how he likes it.

Pogue is the first guy you brought home that your dad actually liked (mostly because he grew up with Mr. Perry and thinks well of him) and he's so smug about that. Wins over the whole family in a single night and comes over a couple times a month for dinner, always clears the table and helps with the dishes. Reid calls him a dork for this, but Pogue just points out that NONE of Reid's "meet the parents" moments have ever gone well and maybe there's a reason for that.

He shows you his magic through something beautiful: snow in the summer. You love snow and, wanting to ease you into the strangeness, he makes something he knows you'd like. At first, Pogue is so afraid that you'll still be scared, that you'll reject him. But all you do is kiss him, snow melting between your lips and making everything okay...maybe that's your sort of magic.

"I love you, Pogue..."

Pogue stresses a lot and you see that. You're always there for him, always comforting him and listening to him vent, taking up for him when others talk trash behind his back. And he loves that about you, loyalty is something he deeply values.

Pogue knows he wants to marry you about a year and a half into the relationship. Something went down and, instead of being afraid, you had remained by his side the whole time, his rock in the tempest of everything. And in that moment, he knew he wanted to marry you, buying a ring in secret and holding onto it until the time was right and he knew it was what you wanted to. And after that…

Happily ever after.

#the covenant x reader #the covenant imagines #the covenant 2006 #the covenant #pogue parry #pogue x reader #pogue parry x reader #reid garwin #caleb danvers #tyler simms

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garagedoorrepair0 · 8 months ago

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Operate your garage doors the way you want! In such a case, you have to choose the right Chain Drive Garage Door Openers. As each opener have its own features to operate.

#Chain Drive Garage Door Openers

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vanfleeter · 1 year ago

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Love Language //JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!reader Warnings: All the fluff. Smut. Mentions of oral sex and penetrative sex (p in v).

Summary: Jake expresses his love for you with all five love languages.

In the past you didn’t have someone who did things just because they care about you or love you. With Jake, there were the moments that occur that make you fall in love with him all over again. He didn’t have to do much to prove to you that he loved you. He didn’t have to prove anything from the start. He showed you how much he loves you in everything he does and says.

Jake uses all five love languages, his favorite being acts of service.

When you come home from grocery shopping, he’ll meet you in the driveway ready to carry in the bags for you so you can go inside and not struggle.

If it’s raining and he’s home, he’ll hold an umbrella over you to keep you from getting wet, even if that means he gets soaked instead.

If he gets home from work before you, he makes sure to wash the dishes so you don’t have to stress over them. He claims that he does it because the soap makes his hands soft but really he really does it because he doesn’t want you to worry that they haven't been washed yet.

Same with the laundry. His days off, if the laundry is starting to pile up he’ll take care of it. Making sure to wash them the way you do and folding them the way you do. Though he’ll leave a shirt or two folded incorrectly just so he can watch you get annoyed, to which he’ll laugh and give you a kiss, reassuring you that he’ll remember to fold them all the same the next time.

When winter begins and the snow and ice blow through, he’ll take both cars to get chains put on the tires. Before he leaves for work, which most of the time he’s gone before you, he’ll lay out your coat, your gloves, a scarf and a hat before he leaves. If he knows that he’s leaving after you, he’ll make sure to lay everything out the night before before he goes to bed. If it snows a ton, he’ll bundle up as best he can, while still maintaining mobility, and will go out to shovel your car out of the snow so you can leave for work. He’ll even offer to drive you to work and pick you up–because after digging out your car, he refuses to be out there any longer to dig out his own. He also tells you that he’s gonna start parking the cars in the garage, hence the reason you bought a house with a garage. But driving you to work means he gets to spend a little more time with you and he doesn’t have to worry about you driving yourself.

Even though he had a long day at work and all he wants to do is rest when he gets home, he’ll still make dinner and have it ready by the time you get home.

Holding doors open for you. Opening car doors. Helping you with your seat as you sit down, no matter where you happen to be having dinner. Holding up the ends of your dress so you don’t trip on it. Holding your hand and helping you walk up steps in your heels. Refreshing your drink when you get low and want more. Making you tea when you feel sick or hot cocoa when it’s cold and he can see you shivering even underneath the several fluffy blankets he’s covered you with.

His favorite act of service out of everything he does? Pleasing you. Pleasure. Making you feel good. Your moans of pleasure, you chanting his name as he brings you to your climax. If he could make you cum all day, every day–he would do it. Nothing brings him pleasure like hearing you crumble at his touch and his tongue.

His second favorite love language is gift giving. He loves to spoil you, though you always remind him that he doesn’t ever need to buy you things, but he does anyways because when he sees something that reminds him of you or something he knows you’ll absolutely love, he buys it. Sometimes he buys things for you just because.

For example, flowers.

He loves to buy you flowers, whether it’s for an occasion or just because he wanted to. He’ll buy you all kinds of flowers. Usually it’s a prearranged bouquet from the grocery store while he’s there shopping, or he’ll swing by the floral shop on his way home from work to buy you flowers.

There was one time that he bought flowers after a day out with the boys. Danny was the designated driver that time and Jake begged him to drive him to the floral shop on the way home.

Even when he’s away on tour, he’ll make sure to still send your flowers. You remember at the beginning of your relationship that he was so deeply infatuated with you that he sent you flowers once a day, filling your apartment. Every crevice had a vase full of flowers. Who needed an air freshener when you had almost every flower on the planet in your apartment?

He doesn’t buy you jewelry often but he usually does when he’s on tour. You joked once that a simple t-shirt would be cool but whenever he came home, he had a new necklace for you. Or a bracelet.

Though he does buy you clothes too. When he was out with Josh, he saw this emerald green dress at the mall and imagined you in it, so he had to buy it. You had asked why he bought it for you, though you simply adored it, he’d only shrug his shoulders and say, “Just because”. He even buys you new socks once a month. It started as a joke when he noticed how many single socks you had and would just mix and match so he bought you a whole pack. Now he buys them to keep up with you losing them. Or he’ll buy goofy ones that he thinks you’ll giggle at. Some have flamingos, maybe even pizza slices. One pair he bought had bananas wearing sunglasses on them.

Though he still likes to have some fun with his gift giving. Most particularly in the intimate department. Every once in a while he’ll surprise you with a new lingerie set. “I want to see you in blue. I think you’ll look beautiful.” He claims when he gives it to you wrapped neatly in black tissue paper and tucked delicately inside of a black box.

