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taeyongdoyoung · 3 months ago

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daddy's home

summary: boyfriendless, jobless and hopeless, you rush to take the first opportunity you find, which is a nanny position. but the kids are not the only ones you grow fond of... pairing: seungcheol x reader genre: fluff, smut, single dad x nanny AU warnings: kids (triggering, i know), age gap (unspecified), mentions of past cheating, abandonment issues, potential therapy, male masturbation, confessions, blowjob, kissing, eating out, protected sex (unbelievable), dirty talk, size kink, pet names (sweetheart, angel, darling, little girl), sir+daddy kink, unprotected sex (with baby-making goal), breeding kink, creampie, more kids (sorry im ovulating) author's note: this is loosely based on the sitcom the nanny in that there's a single dad with three kids but minus the dead wife trope cuz that's too depressing for my tastes word count: 4.3k

You are desperate. Your shitty boyfriend cheated on you, broke up with you and you also lost your job. So it’s been a couple of terrible weeks. Now, you would take pretty much any kind of job as long as it pays enough for you to afford food and the bills. ASAP.

Single dad looks for a live-in nanny for his three kids. Full-time with Sundays off. Contact this number for more details.

Okay, truth be told, you’ve never considered yourself as someone who is good with kids. But how hard can it be? Have you mentioned you’re desperate?

“Listen, Miss L/N,” Mr. Choi, your potential future employer starts. “I appreciate your enthusiasm but I’m not just going to hire you. I’m looking for someone with experience.”

“Well, I have a bunch of nephews, if they turned out alright under my care, then I guess that counts for something,” you chuckle.

“That’s very nice but I’m talking about professional experience. Have you been a nanny before?”

“Technically, no, but how can I get experience if you won’t hire me?”

“Touché,” Mr. Choi laughs.

“How about a trial period? Let me spend some time with your kids under your supervision and prove myself capable.”

Mr. Choi nods reluctantly.

“Well, you’re in luck since my little goblins have driven away five nannies in the past month.”

Oh, dear. Five nannies…And here you were thinking this could be an easy job.

“So, what’s one more?” you chuckle nervously and Mr. Choi shakes your hand, agreeing to give you a chance.

You are excited when meeting his kids. The eldest daughter - Chaerry is 15, very elegant and polite. You think that you’ll have no problems with her and you’ll have lots to talk about. The middle child and only son - Dino is 10, extremely mischievous and loud. You’ll definitely have problems. Finally, the youngest daughter, Elsie, is 5, she’s such a cutie but leaves a mess of her toys everywhere she goes. It’s easy to trip if you’re not careful, but nothing you can’t handle.

The trial period goes by in a flash. Dino attempts to get on your nerves by pulling pranks like hiding fake spiders in your bag and spraying your outfit with ketchup, but you accept all that with an easygoing laugh. Elsie constantly asks you to play with her toys and you need an unlimited source of ideas to keep up with her wild imagination, but it feels more like fun than a job. Chaerry is quiet and doesn’t share much at the beginning but eventually tells you about this boy at school she has a crush on. So, you count that as a success.

“I must admit, Miss L/N, I had some worries at first but seeing how quickly my kids accepted you is remarkable,” Mr. Choi shares his observations with you at the end of the trial period.

“So, am I hired, then?” you beam with excitement.

“Absolutely, yes. The kids have taken a liking to you and changing nannies so often is probably not great for them, either.”

“So true. Kids need stability and I would be happy to stick around for as long as you’ll have me, Mr. Choi,” you are thrilled not only because you will have a bed to sleep, food to eat and money to spend, but because you are genuinely looking forward to spending more time with these little munchkins.

And spend time with them you do. You're not sure what exactly it is that makes the kids warm up to you, but whatever the reason, it's working.

With Chaerry, you talk about boys and high school drama and make-up. On one occasion, she tells you something that sincerely touches you.

“Thank you for being my best friend, Y/N. I know I shouldn't keep stuff from my dad, but he can be so overprotective sometimes it's difficult to talk about...well, going on dates with boys, mostly.”

“Aww, Chae, you can tell me anything. It'll be our little secret,” you give her a wink, followed by a hug.

You're not exactly sure what the correct response here is. But you'll make sure to maintain some kind of balance - both look after her safety so that Mr. Choi sleeps peacefully at night and not betray Chaerry's trust in you.

With Dino, after the initial phase of silly pranks passes, you notice that he's become more honest and calm.

“You won't leave us like our mom and all the other nannies did, will you?” he asks you one afternoon as you're watching TV together.

You haven't asked Mr. Choi what exactly happened with these kids' mother because frankly, it's none of your business, but something is telling you they're a lot more hurt than they let on.

“I'm not going anywhere, Dino,” you promise, though really, it's up to Mr. Choi to decide that.

“Good. It would really suck if you left.”

That's a lot, coming from the kid who damaged like half of your wardrobe with all kinds of sauces.

With Elsie, another strange situation takes place due to the fact that the kid has no filter.

“Let's play family!”

“Um, okay,” you agree without thinking much.

“This will be daddy,” Elsie points at a stuffed lion plushie and then grabs a tiger plushie, “And this is you, mommy!”

“Oh, honey. I'm not your mommy,” you try to explain as gently as possible.

“But can you be? Daddy says our mommy left and has a new family somewhere else.”

Okay, that's a lot to unpack here. Though you don't think it is your place, you'll need to have a conversation with Mr. Choi, because the kids obviously have some kind of unresolved trauma...

One evening, after the kids have gone to sleep, instead of going to your room, you wait in the living room for your employer to come back from work, so you can approach the subject as delicately as you can.

“Good evening, Miss L/N. Kids go to bed?” he greets you as he takes off his coat.

“Evening, Mr. Choi. Yes, they did. I was wondering if we can have a chat. It can be a sensitive topic, I'm sure, but for the sake of the kids, I think it's important.”

Mr. Choi nods and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

“About their mother...”

“I was wondering how long it'd take you to bring that up,” he chuckles bitterly. “Other nannies wanted me to spill the tea on day one.”

“Wow, seriously?”

“It's not like it's this big secret, I just prefer not to talk about it unless absolutely necessary. My ex-wife...cheated on me and got pregnant by another man, so we had a divorce and I kept the kids, because she said she wants to start anew with this other guy, and...well, the kids said this is their home and that they won't move. So, I suppose the judge took that under consideration.”

“My God. I had no idea.”

“You couldn't have known, considering I just said I don't enjoy revisiting those painful memories.”

“Yes, of course, I only meant that...I guess it explains some things. Forgive me for saying this, but I think the kids have some kind of abandonment issues. Elsie and Dino, in particular, they seem to have a fear that I'll leave just like...well, their mom and the other nannies.”

“And are you? Leaving, I mean.”

“Not if I can help it. Mr. Choi, your kids are very vibrant and precious to me. I genuinely love my job. But I'm worried that what happened with your ex-wife affected them more than they show. Maybe you should look into therapy?”

“I will definitely take that into consideration. Thank you for your candour, Miss L/N.”

“You're most welcome.”

“What about Chaerry?”

“What about her?”

“You said that Elsie and Dino express these abandonment issues. Does Chaerry not have them?”

“She probably does, but at the moment she's too busy thinking about boys.”

“Boys? At her tender age? I don't think so,” Mr. Choi immediately goes into ultra alpha protective dad mode and you honestly find it kind of funny. And hot.

“Oh, relax, Mr. Choi. It's just typical high school drama. There's nothing to be worried about.”

He shakes his head disapprovingly.

“I'm counting on you. Does it ever occur to you how quickly they grow up?”

“I suppose it's more difficult for you. I've only known them for a few months but I think I get what you mean.”

“Yeah...How strange, it feels like you've been part of this family forever.”

You try not to think too deeply about it. He...considers you part of this family. Elsie called you mommy. Dino doesn't want you to leave. And Chaerry talks to you about boys. A topic, which girls usually discuss with their mothers. Oh, sweet heavens. Maybe, this nanny gig is becoming more than a job...

One Monday Mr. Choi texts you not to come to work this Saturday, as the kids will be spending some time with their grandparents (aka Mr. Choi's parents). However, the moment you receive the text, you're too busy trying to escape from Dino who is chasing you with a water gun in the garden. So, you somehow forget to put it down in your calendar.

Saturday arrives and poor Mr. Choi thinks you'd be in your own apartment. Finally, some peace and quiet. His parents picked up the kids early in the morning to go to the park with them so he's all alone and free to do as he pleases.

But alas, you go down the stairs of Mr. Choi's enormous house and make your way to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the kids. However, it's too quiet. Hm, how strange. Maybe, they're not awake yet? You shrug as you pour some milk and cereal in a bowl.

Oh, you hear some noise from the living room. Is that the TV? Your curiosity gets the better of you and you enter it only to find Mr. Choi in a very compromising position. He is touching himself, watching very obscene things on the big screen!

You are on the verge of chastising your boss for doing something like that in the living room, where the kids could walk in any minute, when you remember. The kids...They're with their grandparents today. Which means that...Fuck, you're not supposed to be here. You should be at your own apartment instead of being witness to...your very sexy and very single employer taking care of his needs.

You are going to sneak back into the kitchen and wait for a more appropriate time to leave the house when you hear it. At first you think you're hallucinating but then you hear it twice. Your name.

“Y/N...please, let me-” Mr. Choi moans, his eyes closed, he is unaware of your presence.

However, he doesn't get to finish his sentence because you are so shocked that you drop the bowl of cereal, which shatters on the ground with a loud noise.

“Fuck, I'm so so sorry,” you murmur nervously as your boss finally notices you watching him.

His cheeks flushed, his lips pouting, he is the most adorable you've ever seen him. He hurries to tuck his cock back into his pants and turn off the TV.

