#Don Hume x OFC

[sassyandclassy94]

Well That Was Unexpected…

Don Hume x Original Female Character

Part 2 of “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed”

Summary: Don’s first kiss. That’s it. That’s the summary

Word count: 6,618 (ALAS AND SORROW OF THE WORLD! It’s a LITTLE shorter than I had originally planed)

Rating: Teen and up

Author’s note: Hey, Siri! Play “Speechless” and “Stronger” and blare it from the mountaintops!

Tags: @solo-pitstop-vibes @fentybucky @i-am-a-lost-girl16 and @groovin2beats because I wouldn’t be writing this series if it weren’t for y’all’s support 🫶🏻

Part One

“You seeing Kate again tonight?” Bobby asked Don after crew practice.

A smile teased at the corner of Don’s mouth at the mention of his ‘lady-of-interest’, Kate Barlowe. “Yeah,” he nodded.

“You two have been spending an awful lot of time together lately.” He smirked and delivered a side-eye as he followed his boys to the showers.

Don simply blew off his comment and continued on his way. Bobby was right though; he and Kate had been spending a good amount of time together since their first date a couple of months ago. And he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every evening that he’d spent with her; with each outing leaving him feeling more and more attached. So much in fact, that he was seriously considering asking her to be his steady girl on their next date. Which was tonight.

“Have you kissed her yet?” Bobby asked in a lower tone that was almost a whisper when they got to the showers.

Don looked down at the floor and blushed before shaking his head.

“What?!” he almost exclaimed. “You two have been going out for what? Four and a half months now and you haven’t kissed her yet??” His eyes were wide as he looked at his friend in disbelief.

“No…” he shook his head again slowly.

Bobby shook his head. “I cannot figure you out, Don.”

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Harmony

Summary: Keep your friends closer and your exes closer

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Choose Your Own Era, Established Don/OFC, Past Joe/OFC, Friends to Lovers, Exes to Lovers, Threesome (F/M/M), Switch Don

Words: 3001

A/N: for @crushribbons !!! ily!!!

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They’ve been dating for six months when it happens.

With her arm hooked in Don’s, they walk down the street, a pleasant warm evening with just the slightest breeze. She chatters on and on while Don nods along, a small smile on his face.

That’s when Joe appears from around the corner, whistling with his hands in his pockets. She and Don freeze but while her stomach turns cartwheels, she has no idea why Don has turned to stone.

“Joe,” Don greets his friend after he collects himself and she notes how Joe’s eyes light up.

“Donny, funny seeing you round here,” he jokes as he gives Don’s arm a friendly slap.

Joe then turns to her, his stare soft and fond. “And hello to you too.”

She blushes, accepts the kiss Joe places on the back of her offering hand.

Joe is quick to turn back to Don, already deep into rowing talk and she listens. The two bounce off each other, a natural ease as Don chimes in when Joe takes a breath. They laugh and joke, unaware of the world around them.

She likes this side of Don, when his walls come down. So often he carries the weight of the world, finds comfort in his own mind. Not that this is a terrible thing. But to see him smile with Joe, there’s a beauty to this friendship.

“Well I better not spoil your evening,” Joe looks at her. “I’ll see you around.”

Her heart thumps in her chest and she curses inside her head. Those damn blue eyes still have her in a chokehold.

“Everything okay?” Don asks as they continue on their walk.

She didn’t realize how quiet she had become and she shakes her head in apology. “I’m alright. Honest,” she smiles at Don.

Worry still knits his brow, but he doesn’t push. Always so considerate Don is that the next words spill out of her mouth.

“Joe and I used to date.”

“Oh?” Don’s voice rises in surprise.

She dares to look into his eyes and almost wants to laugh. Don doesn’t seem at all jealous. Instead, there is a curiosity swimming in the hazel hues that look down at her.

“He’s a friend,” she reassures. “We ended on a good note.”

Don hums, nods. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.”

“You’ve thought about his dating life?” She teases with a poke to Don’s side.

“Not really,” Don’s face has gone red.

He looks down at his shoes and guilt settles in her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she tucks close to Don. “I promise you don’t need to worry. I’m happy with you. Very happy.”

“I’m not worried,” Don stops and faces her.

He cups her face with one hand, pulls her into a tender kiss. Her heart melts and she falls easily into the embrace. When they part, it’s Don who chases after as if he never wants the kiss to end.

With a small laugh she tugs his hand and they hurry along to make the most of the night.