He has no problem with physical touch. Any chance he gets to have his hands on you, he takes it. Subtle brushes as he walks past, gliding his fingers up and down your arm as you two cuddle while watching movies. Often while you’re cooking dinner, he’ll step up behind you and press his front to your back, rocking his hips into you as he kisses down your neck. Physical touch turns him on more than seeing you in that green dress or seeing in that yellow swimsuit that hugs your curves and pushes up your breasts. He loves to be intimate and he loves it when he can do it with you.

When you both are in bed together, it’s early in the morning and neither of you are wanting to untangle your bodies. Your leg is wrapped around his waist as your head rests on his shoulder. He has an arm wrapped around your body holding your close as he runs his fingers up and down your thigh.

Or when you’re connected intimately. He’s buried so deep inside of you, being so gentle and taking his time to make you feel good all over. While others rush to get you to your high, he takes his time and allows you to feel everything.

He’s never not holding your hand whether behind closed doors or out in public where he holds you close to him. And he always holds your hand in the car while his other rests on the steering wheel. He only lets go when he needs to but immediately grabs your hand again when he can.

He hugs you so tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He’ll come up from behind and hug you or sometimes he’ll hug you with so much passion that he slightly picks you up off the ground. He always welcomes you with wide open arms.

You’ll find him trying to play footsie with you underneath the table, a smug look on his face making you giggle. Maybe fiddling with your fingers, like he’s messing with a fidget toy. As much as it grosses you out, sometimes while he’s lounging on the couch on one end and you’re on the other, he’ll stretch out his leg towards you and poke you with the tip of his big toe earning him a smack to his foot which makes him chuckle and push his limit but trying to do it again.

And just like poking you with his big toe, sometimes he’ll poke your sides making you jump. He knows your sides are ticklish so he uses it to his advantage.

But he also likes to give you massages, especially after you had a stressful day at work. He’ll start on your backside, massaging your shoulders and slowly moving down your back. He’ll take the opportunity to massage your buttcheeks. You’ll swat at him as he nibbles on one of them and he’ll laugh. And then he’ll turn you over to do your front side which he has to force himself not to turn it into sex.

He loves to kiss you. As if that wasn’t already obvious. And he doesn’t just kiss your lips. He kisses all over your face. Your neck. Your hands.

He doesn’t have a problem with words of affirmation. Praising you in bed, he does that a lot. He encourages you when you struggle, telling you just how proud he is of you. He’ll cheer you on as you leave for work. “You look those people in their eyes and you tell them that you’re not scared of them”. “You got the promotion?! Way to go baby! I knew you could do it!” Or when you're playing a fun game of soccer in the backyard, he’ll constantly encourage you. “And she fakes him out and scores! That’s my baby! Sneaky little one, I’m impressed”.

Most times he’s complimenting you. Always calling you beautiful–or in true Jake fashion, he’ll call you beauteous. Even when you’ve just woken up, still a little asleep and your hair is pulled up in a messy bun, bags under your eyes and your clothes a little messed up but he’ll still call you beautiful. He’ll call you beautiful when you're naked, when you’re covered in sweat from your run or working in the garden. He’ll still call you beautiful.

He always compliments your outfits, especially the haphazard sweatpants and wrinkly shirt from when you woke up. “It gives you sort of an abstract look” to which you’ll respond with an eye roll and he’ll simply chuckle and kiss your forehead.

Last but least, he doesn’t struggle with quality time. Even when he’s away on tour or working long days. When he is home, he isn’t on his phone at all. He gives you his undivided attention as much as he can. He listens intently as you ramble on about your day. Fixes you a glass of wine and hums in response. He never interrupts you, he always lets you finish your thought before he speaks.

He loves simple dates with you. Coffee dates. Soup dates. Pumpkin picking when it’s in season, and even apple picking. He loves the walks around the neighborhood. The festival trips. But he also loves to do the homebody dates. Cooking dinner for you, cuddling on the couch watching tv shows or movies. Having game nights, just the two of you. Sometimes he’ll let you win just to see you smile.

And he does all of this because he loves you.

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captainlondonman · 8 months ago

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Car Repair Bear

There was something about the local car repair garage that made Danny look in every time he passed. Above the door was a dirty sign saying Bear Repairs. In fact it was not something but someone. There was only ever one guy there but almost every time Danny slowed up enough to look in, if the guy was in full view Danny could immediately start to feel his cock swell. Christ it was not as if the guy was some hunk, in fact he was quite the opposite. He was at least 185cms high thick set ,in fact more that that he had a good sized beer belly and he was hairy as hell. He was always in a dirty and oily blue overall which was invariably open almost down to his navel , probably because it was too tight on him but it made his hairy belly bulge out through the wide gap. He had a thick silver chain around his neck and tattoos around his neck. His hands were real mechanic hands thick fingered with dirty ingrained nails and such hairy hands. He wore thick toe capped boots up to his knees with the top part folded over. His neck was as thick as his head and he had a real bruiser face as if he had been in several street fights. Hair closely shaved with a heavy 3 day growth. There was always a ciggie hanging out one side of his mouth.. An oily rag stuck out from his rear pocket.

Danny got so turned on by this large bear bellied man, a real man that he often had to cover up his boner and then wank furiously when he got home. It reminded him of Mr Barton the school teacher. He was large with his shirt buttons always ready to split and his trousers belted tight so his belly poured out over his trousers. He obviously wore no underwear as when he walked down the classroom Danny could easily see the outline of his thick cock swinging in the baggy trousers. Every time Mr Barton passed by Danny’s hand went down to his cock under the table and stroked himself until he had a stonking hard on.

As Danny passed by the repair shop one day he saw a car driving in and a large guy in a suit, shirt and tie get out. Christ it was Mr Barton. Jesus how could he and the repair guy be together it was almost too much. He decided he had to get closer and managed to get in whilst they were talking and hid behind a machine.

He heard Mr. Barton say ‘I’ve come for a service’.

‘Sure mate, I’ve been expecting you but it ain’t the car that’s needing serviced is it? I’d better close the door while we deal with your servicing.

The owner walked so close to Danny that he almost could have touched him. He closed the doors and as he turned to look at Mr. Barton he said

‘I knew you’d be hot. I can see that thick dick of your hard as anything from here. Don’t worry I’ll give you the full service.’

As the two men came together Mr. Barton put his hand out and grabbed the owners coverall pulling him in and then putting his hand down inside to grab hold of his cock.

‘Tell you what Les that cock of yours I dream off when I’m fucking the wife. Let me get it out and admire before I get my mouth down the shaft. I love sucking your dick and feeling all that hair on your belly rubbing against my mouth.’