“N-no, I'm sorry...Miss L/N, what are you doing here?”

Oh, so you're Miss L/N now...Very well, then.

“I apologize. It must have slipped my mind that the kids are with their grandparents today.”

“It must have,” Mr. Choi repeats coldly, obviously embarrassed by this situation.

You wonder if you should tell him what you heard. Would that be unprofessional? But then again, he is the one who said your name, so...what is professional anyway?

“Do you want me to leave?”

He sighs deeply.

“What's the point? You already saw me...fuck, I feel so humiliated.”

“Why would you feel humiliated? Am I so undesirable that my presence immediately turned you off?” you ask bluntly.

“That's not the case and you know it.”

“I'm not sure I know anything anymore,” you admit. “You...said my name. How is that supposed to make me feel?”

“You were never meant to hear that,” Mr. Choi hides his face behind his hands, the redness refusing to leave his complexion.

“But I did. So, what now?”

“Please, don't quit. I realize that what I did is unforgivable but...the kids care about you so much, it would devastate them to lose you.”

“I wasn't even thinking of quitting. But...are the kids the only ones who care about me?” you need to know.

“No...As it so happens, I care about you.”

“So, stop hiding from me,” you don't know where that boldness comes from as you grab his wrists and remove his hands, so you can look at his face. Fuck, he's so pretty.

“You're not...grossed out by me?” Mr. Choi blinks at you in surprise.

“Kinda flattered, actually,” you confess. “But I'd like it much better if you let me take care of your frustrations.”

“You would?” he is unable to believe his luck when you drop on your knees in front of him and take him out of his pants again, engulfing his cock with your pretty mouth. “Y/N...”

The way he says your name is enough to make you even more enthusiastic, sucking him deeper and bobbing your head to the best of your abilities. He grips your hair tightly and you make sure not a drop is spilled as you swallow his cum down your throat. You wipe off your lips and sit down next to him, unsure of what to do next.

“Mr. Choi...”

“Call me Cheol, please.”

“Cheol...may I kiss you?”

Seungcheol doesn't respond and instead kisses you passionately, grabbing your face with his hands. His tongue is exploring your mouth in ways you'd never imagined could bring so much pleasure and you can't resist the urge to sit in his lap. Somehow, against all reason, he's hard again, as you grind against him. Fuck. He's so hot and sweet and amazing you just want to make him happy. How anyone could cheat on this fine man is beyond you.

“Um...not to assume or anything, but do you have a condom?” you ask sheepishly.

“I do, yes,” Seungcheol goes to his coat and brings a package.

“I mean, don't get me wrong, I love kids, but I think we should be responsible considering this is our first time together and you already have three of your own,” you're probably talking too much but oh well. Better safe than sorry.

“No, I understand. You're totally right.”

“Will you fuck me?” you inquire.

“Here? On the couch?” Seungcheol is in disbelief.

“Well...you were touching yourself here, but I guess it's whatever. Your home, after all.”

He chuckles, suddenly embarrassed again.

“Come on, let's go to my room.”

Seungcheol offers you his hand and you follow him upstairs excitedly. Is this really happening? Are you seriously going to do this with your boss?

He lifts your chin up because he notices you're not meeting his eyes out of nervousness.

“Look at me,” he commands you easily and you're on the verge of falling apart and he hasn't even undressed you yet. The power this man holds over you... “We don't have to do this if you're not ready.”

“It's not that. I do want this. It's just...I don't remember if I told you but I was also cheated on. A little before I came to work here. And like, I haven't been intimate for a while, so I'm nervous. What if I mess something up?”

“Okay, first of all, give me that asshole's address, I just wanna talk. And second of all...darling, I haven't been intimate since way before my divorce took place. Trust me, I'm a lot more nervous than you right now.”

You shake your head.

“Whatever you do, I'm sure I'll find it like super hot.”

Seungcheol laughs and tilts his head, kissing you again.

“You're so cute,” he whispers against your mouth. “I can't wait to ruin you.”

And just like that, it's as if a switch is flipped. He pushes you onto the bed and leans above you menacingly, a devilish smirk painting his pretty face. Seungcheol pushes your dress up hurriedly, touching you all over.

“You really thought you could get away with it, huh? Walking around my house in those dresses of yours looking so sexy? Tempting me?”

“N-no, s-sir,” you murmur, not knowing where the title is coming from.

“God, I'm such a cliché. An old man unable to resist the gorgeous young nanny...”

“You're not old, sir,” you try to reassure him. You're not sure if he's just engaging in dirty talk or is actually having some insecurities. He's still young in your eyes. Whatever the case, you're there for him.

“Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I'm too old for ya...I have three kids. What do you have, hm?” Seungcheol speaks while caressing your pussy through your panties.

“I have you, sir,” you smile and palm his dick teasingly.

He sighs wistfully and buries his head between your folds, licking and teasing until you're a soaking mess for him.

“S-sir, p-please...C-cheol, don't stop,” you cry out helplessly.

It feels so good, too good. He holds you down, hands gripping your thighs as you cum against his tongue. He barely gives you any time to recover as he rolls up a condom on his cock. You stare at him hungrily, impatient to have him inside of you.

Seungcheol is like the drug everyone warned you about. Once you have him, you won't be able to quit.

“Are you ready?” he asks softly in sharp contrast with his previous behaviour.

“Please take me, Cheol,” you would beg if you had to.

And take you he does, entering you deeply with his big cock.

“Fuck, you're so tight, barely fitting me in,” he speaks, stroking your clit in circular motions with his thumb, while he fucks you harshly.

“It's okay, I won't break, sir,” you try to convince him.

“What if I want you to break, little girl?” Seungcheol inquires, his voice half-joking, half-serious, as he.

“Then, I'd be happy to serve you, daddy,” the word slips from your lips before you could think twice about it.

“Daddy, huh? You need daddy to make you cum?” you are grateful he plays along instead of making fun of you in this very vulnerable moment.

“Yes, daddy, please, I'll do anything for you,” you promise in a daze.

“Cum for me, sweet girl, let daddy take care of you,” his deep voice is enough to bring you to the edge.

“Fuuuck, daddy...Cheol,” you mumble repeatedly, as white appears before your eyes.

You're shaking in his arms but it feels like flying.

“I've got you, angel, daddy's right here,” Seungcheol comforts you, as he rides out his own high, spilling inside the condom. Then, taking it off and throwing it in the garbage bin, he hurries back to you.

You make grabby hands at him and he envelops you in a hug.

“I'm here, sweetheart,” he kisses your forehead gently and you melt against his chest.

“Cheol...I think you just murdered me a little,” you laugh.

“Well, then, I better make sure I revive you, because I can't imagine my life without you.”

“Good. You ain't getting rid of me.”

“That sounds perfect because me and the kids would like you to stick around.”

“Oh God, the kids! What time are they coming back?”

“We've got time, don't worry, they should-”

“Daaaad, we're home!” you hear Dino's loud voice from downstairs.

“Fuck,” Cheol curses under his breath and the two of you hurry to make yourselves look somewhat presentable.

Once dressed and back in the living room, you can only hope that you're not too obvious about what went down. However, you can't stop yourself from glancing at Seungcheol and he's just as flustered as you.

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” Dino greets you as if it's completely normal for you to be there. As if you belong.

“How was your time with your grandparents?” you ask, trying to act casual.

“We had so much ice cream!” Elsie squeals excitedly.

“Grandma and Grandpa took us to the park,” Chaerry starts telling you about everything they did in great detail and you are glad that the shy girl you first met is becoming a confident young woman.

Elsie is asking for more ice cream but Seungcheol is explaining that it's lunch time. Dino is painting the table with mustard and honestly, that's so on brand for him...

It is funny where desperation brought you. You realize this is the happiest you've been in a while.

Later, when Seungcheol catches you alone after spending the afternoon with the kids, he asks:

“I know we kinda messed up the proper order of things, but...would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Oh! I'd love that, Cheol. Is it okay to still call you that?”

“Yeah, it's alright.”

“What about in front of the kids? I'm not sure to what point you'd like to mix professional with...personal life.”

“In front of the kids is okay, too,” he laughs, scratching the back of his head. “Actually, do you know what Elsie keeps asking me?”

“What?”

“When will you make Y/N my new mommy?”

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something Elsie would say.”

“So, um, no pressure. But I think you're more than the nanny to me.”

“Well, I would certainly hope so. I didn't raise you, mister!”

Seungcheol can't miss the opportunity for a joke. He takes hold of your hand and places it on top of his...very hard dick.

“You raised him, though,” he whispers.

“Mr. Choi!” you hiss, scandalized. “I mean...Cheol.”

“Did you mean daddy?” Seungcheol teases you relentlessly.

“Stop it, you deviant!” you shake your head. “Fuck, you'll never let me live this down, will ya?”

“Do you kiss your boss with that mouth?” he smirks.

“Don't mind if I do,” you reply and bring your lips to his.

A year passes by quickly. You love every day of your life. Whether it'll be spending time with the kids, or going on fun dates with your boss turned boyfriend, or having mind-blowing sex with said specimen, you are truly happy with how things turned out for the best.

With one tiny thing missing.

“Cheol, can I ask you something?” you mumble one evening, as you are playing with his soft, fluffy hair.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Seungcheol turns towards you, giving you his fullest attention.

“Have you ever thought about having more kids?”

“Hmm, it hasn't crossed my mind. I already have three kids. But it depends. Is that something you're interested in?”

“Not till now. But if it's with you, I'd love to have a kid,” you confess shyly.

“Well, then, let's make you a mommy,” Seungcheol quickly makes it his mission and for the first time, doesn't use a condom.

“Yes, please, daddy, give me your cum,” you moan wantonly, as he fucks you deep.