~

Don is an attentive lover. If only his boys knew just how much, she’s sure they’d be blushing messes.

Like she is now, arching off the bed when Don licks a broad stripe up her clit. He slips a finger inside her and she gasps. Yet the first thing she sees when she closes her eyes is shining blue staring down at her. Screwing her eyes shut even more, she focuses back on Don, his curling tongue, the added finger scissoring her open.

“Don,” she stutters out. Another name almost left her lips and she holds a hand over her mouth.

Better safe than sorry.

Don keeps going with his ministrations, tongue flicking, fingers pumping as the heat coils low in her stomach. She trembles, her thighs threatening to clamp around Don’s head.

“I’m close,” she dares to speak and Don pulls back, lips shining with her slick.

He kisses her then and she moans, savoring the taste of the two of them mingling together. Don is swift to put on the condom, to line himself up. She sinks into the mattress, biting her lip as Don pushes in.

He’s bigger than Joe and this thought does little to relax her. Don runs a hand along her side, gently cups one of her breasts.

“Darling,” he pulls her from her mind and her eyes snap open.

Don’s stare is intense, his mouth just slightly open as he pushes in all the way. Her hands scramble up Don’s arms, urges him to come closer. With a groan, Don drapes himself over her, pulls her into his arms. He starts slow and soft, letting her body get used to the intrusion.

He’s so warm, safe, and she moans with the drag of his cock inside her. When she clenches, she catches Don’s breath hitching and does it again and again.

Don is quiet, so unlike Joe’s constant run of compliments and she can’t decide which she prefers. With a huff, she tries to stop comparing the two men, guides one of Don’s hands to her clit.

With an understanding nod, Don rubs his fingers on the sensitive nub, speeds up his thrusts. She hopes coming will clear her mind and she repeats Don’s name, begging, pleading.

When her orgasm crashes into her, her mind goes blank and she cries out. Don’s hips stutter as he finishes soon after, all but collapsing on top of her. Their breaths mingle in the silent room and then Don pulls out, braces his hands on either side of her head.

“You said Joe’s name.”

Her stomach drops, eyes go wide and she freezes. She waits for the berating, the inevitable break up but instead the corner of Don’s mouth quirks.

“Is he better in bed?”

She whines, covers her face with her hands. “Don’t tease me, Don.”

“Not teasing,” Don pulls her hands down. He sits next to her, tugs her close to him. “I mean, Joe is handsome,” Don mumbles.

Taken aback, she stares at Don, eyebrows furrowing. Don’s face has turned red and he looks everywhere but at her.

“Don,” she tests the waters. “Have you thought about Joe?”

Don doesn’t answer, shifts to move off the bed.

“Oh no, you don’t,” she wraps her arms around his waist and puts all her weight into holding him still. “I want an honest answer, Don.”

“Why?” Don’s voice is small.

Don is perched on the edge of the bed now and she sits up, hugging him around the shoulders.

“Well,” she takes a breath.

This idea has just popped into her mind. It’s ridiculous, it must be, but the what-ifs bounce around, refuse to leave her alone.

“What if I want a night with both of you? At the same time?”

Don’s head whips to her and she curls into herself. She’s in hot water now, but the words are out, never to be taken back.

“Do you think he’d want to?”

Her eyes are about to burst out of her head and instead she laughs. She kisses Don on the cheek, relief flooding through her. At this, Don smiles, turns to kiss her on the lips.

“You know,” she starts as Don pulls her into his lap. “Joe would always talk about this strong silent brown haired man on his rowing team. If I had known it was you, I would’ve gotten you two in bed sooner.”

“Oh, Christ,” Don groans but the smile remains on his face.

A new kind of excitement jolts through her. She’s had her fair share of adventures but not like this. Not something so intimate and vulnerable.

Her mind races as Don cleans the two of them up, carries her to the bathroom. When Don looks at her, her smiles turn shy and she can’t help the little bit of doubt in the back of her mind. But when Don tucks her hair behind her ear, places a soft kiss on her cheek, she lets out her first relieved breath.

Soon, the tub is filled with steaming water and Don helps her in before joining her. She lays back against his chest, his legs tangle with hers and they get to talking. Figuring out just how they’ll ask Joe, their escape route if he yells at them.

At the very least, it’ll be something to laugh at, and hopefully Joe will remain their friend at the end of the day.

~

Joe blinks at the two of them.

Regret sneaks into her mind and she can see Don shrink in the corner of her eye.