Danny could now see Les’s fully erect dick. It had a thick vein on the underside and was clearly circumsized with a huge head. It must have been a full 9 inches and more like 10.

With his legs wide apart Les said

‘Well Barton as you like it that much get down on your fucking knees and get a whiff. Nice and oily and I know you like me to not have washed any piss off. You like it dirty eh?’

Mr Barton got down in front of Les to look at the boner in front of him.

‘Shit that’s some cock. No wonder I keep coming back for a service.’

‘Look you faggot this is just the start’ and with that Les got hold of Mr Barton’s tine and yanked him up so his mouth was level with his cockhead.

‘No softly’ softly today mate, I need to feel that mouth of yours go the whole way down.’

With hand still pulling on the tie Les took his other arm and placed his beefy hand behind Barton’s head.

‘That’s it now open wide and start to get it down you. I want to feel you take my whole dick and have your lips in amongst my thick pubes so you can feel my belly pressed against you. That’s it mate let me help you and I’ll push it down yer throat.’

Barton started to gag slightly as he tried to fully open his mouth.

‘Quit the gagging you pussy and take it like a real man.’

With his hand still behind Barton’s head he pressured more and more guiding with force so his cock sunk more and more into his mouth

‘That’s it let me feel all your spit around my shaft.’

Letting one hand go from the tie Les then put both hands around Barton’s head and started to move it further in and then out.

‘That’s fucking better. You’ve got the hang of it. Jesus you so love cock. So you want the full service. So we’d better sort out that arse of yours. Get off the ground and lean over your car.’

Barton stood up the saliva from all his sucking was running down his chin.

‘Get your jacket off and I’ll do the rest’ Les snapped.

As Barton leant over the car Les took his hand and slapped hard three times causing Barton to jerk.

‘Christ careful man I can’t have the wife see me with weal marks on my arse.’

‘Well she might well be seeing all my cum running out of your arse anyway.’

Les put his muscle d arms around Barton and undid his belt. ‘You’ve been putting on a few pounds recently. Just how I like my men. Nice and beefy with a good hairy belly and bulging arse. No matter how much it bulges I love getting my cock up through the depths and into the hole.’

Les pulled down the trousers so they were set at the ankles.

‘I can feel that precum of yours on your trousers. You’ll have to something about that before you get home.’

‘You’ve a great big arse on you man. Just perfect and all that spit of yours has my cock ready to thrust right into you.’

From his position Danny could see Les’s thick cock which he had his hand around ready to enter. Danny cock was oozing precum. He had never see two big bellied bear men have sex together but had dreamt it. Now here he was a voyeur watching one man about to fuck the living day lights out of another , his ex teacher and his own cock was straining to get out of his joggers, in fact it was tenting to such an extent that he looked as he had a pole down inside and there was a large precum stain just as his cock head rubbed against his nylon joggers.

He watched Les take hold of each arse cheek and pull them wide apart so he could slip his cock int between to force his arse head open.

You’ve taken this dick a few times Barton so that hole of yours is ready for my prick. It’ll slide up a dream once I get past the opening and you can feel me force it right up to the hilt. Shit you have one great hairy arse. Your arse hairs and my pubes rubbing together eh?’

And with that Les sank his cock right in letting go of the cheeks as he did so the hairy arse sprang back over ’Les’s cock.

‘Bet you love being taken on your own car. Now let me grab that cock of yours while I fuck and well get that juice of yours over the bonnet nice and thick.’

With his hands firmly around Bartons belly and grasping his cock Les started to ram his own dick in and out faster and faster but each time making sure he forced it in the whole way. Barton’s arse started to react and he moved his fat arse back and forth so he could feel the full thrust

‘Fuck me man, go the whole way with your service and let me feel that spunk of yours shooting so far up I a can almost feel it in my mouth. I already have that salty taste of your precum in me.’

‘Shit Barton you’re a great fuck. Always has me coming big time so lets finish this off as my balls are ready to break and shoot my cum up you. I can feel that cock of yours pulsating and ready.’

Danny had his own cock out his hand firmly working the full length of his shaft. He knew he was going to cum, he was almost breathless with excitement watching these two guys humping. Les’s thrusting was even causing the car to move.

‘I’m fucking ready to spear you Barton so get ready to take my spunk. It’s coming. Fuuuuck.’ and with that he shot his cum forcing his body tight into Barton’s cheeks and with his final lunge Barton let out a long moan as his spunk shot through Les’s hands and over the bonnet of the car in thick creamy wads.

It was too much for Danny who had to put one hand over his mouth to stifle his orgasm and as he arched his body his spunk shot out across the machine leaving a thick white stream running down the shaft.

Les let his cock slide out and as he tucked his dick back intohis blue coverall he wiped his hand over his cock head to remove the final bit of cum and then smeared it over the coverall.

‘Now get those trousers belted. That was a hell of service. I needed that and by the way your body was wobbling around you needed to shoot your bolt.

Just as well the car doesn’t need much servicing.’

‘Better get back to school so open up and let me out .’

Still wiping his coverall and giving his hairy chest a rub, Les opened the doors just a meter away from him. Barton got into his car and drove out giving a wave.

‘It won’t be long until I’m back for more,’ he shouted out the window

As Les turned round to walk back to his workbench so Danny was quietly able to slip out

Like anything that gives you such a turn on once you have watched just one time you need to see more and your cock tells you that you need to cum again. He could not believe that he had seen his ex teacher being fucked and his cock erupting with spunk. In bed that night he started dreaming and he was back at school and Barton was walking up and down in the classroom almost brushing his pot belly against Danny’s shoulder. Every now and again the teacher would stop and slightly bend over Danny’s book so his belly rubbed against his head. At these times his eyes were staring right at Barton’s crotch. He could see the outline stretching down one inside leg and now that he had actually seen it he knew what was going on in his inside leg. As Barton bent over to ask a question so Danny’s hand came up and started to stroke his cock and balls through his thick trousers. As he did so Barton pushed himself closer into Danny and he could feel the softness of his chest. The more he cupped Barton’s cock the more Barton let his belly push in to the point that Danny could almost feel his body vanishing into the thick mass. Barton’s cock grew bigger and bigger and by now it was positively erect pushing against the fabric needing to be taken out. Danny unzipped and let his hand in to fondle the stiff prick and heavy balls. He had to force Barton’s cock out such was its length. It seemed even bigger and thicker than he had seen at the garage. Barton’s cock was now staring at Danny’s mouth the massive head gleaming with precum.. All Danny wanted was to take the full length and feel his head totally buried in Barton’s chest. Barton took hold of Danny’s head and directed his mouth to the tip forcing his mouth open pushing his heavily veined prick into his mouth so Danny could take the flow of spunk, Danny could feel every thrust but he could take it all and wanted every inch his saliva juicing around the shaft. He could feel the heat from Barton’s body and the smell as a couple of buttons popped open and his hairy chest deep into Danny’s face. Danny could feel the throbbing, he knew Barton was ready to shoot.

