#Golf Sunglasses for Small Faces

[dustydaddyyy]

sweetheart | joel miller x fem! reader

pairing: joel miller x fem! reader

summary: you're home from college for summer '99 to visit your parents, when your eye wanders upon their next-door neighbor, joel miller.

a/n: basically just porn with some plot that started at 2k and ended up becoming 13k. enjoy these 13k of unhinged depravity :)

warnings: (18+) SMUT (extended warning are under the cut), age gap (reader is 22, Joel is 32), swearing, mentions and consumption of alcohol, use of petnames (mostly sweetheart and one darling), probably inaccurate descriptions of the southern US, reader's mom is kind of annoying, reader kind of seduces joel (ish), neighbor!joel (is this a warning?) single dad! joel (what about this one?), reader babysits Sarah a few times

extended warnings: smut, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (pls in the name of the lord practice safe sex people), some (relatively tame) dry humping, couch sex, definitely some praise kink (we're moving on), for sure some soft!dom!joel, but also a pinch of dom!reader (👀), a lil cockwarming, maybe like a bit of a breeding kink if you really, really squint and i think that's it! please let me know if i've missed any. no use of y/n in this fic.

"Is this really how you're going to be spending your entire holiday?"

You bite back a groan as you look at your mom from where you'd been laying down on the lounge chair in the garden, book dropping from in front of your face so you can peer at her from behind your sunglasses.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask her, and she shrugs as she continues to water her rhododendrons.

"You've been home a week now," she tells you pointedly, "And you've sat more in that chair than I have all year,"

"I'm on break," you say matter of factly, "That's kind of the point," Your mum lets out a hum as she continues watering her flowers, which you ignore as you bring your book back up in front of your face. 

It's hot out in the Texas sun, almost too hot, but having come from the constant cold and rain in Seattle, you find yourself not caring too much as you bask in the sunlight. You're not wearing much, dressed only in a bikini top and pair of old shorts, that are maybe a touch too snug, but survived your parents' move from Galveston. They'd moved to Austin at the end of last summer for your father's new job. You hadn't been to the new house over Christmas, your parents having come up to visit Seattle for the holidays, instead. Austin and Galveston weren't such different cities, it was all still Texas, but the one thing you found yourself desperately missing, especially now in the heat, was the ocean.

Somewhere in one of the neighbouring gardens, the sound of a lawnmower being turned on fills the air. You ignore it, putting down your book for a second instead and watching as your mother shuffles over to the flowers lining the wooden fence which separates your neighbour's garden from yours.

"I'm getting a drink," you declare, swinging your legs over the side of the sun lounger, "Can I get you anything, Mom?"

"I'm alright," your mom says with a wave of your hand, and you nod, before turning on your heel and going inside to get your drink, pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head. The house is delightfully cool as you open the screen door. On your way to the kitchen you pass the living room, finding your dad passed out on the couch, fan on full blast and TV displaying the U.S. Golf Open.

You bite back a chuckle as you step into the kitchen, filling up a glass of water before chugging it down, wiping the rest off your chin, before filling it up again. You spend a couple of minutes leaning against your counter taking small sips, before your ears perk up at the sound of your mom's voice from the garden. It's faint, like she's talking to someone, and you frown slightly as you think about who she could be talking to, considering your dad is in no state to have conversation with anybody, right now. 

You shrug it off, taking a few more sips before you go back through the house the way you came, your mother's voice becoming clearer as her laugh floats through the screen door. The sun bears down on your face once more as you step back into the garden, your eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright light as you close the screen door behind you.

"–there you are, peanut! I was just telling Joel about you, come and say hi. . ."

"Goody," you mutter to yourself as the screen door clicks shut.

"­–you remember I told you about Joel, don't you, honey? He lives next door with his daughter, Sarah,"

You bite back a sigh, before plastering a smile over your face as you turn to the garden to meet another undoubtedly middle-aged, pot-bellied man.

Either way, you're not expecting the man standing by the wooden fence; he's pretty young, maybe early thirties, with dark, scruffy hair and an equally half-kept scruffy beard and mustache. He's a handsome man, with dark, warm eyes that scan your face and an angular jaw and nose.

"Sure, I remember" you let out, smiling at him sweetly, "Pleased to meet you,"

"Hello," he returns your greeting with a slight nod, and his voice is deep and gravelly, tinged with that telltale Texan accent, "Nice to finally meet you, your mom sure does talk about you a lot,"

You give him a dry, sarcastic smile, raising your brows slightly. "She sure does like to talk,"

Joel lets out a chuckling breath, corners of his mouth twitching in amusement as your Mom rolls her eyes.

"Always so dry, that one," she comments, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you sit back down on the sun lounger.

"Your mom said you were home from college for the summer. . . How long you visiting for?" Joel says with a clear of his throat.

You go to open your mouth as Joel waits patiently for your answer, but your mom beats you to it. "Until about mid-August. . . good to have her home, she hadn't been down here at the new house since we moved, you see. . ."

Joel's gaze lingers on you for a second before his eyes turn back to your mother, whose animated conversation you tune out, as you pull your sunglasses back down onto your nose, and pick your book back up, stretching your bare legs over the lounger. 

Your mind is anywhere but the book, however, and you make sure to hold it at such an angle that you can still peer over the spine, eyes shamelessly rolling over Joel's form from behind your sunglasses. He's wearing an old, dark green t-shirt that's covered in white paint splatters and looks like it's several sizes too small, but you don't find yourself complaining as your eyes linger over the bulge of his biceps under the shirt, broad chest stretching out the faded logo on the front. Your eyes travel down his torso to the shorts he's wearing, and you're pretty grateful for your sunglasses because you find your gaze lingering down from his belt to his zipper, material bulging slightly outwards­–

"­–Peanut can do it, can't you darling? She's real good with kids,"

Your mom's voice startles you out of your philandering thoughts, and eyes, and you pretend to look up from your book, heart skipping in your chest for a second as the idea that you'd just been checking out your parents' ridiculously attractive neighbor .

"Huh?" you let out, rather dumbly, lowering the book, and your mom makes an impatient noise.

"Joel's sitter called in sick and we've gotta be at the Council meeting after dinner," she explains, "You can watch Sarah for a couple of hours, can't you?"

"Uh–" you struggle to find your words for a second as Joel looks at you, before he puts up his hand in a reassuring gesture.

"Don't worry," he ensures you, shaking his head, "I ain't going to interrupt your evening plans, they don't need me at the council meeting, anyway–"

"Plans!" your mom says through a surprised chuckle, shaking her head "She doesn't have any, don't you worry," 

"Thanks, mom," you grumble under your breath, and again you watch as the corners of Joel's mouth twitch in held back amusement at your comment, before you clear your throat and nod, offering him a tentative smile, "Sure, I'm happy to help,"

"You sure?" he asks, and you nod, "It's just a couple hours, I'll be back before ten,"

"No worries, I can do that. . . uh–. . . how old is Sarah?" you ask, cringing slightly at the fact that you don't know, but Joel doesn't seem offended.

"She's eight," he informs you, and you nod again, "But don't worry, it won't be much work. . . she usually only stays up a couple of hours after dinner and then crashes,"

"Yeah, no problem," you reassure him, smiling slightly, and Joel gives you a grateful look. 

"Perfect! She'll be over after dinner, then," your mom beams, and he nods, clearing his throat.

"Thanks a lot, you're doing me a real favor," he comments, but something in Joel's tone tells you he would've rather stayed home with his daughter than attended a 3-hour long community council meeting chaired mostly by the middle-aged ladies of the neighborhood,

"No worries," you tell him with another sweet smile, and Joel's eyes linger on your face for a second, before he clears his throat, wiping his hands on his shorts and looking back at your mom. "Right. . . gotta get back to this lawn, but I'll see you both later, then,"

"See you later, Joel," your mom beams, and you give one more saccharine 'bye' in his direction before he disappears back into his garden. The minute she hears the lawn mower turn back on, your Mum comes to sit on the edge of your sun lounger.

"He's nice, isn't he?" she says, and you give an affirmative hum as you continue reading, "Handsome, too. . .been living out here 5 years,"

"Interesting," you say, and your voice sounds far from interested, but your mom doesn't pay it any attention as she continues.

"No wife, though. . . Betty said he's just raising Sarah on his own, has been his whole life. . . she thinks the wife ran away, or something, one of these nutjobs that abandons their own child–"

"Mom," you interrupt, putting your book down as you tip your glasses down your nose and give her a look, "You shouldn't be gossiping about this,"

You mom looks guilty for a second, before she purses her lips haughtily, getting back to her feet. "You're right, I suppose. . . well, either way, we gotta do what we can to help him out, don't we? Can't imagine it's easy being a single parent,"

"I'm sure it isn't," you comment, before you close your book with a small smack, deciding that reading in the vicinity of your mother is going to be impossible, "I'm gonna head back in. . . grab a shower, before dinner,"

"Sure, peanut," your mom says with a nod, before she redirects herself back to pruning the rosebush.

You make your way back inside the house, past your dad in the living room and up the carpeted stairs to your bedroom. It's not decorated exactly the way your old one in Galveston used to be, but it still has your old bed and dresser, and your mom has hung a couple of paintings you did when you were in middle school on the walls. You drop your book on the dresser, letting out a sigh as you walk over to the window to open it and let some air in.

Your room is on the left side of the house, closest to the neighbor's garden, and as your fingers grip the edge of the window to pull it up, they stall as your eye falls on Joel as he mows his lawn. Your eyes widen slightly as you see that Joel's isn't wearing the olive-green shirt anymore, having instead discarded it in a heap on one of his faded deck chairs, leaving him in nothing but those shorts. You watch as the sun glistens on his sweat-drenched skin, accentuating every contour of the muscular physique that had been hidden away by his t-shirt earlier.His strong arms flexing as he grips the lawnmower's handle, his movements deliberate and confident. The rhythmic sound of the engine fills the air, blending with the gentle breeze and the sounds of the kids three houses up playing in their pool. He moves with a surprising grace, a sensuality even in such a mundane task as his forehead creases with effort and focus.

You're almost mesmerised as you lean in closer, breath fogging against the glass of your window. He stops for a second, hand coming up to wipe some sweat from his brow, and in that split second he looks up, hand shielding his eyes from the sunlight, almost directly at you. You fumble slightly with the windowsill, eyes quickly moving away as you push the window up and open, pretending not to see him and fussing with your curtains, instead. Your eyes move back down for a split second, heart pounding in your chest at the idea he may have caught you staring at him, but Joel is already focusing on his lawn mower again, continuing on his way across his garden. 

"It's open, come on in!" comes a shout from inside the Miller house as you stand in front of their screen door, and you push it open gingerly.

Stepping across the threshold, the first thing that catches your eye is the haphazard mix of shoes strewn under the coat hook, ranging from Size 9 boots crusted with mud to a pair of bright pink trainers with glitter laces. The house isn't much different from yours. The stairs to the second floor are in the same place as your parents to the right of the hallway which you assume continues into the living room and kitchen. The wall is decorated with a mix of children's drawings, a few faded posters and various pictures of Joel and a young girl with curly black hair and a beaming smile.

"Sarah, where's my watch?" Joel's voice echoes from upstairs through the hall, and there's hurried steps on the landing upstairs, "I told you to stop playing with that thing!"

"I didn't take it. . . It's in your dresser drawer," comes another voice, a young girl's, from upstairs. There's the sound of thundering steps as someone hurries down the stairs, and you look up from where you'd been taking off your shoes to be faced with the young girl from the photos. She's older, but the smile is unmistakable as she stops three steps short of the ground, grinning brightly at you.

"Hi!" she lets out, and you give her a cautious smile.

"Hey there," you return, trying to keep your tone from being awkward, "I live next door,"

"Dad told me," she says with a nod, "He's almost ready, he gets really scatterbrained when he's in a hurry is all,"

"It's no problem. . . so do I," you say with a chuckle, and her smile widens as she contemplates you.

"You're really pretty," Sarah blurts suddenly, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Sarah," comes Joel's voice from the top of the stairs before you can open your mouth and respond, "That doesn't sound like it's any of your business, now does it?"

Joel cleans up nice. Gone are the faded t-shirt and frayed shorts, and they've been replaced with a pair of dark jeans and a plaid blue short-sleeved button down, albeit still wrinkled in some places. His hair still looks damp, and either Joel forgot to run a comb through it or he just doesn't care enough, because his curls are an unruly mess on his head, but it suits him. He's fastening a watch on his wrist as he comes down, and it takes a decent amount of willpower not to let your eyes run across the length of his muscular arm as it flexes with effort.

"It's alright, Mr. Miller, I don't mind," you say with a slight laugh as Joel hurries down the stairs, Sarah jumping the last few steps ahead of him. At your use of his last name, his head snaps up suddenly, eyes boring into yours.

"Joel," he corrects almost immediately, his voice soft but with a sharp undertone, before he grimaces, "Please. . . Mr. Miller makes me feel. . . old,"

"You are old," Sarah teases, before she turns back to you, "So do you?"

"Have a boyfriend?" you ask her, and she sighs, rolling her eyes.

"Duh,"

"I don't right now, no," you say, chuckling slightly.

"Oh," Sarah sounds put out, her eyebrows knitting into a frown, "Why not?"

Joel lets out a tutting sound as he stops a few steps away from you, slipping his feet into a pair of shoes hastily.

"Sarah, enough," he chides her, giving his daughter a look, "Go and do something else rather than harass your babysitter,"

"I'm eight," she grumbles, "Don't even need a babysitter. . . you're just grouchy because you have to go to the community meeting and hang around all the old biddies,"

"Sa-rah," Joel hisses pointedly at his daughter, giving her a glare, but you laugh, shaking your head.

"I don't blame him, I'm not a huge fan of the old biddies myself," you tell Sarah jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at her, "Besides, a handsome man like your dad? I'm sure they stick to him like flies in a honey trap,"

Sarah lets out a giggle, her nose scrunching. "Oh, they love him,"

"Okay, alright," Joel says with a roll of his eyes as he grabs his keys off the small table in the entrance hall, "You're both being very funny. . . Sarah, why don't you go do the dishes in the sink you were supposed to do half an hour ago instead of standing here talking smack,"

You chuckle slightly as Sarah giggles again, before she darts off down the hallway to what you assume in the kitchen.

"Right, okay. . . she's had dinner already, there's some ravioli in the fridge if you get hungry, there's beer if you want–" Joel stops midway through his sentence, his brows knitting together as he regards you, "Hold on, can you even have beer?"

"I'm twenty-two, Joel," you say with a half-sarcastic, half-reassuring smile, nodding, "I can have beer,"

Joel's face doesn't change for a split-second as he seems to process this, before mouth opens into a nervous chuckle as he stuffs his keys in his back pocket. "Right, makes sense, sorry. . . uh–. . . that's it, right? My number's on the landline speed dial if anything happens, and I'll be home before 10,"

"Got it," you say with a nod, "Enjoy what I'm sure will be an absolutely riveting meeting about the neighborhood lawn maintenance standards,"

Joel grimaces, before chuckling dryly. "I'm sure I won't,"

You give a giggle as he steps towards the screen door, opening it up.

"See you later," he says, and you nod. 

"Bye," you say in a honeyed tone, and you watch him walk down the walkway towards his truck. Your eyes follow him as he gets in the car, feeling something pool in your lower belly just at the sight of him. Then, Sarah's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"You coming?"

Turns out, Joel's babysitter ends up being sick for a lot longer than he'd anticipated, which means you end up spending a lot more of your days and evenings in the Miller household than you anticipated doing this summer.

It does nothing but encourage your growing attraction to Joel, like adding kindling to an ever-growing fire with every second you spend in his presence, and after two weeks of babysitting Sarah a few nights and a few afternoons, you feel yourself start to get bolder.

You're braver with your touches, the occasional light brush of your fingers against his arm becoming more deliberate, hands lingering during a conversation or shared moment of laughter. You've noticed that Joel reacts to you, as well, albeit in a much more restrained way, but it does nothing to deter you.If anything, his restraint only encourages you to push further, a little more each time. It's like a challenge, and shit, do you enjoy a challenge.

It's Wednesday evening, and you're in the entrance house of the Miller house again, kicking off your shoes as you hear Joel move around upstairs.

"Hello!" you shout into the house, and almost immediately you hear Sarah's footsteps race through the corridor, before she comes tearing around the corner. When she catches sight of you, more specifically what you're wearing, she lets loose a screech of excitement.

"You look so good!" she lets out in a squeal, her feet stomping on the spot as she looks at you, "He isn’t going to know what to do with himself,”

“Yes, thank you, if you could keep your voice down about it that would be great,” you tell her as you take off your coat, giving her a look, and she giggles. 

“He’s too busy running around the house getting ready to eavesdrop,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “When are you going to meet him?” 

“Don’t know yet,” you return in a mockery of her dreamy tone, before rolling your eyes, “I’m here watching you first, he’ll come pick me up after,”

Sarah’s eyes shine with excitement. “You mean I get to see him?” 

“You better be in bed snoring when that happens missy,” you tell her, your hands coming to your hips as you give her a stern look. 

“Who better be in bed when what happens?” comes Joel’s voice as he appears at the top of the stairs, before hurrying down like he always does. This time, however, as he’s fastening his watch strap, his eyes momentarily move expectantly onto Sarah. 

“Nothing, Dad,” Sarah lies surprisingly well, “Just that I’d better be in bed by the time you get home,” 

“Which won’t be very late, by the way, probably around te–” Joel’s voice stalls in his throat as his gaze falls on you, and his eyebrows fly up his forehead, “What are you all dolled up for?”

He’s not wrong that you’d gotten dolled up for the evening, but it wasn’t for babysitting; you were having drinks with someone you knew through a friend later, after babysitting. 

“It’s part of my very elaborate plan to seduce you,” you say simply, shrugging innocently but corners of your mouth pulled into the beginnings of a smile. 

There’s a split second of silence where Joel’s eyes widen slightly, before Sarah bursts into laughter, and a full smile starts spreading over your features. 

“Well I gotta say you’re failing pretty desperately, then,” Joel counters, and Sarah breaks into another round of laughter as your jaw falls open in shock and almost theoretical offense.

“You jacka–” you stop yourself, suddenly very aware of Sarah’s younger ears as you hold in your swear, pressing your lips together into a grudging smile, and it makes Joel chuckle slightly as he gets to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Careful. . . little ears are listening,” he says the last part in an airy voice as he passes you by, and you scoff, shaking your head. 

“Sarah, please go away so I can call your dad a name,” you tell her after a second of silence, and Joel lets out a sound of protest as he puts on his shoes, Sarah laughing again before she dutifully turns on her heel and runs back down the hall. 

When she’s gone, you turn to Joel, leaning slightly towards him to ensure he hears you. 

“Jack–ass,” you enunciate, and he nods with a smirk. 

“You started it,” 

“Sarah told me you have a date,” you say, smiling, “You sure it’s only going to be 10?” 

“Once again, my eight-year-old shares my business with the entire world,” 

“I’m not the entire world, I’m me,” you chime in, and Joel snorts. 

“It’s not that kind of date,” 

“Oh,” you let out, making a small grimace of disappointment, “Boring,” 

“Thanks,” Joel says with a dry smile, and you make another face, this one apologetic. 

"How do I look?" he asks you, holding his arms out semi-nervously, and you bite back a smile.

"Very pretty," you say half-seriously, and he rolls his eyes at you.

"You're funny," he tells you, pointing a finger at you and shaking his head, "Alright, I think I'm off then,"

With that, Joel goes to turn on his heel, but suddenly he feels your fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling gently.

"Joel, wait," you let out through a breathy laugh, taking a few steps forward so you're standing in front of him suddenly, your fingers releasing his wrist. Joel goes stiff, but you don't notice as you bring your hands up, one falling on his shoulder gently and the other moving towards his face, before he feels your thumb swipe over the edge of his jaw, "You've got­ shaving cream–. . . there you go,"

Joel's eyes watch your face as you chuckle slightly, before you tut as your eyes fall to his shirt, corners on your mouth twitching upwards into the beginning of a smile.

"–and your collar's crooked," you say, your hands moving to straighten out the lapels of his shirt, letting out a chuckle, your voice a little lower and a little deeper than Joel's ever noticed before, ". . jesus Joel,"

When you're satisfied with the correct shape of his shirt collar, your eyes move from his jaw to find him staring down at you. You're suddenly very aware of Joel; how close he's standing, the way his eyes are trained on yours, lingering, the way he smells. He smells really good, a mix of sandalwood aftershave and ––

You can't help yourself as you sniff the air, before your eyebrows crease slightly, eyes full of sudden question. "Do. . . do you smell like strawberry?"

You watch as Joel's cheeks color a slight pink, lips pursing with an expression as if he's been made, "I ran out of shower gel. . . had to use Sarah's,"

Your lips press together and Joel can tell you're trying desperately not to smile, but he can see the laughter in your eyes as you look up at him, twinkling with amusement.

"Very manly," you manage to bring out, giving him a teasingly reassuring smile, and for the first time that evening Joel's shoulders deflate of tension as he lets out a laughing scoff, shaking his head and looking away, smirk growing on his lips as he hears you start to laugh.

"You are a mean woman, you know that?" he tells you, and for the first time, you hear something in Joel's tone, something. . . friendlier. It’s teasing, almost flirty.  

"I was joking," you let out with a chuckle on your own as he turns back to laugh at you, raising a single eyebrow as his eyes meet yours.

"Didn't sound like you were joking, sweetheart," he says, and you feel something in your stomach at the sound of the nickname rolling over his lips. 

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” you tell him, sarcastically, and when you find yourself looking into his eyes a split second longer than you should, you swallow, pulling your hands away from his face, and taking a step back. 

"Thanks," he says, clearing his throat as he steps towards the screen door.

"Anytime," you say, giving him a smooth, playful smile, covering up the moment of tension that passed between you just now, "You look great, Joel. . . she's a lucky woman,"

He gives a little scoff, raising his brows slightly. "I'll be back by ten,"  

“I believe you,” you tell him sarcastically as he steps over the threshold, “Bye, Joel,”

Joel is late. 

Only by half an hour. You’d already texted the guy you were meeting to tell him it would be later and that you’d keep him in the loop, but that doesn’t stop you making sure all your things are ready to go already an hour before Joel even gets home. It’s 22:34 when his keys sound in the front door, 20 minutes after he’d sent a one-word text that he was on his way back, and you’re sitting on the couch watching a rerun of the Wire. 

You look up as Joel walks in.

“Hi,” you let out in a softer voice as you sit, pulling your denim jacket off the couch armrest, “How was it?” 

You don’t miss the way Joel’s eyes run over the exposed skin of your shoulders and chest in your thin-strapped dress for a small moment before he looks back up at you and gives a nod. 

“Nice,” he tells you, and you nod with a smile, pulling the jacket on and getting up off the couch, “Did Sara behave?” 

“No complaints,” you say with a laugh, “Kid’s an angel,” 

Joel smiles slightly as he nods, before he watches you grab your bag, which had been lying by the couch and sling it over your shoulder, “You headed home?” 

You stifle a small yawn, before smiling with a shake of your head. “No, I’m headed into downtown. . . meeting someone for drinks,” 

“You should’ve told me!” Joel lets out in surprise, eyes widening slightly, and you chuckle softly, waving him off. 

“It’s really fine, he can wait a half hour,” 

“How are you getting downtown? Do you need a ride?” he offers, but you shake your head, before you pull your phone out of your back pocket to look at the plastic display. 

“I’ve got one,” you say, and your voice is almost a little timid, as though being picked up by your date from Joel’s was somehow more embarrassing than at your own house. 

“He picking you up?” Joel asks, and you nod. 

As if on cue, a set of headlights flash through the living room window as a car pulls up on the side of the curb on the opposite side of the street. 

“Do you need me again this week?” you ask, looking back at Joel from where you’d watched the car pull up. Joel shakes his head. 

“Don’t think so,” he comments, before his brow creases for a split second, “But try not to get abducted on your date, I’d like to keep the option open,” 

“I’ll try not to,” you reply through a knowing chuckle, before walking past him towards the front door, hand on the knob. 

“If I suddenly stop answering texts, call the police,” you say half-jokingly, and Joel turns to give you a look and points his finger at you as you open the door. 

“That isn’t funny,” he tells you in a half-serious tone, and you snicker once more before you step over the threshold. 

“Goodnight, Joel,” 

Joel watches you walk down the front path, denim jacket pulled tightly over your shoulders against the evening chill, legs bare under your dress. He watches you get in the car parked on the curb, greeting whoever is driving with the same blinding smile you sometimes give him, and Joel feels something rear up slightly in his chest. It’s like a shock through his body, and he averts his eyes as the car drives off, shuffling back into his living room with a mild frown on his face as he pulls out his mobile. It's a cheap, battered Nokia model that Joel doesn't use enough to replace.

You’ve barely turned the curb when your own phone buzzes, and you pull it out of the pocket of your jacket. 

from: joel. 10:39 PM  

pls call if getting murdered 

You can’t stop the slight chuckle that falls over your lips, and it makes the guy driving you look over, giving a tentative grin. “What’s funny?” 

“Sorry,” you say, shaking your head with a smile as you type a reply, “Just something stupid,” 

to: joel 10:40 PM

i’ll try my best

You don't see Joel for the rest of the week, which is really only a few days if you think about it.

You hear his truck, the sound of his deep voice floating through the Miller's open back doors and windows as he hollers through the house for Sarah or Tommy, you can even hear them come up their front driveway if you're in the living room, but you don't see him.

You haven't seen Joel, and yet you think you're going a little crazy, because you're still thinking about him.   

You don't know what's consuming you, but every time you hear him around the neighborhood, your thoughts redirect to him, to your interactions. . . and then your mind starts to wander. . . you think about how his hands might feel running over your body, gripping the dips of your hips, how it would feel to kiss him, trace your lips over the curves of the muscles in his chest–

"Kiddo, you still with me?"

Your dad's voice interrupts your train of thought, and your mind returns to the present situation, which is you putting the plates your dad is handing you in the dishwasher.

"Hm?" you return, and your Dad chuckles.

"What's got you so deep in thought, hm? You've been absent all day,"

You give a shrug, taking the plate he's handing you and leaning over to slot it into the dishwasher. "It's nothing Dad. . . just thinking about my book,"

"Since when is book code for boys?" your dad chuckles, and your eyes widen as you look at him, thinking you've been made.

But how the hell could he know what you'd been thinking?

"What?" you bring out, and your dad smiles knowingly.

"You've been like this ever since you went out for those drinks," he tells you, raising an eyebrow, "You may be older, but you're still my little girl. . . I can read you like a book,"

You make a note of how happy you are that your dad can't actually read your thoughts like a book, because you're pretty sure if he could he'd be shipping you off to a convent right about now.

You give a small smile. "You got me,"

You figure it's easier to explain you've been thinking about some guy you'd had three drinks with and never plan on calling again instead of confessing to your dad that last night you'd had the possibly dirtiest dream about the very man he likes to invite over for monthly poker nights.

"You seein’ him again tonight?" your dad asks, and you shake your head with a chuckle.

"No," you say pointedly, "Tonight it's just me and some friends,"

"Alright," your dad says with a nonchalant raise of his hands, before your eyes fall on the clock hanging on the wall.

"I should be going soon, actually," you say, and your dad nods, "Laura said she'd be by around eight thirty–"

At that precise moment, you hear a honking noise from the street, and as you peer through the window, you see Laura's fern green Toyota Corolla parked on the curb in front of your house. 

"That's my cue," you say with a smile, before grabbing your purse from the dining table and leaning in to kiss your dad on the cheek, "See you later, dad,"

"Have fun honey," your dad says, and as you walk to the door of the kitchen, he adds, "If you need a ride home, call me, alright?"

"I will," you holler over your shoulder, before you step through the corridor and swing the door open.

It's somewhere after 8:30 PM, and the sun has only just started setting in the sky. It's mid-July, so it's still warm out, but you find that the evening heat and humidity is a little less oppressive than during the day. Nevertheless, you're not wearing anything but the silk slip dress you'd had on all day, deciding not to bring a cardigan at the last minute, guessing you’d be fine.

Laura honks again as you step out of the door, and as you make your way towards her car, she leans out the driver's seat and whistles. "Well hello there, hot stuff!"

You let out a laugh, shaking your head and your cheeks burning slightly as you wave her off. You'd met Laura at college in Seattle; you'd been in the same statistics class, and it had been pure chance when you'd become friends after you'd pointed out her Texas Longhorns shirt, which had led to you telling her your parents had just moved to Austin from Galveston, which happened to be where Laura was from.

"Shut up," you tell her jokingly as you pull open the car door, before getting in, "How are you doing?"

Laura is a short girl, with fair, freckle dotted skin and hair the color of rust. Her usual chartreuse green eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, and she gives you a smirk as she tilts her head down, giving you a look over them.

"All good here, doll," she says, before pushing her sunglasses up her forehead into her hair, "How was your day?"

"Good," you say with a nod, before you watch as Laura's eyes shift to something over your shoulder, eyebrows creeping up her forehead.

"Is that your neighbor?" she asks, and you turn in your seat to look at where she's staring, "You never told me he looked like that!"

True enough, Joel is standing in his driveway talking to Tommy, who's leaning out of the window of his truck, cigarette between his lips. He's wearing those same ratty beige shorts you've come to know so well, and a grimy grey t-shirt covered in black grease marks, undoubtedly from working in the garage all day. He still looks good, despite the sweat and the grime, shirt hugging his biceps and chest in just the right way and hair mussed on his head.

"It's criminal," you mutter, and Laura laughs, before you watch as the Miller's front door flies open and Sarah bounds down the path, purple backpack slung over shoulder.

"That his daughter? The one you babysit?" Laura asks, and you hum in agreement, "Jesus. . .who knew they made daddies so yummy, these days,"

"Maybe we shouldn't be staring," you realize suddenly, very aware of the fact that Joel could move his head any minute and spot you ogling him. He's probably already noticed you when Laura had honked at you from the front door.

"Hey, it is my human right to stare at your hot neighbor," Laura defends, before giving you a look, "You tried anything with him yet?"

"Laura!" you let out, trying to act as though you hadn't been flirting with Joel for the better part of two weeks, but she doesn't buy your tone, and lets out a full laugh.

"I knew it!" she says, shaking her head again with a smirk, "I can't blame you, doll. . .anything?"

"No," you say pointedly, "I mean, maybe. . . probably not,"

At that precise moment, you hear a call of your name, and your eyes widen to watch Sarah giving you an enthusiastic wave from where she's half-way into the passenger seat of Tommy's truck. You try not to look too guilty as you wave back at her, eyes shifting to Joel for a second only to find him looking at you with a half-amused smile. Laura gives another short honk and waves herself as your eyes shift quickly back to Sarah, before chuckling to herself, polite smile plastered on her face, "He's looking at you,"

"Drive, please," you mutter back through your smile, and she snorts as you turn back to her.

"You ready to have some fun?" she asks, wiggling her eyebrows, and you giggle, humming.

"As long as it involves a significant amount of drinking, I'm happy," you tell her, and she laughs loudly.

"Trust me," Laura says with a chuckle, before turning back to front and shifting the gear, foot stepping on the gas, "I know just the place,"

To give Laura credit, the bar is fun.

It isn't too busy, nor too empty, and the music is good, at just the right volume to have a conversation without having to yell.

You're about three beers in, one of which was paid for by one of the two guys that had sidled up to you and Laura about half an hour ago. They were cute enough, and Laura seemed pretty taken with the one she was talking with, but your conversation was not nearly as riveting and you quickly felt your mind drifting.

Joel had been floating through your thoughts for the past few days, and seeing him earlier had lit something electric in you; he seemed to occupy your brain like a parasite, thoughts never straying far from his face, his lips, his arms–

Joel (?!)

You feel something like a jolt pass through you as your eyes register his familiar face, and you blink a few times to assure yourself it's him. But he is there, it isn't a figment of your imagination, he's standing on the other end of the bar by one of the tall tables, and he's looking at you.

You feel your cheeks start to burn as a bashful smile overtakes your features, and you look away from him with laughter in your eyes as you turn back to the guy talking sitting opposite you.

"I'll be right back," you tell him, your smile changing slightly but your voice staying honeyed and soft, "I'm getting another beer,"

"Okay," he says, looking almost a little relieved, and you bite back a smile at the fact that the poor dude is probably just as bored as you are wing manning his friend, and jumping at a chance to disrupt the semi-awkward silence.

You get up from your seat, grabbing your almost empty glass and making a beeline for the bar. From the corner of your eyes, you think you see Joel moving as well, but you don't look his way as you give the bartender a smile, setting your glass down.

"Can I have another, please?" you ask him, and he nods as he takes your empty glass from you.

Then, to your left, someone clears their throat, and you turn to find Joel standing there, giving an amused smile.

"Hello," he tells you with a chuckle, and you press your lips together in a bashful smile as you nod.

"Hi, Joel," you tell him, chuckling slightly, "Long time no see,"

"I know," Joel muses, setting his own glass down, "Was wondering when I'd run into you like this,"

When, not if.

"Didn't think you were much of a bar person," you comment, and Joel's brows raise slightly.