“When?” Joe asks at last.

She perks up at this and Don dares to look at Joe.

“Whenever?” She squeaks out.

She’s still in shock that Joe has agreed and wrings her hands in her lap at her sudden eagerness.

“Like now?”

The three look between each other, and all it takes is a nod from Don before they’re scrambling to the bedroom. How perfect this is all working out, from inviting Joe to dinner and now into the bedroom. It must be a dream.

Joe pulls her into his arms first, kisses her neck. “Missed you, baby,” he murmurs into her skin.

“Yeah?” She teases.

Don’s hands on her hips ground her and she reaches her arm behind to tug Don down to the other side of her neck.

“You been treating her alright, Don?”

“You tell me,” Don retorts with a grin.

“Boys,” she chastises with friendly slaps. “Unless you two are planning to kiss and make up.”

Joe shrugs before pulling Don into an open mouthed kiss. Don’s knees buckle and she’s not surprised. Joe did always have a way of stealing her breath away.

She sneaks out from between them, watches the two as she strips down. Don isn’t the most competitive person but seeing him with Joe, it’s as if he’s determined to show her who the better kisser is.

He grips onto Joe’s collar, grinds their hips together. Joe bites Don’s lip and already works at his belt buckle. She’d be content to just watch the two but the men have other ideas. They break apart with heaving breaths and Joe goes to her first. He sits her down on the bed, pushes her legs apart. Diving into her heat, Joe licks and sucks at her clit and she braces her hands behind her on the bed.

Joe’s tongue moves just as fast as his rambling mouth and she curls her fingers into the sheets. He wants to wring her dry, but she doesn’t want to tap out so soon. The bed dips behind her and she tilts her head back, meeting Don in a soft kiss. He holds her against his chest, his clothes long gone as takes her breasts into his hands. Don squeezes and pinches her nipples all while trailing kisses along her jaw and neck.

“Want you,” she gasps. “Want both of you so bad.”

Joe raises his eyebrows, slows his tongue to teasing, little licks and she has half a mind to kick him in the head. Her flash of frustration makes Joe grin and he kisses the inside of her thigh.

“How do you want us?”

Any way possible, she thinks, but curiosity has grabbed her and she caresses Joe’s face while tracing her fingers along Don’s arm.

“You haven’t had Don yet. Why not give him a try?” She glances up at Don. His eyes dart around, a nervous lick to his lips. “I want you in me, darling,”

She kisses his jaw and Don lets out a shuddered breath. The two men look at each other before sharing an intense stare and she moves to lay down on the bed.

“I, uh, I‘ve never been with a man,” Joe admits as he crawls up.

He can look at her just fine, but he seems to avoid Don’s gaze.

“I’ll show you,” Don’s voice is quiet, an eager edge laced in his words.

Don pulls Joe into another kiss, helps him out of the last of his clothes. When Joe is finally bare, Don grabs the condoms and Vaseline, setting them down between her legs.

While Don coats Joe’s fingers, she takes a small amount of Vaseline and rubs her clit in slow circles as she watches. Joe’s hand hesitates as Don tugs him to his hole, their knees knocking before the two slot together. They bite back their gasps when their cocks touch and Don guides Joe to push a finger inside of him.

“Slow,” Don instructs Joe. “I’ll let you know when you can add another finger.”

Joe nods, his other hand on Don’s hip as he pushes the finger in at an agonizing pace. She knows Don doesn’t need it that gentle, but it’s sweet to see Don take his time with Joe. Don relaxes with the intrusion, runs a hand along her leg and grips the back of Joe’s neck with the other.

When Don tells Joe to add more, she slides two fingers into herself, mimicking Joe’s steady movements. Don’s body shakes, he holds onto her and moans to let Joe know just how good it feels.

She can see Don clench around Joe’s fingers and she grins. It’s her turn to tell Joe what to do.

“Joe,” she calls out.

Joe has never turned faster and Don’s eyes shine with excitement.

“Three fingers. Hard.”

Joe exchanges a glance with Don. A single nod is all it takes and Joe does as she says. Don’s moan echoes in the room, his fingers digging into her thigh.

Swearing, Joe bears his fingers down and Don lets out a near sob, his hands grabbing for Joe, grabbing for her.

“Come here, baby,” she pulls her hand away from herself, holds out her arms.

Releasing Don, Joe helps him over to her, a pitiful crawl on his hands and knees until he is hovering above her.