Suddenly the dream finished and as Danny woke up breathing hard his body arched upwards and without even having his hand over his cock, it spewed cum all the way up his chest. What a dream but sadly not real.

The next day Danny was immediately drawn back to the garage and he decided that he could still hide and at last watch the horny guy in his oiled stained overalls. As he worked on a car so the ciggie still hung out one side of the mouth and every now and again he would take his hand and shove it down the open front to give his balls a rub.. That alone made Danny’s trackies tent with his stiff prick.

Suddenly Danny heard a noise behind him and outside the door the local council workie was parking his cart. He was a big guy, his hair shaved at the sides but the top part gelled back into a ponytail. He had a thick droopy moustache and his whole body looked as if he had done very little exercise. Wide shoulders but with a thick protruding beer belly. His dirty white T shirt was too tight and had risen up to show an expansive hairy belly which hung over his yellow thick belted Hi Viz trousers. He has a yellow matching nylon sleeveless jacket and then a thick yellow dirty HIViz jacket and was kept open to show off his massive body.

As he walked in he said ‘Hey Les it’s Thursday you know I always drop by for a blow job. By the time I get here I am always stiff as a poker thinking of that mouth of yours around my cock.’

‘Christ man you should not be walking around the street looking like that. Your fucking cock is sticking out a mile in those Hi Viz. And don’t worry I know the day of the week and have just been giving myself a nice rub waiting for you. So close the door and lets get on with it.’

The binman walked up to Les and putting his arm around his neck pulled him in to tongue him.

‘Shit where have you been today mate you’re stinking.’

‘Thought you liked that.’

‘I fucking do and whatever that it is it’s sure making me even hornier. Hope you’ve not washed yourself in a couple of days as I always like that cock of your stinking of dried piss.’

‘Don’t worry I make sure its rank for you.’

Les rubbed his hands up and down the HiViz nylon crotch.

‘Christ you are really hard today.’

‘So what you waiting for,’ the binman replied undoing his wide leather belt and letting his HiViz trousers slide over his erect cock and balls.

‘Jesus I didn’t think you have washed your prick for a week. What a fucking great smell.’ As Les let himself sink to his knees so he opened the remaining couple of buttons of his overall and brought out his own cock letting his heavy set balls flip out.

‘Big man, big cock’, Les said as he took hold of the binman’s balls and squeezed them firmly yanking them down so he could feel them both. As he did. so did the binman’s cock sprang up so it was almost vertical. Bill let his tongue lick over the binman’s head allowing him to savour the dried up piss.

‘Christ you are fucking high. Love it man.’

Holding the binman’s cock Les let his tongue travel down the full shaft making sure he savoured every inch until his tongue had licked the thick bushy pubes. As his tongue worked around the shaft so the binman’s cock reacted waving around. It had a nice banana shape making it look even more erect. Les brought his tongue back to the glistening head having now covered the shaft with his spit. He was ready to suck. Still holding the full length of the prick Les opened wide and let his mouth take in the head pausing to fill his mouth with more spit and little by little he let it slide down the shaft and all the time breathing in the pungent smell of stale piss. Once his mouth was taking in the full length, Les let his hands reach up to rub over the nylon of the HiViz. He loved HiViz gear and would often lounge about it at home when he felt horny. He let his hands move over the binman’s belly and ruck up his T shirt more so he could feel the full expanse. And tangle his hands in the mass of chest hair.

He started moving his head in and out, the spit drooling down his chin and the quicker he did it so he took one hand away and brought it down on to his own shaft. The binman was clearly ready to explode and so Les wanked himself faster and faster while feeling the guys cock throbbing for his orgasm.

‘I’m ready Les so swallow that cum of mine all the way down. The binman gave a final lunge into Les’s mouth and reached his orgasm, the spunk coming out too fast for Les to swallow so it gurgled out of his mouth and rolled down his chin on and onto his coverall. Feeling so much cum in his mouth mixed with the smell of piss was too much and Les let rip with his own cum across the floor some shooting onto the binman’s dirty worn boots.

‘I love fucking Thursdays man working on that cock of yours’

‘If you fucking love them so do I, getting rid of my cum. I always like to save some up for you mate.’

The two guys sorted them selves out and the Binman opened the door to go out . Danny had been so excited and transfixed that he had not managed to get his dribbling cock out for a wank. He could feel his cock tight against the machine and as he moved so a small part fell to the floor. Before Danny had time to figure anything out Les was across and dragged him out.

‘I fucking knew someone had been in when I saw spunk marks on the floor around here. And now you’ve been getting off watching me do a blow job, you little cretin. Get off on all this do you? Of course you fucking do look at that prick of your’s tenting in your trackies. Didn’t manage to cum then, though you’ve got a bloody large patch of precum on you. So what am I going to do with you. I’m not into skinny lad like you so not much point in wasting a fuck.’

‘I’m not into skinny lads either. I love real men with lots of hair and bellies. The bigger the better. I so often wish I was a bear as you always go for each other which leaves me out of it. I so wish I was a a hairy bear and had the life you guys have. Feeling a bears pot belly would be perfect for me.’

‘Christ you are a horny little runt and its clear you would prefer to be a nice stinking hairy bear instead of your miserable little self.’

Les took hold of Danny shoulder

‘Right come with me. Time to sort you out.’

Danny was dragged across the floor and Les opened a door into what looked like a car spray booth.

‘Get yourself in there,’ as he threw Danny inside and then locked the door.

Danny was terrified. He was locked in a windowless room with the garage owner furious and clearly wanting some form of revenge. How long was he going to be kept inside and he had no phone to get a message out. He was stuck and there seemed little point in shouting due to the thick walls. As he huddled himself in a corner he was suddenly aware of some steam coming into the room. Just at first a little stream of steam but it quickly started to build up until he could feel himself enfolded by it. It seemed only steam as he was not choking or felt as it he was being poisoned. In fact it felt warm and comfortable. However as the steam became thicker so he was aware that his clothes seemed to be almost melting and sliding off his body. The steam had removed them and as he put his hand over his body he realized that he was totally naked. The steam continued to build up around him and he then started to feel a change to his body which he could not understand. It was as though he was being pulled apart, being stretched. He felt bigger, wider and yes even much taller. Even his face was being pulled apart. He could feel the blood rushing around his body surging warmth. It felt good in fact it felt bloody great to the point he was almost getting aroused. He wanted to understand what was going on to his body so in the thick fog started to let his hands move over himself.