"You makin' assumptions?" he asks you, and you shrug, making a joking grimace.

"Just sayin', Joel," you reply, and the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into the beginning of a smirk. 

Your conversation interrupts for a second as the barman sets down your drink, and you pay for it. Then, you turn to Joel, beer in hand.

“Well, I'm going to enjoy my beer, which I can have," you say, your tone a joking reference to earlier.

"Yeah, yeah. . . what gets me is that you only think you've been made now," Joel says with a subtle raise of his brow.

"Oh?" you let out, and the corners of Joel's mouth twitch upwards into that smirk again.

"Sweetheart, I've been watching you all evening,"

Oh.

The moments his words reach your ears you feel something sending a small shockwave through your system, and your thighs involuntarily clench, which you try to cover it up with a small scoff.

"Guess I'm not as subtle as I initially thought," you mutter, and Joel lets loose a soft chuckle as he shakes his head.

"I've seen you throw back like 4 beers already, aren't you starting to feel it a little?" he jokes, and you scoff.

"This is my fourth, so no,” you say pointedly, before you press your lips together in a second of silence, "Okay I may be starting to feel it,"

"Alright," he says with a laugh and a raise of his eyebrows, before he finishes the beer at the bottom of his glass, setting it down on the bar next to you when he's done.

"You let me know when you want to go home," he informs you, and your brow creases into a frown as you stand up a little straighter.

"What?” you ask him, and Joel gives you a look, "Joel, no–. . . I'm a big girl. I came here on my own just fine, I can find my way home,"

"I'd still feel better if it were me taking you home," Joel replies in a tone that makes it clear he isn’t going to argue about it, and you suppress a sigh as you feel a shiver run down the back of your neck at his words.

Christ, this man had you in his grip. 

"This is sort of ridiculous. . . I'm an adult, you know," you tell him eventually, and he gives you a dry smile.

"Indulge me, sweetheart,"

He's been a lot more liberal with the nickname lately than you think he's ever been, and it does something to you; every time it falls over his lips, your heart skips and your breath falters, leaving you scrambling to act completely normal about it.

"Fine," you give in, shaking your head with an eye roll, before you push off of the bar, your fourth drink in hand, "But I wouldn't wait around, Joel,"

Joel does wait around, and rightly so, because after another two hours, you've had enough.

You're not quite drunk, but you find that the alcohol you have drunk is not combining well with the exhaustion of a bad nights' sleep. Laura's been talking to the same guy who'd been by your table for about two hours, and even though his friend had tried chatting you up again, you'd been too distracted by Joel standing on the other side of the bar to be even remotely interested in what he was saying. Finally, you decide to bite the bullet.

"I'm sorry," you tell the guy with a small smile, before putting a hand on Laura's arm, who is deep in conversation with the other guy, "I think I'm headed home,"

"You all right?" she asks immediately, and you nod with a small smile.

"Yeah, just exhausted. . . lack of sleep catching up to me a little," you tell her, and she nods.

"Alright, I'll take you home," she says with a nod, reaching for her purse but you shake your head, giving her arm a squeeze.

"No, no! You stay here and have fun. . . Joel offered me a ride home," you tell her, and you watch as she bites back a smile, raising an eyebrow as her eyes quickly flick over to the bar to look for him.

"Okay," she says knowingly as she looks back at you, before she tries to cover up her smirk, "Get home safe, doll,"

“You too,” 

You excuse yourself, and spot Joel leaning across the bar slightly, saying something to the bartender over the music, not immediately noticing as you walk to him. He only turns to look at you as he feels your fingers graze his arm lightly to get his attention.

"So," you say, your tone joking, "You still want to get out of here?"

To your surprise, Joel's mouth twitches into an amused smile at the double-entendre, which makes you smile slightly, and nods.

"Sure," he says with a knowing look, before he finishes off the rest of his beer, setting it down and saying goodbye to the bartender. He turns to you, pushing off the bar and motioning wordlessly for you to walk ahead, which you do. As you step through the thinning crowd of people in the bar, you swear you can feel Joel's fingers graze the small of your back, but the minute you notice, they're gone again.

The minute you step outside, you shiver slightly, and Joel frowns at you as you walk towards his car. 

"Didn't you bring a sweater?"

You shake your head. "It wasn't this cold when I left. . . besides, I left my usual cardigan on your couch, I think,"   

Joel had only noticed it the next morning, when he'd been sitting in front of the TV with his coffee and suddenly his nose had filled with the smell of you, which had startled him, until he'd spotted your cream cardigan stuffed unceremoniously in the corner of the couch.

Joel gives a hum as you reach the car, and you waste no time getting in the passenger seat, the car offering little extra warmth. Joel gets in, and for a second there's silence as he fastens his seatbelt and puts the key in the ignition, starting the car.

"Sarah at Tommy's tonight?" you ask him, and he hums as he puts the car in reverse, arm coming against the side of your headrest as he turns to look behind him. You feel something flutter in you as your gaze falls on the side of his face, but his eyes remain focused on behind him, oblivious to his effect on you.

"She's at a sleepover," he tells you, "Tommy just took her there,"

You nod in understanding, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you process this information, and finally Joel turns back to the wheel as he pulls out onto the road, eyes crossing yours furtively.

"Thanks for taking me, by the way," you say, and Joel nods, "Didn't mean to put an end to your night,"

"No problem, sweetheart. . . it was getting kind of stuffy in there, anyway," he tells you, and you chuckle lightly, before you turn to look out of the window.

"Spoken like a true old man," you say, under your breath, but Joel obviously still hears it, because he snorts.

"At least I'm not drunk after 4 beers," he counters, and your head snaps to look at him as you frown jokingly.

"I'm not drunk," you defend, and Joel chuckles.

"Really? Is that why you sat through an hour and a half of almost silence?"

You feel your breath stall in your throat for a second as you register that Joel had been watching you, and at least for the majority of the night for him to know this.

You purse your lips, shaking your head with a grudging smile. "He was boring. . . besides, I didn't do it for me, thank you very much, my friend was having a great time with his buddy!"

Joel nods with a hum. "You’re a good friend, then,”

His tone has a hint of teasing sarcasm to it, and it makes you raise your eyebrows in challenge. 

"Well what about you, then?" you counter, and Joel raises an eyebrow as he glances at you from the road for a second.

"What about me, sweetheart?" he inquires, and you snort, shaking your head as you look out of the window.

"I saw you turn down, like, four women," you say pointedly, before giving a sarcastic chuckle, "Not good enough for you?"

Joel just shrugs. "Nobody special,"

You let out a bark of laughter, looking back at him. "Joel Miller is picky, is he?"

Joel doesn't look at you, but you watch as he pursues his lips, corners of his mouth twitching into a smile as he shakes his head.

"Not picky," he says simply, and his eyes cross yours for another split second, before they go back to the road, "Just had my eye on something better,"

It feels like something kickstarts inside you at his words, and you try your best to keep your smile from growing as your eyes drift back to the road with a hum and a sarcastic nod.

Finally.

In no time, Joel is pulling into your familiar street, and your heart is beating a million miles per hour as he turns into his driveway, headlights illuminating his garage door. Your hands feel sweaty as he switches off the engine, and when the lights die and plunge you back into the darkness of the evening, you start to feel nervous. What if you'd been reading it wrong? What if you were about to try something that would end in a decidedly awkward situation and forever taint your trips home?

You watch as Joel starts to speak, and you panic.

"Do you mind if I come in for a sec?" you ask, and Joel's words die in his throat as you hastily add, "To get my cardigan. . . I kinda need it tomorrow,"

Joel closes his mouth, and you can't quite decipher his expression in the dark of the car, but you hear him let out a measured breath. "Sure,"

Before you know it you're standing on Joel's porch as he unlocks the door, and he motions for you to go first as the door swings inwards. The house is dark but still recognizable, and you don't even think twice as you take off your shoes, not quite decided on whether you do it out of pure habit or because you’re finding an excuse to stay. If Joel notices, he doesn't say anything about it, and as you walk deeper into the hallway, he points at the kitchen.

"Put your cardigan on the kitchen table," he lets you know, "Thought it would remind me to come over and drop it off, but uh–. . .  I ran out of time today,"

"That's okay," you say with a chuckle as you walk in the direction he's pointing, before stepping sideways into the kitchen. As you flick on the light, you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps in the hall before you hear the unmistakable creak of the couch as you assume he sits down, followed by a slight groan.

"You all right?" you call as you locate your cardigan, and you hear him hum.

"Glad to be home," he returns, "That bar gave me a headache,"

You stall in the kitchen door for a second, before you turn back on your heel and reach for a glass in the cabinet, filling it up at the tap with water. You take a deep breath, steeling the nerves bubbling in your stomach as your mind races with the thought of Joel sitting on the couch just past this room, legs undoubtedly spread and back leaning against the couch.

"The bar?" you ask, your voice humorous, "Or the beers?"

"Not usually a drinker," Joel says after a second as you switch off the tap, and make your way out of the kitchen with the glass in hand, your cardigan forgotten in the kitchen, "But Jerry kept buying em', and hell, saying no would just be bad manners, wouldn't it?"

You chuckle as you step past the threshold of the living room. Joel is sitting exactly as you imagined him, except his head is thrown back and his hand is pressed against his forehead as he lets out another heavy breath. You can just about see the rise of his bulge through his jeans when he's sitting like this, and the desire that overcomes you makes the nerves you'd felt earlier in your stomach disappear into a puff of smoke.

"And yet this is your first glass of water…getting behind the wheel after more than 3 beers?" you say in an almost chastising tone as you come around the couch. "How irresponsible of you, Mr. Miller,"

Hook.

From the corner of your eye you notice Joel's thigh clench under his jeans, foot digging into the carpet but not moving from the way he's sitting on the couch as his head moves, hand coming back down to rest on his thigh as his back straightens slightly. His eyes have moved to you, and you can feel them watching you as you put down the glass on the coffee table in front of the couch, standing straight. His gaze tracks you, so that when you're standing, Joel's eyes meet with yours, expression unreadable as you raise your eyebrows expectantly for an answer.

"Don't do that,"

His tone isn't easy to discern; the timber of his voice is a little deeper than it was a second ago, but you can hear the conflict between desire and restraint in his tone, which makes you bite back a smirk.

"Do what?" you return with a shrug, playing dumb, and you swear you see the color of Joel's eyes darken, and he clears his throat, pursing his lips.

"It's playing with fire," he warns you, and you let out a small breath of laughter as you take a step towards him, sitting on the couch, so that his head angles slightly to look at you as you get closer.

"Playing with fire," you muse jokingly, before you bend down ever so slowly, fingers going to close over an empty mug that had been left out on the small table destined for the lamp and remote. You have to bend slightly over Joel to do so, and your knee grazes his as you reach, Joel's eyes leaving your face for a second as they move over the curve of your back, and the rise of your ass, "What does that even mean?"

Line–

"It means you have to behave around me," he tells you, and for a minute you hear his usual stern tone bleed through the low and heavy pitch of his voice.

"I have to behave?" you ask, fingers leaving the mug on the table as your head moves to look at him with a raised eyebrow. Then, you move, leaning slightly over him, and Joel feels your leg move, knee coming to rest on the couch beside his thigh as your eyes never leave his, "I don't have to do anything, Joel. . . 'can do whatever I want,"

With that, you move again, leaning slightly on your knee and putting a gentle hand on Joel's shoulder in order to bring your other leg up onto the couch, so that you're straddling him, thighs over his and hands on his shoulders. It's risky, you know that, and at any moment you're half-expecting Joel to push you off of him, but he doesn't. He stays still, his eyes fixed on you.

"And what is it you want?" Joel asks, and his voice is raspy, almost breathless as he stays stiff beneath you, but you think you feel the tips of his fingers graze over your knee slightly. Your hand moves from his shoulder down his chest, nails digging slightly into the material of his shirt as you drag them down.

"I want you to touch me," you breathe, and your tone teeters on desperate, the pent-up frustration from all of this week coursing through your veins, "Please touch me, Joel,"  

–and sinker.

You can see it in the darkening of his eyes, the clench of his jaw; you know you've got him right where you want him.

"Sweetheart," Joel's voice is low, a barely controlled grumble that comes from deep down in his chest, teetering between warning and wanting as he feels your palm move over his chest lightly, "This is wrong,"

You look at him, eyes low and searching his as your nails dig into the material of his shirt. His words and the tone of his voice fuel a fire in your belly.

"I know," you whisper, and Joel can feel your breath tickle his lips, before you lean forward, lips brushing past his cheek as you lean down to whisper in his ear, "Tell me to stop. . . tell me you don't want me and I'll stop,"

Stop.

Joel wants to say it, but somehow, the words refuse to cross his lips as you take it a step further and rock your hips against him, and then he's had enough. His hands move suddenly, planting themselves on your hips firmly, fingers digging into your exposed skin as he holds you in place, stopping your movements suddenly. You pull back slightly, so that you're looking at him again, and for a second you can read it all in his eyes. They flash between lust and guilt, and for a minute there's nothing but silence filled with Joel's measured breaths.

And then, at last, Joel Miller gives in.

His lips are on yours in a second, hand moving to the back of your head to pull you in, his other arm snaking around your waist as he sits straighter and pulls you flush to him. It makes your hips move against the hardening bulge in his jeans, the sudden movement of your panties against him making you let out a small moan of surprise into his mouth as he pulls you impossibly close. Your sound is swallowed by his mouth, moving with a desperate fervor against yours, taking advantage of the parting of your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth. He practically devours you as his palm covers almost the entirety of your lower back, the heat of his skin seeming to come through your dress. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in the curls of his hair as you try and grab as much of him as you can. 

It's messy, desperate, all clashing tongues and teeth as nearly two weeks' worth of tension comes to a head. You roll your hips again, this time slowly, and as you feel Joel's bulge grow underneath you, he pulls away from your lips to draw in a sharp, throaty breath.

"Fuck," he groans, eyes pressed shut for a second, before he tangles his fingers in your hair and uses them to pull your head back slightly, exposing your neck to him. Joel wastes no time running his lips over the edge of your jaw, kissing down into the crook of your neck and the column of your throat as his hand moves from your back to your shoulder, pulling down the flimsy strap of your dress. His hand moves with it, before tugging on the neckline of your dress. You let loose another moan at the action, his mouth kissing over your collarbone and moving to the side down the top of your now exposed breath.

You let out a strangled moan as Joel's lips close over your nipple, teeth grazing over the tip as he bears down on it, his hand cupping under your breast, fingers kneading into your skin.

"J–Joel," you stutter out as pleasure courses through your chest, your fingers tightening in his hair as his tongue draws illicit shapes over your nipple, before his mouth moves in hastened kisses back across the center of your chest, up your collar bone, until finally you feel his lips brush the bottom of your chin. The grip in your hair loosens, your head angled back down enough for his lips to meet yours in another searing kiss.

It's even more intense than the last, and it steals your breath, every move against his body like a shock, skin igniting with his wandering touches.

You mentally take note of how happy you are that you wore a dress tonight, because there’s nothing more than the thin material of your panties separating you, and you can feel Joel's bulge through his jeans. As Joel kisses you, his mouth slowly tracing kisses back down your jaw line, you reach for the button on his jeans, popping it, before your fingers move to the hem of his shirt. You tug, and Joel pulls away from you for a second to help you pull his shirt over his head, before he's kissing you again, your fingers undoing his fly.

It's one big rush, almost frantic, but for some reason, you can't wait any longer. Your fingers run under the hem of his underwear, while Joel's hand moves down between the two of you. Your body freezes suddenly as you feel the pads of Joel's fingers graze over your entrance. You had been so busy trying to get his pants off you hadn't even noticed him moving your panties to the side, but you can feel him as he pushes the tip of his thick, calloused middle finger inside of you.

You let out a stuttering gasp at the feeling, and you feel Joel smirk against your lips.

"Needy little thing, aren’t ya?" he whispers as he sinks the first knuckle between your folds.

Your only response is a whimpering sound as Joel pushes on, until finally his entire finger is buried in your pussy. Your eyes widen slightly at the feeling as your lips part in a breathy gasp.

"Fuck," you whisper out, and your eyes press shut and hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as your feel Joel's finger curl inside of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

"Feel good, baby?" he asks, his voice deep and velvety, his tone like music to your ears as you feel his other hand press firmly against the small of your back, keeping you close to him.

Joel clearly knows what he's doing, because in a mere manner of minutes he has you keening against him, a combination of expletives and his name falling over your lips in pleasured breaths. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit with every stroke of his finger, and the combination of the friction and the feeling of the pad of his index pushing inside of you as well almost sends you over the edge.

"Ah–. . . oh god, Joel," you stutter out, and you feel him smirk against your skin as he kisses down your neck back towards your breasts, recognizing the way your back stiffens and your thighs clench around his, your hips rolling over his hand desperately as he curls his fingers inside you again, working you open.

"Come on, sweetheart, I got you," he breathes against your chest, trailing your collarbone with his tongue, before his head dips, "Be a good girl and come all over these fingers, hm?"

With that, you feel Joel's mouth close over your nipple again, and your orgasm crashes through you. Joel does nothing to silence your sounds of pleasure as they echo through his living room, eyes pressed shut and brow furrowed as your head tips back slightly. Your chest heaves for breath as pleasure consumes you, your hips stuttering against his hand, and his head moves, eyes watching your face with a victorious expression, enjoying the sight of your blissed-out features. Eventually your moans become pants as your heartbeat starts to slow down, and you feel Joel kiss you again, your mouth opening to let him in willingly as you feel his fingers pull out of you, making you gasp slightly against his lips.

It takes a second for you to catch your breath, but not much longer, the weeks of lingering touches having filled you with so much anticipation neither of you can wait any longer to feel the other. You move off him for a split second to allow him to lift his hips so you can drag the waistline of his jeans down, Joel's lips leaving hungry kisses against yours. Neither of you bother pulling his pants down all the way, and as your hand wraps around the length of him, Joel lets out a stuttered gasp, fingers ghosting over the hem on your panties before moving them to the side again.  

You slowly lower yourself until you feel the tip of him press up against you, before your hips stall at the feeling, your mind seemingly registering only for the first time tonight how big Joel might be. He definitely feels bigger than you'd anticipated, and your hips freeze for a second at the thought. When you look back at Joel, his eyes are already on your face, analyzing every frown, every twitch of your features to gauge a change in your mood.

"You all right there, sweetheart?" he asks you, and his tone is so different from a second ago when he'd been talking you through your climax, so gentle, it throws you a little off guard, "You still want to keep going?"

You feel your chest warm at the question and the feel of his hands placed gently on your hips, dress bunched up to your waist as his hands caress the skin underneath with gentle strokes. A smile creeps up on your lips as you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips.

"Yes," you let out a whisper, before you move your hips down and the head of his cock pushes past your folds.

Your mouth parts as you sink down onto Joel, his fingers digging into your skin as you watch his eyes close and a frown furrow itself deep in his brow. He doesn't push you down, and lets you control the pace as you work yourself down his length, which feels impossibly thick, but you find yourself enjoying the slight burn of stretching around him.

Finally, with a final push down of your hips he's buried to the hilt. The guttural groan Joel lets out, as he throws his head back slightly against the couch, mingles with your own moan as you dig your nails into his shoulders.

"Holy shit," Joel rasps out, "S'tight, baby,"

You just let out a whimpering hum, barely coherent as you feel Joel's hips press against your ass, skin igniting where it touches against his. 

He brings his head back to look at you.You're a sight to behold like this, sitting in his lap, dress hiked up to your hips and flimsy straps halfway down your arm, exposing the tops of your breasts. Your eyes are shut, brow creased in effort and concentration, full lips parted in pleasure.

"There you go," Joel goads as you try and adjust to the feeling of being impossibly full, teeth biting down into your lip, "Knew you could do it,"

"Jesus, fuck, Joel," you stutter out, closing your eyes slightly as you feel him press his forehead against yours, perfectly still as he's buried into you as far as he can go, "You're so deep,"

"I know, sweetheart, I know" he coos, and you feel his hand run soothingly over the skin of your hip, "Is that what you've been thinking about every time you're over here, hm? How deep I'd feel inside of you?"

"Y–ye–. . . oh fuck, yes, Joel," you bring out as his hands gently roll your hips, making you whimper as you throw your head back slightly, eyes pressed shut, "Not just when I'm here. . . been thinking about it all week, Joel,"

"That so?" he hums, and you feel his lips leave open-mouthed kisses down your neck, "You been touching yourself thinking about me?"

The question makes your cheeks burn, and you open your eyes looking down at Joel. His eyes shift to yours as he looks up from where he's kissing your neck, a smirk spreading across his face as he catches sight of your embarrassed expression.

"Don't go shy on me now, baby," he tells you with a deep chuckle, before you feel him move your hips upwards slightly, pulling out halfway and waiting, "Been rather bold, haven't you. . . ? Bein' all flirty, pushin' up against me when you know I can't do anything about it. . . now, answer me,"

"Y­–yes," you bring out, and with that, Joel pushes down on your hips suddenly, burying himself to the hilt once more, eyes never leaving yours. You can't stop the loud, desperate moan that falls over your lips and echoes through the living room as he does, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure courses through your body, and Joel watches with a satisfied smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

"That's bad, sweetheart," he says in a mockingly chastising, shaking his head, "Maybe you don't deserve it, then, hm? Maybe I'll just teach you a lesson instead,"

Joel's head dips again, one hand firmly on your hips, keeping you in place in his lap, the other moving up to cup your breast. His lips close over the sensitive skin of your nipple, you gasp slightly, before a moan builds in your chest. You try to move your hips, desperate to release some of the friction, to feel him thrust into you again, but Joel's hand is like a vice.

"No, baby," he rasps against your skin, before you feel his teeth nip at your nipple slightly, "You sit tight. . . don't get to move yet. . . not until I say so,"

You let out a plaintive whimper as you feel him flex inside of you, your walls fluttering around him desperately in anticipation.

"Fuck, sweetheart, you're squeezing me so tight," he groans, but still he doesn't move his hips, or let you move yours, lips resuming the onslaught on your breasts.

"Joel," you let out in a whine, and you feel him smirk against your skin.

"What is it darlin'?" he asks you, fingers digging into the skin of your hip, "Want me to move, hm? Why don't you beg for it?" 

Joel watches as your eyes open, and you use your hand, tangling it in his hair to move him off your breasts, angling his head slightly upwards, looking down into his eyes.

"I don't beg," you tell him, your voice hinting at authoritative, and you can see in his eyes that Joel likes that you're challenging him.

You feel his hand move from your chest down between you again, and you can't stop the sudden gasp that escapes you as you feel the pad of his thumb press down on your clit, rolling over it slowly.

"You do now," Joel says, raising a single eyebrow as he smirks at you, your eyes widening at the feeling of his finger drawing steady circles over your sensitive bud.

Fuck this, you think to yourself. You need Joel to move.

"P–please," you stutter out as Joel's finger speeds up, and his chest rumbles as he chuckles deeply.

"Please what, sweetheart?" Joel hums, and you give him a look, eyes flashing with slight frustration at his insistence, which makes him smirk wider, eyes knowing as he waits for you.

"Please move, Joel," you let out in a breath, "Please just fuck me,"

"Atta girl," he says finally, and then, Joel releases his grip on your hips.

It isn't gentle, and it isn't slow; your hips stutter, and he thrusts up to meet them as he pulls you down on him over and over again at a fast pace. Your brow creases as your eyes shut, arms wrapped around Joel's shoulders as you push yourself up and down his cock desperately, the feeling of him filling you repeatedly almost too good for words. Joel isn't holding back anymore, either, and both of his hands are on your hips, pulling you down onto him just as hard and as desperate as your own movements.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you let out in small breaths, "God, Joel,"  

The noises Joel is making under you are downright sinful. Deep throaty grunts with every thrust, like music to your ears, as his arms wrap tightly around your waist, keeping you close to him as you move in a rhythm.

"Shit, baby. . . that's right," he mutters, before moving one of his hands to run over your cheek, fingers burying into the hair at the nape of your neck, face so close to yours he's practically grunting into your mouth, "Feels so fucking good. . . pussy s'made for me,"

"It's all for you, Joel," you bring out between moans as he pushes up into you, "Fuck, oh god,"

The feeling of Joel is beyond words; you feel every vein, every ridge as he slides in and out of you, tip repeatedly hitting a spot deep inside you, that makes your vision spotty. You're almost ashamed to say it doesn't take long before you feel yourself getting close, and when Joel's thumb presses over your clit again, rolling in slow circles, you find yourself tipping over the edge again.

"That's right," Joel whispers against your lips and you moan into his mouth, legs shaking from your orgasm.

You know he isn't far behind you, either, by the way his thrusts are caught between speeding up and slowing down. His breath becomes shallower as his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist. As your walls flutter around him, you lean down, lips grazing from the corner of his mouth across his jaw and towards his ear.

"Come on, baby," you let out, your tone between breathy and sultry as you use the nickname he'd been using all night on you, "Want to feel you coming inside me, Joel,"

"Fuck, yeah?" Joel groans as he hears you let out another moan in his ear, your orgasm only just subsiding, "Fuck, shit. . . I'm coming,"

Your name falls over Joel's lips in a faltering breath as his hips stutter. His brow creases suddenly as his eyes press shut, before he buries his mouth against your shoulder, teeth nudging against your skin. His arms tightens around your naked chest as you feel him twitch against you, Joel's hips suddenly pressing against you so desperately he nudges something inside you that makes you whimper.

"Fuck–ah!" Joel lets out, followed by a whimpering groan against your ear as his teeth sink further into your shoulder, "Shit. . . sweetheart, ooh, fuck!"

He comes hard inside of you, no sounds filling your ears but his blissed out, whimpering moans for a second, which gradually turn into pants as his forehead comes down to rest on your shoulder, his breath against your skin.

Trying to compose yourself, you take your own regular breaths as your heart rate slows down. 

"Jesus," Joel whispers to himself as he looks up from your shoulder. Then he's facing you again, looking into your eyes as you chuckle slightly, still trying to catch your own breath.

"Good enough for you?" you joke as you raise an eyebrow, and Joel gives you a look, before his forehead falls against yours. 

"Sweetheart," he grumbles jokingly, his arms tightening around you as his eyes close and he lets out a contented breath, "I'm going to need you to do that like, 10 more times,"

You can't stop the small laugh that crosses your lips as you lean forwards and kiss him. When you pull away, you trap Joel's bottom lip between your teeth, which makes him groan deep in his chest as you pull away with a smirk pulling at the corners of your mouth.

"I think I can do that," 

writing this took it out of me, so reactions are sooo appreciated and feedback is more than welcome ღ k

a special shoutout is owed to @cutetomholland for her incredible help proofreading, so say thank you otherwise ya'll would be reading some straight shit teehee

[evansbby]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: noncon, dubcon, heavy misogyny, daddy!kink, smutt in public (kind of), 18+ minors dni.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve takes his omega to her first pool party.

“Hey, baby. Look at this!”

Steve takes off into a run before canon-balling into the pool, making the water splash everywhere in the process. But he surfaces with a grin, flipping his hair off his forehead. His light blonde tufts look dark brown from the water, and the sun radiates against the droplets on his pale face, making him shimmer like a diamond. You can hear a bunch of people – including Natasha – complain because the splash from his jump has completely soaked them, but all Steve does is flip them off before shooting you a smug smile.

“Wow.” You say as you walk up to the edge of the pool. “That was really cool.”

Before Steve can answer, you see someone whizz past you from your peripheral. A moment later, there’s another gigantic splash as Ransom canon-balls in next to Steve, and you yelp as the water hits you. The brunette alpha surfaces with a grin that rivals Steve’s in smugness, with the latter looking on sourly as you clap politely at Ransom’s jump.

“That wasn’t nearly as impressive as mine.” Steve scoffs, eying you warningly. You immediately stop clapping. “And you splashed water all over my girlfriend, you fucking asshole.”

“It’s a pool party, Steve. God forbid she gets a bit of water on her.” Ransom rolls his eyes as he climbs out of the pool and flips Steve off before shooting you a smile which you don’t dare return.

The two of you are at Steve’s friend Ransom’s house. Or rather, in his backyard where a pool party is in full swing. It’s a particularly hot day and everyone’s either sunbathing or swimming or licking snow-cones made from Ransom’s “state of the art snow-cone machine.” (That was the first thing the brunette alpha had shown you and Steve when the two of you had arrived. He’d bought it especially for today).

“I mean, Ransom’s pool is alright.” Steve had told you earlier when the two of you were changing in the pool-house. “But you’d think it’s an Olympic size pool from the way he shows off about it. Baby, wait till you see the pool at my house, it’s twice the size of this one.”

You had nodded, although the idea of someone even owning a swimming pool of their very own – big or small – was so completely unfathomable to you. But everyone who was here today hadn’t even blinked an eye at all the luxuries this mansion had to offer. From the huge hallways and sparkling marble floors to the gigantic backyard which resembled more of a golf course. Not to mention the pool-house alone was twice the size of your house back home!

“This place is like a castle.” You had breathed, sliding your fingers over the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the pool-house, watching the party in full swing outside. Thor was handing out cans of beer, Natasha by his side in a pretty red bikini that made her body look incredible. Ransom and Andy were making snow-cones, and Sam and Bucky looked to be organising a game of pool volleyball. There was a net set up in the water, and it looked like they were arguing about picking teams.

You could also see a bunch of girls settled on the side of the pool, in pretty bikinis and stylish sunglasses. You recognised a few of them from campus, and that made you gulp. What if Steve left you to hang out with his friends? You pray these girls are nice and you’ll fit in.

Steve had snorted, coming up behind you with his hand on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. “This place is not like a castle, omega. I can show you castles; you just wait till you see my house.” He had kissed down the nape of your neck, the feel of his lips making you sigh until he pulls away and frowns, tugging at your shirt. “Take this off. It’s a pool party, remember?”

He takes it off for you, licking his lips when he sees what’s underneath. He had bought the bikini for you a few days ago. It was white with baby pink strings tying the thong and also going around your neck. Steve had said it was extremely sexy and cute, but you felt vulnerable as ever and paranoid every time he’d finger the strings – like he was doing now. You’d double-tied them tightly, but all he had to do was tug at them and they’d come loose.

Steve had barely given you enough time to put your flip-flops on, as well as your cute flowery cover-up, before he’d dragged you outside to the party.

Which is where you are currently, and you can’t help but smile softly down at Steve, who looks extremely proud of the cannonball he’s just performed. He swims over to where you’re standing, reaching up to grab your ankles.

“Come in. The water’s nice and cool.”

Your heart skips a beat at how laid back he’s being. This is a different side to Steve, who was usually so stoic and strict. Either that, or he was downright devious. Sometimes though, sometimes he lets himself go and relax. Like when he’s playing video-games and gets really into it, or when the two of you are cuddling and he lets Steve Junior join in, or when the two of you study together. Or now.

“I – uh – I don’t really want to swim.” You answer awkwardly, and your alpha rolls his eyes, the grip he has on your ankles not loosening. But the thought of taking your cover-up off and being in such a revealing bikini in front of all these people has you shaking your head pleadingly at him.

“It’s a pool party, omega. That means you have to swim.” Steve tells you as if you’re a baby who doesn’t understand the concept of a pool party.

You exhale softly before sitting down by the edge of the pool and dipping your feet in, sighing at how nice the water feels. And a part of you does want to go in, but you don’t know why you feel so self-conscious here. Well, actually, you do know why. It’s because you feel so out of place, in this huge mansion of a house with all these people from college whom you probably have nothing in common with. They aren’t your friends, you don’t have any friends. And they certainly don’t want to be your friends either, you just know it.

Steve settles between your legs, spreading them and smirking up at you. He presses a light kiss to your inner thigh, and it’s innocuous enough but you still look around in alarm. But no one is watching the two of you and so you try to relax.

“Relax, omega.” Steve commands you, and you get a whiff of his summery scent and sigh as it seems to soothe you from the inside out. You shoot your alpha a small smile, and he only smirks, continuing to kiss your thigh as his hands slips up and down your bare legs. You freeze when you feel his fingers lock around your ankles, the sudden image of him cruelly tugging you into the water crossing your mind.

But Steve only lifts your foot up, licking his lips as he watches your white nail polish gleam in the sunlight. You gulp when he presses a kiss on your toe, before a dark, lustful look clouds his eyes and you pull away.

“Not here, Steve! Please!” You whisper.

“Why not? You’re my omega and I can do whatever I want with you, so–”

“Hey, Steve! Great weather, huh?”

Jake Jensen swims up to Steve, a comically wide grin on his face. He’s got a thick layer of white sunscreen all over his face, with an especially thick blot on the tip of his nose. And yet, he’s still sunburnt and slightly pink to match the shade of his salmon-coloured swimming trunks.  His eyes squint as he smiles at Steve – either because of the sun or because he’s not wearing his glasses.

Steve rolls his eyes, getting in front of you to block you from Jake’s view.

“Jensen, who the fuck invited you?”

“Uh, Ransom did? He invited the whole football team! This sure is a swell pool, huh, Steve? I’ve got one too – well, my parents do. But it’s not as big as this one.”