“Take it like the good girl you are, I'll give you all I've got, fuck a baby in ya,” he grunts in your ear, sounding even more excited than you are.

“I love it, feel so full,” you whimper and can't stop kissing him. You can't believe this beautiful man is yours and wants to give you another present.

“That's right, sweetheart, I'll stuff you full of it,” he moans and releases himself inside you. Your walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, as you reach your high.

Seungcheol gently pushes the cum that's spilling out of your pussy back inside and lifts your legs up.

“Do you think it'll stick?” you ask doubtfully.

“Can't hurt to try again until it does,” he shrugs, determined to succeed.

Nine months later, as you welcome the twins into the family, you realize you've never expected to achieve so much happiness.

“You really had to outdo yourself and give me not one but two babies,” you playfully push Seungcheol's shoulder.

“Is it too late now to say sorry?” he grins nervously.

“Don't be. I'm more than satisfied. But you'll have to give me a raise!”

“I'll give you something better than that,” Seungcheol promises and pulls a diamond ring out of his pocket.

“Oh my God,” you are in shock.

“Y/N...you've given me more than I could ever hope to deserve. You started off as a nanny but you became my three kids' best friend and now, the mother of two more angels. You became my closest person, my source of joy, my sweetheart. Knowing that I can come home to you is the best thing that's ever happened to me. Will you do me the absolute honour of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, of course, yes!” you say through your tears and kiss him, as he slides the ring on your finger.

“Can I call you mommy now?” Elsie peeks her adorable head behind the door, followed by Dino and Chaerry, who are all excited by the good news.

“Congratulations, Y/N!” Chaerry greets you with a hug and whispers: “Thanks for taking one for the team and making our lonely old man. happy.”

“Hey, I heard that!” Seungcheol complains loudly.

Dino jumps on the back of his dad with a loud squeal.

“You better treat her right, Dad!” the boy warns. “Or I'll ketchup your room!”

“Why do I feel like I'm the one being welcomed into the family?” Seungcheol bemoans his fate but he's never smiled wider.

“You'll get used to it,” you joke. “Come on, guys, meet your new brother and sister.”

“Hii, babies!” Elsie and Dino jump excitedly around the twins.

“Oh, they're so cute! Aren't they so cute, Dad?” Chaerry coos at the babies.

“They are, but it's too early for you to think about how cute babies are. Look at me...I already have five. Isn't it tragic?” Seungcheol keeps messing around.

“It could have been twelve or something,” you play along.

“I can't imagine,” Seungcheol cries out indignantly. But deep down, maybe he can.

The End

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1d1195 · 1 month ago

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Hummingbirds

~5.2k words

From me: Based on a song of the same name--you'll see the lyrics in a moment. You'll need to suspend your belief a bit. I'm not sure everything makes perfect sense, but. Some of this story takes place through emailing and I didn't have a good method for this. So bold will be Harry's emails. Pink writing will be hers.

Warnings: angst, fluff, anger honestly just fluffy. second chance love

Summary: Harry has been angry for a really really long time. Only one person ever made him confront his anger.

“Eli, baby, we have to go!”

Harry could hear her from outside. He smirked, sipping his tea while he waited for Buddy to do his business. The air was crisp just like October should be. Decorative spider webs lined the front porch and the flower bushes in front of it. He was utterly pleased with his life. So completely happy.

“Mommy! I can’t find my dinosaur sneakers!”

“I don’t know how to spell it,” Evie frowned. “I’m going to fail!”

“Just do your best and practice, my love. I believe in you,” she assured as she zipped her backpack up at the doorway and stuffed her feet into the slip-on sneakers by the door. They make me feel old, she told Harry. They’re the perfect shoes for a busy Mum, he assured her. And I think y’look hot wearing them.

“Eli, honey!” She called back. “They’re here by the front door!”

Harry couldn’t stop smiling. “How lucky am I, Buddy?” He asked shaking the leash slightly. The dog turned to him and then tugged him around the yard looking for the right spot; totally unaware or unaffected that Harry had the best life there was to live.

“I-M-P-E-R-U-T-I-V-E.”

“Close, baby girl,” she smiled encouragingly. “It’s an A, not U.”

She looked miserable as she stepped off the porch. Evie approached Harry while his wife bent to help Eli with his sneakers. “I’m going to fail, Daddy.”

He chuckled at the little nine-year-old. Crouched to her height twirling the leash tight around one hand. He straightened her little hair bow on the side of her head, pinning her hair back to one side. He kissed her forehead. “Mummy said y’were close. Y’did a great job. Y’jus’ have t’remember there’s an A,” he reminded her and then pinched her cheek gently. “Like the grade you’re going t’get, right?” He winked at her.

Evie’s sweet eyes lit up with new hope. She turned to the pretty woman at the door holding Eli’s hand to usher him quickly out of the house now that his shoes were securely on his feet. “Mommy! Did you hear what Daddy said to help me remember?”

She grinned so beautifully; it melted him. The center of his chest felt deliriously warm. It felt equivalent to being snuggled under a blanket with her, warm and close while it snowed outside their house. The kids drinking hot chocolate at the coffee table and a movie playing in the background.

It was unbelievable she was all his. “What did Daddy say, Evie?” Eli held onto her hand tight while he jumped from the second to last step of the porch while Evie explained the A she was going to get. “Well, I guess you inherited your smarts from Daddy, hmm?” Which was unequivocally a joke. She was a hundred times smarter than him. Or at least it felt that way. But he loved her so much for never making him feel less than. She was good at that. It was impossible to feel less than in her presence.

She was good at everything. Her job, being a wife, but perhaps his favorite thing, she was a tremendous mother. Something he knew she would be good at, but not to the extent he witnessed on a daily basis. Eli hurried to Harry and Buddy petting the dog’s head and giggling when he licked his face. Harry kissed the top of his head and gave his little body a squeeze. “What smarts?” Harry asked.

She rolled her eyes as she finally approached her family. “You’re plenty smart, baby,” she shook her head with a gentle smile. The two kids that looked like the perfect combination of them went to her car and climbed into their respective seats. Harry wrapped his free arm around her back and pulled her to his side. He kissed her temple, nosing along her hairline.

“Not as smart as m’beautiful wife,” he reminded her. She laughed.

“I love you.” She tilted her head up for a kiss which Harry never let her wait for.

“I love you,” he grinned into the kiss.

“Ew!” Eli called.

“Mommy, let’s go!” Evie was eager to get to school and ace her spelling test.

“Bye Daddy!” Eli shouted. She gave his cheek a final peck and she headed across the yard to take their kids to school. “See you at my soccer game!”

“Hey kitten?” He called.

“Yeah?” She asked over her shoulder.

“M’a lucky man t’have you,” he reminded her.

She shook her head, laughed. “Me too, baby. Luckiest girl in the world to have you.”

The second her door closed behind her a swarm of hummingbirds fluttered so loudly into the yard. Seemingly out of nowhere. The noise of their wings was unbelievable. A dull roar. It was hundreds of the little birds, and she paid no mind to them as she started her car. Buddy didn’t care about the intrusion either. Even the kids were indifferent. “Are y’seeing this?” He called out to her. He blinked curiously when she didn’t respond. “What’s with all the—”

I had a dream last night / we were married in that house you always talked about / you were rushing to get the kids to school / packing their lunches, reviewing their spelling words / it was hummingbirds

Harry’s heart was beating like he had just finished a workout. His skin felt clammy. The sheets were wrapped too tightly around his legs. He groaned as his alarm vibrated to the same hum of the birds in his dream. The music playing alongside the vibration made him grumpy. “What the fuck?” He whispered and smacked the song off. He wished he could go right back. Did Evie pass her test? Did Eli score a goal?

Did she still love him the way he dreamed about?

Dr. Hendren listened to Harry’s dream but very much already knew the ending. It was the same as all his dreams with the house and the girl that he had been hearing for ten years.

“Harry,” the doctor said gently as he watched Harry on his screen. “Do you know what hummingbirds symbolize?”

“No,” Harry was grumpy. He always was after a dream that was so real so lifelike. It wasn’t fair. He just wanted her back. Wanted to see her. Wanted to know.

“Healing.” Dr. Hendren was quiet while Harry processed that. He worked his jaw, swallowing, and flexing it as he tried to get the words to come out. His body felt tense. Like he was trapped inside a box that was too small. That didn’t seem right. He didn’t feel like he was healed. He was still frustrated most of the time. Work was a minor distraction, and the loneliness was crippling at times. The only reprieve was dreaming of that pretty girl he knew so many years ago.

Why did it have to be her? She didn’t deserve Harry and his bad attitude. She already suffered through it for two years at a time when life should have been fun, lovely, sweet. They were kids and Harry was an ass. He never even said he loved her back then.

“Don’t you think,” Dr. Hendren continued quietly, and Harry knew what he was going to say. “You’ve been quiet long enough about what you want?” He shrugged. “Harry,” he tutted.

“I wasn’t a good boyfriend.”

“You were a kid.”

“She deserved more.”

“Then tell her. Worst case scenario, she doesn’t want to talk to you and you’ll have some closure and you can stop dreaming about it.”

Harry remained silent, looking around his empty apartment. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright. I’ll reach out to her.”

“Harry,” Dr. Hendren said quietly. “Have you thought about the best-case scenario?”

He shook his head. Thatkind of hope could kill him. But he knew why the dreams were so powerful these days. Why they were so steady and quick.

Woke up bleeding from my mouth / I bit my tongue right through / well I broke the habit / I guess that I’d had it not saying the things I need to

The following morning, he searched his inbox from an email he hadn’t used in ten years and found the address he never thought he’d email again after he broke up with her way back when.