‘Christ was this me. Is this really my body?’

The first thing was his whole body seemed covered in a thick mass of hair, from his belly all the way up to his neck and as he put his hands behind him the hair seemed all over his back. Not just a little covering but curly thick hair. But as he brought his hands back to his belly he realized that he no longer had a cute waist but he seemed to have a large extended belly also hairy. There was no waist.

In shock he put his hands up to his face. Where was that smooth face that rarely needed shaving. Instead his hands fondled a thick beard all the way round his mouth and even thick into his neck. It was as if his body hair had come up and spread all across his head but wait, his head was bald. Smooth, all his head hair had gone. He started to feel his hands where were the long slender fingers. It was as if he now had slabs as fingers, thick with hair. He didn’t know what to think but the feeling kept changing because slowly he was no longer feeling naked. He put his hand to his chest and was aware he was now wearing a rubber vest which was making him sweat, it was tight against his body showing every outline. But there was more, he was now in something that seemed like an coverall all open at the front with rolled up sleeves and his feet were clearly in heavy boots.

His head started to go blank and he felt dizzy. He knew there was a change but could not figure it out. But something was erasing all his thoughts, he could hardly remember his name and what his history was. He struggled to regain himself but it was too late. For a moment there was a blank and then he could feel himself rough, tough and wanting to get out, his throat felt different, harder, and he knew his voice had changed.

‘Get me out of here you fucking moron.’ He suddenly shouted his voice much deeper and with a strong local accent.

The steam stated to evaporate and leave the room. The door clicked open and Danny stormed out.

‘What has fucking gone on’

‘Jesus’ Les replied ‘I didn’t ever expect you to look this this. The way you look is only because it’s the person you have wanted to be and bloody hell man what a fucking great bear you make. Have a look at yourself.’

Danny stood legs apart staring at the dirty mirror.

‘Fuuuucking great man. Shit what a hairy bear I now am and look the part of your mate in my coverall. I’m no longer Danny, what a fucking boyish name. I’m Dan from now on and I ain’ going back.’

Dan could not take his eyes of his new look. His black rubber vest had inched up his hairy chest which was pushing out from his half open coverall, the sleeves were rolled out to show off thick hairy and tattooed arms, both arms totally covered in tats. His neck was as thick as his head and looked more so with the black curly bushy beard. Dan rubbed his hands over his shaved head.

Again he shouted ‘Fuuuucking great.’

His hand then moved down to his crotch as seeing this image of himself had started to make feel so horny.

‘Just as well my dick is the right proportion . It feels thick and meaty and by Christ its inching down my leg needing release and you Les are gonna give me that. Get over here As Les approached so Dan picked up a knife and then quickly turned Bill round using the knife to make a hole in the rear of his coverall just at arse level.

‘I wanna fuck you in your coverall. I know you have a great cock and I can get that up me later but now its my turn to shag you good and proper.

Dan undid to last two buttons and thrust his hand down his coverall leg giving himself and good rub before yanking it out. Les could feel the massive head rubbing against his cheeks.

‘Think you need some lube man to take this big prick of mine.’

Dan got hold of the oil can from the bench and smeared a great dollop over his cock rubbing it in.

‘We’re both dirty bear mechanics so you might as well have some of your gear up you. Get your legs apart. I wanna fuck you upright. Jesus that’s some fucking great thick prick I have. Nice thick vein and love it way it gets thicker and thicker up to my pubes. Means I can get inside you not too badly and then you can feel it more and more as I drive up to the hilt.’

Spreading Les’s heavy hairy cheeks apart Dan started to ease his well oiled cock deep into Les’s arse. He could almost hear it pop as it got past the entry and as he pushed more and more so Les groaned more heavily.

‘Shit if you wanted a big dick then you certainly got one. If feels fucking great. What a fuck.’ Dan sank his cock in until his coverall was rubbing against Les’s arse. He stopped when fully in and brought his hands around to Les’s chest opening up his coverall more so he could start massaging Bill’s nipples. They were big brown and stuck out just like a real bear of a man. Les groaned even more.

‘Don’t just rub them mate give me a good going over and nip and pull, sends me crazy.’

Dan started tightening his grip on the nipples and feeling them stretched made Dan feel even hornier.

‘I fucking love working a mates tits.’ Dan started to slide his cock in and out at first slowly almost to the point of taking his dick fully out and then rather than gently sliding back in he rammed. Les was loving his tits being worked so he started letting his arse move in rythnm to Dan’s cock lunges. Dan could feel himself sweating with his rubber vest and his chest hair was glistening underneath and he could smell his manly odour form his armpits. Good strong and what a bear should smell like.

The smell , Les’s tits and the feel of his cock tight in Les’s arse was working Dan up to a frenzy. Les could feel the throbbing cock and put his hand over his own thick dick taking some oil from the same can so his hand slid up and down as the oil dripped onto the floor but his cock glowed with oil and precum.. He was forcing himself back onto Dan;s cock as though he wanted to be speared.

Dan shouted,

‘I’m about to let my load right up you. Just hope it shoots out your bloody mouth mate.’

‘Go for it Dan my own cock is ready to burst.’

With a final shove dan shot his load up Les’s arse and Les shot his spunk out over the floor, with creamy white stains all over the floor.

The two men took their greasy hands over their faces to wipe off the sweat.

‘Now I know what it’s like to be a bear and I never want to go back. Fucking great man.’

‘Well Dan you might as well stay on as a mechanic I could do with some help so I’m not shagging all the time but at least getting some car repairs done.

‘Suits me mate. Mind you after that fuck it will be difficult not to keep wanting some more sessions and having seen you own cock I fancy that up my bum.’

‘Don’t worry I’ll give you one soon enough. It might also make it a bit more fun for some of our customers if there are two of us.’

‘Make sure when Barton is back I get to fuck him. That’s a dream to come true.’

‘Forget the dreams Dan its now reality, you are bruiser of a bear.’

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Chapter 3:

I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser…

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"We ready?" Dad checked and we all nodded.

"Pops, we’ll be late! Come on! Or do you want me to drive?" I asked and wiggled my eyebrows.

"Hell no! I’m not coming all the way to Monaco, for the first time! To be killed in a car crash because you drive like on a racetrack!" Shima exclaimed and Mum and Daniel nodded agreeing, Dad laughed and started the engine.