“I’m sure it isn’t.” Steve says drily, “Hey! Eyes on me, Jensen. Don’t even think about looking at her.”

“I wasn’t–”

“I know your angle, you fucking creep. Swimming over here and trying to act all casual so you can get a close up look at my girlfriend in her bikini.”

Jake blinks, his eyes zeroing in on you peaking over Steve’s shoulder. “I didn’t even notice her, actually, but–”

“Are you insulting my girlfriend now, Jensen? Are you fucking insinuating that she’s not noticeable?!”

“What? No–”

“Shut up, you fucking idiot. And get away from us. In fact, get out of the whole pool.” Steve points to the far corner of the backyard, where a jacuzzi bubbles away on its lonesome. “Go sit in there, Jensen. I’m banning your creepy ass from this pool. Now go before I kick you off the football team.”

You watch as Jake hurriedly swims away, a look of dismay on his face. “Steve, you shouldn’t be so mean to him– Hey!”

You yelp as your alpha’s muscular arms encircle around you, pulling you into the pool with a gentle splash. Your arms automatically go around his neck, and your legs – unable to reach the floor of the pool – instinctively wrap around his waist until you’re clinging to him like a koala.

“There. Now none of these creeps can stare at your body.” Steve’s hand slips down to squeeze your ass underwater and you jump in surprise, inadvertently rubbing your front against his crotch. His eyes darken and he clutches you closer, till you can feel his hard dick through his trunks rub against your mound which is barely concealed by your bikini. You fight yourself in order not to moan, shooting Steve a pleading look only to find that his eyes are too busy staring at your cleavage, which is ample and wet and pressed up against his chest.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, omega.” Steve says, leaning forward to kiss you roughly. He bites at your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as his hands continue to fondle you. You feel your walls clench but you have to remind yourself that you’re in a pool with a bunch of other people. Meanwhile, underwater, Steve’s hand slips under your bikini bottoms, cupping your bare ass cheek and jiggling it lewdly.

“Fuck, why’d you have to wear such a tiny, slutty bikini, huh?” Steve whispers, licking the shell of your ear sensually and sending thrills up and down your spine. “You think you can look this sexy and cute and I won’t fuck you in the middle of this pool right now?”

“B-But, Steve! You chose this bikini!”

“Don’t lie, baby omega.” He pinches your ass again before his fingers tug threateningly at the flimsy string holding your bikini bottoms to your body. “Now everyone’s staring at your hot, tight little body because they all want to fuck you. But they can’t, because that’s my job.”

“Please don’t take my bikini off!” You plead softly, as he continues to play with the strings of your bikini-bottoms. You try to swim away from him, but he holds on tightly to you, shooting you a warning look before his eyes grow distracted by your breasts again, and his hands cup them both.

“Who told you to tease me like this, huh?” He kisses up your neck, squeezing and fondling your breasts like an animal pawing at his prey, “Who told you to wear such a tight, sexy bikini and push your tits up so they look all sexy? God, you’re killing me, baby. And I know you’re doing it on purpose, just like you always do.”

You know Steve well enough at this point to realise that when he’s riled up and horny, he tends to accuse you of baseless things like leading him on purposely. But all you’re trying to do at this very moment is make sure he doesn’t slip his dick inside you at this pool party in front of everyone. Because Steve could really be a menace when he wanted to, and his libido knew no bounds. He would definitely fuck you in front of an audience, no questions asked. In fact, he’d happily do it.

“Who’s that?” You blurt out in a desperate bid to distract him. You look toward the gates where Ransom is greeting a pretty brunette girl who you’ve never seen before. Steve follows your gaze and snorts.

“That’s Marta, Ransom’s new girlfriend.”

“Oh. She’s very pretty.” You comment, taking note of how Ransom looks genuinely happy to see her. He picks her up and swings her around, and she laughs and bats him with her purse before they kiss.

“She’s a gold-digging slut.” Steve says darkly.

“What?”

“You heard me. She has a reputation for being the biggest gold-digger in New York and everyone knows it.” Steve holds you close, as if physically shielding you from getting influenced by Marta, who isn’t even looking at either of you. “Instead of getting a degree like the rest of us, she’s been steadily seducing half the male population in the city, and getting them to buy her whatever she wants.”

“But I thought you preferred it when omegas didn’t get degrees?”

You don’t know where the quip comes from, but you regret it as soon as the words leave your mouth. Steve shoots you a warning look and you quickly bow your head submissively, “I’m sorry.”

“You better be. One more slip-up like that and I’ll spank you in front of everyone,” Steve threatens before continuing, “Omegas have no business getting degrees, but they also have no business acting like gold-digging sluts. Anyways, all of us tried to warn Ransom but he’s a fucking idiot, clearly.”

You look towards the couple once again; Ransom is making Marta a personalised snow-cone, drawing a sloppily-drawn heart out of strawberry syrup on top of the shaved ice. Marta claps excitedly, giving Ransom a kiss on the cheek. They look pretty happy and genuine to you, but Steve probably knows better?

You mull over all this new information, “B-But Steve, you buy me tons of expensive stuff all the time. Do people think I’m a gold-digger?”

Steve presses a bunch of kisses on your neck, holding you tightly against him as if he’s afraid you’ll float away. “No, baby. No one would dare make that assumption about you, because I would kill them. And anyways, you’re too cute and innocent and humble to be a gold-digger. Not like Marta, who is a whore.”

You wrinkle your nose, “Steve, please don’t say that…”

“She is, though. She made Ransom buy her a Birkin bag when he’d only known her two weeks.”

You’re wondering why Steve seems so incensed over a simple bag when suddenly–

“You sure do love to gossip, don’t you, Steve?”

Natasha walks over to the corner of the swimming pool where you and Steve are. She’s wrapped a silky black sarong around her hips, and it looks good with her deep red bikini.

“And you sure do love to eavesdrop, don’t you?” Steve fires back, his grip on you tightening possessively.

Natasha rolls her eyes and looks from Steve to you, “Don’t listen to Steve. Marta’s a great girl, we used to go to the same yoga class a few years ago.”

“Of course, you think she’s great.” Steve remarks, sneering at Nat as if she’s a disease, but the redhead remains unperturbed, shooting him a sweet smile before looking back to you.

“Let’s hang out soon. I can fill you in on all the real gossip, and –”

“She doesn’t want to hang out with you.” Steve answers on your behalf. You wince, because it’s not true at all! You’d love to hang out with Natasha, and she’s always inviting you out, either to shop or grab brunch. But Steve never gives you permission to go, because he claims Natasha is a bad influence. You wish you were brave enough to stand up to Steve but you’re not, so instead you just shoot Natasha an apologetic look, and the redhead smiles understandingly back at you.

“Steve! Come on, we’re playing volleyball and you’re on my team!” Sam calls out from the other side of the pool.  

Steve makes a face before shouting back, “I’m busy with my girlfriend!”

“She can play too.” Bucky walks up with the volleyball under his arm, “She can be on my team, we could use an extra player since we got stuck with Jensen.” He gives you a meaningful stare, his cold blue eyes raking you up and down, making you shrink back into Steve. But the brunette alpha smoothly looks away as soon as Steve glances at him.

“Haha, very funny. Omegas don’t play sports.” Steve gives you a kiss on the cheek and a condescending pat on your bum which you’re happy is underwater so no one sees. His lips brush against your ear, “I’m gonna go play for a while, okay, baby?”

You nod, “That’s alright, Steve. I’ll just stay here.”

Steve looks at you, then at Natasha, then back at you before narrowing his eyes, “Don’t talk to her. Just watch me play, okay?”

“Okay.” You cross your fingers behind your back, hoping he won’t see.

He kisses you some more, claiming it’s a good luck kiss but it quickly turns into a good luck make-out before Bucky drags him away.

You climb out of the pool, regretting it instantly because you feel all wet and exposed. But Natasha hands you a big, fluffy towel, and you gratefully wrap it around yourself before she tugs you over to a couple of deck chairs.

“Steve is so bossy,” Natasha giggles, and you follow her gaze to the other side of the pool. There’s a net set up and Steve is already busy explaining strategies to his team members, before telling them exactly where to stand and what to do.

“Yeah.” You agree softly.

“I bet the only one he really listens to is you, am I right?”

Your eyes widen, “Oh no, Steve doesn’t really… I, uh, I could never tell him what to do.”

Natasha stretches and lays down on her deck chair, “I mean, I tell Thor to load the dishwasher or empty the drier, that kind of stuff.”

You look down to your lap, “Oh, well, Steve says that household chores are an omega’s job.” You pause, your eyes focused on Steve as he slams the volleyball straight at Jensen’s face. Jensen yelps, his glasses flying into the water as Steve laughs and high-fives Sam. You suddenly grow paranoid, wondering if your words will somehow get back to him. “I don’t mind doing the household chores at all, though! Actually, I find it very relaxing.” (This isn’t even a lie).

Natasha nods thoughtfully, “Yeah, I don’t mind it either. But you could definitely get Steve to help you out.”

You smile, not saying anything. You certainly doubted you could make Steve do anything.

The redhead sits up straight, “I’m serious, though! Next time you’re unloading the dishwasher, just be like ‘Oh no, these dishes…they’re so heavy!’ Trust me, watch how he’ll make you sit down and do it all himself. Alphas eat the whole ‘damsel in distress’ thing right up.”

You mull over it; maybe that would work… Steve never ever let you do any heavy-lifting around the house. You weren’t even allowed to take the trash out, and sometimes he’d even take the laundry basket out of your hands if it looked too heavy. “Baby omegas like you shouldn’t be lifting heavy things,” he’d always say.

Relaxing and sitting back, all warm in your fluffy towel, you listen as Natasha gives you more relationship advice. She tells you all the “little things” you can do to control your alpha, like dress up in sexy lingerie and withhold sex until he agrees to your demands. Or keep him on his toes by not answering his texts immediately, and ignoring him so that it drove him crazy. You knew most of these ideas would never work with Steve, but it was nice to listen to her speak anyways, plus it also gave you an interesting insight on her relationship with Thor.

Steve’s team wins the volleyball match, and he comes back to you with a smug smile on his face. Swooping you up in his arms and giving you the biggest kiss ever, till your cheeks are hot and your heart is racing.

“Did you see me?” He asks, kissing you all over your face as if Natasha isn’t a foot away from you two, “Did you see how I scored that last point?”

“Yes,” you lie, because you had dozed off for the past few minutes under the deliciously warm sun and the fluffiness of your towel, “You were really good!”

“Damn right. And did you see how bad Jensen was?”

Steve gives you a detailed play-by-play of the whole game, whilst also simultaneously carrying you off to the hot-tub in the corner of the yard. Natasha waves you goodbye before skipping over to Thor, and you watch her bat him on the shoulder before he throws her into the pool, jumping in after her.

“…and then Bucky rage quit because his team was so shit, and I think he actually left and drove home.” Steve shakes his head, “Classic Bucky. He can’t ever take a loss.”

He gently places you into the hot tub, and you sigh as you sink into the hot, steamy, bubbling water. It’s deep, almost up to your neck when you sit down. But Steve has other plans, hastily pulling you into his lap once he’s settled down as well. In fact, he places you right on top of his hard bulge, which is definitely noticeable underneath his trunks.

“So, is my baby omega gonna give me a reward for winning?” He pinches your ass, a mischievous glint in his eye. His hands settle on your hips, grinding you down against his bulge and smirking when you yelp and grab onto his chest and shoulders.

“Not here!” You gasp, earning another pinch to your ass.

“Really? Is that why you keep grinding your cute little butt on my dick?”

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, omega.” Steve draws you closer with his big hand on the back of your neck, kissing you roughly, his hands fondling every part of your body. He keeps one hand squarely on your ass, his fingers digging between your ass cheeks and prodding at your puckered hole through the thin material of your bikini. You gasp straight into his mouth, and he just smirks against your lips, not allowing you to break the kiss as his other hand slips up to squeeze your breast. His thumb brushes against your hard nipple, and he tries to pull your bikini top off before you manage to fend him away.

“Not here, Steve, please!” You beg, not knowing how far he’d go. His eyes are almost black with lust, as if he’s horny off of winning the volleyball game and impressing you. And a part of you knew this would happen, that this was inevitable the moment he made you put on this extra revealing bikini in the first place. But you’d hoped he’d have at least dragged you off somewhere private, instead of the hot-tub which was out in the open with everyone still milling around.

“Address me properly, baby omega.” Steve whispers in your ear, his tone dripping with lust. “And you shouldn’t have put on this slutty bikini if you didn’t want me to fuck you in front of everyone. All these guys have been staring at you all day. Now I have to show them all how I own you.”

His fingers play with the string that’s holding your bikini top together, his other hand now tracing shapes on the exposed skin of your butt cheek. He gives it a jiggle, smirking when you clutch him harder, your hands wrapping around his neck in an effort to calm yourself down.

“I think you should take your bikini off. Daddy wants to see your tits.”

You shake your head pleadingly, “No, Steve – I mean daddy – please, I can’t do that!”

He doesn’t even blink, his eyes focused on your cleavage which is practically spilling out of the bikini. He licks his lips, a carnality suddenly taking over his being and he grabs the flimsy cups of your bikini and pulls them downwards, exposing your breasts. You don’t even have time to react before his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, his other hand covering your other breast by squeezing it.

You bite your lip to contain your moan, but Steve moans freely around your nipple as he suckles it. His tongue licks sensually around your hardened peak, making you jolt in his lap. He holds you down firmly, digging his boner up between your ass. He sucks your nipple as if he’s starving, biting at it as if he wants to make you scream, but you stop yourself just in time.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.” Steve tells you, “I almost lost concentration a few times during that volleyball game. All I could think about was you looking all cute and sexy, wearing this slutty bikini as if you were begging me to fuck you.”

“Daddy – ah! – can we do this at home please?” You ask, because now you can feel yourself getting turned on. Despite your embarrassment and discomfort, you can feel your pussy clench at his degrading dirty talk.

“No. And stop telling me to stop or else I’ll fuck you on that deck chair, right in the middle of everyone.” He stops suckling on your nipple for a second, pinching it instead as he looks at you thoughtfully, “Actually, no. Keep telling me to stop because I like it when you do that. Reminds me how weak and babyish you are.” He licks a stripe up the side of your face before kissing your cheek sloppily, “Beg me again, say: ‘daddy, please stop.’”

“Daddy, please stop!” You moan pitifully, your brain wanting him to stop but your body not quite agreeing as you feel your hips involuntarily jut against him. And you’re just about to lose control, just about to give in to him because he feels so good and he smells so enticing and he’s your daddy so he’s in charge and the omega inside you is purring and wanting to do exactly what he orders you to, and then–

“Mind if we join you guys?”

Ransom plops into the hot tub, with Marta hot on his heels. Your eyes widen, and Steve huffs in annoyance before pushing your bikini back up to cover your breasts. The tub is bigger than most, and big enough that Ransom and Marta are able to sit a few feet away from you and Steve. They’re too busy talking to notice anything, but Steve double-knots your bikini strings just in case, glaring daggers at the couple sitting across from you.

You try to slip off Steve’s lap after that, but he holds you in place and shoots you a warning look. So you sit there, your back against Steve’s chest and his hard dick poking angrily against your butt.

“I was just telling Marta how similar you and I are, Steve.” Ransom pipes up.

“Oh yeah? How so?” Steve asks sardonically. You can tell he’s pissed off at being interrupted, which is never a good sign. You remember once he was about to fuck you in the locker room before the coach had called him. Steve had been seething, and with all that pent-up sexual frustration, you knew you were in for it once he was done. Right now was no different.

Ransom sits back, his arm around Marta who sips coolly on a frozen strawberry daquiri. You hadn’t really paid attention to it, but there was also an open bar in the corner of the backyard, with the alphas taking turns making drinks. Thankfully, Steve hadn’t drank tonight – otherwise he’d have been ten times hornier than he was now.

“We’re both wifed up and in serious relationships.” Ransom draws Marta close, and she nuzzles her nose against his neck. “And you know what? Now I get what all the hype is about. Marta and I have been talking about marking each other up too, and –”

Ransom drones on and on, and you nod politely. Steve, on the other hand, stiffens underneath you. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to roll his eyes. What you didn’t count on is his dick driving up into you at that exact moment. You almost gasp out loud before covering it up by pretending to clear your throat. His hands rub up and down your thighs, and you’re so happy this is all happening under the water otherwise you’d never be able to live it down.

Marta excuses herself to get another drink, Ransom’s eyes following her as she leaves, a lovesick look on his face.

“Bro, you’re pathetic.” Steve sneers, and all the while his hands are slipping up till he cups your core through your bikini bottoms, making your breath hitch. “You’ve only been seeing her for two weeks.”

“So?”

“So, you need to chill the fuck out.”

Steve pushes your bikini bottoms to the side, exposing your bare core to the hot water. Fuck. His thick fingers probe and explore your slick folds, and you cannot believe what he’s doing because Ransom is only a few feet away from you guys. And Steve’s casually giving out advice as if he isn’t about to finger you under the water this very second!

Ransom sighs, “I know, but she isn’t just some random hookup, okay? I actually have feelings for her.”

You’re barely able to focus on the two alphas’ conversation, your face and neck heating up as you squirm on Steve’s lap. A part of you feels so degraded, sitting on your alpha’s lap as if you’re nothing more than a decorative toy for him to play with while he talks to his friend. It’s what he’s doing right now, his pointer finger circling your clit casually while he holds you close in his lap.

“If you want to be the dumbass who gets played by an omega, then suit yourself, bro.” Steve shrugs, focusing his attention back on you. Ransom looks torn, and you secretly hope he doesn’t take Steve’s advice too seriously. You don’t know much about gold-diggers or relationships in general, but Ransom and Marta look genuine from what you’ve seen. Not that you have time to dwell over their situation, because Steve chooses that exact moment to slip two fingers inside you.

“Oh, oh fu-” You cry out.

Ransom frowns, “You okay?”

“Don’t talk to my girl!” Steve warns.

“Ex-Excuse me.” You squeak, managing to get up off of Steve’s lap while he’s momentarily distracted. You step out of the hot tub before he can stop you, quickly wrapping yourself in your fluffy towel. “Bathroom.” You explain, before speed-walking over to the pool-house, inwardly praying you don’t slip and embarrass yourself in your hasty exit.

Heart drumming, you safely make it to the pool house and make a beeline for the bathroom. You’ve only just managed to catch your breath when the door opens and closes behind you. You barely have time to register what’s happening before Steve pushes you forward, bending you over the marble sink and giving you four hard slaps to the ass in quick succession.

“Bad girl.” Steve tuts, “What got into you, huh? Running away from daddy like that?”

“I’m sorry, I just… Steve it would’ve been so inappropriate to do that in front of everyone!”

“What’s inappropriate is slutty baby omegas like you wearing sexy bikinis to distract me. You forced my hand, baby.” He swiftly rips your bikini bottoms apart, squeezing your ass cheeks with both his hands, till you know his handprints will be imprinted on your skin. “Well, we’re all alone now, omega. There’s nowhere for you to run.”

He presses his hard dick against your wet folds, and you sigh involuntarily, rutting back against him. In the privacy of this bathroom, you can finally relax.

“I’m gonna fuck you on every inch of every surface inside this bathroom,” Steve promises darkly in your ear, sucking and biting at your earlobe before pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, “and then I’m gonna drag you outside and fuck you against the glass doors of this pool house. You got that, omega?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

THE END. I know i know i know that ended super abruptly, but trust me when i tell you i could’ve gone on and on and ON and this was just meant to be a small drabble!!! PLEASE tell me what you think and reblog pls!!! ily ily ily and this was really random and idek if it’s any good but please just let me know what you think! ALSO YES, steve is such a menace in this and idk if this is canon compliant but it’s a poyt drabble so here we goooo!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OK BYE

[notroosterbradshaw]

about: just some smut to fend off jetlag. i love sleepy Bradley, I make no excuses that I feel he does his best work in the early hours of the day. This was supposed to be a drabble… it’s not anymore. Sorry.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, pure fluff, smut.

masterlist.

The morning after the night before when Bradley met your family for the first time, you'd flown across the world to surprise your dad for his birthday and really, it luckily coincided with Bradley's time off. When you mentioned heading home for your old man's special day that usually kicked off your family's holiday season, you almost fell out of your seat when he said maybe it was time he met the fam face-to-face, not just making small talk over FaceTime. It almost didn’t seem fair that he was subjected to meeting everyone this way, but alas… here you were the next morning, jet lag kicking in while wrapped protectively in Bradley’s strong, golden arms and washed in the relief your family fucking loved him. You weren't overly surprised. 

Bradley's quiet, unassuming charm was just who your mum wanted you to end up with, he was into golf and surfing, so your dad and brothers thought he was the bee's knees. Your sister on the other hand... 

You had to fend her off more than you would have liked. You were confident in your relationship with Bradley, knowing he'd never allow anything to happen. "You're coming across a little desperate," you hissed after one or two drinks, which mortified her, and she apologised, admitting she was just happy to finally get to meet the guy who'd swept you off your feet. "Yes, my feet," you reminded her. When she pointed out how possessive you sounded, you didn't deny it. But she got it and gave you space for the rest of the evening. 

Ahh, sisters. 

Bradley felt your body writhe in the gentlest of movements against his and he sighed. Sleep hadn’t come easy for either of you and compounded with the food and booze you’d indulged in the day before, neither of you slept much. “You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered at God-knows-what-o’clock. 

“What time is it?” You asked softly.

“I dunno, baby. Sun is barely rising,” he admitted. “Can’t hear a peep in the house.”

Which was nice because yesterday was intense. Everyone was so excited to meet your new American boyfriend (fairly, it’d been about eight months, give or take with a few deployments), the incredibly handsome navy pilot whom you’d met one evening at a naval bar while travelling. You’d caught his eyes behind his sunglasses while he played the piano, the crowd around him as swept away with him as you were. The first half-smile in your direction, as he sang, had done you over in a way not one single person on the planet had before. 

He'd charmed you instantly. He still charmed you constantly. 

“Did you get any sleep?” you asked, biting back a yawn.

“Not really,” he peppered tender kisses into your shoulder blade and smiled into your skin as you pressed back into him, the oh-so-quiet moan made for his ears only waking him from his dreaded fog as well. “I’ll try and get a kip somewhere today. That fuckin’ flight murdered me.” 

“You were happy to fly economy,” you muttered. “I know you’re used to tight quarters, but fuck Bradley. It was 15 hours." 

“I know, I know I fucked up. I was looking at upgrades overnight. I’ll use my discount and stuff; we can do it flying home.”

“You sure?”

“Sue me for wanting to save a buck,” he sighed, with a tired, deep chuckle. “Flight was so full; people may as well have been sitting on the wings.”

“It’s Christmas. People travel.”

“You don't say,” he affectionately gripped your waist, rolling you to him and kissed you. “Good morning, I think," he nuzzled your nose against his and asked if you wanted some water or anything.

You shook your head, rolling back and snuggling into him as he adjusted his arms around you again, his nose buried in your hair. "I think Dad is gonna expect you for at least nine holes today." 

"I think so, yeah. Grill me and make sure I'm good enough for his little girl.” He murmured and if he was honest, he was the teeniest bit nervous. He’d never really been in relationships long enough to meet families… and who would he introduce anyone to, except for Mav?

"I think you'll be fine."

"He probably wouldn't be if he knew what a deviant I've turned his smart, beautiful baby girl into.”

You giggled quietly as you could feel the soft ends of his moustache curve into a smirk against the nape of your neck. "He'd send you back on the first flight to LA."

"I would believe that," he said softly. 

"I think yesterday went really well, Bradley," you confided quietly to him.

"You think? I was on my very best behaviour," he teased you.

"Yes, you were," you admitted. Not that he ever wasn't. Bradley was instilled with a remarkable set of manners. He was chivalrous and courteous to a fault, incredibly sweet and at times, pensive, even shy. Almost make believe that you were lucky enough to share his time. You wriggled back against him, and you could feel the hard-on straining through his boxer briefs. "Down, boy." 

"Can't help it," he sighed. "You know what you do to me with that ass. I know what you want. You're not that transparent."

You bit back your pleased smile as his wandering hands travelled down your side, fingertips toying with the hem of his old Navy tee that was now your bed shirt. At home, you were nude sleepers. At your parents' home during the holidays? You showed decorum and respect and you both hated it, preferring skin-on-skin of the other but alas, anyone could walk in at any time. 

“Have a thought about how we might be able to fuck this jetlag off…” 

“Oh, yeah?” at this point, you’d do anything and with Bradley’s travel for work, you hoped maybe he might have some insight. You had planned to just power through and try not to be the world’s most exhausted asshole. 

"You just move your thigh a little this way..." he murmured, his palm cupping your hamstring and you pressed back into him, grinning softly. “And I just slide up in here – ”

“Confident of you, don’t you think?”

“You’re always wet for me,” he whispered against your skin. “Unless you deny it.”

“Never…” you told him, reaching back to wrap an arm around his strong neck. “I just can't keep it down with you. Why didn’t you convince me to get the AirBnb?”

He loved how vocal you were during sex. Your moans, the hisses, the way you'd bite your lip when you were so close. That groan as you came, or the little squeal when you were too sensitive was burned into his brain as his favourite sounds in the world. 

"Just lemme hold you then, it's okay, sweetheart," he grumbled. “I’ll live if you can.” 

“Asshole,” you muttered as he chuckled. 

“Do you want a blowjob?” You nervously offered, turning back to him and he looped your thigh over his hip and perched you above him with such little effort on his behalf - you loved how strong he was but you knew what was waiting for you, Bradley made no secret he was turned on and you loved that you were able to have him on a knife-edge at all times. 

The one per cent, he’s told you once before. 

You’re so sweet to him as you slowly dragged your hand into the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing more and more skin, cock springing free, slapping against his toned, tanned Adonis belt. Long, thick and dripping with precum already and he almost blushed at how eager he was.

“I’ll never say no,” he replied, “And I know you might be uncomfortable here. Your dad is right across the hall, baby."

“But my daddy is right here…” you immediately corrected him, and he smiled darkly to himself. You didn't use that term lightly, you couldn’t nfi fed to him he had the ability to bring out your innermost feral when you least expected it and he would do his utmost to encourage it (if you were comfortable). 

“Jesus,” his head was swirling, trying to keep calm and not blow his load the second you bared your tongue to him but there was absolutely nothing sweet about it. He was a preening mess when you went down on him. The night you'd told him you weren't overly experienced in blow jobs was the greatest night of his life, coaching you through what he liked and watching you perfect your generous technique time and time again. 

These days, you loved giving Bradley head. He gave you confidence, he made you feel sexy and not like it was only about him on the receiving end. He’s whispered and encouraged, and when it all got too much, he told you he was close. He was neither here nor there on the whole spit or swallow thing… until you and your preference but he was never left empty-handed.

"Shh," you hissed. "Not a sound." 

That one thing you did for him that absolutely made him come undone. And he'd bury his face in your pussy all day if you allowed him to show you how fucking grateful, he was for all the pleasure you presented him. Your sweet, tight wetness that he would eagerly drown himself in if you’d let him. 

Your honeyed tongue delicately tasted the flawless head of his cock, lapping up the precum as Bradley's eyes rolled back into his head and his big hands reached to knot into your hair as you went to work, swirling your tongue and looking up with your big, scheming eyes, knowing you had him at his most precarious. 

He was a weapon in his training, his mind and body were always primed to do what was asked of him, but you were the exception and it scared and excited him.

He could feel himself getting so close to painting the back of that beautiful mouth, and while it pained him to say it, the way your eyes softened told him he’d made the right choice. “Come on, baby, I want you.” 

You gently pulled away and asked, “You don’t want me to finish?”

“No, I wanna fuck, baby. Watch you lose control.” 

“Okay,” you said, your soft hand trading with your warm mouth to tenderly pump and tease him. 

“Gimme a sec. I don't have condoms close,” he whispered. “They're in my luggage.”

"Just pull out, sweetheart," you enticed him, wanting to feel all of him. It was so infrequent you fucked without protection, and of course, you both preferred it that way but after a pregnancy scare (or not, neither of you was really sure) a few months back, you'd both decided to stop tempting fate and ensuring there was a stash of condoms at his place, your place... the goddamn Bronco – Bradley understood that it was your body and you didn’t want to be on the pill. A condom was the least he could do, and he knew it. 

Bradley helped you move up his body and rest you above him. "Are you sure?" he kissed you, your gleaming teeth lightly stinging into his bottom lip with an affectionate nip. 

“I trust you,” you told him. "Cum where you need...”

Truth be told, he wanted to cum deep, but he licked back a wet smile and he moved to his knees to pull his navy tee over your head, bearing your beautiful breasts to him, full, round, nipples begging for attention. “On your back, baby,” he urged, guiding you under him, anticipating how wet you were for him, legs splaying open unashamed. He rested the head of his cock on your weeping cunt, his fingers spreading your bare lips and sweeping your slick across your clit, fascinated by that little peep of desperation from you. Your head fell back against the pillows, bliss sweeping through you as he sweetly pressed one finger into you. “Drippin’,” he reported, pressing in another finger and his thumb rubbing tenderly against your throbbing clit. “Gonna gush for me?” 

You probably would, Bradley’s ability to drag absolutely everything out of you blew your mind each time. “Need your cock. Fill me up, Bradley.” 

Pushing in, one delicious inch by delicious inch, licking his full lips as your back curved to take him as deeply as possible. He buried his face in your breasts, holding one in his calloused palm, eyes fluttering closed as he traced, left wet, open-mouthed kissed and tenderly bit the other, and the groan you let you made him clamp his palm over your mouth. “You’re so wet, baby,” he stared deeply into your eyes as he evened his breath with the first few rolls of his slender hips. "But you're gonna wake your parents if you don’t control yourself."

"Let them fuckin' hear," you muttered behind your hand (you’d die if they heard you though) as he chuckled and began his ruthless assault on your senses, one thrust at a time. 

"You're too good to me," Bradley reminded you in disbelief.  

"All for you," you confided, as you watched the beads of sweat break across his brow as you dug your nails into his well-worked traps, willingly knowing it would leave a mark courtesy of your fresh manicure. You raised your hips to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, fucking into you strong and deep. He felt incredible, you don't think anyone had loved on you as Bradley Bradshaw could. So thorough, and never one to leave you hanging. 

Too long, too sore? He'd pause and tenderly withdraw to hold you, reassuring you that it was fine, and your comfort was paramount. Too sensitive after coming too hard, he'd give you time to recover, finding other ways to bring you pleasure.

It was nice to be considered in your relationship, in your sex life especially. In the past, you'd been made to feel like a machine, if you didn't cum, partners still could, and you'd just deal with it. For a long time, that stuck with you and having someone consider you like Bradley would almost seem too good to be true at the start. 

But that consideration never lapsed. He was make-believe and you fucking hoped if this man and everything he brought to you was a dream that you’d never, ever wake up. 

Desperate to keep himself controlled, Bradley reached for the headboard of your old bed, gripping it for dear life as he tried so damn hard to avoid coming. He loved fucking you raw, and since birth control was completely your choice, you two had to stop playing this dangerous game. Because one day? It would beat you both.

"I need to cum, Bradley," you whined to him as he nodded, chewing his lower lip, and putting your delicate fingers in your mouth, not losing his rhythm. He knew. He knew how close you were. 

"Lemme see you touch yourself, baby. Get those fingers - " he gasped as you clenched around him. "Get 'em nice and wet and play with that sweet, tight pussy. Lemme see you fall apart.”

Before, language like that would embarrass you, but with Bradley, it only spurred you on. It was incredible the ways he’d helped you grow and mature as a friend, partner and lover. As instructed, and in the low early morning light, Bradley’s breath hitched, watching you touch yourself and you couldn’t help it, the beat of his cock against your g-spot, your fingers pressing rough circles into your clit and you started to come. 

“Yes, baby. Yes,” he urged, moving his mouth to your ear, whispering his sweet encouragement. “You feel so good, just a little mo – ” he forced his mouth against yours, kissing your pleasure to him, to keep the noise down. He wrapped his hand under your hip, lifting your waist to push harder into you as you trembled below him, your pussy clutching his cock, spasming as he shuddered against your lips. “Yes, baby.”

“Jesus, Bradley, fuck me,” you begged as his hips speed up like a piston, thrusting hard into your swollen, sensitive pussy, his hand clutching yours away from your strained clit and pressing intensely in your place, hoping to drag your orgasm out and as you fell, lifeless, back against the squishy pillows, pussy pulsating, Bradley grunted low he was coming and after his final few thrusts, he quickly withdrew and unloaded, stroking himself until he was spent, pearly ribbons of cum decorating your belly and breasts. 

He collapsed beside you, taking your cheeks in his face and kissing you wildly. “I love you. I love you, baby,” he kissed you again, and though you were spent, you returned his affections, because truly… you loved Bradley Bradshaw with your entire being. It was going to take a lot to change that. “Are you okay?” he asked, chest still heaving as he breathed, his pointer finger tracing through the mess he made on you.

“I’m good, sweetheart,” you assured him as he gave you one last, final kiss.