But Harry wasn’t twenty anymore. He was trying to move on. Trying to fix things that should have been fixed a long time ago. He sat on the couch, typed out seven different versions of the message and clicked send before he could overthink it any longer. He slapped the computer shut and rubbed his hands on his pants. He took a sip of the tea he made hoping to calm himself and told himself that it was okay if she didn’t answer.

Hey. Long time. Not sure if you use this email. I know it’s been a long while. Hope you’re well. ... I’ve been thinking of you. And truthfully, I had a pretty realistic dream that you were in the other night. Nothing weird. Just my old self and back then and... I don’t know. ... How are you?

If she was working, she might just be getting settled. Or maybe out with a friend. Running errands. He refrained from imagining a little family that was waiting on her for dinner but reminded himself anyway that there were a million reasons she—

His phone lit up on the table beside the computer and his heart skipped a beat.

Harry Styles. As I live and breathe :) I’m well! How are you?

That little smiley face made his heart ache with adoration for her. He could picture her pretty face smiling. But she answered.

Good. Yeah. I… I’ve been going to therapy regularly. Finally had to and... my doctor and I have discussed a lot of things. You were one of them. I just... wanted to chat with you. I’m sorry, this is so out of the blue and weird.

No! Not at all, Harry. I’m glad you reached out. It’s really nice to hear from you. Therapy? That’s amazing! Do you like it?

I’m a work in progress.

Aren’t we all? :)

He smiled feeling relieved. Even just reading words on a screen made him feel at ease. He could practically hear her sweet, encouraging voice.

What are you up to? Do you live in state still?

Yes! I actually just moved down the road from the college. I’m a guidance counselor at the local high school.

That’s lovely. I’m not surprised you accomplished your goals. Your students are lucky to have you. Are you doing okay? It has to be draining.

A lot of the time yeah. But it’s rewarding as hell. You know I love kids, and I love being able to help.

Harry wondered if it was possible to love her more than he ever had before.

There’s a shadow on my shoulder / always whispers in my ear / that I’m so angry all of the time / I should be alone another year / I didn’t say it how you needed it / must have written it down a thousand times / all the things I would scream at the top of my lungs / if I wasn’t so busy saying I’m fine.

Harry had a habit of not saying what he was feeling. He bottled so much of it up and hid it from the rest of the world. Even people he loved. When he was dating her back in college, he kept a lot hidden and exploded when she asked him simple questions about himself. Trying to understand him and why he was angry all the time. Her willingness to look past it, try and help, and just continue to be kind to him made him angry too. It was constant, draining. It was like he couldn’t help himself.

There was a tiny voice in his head that told him he was too angry for her. She deserved someone lovely and sweet. Someone who would talk to her and tell her things. Be the person she deserved. Because despite everything, Harry loved love. It was nearly impossible for him to show it back then. But he did. He wanted to love her the way she needed.

But he was so busy being angry and bottling his emotions he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t love her the right way.

It was so unfair to her and looking back on it made him feel like a proper ass.

So, he was grateful for the email communication. He couldn’t imagine having this conversation with her about all this in person. They chatted for days. Catching up on things, reminiscing. Their email chain was up to 100 something messages. Some messages were long. Harry chatted about his family and she about hers. There were updates on work. On friends they still spoke to and no longer did. The conversation continued over the course of a little under a week.

But the most shocking details came from her.

I mentioned I moved... my ex-fiancé broke off our engagement. Don’t feel too bad for me, it’s actually a relief in hindsight. Something I’ve been trying to figure through. It’s why I know that anything you feel you did wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it was. There’s far worse relationship enders than a little bit of anger.

Jesus, I’m so sorry, kitten.

Well, isn’t that a sweet name for sore eyes :) Don’t be sorry. It’s good. I have this cute apartment to myself and it’s for the best it happened now before there were too many variables to consider...like kids or a house or something, you know? I’m definitely sad. But he wasn’t the one for me at the end of the day.

Sorry for dumping all that on you. It’s not really fair given our past. I think a lot of my friends disagree with my choice on this to let him go so it’s nice to just tell someone non-judgmental.

Harry felt angry the way he used to. The way that made him want to scream and he felt the desperate need to message Dr. Hendren because he felt out of his depth. All he said was sorry. How could she feel he was non-judgmental. He was judgmental. He was judging the fuck out of the piece of shit that broke her heart and made her sad.

But he was no better.

The man is an idiot to lose you. I know from experience.

:) I have to head to bed, there’s a big pep rally tomorrow at school so I have to have my brain ready for chaos. Sleep well Harry.

Good night, kitten.

He reread those messages over and over and right before he was going to fall asleep, his phone lit up with one more message.

You’re not an idiot by the way. He might be, but you, Harry Styles are not.

So of course, he dreamed of Evie, Eli, and the sweet girl at the other end of his emails that night.

And hummingbirds.

Thousands of hummingbirds.

Most of their messages were short.

I’ve been going to therapy for three years now.

That’s wonderful, Harry. Really. Do you like it?

Yeah...it’s hard.

:( Yeah... It really is. Do you like your therapist?

Yeah. I’ve had him the whole time.

Yeah? That’s good. I’m... proud of you. I don’t want to be weird about it, but I know you were angry. Really angry. It wasn’t good. You didn’t deserve that. I’m glad you have someone to help you work through it.

...You were so nice to me. When you shouldn’t have been. I didn’t treat you right.

You were wonderful, Harry. We were practically kids. If our relationship had any faults, it was because we were too young. I don’t regret a second of time being with you.

His heart skipped a beat. He felt that frustration from back when they were young, and she was so understanding but it didn’t make him grumpy or feel inadequate. All he felt was a sense of belonging. Something he probably would have felt back then if he could have gotten out of his own way. She was willing to look past it then as she was now.

You’re much too forgiving. He wrote. Because old habits die hard.

You weren’t fine, Harry. You didn’t know. We didn’t know what we were dealing with at that age.

Harry hadn’t a clue what he was dealing with. Did he even know now?

Can... can I give you something?

Give me something?

Yes. I... I can bring it to your apartment or to school or we can meet, I just... I’ve been trying to let it go but I think... I think my dream was reminding me that... there’s more to you. More I need to do for you.

Sure, if you think it will give you closure.

God, Harry wanted anything but closure.

Just to clarify: I don’t think you owe me anything.

I kept a lot hidden from you. I held back and it wasn’t fair. All you wanted was to love me and I wouldn’t let you.

It’s a vulnerable thing, Harry. To be loved. You didn’t do anything wrong. We were just young.

But... you knew I wasn’t fine, and you tried and... I just wasn’t fair to you.

You were fine, Harry. I promise. Bring me whatever it is that you need to give me to make you believe you did what you could with what you had.

Her apartment had a wreath on the door. It was beautiful with an array of burnt orange and red flowers and green vines. The perfect fall wreath. Beside the door were three pumpkins of different sizes. If he didn’t have her address, he almost thought he would know it was her place. He looked at the mat in front of the door that said welcome, and he wondered if there was any other place where someone actually meant it.

Swallowing, he took a deep breath and knocked. After a minute, the door was out of the way.

At 18, Harry thought she was beautiful. The most beautiful girl he had ever met. During the time they dated, he thought she got more beautiful every second. Apparently, he was right because the woman before him somehow got exponentially more beautiful. Her smile was so inviting, so warm. Like he was seeing an old friend. “Hey Harry,” her voice was sweet. Not an ounce of distrust, frustration, nothing. Their breakup was ten years ago. Not a degree of anger was left.

Harry wasn’t angry either. Not anymore. But if she had broken up with him and he hadn’t done all this work to better himself, he would have been. He didn’t know how she could be so sweet after all she went through.

“Hi,” he swallowed. “I don’t want t’keep you. S’really nice t’see you,” his dream didn’t do her justice. Sure, she was beautiful especially with their imaginary kids. Simply stunning. But this was more. This was the beautiful angel he loved so much even when she wasn’t his to love.

“You’re not keeping me; do you want to come in?” She shifted to open the door wider. “I can make some tea. Or we can order pizza?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I jus’ want t’give y’this,” he handed her the shoe box.

She opened the lid. “Well, you know I won’t say no to shoes,” she smirked.

As much as he wanted to laugh at her joke, he felt like he made a mistake. The box was out of his hands. Not because of what was in there but because of the fear of rejection and being so vulnerable. Feelings of inadequacy were currently circulating through his bloodstream. “Um... s’not—”

“What is this?” She asked, tilting her head. He swallowed, pinched his lower lip between his fingers and took a deep breath.

“S’letters.”

“Letters?”

“I wrote t’you.”

“Me?”

He took a deep breath. “M’sure y’know m’not good at saying what m’feeling.”

She replaced the lid, leaning against the frame. “I feel like I’m a little lost here, Harry.”

He nodded, shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t fidget or reach back out to take it from her. His mouth felt dry. He wished he had taken her offer for a glass of water now. “I know y’said y’thought we were fine. But m’not happy with how I treated you. Y’were an angel. The perfect girlfriend and I treated y’unfairly a lot. I guess I’ve really held onto that and some of those letters are old but when I hit low points I thought ‘bout what y’said back then. How I wasn’t on m’own. I was allowed t’be angry. But I had t’let people in. All that. I wrote t’you a lot over the years. M’therapist said it was actually one of the smartest things I’ve done on m’own,” he chuckled. “I want you t’read them. When y’have time. I guess. I don’t know,” he cleared his throat. “This is really scary,” he admitted.

“Okay,” she nodded encouragingly and reached out to his forearm. She squeezed it reassuringly. It was only a touch on his arm, and he felt so good feeling it. He knew it was her training kicking in. Like a broken, beaten student at her office door. “I can do that,” she assured him. “Do you want me to text you about each one? Or just a summary of all of them? Or do you want me to not say anything?”