Due to the traffic, we parked the rental car one hour later in the underground parking garage of the house where the Leclercs were living. I got out of the car, opened up the trunk and took out my bag. The rest did the same and we walk med up to the elevator, Mum stopping in front of the door of the staircase.

"Oh come on Mum! Do you really wanna walk up to the 5th floor?" I asked as a loud bell announced the arrival of the elevator.

"Last time, we were stuck almost two hours, Lizzie! It wasn’t funny!" she exclaimed and pushed the door open to the staircase, Dad following her.

"Seriously, Dad? You too?" I asked disbelieving.

"Let’s go!" I turned around as he came back, carrying Mums bags.

"5th floor? We’re underground? 6 staircases? Absolutely not!" he laughed and together with Shima and Daniel we enter the elevator.

"If we get stuck, Charlie can throw us some snacks through the opening in the ceiling!" I chuckled and pushed the round button with the black 5 on it.

"We’re not getting stuck!" Dad laughed and shook his head "You only got stuck the last time because you and Charles jumped like crazy! If you don’t do that, we’re good!"

I looked at him mischievous and he held up his pointer finger.

"Don’t you dare!" Daniel said and I laughed.

The elevator door opened and we got out, waiting at the staircase door for Mum. A minute later the door opened and with a slightly red face she stepped out and right on cue the door to our left opened up.

"Doetterer’s!" "Leclerc’s!" we yell and Shima and Daniel as well as Mum and Pascale stay silent while they stare at Hervé, Enzo, Charles, Arthur, Dad and me.

I hugged Hervé first and at the same time we both say out loud "Happy Birthday!" we laughed and are the first to enter the flat.

Inside Dad and Mum congratulated Hervé with a half hug, half handshake and kisses on the cheeks and a warm hug. Pascale hugged me tight and kissed my cheeks.

"Happy Birthday, mon jolie fille!" she said before Enzo and Arthur attacked me and pulled me in an awkward 3 way hug and both said "Happy Birthday, Lizzie!" before they both gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Charles stood next to Shima and Daniel, who stood next to his parents after they congratulated Hervé. As the chaos settled, Charles walked up to me and pulled me in a tight hug, I could smell his perfume, felt the outline of his chain beneath his shirt bore into my collarbone, he pulled away and cradled my face in his hands before he kissed both my cheeks, I stuck out my tongue and he laughed.

"Happy Birthday, ma belle! May all your dreams come true!" he said and I could feel the look of the others on me, but I just grinned at Charles as we both shout out at the same time "Driving for Ferrari in Formula 1!" we started laughing and the rest joined in.

The door bell rang and Pascale left us to open up, two minutes later Family Gasly joined us, some more birthday wishes were exchanged before Pierre pulled me into his side.

"Ahhh speedy, tonight is going to be epic! All planned out, only the best for your 18th Birthday! You’re the last one of us to turn 18! Finally! Pop the champagne!" he said and his Mum gave him an earnest look.

"Pierre, we want the girls back in one piece!" Hervé laughed and Charles shared a look with Daniel.

"And what about us? We’re ok in pieces?" Charles pretended to be shocked.

"Didn’t you watch Taken? They take pretty girls out of clubs, not boys, you’re safe, they don’t want you!" Arthur threw in and I laughed.

"Damn right! You have to look out for us boys!" I said and Shima looked confused.

"Do we expect that something like that might happen? What is going on?" she asked and Pascale patted her arm.

"Let the boys talk, Shima, mon fille, you know how they are!" she said "Charles, help Shima and Daniel get settled. Enzo, Marina and Juergen."

"I guess I just get settled myself." I huffed and Pascale laughed.

"Lizzie you have your own drawer in Charles room!" now I laughed and walked towards Charles room, followed by Shima, Daniel, Pierre and Charles.

"The pull-out-couch is made for two, and then the air mattress, deal with who sleeps where!" Charles shrugged and plops down on his bed, I followed him.

"Yup, we’re settled." I said and stretched "So, Pierre what do you have planned?"

"There is a private party from RedBull at Jimmy'z and now guess who’s on the guest list with 4 extra guests…" he said and I sat up "I believe what you want to say is thank you!" he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Do you think we’re allowed in there? We’re both in the FDA now, Pierre? I don’t want you to get into trouble…“ I asked and he nodded.

"I don’t think that someone would care? We’re practically nobody’s for now, so I‘d say we have a nice little dinner with our families, then the girls start to get ready and our car picks us up at 9:30!" Pierre stated and with that we all lay our outfits for the night out.

15 minutes later we’re all together at the huge dinner table and devour the delicious food, shared stories, laughed, drank and had a lot of fun. At around 8 Shima and I took our leave and cramped together in the bathroom, showering, preparing for the night.

"So, will you finally tell Charles that you have a massive crush on him this year?" Shima whispered while straightening her hair. I curled mine and laughed, then shook my head.

"Did you see that in the living room? Our families together? What if I tell Charles I have a crush on him, maybe more and he doesn’t like me back, which he probably doesn’t, I don’t want to lose this all, Shima!" I sighed and curl another strand of my hair.

"I think even a blind guy can see that you and Charles are totally into each other! But I get it, the Leclercs are your family too and you’re scared to lose them… although I think even if it would get a bit weird between you and Charles, that wouldn’t change a bit between the families! But yeah I’ll stop pushing!" she replied and I shot her a thankful look through the mirror.

Yeah it was true that I had maybe more than just a little crush on Charles, but losing him over it? Not gonna happen. Our friendship was too important, our families connection too precious to risk it for a crush. I finished up my hair and make up and then went in Charles room to go and get my dress.

At 9 Shima and I walked into the living room and everyone was standing together, Charles is staring at me, then looked at the balloons in the back, I followed his look and then I saw the beautiful cake shaped like an ‘18’ on the table.

"You didn’t thought I would let you celebrate your birthday without a cake?" Pascale said and I hugged her.

"Thank you! It looks soooo good!" I replied and looked at the cake.

Everyone congratulated me again and then we took some pictures all together and some of me with my cake, when it was time for me to blow out the candles.

"Don’t forget to make a wish!" Shima said and I nodded thinking about it for a second and then blowing out the candles.

We all had a slice of cake as Pierre announced that our car arrived, I grabbed my purse and jacket from Charles room together with Shima. As we walked back I heard the dads talk to the boys.

"… Charles, look out for the girls! Take care of them!" Hervé said and Charles nodded.

"Don’t worry! I will take care of them!" he said and turned around "Let’s go!"

"Fucking hell, Pierre! This is amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screamed as we walked through the doors of the buzzing night club.