“Think that helped with your jetlag?” he teased.

“Makes me want another round,” you admitted as he chuckled and raised an eyebrow. 

“Of course you do,” he pressed a kiss into your pulse and lifted his lips back to yours, holding you close and just like horny teenagers, enjoying making out for a few moments in the afterglow. “Where’s that shirt gone?” he asked, peering over the side of the bed, and cleaning you up. “Jackson Pollack painting here.”

“Be less proud,” you told him as he snorted.

“Yes, ma’am,” he pressed another kiss to your lips. “Sure you’re okay?”

“Perfect, but let me go pee,” you whispered as Bradley kissed you long and deep, he nodded into the kiss but was not quite ready to leave you leave him. 

“Go, clean up, baby,” he helped you up from the bed, your legs precarious and meandering like Bambi. “Careful,” he sighed, wistfully. But he knew it already, you were thoroughly fucked, just how he liked it. 

A few hours later and thankfully, a few more hours of sleep, your alarm woke you, the sun much higher in the sky and the heat of the day starting to rise. You’d showered and told him to come down when he was ready, you’d help your Mum with some brekky.

“You want eggs?”

“Anything,” Bradley admitted. “Famished.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” you cupped his face in your palms and kissed him lightly. “Don’t rush.”

“Okay,” he gave a small grin but didn’t much feel like lingering. After a quick shower, he dressed, annoyed he didn't pack any golf gear, at minimum the shoes that you gave him grief for every time he wore them, but maybe he'd treat himself and buy some at the course today. He rifled through his bag, clutching the velvet box in his palm tightly, convinced more than ever that this was real, this was happening and soon, he'd hope to have you wearing his mother's engagement ring too. 

Slapping on his CVN-71 cap, he knew you went a bit feral when he perched it backward. May as well leave you with good thoughts while he was out and about, asking your old man for your hand on the golf course. And if it went badly, it was also something to identify him when the authorities found him if your dad said no. 

[witchwyfe]

best way to spend a summer day - kook friend group

pairing - (non-canon) platonic!kook friend group x female reader, (non canon) platonic!rafe cameron x female reader, (non canon) platonic!topper thornton x female reader, (non canon) platonic!kelce x female reader

précis - golfing with the boys!

content/warnings - mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, language

word count - 818

"What if we--"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please angel, we'll only do 9 holes and then buy you lunch after." Topper, ever the mediator, offers.

"You were gonna buy me lunch anyway."

Rafe rolls his eyes and you snicker, leaning back in the lounge chair you're resting in.

"I just don't understand why this how y'all want to spend your time. Kelce's internship and Rafe's study abroad start in one month, we're wasting our one month of summer by fucking hitting balls on grass."

You're met with three glares and simultaneous responses.

"Okay, you can't say 'we' if you haven't even been going."

"There is way more technique than just hitting balls."

"Hey!"

"And what would you suggest we do then, mamas?" Kelce asks, raising an eyebrow over his sunglasses. 

Your face warms at being put on the spot, three gazes stuck patiently on you.

"I don't know, shopping on the mainland, movie nights, brunch at the island club--"

"You can have island club drinks on the golf cart!" Rafe exclaims, throwing his arms up before slapping them at his sides. "And we'll get brunch afterwards."

You sigh dramatically. "9 holes? Not 18?"

Rafe smiles, knowing they've already won. "Of course."

Topper picks you up bright and early the next morning, Rafe and Kelce already packed into the backseat with one set of clubs, the other two in the trunk.

"Morning boys." You smile sarcastically, climbing into the front passenger seat.

"Good morning mamas." Kelce smiles. "Thank you for coming."

"Hm, y'all better make it worth my while." You joke.

"Getting to spend time with your best friends isn't worth it?" Rafe asks, feigning offense.

"Shut up," You groan. "You guys know I love you. Even when you make me golf."

They all made a big deal about your new Lululemon golf dress, and promise to take cute pictures of you in the golf cart, all by the time you pull up to the country club.

You juggle your sunglasses, phone, and water bottle once Rafe opens the door for you.

"Thank you Rafe," You smile, reaching up to pinch his cheeks. "You're such a gentleman."

You wait with Kelce while the other two go to get the cart. You let their clubs stay propped up against your legs so that don't fall to the ground.

Topper takes the purple Stanley--that he got you for Christmas--from your hands and sets it into the cup holder. You help them load up their clubs then you're making yourself comfortable in the front again.

"Do they sell cocktails at the beverage carts?" You wonder. "Or should I grab one now before we go?"

"Think they only sell beer, babe." Kelce frowns. "And they don't allow open cups on the course."

You groan, leaning your head back. Rafe digs around in his golf bag, brandishing a small bottle of champagne.

"Don't worry bestie girl, we didn't forget about you." He smiles, shoving the bottle back inside. "Gonna get you some orange juice from the bev cart and you can make a mimosa."

"Rafe!" You cry, throwing your arms around him. "You're the best!"

"I know, I know," He smirks. "Aren't you glad you came with us, now?"

"I guess," You grumble, playfully rolling your eyes.

You sit comfortably in the golf cart, while your friends play, sipping on the mimosa Rafe mixed you, scrolling on social media, and occasionally reminding the boys to reapply their sunscreen.

Kelce even dragged you out to take a swing and they all cheered you on when you failed miserably, taking a sloppy bow before skipping back to the golf cart.

Once you’re back at the club, seated at your favorite table, you’re lightly clasping your mimosa glass in your hand—this one prepared by your waiter and not Rafe with his Blender bottle.

“I think it tasted better when you made it, Rafe.” You frown, taking another sip anyway.

“'Course it did.” He grins smugly. 

You pull a lip gloss from the handy pocket in your golf outfit, coating a thick layer over your lips. You take your napkin and work it over the rim of your glass too, even though you'll get more gloss stuck to it on your next sip.

"You're just one of the boys, aren't you?" Topper teases, just to mess with you.

You cap your gloss and set it on the table, narrowing your eyes into a glare at Topper. "No, I am not."

 "Yeah, she's like our bratty little sister." Rafe pipes up, reaching over the table to steal a handful of your fries. 

"Yeah, I'm the bratty one." You smack Rafe's hand, grinning when he whines. "And I'm literally older than you, Rafe."

"By like two months!" He argues.

"Okay and?" You retort. "Still older."

He makes a point by stealing more of your fries.

"Brat. You know you're the one paying for those, right?"

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[wileys-russo]

blurb with Leah trying to teach reader how to play golf? Maybe it’s their second or third date but they aren’t official yet? Which is really just an excuse for her to get all handsy with you and try to flex and show off with her golf skills to impress you. All fluffy and soft for our LW6 :)

top golfer II l.williamson

"leah...why are we at a golf course?" your eyebrows scrunched into a frown as the blonde parked up, shooting you a grin and cutting the engine of her car.

"well where else does one play golf?" leah asked sarcastically, and though you did admit when the girl had asked you to play golf for your third consecutive date, you naively assumed she meant of the miniature kind.

"i thought you meant mini golf! i don't know the first thing about real golf leah." you laughed with a shake of your head. "well then you're in luck my girl because i happen to be a wonderful teacher." leah grinned with a wink, reaching into the back of her car and placing a grey golfers hat on her head.

"oh surely you're not wearing that." you scoffed in disbelief, leah feigning offence and clutching at her chest. "i most certainly am, i'm one of the pros!" the english captain winked, slipping out of the car and hurrying around to open the door for you.

"so chivalrous." you smiled as she bowed mockingly before slinging an arm over your shoulder, locking her car and walking the two of you over to the clubhouse. "so, up for 18 holes then?" leah asked casually and your eyes widened in shock as you arrived to reception.

"18?!"

"two passes for the driving range please, two hour session." leah smiled politely, sliding her membership card over the counter to the young woman who nodded, clicking away at her computer as you sighed in relief and pinched at her arm unappreciative of her teasing.

the receptionist explaining where everything was as well as pointing out the rules and behavioral expectations whilst at the range leah nodded, only half listening before she thanked the young woman and pulled you away.

"i don't know how you've convinced me into this, i happen to hate golf." you admitted honestly as the two of you arrived in your area, setting your things down on the small lounge as leah eyed up the clubs.

"you know its a crime to say those disgustingly hateful words here yeah?" leah hummed as she ran her fingers over a nine iron, pulling it out with a satisfied nod. "its a boring sport for boring rich old men with nothing better to do." you shrugged, taking a seat on the lounge as leah shot you a look.

"well boring old rich men and ego driven footballers who can't just be good at one sport and be satisfied with that." you teased as leah tee'd up a ball. "you better watch your mouth or i'll have you thrown out." leah warned, a smile tugging at her lips as she readied herself to swing.

"don't miss!" you teased right as she swung, throwing the defender off a little as what was supposed to be a perfect drive was mis-hit and merely rolled a few feet forward propelled by a rush of air, leah missing the ball entirely.

leaning on the club leah turned her body to face you as she stared you down in annoyance, you merely dropped your sunglasses down onto your nose and crossing your legs, settling back into the lounge and soaking up the rare bit of sun of a surprisingly warm day.

"i'm beginning to think three might be a cursed number, and this is the date where i realize you're just an insufferable brat." leah shook her head, you hardly able to take the girl seriously in her ridiculous baggy hat.

"gotta try before you buy right?" you grinned cheekily, leah humming and wagging a finger at you, re-teeing up her ball and shuffling back into position, ignoring your mocking words and connecting with a fierce back swing, smiling happily as the ball rocketed right to the back of the range.

"see? you're in the presence of a professional here." leah smiled smugly and you clapped, mockingly congratulating her. "alright then, your turn." leah offered you the club, teeing up the ball for you as you sighed, the two of you swapping positions as she now sat back into the lounge.

"go on babe, impress me." leah challenged, arms resting along the back of the lounge as she waved for you to hurry up. with a roll of your eyes you tried to copy the position she had just taken, leah holding back a laugh as you swung and completely missed.

you reset yourself and once again missed, huffing in frustration and setting yourself up one more time, another miss.

though as the club this time almost flew out of your hands leah decided to take pity on you, standing to her feet. "come on then tiger woods, i'll show you how to actually do it." the blonde chuckled, placing herself behind you, her front pressed into your back.

"hands like this." slender fingers intertwined with yours as she adjusted where your hands rested on the club. "feet apart more." her own gently kicked yours into a wider stance.

"stand up straight." the defender rasped, her breath warm on your neck as she pressed herself even more into you, hands coming to rest on top of your own. "now pull back until your hands are aligned with your shoulder." leah helped you lift the club, stopping at the right position.

"and...swing!" you did as she asked, her hands still atop yours, and your face lit up watching as you connected with the ball and it soared away from you. "much better." leah congratulated, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek before pushing herself back, your hands tingling from her touch.

"what was that?" leah asked as she tee'd you up another ball. "i didn't say anything?" you frowned in confusion. "yeah exactly, i was after a thank you leah." leah sarcastically held a hand to her ear, waving for you to speak.

"sit down leah." you smirked, pushing her away from you with the end of the club as the girl pushed it away, muttering about your lack of manners and taking a seat again. "well go on then!" leah waved, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting expectantly.

"watch the back of the net for this one." you boasted confidently, trying your best to copy the position the older girl just had you in, and swinging hard and...missing.

"oh ladies and gentlemen she's hit it out of the park! look out down below lads cause its raining golf balls!" leah stood to her feet, clapping and cheering for you loudly as you grumbled, kicking the ball instead as it bounced pathetically a few feet away from you.

"just for that i think next time i'll teach you how to kick a football ." leah whistled at the woeful attempt, shaking her head. "oh god please no more sports related dates leah!" you groaned in response.

"nope! we're not stopping until you can do this properly by yourself." leah tutted as you tried to hand her the club. "why do i need to know how to play golf? i can just sit in the golf cart and cheer you on when you play." you bargained with a grin, hugging the taller girl whose arms wrapped around your back.

"mmm my own personal cheerleader, the boys would be so jealous." leah hummed, dipping her head to press a sweet kiss against your lips, pulling away far too soon for your liking. "you can be a supportive girlfriend from the sidelines for football, you're learning how to play golf!" leah decided, turning you around and slotting herself in behind you again, not even registering what she'd just said.

"supportive girlfriend hm?" you asked with a small smile, feeling leahs body freeze up behind you, the blonde quickly stepping back and rambling out a hasty apology. "hey hey leah, i didn't say i minded." you cupped her face and smiled reassuringly, stroking her strongly defined jaw with the pads of your thumb.

nodding hastily and clearing her throat leah shooed you back to the driving mound, settling behind you again and reminding you of how to stand.

wanting to wind her up as she did, you pressed your lower half more into her as she spoke, feigning as if you were working on your foot position as you wiggled back and forth, hearing leah cough a few times behind you, hands moving off the club to sit on your waist, holding you still as you swung, squealing happily as this time you connected and the ball went sailing away into the distance.

"you're a natural." leah complimented with a wink, the rosy pink blush which once coated her cheeks having disappeared as she appeared back to her confident bubbly self.

"did you invite me on a golfing date just so you could show off your skills and get all handsy with me williamson?" you turned around with a teasing smirk, the blonde shrugging innocently.

"maybe, you'll never know kid. now go again! your back swing still needs some serious work."

[thehomophobe]

Too Much? NSFW

If anyone had asked how you got here you wouldn’t have an answer. At least not a coherent one. Your mind was a mess right now with only one thought within its confines.

...or well...five…

One himbo who you thought was chaste and pure, one “bad boy” who isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed,two brothers with the bodies of twigs but the libido of wild dogs, and a massive music lover who bore desire behind those shades of his. 

And then you.

You. And your 5’5 ass.

What are you doing here?! Well it all started with Crocodile Rock…

*Cue flashback music, whatever that may sound like

Just another day in the one and only Mega PizzaPlex. You had day shift security duty today, meaning that you’re out and about on the floor, making sure everyone’s in line. A crowd forms in the lobby; probably lining up for pics, though heavy footsteps crawl to you like a beast awaiting you in its domain. 

Oh boy, it’s you-know-who. (Cue badass bass riff) 

You avert your gaze from the crowd that watched from beyond, only to look back to see them clearly distracted by something behind you making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked over your shoulder where the crowd was staring and found yourself locking eyes with a familiar face. You stopped in your tracks, a smirk crept up on his lips as he tilted his head cockily whilst watching your grin drop. “What’s with the look, darling? Miss me that much?“ 

You grit your teeth in annoyance, sucking in a breath as you force a smile at the taller man. Montgomery Gator, the man you’ve always hated but the only one who managed to have you shaking with nervousness over the simplest words. “You wish, Monty.” You shot back in your lowest voice to avoid the kids hearing. Monty leaned over, a hidden shadow of cockiness shrouded over your smaller form.

He could only let out a laugh, poking the inside of his cheek as he looked away from you. “Do you need something?” You ask, “politely”. “Cuz I don’t know if you could tell, but there’s other people who actually want your attention.

“Sorry, it was distracting me from your pretty face.” Good god you should’ve know some bullshit like this would start.

“So, I was wondering if..” Monty trailed on, following you on your patrol. “I could have a moment privately with you?” He looked up at you, small strands of his red covering bits of his yellow, star shaped sunglasses. 

“Why? Just tell me. If it’s something you can’t say here, then forget it.” You huffed, making eye contact with Monty.

The literal redhead was  not phased by your careless attitude. You turn away from him, kept moving forward.

You must’ve been too distracted for you to get startled by the low, fruity voice that rings in your ear.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want to forget what I plan to do tonight.” You could almost feel his smirk on your ear, his hand rested on your bare shoulder as the words left his luscious lips.

Turning your head over your shoulder, your eyes met with his, and your faces were only inches away but Monty didn’t step back a single bit. “Trust me, Monty. I’d rather not hear anything from you.”

“Just meet me here before closing, and tell me, okay?” Monty took a few seconds to consider your offer as you took your hand off of his chest and worked on the cake. He wondered why you still wished to listen to him. You took the risk, even though you knew exactly what it would lead to.

The day went by slower than usual. And it was especially hard with Monty still on your mind. You hated him, with all your heart, but why? Why did he have to be…Monty? There was something special about him that you just couldn’t describe, something special that kept you attached.

Lucky enough for you, the clock striked 11 p.m. and it was just about time for the Pizzaplex to start closing.

You were wandering around the stations along Rockstar Row after helping Roxanne clean up after the last party. Saying your final goodbyes to her, you made your way over to your station that was in between Freddy and Monty’s. Monty Golf and Fazerblast, you couldn’t help but stare. 

Monty Golf’s lights then turned off, along with Roxy, Chica, and Freddy’s which meant they were now on their breaks. Sighing, you wasted no more time admiring the two stations that surrounded your station and entered yours. The one thing that caught your mind before you had entered was the buff, tall figure of Monty that leaned against the entrance of your station.

It was quite dark, and intimidatingly quiet. The main source of light was the dim glow of the large sign that displayed your name, flickering every now and then. 

You looked down at your feet as you sucked on a cherry lollipop, making sure you watched your steps as you walked down the carpeted staircase. The familiar man’s face lit up almost immediately upon seeing you enter through the entrance gates with your special card. 

He tucked his hands into his pocket and came over to you with a grin. “You actually came,” He said, his voice silvery and appealing. You walked side by side together, with your hands behind your back. “I was starting to think you left me.”

“Get to the point, Monty. What do you want?” You sucked on the sweet, red candy that rested between your index finger and thumb as you watched his tall figure lean on the wall with his arms crossed over one another.

“It’s simple,” He walked towards you. With his other hand still in his pocket, he stood in front of you and took his free hand, placing it under your chin which forced you to look at him.

“You.”

Inches away from each other yet no one dared to make a move. So you sat there, and Monty stood in between your legs, an evident bulge pressed against your hiked up skirt that was one move away from exposing your undergarments. Your wrist rested on the cold counter, the lollipop that was clad in your closed hand started to dry with how long you had stayed there.

“If you want me, then do something about it, fucking coward.” You cockily grinned, still in the tight grip of Monty as he fought the urge to kiss you right there.

Guess he wasn’t tough enough, because now your lips were pressed against his. You raised your chin slightly, trying to get his level as you wrapped an arm around his neck. Your muffled moans vibrated against Monty’s perfect lips that were nonstop devouring yours.

You wrapped a leg around his ass an attempt to pull him closer, which you did. His hands rested on the curves of your waist and at this point he was already hovering over your body that almost fully laid on the marble counter.

All was going well, but it was until you pulled away. “Don’t you think it’ll be better if we weren’t on camera?” You asked. You remembered that it’s the start of the night shift for some of the staff, and you don’t fell like get fired today; let only be on someone’s sex tape. 

“Tch, always so picky doll.”

”Better safe than sorry gator breath.” You teased. Luckily for you, you know the perfect spot.

*Cut to the Janitor’s Closet

”The hell are we gonna do here?”

”Whatever you like.” You say as you get placed on the table like a trophy. Whoever designed him, knew what they were doing- the muscles, the pure brawn that could hold and rip apart just about anything, piercing red eyes that are burn those in the midst of his gaze, and  the fangs so sharp that you’re sure it’d rip right through anyone. The whole alligator personification thing was on point with him. “Actually, I should give you a taste of your own medicine.” 

“Oh? Is that so?” 

“It is. What, you wanna try and prove me wrong babe? Be my guest.” You prosed. The man above you continues to smirk. You know he wants this. To push you until you ended up in a precarious situation. Then again, knowing Monty, he just didn’t think you had the guts. Well you did.

You smashed your lips against his. Damn they’re soft.  As you pull apart for air, you find yourself wanting more. Monty slowly lifts your arm off his shoulder and plants kisses starting from your wrist, and he stops at your elbow. What’s with the softest all of a sudden? You wrapped a leg around his ass an attempt to pull him closer, which you did. His hands rested on the curves of your waist and at this point he was already hovering over your body. The kiss grows more passionate, almost hungry.

“See? I just knew you were a slut for me.” Monty purred again, and you could feel him lining his cock up with your entrance as he spoke. 

When he’d gotten his pants down, you didn’t know. But, you didn’t much care either. 

The prep from his tongue helped, but he was still huge, and you couldn’t help whining and squirming uncomfortably as he pushed in none too gently. “I-It’s too big, take it out pl-“

Monty shoved his lips to yours, quieting you. “You’ll be fine, quit whining.” He said, but mercifully gave you a second of a break after he managed to bottom out inside you. 

It hurt when he started moving, roughly shoving himself in and out as he panted and groaned above you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to keep yourself quiet, holding on tightly to his arms while he did the same to your hips once more. 

At least he distracted you with more kisses until finally having his cock inside started to feel good. Much different than his tongue had felt, much better. The fullness that had initially been too uncomfortable to want to handle, now felt wonderful. And when he finally earned pleased noises from you again, 

“So tight. So perfect for me.” Monty groaned out his praises. God, it was too much. 

Suddenly…

“I can’t believe I let myself watch that.” A mysterious voice comes from behind you as he pulls out of you and sits down in exhaustion as you sat up and did the same. You look away from Monty and at the direction where the voice came from only to be met with the buff figure of Freddy Fazbear. 

“Freddy?..” You tilted your head and squinted your eyes, making sure you were seeing right. And you were. 

“I was watching it all, (Y/N). Never knew you were such a slut.” He degraded and walked towards your worn out body with a smirk on his face. Freddy was one of your bestest friends, and former crush, and knowing he saw you get fucked by Monty… you were speechless.

“Freddy, I’m sorry I—“ You were cut off by Freddy, he places his hand under your chin, wiping off the excess cum of Monty that landed on your face and giving it for you to lick. “You shouldn’t be sorry. Unless you won’t let me fuck you too,” He pauses.

“I’ll make sure you’re more than sorry.” You were no match against Freddy, you knew how good he was at making you flustered and it was no joke that he was much better than Monty. You breathed in, watching as Freddy made his way behind you.

”Back off FazFuck! She’s mine.” Monty growled. He was always so territorial about you, especially when it comes to Freddy being around. 

“As if someone like her would fall in love with someone as hubristic and ill-tempered as you.”

“WANNA BET THAT FUCKER?!”

You spoke before things escalated even further, worried one of them would get seriously injured.

"Easy you two, were you fighting over me?" you spoke up, the two abruptly stopped what they were doing. 

“Maybe/Perhaps…” They say in unison, eyes prying away from your naked form. You sigh,not realizing that Freddy had already taken off his pants, his cock now rubbing against your face as you opened your mouth, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you. Freddy slid his dick into your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your warm mouth on his large cock. 

“I miss this slutty mouth of yours..” Freddy’s chest rose up and down as he thrusted into your mouth, the visible bulge of his cock pounding deep into your throat appeared with every thrust. 

You could feel yourself having your second orgasm on Monty’s fingers as quickened his pace before taking out his fingers. Freddy threw his head back in pleasure still fucking your pretty face as he grabbed your chin. The room was filled with the sounds of your sucking on Freddy’s fat dick but it wasn’t loud enough for you to not hear the shuffling beside you. 

Still getting face fucked by Freddy, it wasn’t long till you felt Monty’s cock entering into your pussy with no warning. You moaned onto Freddy’s dick, making him push his whole length down your throat. But that wasn’t all, a few seconds after

You could almost feel your eyes crossing. Monty and Freddy were now all absolutely destroying your holes. It took a while for Monty to adjust, but Freddy was fine on his own, using your mouth like a dirty, little toy just for him.

Tears fell from both of your eyes as Freddy’s cum shot into your throat, but he didn’t stop thrusting into your poor mouth. You were already on your fifth orgasm, but they didn’t seem to be tired, not a single bit. Cum, along with saliva and your endless tears, were dripping from the corners of your mouth but Freddy didn’t do anything but laugh, not feeling a single bit of remorse for your dumb self. 

“Hello? Is someone here?” A high pitched voice called out in the darkness. Oh god. Oh god not him. Not—

“OH OH WE’RE SORRY!!! WE’RE SO SORRY!!!”

WE?

”My my, three naughty little faggots hiding in the closet. To what should be done?” 

You hear Monty huff in annoyance. “Get lost twigs. I can’t even deal with this guy.” He gestures to Freddy. 

“Do you need something, Sun? Moon?” Freddy asked politely, even though you could hear the poisonous tone in his voice. You knew it was the twins, you just wished they didn’t witness this; especially Sun, he’s too pure for—

“I want in.” That had better be Moon saying that.

”Is my dear brother insatiable~?” Nope. That was Moon. “It is fortunate for that we have time for ourselves.” Oh god, a fivesome… 

Sun and Moon both started to stripped off their clown clothes. And boy…Monty wasn’t exactly lying when he called them twigs. They were both astoundingly tall and incredibly skinny, like unhealthy skinny. Their ribs were defined beneath their skin and their ankles were thin and small. The definition of ectomorphic. Their faces were strangely handsome though, with their matching angular noses, cherubic cheeks dusted with pale, slightly shimmering freckles, and large, stunningly long dark lashes, and crooked grins. 

You found yourself tongue tied with Sun as Moon roughly groping your ass and your breasts. You moan in delight, he tasted like Lemonheads. A satisfying pop broke your kiss, you pant for air. “So pretty.” Sunrise cooed, “So cute when you look at me like that.” His long thumbs swiped a few tears off your stained cheeks. “Oh dear, you’re shaking, what’s the matter, is something wrong? Is it too much?”

”It’s obviously not enough.” 

Monty gave Sun a frown, before his gaze fell past him to you. A high-pitched “eep!” as he went from underneath Sun to sitting in his lap. Monty sat himself up with you sitting on his legs, back pressed against his large chest.

“Can’t have those two have all the fun.” he said.

Moon lay on his stomach, head propped up in one hand. He looked annoyed at having you stolen away again.  Sun quickly moved in close to Monty as Freddy propped himself against the table leg, crowding around you.

“Sharing is caring Montgomery.” Sun snides.

”You don’t plan on keeping her all to yourself?” Freddy asked.

“Better give her back soon~.” Moon growled.

Monty huffed and rolled his eyes. He hummed, the rumbling of it vibrating into your back, making you shiver. You were so pent up from Sun and Moon ministrations. Both twins’ hands ghosted over your body, reluctant to grab you again with Monty watching. ‘Course he pulled you closer before they can touch you.

“Hmph, I don’t think any of you know what you’re even doing.” Monty said to the three. “You should know to handle bitches like her.”

The twins grumbled, pulling away as Monty lifted his own hands. One wrapped over your chest, pressing firmly against his. The other traced down your body.

“Let an expert show you how it's done.” He said as his fingers slid down your waist.

Freddy and the twins were happy to sit and watch, moving back in close. Your little cloudy mind was overjoyed to have the touching return, excitement growing as Monty's fingers fell closer to centre. But then he skipped right over it, instead rubbing up and down your legs. You whined, spreading your legs just for him. Low, pleasuring vibrations rumble into your back as Monty chuckled quietly, finally slid his fingertips over your wet folds. Monty was still intent on teasing you, however, keeping away from your clit. You whined louder, frustration climbing. You’d been teased more than enough already! 

"M-Monty you fuck-k..."

You were pulled down until you were laying flat on your back, still on Monty’s long legs. Freddy's eyes lidded, hungrily watching you squirm. Indignant sounds from Moon could be heard, impatiently waiting for his turn. Sun drooled a little. God, this had been starting and stopping too many times now; you were more than ready to just get on with it!

Moon started to crawl closer to your whimpering self, a little to close for Monty's comfort. He glared at the ectomorph. 

“Hey, I called first dibs!” he clutch your waist tightly. Moon, who just shrugged one shoulder, a cat-like grin on his face, "pondered".

"Hmm...you took to long." and then he seized his chance.

He pulled your legs apart and leaned down. A warm, wet tongue rolled up your pussy, from opening to clit. Hips bucked, and Moon hummed a little laugh, holding you down as you licked him. Everyone moved in around you again, thankfully no longer fighting over you. You felt hands running through your hair and sliding all over you body. A face moved in for kisses. Long fingers traced up and down while small kisses were peppered along your arm. It was all blurring together; you couldn’t tell who was doing what. The pleasure was climbing quickly, faster than you could keep up with. It was too much. You arched and squirmed, cries falling with every breath as you writhed under them all.

A climax rushed over you. Everything went fuzzy in the best kind of way, and you panted as he slowly came back down. Moon was still licking you, though had mercifully left your sensitive clit alone. You couldn’t see anything past the blur of warm, brown, golden yellow, soft blue, and deep green. Your entire body was shivering, overly stimulated by everyone. 

“You really are sweet inside and out, dear.” Moon’s voice floated up to him.

You couldn’t even feel embarrassed by the teasing anymore, you could only lay there whimpering and totally pliant underneath all the hands and mouths on him. You felt something firm press gently against the opening, and a flutter of fear had you looking down. The others moved back a bit to let you see, and you watched Freddy’s fingers prod at you. Freddy leaned up for a quick kiss before moving back down.

“It’s alright, Superstar.” he said softly. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise alighted something in you, whining and squirming around again as the others kept you held down.

“I will be gentle with you.” he said.

You whined again, caught between wanting to deny it but also wanting more. Freddy’s fingers gently pushed inside, stretching him open. It stung a little, and Sun winced. Monty massaged your breasts, using it as a way to ease you into it.

“Relax, rockstar.” he said. “You can't quit now.”

When the fuck did Monty get softer? Rubbing off from Freddy somehow. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this humiliated and turned on at the same time! And then things just got worse - better? - because the twins joined in.

“Such a naughty girl for us.” Moon said.

“You look so beautiful underneath all of us.” Sun added .

The words were having just as much effect as Freddy’s fingers. Your entire body felt hot and smothered.

“Look at you. You’re being absolutely perfect.” Monty added. “Putting on a great little show for us.”

Freddy flexed his fingers, rubbing against the inner walls. You was already so close from the words that when Freddy curled his fingers into your sweet spot, you immediately came hard. Back arched, mouth gasping and wailing. Freddy’s fingers kept moving, Monty scratched your breasts, Sun kissed along your arms, Moon bit your neck and collarbone. You whined, high-pitched and right on the line between overstimulation and neediness. Tongue laying heavy inside your mouth, tripping the half-formed pleas that rushed past your lips. Your babbling was amusing, and you heard them laugh, saying all sorts of endearments like “cute” and “adorable” and “sweet”.

Freddy was being merciful once again by moving his fingers slowly in and out, careful not to overwhelm you too much. Everything lulled for a moment. From his place on your side, Sun leaned forward over your body as he inched closer to your centre. He took your hand, entwining their fingers. You felt Moon’s breath against your wet pussy, and shivered. He pressed little kisses over the folds before sliding his tongue across the clit. You squeaked and bucked up. The hands pressed your  hips back down. Slick practically flowed over Freddy's fingers as they worked into you. You shuddered, whimpered, and they all continued to shower praising words. The captured hand was pushed towards Suns's dick, eagerly curling against him. Your hand was held and guided into pumping motions. The dick twitching and curling around you hand with each stroke.

You tried very hard not to squeeze it as Moon lapped at his clit, Freddy thrusting his fingers in sync with him. You cried out louder and louder, his free hand scrambling for something to grab onto. Your body didn’t know if it wanted to push the sensations away or pull them closer. Your wrist was caught by a large hand and pinned down. You writhed helplessly beneath it all, eyes looking up and catching a red gaze. You felt long fingers continue to run through your now-wild hair, pulling it a little. You were going to cum again. It was climbing up to consume him. Whole body was shaking and writhing beyond control, anchored down by all the hands.

“I- I’m gon- I, ah ah! I g-ahh!” You didn’t even know what you were trying to say.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Freddy murmured, his fingers crooking and pumping.

The term of endearment tipped you over the edge, and you felt as if his entire body was rocked by the force of his third orgasm. Your hand squeezed down on Sun’s dick, but that seemed to be a good thing, because you heard a surprised yelp and felt a rush of liquid spill over your hand. His own release was gushing out of him, pooling in the palm of Freddy’s hand and dripping between his fingers. Speaking of Freddy, he made sure you could see him as he withdrew his hand, lifting it up to his face and pressing the flat of his tongue against his palm. He licked the slick off his hand, eyes blazing down at you. Staring back, you try to breath.

You lay there for a few minutes, winding down from the high. You pulled your hand away from Sun's dick, too gone to care about the cum that coated it. The soft touches and words continued. Their fingers traced up and down your torso, arms, neck. They looked down on you like he was a gift. Like they just couldn’t get enough.

And then somehow, large hands came in and wrapped around your middle. They easily lifted you up and turned you around. Soon you were met face-to-face with Dj, you don't remember how he got in without a sound. One hand left to move down, and fabric rustled. You glanced down, and jolted at the sight below. DJ had a big dick. So big and long it was scary. There was no way that thing was fitting inside you. Your bewilderment must have been obvious, because Dj let out a quiet, laugh. 

“Easy firefly.” he said.

He then lowered you down onto his lap. Immediately the appendage sought him out. It was long enough for the tip to reach your pussy, pressing and rubbing against it. You whimpered as you were lowered onto his back. The boys were sitting on both sides, their dicks hard again. Their hands were pumping as they watched you.