He looked at his feet. “Fuck...” he whispered to himself. “I don’t know.”

“Okay,” she took a deep breath. “Thank you,” she smiled. “I’ll start reading tonight and I’ll decide in the moment. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”

He nodded, looked at his feet. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?”

“S’a lot.”

“I enjoy reading, Harry,” she grinned and moved her hand to his upper arm and soothingly rubbed up and down. “Thank you for trusting me.”

Of course he did. There was no one else he really did. He nodded, feeling nauseous but still lighter. “I’m gonna go now,” he swallowed.

“I’ll email you,” she assured him with a smile and headed inside.

Like it grows old real fast / how much you can love and not get it back / were we too attached? / It’s a shame how often goodbyes last / I thought we were better than that / I thought I was stronger at last.

The knock on the door was hurried, eager. Insistent on being heard.

At first, he felt frozen in the kitchen cleaning up the dinner he made himself and placing the dirty dishes in the sink. Maybe he imagined the knock. Maybe he was just dreaming again. Plus, she said she would email right? This wasn’t something to feel nervous about.

But the flutter of knocking continued. He hurried from his frozen position as the rapid taps hit the wood. He knew. His gut telling him exactly who was on the other side of that door. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed before pulling it out of the way.

“You bought me the house?!” She shrieked.

Harry dipped his head to avoid her eyes. “Yes.”

“Harry Styles, what the fuck?!”

He felt sick. “You hate it?”

Her eyes were red, glossy. Not what he expected at all. But why wasn’t it? This wasn’t normal. After a breakup of her own where she was sure she was going to marry the guy. Harry appeared out of nowhere. Telling her that he had a dream about her, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about her.

She covered her mouth and shook her head. “Harry,” she croaked.

“I’m—"

“You can’t buy me a house! We’re not even... Harry. This is insane! You have to see that!”

He shrugged. “I guess... but... I don’t know, kitten. I think about you all the time. I see this house in my sleep. I see our life in m’dreams every night.”

She was wearing only socks. Like she didn’t even have time to put on shoes. She held the paper in her hand wrinkled like she had read it hundreds of times already even though he had only given it to her the night before and he just knew which one was in her hands. She cleared her throat and read the date from ten years ago before she read the remainder of the letter.

To the resident(s) of 1278 Chestnut Street

My name is Harry Styles, and I am a college student in town. My girlfriend and I walk by your lovely home every day when we head to our favorite coffee shop after class. We love your home. Or I should say, my girlfriend LOVES your home. She claims it’s her dream home. The porch, the yard, the location... everything. She even loves your driveway. Every bit of your house is part of this fantastic dream she has of the life she wants in the future.

I don’t know if I’ll be with her forever. I am... working on myself. I’m not very good at all this relationship stuff. Especially when it comes to her. Quite frankly, I think she deserves way better than me. But on the off chance I am lucky enough to keep her in my life for as long as I would like, I want to make her dreams come true. She deserves that. She deserves every single one of her dreams to come true. She is the kind of girl that deserves every good thing that can possibly be provided for her.

If you ever find yourself selling, would you please consider emailing me first? Of course, if you have family that you plan on giving your home to, I understand. I can’t even promise I’ll be able to afford it, but I’ll want to know. If only to pass on the message to her somewhere down the line. She deserves the chance to have all her dreams come true.

I’m not sure where you are in life or if you have ever been in a relationship like this one. This girl is so special. She’s an angel. The kind of love that even a movie couldn’t show, or a book couldn’t write. I’m lucky to have her right now and I don’t know why she’s with me. I don’t know why I’m even sending this crazy letter other than I know I have to try. Even if she’s smart enough to leave me, I want her to know her dream home is available. Somewhere down the road. Even if we’re not on the same road anymore. That’s what she deserves.

I’m sorry to bother you like this. I hope you can understand what love can do to a guy in college with a girlfriend who is LEAGUES above him. Thank you for taking time to read this and I hope you continue to enjoy your lovely home.

Sincerely,

Harry

Her voice shook as she read it. “You sent that when we were in college.” He nodded, swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at the packet stapled together. “They emailed you,” she whispered. He nodded again.

“Dear Harry. We got your letter. When the time comes. We’ll be moving closer to our children. They’ve never expressed interest in our house the way you have. My wife and I met in college and believe me, I know a little something about finding the girl of your dreams. It’s nice you’re working on yourself. You deserve the life that fits this house too. We hope it’s with the girl that is leagues above you (although, we imagine she’d think differently). We’ll be in touch. The Andersons.”

Harry watched her flip the page as she made eye contact with him briefly before returning her gaze to the paper in front of her.

“Dear Harry. We hope life is treating you well. That you’re working on yourself, and your girlfriend is still around. If she’s not, we hope you’re not being too hard on yourself. We wanted to let you know we’ll soon be moving to a retirement community close to our son. We want to have you (and your girlfriend) over for dinner if you’re available. Let us know.”

Harry knew what was coming but he was still terrified. Why was she here? Barefoot. Reading the letters to him. What did she think.

“Dear Harry. It was so nice to meet you in person. Here is the contract we discussed. See you soon.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Kitten,” he whispered.

“Dear Harry. We hope you get her back. Enjoy your home. Never stop giving out your love. The Andersons.”

She was teary, swallowing hard. Her hands were shaking as she held the papers in front of her. “You bought me a house.”

He nodded. There was a pause. “M’sorry I took so long.”

She dropped the papers and launched herself into his arms. He stumbled back at the impact. Her arms around his neck, her feet barely touching the floor as she tucked her face into his shoulder. “Harry,” she whimpered. Harry sighed, wrapped his arms tightly around her, one at her waist, the other hand cupping the back of her head.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” his voice felt raw. Like he was the one that was crying and shaking. Not her.

She sniffled and nodded. “I know,” because she did. She read every single letter. Watched the date change but one thing never did and that was the love she felt in each letter.

“M’so tired, kitten,” he croaked.

“Of what, baby?” She cupped his face. The emotion on his face was tender and nothing like she remembered from ten years prior. Her thumb soothingly rubbed his cheek.

“Life without you,” he closed his eyes tight. “This house is yours I want nothing more than for you t’have it, but I want it t’be ours.”

She sniffled, ducked her head briefly as she glanced around. “You decorated it for Halloween,” she whispered.

“You would have done better.”

She snorted. “Harry...”

“If this is the house that makes you happy then I want it jus’ as much, kitten. But you’re my home. You always have been.”

“I don’t know what to say Harry,” she whimpered.

“Say yes.”

“Harry...” she whispered.

“Please, I’m so tired of loving and loving and never feeling that way. I know s’how I made y’feel in college and y’jus’ dealt with it. Y’jus’ wanted love and I didn’t give y’what y’needed. But m’ready now. M’so ready t’do whatever y’need t’love you the way y’deserve. The way y’always deserved.”

Not for the first time in his life, Harry prayed that if this was a dream, he would never wake up.

He never thought he would hold her again. Never thought she would be in the house she always wanted. Or that she would know he was sorry for how he was back when he was an angry kid.

Perhaps most importantly, he never thought he would feel her lips on his ever again.

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colin bridgerton x wife, fem!reader

summary: after colin and yourself find yourselves bored at a ball, he decides to cheer you up

warnings: nudity, semi-public sex, p in v, expeditionist kink, breeding kink, praising kink, fingering, orgasm, breast play, switch!reader, switch!colin

A/N- Colin needs some more love, his character is so underrated

You and Colin had to go to another ball. As a member of the Ton, you are expected to attend almost all of the balls in the social season. Despite this, it didn’t change the fact that you hated them. You were never a social person. Colin also never really found them much fun anymore; they were repetitive and he would rather stay home with his wife.

That is what lead you to being sat opposite Colin in your carriage. Colin had your hand in his hand and was gazing at you sneakily. You were looking out the window and so he thought you wouldn’t notice him. “What are you looking at, Lord Bridgerton?”, you teased as you turned to stare at him. “Just a beautiful lady.”, he playfully stated.

You groaned as you sighed: “Balls are so pointless. I don’t understand why society makes us go.”

“Well, as members of the Ton, it would be seen as wrong if we didn’t attend a few.”, he placed a delicate kiss to your cheek. “I guess so.”, you responded in an unbelieving tone. He simply chuckled.

The carriage then pulled to a stop and Colin gracefully guided you out of the carriage as he always does. You slowly walked into the beautifully decorated ballroom. You glanced around and admired it in silence. “I have to say they have outdone themselves this year.”, Colin stated matter-of-factly.

You nodded your head in agreement before continuing further into the vast room. As you cast your eyes around the room, you spotted Anthony with Kate and Anthony finally noticed you and called you and Colin over. “Brother. Y/N.”, Anthony welcomed. “Anthony.”, you reciprocated. “Have you been on any new travels, brother?”, Anthony questioned. “No, I don’t intend to go on any for a while. I have my duties as a husband to tend to.”, he smiled as you blushed. You turned around and saw Kate talking to Violet.

“Kate. Violet.”, you greeted. “Y/N, how are you?”, Violet asked kindly. “Good, thank you, how are you?”, you replied. “I am great. The ballroom is so elegant and beautifully decorated I must admit.”, she stated. “I would have to agree. Look at the gorgeous paintings.”, Kate added. “Mhm, I do quite like the chandelier. It is so detailed.”

Violet nodded her head in agreement. You looked past Violet and recognised Colin’s eyes boring into your figure. You stared at him in concern as he made his way over. “Mother, I hope you do not mind if I steal my wife.”, he said in acknowledgment of his mother. “Of course not.”, she smiled at her son’s happiness.