"Only the best for your birthday! Oh and in case you wondered why you have to wear this bracelets… that means we’re VIPs. Drinks for free!" he shouted and we made wide eyes "I’d say let’s get this party started! Off to the bar and then to our table!"

And so the night began…

"Come on! One more round of shots!" Pierre said and left the table, Charles rolling his eyes.

"Lizzie, you will regret it in the morning! And these two will regret it too!" Charles said to me and looked then over to Shima and Daniel who were both leaning their head back against the wall, eyes closed, half asleep.

"But it’s my birthday, Charlie! Don’t you want me to be happy?" I slurred and pout at him.

"Ma belle, I want you to have the best birthday ever, but also I don’t want you to feel horrible in the morning!" he said quietly as he leaned down to my ear to not shout over the music of the club. I looked up and smiled at him, as Pierre came back with a round of shots for everyone, Charles sighes and chuckled "Last round!"

Shima and Daniel sat up and grabbed a shot each, we jugged the liquor down and I stuck my tongue out.

"Ughh it tastes horrible!" I said and Charles laughed.

"So? Ready to go home? That was enough, no?" Charles asked us and I shrugged, Daniel and Shima nodded in agreement. Pierre was gone and Charles looked around “I swear, one day I’ll kill Pierre! Where is he now again?! Let’s go outside and I try to call him!”

We got up from the table and made our way trough the club, outside I took a sharp breath, it was cold and Charles helped me in my jacket. Daniel and Shima walked to the side where it was quieter and sat down on a little wall, both leaning on each other closing their eyes. Charles pulled out his phone and called Pierre, I stood next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

"Pierre? Where are you? We’re outside! No! No more shots! Get out, we’re leaving! Pierre don’t make me come and get you! Pierre! What? No! No one wants a tattoo! Get your ass out here!" Charles talked in fast French and I only understood half of it, Charles discussed some more with Pierre before he hung up.

"I want a tattoo." I murmured and Charles stiffened "What was Pierre saying?"

"I said there is a tattoo artist inside, doing tattoos for free! If someone wants one! Man, Red Bull parties are wild!" Pierre walked up to us, more stumbled.

"I want a tattoo!" I repeated and Charles shook his head "Why are you shaking your head? I’m 18! I can get a tattoo if I want one!"

"Lizzie, you’re wasted! You’re in no place to make such decision!" he answered "Let’s go home! If you still want one when you sober, you can do it!"

"No! I want one! Now! Pierre, let’s go!" I said and took a step towards Pierre who was leaning against a pole, eyes closed.

Charles grabbed my hand.

"I’m not letting you do this! Lizzie, please!" getting frustrated with my stubborn and drunk self.

"Charles let me go!!! I always wanted a tattoo!" I hiss and he pulled me into him.

"Then you still want it when you’re sober! Come one! You know that this is a bad idea! You’re not that stupid!" he was annoyed and I pushed away from him.

"Not that stupid? Do you say I’m stupid?" I slurred.

"Right now? Yes, yes you are acting stupid!"

"I hate you!" I fumed.

"Nope, you love me." he stated, rolling his eyes.

"Ok, I do. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t hate you!" I stomped my feet out of frustration.

"You can hate me as much as you want, but I’m not letting you do that! I’ll call a cab and we’re heading home! If you want a tattoo in the morning and you have the ok from your parents we can do it, I’ll even pay it! But for now, we’re fucking leaving!" he looked at me and I slowly nodded "Good! Your dad would kill me if I let you do that, you know? You don’t want that, do you?" I sighed and shook my head "Oh, he really has a death wish! Where the fuck is he now!" Charles looked around, Pierre gone. Shima and Daniel both close to falling off the wall into the flower pit behind.

"I’ll search Pierre, you take care of these two, don’t let them hurt themself!" I said giggling and walked towards the club, Charles looked hesitant for a moment but then went straight to Shima and Daniel.

"He is going to kill me!" I said as I downed another shot grinning at Pierre who then took my hand and led me to the little quiet corner with the tattoo artist.

"First, it’s my turn!" Pierre laughed and I nodded.

"What can I get on your skin, darling" the tattoo artist asked in a strong British accent.

"Oh, uhm, well something small?" I said and he laughed.

"Love, I’m only doing minimalist tattoos tonight, so the regret won’t be to big. So you’re good! But what motive? Stars? Heart? A little quote?"

"No, I have something else in mind." I answered and the tattoo artist looked at me, waiting for my idea.

Charles’ POV:

The moment they stumbled out of the club, I just knew what happened. I could see it in her face. A shy and hesitant smile on her lips, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, head hung a little.

“Hey Charlie, I found Pierre. Took some time to convince him to leave…” she began and Pierre laughed, they definitely had drunk some more.

“But here I am and I have your girl with me! Let’s go!” Pierre slurred and Lizzie lets out a little giggle. My girl…

“The taxi’s here. Come on!” I said and held my hand out for her to take and she does, her hand is warm and soft and as soon as we all sat in the car and the driver starts driving, she squeezed my hand three times, then leaned her head on my shoulder. I looked down at her and smiled.

“So, what did you get?” I whispered and tucked a loose strand of hair, that fell in her face, behind her ear, she blushed and looked up

“How did you know?” she asked curiously and I rolled my eyes.

“Ma belle, how long do I know you now? So?” I replied and she giggled again, the sound that made my heart skip a beat every goddamn time.

“I’ll show you at home!” she whispered before she yawned.

“Alright, close your eyes now.” I cooed and she cuddled into my side.

The next minutes of the ride were quiet, soft snores from Pierre, quiet laughter from the back from Daniel and Shima.

“Stop laughing! It’s not funny! I think I have to throw up! Seriously Daniel! I think we need to stop!” Shima’s panicked voice alarmed me although my German is way to bad to understand what she said.

Daniel turned to me.

“She has to throw up, we need to stop!” he said and I turn to the driver and tell him to stop, Shima and Daniel got out and walked to some bushes.

“She’s not getting back in my taxi! If she throws up, the smell will stay for days!” the driver said loud and Lizzie woke up.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Here.” I said, shoved him some money bills in his hand and gently nudged Lizzie.

“Pretty girl, we need to get out.” I said and she rubbed her eyes and looked around.

I shook Pierre and he woke up with a loud groan.

“Come on, we need to get out!” I said and he grumbled something before he got out.

“Thank you and good night!” Lizzie said in her best French she could muster in her state and smiled at the driver.

As we climbed out I started laughing.

“You do realise he kicked us out?” I asked Lizzie and she blinked.