The tip of DJ pushed inside, you gasped. It pumped as the larger girth squeezed down around your thigh, moving back and forth around your leg to create friction. The other four groaned as their own peaks neared quickly. DJ's dick unfurled and it began thrusting into your pussy as deep as he could go without it hurting. One hand held you by the waist to keep you rooted in place while he fucked fast and hard. You wailed and screamed, body arching and shaking. DJ rubbed against your sweet spot with each stroke. You came so hard that you thought you would pass out. You felt DJ push deep inside of him, and a huge gush of warmth filled up. It stretch your insides, and groaned as DJ gently pulled out. Once he did, the cum poured out in a stream. You panted heavily. 

God, it was too much.

[colonel--sarge]

THE DREAM PACK AS DESCRIBED IN THE DREAM THIEVES

Joseph kavinsky

- gold chain necklace (pg 26)

- refugee's face (hollow eyed and innocent) (pg 26)

- long nose (pg 49)

- hollowed out heavy-lidded eyes (pg 49)

- dark, arched eyebrows (pg 49)

- spiked hair (pg 49)

- a small earring (pg 49)

- chain around his neck (pg 49)

- white tank top (pg 49)

- always moving (pg 49)

- "something erratic and vulgar about the full line of his lips" (pg 49)

- lives in a "hellish affluent subdivision" (pg 95)

- screws up the shift from third to fourth (pg 97)

- "hummed with a restless, unpredictable energy" (pg 180)

- "...erasing the ribs from his concave torso" (pg 211)

- "with his hollow cheeks, he was a ghoul in this light" (pg 212)

- "...was late, as always" (pg 266)

- wears white-rimmed sunglasses (pg 267)

- "...wore a white tank top, and his exposed shoulder was raw and beautiful as a corpse" (pg 268)

- "...the vein-covered peaks of kavinsky's knuckles..." (pg 284)

- his father: rich and powerful and Bulgarian, lived in Jersey where he was possibly a mobster (pg 313)

- his mother: tanned and fit and make with non-factory-standard parts, lived in the suburban mansion with kavinsky (pg 313)

- the rumor was: his mothers nasal septum had been eaten away by cocaine and his fathers patriarchal instinct had died when kavinsky tried to kill him (pg 313)

- "is it true that you tried to kill your father?"(said by ronan) "I never try to do anything, man. i do what i mean to" (kavinsky's response) (pg 313)

- "he tried to kill me" (talking about his father) (pg 314)

-  "his eyes glittered. he had no irises. just black and white" (pg 314)

- "the line of this smile was ugly and lascivious" (pg 314)

- "his already keen expression sharpened when he saw Ronan's dream object" (pg 315)

- heavy-lidded eyes (pg 315)

- "he was too high for food to be very interesting as anything besides a concept" (pg 317)

- "my favorite forgery is prokopenko" (pg 369)

- "...with that slow, despicable laugh in his voice" (pg 403)

- "I got away with dear old dad. and prokopenko. and no offense to your brother, but they were a lot more complicated" (pg 403)

- wears cargo pants (pg 411)

- "kavinsky looked at ronan, his eyes dead" (pg 412)

- his last words: "the worlds a nightmare" (pg 425)

- "he crumpled to his knees and then slumped gracelessly off the car" (pg 425)

- "but he had been dying since ronan met him." (pg 425)

prokopenko 

- one shoulder crooked and higher than the other (pg 214)

- ears like wing nuts (pg 214)

- has a matching Golf with Swan (pg 268)

skov

- drives an rx-7 (pg 268)

swan

- has a matching Golf with proko (pg 268)

Jiang 

- drives a Supra (pg 268)

BONUS!

nicknames that kavinsky has called ronan

- sweetheart (pg 284)

- rain man (pg 299)

- princess (pg 309)

- sailor (pg 312)

- sweetie (pg 409)

[goldengleams]

wherever you stray, i follow | cole caufield x reader

In which Cole asks you to meet his family.

A little moment for the cutest hockey player out there-Mr. Cole Caufield!!

Warnings: none, just fluff!!

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It was Saturday and you were out on the golf course with Cole. This had become a common occurrence in your relationship, as you both liked to golf, even if you weren’t anywhere near as good as he was. You just loved spending as much time with Cole as you could in the off-season.

As you reached the 9th hole, the early morning sun was just starting to turn hot. You and Cole had woken up early to play nine holes and you were glad for his golf expertise on the selection of the tee time. You took a drink of water as you leaned against the cart.

Cole was standing confidently in the tee box, squaring up his shoulders and getting ready for his driver shot. He swung, his club connecting perfectly with the ball to send it soaring up in the air.

“Nice shot, C!” You called.

Cole only bragged jokingly on the course, typically tossing jokes back and forth between the two of you, but today he was quiet. You knew you weren’t great at the sport, but Cole loved that you tried your hardest and practiced with him. You could see the small smile on his face behind your sunglasses as he reached to pick up his tee.

“Your turn, babe,” Cole mumbled as he walked past you to the cart.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Cole continued to stay turned away from you, checking his phone once again. You knew it was early, but you were lost as to why Cole had gotten quieter as the morning had gone on. It seemed like he was focused on something, especially something in his phone.

You brushed off Cole’s behavior to take your shot. Cole barely seemed to notice your swing, not offering you any sweet compliments or loving words of advice.

“Ready to go?” Cole asked, eyes finally lifting from his phone as he started your golf cart to find your ball. His hand had failed to find its spot on your thigh as you drove along in silence. In a way, it reminded you of the first time you had gone golfing with Cole, back when everything was so new to the both of you.

“Y/N? Is this alright?” Cole had asked at the time. You were approaching the green at the last hole, the shade and brush from the large willow tree near the side hiding the blush from your cheeks. Cole slid his hand on your thigh and for the first time that day, you felt calm. You were no longer worried about who would see you two or if you were actually exclusive. Cole had made all of that clear, and he was always there to help you understand that he really liked you.

“Yeah, totally not trying to distract me from my winning shot,” you had said, caught off guard when his hand rested on your thigh. Cole had laughed, bantering with you about the close match.

He had pulled off the path, hiding under the large willow tree for some shade. With a finger under your chin, lightly motioning you forward, he kissed you. He had probably said some cheesy line, but it didn’t matter. Butterflies still went crazy in your stomach for Cole.

“My golfer,” he had whispered, conveying his happiness that you were there. “This tree is pretty big y’know, no one would see us if we…”

“Don’t, Caufield.”

“Hey, c’mon,” he had laughed. “It’ll be our tree, we can mark it!”

But now, as you approached the tree, your unmarked tree, you didn’t have butterflies. Cole had been acting weird and it was starting to make you uneasy. In the past week, Cole had finalized his plans to travel to some different events for PR, see his old hockey friends to train, and then go home to see his family. You understood what you had signed up for when you started dating Cole and didn’t mind his schedule, but your worrying was getting the better of you.

The cart came to a stop near your ball, yours was first, as usual. Cole was looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you said, trying to collect yourself as you approached your shot. You gave it a swing, sending your ball closer to where Cole’s was sitting right on the fairway. You approached him again on the golf cart.

“You leave for all of your events and things next week, right?” You asked as Cole started driving.

Cole swallowed slowly and nodded. “Yeah, it should be alright.”

You knew Cole was a little nervous getting back into the swing of training and playing after his shoulder surgery, but you knew he could do it.

“Well, I’ll keep your house warm while you’re gone,” you joked. “I’ll be lonely without you, C.”

Your quiet admittance of the words that hung between you seemed to snap Cole out of whatever trance he had been in for the last few days.

“So come with me to Wisconsin,” he blurted out, quickly finding your hand with his as he hit the brake. “I think the Grand Prix is just a guys thing, and so is training, but I would love for you to come to Wisconsin.” You met his eyes as he looked at you with a hesitant gaze. You were pretty shocked-Cole was asking you to go home with him. To meet his friends and his family.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that broke out on your face. “Is this why you were being weird and quiet, Coley?”

Cole pulled away from your hands that had started to caress his face. You knew he was serious when he moved away from your touch.

“Yeah, I just want you to be a part of my summer,” he said. “You helped me through the winter, which is long as shit in Montreal and now I want fun summer memories with you.”

You leaned up to give him a kiss, tasting hints of his drink on his lips. He closed the space between you quickly.

“Oh,” he mumbled, pulling away. “Did I mention there’s also a wedding? My cousin is also getting married and she was practically begging me to invite you, so I hope you’re ready to meet the Caufield’s because they know a lot about you.”

You threw your head back and laughed. Cole didn’t get very nervous, but when he did, he always rambled a little.

“No, you didn’t say it was for a wedding, but I’d be honored to be your plus-one, Cole.” You swore Cole’s eyes lit up when you said it. You would be his date any day.

“All good things happen at this willow tree,” Cole said, amused. “Remind me to ask you to marry me here.”

You smacked his chest, a little taken back. In the midday light, Cole’s skin shone and his hair glistened. You ran a hand up his arm to silently reassure him.

“You may be pushing it, but I wouldn’t be mad about it, C.”

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Hope you guys liked this! Cole Caufield is too cute not to write a fluffy little blurb for🥹 send in some requests if you want to see more posts like this!!

…part 2?

[didhewinkback]

Anonymous asked: Imagine somethingoldrry playing golf🤭

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The smile hadn’t left his face since he stepped off the green. There was nothing quite like a good day hitting the links, especially one with this gorgeous view, the fresh Scotland air making him feel rejuvenated, human, alive. Feeling like he could take on the whole world. Feeling like he kinda already did.

He sinks back into the leather chair in the clubhouse suite, barely listening as your dad and the other gents compare the best shots of the day, his mind drifting back to the conversation he had a few hours earlier. 

He had been absolutely bricking it, trying his best to play it cool, though he already knew what your dad would say - he’d already spoken to your mum - but he wanted to get it right. Wanted to be absolutely clear in how much you meant to him, how much he wanted to take care of you for the rest of your life, how you were the greatest thing to ever, ever happen to him. 

His hands were shaking as he pulled your dad aside just before the 5th hole, when everyone was stretching their legs and strategizing their next moves. He cleared his throat a few times, sliding his sunglasses into his hair and adjusting his gloves as your dad watched in patient silence, a small, knowing smile on his face.

“Haven’t seen you this nervous since you broke my mother’s vase when you were nine.” Ian jokes and it forces a choked laugh out of Harry as he shakes his head, finally feeling brave enough to look him in the eye. 

“‘S more important than a vase.” he says, watching as Ian’s face softens, his eyes twinkling. Harry steels himself, inhaling deeply before launching into it. 

“She’s the love of my life, you know. Always has been, in ways maybe I wasn’t ready to face when I was younger but now… I’ve never been more sure of anything. These past three years with her have been the greatest of my life ‘nd I know I’ve been a bloody idiot in the past but it’s not - I’m not -”

“I know,” Ian says gently. 

“Want to spend the rest of my life with her. ‘Nd I promise I’ll take care of her ‘nd I know she’ll take care of me. Nothing - nothing in my life compares to how it feels to be in her orbit ‘nd to have her love me the way she does. She makes me a better man every single day ‘nd I’ve never been more grateful or thankful for anything than I am to get to be hers. I know she’d have my bloody head if I ask for your permission like she’s some prized cow -” he says and Ian huffs out a watery laugh, nodding his head in agreement as tears well up in his eyes. “But I’d like your blessing.  To marry your daughter. ‘S all I’ve - I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He watches with bated breath as emotion passes over Ian’s face before he smiles a wide, watery grin as the tears slide down his face.  

“Of course you’ve got my blessing, H. Nothing would make me happier.”

“Yeah?” Harry says, the nerves from before completely dissipating, giving way to overwhelming gratitude, relief, love. 

“It’d be one of the greatest joys of my life to get to welcome you into the family officially.” he says, voice cracking with emotion as he takes a deep breath. “Always considered you a second son anyhow.”

That stops Harry in his tracks, inhaling deeply as tears fill his eyes, the emotion threatening to spill over any second. It’s been that way for him, too. Your dad has always been there, ever since he was a kid and his own father figures were less accessible. A leader by example, one of the kindest, gentlest souls he’s ever known. A man as unafraid to wear his heart on his sleeve as he was to tell a truly awfully cheesy joke. Someone he’s looked up to his whole life. One of the most devoted husbands and fathers he’s ever known.

“Me too. I always - you’ve always been -”

“I know, son. Come here.” he says, wrapping him in a big hug, the two of them holding tightly.

It’s a few moments before they pull away with firm slaps on the back, sheepish laughs as they wipe their eyes. 

“When are you planning on doing it?”

“Couple months,” he says. “We’re heading to Italy once the tour’s done so thought it’d be nice to do it there.”

“You know, Ang is going to kill you when she learns you asked me and not her.”

“Oh I know. ‘S why I asked her last night.” Harry says, chuckling as Ian tilts his head back and roars with laughter. “Thought it’d be too suspicious to try to steal both of you away ‘nd I knew if I didn’t ask her first, she’d have my bloody head. She didn’t utter a word because she wanted me to surprise you today.” 

“Good lad.” he says, hand falling to Harry’s shoulder before squeezing once as they head back onto the course. What had started out as a fun day of golf now brimming with something deeper. A new beginning of sorts.

He’s snapped out of his reverie by the sound of his phone ringing, momentarily disoriented as he finds himself back in the clubhouse suite, grin widening when looks at his phone, immediately swiping to answer your facetime call.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hey handsome,” you say and he can see you’re standing in the backyard of the rental, the sun radiating off your skin perfectly. God, he’s lucky. “How’d it go? How’d my dad do?”

At the mention of his name, your dad leans over the armchair and Harry pans the camera towards his face. 

“You know, bug, it got pretty intense with all the fans out there.” Ian says solemnly, “I had asked them not to come but they can’t resist when they hear I’m in the area. Couldn’t get them to stop chanting “I-an! I-an! I-an!” 

“Oh my god.” Harry hears you say before pulling the phone back to his face, chuckling as he shakes his head. 

“That answer your question for you?” he asks as he stands, excusing himself with a point to the balcony as Ian nods and waves him off. He closes the sliding door behind him and pulls the phone up to his face again, unable to take his eyes off you. He was going to marry you one day. You were going to be his wife. 

“You’re not listening to a bloody word I am saying.”

“What?”

“Harry!” you say with a laugh. 

“Sorry, love. Just got distracted by your beautiful face.”

You squint at him dubiously through the screen before shaking your head with a smile.

“Should let you golf more often if you’re going to be this sweet to me.” you say, eyes looking him up and down. “And look this fit.”

“Yeah? You like the look?” he asks as you nod, simmering eyes staring back at him. He wiggles his eyebrows at you, smirking as his voice deepens. “Just wait until you hear about my stroke game. ‘Nd how well I just sink into the hole -”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head at him. 

“You cheeky bastard.” you say, laughter lacing through your words. “As I was saying before someone rudely distracted me - ”

“Can’t help it if my powers of seduction are simply too much for you, love.”

“I’m gonna hang up.”

He giggles. “‘M sorry, what were you going to say?”

“Are you heading off soon? The mums wanted to know when we can start cooking.”

“Yeah, we’re wrapping up here, probably be home in like 30?”

“Sounds good. I’m going to go help them and I’ll see you soon? You really do look fucking fit. ” you say, biting your lip as you stare at him. “You know, I’ve got a pretty good stroke game myself, would be happy to give you a few pointers.” 

“‘M the luckiest bastard alive.” he says with utter sincerity and you tilt your head back in laughter. 

“Okaaay.” you say, rolling your eyes. “See you soon, yeah? Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” he says, blowing you a kiss before you hang up, slapping his phone against his hand as he mutters to himself: “Can’t wait to show you how much.”

He really, really couldn’t.

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[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - That One Looks Like You

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut AGAIN ;)

wc: 13.4k

previous chapter here

note: My longest chapter yet!! I'm really proud of it, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also i kinda feel like this is the filtiest thing ive written, so keep that in mind! ;) I *kind of* wrote this one so that you could read this just on it's own, so even if you haven't been reading along with the rest of the story, this is just a nice chapter to read.

Okay, I'll stop yapping, have fun reading!

The rest of the summer after the beginning of July seems to zoom by in a flash. Satoru’s long days were filled with working in the office and then coming home to feed Shiro and snuggle up on the couch next to Suguru while planning their vacation. Once Satoru had suggested Okinawa, there wasn’t any more discussion about where they would be going. 

“Let me plan everything.” Satoru begged. “Pleaseee?”

“Are you sure?” Suguru asked, not completely sure if he wanted to put the entire responsibility of the trip into Satoru’s hands. It’s not that he didn’t trust him to do it, but he just liked knowing what was going on. 

“Yes, I promise I’ll do everything.” Satoru begged, wanting to go crazy with it. He wanted their first vacation together to really be something to remember.

That’s how they ended up in a villa with their own private pool for five nights in Okinawa. Their flight arrived on time, with thankfully no issues at the airport this time after Suguru made sure they were there with plenty of time to spare. Satoru arranged for them to take the ferry the hour and a half trip north from Naha to Motobu. Once they finally make it to their resort, Suguru starts becoming more and more suspicious as he notices the way everything looks like it’s straight out of a luxury real estate magazine. He waits back while Satoru gets them checked in and gets the keys to their villa.

“Why do I have a feeling that I shouldn’t trust you?” Suguru asks with narrowed eyes as they load their bags onto a small golf cart so that the resort employee can take them to where they’re staying for the week. 

“Why wouldn’t you trust me?” Satoru asks as the driver takes off down the path towards their villa. The warm late summer breeze blows through his short snowy hair as he looks over at Sugru with a mischievous seeming smile on his face. His sunglasses sit on his face, shielding his eyes from the bright Okinawan sun beating down on them. 

“You’re asking me that while you have that smile on your face.” Suguru says with a suspecting smile, feeling the half of his hair that’s down blowing in the wind behind him. He rests his arm along the back of the seat, allowing him to mindlessly brush Satoru’s shoulder with his thumb. Their bags sit on the back of the cart as they make the short drive and finally pull up to a simple looking black steel gate. They grab all of their things from the cart and thank the driver before he heads back the direction they came, leaving them alone. Satoru opens the gate and Suguru follows closely behind. From the road, you can’t see much as it’s mostly covered by trees and other landscaping, but after they pass through the gate, the path to the front door is full of lush manicured plants and a pond with a small waterfall. 

Suguru is speechless just looking at the outside as they approach the front door. Satoru turns around and hands the key card to Suguru. “You open it.”

“Why me?” Suguru asks, slightly confused.

“I planned everything, I already know what it looks like! I want you to be surprised.” Satoru says with a child-like smile, urging him towards the door to open it. Suguru takes the key card and looks at Satoru with a suspicious look on his face, not knowing what to expect on the other side of the door. He taps the key to the door and turns the knob before pushing open the door and stepping inside. 

Suguru is speechless as he opens the door to see the beautiful inside of their villa. His mouth hangs open as he steps just inside and takes a look around. “Baby?” He asks, making his way in further. Satoru steps inside and closes the door behind them, setting their bags off to the side of the door to take to the bedroom after they look around. 

“Yes, my sweet?” Satoru asks, walking in to meet Suguru as he stands in the middle of the gorgeous living room that overlooks their own private pool. The water comes up to the edges, looking like glass as it reflects the bright blue sky above.

“How much was all this?” He asks, turning back to look at Satoru with wide eyes. 

“That doesn’t matter, do you like it?” Satoru asks, shaking his head and brushing off his question completely. 

“Satoru, it’s beautiful, but this must have cost you a fortune!” Suguru shouts as he continues looking around. 

“It wasn’t too bad.” Satoru says with a shrug as he stands with his hands in his pockets. “You want a tour?” He asks, having looked at this place for months and knowing it well.

“Trust fund baby.” Suguru mumbles as he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s waist and pulling him in for a tight hug. 

“Did Shoko tell you to say that?!” Satoru asks, furrowing his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes at Suguru for just a moment before wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly. 

“Nope. So, how about that tour?” Suguru says with a smug grin before he presses a quick kiss to Satoru’s cheek. 

“You’re lucky I love you more than anything on Earth.” Satoru says, shaking his head as they break from their hug. Suguru smiles back at him, ready to be taken on a tour. “Well we’ve already seen the kitchen and the living room, but if we head back through here on the other side of the front door, there’s the bedroom.” They step into the bedroom to see a perfectly made bed facing a wall of glass doors that fold back into the walls. The bedroom overlooks the pool just like the living room, but has its own separate seating area out on the patio. 

They continue through the bedroom to the bathroom that has a gigantic tub, along with a shower that’s connected to a small cove where an outdoor shower sits. “I think we’re gonna like this.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows with a wink as he points out the outdoor shower. Suguru shakes his head as he rolls his eyes, but smiles, knowing that he’s probably right. “Okay, now one of my favorite parts!” Satoru says, grabbing Suguru’s hand and pulling him back out towards the living room.

“Babe, you don’t have to pull me, I’m right here.” Suguru says with a chuckle, having no choice but to keep following behind him. 

“Yeah but you’re not going fast enough!” Satoru exclaims as they make it to a spiral staircase that sits to the side of the dining room. They make their way up the stairs and come out to a rooftop deck, complete with an outdoor kitchen. Suguru’s mouth hangs open as they step into the outdoor living area. The view of the bright blue ocean just past all the vegatation is enough to make Suguru speechless once again. “Do you like it?” Satoru asks, noticing Suguru has fallen somewhat silent.

“Baby, you really didn’t have to go all out like this.” Suguru says, feeling bad about how much he probably spent on this place and vacation as a whole. 

“Yes I did! I wanted us to enjoy our first vacation together.” Satoru explains as they look at the ocean view together. Suguru turns to look at Satoru for a moment before grabbing the sides of his face gently and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Satoru grabs the sides of Suguru’s shirt, holding him close as their lips press together. Suguru smiles at the feeling.

“I would’ve enjoyed anything with you. Thank you, Toru.” Suguru whispers up against Satoru’s lips as their foreheads rest together. The warm salty ocean breeze flows between them as they stand there for a moment. 

“You’re welcome, Sugu.” Satoru whispers back before leaving one more kiss on Suguru’s lips. “Should we unpack?” He suggests. Suguru nods his head and they make their way back down the stairs and toward the front door to grab their bags before heading into the bedroom. 

“You brought a swimsuit, right?” Satoru asks as he pulls out his own and puts it into one of the drawers in the closet.

“Of course I did.” Suguru says as he unpacks his own bag. “But…” He continues, thinking for a moment before finishing his thought. “This is just our pool, right?” He asks, looking back to Satoru.

The grin on Satoru’s face is wide as he turns around. “Oh I’m way ahead of ya, babe.” Satoru says, knowing exactly what he’s getting at. “We don’t have to wear anything in the pool, but we probably want to if we’re gonna go in the ocean.” Suguru smiles to himself, thankful that he doesn’t ever really have to explain himself to Satoru. He somehow always knows exactly what he’s thinking. “There’s a path right there that leads out to the beach, but technically it’s a public beach, so anyone can be there.” He explains, pointing out past the pool to a sandy pathway that leads away into the greenery. “But the closest villa isn’t that close, so we should have it to ourselves most of the time.”

“Good to know.” Suguru says with a smile on his face as he moves to stand behind Satoru. He snakes his arms in front of him and rests his head on the back of Satoru’s shoulder, inhaling deeply before letting it out slowly. 

“You sleepy?” Satoru asks, continuing to put his clothes into the drawers of the closet. They had a pretty early flight so that they could get to the resort as early as possible, but that meant that they had to wake up at 4am. Satoru had no problem with it, but Suguru didn’t manage to get any coffee for himself, so he was left feeling sluggish and half dead after their morning and early afternoon of traveling.

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, nodding his head sluggishly against Satoru’s back. 

“How about you go lay down and I’ll finish unpacking, okay?” Satoru suggests, his voice sweet and soothing as Suguru feels his eyelids getting heavier with every passing moment. “I’ll be there in just a minute.” He says, feeling Suguru lift his head from off of his back and his arms release from around his waist. Suguru presses a delicate kiss to the back of Satoru’s neck before heading out of the closet to go lay down in bed. 

Satoru smiles to himself at the feeling, wanting to quickly finish unpacking so that he could go join Suguru in bed. He knows that Suguru didn’t have any kind of caffeine this morning, simply because they were just so busy making sure they had everything that it completely slipped his mind. Satoru hums softly to himself as he neatly puts everything away and moves onto their bathroom bags. He puts everything on the counter and the adjacent shelves neatly before sticking their empty bags back in the closet. 

When he steps out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, Suguru is laying on top of the white duvet, not even bothering to pull it back and climb under. Satoru smiles as he looks at how Suguru looks with his eyes closed, peacefully resting on his side with his arm wrapped around one of the fluffy pillows. Satoru takes his sunglasses off of his head and sets them on the nightstand before laying down next to him. Suguru already seems to be asleep, but Satoru moves in close, taking Suguru’s arm and wrapping it over his waist to replace the pillow. Suguru’s mouth twitches into a smile as he pulls Satoru closer and takes a deep breath, holding him close. 

“You asleep already?” Satoru whispers, not wanting to wake him if he is. 

“Mm-mm.” Suguru responds, his face now resting on Satoru’s chest. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulder, holding him close as he sits a bit higher in the pillows, his head nearly leaning up against the headboard. 

“You get some rest, I’ll be right here.” Satoru coos, pulling his phone out of his pocket to scroll aimlessly while Suguru takes a nap. 

“Wake me up in 45 minutes.” He mumbles against Satoru’s chest. 

“Will do, sleeping beauty.” Satoru says with a smile on his face. He puts his phone down and looks down at Suguru’s face as it’s squished up against his chest. He looks at the way his eyelashes sit delicately against his cheeks, the way his hair falls down in front of his face, the way his lips have a slight pout on them as he drifts off to sleep. Satoru lets one hand rub soothing circles on his back, knowing it’ll help him fall asleep faster. His other hand carefully brushes Suguru’s hair back, running his fingers through his hair slowly. Before he knows it, Suguru’s breathing slows and becomes more even, letting him know that he’s asleep. 

Being the little shit that he is, Satoru finds this as the perfect opportunity to take some pictures. He picks his phone back up from where it sits beside him on the bed and opens the camera. He tries to find the most ridiculous angle that he can photograph Suguru at, but no matter what he does, Suguru looks absolutely perfect. “Ugh.” Satoru grumbles quietly, irritated that he can’t even get one where he looks somewhat bad. “Why do you have to be so blessed?” Satoru whispers mostly to himself as he continues scrolling on his phone. 

He doesn’t realize it, but his eyes are starting to feel just as heavy the longer he lays there under the weight of Suguru resting on him. Before he can do anything about it, he’s out like a light.

It’s no less than three hours later when Suguru finally wakes up. He notices that Satoru is also asleep and immediately checks the time on his watch. 

“Baby.” Suguru says softly, trying to shake Satoru awake while still groggy from his nap that lasted much longer than intended. “Satoru.” He says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“What?!” Satoru asks, shooting up and quickly taking a deep breath. “I’m awake!” He shouts, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself. 

“Toru, I told you 45 minutes.” Suguru says, laying back into the pillows on his side of the bed. 

“Yeah.” Satoru says, still not completely awake yet.

“That was three hours ago.” 

“Oh…” He says, realizing that he fell asleep without setting an alarm. “I’m sorry, Gugu, I guess I was pretty tired too.” Satoru says with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Do we have anything planned for the rest of the day that we need to get ready for?” Suguru asks, wanting to make sure they aren’t missing somewhere they should be.

“Actually, I planned on having dinner here tonight so that we didn’t have to do anything today. Does that sound alright?” He asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. “I had groceries delivered before we even got here, so we have everything we need already. Suguru smiles up at him from his side of the bed.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Suguru asks, the smile easily heard laced into his sickly sweet tone.

“Yes… But I’d love to hear you tell me again.” Satoru says, leaning back across the bed to give Suguru a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much, you have no idea.” 

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Satoru says with a smirk as he stands up. He grabs onto the bottom hem of his tshirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it randomly to the corner as he heads into the bathroom.

“Satoru, why don’t you put it in the closet?” Suguru asks with a huff as he stands up from his side of the bed. He goes to pick up the discarded shirt and tosses it into the closet before continuing on into the bathroom. 

“You wanna take a swim?” Satoru asks, turning back around to Suguru as he unties his shorts that already sit low on his hips. Suguru flashes a smile at Satoru, looking him up and down quickly before agreeing. He goes to open up the doors that connect their bedroom to the patio and pool, letting in the warm late afternoon air. Suguru takes his own shirt off and adds it to the pile that was already started in the closet. He starts to untie his own shorts when he hears the sound of running footsteps followed by a loud splash. He smiles to himself, hurrying out to look at Satoru in the pool as he comes back up. 

“Did you fall?” Suguru calls out, not exactly sure what had happened.

The water moves with a circular ripple effect away from Satoru, slightly spilling over the edges of the pool into the gutters. “No, I jumped in! Come on! It’s so nice!” He calls out as he brushes his dripping wet hair out of his face and rests up against the wall with his arms up on the deck. His chin rests on his hands as he watches Suguru standing in the bedroom. Suguru finally pulls off his shorts and is left standing there in nothing besides the hair tie on his wrist. He quickly ties his hair up into a bun as he walks over to the stairs of the pool, Satoru’s eyes locked on him the entire way. 

“Stop looking at me like you wanna eat me.” Suguru says as he steps into the pool, the cool water feeling soothing against his skin under the hot evening sun. 

“What if I do wanna eat you, though?” Satoru asks, swimming over towards Suguru with a suggestive smirk on his face. He stands up and wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders. Their warm skin presses up against each other, nothing but water standing in between them. 

“Well…” Suguru starts, feeling Satoru’s legs wrap around his waist. He puts his hands underneath his legs, holding Satoru up as he walks deeper into the pool, feeling the cool tiles under his feet. “I think you’ll have to wait until after dinner.” 

Satoru lets his head fall back and rest in the water as he furrows his eyebrows and lets out a groan, hanging onto Suguru with his fingers laced behind the back of his neck. “Ughh.”

“And now you’re pouting?” Suguru asks, looking down at him, unimpressed.

“Sugu, I know you’re just being cruel by making me wait.” 

“I’m being cruel, am I?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow at Satoru as he lays back with his hair in the water. 

“Yesss.” Satoru draws out before sitting back up to wrap his arms tightly around Suguru’s shoulders once again. He looks at Suguru with his bottom lip stuck out and upturned eyebrows as he tries to get his way.

“I think you can wait.” Suguru says, nodding his head and letting go of Satoru’s legs. Satoru drops his legs, but keeps his hold around Suguru’s shoulders as they drift back and forth in the pool. He furrows his eyebrows once more before pressing a deep kiss to Suguru’s lips. “You’re not gonna change my mind, baby.” Suguru says as Satoru continues trying to attack his lips. Satoru finally gives up and lets go, swimming over to the opposite wall of the pool. “Are you gonna pout over there now?” 

“Yeah.” Satoru says, facing the direction of the beach with his arms crossed in front of his chest. 

“Baby.” Suguru coos, swimming over to stand at the wall next to him. “You can’t just pout when you don’t get what you want.” He smiles, thinking to himself that it sounds like he’s talking to a toddler.

“Sugu, you can’t expect me to be skinny dipping with you in our private pool on vacation and not want to have sex with you.” Satoru explains dramatically, still looking forward and refusing to turn and look at Suguru who chuckles lightly. 

“Satoru,” Suguru starts, his saccharine voice saying Satoru’s name never fails to make him completely melt at the sound of it. He can’t help but finally turn to look at Suguru as he talks. “If you behave, and stop acting like a brat when you don’t get your way…” He continues, looking at Satoru with raised eyebrows. “I’ll be honest, I’ve already thought about fucking you on every surface in this house.” He says with a straight face. Satoru’s cheeks immediately flush a shade of pink, surprised at Suguru’s blunt response. “So, are you going to stop being so greedy and behave for a while?” He asks, looking at Satoru, waiting for an answer.

Satoru nods his head, but Suguru raises his eyebrows at him once again. “Yes sir.” Satoru says, knowing that Suguru wants to hear it out loud. 

“There’s my good boy.” Suguru says with a sweet smile. “Now, what are we making for dinner?” He changes the subject and leaves Satoru with a quick peck on the cheek.

After swimming for a while longer, they both get out and rinse off before getting dressed once again to make dinner. They make chicken stir fry together before sitting down at the table to eat, the view of the pool and the trees just outside the doors. 

“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Suguru asks as they eat their meal.

“Well, nothing’s set in stone, but I thought that maybe we could go to the aquarium tomorrow.” Satoru suggests. “I haven’t been here since I was a kid, but I remember it being amazing.” He explains, knowing that Suguru has never been before. “I already have tickets, but we can go any day this week.”

“Let’s do that tomorrow morning.” Suguru suggests. “Or whenever we get out of bed, really. It doesn’t matter what time, to me.”

“It closes at 6:30, so that gives us plenty of time even if we wake up a little late.”

“Anything else planned that I should know about?” Suguru asks, wanting to know a little bit more about what they would be doing during their week-long stay. 

“Well… I have dinner reservations for us on Thursday at the restaurant here. It’s pretty fancy and it was not easy to get reservations, so I hope you’re excited.”