Colin had a steady grip on your arm as he lead you outside. “What are we doing out here?”, you asked. He ignored you as he gently pushed you against a wall, careful to not hurt you. Fortunately, there were no windows and you were covered by a pillar. “Darling, you didn’t expect us to stay in there for the whole ball, did you? I know how much you despise these events.”, he says confidently. You gazed up at him with innocent eyes. He sighed as he attached his lips to yours with such a passion.

He slipped his tongue into your mouth and explored the crevices. He pulled away and moved his calloused hands to the back of your corset and looked to you for consent. “Yes.”, you muttered, still out of breath from your lengthy kiss. He hastily undid your corset, occasionally tightening it instead of loosening it.

You then tugged on his shirt, asking him to remove it. He instantly removed it and locked his lips to your bare chest. He gazed at your hardened nipples and glanced at the rest of your body. “You are perfect, my love.”, he confessed. He quickly reattached his mouth to your breasts and sucked on your nipples. You whimpered at the feeling. He placed his fingers against your other breast that wasn’t getting any attention and began kneading his hand on it. You were so wet for him already. He then decided to plunge two fingers into your slick and pumped in and out of you until you had adjusted and he then took out his fingers.

As you stared at him hungrily, he knew what you wanted and so he took off his breeches and exposed his hardened cock. You gazed into his eyes lustfully. He grabbed his cock that dripped with pre-cum and lined it up with your folds. He rubbed his length up and down your folds to gain your slick on his cock. His length twitched as he made contact with your pussy.

He allowed you time to adjust before he slowly thrusted in and out of you. Colin then moved closer to you so your hips were in contact with each other. He wanted to reach the deepest spot he could. “Fuck, Colin…”, you moaned as tears brimmed in your eyes. He whimpered quietly at your moans. He moved his large hands to feel his bulge in your stomach. “Taking it so well, Y/N.”, he praised. He sighed in pleasure.

You cautiously moved off Colin’s cock to which he grunted in disapproval. You then shoved him against the floor carefully. You looked at his irritated and dismissed length before lowering yourself over it. You then grinded against Colin and he moaned in response as you gripped his hair. At any point, anyone could walk out and see the two of you but you were too euphoric to care now. You let out quiet and gentle moans as you bounced on his girthy cock. Colin sighed contentedly as he felt your walls clench around his shaft.

You released your juices all over Colin’s cock as you came down from your high with tears streaming down your face from the pleasure. Colin then hold you in place with his big and tender hands as he hip-thrusted into you and felt his cock twitch before he shot his load deep into your pussy.

You waited for a few minutes with Colin’s soft cock still in your pussy as you gained your breath back. Both of you then glanced around and after seeing no one, you both let out some quiet laughs. You hastily attempted to lace up your corset and Colin ended up helping you after he had put his shirt and breeches on. “Thank you.”, you kissed his red lips sweetly. “We should head back in before anyone notices we’ve been gone.”, Colin replied.

You slowly walked back in (with the assistance of Colin’s sturdy arms) and looked around before making your way over to an empty corner. “That was such a lovely way to spend the ball, Colin. We should do it again.”, you admitted. He hummed in agreement as he smirked at the state of you. Red lips and wobbly legs.

Suddenly, Violet was walking toward you two and you grabbed Colin’s arm and wrapped it tighter around your shaking frame. “Where have you two been? The Queen wanted to see you both on the dance floor as you are a newly married couple.”, she whispered worriedly. “Mama, we were just outside. We enjoyed our time outside much more than we would have in here.”, he said with amusement in his eyes. “Hmm, okay. Next time, you have to dance though, okay?”, she questioned. Colin just nodded along. She then walked away.

“Next time, we are not dancing. I know how much you dislike it, Y/N and I believe that we have found a much more enjoyable activity.”, Colin chuckled. You sighed as you flushed slightly.

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alotofpockets · 4 days ago

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Finding comfort | Katie McCabe x Teen!Reader

Where you're always very timid, but open up to Katie

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You had never been great at new environments. It always takes a long time before you are able to warm up to people you don’t know. So, being called up to Arsenal’s senior team and being surrounded by a whole new team definitely wasn’t an easy task.

The first few weeks had flown by, but you hadn’t really spoken to any of your teammates, besides giving short answers to their questions.No one seemed to mind that you were so timid, never pushing you.

Behind your back they had spoken about it, not in a bad way, more so that they were worried that you weren’t comfortable here. They tried in different ways to make you feel more included, hoping you would start opening up more, but despite their best efforts not much changed. However, your teammates were patient with you, and you were grateful that they weren’t pushing.

“Good morning, are you ready for training?” Kim said as she sat down besides you in the locker room. You smiled timidly and nodded. Your team captain smiled and quietly got ready besides you. Around you the room was buzzing with the chatter of the rest of your teammates.

Training today was a gym session. You enjoyed gym days because for the biggest part of it, you were working individually. While yes football was a team sport, so that part was very important, the individual work made you feel more comfortable with the new environment.

You started with biking, as that was usually the equipment that everyone liked the least, so you would have the space to yourself. After a few minutes of cycling, Katie walked up. “Hey Kid, mind if I join you?” In response you nod. She sits down on the bike beside you and starts cycling with you.

After a few minutes of silence, Katie turns her head your way with a serious expression. “I’ve got an important question for you.” You turn to her, worried about what she might ask. Katie McCabe wasn’t known for being serious, so this must be something big or important.

“Do you think cereal is a soup?” You look at her in disbelief, definitely not having expected that question at all. “That’s your important question?” Your lips curl up slightly. “Yes, I need to know where you stand on the matter.” She says just as seriously as she started.

This time your smile breaks out and you start laughing. Katie smiles proudly before she joins in on your laughter. “So,” She says when the laughter dies down. “Is it soup?” You shake your head. “Definitely not and you can’t convince me otherwise.”

Katie gasped, her face filled with shock. “Not soup? Unbelievable. I thought you had better judgement, Kid.” You felt the walls you had up crumble bit by bit every time she joked around.

The sound of your laughter caught the attention of a few of your teammates in the gym. They looked at the intersection between you and Katie with smiles on their faces. Who would have thought that Katie would’ve been the one to get you to open up more?

“I will let you off the hook this time. Everyone is allowed one wrong opinion, and you have just used yours.” You shake your head with a chuckle. “Good to know.”

The two of you continued chatting throughout your bike session. The team occasionally looks over, happy to see that you are feeling more at home. Wondering what kind of magic Katie used to get through to you.

“Do you maybe want to join me and toss the ball around?” Katie is quick to say yes, happy that you want to continue opening up to her. “Right behind you.” She says as she gets stopped by Leah on the way.

“I’ve never seen her like this. How did you get her to open up?” The blonde asks full of wonder. Katie shrugs, “I told you that I am funnier than the rest of you.” She walks off proudly, leaving Leah standing there dumbfounded.

You had picked out the weight that you wanted to use right as Katie walked up. “Alright, show me what you got, Kid.” She stood a few steps in front of you and got ready to catch the ball. You held it at chest height as you squatted down and in your movement up, you threw the ball her way. She did the same movement before tossing the ball your way again.

Just like on bikes, the two of you were chatting. It seemed like you were getting really comfortable with Katie, and there was just one thought on the older players' mind. “Why me?” She asked out loud before thinking.

“I eh, I mean you’re opening up to me and I was wondering what made you do so with me?” She threw the ball back your way. You catch it with ease and as you squat down you answer her question.

“You just made me feel safe.” You toss the ball back but Katie is so caught by surprise with your answer that it just falls to the ground in front of her. “I win.” You say with a proud smirk.

“Yeah yeah, well done, Kid.” Katie tries to shrug off the loss, but ultimately she’s feeling very good, because she had created a safe space for you without even realising it. Growing up with younger siblings had unintentionally prepared her for youngsters joining the team.

“I want a revance on this next training.” You shake her reached out hand. “Deal, but don’t be upset if I beat you again.” Laughter erupts in the room. Your cheeks turn a bright red when you realise everyone was looking at you.

Katie notices and puts her arm around your shoulder. “Get used to it Kid, that humour will get you far with these girls.”

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punkshort · 1 year ago

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i'll be home for christmas | part two

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Having just caught your fiancé cheating on you, you decide to come back home from the big city to Austin for the month of December to try to figure out your next step. You had no idea you would be getting more than you bargained for with the handsome single dad who built your parents' house.

Chapter Warnings: no outbreak, modern day but Joel is 40, language, fluff, very soft!joel, flirting, kissing, hallmark movie tropes up the wazoo, mentions of infidelity, mentions of divorce, reader's sister is pregnant, hurt/comfort, explicit smut (18+MDNI), (somewhat) unproteced piv sex, angst (but you know there will be a happy ending, this is Hallmark, after all)

WC: 12K

A/N: I am so overwhelmed at the response I received for part one. No contest, it's my most successful story to date, and I can't thank you all enough ❤️ I really hope you enjoy this part just as much. Please read the warnings, this has some (very sweet and soft) smut at the end, so if it isn't your thing, feel free to skip it.

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Joel sat in his truck, the engine long cooled down by now, as he stared blankly at his garage door, waiting for the stupid grin to leave his face before he went inside to face his brother. But he had been sitting there for almost twenty minutes, and he was still smiling behind the back of his hand.

That date with you was perfect. Well, he could have done without getting knocked on his ass by some kid, but it worked out for him in the end, so he didn't mind.

Goddamn, did you make him feel good. There was no way he would be able to sleep that night, he was sure of it. Not after the way you looked at him, touched him, kissed him. A big part of him wondered for a long time if he would spend the rest of his life alone, believing that lightning doesn't strike twice, that he would never find anyone who would look at him and want him the way you did.

He ignored the nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him you didn't live there, that you would be going back to New York in a couple short weeks. He couldn't let that bring him down just yet, that was a problem for another day. Right now, his only problem was resisting the urge to drive back to your house and scoop you up in his arms so he could make you feel as good as he felt.