“You’re going to feel so good,” she says as she cups Don’s face. “You’re going to be a good boy for both of us.”

Don moans at this, nods his head fervently. Once the condom is on, he sinks into her, a harsh breath leaving him once fully inside. He buries his face into her neck and she hugs him around the shoulders. Grinning at Joe, she coaxes him forward with a finger and he lines himself up with Don.

Don bites down on the crook of her neck as Joe pushes in, a low groan leaving him.

“Christ, Don, you’re so tight.”

Joe’s calloused hands hold Don’s hips in place and Don lets out a small whimper as Joe settles into him.

“You can do this, Donny,” she smiles. “Show me what you can do.”

With shaking arms, Don holds himself up just enough so they can kiss. He moves his hips, shallow, tentative until Joe’s impatience takes over. He thrusts into Don, pushing him impossibly deeper into her.

Her scream is captured in Don’s mouth and he swallows her sounds, pulls away as his own moans escape from him. Their rhythm is off at first, Joe going faster than Don can, but with her hips meeting Don’s, they soon find their pace.

Joe slamming into Don sends shockwaves up her spine, her hole spasming around Don’s cock. Between his whimpers and moans, Don is on pure instinct, too far gone to sense anything else. He’s not going to last long at this rate and she reaches down to rub her clit. She wants to come with them, needs to see Don and Joe succumb to their pleasure.

“Feel so good, Donny,” Joe rambles. “God, I should’ve taken you the first day I saw you.”

The words are all too familiar to her and she can’t help the smile that spreads on her face. Joe is a hopeless romantic to the end.

Don’s cries swap between her name and Joe’s, his thrusts just going along with Joe’s. Even like this though, Don fills her up, his cock sliding in and out of her as if this is all Don is meant to do.

“Come on, baby,” she breathes. “You’re doing so well.”

Don whines, his hips stutter and he slams into her once more before he finishes.

“Shit, shit, Don,” Joe’s thrusts are relenting. “Gonna come. Gonna fill you up.”

When Joe fucks into Don, pulling out more moans from him, his body against hers is all it takes. She comes with a bitten down scream and it mixes with Joe’s heady groan.

The room is filled with each of them trying to catch their breath, the question of what happens next. It’s so loud and incredibly quiet, her mind spins.

“Goddamn, Don,” Joe murmurs as he pulls out.

Don collapses on top of her but the weight is nothing more than a secure warmth blanketing her.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” She muses as she caresses Don’s head.

Something unintelligible comes out of Don as he slowly rolls off of her. Joe comes to his side, tucks himself along Don while she props herself up on an elbow.

“Already falling asleep on us?” Joe teases. “What’s happened to our infamous stroke?”

Don gives a shrug while his eyes remain closed. The faintest hint of a smile graces his face and she grins.

“Don’t worry,” she tells Joe. “He’ll be the first one up tomorrow with breakfast made.”

“Truly a gentleman. I’m glad you found him,” Joe lays an arm across Don’s waist.

“Me too,” she curls into Don and then to her surprise, she tangles her hand with Joe’s. “I’m glad you found us.”

A silent conversation lingers in the air, a future that perhaps isn’t so impossible. Joe melds well into the life she and Don have created, she knows from the past. She can see what’s happened on this night.

Falling asleep to Don’s breathing is easy and with Joe settling in with the two of them, tomorrow brings a new beginning.

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Sneak Peek at “He’s Progressed and She’s Impressed” Part Two

Their date was a simple location: the piano hall on the UW campus. It wasn’t fancy by any means, but it was warm and dry, and didn’t cost money. It was also a plus that no one seemed to care that he was sneaking a non-college girl onto the campus. Perhaps people just assumed? Who knows. Either way, Don was more than happy to get away with it.

They set up their little picnic stuff in a corner, laying everything out on the blanket before beginning to eat. Don was quiet during then; trying to calm his nerves and force food down his throat while he listened to Kate and Shorty (Shorty acted as their chaperone this night because both Joe and Bobby had prior engagements) chat back and forth. In a few minutes Shorty stuffed his last bite of food into his mouth and took a final swig of his soda before standing up from the blanket.

“If you two’ll excuse me, I need to visit the bathroom; I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said after starting to walk off. He stopped and turned back to face Kate and Don. “Play something for her, Hume.” He gestured to the piano and, before turning and heading off in the other direction again, he added, “Behave!”

Kate grinned while Don shook his head slowly. “The fact that he is warning us to behave is downright ironic.”