“I can’t wait.” Suguru says with a soft smile on his face, excited for whatever they have planned for the week. 

“Most of the time is just open and we can do whatever we want, but I wanted this to be a relaxing vacation, so I didn’t plan too much. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it is, baby. I’m happy just being here with you.”

Satoru smiles across the table at him as they continue eating their dinner, the setting sun coming through the window and lighting their faces with a golden bath of sunlight. “You want some dessert?” Satoru asks, grabbing both of their plates and taking them back to the kitchen before opening the fridge.

“I’m good right now baby, I think I’m gonna go shower, okay?” Suguru says, standing up from his spot at the table.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” Satoru says with a smirk as he opens up an ice cream bar from the freezer and sticks it in his mouth. Suguru smiles to himself as he makes his way back towards the bathroom to take a shower before bed. Satoru finishes his ice cream and also heads to the bedroom. He strips down to his underwear and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up over himself as he looks at his phone. All the lights are turned off except for the bathroom lights overflowing out into the bedroom. 

Satoru didn’t even realize how tired he was until he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Shit, no. He tries to fight it, but ultimately loses the battle and drifts off to sleep, waiting for Suguru to join him in bed. 

Suguru finishes his shower and finally turns off the bathroom light before heading back out only to see that Satoru is fast asleep in the middle of the bed. Suguru smiles to himself as he climbs into bed beside him. “Satoru?” He whispers, not wanting to wake him if he really is asleep. When there’s no answer, he figures that he really must have been the tired one after their day of traveling. “Good night, Toru.” Suguru whispers before leaving a delicate kiss to his temple and draping his arm over his waist. The sound of the ocean acts as white noise helping him drift peacefully off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

“That one looks like you.” Suguru says, pointing to a preserved goblin shark sitting in one of the many tanks in the deep sea section of the aquarium. 

“Hey!” Satoru whisper-yells while Suguru chuckles quietly. He looks around, trying to find something that he can compare Suguru to to get back at him. “Yeah? Well you look like that one.” Satoru retorts, pointing at one of the spider crabs in the main tank. 

“I do not!” Suguru tries to argue back as they walk through the exhibit.

“Yes you do, but don’t worry, I love you no matter what you look like, Sugu.” Satoru coos, trying to turn it around. Suguru shakes his head as he grabs Satoru’s hand and pulls him along, wanting to go to the next section. “Would you love me if I was a goblin shark?” 

“Shut up, of course I would. Let’s go to the Kuroshio sea already.” Suguru says, getting impatient and wanting to finally see the large tank. They head back through a room with a tank full of sharks and make out to the large blue room. The blue light coming from the tanks is all that’s lighting the entire room. The two of them walk towards the back of the room so that they can get the view of the whole thing, as well as stay on the edges of the crowd. Suguru’s mouth is open as the giant whale shark swims by, along with a few other fish swimming alongside with it. 

Satoru doesn’t pay attention to the actual fish as much as he does to Suguru’s reaction to it all. He smiles as he watches Suguru look at everything, just taking it all in. 

“This is so fucking cool.” Suguru whispers, not wanting one of the many kids running around to hear him cursing. Satoru chuckles lightly and smiles as Suguru finally turns to look at him. 

“Isn’t it?” Satoru asks, finally turning to look at the tank for a moment. Hundreds of fish swim together, their scales shining as they all turn together as a school. There are so many different species of fish and other sea life, he doesn’t even know what to focus on.

“Your eyes are the same color.” Suguru says, looking between Satoru and the massive tank in front of them. Satoru smiles silently, giving Suguru’s hand a squeeze as he turns to look at him once again. Suguru is too busy looking at the giant manta ray that swims by, also accompanied by many smaller fish. He takes out his phone and snaps just a couple pictures before putting it away. What he didn’t notice, though, was Satoru taking pictures of his reactions to everything. 

Satoru slips his phone back in his pocket sneakily, excited to go back and look at the pictures later. 

“What are you smiling about?” Suguru asks, suddenly suspicious of Satoru’s smiley state. 

“What? I can’t smile when I’m with you?” Satoru asks defensively, raising his eyebrows at him. Suguru narrows his eyes at him, still slightly suspicious, but not knowing what about. They stay in the same spot for about 10 minutes just looking and watching all the fish that continue to swim by. “Are you hungry?” Satoru asks, finally speaking up.

“Sure.” Suguru says, nodding his head. Satoru leads the way to the cafe where they luckily are able to get a table next to the glass. 

They eat their food while giant manta rays and whale sharks swim by just above them, making for a breathtaking lunch. “Thank you, baby.” Suguru says, looking across the table at Satoru as he eats the blue colored cupcake he picked out. “This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, Suguboo.” Satoru says with a big smile on his face, his mouth full of cupcake. 

“You wanna head back after you’re done?” Suguru suggests. They had already been at the aquarium for a good few hours and had seen pretty much everything. Satoru nods his head eagerly as he finishes stuffing the last bit of the cupcake into his mouth. He quickly finishes and they clean up after themselves before heading back towards the front to catch their ride back to the resort. 

The ride isn’t too terribly long, but Suguru enjoys looking out the window as they drive along the coast. Satoru rests his head on Suguru’s shoulder and lets his fingers brush aimlessly along his thigh, slowly making their way further and further up until Suguru finally pushes his hand back down towards his knee with a quiet click of his tongue. 

“Did you forget when I told you to behave and you agreed?” Suguru asks, leaning in close to Satoru’s ear for only him to hear. 

“Nope.” Satoru says with a cheeky smile. Suguru shakes his head and scoffs lightly at him, knowing that he’s just trying to get him riled up. 

“Well…” Suguru starts, his voice low and dark, “The more you keep acting like this, the longer you’re prolonging getting what you want.” He says before pulling back and flashing Satoru the sweetest smile possible. Satoru swallows thickly as he sits back in his seat, deciding to keep his hands to himself for the remainder of the drive. 

They make it back to the villa and head back inside, thoroughly surprised with how much fun they had at the aquarium. “Did you have fun, Gugu?” Satoru asks as Suguru closes the door behind them. He turns around and his hands find a spot on Suguru’s waist, pulling him in closer. 

“I really did.” Suguru says as he gets closer to Satoru’s face. Satoru looks at him, waiting for a moment before Suguru finally closes the gap with a deep kiss. “Thank you.” He whispers before leaving him with one last kiss before walking past him into the bedroom. Satoru lets out a groan and follows behind him, thinking that their kiss would lead somewhere. 

“Do you wanna go down to the beach?” Satoru suggests, going to grab his swim shorts from where they sit in the drawer.

“Sure!” Sugugu calls out from the bathroom. “Just let me put my hair up and we can go, okay?” 

Satoru gets into his swimsuit and sits on the cushy bench at the foot of the bed as he waits for Suguru. Suguru finally comes out of the bathroom with his hair up and his swimsuit on, ready to head down to the beach. Satoru stands up, excited and ready to go swim in the ocean. “Sugu, you look so cute in your little yellow shorts.” Satoru says as they make their way down the sandy path that leads to the water. 

“Says you.” Suguru says, leaving a quick smack to Satoru’s ass, making him jump as they continue down the path.

“Ah!” He lets out a yelp as he jumps at the feeling. “Don’t do that!”

“Shut up, you love it.” Suguru says with a smirk. Satoru is silent, knowing what Suguru’s telling the truth and if he tries to say otherwise, he’ll call him out on it. They make it down to the beach after their short walk, and spot a daybed with linen curtains draped over it flowing in the light ocean breeze. They drop their towels onto the bed and Satoru immediately sprints into the water, splashing like crazy the entire way. Suguru chuckles to himself as he sets his book down and covers it with his towel and goes to join Satoru in the water. 

“Come on! It’s perfect!” Satoru calls out, trying to hurry Suguru along. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down.” Suguru murmurs as he finally wades into the water. The light blue water is the perfect temperature to combat the hot afternoon sun. Satoru almost immediately splashes Suguru as he gets closer to him. “Hey!” Suguru shouts, trying to shield himself from his attack. Once he gets close enough, he starts splashing him back, but much more effectively.

“Ah! Okay, okay! That’s enough!” Satoru shouts, quickly surrendering to Suguru’s relentless splashing. 

“So quick to give up, huh?” Suguru teases as he stops splashing and stands next to Satoru as they bob up and down in the calm waves. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and subsequently, his legs around his hips. Suguru holds underneath Satoru’s legs as he hangs onto him like a koala. 

Satoru smiles at Suguru as their faces rest just inches apart. He closes the gap and presses his lips to Suguru’s, tasting the salt of the ocean on his mouth. Suguru reciprocates, licking his tongue lightly along Satoru’s bottom lip. He feels him smile against his lips and pulls away suddenly, pulling a whine from him. 

“Suguruuuu.” Satoru whines. “I just want to kiss youuu.” He draws out his words, looking at Suguru with puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“You see, Toru… I think you have ulterior motives.” Suguru says, teasing lightly. 

“Of course I do.” Satoru says, rolling his eyes like it was already obvious. Suguru chuckles lightly before Satoru lets go and floats by himself for a moment. “This feels so nice.” Satoru says, the water rippling over his shoulders while he floats on his back. Suguru watches him fondly, thinking about how lucky he feels to have Satoru in his life. 

They float around in the warm water for a while before Suguru finally decides to go up and sit on the beach and read for a while. Satoru’s sunglasses sit beside their towels, so he picks them up and puts them on, using them to shield his eyes while he reads. He dries off and lays down on the daybed while Satoru continues floating around in the water and picking up whatever things he finds in the sand. “Gugu, look at this!” Satoru shouts out as he holds up a large shell that he found while walking around in the shallow water. 

“Nice!” Suguru shouts back, smiling wide at how excited Satoru is about his discovery. He continues reading through his book, looking up every so often when Satoru would call out to him. The sea breeze is soothing as it flows over his damp salty skin. The beaming sun is filtered through the linen curtains draped over the frame covering the bed, making it the perfect temperature to sit there and read. He sits propped up against the large fluffy cushions, not even noticing when Satoru finally comes out of the water and up to where he sits.

He dries off and sits down at the edge of the cushion, looking back at Suguru as he leans back on his elbows, holding the book in front of him with his knees bent and splayed out wide. Satoru crawls up the middle of the bed and lays down on his stomach right in between Suguru’s legs, snaking his arms up and around his waist as he lays on his stomach. His chin rests on Suguru’s stomach as he looks up, waiting for Suguru to pay attention to him. 

“Suguru.” Satoru’s long legs are splayed wide behind him, his feet hanging off the edges of the bed. “Suguru… Sugu.” He continues, starting to poke Suguru’s book to try to get him to pay attention to him while Suguru does his best to ignore him. “Suguruuuuuuuuu.” Satoru draws out. Suguru finally puts his bookmark in the book and sets it to the side. 

“Yes my darling angel?” Suguru asks sarcastically, his face waiting for him to continue what was so important. Satoru’s sunglasses sit low on his nose as he looks over the edges down at him. 

“Pay attention to me.” Satoru commands.

Suguru looks at him blankly for a moment, nothing but the noise of the waves crashing on the shore and the light breeze flowing past. “Is that really what you’re acting like this for?” Satoru nods his head enthusiastically before Suguru picks back up his book and continues right where he left off, now using Satoru’s head as a stand to keep his book upright. Satoru furrows his eyebrows behind the book before laying his head back down in Suguru’s lap. 

He lays there peacefully for a while before Suguru feels a set of teeth on the skin of his stomach. 

“Did you just bite me?” Suguru asks, setting his book down once again, holding his finger in between the pages to hold his spot. 

“You love it when I bite you.” Satoru says, looking up at him, his mouth still sitting right next to the bare skin that he just lightly sank his teeth into. 

“Yeah, under different circumstances.” Suguru admits, looking to the side with a slight grin.  

“Come on, bangs.” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru through his eyelashes.

Suguru furrows his brows down at him. “Did- Did you just call me bangs?” Suguru asks, surprised by the suddenly new nickname.

“Yeah.” 

“Alright toe, listen here. How about you let me finish this chapter and then we can go back and shower and eat dinner, yeah?” 

“Why toe?” Satoru asks, looking up at Suguru confused and completely ignoring the rest of his suggestion.

“You know, like Sa-toe-ru.” Suguru says with a shrug. “It makes sense.”

Satoru shakes his head with a smile on his face. “It’s alright.”

“Alright?! I’ve been sitting on this one for weeks.” Suguru explains, now completely forgetting about his book. 

“I just think you could’ve done better. It’s not the worst though. Better than Gogo, at least.” Satoru looks up at Suguru with the sweetest eyes he can muster. “Can we pleaseee go back now?” Satoru whines, wanting to head back. 

“You can head back now, but I’m finishing this chapter.” Suguru says, focusing on his book once again. Satoru lets out a groan and settles back down, laying his head on Suguru’s lap and deciding to patiently wait for him to finish, knowing that he isn’t going to change his mind. 

Suguru finally finishes his chapter after what Satoru swears are hours, but in reality, it’s only about ten minutes. When Suguru sticks his book mark back in and closes his book, Satoru immediately jumps up, excited to head back. He grabs all their things, not wanting Suguru to have an excuse to take any longer. Satoru nearly drags Suguru back to the villa, wanting to get into the shower already. 

“Sugu, come on!” Satoru whines, trying to pull him along. They make it back and Satoru immediately heads into the bathroom to turn the shower on. Suguru puts his book and Satoru’s sunglasses on the nightstand before following Satoru into the bathroom.

“What are you so eager for?” Suguru asks with a hidden smirk, fully knowing the answer to his own question. Satoru is already in the outdoor shower when Suguru makes it into the bathroom. He chuckles to himself as he steps through the door leading outside. 

Satoru is standing under the water already, rubbing the feeling of the ocean water and sand from his face when Suguru finally joins him. The evening sun peeks over the sides of the privacy wall, letting them shower while the sun begins to slowly set over the ocean. He stands behind him and rests his hands on the sides of Satoru’s shoulders before pressing a tender kiss to the side of his neck. 

“Suguru…” Satoru says in a warning tone. “Please don’t tease me like that if you’re not going to follow through.” 

“You think I should listen to you when you’ve been acting like a brat since we got here?” Suguru asks, his mouth right next to Satoru’s ear as he talks, leaving shivers up his back and arms. 

Satoru turns around and looks at Suguru with begging eyes. “But yesterday you said if I behave-” Suguru immediately cuts him off.

“And you think you’ve behaved?” Suguru asks with one eyebrow raised. Satoru shuts his mouth, tucking his lips in between his teeth. “Exactly.” Suguru says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and pulls him closer. 

“But I will, Sugu, I promise.” Satoru says as he jets out his bottom lip into a pout. 

“Actions speak louder than words, y’know?” Suguru says with a slight teasing tone in his voice. Satoru rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back with an exasperated groan. 

“You’re just cruel.” Satoru says, using the same response from the previous night. Suguru smiles at him, his face unchanged. They finish rinsing off before stepping back inside and drying off. Satoru stands at the mirror with a towel wrapped low around his hips and Suguru does the same as he dries his hair. 

Suguru gets his hair most of the way dry and throws it up haphazardly into a bun while Satoru waits on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. “Are you trying to seduce me now?” Suguru asks with a slight chuckle, walking out of the bathroom through the bedroom towards the kitchen wearing just a pair of shorts. Satoru doesn’t say anything and just watches as Suguru continues out of the room. He sits up with a huff and pulls on shorts of his own, deciding to follow him out. 

They had decided earlier in the day to order dinner from one of the resort restaurants to be delivered, so they eat their dinner while they snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together. The setting sun comes through the wall of windows, painting the entire house with a warm golden light like no other. After they finish with their food, Suguru sits back with his arm up on the back of the couch and Satoru cuddles up into him, wrapping his arms around his torso and resting his head on the warm bare skin of his chest as they sit together under one of the soft fluffy blankets on the couch.

Suguru continues watching the movie, but quickly notices Satoru has stopped paying attention entirely and has made it his life’s mission to make it impossible for Suguru to pay attention as well. Instead, he’s started to leave soft kisses on Suguru’s chest and up towards the bottom of his neck. Suguru leans his head back almost involuntarily to allow Satoru to keep working his way up with his warm lips. No matter how much he enjoys toying with and teasing Satoru, he wants him just as bad. Suguru can feel the smile on Satoru’s soft lips as they press against his neck over and over again, not leaving an inch unkissed. He stops just below Suguru’s jaw to suck lightly, quickly leaving a purple mark on his neck. Suguru smiles, knowing what he’s doing, and this time, he’s decided to let him continue. 

Satoru continues kissing and sucking lightly all over Suguru’s neck and jaw, leaving faint purple marks on his skin before he moves up to kiss on his ear. He presses a kiss right below it before he takes Suguru’s earlobe in between his teeth, biting it gently and tugging on it before letting go again. 

Suguru has to restrain himself from letting out a groan at the feeling, not wanting to give in just yet. “Satoru?” Suguru softly asks, the smile apparent in his voice. Satoru hums in response, acting completely clueless. “What are you doing?” Suguru asks although he already knows the answer. 

Satoru pulls away and looks up at Suguru with a cheeky smile. “Nothin.’” 

“Hm.” Suguru says, looking down his nose at Satoru. “Interesting.” He looks back at the tv. “It just seems to me like you’re trying to do something…” Satoru smiles as he almost immediately dives back in to continue leaving kisses on Suguru’s neck. He inhales slowly, letting his head tilt back once again as his eyes flutter closed, taking in the feeling of Satoru’s lips leaving wet kisses in the perfect spots. Damn him for knowing me so well. “Sweetheart?”

The way it melts out of his mouth makes Satoru smile against his skin once again. “Mmhm?” Satoru hums again in response. Suguru feels his breath tickle the soft skin of his neck.

“Why don’t you just tell me what it is that you want?” He asks, his hand starting to rub gentle circles on Satoru’s back. He knows full well what Satoru wants, but needs to hear him say it first. Satoru pulls back from where he’s attached to Suguru’s neck and looks up at him with an almost desperate look on his face. 

“Sugu, I’ve been telling you since we got here that I want you.” He says, the end of his sentence turning more into a whine than anything else. Suguru smiles at him, the needy look in his eyes almost making him break… Almost.

“Baby, I’m right here.” He answers completely seriously, trying to play dumb for as long as he can. 

Satoru rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not so sure that I do know what you mean?” Suguru continues to play dumb, enjoying seeing how absolutely crazy it drives Satoru.

Satoru lets out his breath with a huff as his head falls back, his eyes closed with a pained look on his face before he looks back at Suguru with furrowed brows. “I know what you’re doing here, Gugu.”

“Oh really? And what exactly is it that I’m doing?” Suguru asks with a playful smirk.

“You’re denying me my basic human needs.” Satoru says dramatically, making Suguru let out a chuckle at his insane explanation. “I’m serious!”

“Are you sure you need it?” Suguru asks with a raised brow. Satoru nods his head eagerly, thinking he’s finally going to get what he’s been waiting so impatiently for. “I think you just want it.” 

“Okay, I want it.” Satoru says, shaking his head. “What’s your point?” His legs quickly find their way thrown across Suguru’s lap as he pulls himself closer. Suguru takes a deep breath as he feels Satoru’s weight shift to sit on his lap. He tries his best to focus on not getting hard yet, because where’s the fun in teasing Satoru like this if he has something to work with?

“Baby, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I just gave you everything you wanted all the time?” Suguru asks sweetly.

“A good one?” Satoru looks down with a smirk and a glint in his eye, knowing full well that he’s being a smartass to try to get a rise out of his stubborn boyfriend.

“Tch.” Suguru clicks his tongue before he chuckles once again, surprised he didn’t see that answer coming. His hand unexpectedly reaches up to grab the back of Satoru’s hair, holding it snugly in between his fingers as he tilts his head slightly back, making the delicate skin of his neck more accessible. 

“Hah-” Satoru breathes out at the feeling, a crazed smile quickly spreading across his face as Suguru leans in close to his neck. Satoru shivers at the feeling of his warm breath tickling the skin just below his ear. 

“You really don’t realize just how much of a spoiled brat you are, do you?” Suguru whispers before pressing a single hot tender kiss to Satoru’s neck, pulling a soft whine from the back of his throat. He smiles at the sound, finding it a thousand times harder to hold back now.

“I think you should show me.” Satoru whispers back, thinking he’s finally won. Suguru’s face falters for a moment while he thinks before letting go of Satoru’s hair and sitting back, resting his hands lightly on Satoru’s legs that sit on either side of his hips.

“Hm, I don’t think so.” Suguru says, shaking his head, trying to seem unimpressed, but inside he’s screaming for it just as bad as Satoru is. He’s having a little too much fun teasing him like this to give it up now.

Satoru’s expression quickly falls, thinking he for sure had finally been successful. His brows furrow as he slowly shifts the way he’s sitting. Suguru does his best to keep a straight face as Satoru slowly grinds his hips downwards, moving in slow, smooth circles. Satoru smirks as he feels Suguru starting to get hard underneath him. “Just because you make me hard doesn’t mean I have to fuck you.” Suguru says, meeting Satoru’s eyes with his eyebrows raised. He does everything in his power to hide how good it actually feels because unfortunately, both of them are equally as stubborn when it comes to their own convictions.

“I know,” Satoru starts with a cheeky smile on his face, continuing to slowly move his hips around. Suguru’s face changes to one of uncertainty, not completely sure of what he means by that. Satoru leans back down to continue kissing Suguru’s neck while he straddles his hips. “You don’t have to.” Suguru is slightly surprised at Satoru’s seemingly sudden change in approach.

“And what do you mean by that?” Suguru asks, now curious. 

Satoru tosses the blanket to the side before he climbs off of Suguru and kneels on the floor in front of the couch. “You’ll find out soon enough.” The smug smirk on Satoru’s face as he kisses down Suguru’s bare tattooed chest and stomach is one of someone with a plan. Suguru quickly realizes what he’s doing while Satoru starts giving soft kisses to his hardened cock straining against his shorts. He finally decides to stop talking and just watch as Satoru kisses it through the fabric. He inhales sharply through his nose when Satoru’s hand finally reaches up to massage him through his shorts for a moment before impatiently hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“So desperate to have my cock in your mouth you can’t even wait any longer?” Suguru teases as he lifts up his hips to allow Satoru to pull his shorts off, although he’s just as desperate to feel Satoru’s hot mouth around him. Satoru doesn’t answer as he looks at the sight in front of him like it’s his first time. 

“So beautiful.” Satoru mutters with a smile and eyes full of admiration. Suguru can’t help but blush at his comment, shaking his head as he breathes slowly. Satoru takes it in his hand and gives it a few slow pumps, looking up at Suguru’s eyes the entire time, waiting for a reaction. Suguru inhales deeply once again, doing his best to remain expressionless. “Really? You’re gonna give me nothing?” Satoru asks, raising his eyebrows with surprise. Suguru can’t help but laugh lightly at his reaction. “There’s my pretty Sugu’s laugh.” Satoru praises as he leans down to press a few kisses up the side and finally on the tip, feeling the hot skin against his lips. “Could listen to it all day long.” Satoru continues, looking up from his spot on the floor. 

Suguru finally lets a smile stay on his face. He won’t say it out loud, but he wants to feel the back of Satoru’s throat more than anything right now. What the fuck is he doing to me? Suguru is almost always the one in charge, but right now he can’t help but nearly drool at the way this is making him feel. I think I could get used to this. Satoru quickly takes his mind off of it when his warm mouth closes around the tip of his aching cock. He watches for a moment, taking in the utterly perfect sight in front of him. 

Satoru traces his tongue around Suguru’s leaking tip before pulling away for a moment, leaving his tongue hanging out his mouth. The string of saliva mixed with precum connecting Satoru’s tongue to Suguru’s pleading tip is enough to make Suguru’s hips shift upwards, nearly chasing after Satoru’s mouth as he pulls away. He has to hold back the noise that wants to escape from deep in his chest, but Satoru notices the look on his face anyways. 

“Not so nice when it happens to you, huh?” Satoru teases, looking up at Suguru with innocent eyes. 

Suguru shakes his head as his nose scrunches slightly. “Fuck you.” He breathes out, looking down at Satoru with darkened eyes. 

“You want to, huh?” Satoru continues teasing, holding his hand firmly around the base of Suguru’s cock, not loosening his grip whatsoever.

Fuck. Where the hell did this version of my boyfriend come from? Suguru thinks to himself. Satoru finally lowers his mouth around him once again, this time going further than just the tip. Suguru finally lets out a groan from deep in his throat, letting Satoru know how good he’s already doing as he continues. Even when Suguru’s head falls back over the edge of the couch, Satoru’s eyes stay focused up on his face, wanting to see every reaction from him. Suguru’s eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, his chest moving more as his breathing picks up slightly.

“Shit, baby. Doing so fucking good.” Suguru hisses as one of his hands laces itself into Satoru’s snowy hair, holding onto his head gently as he continues taking him deeper and deeper. Satoru hums happily around his cock, looking up through his bright eyelashes and into Suguru’s dark honeyed eyes. “Mmm.” Suguru hums back in response, the vibrations from Satoru’s mouth feeling absolutely incredible. 

The sun has mostly set, leaving them in the warmly lit house, surrounded by glass and the trees outside, but all they can focus on is one another. Satoru has one hand on Suguru’s thigh and the other gently massaging his balls as he takes him all the way into his mouth and throat. Tears are starting to brim the edges of his eyes and his mouth stings from the stretch, but he doesn’t care whatsoever. He would do anything to see Suguru just like this. His jaw is stiff and his throat is starting to become sore, so he takes the hand that rests on Suguru’s thigh and replaces his mouth with it, keeping up the same pace he had.

“How do I look, Suguru?” A mixture of drool and precum falls from his bright pink puffy lips down his chin onto Suguru’s shiny cock as he says it. His eyes are misty with tears threatening to spill over the edges and down his rosy pink cheeks.

Suguru’s hips jerk uncontrollably as he says it. “Fuck, Satoru.” He says shakily, his chest heaving up and down. If he didn’t have more self control, he would’ve cum just at his words. “Gonna fucking cum with you looking like that.” He warns, looking down at him with pink cheeks and his mouth slightly open, his bangs starting to stick to his forehead. 

“Well we don’t want that, now do we?” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with a fake pout, almost like he’s mocking him. Suguru shakes his head and lets out a chuckle as he grabs Satoru by the chin, leaning forward and pulling him up to meet him. Their lips crash together, a slick but sticky mess as Suguru quickly slips his tongue inside, tasting himself as he licks needily into his mouth. Satoru lets his tongue push back, smiling as Suguru lets out a deep moan into his mouth. Satoru is the first to pull away this time, standing up and quickly pulling off his shorts and kicking them off to the side. Before Suguru even has time to react, Satoru has one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him on the couch. 

Suguru’s hands make their way up Satoru’s back, spreading his fingers wide and pulling his body as close as possible and back in for another kiss. Satoru smiles against Suguru’s mouth as he grinds his hips down against his still slick length. “Mmmh.” Suguru groans into Satoru’s mouth as he feels his weight press down. Satoru reaches down between them and grabs Suguru’s cock to position it against himself. Suguru looks up at him, waiting patiently until he finally sinks down painfully slowly. 

“Ahh, fuck. So big, Sugu.” Satoru breathes out as he lowers himself, feeling Suguru slowly stretching him out and filling him up. He continues until he’s sitting all the way down on Suguru’s lap, flush against each other, waiting there for a moment before moving. 

“You look so fucking pretty like this, baby.” Suguru says, looking up at Satoru with an enamored smile on his face. Satoru has a look of gratification on his face as he finally has what he wants; or so he thinks. He grabs onto Suguru’s shoulders holding onto him as he finally lifts himself back up and lowers himself once again, slowly starting to ride Suguru. 

“Ah, f-fuck.” He stutters out, feeling the emptiness and fullness again as he slowly raises and lowers himself on Suguru’s cock. Suguru watches with a smirk on his face.

“You’re already squeezing me so tight, baby.” He says in a gravely tone. “Love watching you bounce up and down on my cock.” Satoru’s eyes are screwed shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of Suguru deep inside of him. “You can’t even speak, can you?” Suguru asks, teasing him with a chuckle. Satoru’s eyes open and he looks down at Suguru as he continues bouncing up and down.

“Fuck… Yo-u.” He manages to get out, his voice just as shaky at his breathing. Suguru cracks a cheeky smile as he watches, locking his fingers together behind his head and leaning back as he watches Satoru fall apart on top of him. 

“It’s been- what?- 30 seconds, and you're already like this?” Suguru teases, looking at the beautiful view on top of him. Satoru stops for a moment, his thighs already starting to burn from being on top. He lets out a whiny moan as he wiggles his hops around, feeling Suguru reaching where he could never with just his own fingers. “Done already?” Satoru lets out another whine as he looks down at Suguru. “Do I need to do everything for you?” He asks, unclasping his hands from behind his head and grabbing at Satoru’s ass, digging his fingers into the flesh before lifting him up on his own and dropping him back down. 

“Ah, shit!” Satoru cries out as he continues, now with Suguru’s help. The lewd sound of skin slapping together fills the living room, completely drowning out the sound of the long forgotten movie that they had been watching. “Nngh-” Satoru’s legs feel like they’re going to give out beneath him, but Suguru is doing most of the work lifting him up and slamming him back down on his cock. 

“You’re really tired already?” Suguru teases again when he stops helping and Satoru stills once again, sitting there feeling full of Suguru’s cock. Satoru looks down at him, breathing heavily with his mouth hanging slightly ajar. Suguru shakes his head with a smirk. “Hold on.” He commands Satoru as he grabs onto the bottom of his thighs. Satoru immediately listens and wraps his arms around the back of his shoulders, resting his head in the crook of his neck as Suguru leans forward and stands up, successfully keeping himself inside. He hurries through the kitchen and back towards the bedroom before tossing Satoru on the bed. 

The smile on Satoru’s face is one of victory, knowing that he’s finally getting what he wants. He lays on his back, looking up with a smirk while Suguru stands at the edge of the bed. Suguru grabs Satoru’s hips and pulls him towards the edge and flips him over so that he’s on his knees. With no warning whatsoever, Suguru thrusts himself back into Satoru’s tight hole, earning a shriek of surprise from him.

“Ah! Fuck, Sugu!” Satoru cries out, not expecting him to start up again so suddenly. He feels Suguru’s fingers digging into the sides of his waist, holding on tightly as he fucks relentlessly into him. “Sugu,” He manages to breathe out. “The doors are still open.” Satoru points out.

“Baby, I don’t care if the whole fucking island hears.” Suguru growls out. The next villa wasn’t necessarily close, but close enough to hear if you’re being as loud as Satoru is. 

“Fu-u-ck.” Satoru cries out, his long fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as Suguru continues drilling deep into him. Suguru lets out an almost animalistic groan at the feeling of Satoru squeezing around his cock. He slows down for a moment before stopping, looking down at the way Satoru’s back arches and his arms are shoved out in front of him. Satoru whines as soon as he feels Suguru’s hips still. “Don’t stop.” He pushes himself back up on his hands before starting to push himself back against Suguru, moving himself if Suguru won’t do it for him. “Ah-ah-ngh.” 

Suguru looks down at the view in front of him, his mouth open as he watches Satoru’s ass bounce back against his hips, watching his cock disappear completely into him. “Fuck. Yeah, fuck yourself with my cock, baby, just like that.” Satoru turns back to look at Suguru as he continues, his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows screwed together as his hair hangs in front of his eyes. “My pretty Toru.” He says before kneeling on the bed and readjusting the two of them towards the top of the mattress. Suguru quickly replaces his hands on either side of Satoru’s waist and continues his rough, deep thrusts once again.

Satoru shoves his face down into the pillows as whiny moans slip from his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as his legs start to feel shaky underneath himself. He reaches back towards Suguru, smiling dumbly when he feels Suguru’s hand grab tightly onto his.

“How’s my pretty toru doing?” Suguru questions, not bothering to slow down whatsoever. Loud obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together echo throughout the room and out into the outside through the open doors. “Regretting acting like a brat?” He lands a swift smack on Satoru’s ass, earning a loud mewl from him and quickly leaving a red mark from where his hand hit. Both of their bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat, shiny and sticky from the activity.

Satoru lifts his head from the pillows, steadying himself on shaky arms. “Never.” He says, turning back to look at Suguru with an alluring smirk on his rosy pink face.

“Fuck, I love you.” Suguru says, seeing the fucked out look on Satoru’s face. He slows down for a moment, leaning over to press a few tender kisses to Satoru’s back. “If you want me to fuck you like the cock-hungry whore that you are, why don’t you just ask nicely, baby? You don't have to be such a brat.” Suguru keeps thrusting deep into him with every word, feeling Satoru’s walls squeezing him tighter than ever before.

Satoru can’t help but cry out loudly into the pillow as Suguru hits the sweet spot deep inside him over and over again, seemingly effortlessly. He quickly feels himself coming close to the edge, knowing that he’s going to cum any second. “Shit, Sugu, slow down, gonna cum.” He says weakly, turning around to look up at Suguru with misty eyes.