It was close to midnight, so he caved and went inside, hoping his brother would be too groggy to interrogate him. When he walked in and saw Tommy and Sarah lounging on the couch, wide awake and watching some action flick, his face fell.

"Hey, it is way past your bedtime, the hell are you doin'?" Joel scolded, sliding off his boots.

"Dad, c'mon, it's the weekend," Sarah whined.

"Don't care, you know the rules," he told her, trying to sound firm, but he had such a soft spot for her that he never succeeded in sounding threatening.

"But it's a special occasion, I wanted to hear how your date went," she grinned, sitting up and wiggling her eyebrows. Joel's jaw dropped and shot a glare at his brother while stretching his arms out at his side in disbelief.

"Oh, come on, she practically dragged it outta me," Tommy smirked.

"Unbelievable," Joel muttered, collapsing on the end of the couch and rubbing his eyes.

"So?" Sarah pushed, tucking her legs underneath her excitedly.

"I ain't talkin' about this with you," he said, biting his cheek as he stared at the TV.

"Why not?" she pouted, but Joel just shook his head.

"Go brush your teeth," he said.

"Fine," she replied, rolling her eyes as she made her way to the stairs. "But I'll get it out of you one day."

She stomped upstairs and it wasn't until Joel heard the water running that he turned to his brother.

"What the hell, Tommy? You know I didn't want her knowin' about that," he said, exasperated.

"Oh, relax," Tommy said, stretching his arms above his head. "She's sixteen, Joel. She's smart. She figured it out herself, I just confirmed it after gettin' the third degree."

Joel sighed and tipped his head back onto the sofa, closing his eyes.

"Christ," he muttered.

"What's the big deal?"

Joel sat up and opened his eyes.

"Big deal is, she lives in New York. There's no future there, we were just hangin' out, and I don't need Sarah gettin' her hopes up," Joel explained, trying to downplay his feelings, but his chest squeezed at the thought of you leaving one day.

"Ever hear of long distance?" Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That never works," Joel replied, shaking his head.

"Well, maybe you should make it work," he said, sitting up and muting the TV. "You know, Sarah just wants you to be happy, Joel. We both do," Tommy said somberly. "Told me tonight she's worried about you bein' all alone when she goes off to college."

"I'll be alright," he said gruffly, although the same thought was plaguing his mind recently, as well.

Tommy stared at his brother a moment as Joel watched the TV, pretending to follow the story even though there was no audio. He decided to drop it for now and changed the subject.

"So, you gonna tell me how it went or what?"

Joel bit his lower lip, trying to keep himself from smiling, but he failed. Tommy noticed right away and grinned, leaning forward to tap his knee.

"I know that look," he said, still grinning.

"Yeah, alright," Joel finally said with a smile. "It was great. Really fuckin' great."

"Hell yeah!" Tommy yelled, and Joel immediately shushed him, pointing upstairs.

"She's funny and she's sweet, we had a real nice time," Joel said, his grin permanently etched on his face now.

"I figured it went well since you got home so late," Tommy replied with a wink.

"I ain't gonna sleep with her on the first date," he whispered, just in case Sarah was listening. He settled back into the couch as Tommy turned the TV volume back on, letting the movie play for a minute before adding, "She's a good kisser, though."

"Oh, I can't wait to meet this girl," Tommy chuckled with a shake of his head. "Haven't seen you smile this much in years."

"Yeah, well," Joel replied noncommittally, still smiling like an idiot and staring at the TV. He decided to stay downstairs that night, finishing the movie and then starting another one on the couch long after Tommy left, unable to quiet down his mind long enough to fall asleep until nearly three in the morning.

You woke up the next day, stretching your arms above your head with a big yawn, not ready to get out of bed yet but the voices downstairs told you it must have been late. With a groan, you reached over and snatched your phone off the charger. When you saw you had a text waiting for you, your heart skipped a beat until you read Sydney's name and not Joel's. Your eyes flicked to the top of the screen, noting it was close to ten in the morning, before sliding open the text.

Sydney: sorry forgot to reply yesterday. I saw will at black & blue, he was hammered and falling all over the place

You scowled, not interested in whatever your ex was up to, so you replied with just the thumbs up emoji and set your phone back down.

Staring at the ceiling, you dreamily thought about your date with Joel. God, he really took you by surprise. You were proud of yourself for taking that first big step forward and putting yourself out there again, but you had no idea it would feel like this. You weren't even sure you ever felt like this with Will. Even when things were good, Will never treated you the way Joel did last night. He was so earnest and respectful, opening doors for you and actually listening to you talk about work. And he didn't even try to feel you up, either, although you probably wouldn't have minded. Maybe it was those Southern manners you were missing this whole time.

With a groan, you dropped your phone back on the nightstand and swung your legs over the edge of your bed, wrapping yourself in your robe, still not expecting it to be so cold in Texas. Even though it was December, it was unusual.

You made your way into the kitchen and made a beeline for the coffee, tossing a wave in the direction of your parents sitting with your sister and brother in law in the living room.

"She lives!" Cassie exclaimed with a smug look on her face. You held your mug up to your lips and blew on the liquid, frowning when the whole family was looking at you with matching, goofy smirks.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" your mom asked innocently. You squinted at her as you sat down, not buying it.

"How was your date?" your sister asked. You took a sip of coffee before replying.

"Good," you said simply, nodding your head. Your mom and dad exchanged a look and you frowned again, getting annoyed.

"What?" you asked loudly.

"Nothing!" your dad said, looking back down at his newspaper. Who even still gets the newspaper delivered anymore, anyway?

"Josh, what's going on?" you asked your sister's husband, knowing he was the weakest link. He glanced nervously between you and Cassie.

"They saw you and Joel on the Ring camera," he blurted out, and your family all groaned in unison. Your face flushed beet red, gawking at them all in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me?" you screeched.

"We didn't mean to, Bucky. Dad was reviewing the footage because he couldn't find the newspaper this morning and, well..." your mom trailed off, trying to hide her smile.

"Oh my god," you whined, tucking your legs to your chest and hiding your face.

"Looked like the date was a little more than good," Cassie teased, and you smacked her on the leg.

"I can't believe this," you mumbled to yourself, hiding your face behind your coffee mug and praying someone would change the subject. "How much did you see?"

"Just from when he pulled in the driveway til when you went inside," your mom said with a shrug.

"That's, like, everything, Mom! Oh my god!" Your face was hot with embarrassment now.

"He looks like a good kisser, is he a good kisser?" Cassie asked.

"Shut up!" you whined, covering your face with your free hand.

"There's nothin' to be embarrassed about, he was a gentleman. Held the door open for you and everythin'," your dad murmured, and you groaned.

"Can we talk about literally anything else, please?" you begged.

"Of course!" your mom said, her eyes flicking around the room, waiting for someone to say something, but nobody spoke.

"I'm sorry, Buck, but you gotta see the the smile on his face after you went inside, it was so cute," Cassie said, pulling out her phone.

"I'm going upstairs!" you announced, jumping up from the couch.

"Wait! Are you still coming by later to help paint the nursery?"

"I don't know, are there any cameras there?" you shouted over your shoulder as your climbed the stairs with your coffee to hide in the sanctity of the guest bedroom.

"Well, no. Only because I haven't set the baby monitor up yet," Cassie called back and giggled when she heard you slam your door.

Grumbling to yourself, you flopped back into bed and picked up your phone, looking for a distraction from your embarrassment. You quickly found one when you saw you had a missed text from Joel.

Joel Miller: Question for you - when is the earliest you should text someone without looking too pathetic after you've had the best date of your life?

You grinned as you typed out a response.

You: answer - whatever time you sent this text :)

Joel Miller: Oh, good. Thought I scared you off, sent that about ten minutes ago.

You: sorry, I was downstairs talking to my family, forgot to bring my phone. And I don't think you could ever scare me off

You almost told him about the doorbell camera fiasco, but decided against it. Picking up your mug, you tried not to stare too hard at your phone as you waited for a reply.

Joel Miller: What are you doing later?

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing him again so soon, then quickly stopped yourself, remembering your promise to your sister.

You: I told my sister I would help paint the nursery...

Joel Miller: That's a shame. I was hoping you could teach me something again.

You: oh? lol

Joel Miller: I just realized how that sounded - I meant wrapping Christmas presents for Sarah. I'm awful at it and I have another hunch gift wrapping is a secret talent of yours.

You giggled and rolled over in bed, your embarrassment long forgotten now.

You: you might be right... how about tomorrow?

Joel took the porch steps two at a time, eager to see you again and it hadn't even been a full two days. His finger barely pressed the doorbell when he heard your voice call out I got it! and the door swung open. You smiled up at him, your eyes lighting up before dropping your gaze to his mouth.

"Hi," you said breathlessly.

"Hey," he replied, swallowing roughly.

"Have a nice time, Bucky!" your mom's voice rang out somewhere behind you as you shut the door quickly. Joel grinned, his gaze drifting from your eyes to your mouth before leaning in. You put your hand on his chest and tilted your head back before grabbing his hand and leading him to his truck. Confused, he followed behind and tried not to stare too long at the way your jeans perfectly hugged your ass.

You led him to the passenger side of the truck, but when he reached out to open the door, you snaked your hand up to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face down for a searing kiss only when you were sure you were hidden from view.

"Would I sound crazy if I said I missed you?" you whispered.

"No," Joel replied, shaking his head and trying to calm his pounding heart. "Couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout you."

"Me, too," you admitted softly, gazing up at him with your beautiful eyes all wide and burning with desire.

He cradled your face in his calloused hand, the other flattened firmly against the truck door behind you as he stared into your eyes, fighting the urge to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist so he could pin you against his truck and let you feel just how badly he missed you.