“He did what? Why?” she looked at me confused and I turned her to Shima and Daniel next to some bushes.

“And I was nice to him and said good bye!”

“In such a cute French! He probably regrets kicking us out!” I laughed and she looked around “Don’t worry, only 3 streets away from home, we’ll be in bed in no time!”

“Alright guys, listen, we need to be quiet! Daniel you help Shima, don’t look at me like that, you’re swerving! Pierre you hold on to me and Lizzie, you too. And stop giggling! God, why are you so loud!?” I opened the door to our flat and used the flashlight app on my phone to light us our path to my room. I don’t know how we managed to get into my room without any big noises, but as soon as I closed my door I took a deep breath and lean against it. I turned around and Pierre already stripped out of most of his clothes, now only in his boxers, he stumbled to the air mattress and plopped down on it. Then he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head and started to snore, great one less to take care off. Daniel sat down on the pull out sofa and got rid of his button down shirt, threw it on his bag and pulled a shirt over his head. Then he shrugged out of his jeans and climbed into the bed under the blanket, he gave me a thumbs up and I laughed quietly. Lizzie sat on my bed, looking at Shima who pulled a large shirt over her head, wriggled around with her arms inside and seconds later her dress dropped to the floor and she picked it up, next up she puts on sweatpants and sat down next to Daniel, who stared at her fascinated just like me, she pulled some face wipes out of her bag and starts wiping off her make up, she realised our stares.

“What? I’m almost sober, throwing up helps.” she said and I nodded.

“Ma belle? Where’s your stuff?” I turned to her but she just shrugged her shoulders.

“Dunno? Why?” she asked and looked first at me and Daniel then Shima, who already laid down next to Daniel and fell asleep.

“We’re going to bed now? It’s almost 4 in the morning?” I laughed and she shook her head and got up on the bed “Lizzie what are you doing? Get down!”

“I’m not tired! Come one Charlie! Let’s dance!” she giggled and jumped up and down.

“Lizzie, please stop! Before you fall off and…” I started and took a step closer as she lost her balance and fell of the bed right into my arms and together we fell straight to the floor “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” I looked at her and she shook her head.

“I’m dizzy, I think the alcohol wants to come back, or maybe if I dance a bit it goes back down? Come on Charlie, dance with me!” she laughed and I helped her up, I sent Daniel a helpless look who just laughed, then he shook his head.

“Before sunrise, she’s your best friend!” he stated and turned around, pulling the blanket over his head.

“Charlie? I think I have to throw up!” Lizzie mumbled and looked at me.

I groaned, packed some clothes from my drawer and ushered her in the bathroom, where she knelt down in front of the toilet. I sat next to her, grabbed her hairs in a makeshift ponytail and one second later the alcohol made its reappearance.

“I’m sorry Charlie, I’m a mess…” she sniffled after a while as she looked up, her eyes bloodshot. I got up and wet one washing cloth with warm water and one with cold water, then filled up a cup, good thing mum always kept spare ones in the guest bathroom. I sat back down again next to Lizzie and handed her the cup of water.

“Here, rinse.” I said gently and she did. I flushed the toilet again, closed the lid and pulled her to her feet, then gently pushed her to sit on the toilet. I knelt in front of her, put the cold cloth in the back of her neck and began to wipe down her face with the warm one. She smiled at me and it’s that smile again, that always made my insides flutter like crazy.

“You’re a good friend, Charlie. The best ever.” she whispered and I smiled.

“Yeah, ma belle, you too! And I’m sorry for not writing it in my post earlier… but you are also the prettiest girl.” I said and she blushed.

“Stop, I just threw up I don’t know how many times in front of you, I can only imagine how pretty I look…” she snorted and I laughed.

She always looked pretty, it doesn’t matter what she’s doing, I thought to myself and threw the cloth in the laundry basket.

“Here, I brought some clothes.” I said and hand her the pile of clothes that I got out of her and my drawer. She ignored her clothes and grabbed one of my t-shirts, I then got up and turned around while she changed, but in one of the small mirrors on a shelf I saw how she slipped out of her dress, a bandage around her left elbow, I turned around immediately and she puts my t-shirt in front of her.

“Charlie!” she squeaked and I blushed and turned around again.

“Shit! Sorry! I just… I just looked up at the shelf and there is a mirror and I wanted to look away but then I saw the bandage… and then I… oh god.” I stuttered and she laughed.

“Oh yeah, that’s the tattoo.” she sayid quietly “You can turn around and have a look, Im supposed to take it off as soon as I’m at home anyways.”

I took a deep breath and turn around, she was wearing the t-shirt now that was long enough to cover her until mid thigh.

“Here, look.” she whispered and I took a closer look, as I saw it I smiled “And? Do you like it?” she looked at me nervously.

“I love it.” I said and she smiled from ear to ear “But your dad is going to kill me. So come on, let’s go to bed, I need to be in good shape to fight his wrath off.” I took off my shirt, replaced it with a clean one, changed into sweatpants and we made our way to the bed and lay down. After a minute of silence Lizzie turned around and snuggled into my arm.

“Charlie?” she whispered and I turned my head slightly “Thank you for the best birthday a girl could ask for.”

“Everything for you, ma belle.” I whispered back and gave her a kiss on the crown of her head “Now sleep.” before the words are out she was already fast asleep. And I tried not to think about what Juergen would do to me when he’s going to see her tattoo.

"Yup, I get it Mum, you’re mad, but for the love of god, stop stirring your coffee that loud!" I groaned and Mum sent me a death glare.

"Why is Mum mad?" Dad walked in together with Hervé and Charles next to me stiffened "What did you do?" Charles paled.

Shima and Daniel both made themselves busy with their food on their plates, Pierre grinned like crazy, Pascale looked sympathetically at me and Mum just scoffed.

"Why don’t you show him!" she said and Charles grip on his mug got even tighter, he swallowed hard as I showed Dad and Hervé my arm, Hervés eyes widened, Dad showed no reaction at all.

"I said look out for her and don’t let her do crazy things!" Hervé said to Charles in French.

"I swear I tried to stop her, Juergen! Really! But she tricked me! She and Pierre tricked me! I’m so sorry! Please believe me!" Charles rambled but Dad only shrugged his shoulders.

"It’s alright Charles, I know her now for some time and if she wants something, no one can stop her, you should know that by now, too." Dad laughed and I looked at him surprised.

"You’re not mad?" I asked and he shook his head.

"My little owl, I could never stop you from doing what you really wanted, so by now, I just accept it. At least it looks nice."

Charles let out a deep breath and we started laughing.

This was indeed my best birthday.

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