Suguru hears him but ignores him, not caring. “So cum for me then.” He says darkly, breathing heavily and keeping up with the same vigorous pace. Satoru holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, fruitlessly trying to hold back his cries as he tips over the edge, Suguru continuing to relentlessly thrust into him. 

“F-fuuck, Sugu, ah- hah- hahh.” He draws out as his muscles contract while Suguru fucks him through his orgasm. “Shi-i-it.” He mewls, Suguru hitting his sweet spot over and over as he climaxes, cum spilling out onto the bed sheets beneath him. His knees start to actually give out underneath him, but Suguru holds his hips up as he keeps going. “Ah-hah, too much Sugu, slow down.” He begs weakly, turning back to look at Suguru.

Shaking his head, Suguru does anything but slows down. “You wanted this baby, you’re gonna get it.” Suguru has a smirk on his face as he chases after his own orgasm, the feeling of Satoru’s walls quivering around him trying to pull it from him. He lets Satoru’s hips fall and leans over him, continuing to fuck his cock into him as he lays there face down in the pillows. “Look at you,” Suguru says, his voice gravelly as he speaks, leaning on his elbows that are now on either side of Satoru’s body as he drills down into him from behind. “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?” He asks, not expecting an answer from Satoru. 

“Mmm-ngh.” Satoru manages to get out as he feels his legs shaking uncontrollably. The wave of euphoria washing over him combined underneath the weight of Suguru on top of him is almost too much, tears threatening to spill over the edges of his eyes. 

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Suguru teases, answering his own question while chuckling lightly at Satoru’s inability to actually answer. His core starts to tighten, starting to feel himself inch closer and closer to the edge, while Satoru feels himself quickly building towards a second orgasm. 

Nothing but muffled whimpers escape Satoru as he quickly grows oversensitive, feeling overstimulated by everything happening around him. He lifts his head up out of the pillows, tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks as he sobs blissfully at the feeling of Suguru slamming his cock into him. He cries out loudly as Suguru hits his sweet spot over and over again, showing no sign of slowing down. Suguru’s teeth sink into the flesh of Satoru’s shoulder, leaving marks before pressing kisses to each one of the bite marks he leaves behind.

Suguru keeps pressing kisses to the back of Satoru’s shoulder, hearing his cries as he continues, feeling close, himself. “Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, ‘m gonna cum.” He says into Satoru’s ear as he continues leaving kisses all over his skin, comforting him as he bullies his hole mercilessly. He suddenly spills himself into Satoru without any more warning, resulting in more loud cries from Satoru as he feels Suguru’s hot load filling him up. “Oh my fucking god, holy shit.” Suguru spits out curses as he tips over the edge.

Unable to speak, Satoru practically sees stars as he cums for a second time, whimpering weakly as Suguru continues fucking him through his own orgasm. His walls contract around Suguru, effectively milking him of every last drop. “Fuck, baby, you cumming again?” Suguru teases him as he slowly comes to a stop, lying still on top of Satoru for a moment to catch his breath. Their skin sticks together, pressed against each other as Suguru leaves soft kisses to Satoru’s shoulders. Satoru breathes heavily underneath him, just waiting until Suguru finally lifts his weight off of the top of him. 

Suguru pulls out of Satoru, watching mesmerized as his cum spills out of Satoru’s hole. What a fucking sight. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to Satoru’s back before laying down next to him for a moment, calming down after his high. “You okay sweetheart?” Suguru asks, still breathing heavily as he looks over at Satoru who still lays face down in the pillows.

A muffled, “Mmhm,” comes out from an unmoving Satoru. Suguru lets out a slight chuckle as he throws his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up. “Stay right there, okay?” He says as he heads into the bathroom. He hears another, “Mmhm,” from Satoru, making him smile to himself, a feeling of pride having successfully fucked him within an inch from his life. He goes to turn on the faucet to get the bathtub filling up and hurries back through the bedroom and out towards the kitchen. 

The open doors allow the cool evening breeze to flow through the house, successfully cooling him off and bringing in the salty smell of the ocean that successfully masks the smell of sex that lingers behind. He quickly grabs a glass of water and fills it up, also grabbing one of the small brownie pies that Satoru had picked out from one of the shops they had gone into earlier in the day. He takes a sip of the water as he makes his way back into the bedroom and sets it, as well as the pie down on the nightstand beside the bed, seeing Satoru still laying motionless in the pillows.

He hurries into the bathroom to make sure the tub isn’t getting too full and to add some bubbles before going back out to check on Satoru. “Baby?” He coos in a sickly sweet voice. “Are you okay?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his hand delicately over Satoru’s back. Satoru turns his head to look at Suguru with a tired smile, his hair a mess and his face still rosy pink. 

“Mmhm.” He says with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Suguru leans over and presses a delicate kiss to his temple, looking at him with all the love in the world behind his eyes as he brushes Satoru’s hair back out of his eyes. 

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks, now sure if Satoru can walk. He’s not surprised when he lets out another, “Mmhm,” with the tired smile still on his face. “Can you say anything else?” 

Satoru shakes his head. “Mm-mm.” Suguru chuckles lightly, standing back up and carefully flipping him over and slipping his arms underneath his legs and behind his back and picking him up. He carries him into the bathroom and sets him gently into the tub, not almost full with water and bubbles. He hurries back to grab the glass of water and the brownie pie and brings them into the bathroom, setting them on the tray that rests across the large tub. 

“Drink water.” He commands in a gentle yet demanding tone as he heads back out to quickly strip the messy sheets off of the bed. Satoru smiles at him from his spot in the bath and immediately reaches for the brownie instead. Suguru smiles back at him as he hurries back in and climbs into the tub opposite of him and turns off the faucet. “Was that what you wanted?” Suguru asks, a teasing smile on his face and raised eyebrows as he sinks down into the water, the heat instantly starting to soothe his muscles. 

Satoru nods his head with a tired smile on his face as he chews and swallows the small treat that Suguru brought him. “Everything and more.” He says, picking up the glass to wash down the brownie with a sip of water. Suguru gently rubs Satoru’s leg under the water as it rests next to him, looking at him with a smile. 

“Good.” 

They sit quietly in the warm bath until the water turns cool, just enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. Satoru is the first to stand up and climb out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off before heading into the closet. He pulls on a pair of sweats and a tshirt while Suguru dries himself off and drains the tub. He follows after Satoru and heads into the closet and gets dressed before heading back out to the bedroom to see him sitting on the couch outside of their room that overlooks the pool. 

Satoru sits there now with the small box of brownies from the kitchen, eating one as Suguru joins him, sitting down next to him. He reaches into the box that sits in Satoru’s lap and grabs one as he rests his other arm behind him along the back of the couch. Taking a bite and looking over at Satoru with a smile, he speaks up. “These are delicious. You picked a good set.”

Satoru rests his head on Suguru’s shoulder, popping the rest of the brownie in his fingers into his mouth. “I know my sweets, Gugu.” He says smugly. The cool night breeze blows past them, the heat emitting from their bodies keeping each other warm. Satoru lifts his head to look at Suguru and puts his arm behind his head before pulling the hair tie out of his hair, letting Suguru’s hair flow freely down over his shoulders. 

Suguru looks at him with a questioning look. “Why?” He doesn’t bother asking a full question.

“I like it when your hair’s down. You’ve had it up all night.” Satoru explains, brushing his fingers carefully through his long raven locks. Suguru smiles, closing his eyes at the feeling, taking that as an acceptable answer. Satoru keeps the hair tie on his wrist and rests his head back down on Suguru’s shoulder. They sit in comfortable silence, eating their box of brownies until Satoru finally speaks up again. “Suguru?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah?” Suguru responds in the same calm, gentle voice.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together in every universe?” Satoru asks, his voice genuine as he speaks. Suguru furrows his brows, somewhat surprised at the random question, but smiling after thinking about it for a second.

He takes a deep breath, looking at the way the moonlight reflects off the glassy pool water in front of them. “I don’t care how cliché it sounds, but I would love you in every universe.”

Satoru sits there in silence for just a moment, seemingly thinking about Suguru’s answer. “Well…” He starts. Suguru turns his head, slightly craning his neck to look at Satoru as he lays on his shoulder. “Technically, there would be at least one where you didn’t.” 

Suguru furrows his brows together and presses his lips together in a straight line as Satoru turns to look up at him. “Why the fuck did you ask then?” Suguru asks jokingly, looking at him with a confused look on his face. 

Satoru smiles back up at him. “I wanted to see what you would say.” 

“Do you also wanna ask me if I would love you if you were a worm while you’re at it? Because I’m not really a fan of bugs if I’m being honest.” Suguru says, his voice sounding slightly unimpressed. 

Satoru’s mouth falls open with a dramatic gasp as he clutches his metaphorical pearls. “So you’re saying you wouldn’t love me in the universe where I’m a worm, but you would if I was a goblin shark?” 

Suguru chuckles lightly at his response. “Maybe that’s the one, then.” He continues to play along with his ridiculous questioning, remembering their conversation from earlier in the day at the aquarium. 

“Well good thing I’m not a worm then.” Satoru says, leaning his head back down on Suguru’s shoulder with a soft smile on his face. Suguru leans his head back, looking up at the sky and seeing the bright stars in the dark sky.

“Woah, you can really see the stars out here.” He says, looking up at the dark sky. Satoru looks up with him, the two of their heads leaning back over the edge of the couch. It was nothing like in the city where there was too much light pollution to see anything but the moon.

Satoru points to a bright star in the sky above them. “That’s Caph right there. Then if you look, you can see a kind of zig-zag shape and that’s the constellation Cassiopeia.” He says as Suguru listens intently, but is surprised at the sudden random knowledge from Satoru. “Though we can’t really see everything from down here, we should really be up on the roof.” Satoru continues, lifting his head back up. “Come on.” He motions, standing up and grabbing Suguru’s hand, and more importantly, the box of brownies.

“Why do you know that?” He asks, following Satoru without question as he stands up and heads inside. They make a stop in the kitchen to drop off the box of sweets, Satoru making sure to grab one more before they head up the large spiral staircase to the rooftop deck. 

“It’s just interesting to me.” Satoru explains, taking a bite of the brownie as they ascend the stairs. “I’ll point out more constellations to you.” 

They make it up to the roof and head out to lay down on the daybed that sits uncovered near the edge of the deck. Satoru lays down and pulls one of the pillows up under his head as Suguru lays down next to him, both of them flat on their backs. “Okay, so I showed you Cassiopeia, you see that one still?” He asks, doing his best to point it out to Suguru once again. 

“Mmhm. Right there, right?” Suguru asks, also doing his best to point out the W-shaped constellation about two thirds of the way up in the sky.

“Exactly. If you follow the angle of the first and second star to the left, you see Alderamin. Do you see it?” 

“I think so?” Suguru responds. It’s more of a question, not really sure if he’s looking in the correct spot at all. 

“So now you can see these three stars connected to it in almost a square shape, and then a triangle kind of on the bottom of that. That’s the constellation Cepheus.”

“That’s so cool that you know that, baby.” Sugugu says, turning his head to look at Satoru with a smile. 

“I know! Now pay attention!” He says, turning his head to look Suguru in the eye before motioning back up towards the sky. “If you look wayyyy up there, you can see Saturn.” Suguru chuckles silently to himself, just continuing to listen as Satoru rambles on about all the constellations that they can see in the sky above them. As the night goes on, his eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier, listening to Satoru’s voice and laying there with one of his legs thrown over Satoru’s. “Gugu, are you still listening or are you asleep?” Suguru hears, making his eyes shoot open as he inhales sharply.

“I’m awake.” He says, not sounding convincing whatsoever. 

“We can go down and go to bed if you want. At this point, I’m just talking because you’re not stopping me.” Satoru clarifies. Suguru smiles, his eyes closing with it as Satoru sits up, leaning back on his hand as he looks down at Suguru.

“Are you sure? I like listening to you talk.” Suguru asks, opening his eyes and looking up at a smiling Satoru.

“Yeah. Also don’t worry, I can talk to you in bed, too, Suguboo. Come on, let's go to bed.” Satoru says before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Suguru’s lips, one to the tip of his nose, and one more to his forehead. 

Suguru sits up, following Satoru back inside and down the stairs. They turn off all the lights as they make their way through the house and finally end up back in the bedroom, the doors to the outside still open. Satoru pulls them closed as Suguru brushes his teeth and hair before tossing his shirt in the closet and climbing into bed, having grabbed fresh sheets from the closet. Satoru finishes his own bedtime routine and quietly crawls into bed alongside Suguru, not surprised whatsoever to see that he’s already fast asleep, tired after their long and exciting day. 

chapter 21

[hockeyboysimagines]

I’ve loved you three

Summers

Chapter 2

Warnings: Language, mild angst, fluff, kissing

Here’s chapter two, and the link to @cellythefloshie chapter 3!

Enjoy!!

Harper came flying into the kitchen like the house was on fire the next morning startling Madison at the island while she was eating a bowl full of watermelon. She watched, amused as Harper stumbled around the kitchen attempting to make an iced coffee, spilling it twice and dropping ice on the floor.

She blew her hair out of her face and turned to her “I won’t be home till after dinner, running club tonight so don’t worry about me-“ she caught her in a hug before hurrying out the door.

Madison chuckled and yelled goodbye as she heard the door slam and her sisters footsteps descend the front stairs. The house was quiet and Madison stretched deciding she’d sit by the pool a while with her sketchbook, as she stepped off the stool and spotted Harper’s coffee on the counter.

“Shit.” She hissed and snatched it, hurrying out of the kitchen to the door, and then down the front steps, to find that Harper was still in the driveway and she was not alone.

Seth and his teammate, Anthony or something like that, were in the driveway with her sister who looked more than annoyed.

Madison stopped and looked down, suddenly self conscious about the fact that she had a pair of tiny sleep shorts, no shoes and a tshirt on, and turned to hand her sister the coffee clearing her throat awkwardly, but Harper seemed not to notice and smiled with relief “You’re a lifesaver, Mads” she sighed and took the coffee before turning to Seth and whatever his name was in the driveway, to continue what she had been saying.

“I work today, but Maddie here, she’s free all day.” She moved to get into the front seat of her car, but paused “By the way Maddie, this is Seth’s friend. Andrew”

”Andrei” He corrected, and Maddie shared a glance with Seth stifling a giggle, knowing that her sister had 100% done that on purpose. She crossed one leg over the other and tugged her T-shirt down attempting to cover herself a little and turned as Harper continued ”Right. You three, should do something-” her sister suggested and put on her sunglasses before offering them a wave and leaving the three of them in the driveway.

Maddie was grinning as she watched her sister zoom down the street before she turned to them.

“She’s sweeter than she seems trust me.”

Seth laughed and turned to Andrei “This is Madison, Harper’s sister. Mads, this is Andrei.” She shook his extended hand and he gave her what she assumed was his best smile. A smile that got him anything he wanted, but it wasn’t working on her.

“Nice to meet you. Your sister is very beautiful, and now I see it runs in the family.”

Maddie chuckled and crossed her arms “Your very smooth Andrei. But your right. My sister is very beautiful, kind…and single.” She said quietly, turning to Seth and waggling her eyebrows.

“Remind me of her job again? She’s a-?” Andrei asked, glancing at the U-Haul still in the driveway.

“Physiotherapist.” Madison said with a small smile “She’ll be there all day, and then she’s going running after work…it’s like a club…” she smiled and turned to walk into the house before she called over her shoulder “That you have to sign up for online. Have fun!” She made a move to walk into the house but Andrei saw a window of opportunity closing fast. Her tagging along with them had two benefits. One for Seth and one for himself.

“Hey!” She turned, hair spilling over her shoulder “You should come golfing with us.”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at Seth “I don’t golf.”

“Come on!” He said slapping Seth on the chest “It’ll be fun. Right?”

Seth was looking at him puzzled before he turned to her “Definitely. You should come.” Seth’s brows were pulled low over his forehead and he had his lips pursed.

She thought it over for a second and took a step up on to her porch, foot braced on the step “I need like 20 minutes.”

She disappeared inside and Seth turned to him frowning “Svech I-“ but he waved his hand to stop him “Relax buddy. I invited her for you not me. I like the other one.”

Seth rolled his eyes and shoved him “Shutup.” He mumbled. He wouldn’t admit it, but Andrei had heard the disappointment in his voice yesterday when he asked about her sudden absence in the driveway, and he’d seen him inadvertently straighten up when she’d come out the front door. Since he was apparently too scared to do it on his own, Andrei would do it for him. Plus he figured it wouldn’t hurt to get some more details on her sister.

40 minutes later they were out on the golf course. Andrei was sure Seth was going to throw up when Maddie descended her front steps in a short black skirt and a white polo, long hair hanging loose asking if it was golf appropriate, and he stumbled over his words for a second before Andrei saved him.

“You look great. So good Seth’s speechless.”

Seth glared at him as she chuckled and slid into the backseat of Seth’s car and they backed out of the driveway and made their way to the golf course.

The sun was shining down on them as Seth attempted to show her how to hit a golf ball correctly. She was looking at him like he was speaking another language, leaning on a golf club with one hand and holding a drink full of pink liquid in the other.

“Get it?” Seth asked.

“No. But let’s try it anyway.” She downed the rest of her drink and set the cup on the fender of the golf cart.

Andrei watched as she made her way to the ball, and shook her hair out. She was beautiful, and he should have been into her. She should have been enough of a distraction for him but she wasn’t.

Now Seth on the other hand.

Seth had it bad. He hadn’t said it out loud but he didn’t have to. It was all over his face as he watched her hit the ball, eyes moving up her legs more than once. They were cute, and he liked seeing Seth so happy, but it made him realize he was third wheeling.

While she was focused mostly on Seth and keeping things as natural and normal as they typically were with him, she was more than curious about Andrei.

Who was he? Why was he here? Why did her sister seem to hate him so much?

Madison knew why. The smile on his face when she’d seen him fawning over Harper in the driveway told the story of why her sister was being uncharacteristically rude to him. He seemed nice enough, oozed charm and was exactly the type of guy who would send Harper running for the hills.

She watched as he fiddled around on his phone apparently deep in thought until Seth tapped her shoe with the golf club.

“Are you paying attention? I’m trying to teach you something here.”

She turned to him and shook her head “I wasn’t really.”

She noticed a ghost of a frown cross his face as he looked at her and then Andrei behind her and before he could say anything else she cut him off “No I wasn’t if that’s what you were thinking.”

He shrugged “I wasn’t gonna-“

“You were. But it’s not like that. Trust me.”

Seth didn’t say anything but Maddie knew where his mind was. Even if she had an interest in Andrei she’d be barking up the wrong tree. He had practically flooded the driveway with drool this morning over Harper and Madison would never compete with her sister and she didn’t want to. It was nice actually that Andrei didn’t look at her like she was a piece of meat like most the guys she’d dated or hung out with. He just looked at her like she was a living breathing human being who had thoughts, and feelings. Like Seth always had. Normally it would have annoyed her that he even said anything, but this time it gave her some hope. If he cared, that she was interested in Andrei maybe it meant he liked her. He’d never said a word about any guy before. Maybe that walk last night had been good for them.

She was jarred from her thoughts however when she heard Andrei behind her “So, your sister, she doesn’t like me. Yes?”

Maddie turned and looked at him evenly but she had a small smile on her face “Now why would you think that.” She turned her head to the side, eyes twinkling mischievously.

Andre scoffed “She knew my name wasn’t Andrew.”

Maddie giggled and watched Seth switch clubs before turning back to him “You caught that? It’s not that she doesn’t like you, Harper’s just been through a lot.”

“Like?” He wanted to know more, everything he could about her. Her favorite things, music, hobbies, thoughts ideas all of it. But Madison shook her head.

“I’d love to fill you in, but that’s Harper’s story to tell. For context her ex is an asshole and she just moved back home. She’s still a little fragile right now, so if she comes across a being rude it’s because she’s still hurting.”

“Who’s an asshole?” Seth asked as he made his way over. He leaned around Madison to check his phone and Andrei didn’t miss how he went out of his way to brush against her, one hand on her arm.

“Darren. Your friend here has a thing for my sister.” She patted Andrei on the arm and moved past him towards the cart with a smile, and Andrei saw a flash of Harper for a second, and hoped he would be able to see a real genuine smile from her one day.

Seth shrugged “Not surprising. Everyone’s had a thing for your sister.”

She paused and half turned eyebrows raised, as he quickly corrected himself “Not me though. I’ve never liked your sister. That would be, uh- weird.”

“Yeah cuz she’s the wrong sister.” Svech said lowly from behind him.

Seth aimed a backwards punch at him as Madison leaned against the cart, arms folded, crossing her legs at the ankle “Harper can be complicated, but she’s worth it. She’s got a lot going on, but these last few days I’ve started to see the old Harper more and more. She’s healing, and faster than I think anyone expected. She’ll come around. You just have to get to know her.”

“I want to but she’s making it really difficult.”

Madison laughed and looked at Seth “Guess that means you have your work cut out for you. Now who’s taking me for a ride.” She glanced between them jingling the keys in her hand.

**********

Maddie had just gotten out of the shower when she heard her phone buzzing.

She’d gotten home only a half an hour before and felt like she’d been out in the heat for three years. Whether she was sweaty from that or Seth she wasn’t sure but either way a shower had been in order.

She glanced at the phone to find a message from her sister and smiled

H:Sorry I threw you to the wolves earlier

M:Haha it’s okay. I get it. Besides, it gave me an excuse to spend some time with Seth.

H:Are you at least having a good day?

M:It’s okay. It wasn’t bad. He’s a nice guy, and he sure likes you.

H:Kid got to spend the whole day with you and he still asked about me? I don't get why.

Maddie rolled her eyes. Andrei had exactly zero sexual or romantic interest in her and either Harper didn’t notice or was being purposely ignorant.

M:I think “kid” likes his women a little older, and is smart enough to know I’m not interested. Or maybe my charm isn’t what it used to be. Either way he asked lots of questions. He must have a cougar complex. And he looked really good in that golf shirt. Just sayin. And don’t pretend you didn’t notice.

H:Don't encourage it, okay? Nice or not, he’s not my type.

M:If that’s your story.

H:Besides, I don't think I'm ready for anything with anyone right now. Today's been tough.

M:You know what they say Harper. To get over someone, get under someone else.

She could practically see Harper’s face on the other end of the phone and started laughing.

H:Mads! That's horrible. I'm going to pretend I didn't just read that. Love you lots. Have to get back to work.

M:Hahahahha. Don’t act like it didn’t make you smile. Have a good day. Don’t think about Andrei too much. Love you!

Curiosity it seemed had gotten the better of her big sister. Maddie giggled and grabbed the phone, wrapped her towel around herself and headed to her room. She sat on her bed and took a deep breath. She was exhausted from the golfing, even though she gave up around the 9th hole and mostly watched.

She glanced up and froze.

From her window she could see clear into Seth’s room, and was both surprised and delighted to find him shirtless, rummaging through a drawer. She stayed there, not wanting to move so he didn’t notice she was looking, and felt her face and body burn up as she watched him find whatever he was looking for. He left his room, presumably to go shower himself and Madison let out a long breath.

She was going to need another shower.

**********

“So Madison?” Andrei asked later on when it was just them.

“What about her?” Seth said offhandedly. They’d dropped Madison off a while ago, having spent the afternoon with her. He liked her a lot, and he could see why Seth did as well. She was easy to talk to and seemed like a fun time, and by the end of the afternoon she and him were like old friends talking and laughing like they’d known each other for years. She’d left them with a wave and smile, and Seth had been avoiding talking about her since then no matter how many times Andrei brought her up. And it had been a lot.. Andrei could tell he was a little apprehensive probably because Madison wasn’t just any girl. She was a girl who had been a pretty prominent figure in his life for the duration of it. Things could get tricky for all involved.

“You know what.”

Seth smiled and gave a little chuckle “She’s my neighbor. We grew up together. Her sister was my babysitter.”

“What does any of that have to do with anything? I know you like her.”

Seth shrugged “Of course I do. She’s my friend.”

“Yeah that’s not what I meant.” Andrei said shaking his head. There was no such thing as having an argument with Seth. He’d learned long ago that trying to get him to admit something he didn’t want to would be impossible, even if it was already known, and Seth wasn’t giving this up too easy. Andrei had only heard Madison mentioned now and again in passing and now he could understand why Seth didn’t bring her up very often. There was some underlying tension that Andrei knew nothing about. But he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to find out.

Seth rolled his eyes “Even if hypothetically I did like her, I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Why? You two spent the day attached at the hip. And she laughed at all your dumb jokes. She wouldn’t do that if she didn’t like you.”

“First of all.” Seth said pointing at him “You can fuck right off. My jokes are hilarious. And second of all you laughed at them too so what’s that say about you?”

Andrei chuckled to himself but continued “So never anything between you two?” He’d never been so invested in someone else's non relationship, relationship but he had never seen Seth so worked up and he needed to know more. He had friends who were girls, but never a girl friend that close or one who he had feelings buried under the surface for. Plus it was a welcome distraction from his constant thoughts about Harper.

“I mean I kissed her once.” Seth said casually, glancing down as he pulled at a hangnail.

Andrei whipped around mouth falling open “When?!”

“6th grade spin the bottle.” Seth was smiling but Andrei was looking at him puzzled “You know spin the-No? Everyone sits in a circle and spins a bottle and whoever it-You know what. Never mind. It was a stupid 6th grade thing.” He said waving him off.

“How stupid can it be if you remember it still.”

He looked at the ceiling in thought “True I guess. I don’t know things seem weird with her lately.”

“What do you mean?”

Seth paused a second before he spoke. Andrei was seeing a different side of Seth that he’d never seen before. The Seth he knew was wild and fun, and rarely took life or himself too seriously, but this Seth seemed hesitant and serious. Andrei suspected Madison knew both sides, and she was the only one to bring this one out of its shell.

Seth cleared his throat and chose his words carefully “Last summer right before I left we got in a…it wasn’t a fight, but an argument I guess and then I didn’t really talk with her like I usually do when I’m gone. And now it’s just different. Like the vibe is off if you know what I mean? I’ve never felt weird around her but now it seems like things have changed.”

“Changed how?”

Seth looked at the ceiling in thought “Uhm I don’t know. I mean it was weird when she left the driveway yesterday right?”

Andrei shrugged. He’d been so entranced by Harper he had almost forgotten about Maddie’s mysterious disappearance from the driveway the day prior. But now that Seth had mentioned it, it was definitely weird.

He shrugged “Sure. Did you ask her about it?”

Seth shook his head “No. I’m kind of afraid to ask.”

Andrei stuffed his feet in his shoes “Maybe you should talk to her.”

“I’ll talk to her when you talk to Harper.” Seth was grinning ear to ear. He thought it was both hilarious and unexpected that Svech had fully committed to pursue Harper, who should be getting ready to get married, and Seth was secretly pining over Madison his lifelong friend and Harper’s younger sister. The summer had barely started and it was already full of surprises.

Andrei scowled and pointed at the clock “What do you think we’re going to do? After that it’s your turn.”

Seth rolled his eyes and stood, grabbing his keys and made his way outside “Come on creepy. Let’s go stalk my neighbor.”

***********

“Do you remember spin the bottle? 6th grade?”

Maddie and Seth were sitting by the pool in the dark sometime later. She’d seen Harper in passing when she got home from running club, both surprised and not surprised that Seth and Andrei had actually shown up, and she’d been in her room since then. Harper called it decompression time and Maddie found herself making her way out to the pool to do some decompression and thinking of her own. A short while later she felt someone looking at her and turned to see Seth at his window. She waved him down and now they had been sitting in comfortable silence together for a bit.

She turned and smiled, half of her face in shadow “Of course I remember. Why?”

He shrugged “Just curious. I remember I was so psyched about kissing you.”

“What? Stop it.” She waved a hand and rolled her eyes. She did remember it, like it was yesterday and she was surprised he did too. It had been so long ago now she was sure that it was buried amongst all the other girls he’d kissed since then.

He looked offended that she waved him off “No I was. You were like the most popular girl in school then, and well for the rest of the time we were in school after that, and I got to kiss you. Top ten coolest things that have ever happened.”

“Got to kiss me first.” She corrected.

“Wait what.” He turned to her fully “What do you mean?””

She was smiling as she watched the water cast reflections across the pool. She was beautifully illuminated by the blue light from the water as she turned to him and spoke “You were my first kiss.”

His mouth fell open and he let out a breath “Are you kidding.”

“Is that surprising?”

“Of course it is. Guys have always been crazy about you, even in 6th grade.”

She shrugged “ I don’t know about that.” He nudged her “Come on.You know it’s true. You’ve always been smart funny and from my recollection you were always the prettiest, most popular girl at school.”

She felt her face get red and giggled “You have such a way with words.”

“It’s true. And those aren’t my words, I’m just repeating what every friend I’ve ever had has said to me. Everyone I’ve ever known.”

“That can’t be true. If it was I’d have a lot more boyfriends than I did.”

“Not a single one of them were ever good enough. And dating is overrated anyways. That’s why I ended things with Kristen-“

“Who?” She asked cutting him off, she was looking at him blankly.

“This girl I dated in North Carolina off and on, she-“

Something he wasn’t familiar with flickered across Madison’s face and he could tell she was immediately uncomfortable and he stopped talking “What?” She asked quietly. She wasn’t looking at him, but rather staring across the darkest part of her backyard.

“What?” He leaned forward looking at her questioningly.

She chuckled and pursed her lips “Okay.” She pulled herself angrily to her feet and turned to walk away from him.

“Woah wait. What’s the-“

“Save it Seth.” She snapped turning to face him “You can’t do that okay?”

“Do what?” He was so confused about why she was so upset.

“You can’t sit here and tell me about being psyched about kissing me, and that I’m pretty and then turn around and tell me about a girl you dated in North Carolina.”

“Madison-“

“It’s not fair to me.” She was getting dangerously close to professing her feelings to him right there in the backyard but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to put herself through this for the whole summer. It was barely even June she still had two and a half months of this left.

“I didn’t know it would upset you-I just-I don’t know why it is even upsetting you?”

Madison felt tears prick at her eyes and she let her head fall backwards “Really Seth? You don’t. If you don’t know why I’m upset then I guess you don’t really know me as well as you thought you did.” He continued to stare at her blankly until she spoke again “I’m jealous okay? Jealous of the girl in North Carolina, jealous of that girl last summer. Can you not see that?” She just didn’t care anymore. She couldn’t keep it to herself any longer. It was better to be honest and risk whatever was about to happen than run the risk of having to watch him meet someone. At least if it blew up in her face she wouldn’t have to see that.

“I had no idea-How was I supposed to know that?”

Madison crossed her arms and looked at him sadly “You just are.”

She turned to walk away but he caught her by the elbow spinning her around “Wait I-“ He leaned forward a little.

“Don’t.” She leaned away from him “Don’t just kiss me because I said all that, I don’t need a pity kiss I-”

Seth moved right in not bothering to go slow and pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back, hands coming up to grip his shirt and pull him closer as they stood kissing in the backyard between their two houses. A yard they’d spent their whole lives in.

He pulled away and came back in at a new angle, sweeping his tongue across her lower lip, and she opened her mouth. This was way better than in the 6th grade. Had it not been for the grip on his shirt and his hands on her waist she would have passed out and fallen over, but he held her in place. Her heart was beating so loud it was drowning out everything else as they stood kissing under the stars. It was everything she’d been dreaming for the 10 months. When he pulled away they stood staring at each other.

“Are you still jealous?” He asked quietly giving her waist a squeeze.

“Do you still wanna date Kristen?”

“Who?” He asked with a smile “All I know is I wanna kiss you again.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Cool for the Summer: Chapter 3

[vintagepresley]

Mini Me

68' Comeback Special blurb - Requested

Ada takes Elvis's rings/sunglasses and mimics him in front of the Memphis Mafia.

Elvis had invited some of the guys over to discuss a few things about his upcoming tour that Jerry was setting up for him. You had gone out to the grocery store to a buy few things, leaving Elvis to watch Ada for a bit. She always got excited when some of the guys came over because much like Elvis they enjoyed playing around with her and running a muck around Graceland like they were children themselves. She always had a fun time. But today Elvis had told her that before they could play that he had to talk to them about some business. So she sat on the living room floor and playing with her barbies quietly as they all spoke and occasionally she'd get up and run over to Jerry to show him her new barbies that Elvis bought for her. Jerry of course playing along with her and being dramatically excited for her and her new toys. She'd giggle and go back to sit down continuing to play.

But she was starting to get antsy, so badly wanting to go out and play on her golf cart. But Elvis hadn't trusted her yet to be on it alone so she had to wait until he was done. She decided to make her own fun and she would run up to Elvis, playing with the rings on his fingers and examining every single one with excitement. Since Elvis was so distracted by his conversation he hadn't even notice when she began to slip the rings off his fingers and she'd run into the next room setting them down. She would the reappear and run back over to Elvis' side, jumping up and down excitedly and he'd run his hand over her head gently with a smile as he continued to talk. She'd hold his hand in hers and then steal more of his rings until she had taken all of them off and he still hadn't even notice which made her giggle. Once she had all his rings in a pile on the floor she came back in the living room giggling to herself as she climbed onto Elvis' lap and he wrapped his arms around her as she squirmed and wiggled in his grip, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and pressing small kisses to his cheek as a way to distract him. "I yuv you, satnin." she said cutely.

He smiled at her words, giving her back a gentle rub and he kissed the side of her face. "I yuv you too, honey." he said softly as he resumed his conversation with the guys. She beamed happily and she reached her little hands up grabbing at his TCB glasses until she had taken them completely off and to her surprise he didn't even seemed bothered by it or even noticed that either. She grinned and wiggled out of his arms until she was off his lap and she ran into the next room where his rings were sitting. She put his glasses on that were way too big for her face and each of his rings on her little fingers that were big and heavy trying to keep them from sliding off as she slowly made her way back into the living room. The moment she stepped foot into the room the conversation had gone silent because they were all staring at her in Elvis' rings and sunglasses, chuckling to themselves and Elvis raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his hands wondering when on earth did she take his things. He just smiled and shook his head because she was just the silliest little thing.

"Addy, you are so silly." he asked with a smirk. She giggled trying to keep a serious look on her face as she walked up to him and doing her best to mock him as she made her voice deep and tried to talk with his southern twang and turning around to face the guys. "Addy, yew awe so silly." She says in her cute "Elvis" voice. He furrowed his brow at her and the guys couldn't stop cracking up. "Addy." he says in a serious tone. "Addy." She mocks. "Give daddy his things back." he says, shaking his head. She shook her head at him with a smile and then she proceeded to try to do his dances she had seen him do at one of his shows. By this point the whole room was just cracking up with laughter. "Wow, the resemblance is uncanny!" Charlie Joked. Elvis shook his head as he continued to watch his silly little girl dance around, putting on her own little show. "I don't dance like that." he rolled his eyes playfully, smirking. "I don't dance like that." She mocked once again, giggling as she did her best to keep the glasses and the rings in place. She began to pace around the middle of the room from one end to the other the way he does on stage. "Thank yew.. Thank yew vewy much." She mocked her in cute little voice. He raised an eyebrow, lighting pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb as he continued to shake his head.

She had the whole room practically in stitches, she certainly had inherited his sense of humor and his silliness, that he couldn't even stop himself from laughing now and he got up from his seat and sneakily reaching over to pick her up, she squealed happily. "Alright, young lady, gimme my glasses and rings back. My little mini me." He chuckled as he held her against his hip in his right arm he held out his left hand to her. "Give it.." he laughed. She giggled as she took his rings off her fingers and placed them in his hand, but refusing to give up the glasses. "I wanna keep these daddy!" She said excitedly, he laughed because the glasses were nearly bigger than her face. "How about I let ya keep them until I get ya your very own pair? Just like daddy's. How's that sound?" He smiled. She gasped excitedly. "Rweally, daddy?" She beamed. "Mhm.." He nodded with a bright smile. She nodded happily liking that idea. "Okay, now who's ready to drive some golf carts!?" He said excitedly, deciding that it was enough business for today. "Me! Me! Me!" She squealed and bounced in his arms and they all excitedly headed outside to play.

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tagged by @sunglasses-in-the-bentley in a writing share tag! I guess I just post a snippet? here you go!

from The Black & Blues Part III:

Frankie takes one of the small red berries and pushes the basket a little closer. “Take as many as you want. We have plenty.” You eat the raspberries in quiet, the only sounds the hum of the fans and the soft squish of teeth closing down on the berries. “Do you ever get jealous?” you ask. She looks away from the kitchen window. Her eyes are wide, almost owlish when she speaks. “What?” “Of… with Josselin. Do you ever get jealous that he’s with me, too? Or that he might start dating someone new?” Your face burns a brighter red than the raspberry juice on your fingers, because that’s what this is, isn’t it? Danny’s never going to date you and you don’t want him dating anyone else. That’s what this knot in your sternum is, the golf ball in your throat, the rock in your stomach. You’re jealous.

read Part I here if you like!

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[sortasirius]

No because I’m thinking about Steve coming to pick the kids up from the pool

And he sees Billy there, because it’s pretty hard to fucking miss him up in the tall chair, lounging like he owns the place, and even though he hates Billy’s guts he still has eyes, you know?

And Billy sees him and wiggles his fingers and winks at him, and Steve rolls his eyes and marches in the opposite direction, swearing to himself that he’ll avoid the pool in future. He has his own pool, after all, he doesn’t need to spend any time at the community one.

But he just…ends up there somehow, sometimes three or four days a week when he’s not working, and gets roped into sitting poolside waiting for the kids to finish in the water. And sometimes Billy will come down from his perch just to walk by him, his eyes burning through Steve even though they’re hidden behind his sunglasses.

And Steve starts to mind less, especially since Billy and Max have more or less called a truce on things, and he’s started giving her and El rides places when Steve’s working. Sometimes they’ll even make small talk when Billy’s shift ends and Steve is trying fruitlessly to herd Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas into his car.

“You ever go swimming, Harrington?” he asks one day, “You always look like you’re about to go for a round of golf at the country club.”

Steve looks down at himself. He has a point, he needs to just throw out all the clothes in his dresser, they aren’t who he is and they haven’t been for a long time. He looks up at Billy, at miles of tan skin and a wide, wicked smile that shows his teeth, and he smiles back.

“Tee off’s at three.”

Billy laughs at that, like a throw back your head, full throated sort of laugh, and it makes Steve’s stomach lurch in a funny way.

“I have a pool,” he continues, “I swim plenty in my own house.”

“Need a lifeguard?”

Steve looks up at Billy, who’s pushed his sunglasses up onto the top of his head so they’re really looking at one another.

“What, you think I’ll drown in my own pool?” he snarks, “I used to be a lifeguard too, you know?”

“I’d have loved to have seen that.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Steve stands, drawing himself up so he’s looking down at Billy, who doesn’t seem to mind the height difference at all.

“Not at all, pretty boy,” he leans forward, “You’d look good in red, I’d bet.”

Steve flushes at that. He’s still not used to the compliments that Billy pays him, even though he’s been doing it since they met. He used to think they were meant to insult him, but he doesn’t anymore.

“Whatever, I’m a good swimmer.”

“Sure you are,” he takes a step forward, so they’re only an inch or so apart, “But even the best swimmers need a lifeguard.”

It’s a strange thing, that all the noise around them, of the pool, of the gossiping mothers and unruly children and splashes of the water, became somehow dull, so Steve can hardly hear them at all.

The air between them is thick with tension, but not the tension he’s used to, not the tension that predicates a fight.

His eyes drop, almost involuntarily, to Billy’s lips, and his mouth curves into a grin, pretty and wild in equal measure.

It makes Steve crazy, which maybe explains why he says what he says next,

“You should come over tonight, make sure I don’t drown.”

He’d never thought that he’d be able to take Billy Hargrove by surprise, but considering the way his mouth falls open, he thinks he might have managed it.

“I guess that’s my job,” he finally says, looking at Steve for a sign of a joke, “I can do that.”

They stare at one another, each of them searching for a lie, but they don’t find one.

“I’ll see you then, Hargrove,” Steve starts to walk away, intending to herd the kids back to the car, but Billy catches his arm.

“Really?” he asks, and his face is softer somehow, like he’s afraid that Steve really is joking.

“Yeah,” Steve’s own voice is softer too, “Yeah.”

“Steve, come on!” Dustin calls him, and Billy lets him go, putting that sharp smile back in place, winking at him, and walking away.

But as Steve pulls out of the parking lot with four rowdy kids in the back five minutes later, he can still feel Billy’s touch on his arm.

[hellotherekenobi]

A DEAL IN MATRIMONY

05. SHOWING EVERYTHING

Chapter Summary: spending the day with your family, Robert begins to learn more about you. And, at the end of the day, he learns more than he wants.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: nudity (y’all know exactly what scene I mean)

Index: Previous chapter. Next chapter. Masterlist.

What Robert wants right now more than anything in the world is to go back to sleep. In a bed, preferably, rather than the ground he slept on for your sake. Though, it acted as much for his sake as well with what had happened only a couple of hours before then.

In a beat of silence where he sits, he remembers the voices of your neighbours persistently rallying up on having you kiss him. At first, he didn’t care. What would it matter, anyway? But then it happened—first, a kiss on the cheek—and they wouldn’t stop asking, and suddenly his heart was in his throat and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think when your lips touched his.

The first kiss he’s had in over a year and it made him feel like it was his first kiss entirely. It bothers him a bit to know he dissolved so quickly at the feeling but not just that, knowing that he liked it.

A bump in the rocky road knocks Robert awake from his thoughts, snapping him back into reality like a slap across the face; one that practically scolds him for even pondering on the moment he was buried in as if it isn’t attached to a lie in the first place.

His senses come to when Eames’ voice gains his attention from where he sits in the passenger seat with your father beside him driving the vehicle. He’s explaining what they have scheduled to do today, something about getting to know each other and that dreadful word “golf” that doesn’t excite him one bit.

It isn’t sunny out (it looks to be always cloudy here) but Robert has his sunglasses on the minute he steps out the car door regardless. He’s led up a path that connects to a dock, which he is thankful to find doesn’t rock when they step onto it.

Eames and your father, Joe, he’s learnt, carry golf clubs and baskets—one filled with golf balls, the other empty—as they reach the edge of the dock, eyes cast out at the ocean that stretches on for miles.

If it isn’t for the circumstance, Robert might admit that the view is rather pleasant.

“Here you go, lad.” Eames smiles, offering Robert one of the golf clubs.

In a split second of seeing Eames’ smile falter when he doesn’t say a word, Robert manages to mentally instruct himself to give a short grin in return and take the golf club, already feeling your lecturing presence hanging over him like some kind of demonic spirit.

“Where are the cups?” Robert asks since they are standing on the edge of a dock instead of in front of a stretch of golfing terrain as he had expected.

“That’s your cup right there,” Joe speaks up, finger pointing out at the buoy floating in the ocean water.

“They’re dissolvable,” Eames explains, gesturing to the golf balls.

So, this is the kind of golf he is set up to do today. Admittedly, it’s much better than regular golf, since Robert can’t shoot straight to save his life, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to be completely rubbish at it still.

There’s a lot of small talk during the first game. Joe and Eames are polite, asking simple questions to get to know him better, and cracking jokes that Robert will accept are somewhat funny, at least being enough for him to show them a smile now and then, though his lips are set in a straight line when they joke about him missing the buoy for the sixth time.

But he can feel it building up to something, especially with Joe. Taking your daughter’s boyfriend out to understand what kind of man he is was a civil thing, but taking out your daughter’s fiancé was not as cordial.

Understandably, your father wants to know exactly who you’re spending the rest of your life with. Or, rather, the rest of the weekend.

On the second game, Eames gets a call on his phone which he walks away to take, leaving just Robert and Joe standing on the dock. The moment he’s been waiting for finally comes when your father lets out a deep sigh.

“I want to apologize, Robert,” he says, catching Robert off-guard. “I wasn’t the most gracious of hosts last night. It’s just been so long since I’ve seen my daughter and she comes home with that news.”

Robert watches as Joe shakes his head, looking out at the water. He steps beside him, humming in agreement. In a way, he can put himself in your dad’s shoes.

“You understand that I love my family?” Joe asks, and Robert nods. “I’ll do anything to make them happy, but my happiness is here.”

The sentence loses Robert, unsure of what exactly he means by that. He doesn’t have to ask, though, as Joe keeps on talking.

“I’m sure you know of our family business,” he waits for Robert’s nod, then continues. “It’s been my life, running this business. And I’ve always wanted to do it as a family. Oriana, she’s the eldest and she took on that responsibility. My other daughter, though, left for the city. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I believe I do,” Robert nods, feeling slightly uneasy at the direction this conversation is heading.

“I’ll be honest, Robert. You seem like a nice guy and that’s good for my girl, but I don’t like her away from home. I want her here. I want her to run the business with her family. She can’t very well do that when she’s your receptionist now, can she?”

Robert gives it a moment but feels the need to correct him.

“She’s not just a receptionist, sir.”

“I know,” Joe waves his hand, lining up the golf club he’s still holding onto with the ball sitting on the dock. “She’s an assistant, or what have you? Nothing very stable in my eyes.”

He leans back a fraction and then swings the club, hitting the golf ball and it flies out quickly and steadily to hit the buoy floating on the water, then sink under it.

Maybe he’s not in the position to be this forward, but for a reason he can’t put his finger on at the moment, Robert persists against your father’s interpretations.

“Actually, her position has made her very proficient. She’s applied a referral and when that gets accepted, she can get a job just about anywhere.”

Joe gives Robert a look, something disbelieving.

“You’re telling me that my daughter wants to quit working for the man she’s going to marry?”

“She has other goals.”

“Right,” he huffs. “So, you’re holding onto her for as long as you can, is that it?”

Robert is ready at your defence again, but Joe cuts him off, saying something that could send him toppling off of his feet if he was actually devoted to staying in this family.

“You refuse her referral, Robert.”

It feels as if the air stills and the only thing to tell him that he’s still awake is the gentle splash of the ripple that hits under the dock.

“You want me to decline your daughter’s promotion?”

“Yes,” Joe nods, looking Robert in the eye. “I want her home. I don’t want her anywhere else.”

So much for the happy family Robert’s always assumed you have, especially with how nice the other members of your family have been. Your father, it seems, is an exception to that. What scares him is that with those words, he sees his own father mirrored in Joe.

He’s spared from having to give your father an answer when Eames comes walking back down the dock, shoving his phone into his pocket. Good, too, since Robert was close to going against your father’s request.

“Sorry, lads. That was the Missus,” he smiles, slapping Robert on the back. “You’ll find that soon enough.”

He offers a smile but is secretly irritated that this guy keeps hitting him and so hard, too.

“I think we should head out soon,” Joe speaks up, swinging his golf club back and forth. “Best get on with our other plans.”

“Sounds good,” Eames nods. “We’ve got much to show you, Robert.”

In a way, he thinks he’s seen more than enough.

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The morning is spent very comfortably after breakfast, simply catching up with your family. Gammie is content keeping Kevin company, with the aid of what Oriana says is the third knitted sweater she’s made for him. Apparently, there were also little booties and a cap to keep his head warm, which warms your heart just the same.

Your mother left a little after morning tea, saying she had to do some things in town. You were more than eager in wanting to tag along with her, not exactly thrilled at the thought of sitting with your sister in a quiet room, but she insisted on doing it herself. So, in all of his tiny glory, Kevin became the icebreaker for the situation.

Things are civil for the most part. That is until Gammie wants to be the one to put Kevin down for his nap, leaving you and Oriana out on the patio in an uncomfortable silence that somehow feels worse than the silence you share with Robert.

Like a telepathic, your sister jumps on the conversation topic like she could talk him into existence.

“Robert seems nice,” she starts.

Giving her a friendly nod, you wait for the pleasantries to drop. You expect it to happen soon.

What is infuriating about your family—though you wish there’d never be a fault since you love them more than anything—is how similar your dad and Oriana are. They’re pretty much two halves of a whole or two sides of the same coin. This means they have the same mindset when it comes to how you spend your future, and more so the fact that you’ve chosen to spend it away from home.

You get it. It’s pretty obvious, too. Oriana is the favourite daughter. She’s been here since day dot and has no intentions of leaving. That’s what a family wants, doesn’t it? Understandably, no one genuinely wants to be separated from their family. Neither do you, especially with the homesickness you’ve been feeling as of late. But it’s the contrast that makes it hard to stay.

“So,” your sister continues. “How exactly did you two start dating?”

Fair, that’s a reasonable question. You’ll give her that, if not anything else.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, leaning back in the patio chair. “It was one of those things that just happened.”

Literally, you want to add but think better of it.

Oriana nods, though she doesn’t agree. “I don’t think I could ever fall for my boss. That seems weird.”

“Yeah. Trust me, I know.”

“Is it because of the money?”

You turn to stare at her, a little shell-shocked. “What?”

“Well, that’s the only reason I can think of.”

“Oh,” you huff. “So, falling in love never crossed your mind?”

“He just seems so…” she scrunches up her face some. “Stiff.”

Not the best boyfriend material, in any case. What irritates you is that you know she’s right. In any other scenario, there’s no way you’d bring Robert home to meet your family or any guy like him.

“You just have to get to know him,” you explain, dragging your hand up and down the chair arm. “He takes a while warming up to.”

That technically isn’t a lie. When you started working for Robert three years ago, he was just this uptight jackass who sent you paychecks every week. He’s still an uptight jackass, but this little adventure so far has shown you more of Robert’s human side than you’ve ever seen, and he’s always been respectful even at the business.

In an alternate life, you might be able to feasibly see you liking Robert, but there’s still so much about him that you don’t know. He’s still your boss in your eyes.

“Well, am I ever going to get to know him?” Asks your sister, who says it like the words are heavy to lift.

Deflating in your seat, you say, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You hardly come to visit. I mean, you both are just here for the weekend and that’s it.”

“You know, you never visit me.” You argue, standing up from the chair.

Oriana sighs, following you at some distance. “You know it’s not the same. We had plans, remember?”

“No, you and dad had plans. And it seems like you’re both doing just fine without me.”

“It’s a family business. How can we call it that without you here?”

“I have other dreams!”

You don’t mean to snap at her but it happens, spinning around to look at her irritably.

“And you don’t think that I do?” She says, shaking her head. “Do you think I’m happy knowing that I’m only dad’s favourite because I’m the one who stayed?”

The thought never crossed your mind. After all, you’ve never heard her say otherwise. But it’s been three years since you spent longer than a phone call with her, so it makes sense that you wouldn’t know.

“I’m happy here, I am,” she says. “I just wish you hadn’t left so suddenly.”

She seems to forget all the times you mentioned wanting to attend school abroad. New York City wasn’t your first choice, but it was always high on the list. Finding Fischer-Murrow happened to be a happy coincidence, though you’re not entirely happy working there.

It’s not the job, you remind yourself, but it’s Robert. Just thinking of him makes you feel horrible again, remembering why you’re back home.

Oriana waits a moment before calling your name, stepping closer, but you’ve had it. With a sigh, you shrug her away from you.

“Look, I don’t want to fight with you. I do that enough with dad. I’ve made my choice about moving to the city and I’ve made my choice about marrying Robert. Why can’t you just be happy for me?”

Oriana sighs. “I am happy for you. I just miss you.”

The walls instantly come crumbling down at that, feeling completely deflated without so much as a morsel of energy left in you to keep fighting. So many years away and you’re still bickering with your family like the day you left. You hate it.

“I miss you, too,” you admit, seeing the way your sister eases at that. “I’m never gone for good.”

“I know,” Oriana smiles, wrapping an arm around you.

It almost feels foreign to hug your sister but you know more than that it feels nostalgic and you happily fall into it, wrapping your arms around her and you both let out a tearful chuckle.

“Now,” Oriana starts, “tell me more about Robert.”

“Where to begin,” you sigh like you’re ready for a lecture.

“Let’s start with that butt of his. What is it with rich guys and flat asses?”

Laughing loudly, you shout, “I know right!”

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Turns out, Alaska is quite beautiful when you spend a few hours driving through the hills and eating by the trees.

Robert has never considered himself an outdoorsy person, nor one who especially admires nature, but he now understands just how great it is to simply exist in it. The air is so fresh here, the trees so green and the occasional moose he’s seen during the extended drive is enough to have him believing that life here is pretty nice.

Joe is sitting in the car, saying he needed something more supportive than a tree stump after being on his feet for so long, and Eames had agreed that they’ll make the drive home soon. He had wanted to show Robert the lake, which is another lovely sight.

When the questions start, though, Robert realizes he’s not just here for the view. But he’s had a few of this own, so when he’s told as many lies as he can tell without feeling like he’s totally screwing up your life, he decides to ask what’s been on his mind since yesterday.

“So, you two were a couple?”

Eames nods his head, facing forward. “Yeah, we dated for a while. Nothing as serious as you and her, though.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, not at all, lad,” he chuckles, but it doesn’t keep for long. “We had different visions. I’ve always wanted a family, you know? To settle down and live comfortably. But she had other dreams. She wanted to move to New York and have a career. That’s something I could never see myself doing.”

Robert nods along with Eames’ explanation, understanding it to an extent. He’s only ever known city life, so he can’t exactly look at it through Eames’ lens.

“This is home,” he gestures out to the lake and everything else.

Perhaps Robert doesn’t know much about that, but he’s heard that home is where the heart is. He wonders when exactly your heart gave up this place.

After a moment of looking out at the lake, Robert says what’s really on his mind.

“And how long after she left before you married her sister?”

It could be as if Robert shot a bullet out into the sky, waiting on the reverb to let him know if he struck a bird or not. That’s how silent it becomes after his pointed question, though he couldn’t hold it within himself not to ask.

Eames breathes out, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“You’re a good man, Robert. I’m glad to know you care so much about her.”

That doesn’t answer his question, though. But he’s not expecting an answer now. Something tells him he’s already been told with how Eames leaves the question hanging in the air.

“You’re a lucky man,” Eames steps toward him, reaching out a hand.

Robert almost flinches, waiting for the hand to slap down on him again, ready for the pain. It doesn’t happen, though. Instead, Eames places a firm hand on Robert’s shoulder, shaking him a little bit but in a friendly way.

“She’s the best, which you obviously know.”

Robert smiles, this time without thinking about it. “I do.”

“Well, we best be heading back. Wouldn’t want to keep you away from your fiancée for too long.”

They both chuckle, something kind, and then that hand of Eames’ hits Robert in the back and makes him realize that he’s always going to get this treatment. In a way, it’s a relief to finally get a grasp on some routine here.

The drive back to the house is long since there aren’t any stops on the way like how it was driving out this morning. By the time they’re walking along the dock that leads to the front door, Robert almost about walks right into Eames’ back with how he stops abruptly, eyes focused out to the grass.

“What is it?” Robert asks, genuinely confused about what he could be looking at.

If it’s another eagle, Robert doesn’t want to be standing outside. He’d rather get inside the house as soon as possible, especially as he’s feeling tired from all the golfing and walking they did today.

“There’s an axe in the canoe,” Eames says, and Robert stands there perplexed.

Just like he said, over on the grass is an old, worn-out wooden canoe with an axe dug into it. Someone must have been working on it as even from this distance Robert can see all the wood chips and pieces scattered on the grass.

He just wonders how that’s a bad thing. From the tone of Eames’ voice, it was far from good.

When Joe pushes open the door, the three of them step into the hallway, and your father takes a look around like he’s expecting to see someone waiting for him. It doesn’t appear to be your Gammie when she walks over to them.

“What happened, Annie?” Eames asks. “That stupid canoe out there is hollowed out.”

She sighs but doesn’t get to speak a word before someone shouts out from the living room.

“You!” It’s your mother’s voice, who comes marching out into the hallway, a finger pointed at Joe.

“What?” He asks, shoulders raised a little too high to be unexpecting this outburst, and it’s evident with what he says. “Maybe she’s planning on running away.”

“Oh, don’t give me that, Joe. Don’t you dare.”

The tension rises like heat in the room and Robert begins to feel genuinely uncomfortable about the situation, understanding that the “she” in question must be you, and watching as your Gammie shakes her head and reaches out to take his and Eames’ arms.

“Let’s leave them be.”

She walks them both into the kitchen, trying to get them away from the argument happening in the hallway, but with how Eames starts asking her twenty questions, it’s hard for Robert not to hear what your parents are arguing about, though he doesn’t want to be an eavesdropper.

“I just had a frank conversation with her about her future,” is Joe’s voice, sturdy and stubborn.

“What a great idea,” your mother’s voice argues. “That’s exactly the conversation you want to have with your daughter over the phone. Now she’ll never come back! I only get to see her every three years because of you. Why can’t you just support her?”

The rest of their bickering is covered by the conversation Annie and Eames are having, which Robert is suddenly drawn into when he overhears how your Gammie says she had seen you barge out the front door after this apparent phone call with your father. He’s not sure when the call was made, but he has a feeling it was when Joe was sitting in the car.

“You are going to fix this, Joe! I mean it.”

He doesn’t hear a reply made to your mother, but he doesn’t get an opportunity as Eames puts a hand on his shoulder and tells him to go get some rest. Obviously, this is a family issue he isn’t privy to just yet, though he won’t be sticking around long enough to find out.

So, he takes the hint and leaves the kitchen, after telling them goodnight—and getting bombarded with cheek kisses again from your Gammie—and walks up the stairs to the guest room, somewhat expecting you to be there but finding it empty.

This doesn’t bother him, though. He doesn’t want to be caught in the crossfire if you’re still worked up about the phone call and what exactly your father said to upset you so much. If it’s anything like the conversation they had on the dock, he doesn’t have to imagine too much.

He’s already seen your rage in fiery words, so knowing that you hack away at an old canoe when you’re angry makes him set on never annoying you to that extent.

With an empty room, Robert takes the time to have a shower. It surprises him just how much effort it takes to golf and sit out in the forest, but he feels grimy and needs to find some way to relax while he’s here.

Somewhere between conditioner and body wash, Robert thinks he hears a thud on the other side of the wall, but when he calls out and gets no reply, he forgets all about it and carries on.

The bathroom is wafting with steam from how hot he ran the water after he’s done, and as he steps out of the shower he finds he has to wipe a hand across the mirror to clear the condensation.

Back home, his bathroom is laid out very precisely, much like the rest of his house. He keeps a clean towel by the sink, but there’s not one waiting for him here. He checks the drawers and the hooks but can’t find anything but a small handtowel which he grumpily uses to dab at his face, unsure if this is what your family defines as a towel or if he’s not looking properly.

That’s when he remembers the cupboard outside, though. The one your mother had shown you and him when you first came into the guest room. He takes soaked steps over to the bathroom door, still wet from head to toe, and peeks through the gap he makes as he checks to make sure the coast is clear.

When he sees the empty room he remembers walking into, he opens the door the full way and steps out, with the exception of looking at the carpet to make sure he’s not creating a puddle at his feet.

That is his mistake.

The moment he looks up, he’s met with a body which he slams into. The position is so awkward that he finds his body slots against this other person completely, and he’s knocked backwards so forcibly by the impact that he goes falling straight down to the floor, landing on his back with the person lying on top of him.

And who does it happen to be when he focuses more closely but you, shockingly, completely naked as well. It only takes him about five seconds to realize exactly what is happening, and what exactly he’s holding onto when he tenses his hands on your hips, finding himself screaming out when your eyes meet his and that lower part of him twitches.

You’re screaming back, flinging yourself off of him and hurrying behind the bed as he scrambles back into the bathroom, kicking the door with his feet and cursing himself for the mental image he sees when he screws his eyes shut.

“Why are you wet!” You shout at him, and he pokes his head through the gap in the doorway to find you wrapped in the blanket which was draped over the bed.

“I took a shower!” He shouts back. “Why are you naked?”

“I was changing! I didn’t know you were here.”

“What, you couldn’t hear me?”

“No, I— I was—”

Robert shakes his head like he’s trying to get something off of him, like you’re still there, knuckles turning white as he grips the door he’s sat crouched behind to hide himself.

“Forget it. I don’t want to know.”

You huff irritably, keeping your hand clutched against the blanket to make sure it doesn’t fall. That’s not something Robert needs to see again.

“Just—”

“What?”

“Cover yourself up, please.”

Robert waves a hand out of the doorway, growing tempestuous. “I don’t have a towel.”

You’re clearly just as annoyed as him, groaning as you stand up. Robert instinctually turns away, though he knows you’re decent now.

The cupboard door is swung open and you’re fishing a hand in it to grab a towel, turning around and throwing it at Robert so forcibly that it hits him in the face.

“Get out, I need to have a shower.” You bite, still adamantly keeping the blanket wrapped around you.

Robert huffs, closing the door to cover himself with the towel, hoping you won’t notice what exactly pokes against it, and then opens the door again to walk out, brushing past you when you make your way to the bathroom which doesn’t help his situation.

“Nice tattoo, by the way,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder when he spins around.

With one hand reaching over his shoulder to touch the skin where he knows his tattoo is, he wonders how you managed to see it with how fast everything happened.

He doesn’t get to reply before you’re slamming the door shut and he groans as he stomps over to the bed and tumbles on top of it, letting out a muffled shout in between the pillows.

He’s not going to be able to sleep tonight. If not by what he saw, then by what he felt.

A/N: re-reading this before posting it made me laugh out loud, not gonna lie.

Wedding divider credit: firefly-graphics

[sensei-venus]

Alpha!Daniel and Alpha!Girlcock!Amanda, Woo a Omega!Fem!Reader to add to their pack, Headcanons NSFW

(This is based on younger aged Daniel & Amanda, kids haven’t been born yet either.) (unedited)( Gemini-Sensei because girlcock! is life.🥴)

•The fact that her and Daniel are both alpha’s was one thing that the both of them had to overcome when they started dating. It was a bit of a learning curve for a while trying to figure out how to deal with their natural alpha instincts, but they where in love and determined to make it work.

•Daniel didn’t find out about Amanda having a dick until later into their relationship. He admits later in their marriage that he completely forgot most of what he learned in sex ed, the fact that a good portion of female alpha’s are born with both a dick and a pussy. Then again Amanda was the first alpha, a female alpha at that, that he had even been with sexually. Amanda still laughs at the memory of the first time he pulled her dress off and got a face full of her cock.

•Their relationship and marriage was great, they where happy and in love, their sex life was amazing, the dealership took off and they where making good money, they even got into the country club. Daniel never thought he would ever get the chance to be apart of the country club so when he gets a membership for him and Amanda, they use the shit out of it. During this time they are also taking more risks in the bedroom, questioning new things to do and try.

•The minute they are sitting in one of the county clubs dining rooms waiting to be served a nice dinner, when a cute plump omega comes over with their food and a big smile, scent sweet and soft, they shear a look as she leaves and they just know they want her. They have to have her too themselves. When they get home that night they end up fucking to the thought of that omega. They both finish and just lay in bed panting next to each other before one of them says “We have to get her. We got to fuck that little omega full of our cum if it's the last thing we do.” they agree. They later make a plan on how they are going to woo the unsuspecting omega.

•They decide to make it kind of a game at first. Daniel definitely pays someone off to get the omegas work schedule so they know when she will be working.They would go at separate times and different things, Amanda would go and use the pool, in a skimpy bikini with a sun hat and sunglasses. Some times when the omega was around her would hike her leg while putting on sunscreen, hoping to let her get a glimpse of her package. Daniel would come to read books in the library or play a round of golf, he would talk to the omega about books they enjoyed or when he was out on the golf course he would have her bring him drinks as he flexed his biceps. The omega was shy over the whole thing at first, quickly figuring out that the two alphas where married.

•After months of them wooing her, things came to a head when one night at dinner, Amanda “felt sick” and needed help getting to the bathroom. The omega of course wanted to help and helped guide her to the bathroom leaving Daniel to wait at the table. After twenty minutes Daniel decided to go check on his wife. Only to be surprised when he walked into the small bathroom to find the thick little omega on her knees in front of Amanda, her dress pulled up and her lace panties pulled down so that the omega could suck her fat cock and finger her wet pussy. He could only stand and watch as the omega bobbed along his wife’s dick and watch as her fingers thrusted in and out of her cunt.

•After Amanda had blown her load down the omegas throat, pussy clamping around her fingers, Daniel helped to pick her up off the floor. Her eyes where quick to tear up, fearing that she had just helped Amanda cheat on her husband. Daniel was just as quick to kiss her tears away and whisper about how bad he wanted her, just like Amanda did. She melted under his touch as Amanda put her flaccid cock back into her panties and pulled her dress down. They ushered her out of the bathroom and out of the country club, telling her not to worry about going back in to work that night. It wasn’t like she was going to need the job with the way they where going to treat her from now on.

•That night was spent taking turns fucking the omega’s tight cunt and using her pretty mouth. Amanda couldn’t stop jerking off and blowing loads on her fat tits as Daniel pounded away at her little pussy. Amanda loved hearing her moans and screams as Daniel pushed the omegas face into the bed as he fucked her from behind. The way they both gripped at her rolls, the way they kissed as he thrusted away.

•Amanda was thrilled as half way though their passion filled night Daniel’s knot started to swell. She had never seen Daniel actually pop a knot before do to the fact they where both alpha’s. Daniel and her had never actually popped any knots when having sex before, this was all their omegas doing. When the omega was flipped over, covered in a mix of all their cum and other fluids, sweat dripping down her flesh, and she begged for Daniel’s knot, things went haywire. Daniel easily knotted her, his knot popping into her tight cunt with one thrust and then swelling. The two of them connected as Daniel pumped her full of cum.

•Once his knot deflated and he was able to slid out of her, Amanda was replacing him. Her own knot coming to life and throbbing. She couldn’t help but moan from the feeling of all their cum mixing together as she pushed into the whimpering omega.

•The rest of the night was spent taking turns knotting the omega over and over until they all passed out in a pile. The omega buried between the two alpha’s.

•From that night on their relationship only explained. And before long they where officially bonding with her, both alpha’s placing bonding marks on her neck. From that day on she was their pack omega.

(Will do more if people ask)