Then, you heard your dad's SUV unlock and your eyes widened in panic.

"Shit," you muttered. "We should go. I think they're heading out."

"Alright, maybe I should say 'hi' real quick," he said, pushing himself off the truck and letting his hand drop from your face.

"No! That's okay, we'll be stuck here forever if you do," you said hurriedly. He gave you a curious smile but agreed before opening the door for you and hopping into the driver's seat.

He waited until he backed out of the driveway and was heading down your street before shooting you a sideways glance.

"Everythin' okay?"

You sighed and rubbed your palms over your face before clearing your throat.

"So, remember the other night on the porch, after you dropped me off?"

He smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, I think I remember," he teased.

"Well," you began. "My family saw us on the doorbell camera the next morning," you cringed.

He laughed, throwing his head back just a bit so he could still keep an eye on the road, and shook his head.

"Oh, I hate those fuckin' things," he said, but he was still laughing.

You grinned, your nerves and unease dissipating quickly.

"You're not embarrassed?"

"Nah," he said with a shrug, then turned his head briefly to look at you. "I'm sure we put on a good show."

You giggled, your cheeks tinting pink, and turned your head to look out the window.

"Alright," he said after a minute. "I've waited long enough and I gotta ask."

You swiveled back towards him, waiting for him to continue.

"What's the story with the nickname?"

You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut.

"It's so unbelievably stupid," you said, but he shook his head.

"Well, now you gotta tell me."

"Fine," you said, rolling your eyes, but your playful smile gave you away.

"It's Buck, or Bucky. Short for Bucket," you began.

"Bucket?" he repeated, bewildered.

"I warned you it was stupid!" you protested, and he chuckled. "Anyway, when I was little, my sister and her friends had a sleepover one time, and I overheard them swearing."

"Okay," Joel said slowly, nodding along while he kept his eyes pinned to the road.

"I always looked up to my sister, I was like her shadow when I was younger. So, when I heard them swearing, I wanted to be like them, too, you know?"

"Yeah, I follow," he replied, still not sure how the story related to your nickname.

"Well, thing is, I misheard them. They were saying 'fuck it', but I heard 'bucket'," you explained. "So I went to school and, thinking I sounded cool, I would say 'bucket' to all my friends. We were little, they had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained to them it's a swear word. Before I knew it, I had the whole class saying 'bucket' any time someone dropped something, or got a bad grade on a test, or whatever."

Joel howled with laughter, gripping the steering wheel for dear life as he tried to make it safely into his driveway.

"The principal called my parents and told them what was happening," you continued, joining in and giggling. "They got me home, and-" you doubled over, clutching your stomach as Joel put the truck in park and slumped over the steering wheel, his body shaking as he laughed.

"And I had to tell them the whole story, about why I kept saying it and-" you wiped the tears from your eyes as you took a deep breath. "And - oh my god - my sister got grounded for two weeks-" Another fit of laughter washed over Joel, tears streaming down his face.

"Wait, wait," he gasped, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn to face you. "You got in trouble in school, and your sister ended up gettin' punished?"

"Yes!" you squeaked, still giggling.

"Oh, shit," he breathed, panting as he leaned the back of his head against the seat rest. "Can't believe you thought that was stupid. That's gotta be the funniest thing I heard in a long while."

"Well, I'm glad I could brighten your day," you said, still grinning.

He rolled his head back towards you, his soft gaze drifting up and down your frame quickly before stopping on your eyes.

"You really do, y'know," he said quietly, and you furrowed your brow, tilting your head in confusion.

"Brighten my day," he clarified.

You bit your lower lip and smiled, looking away as the flush began to return to your cheeks.

"Come on, charmer. Why don't we go teach you how to wrap presents?"

You never really gave much thought as to what Joel's house would look like, but once you saw it, it immediately felt like him. It was a smaller, two bedroom house. When you first walked in, you entered a living room with a leather couch and an oversized recliner. A big screen TV was front and center across from the couch, with a few framed pictures of Joel and Sarah mounted on the wall next to it.

"You want somethin' to drink?" Joel asked, making sure to slide the coat from your shoulders before shrugging off his own.

"Maybe just water," you said, following him into the kitchen. You gasped when you saw his cupboards and immediately rushed over to them while he pulled two bottles of water from the stainless steel fridge.

"Oh my god, Joel," you whispered, running your fingers gently over the designs. Each one looked different but somehow they all were cohesive. Some had small flowers or butterflies carved into the corners, while others had simple, yet intricate designs grooved into the wood.

"Had to practice somehow," he said, feeling his cheeks flush as he walked over to hand you your water.

"God, it's so beautiful," you said breathlessly, unable to look away from the dark, stained wood. Your fingers danced over some stars etched into one of doors, your eyes wide with awe, but he was focused entirely on you. He couldn't get enough of watching the delicate features on your face light up whenever you found something new that pleased you.

"How long does this take for you to do?" you asked, finally dragging your eyes away to look up at him. Your throat tightened when you noticed the heat behind his stare, your pulse fluttering in your neck.

"Depends," he murmured. "Some are faster than others, but I prefer to go slow and take my time. Anythin' worthwhile takes time. Gotta show it respect, gotta care for it."

His low and sultry tone made your face flush, forgetting for a moment you were talking about woodworking.

"Y-yeah," you stammered, clearing your throat. Suddenly, you were feeling short of breath. "That makes sense."

He gazed down at you for another moment, his eyes slowly raking over your face as if committing it to memory before speaking again. Your entire body felt hot, and you cursed yourself for wearing such a thick sweater.

"Ready to go upstairs?" he murmured, still staring at you in a way that made your spine tingle.

"Huh?" you whispered, completely entranced by his deep, brown eyes.

"The presents?" he reminded you with a small smirk.

"Oh, right," you said, finally blinking and looking away. You shakily opened your water bottle after he turned around to lead you to the stairs, your mouth suddenly extremely dry.

As you walked up the steps, you tried to get a look at the pictures that lined the wall, but it was difficult to do without tripping. You thought you had finally gotten your head on straight after that moment in the kitchen, but when you realized he was leading you to his bedroom, you felt the tremble return to your hands.

"Sorry, had to hide everythin' in my closet, she's too nosy," he said over his shoulder.

"No problem," you squeaked, trying not to stare at his neatly made bed. Your eyes briefly drifted over the end tables filled with personal effects. You thought you saw a chapstick, a cord for a phone charger, and a worn paperback book, but you didn't want him to catch you, so you looked away quickly.

He opened his closet and you were surprised to find his clothes packed away so neatly. For a bachelor, he kept a really clean house. He pulled out the bags of gifts from the shelf above his clothes, then the wrapping paper, which was leaning against the corner.

"D'you think we got enough room?" he asked, glancing around at the floor.

"Yeah, of course," you said, sitting down crossed legged on the carpet. You reached out for the wrapping paper and rolled it out in front of you as he sat down at your side, taking out her gifts one by one. You felt yourself involuntarily clench as you watched his large hands deftly lay out each item on the floor, his muscles twitching slightly under the tanned skin of his exposed forearms.

"I know what you're thinkin'," he said, and your eyes widened in surprise. "I spoil her, I know, but she's such a good kid, I can't help myself."

That was definitely not what you were thinking, but you chose to keep that to yourself.

"I think it's sweet," you told him. "You seem like a really good dad."

Now it was his turn to blush. He tried to turn his head away so you wouldn't see, murmuring his thanks as you each picked an item to start. After a quick tutorial, which included way too much tape and ripped paper, Joel finally seemed to get the technique down. It only took until about halfway through the pile for you to muster up the courage to bring up a topic you couldn't help but be curious about.

"So," you began, hoping you came off nonchalant. "Is Sarah with her mom this Christmas, or..."

Joel's fingers fumbled for a moment with the wrapping paper, but he quickly recovered.

"Uh, no," he replied, keeping his eyes cast down on the shoe box in front of him. "She's not in Sarah's life anymore."

"Oh," you said, unable to keep the surprise from your voice, but you didn't push him any further. Your mind was scrambling, trying to think of something else to talk about, when he sighed and leaned back, abandoning the gift.

"I'm sorry, this is all so new to me, I probably should've told you about her sooner," he said, feeling guilty, but you quickly shook your head.

"No, you don't have to-"

"I want to," he said, cutting you off. You clamped your mouth shut and turned your body so you could give him your full attention, leaving the hair dryer you were wrapping on the floor next to you.

He drew a shaky breath in and looked up at the ceiling before speaking.

"There's not much to say, really. I'm still not always sure what happened," he began. You nodded, staying quiet and letting him take his time. "We were together since high school, ended up stayin' together after graduation. Sarah was a surprise, we were both still so young but we made it work. It was hard, but once me and Tommy got the business goin', it made things a bit easier."

Your fingers tangled together in your lap as you listened, refusing to say anything until he was done. His gaze drifted towards a fixed point on the wall as he continued.

"From what I gathered, she felt like havin' Sarah so young robbed her from doin' certain things in life," he said heavily. "Said she couldn't do it anymore. Didn't want her life to pass her by and be full of regret."

You bit your lip. The pain was clear as day on his face and it was making your chest ache.

"Well, anyway. I thought maybe she would go off for a couple months, do whatever it was she thought she was missin' out on. Parties, college... other men," he added the last part quietly, and you dropped your gaze to the floor. "Get it out of her system, y'know? But she just... never came back. Eventually, the calls came less and less, and I put two and two together. Didn't even get a courtesy call before I got served with the papers."

He rubbed his eyes, trying so hard not to look like a blubbering idiot in front of you. You reached your hand out and placed it gently on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He dropped his hand from his face to cover yours, staring at your coupled hands for a moment.

"Joel-"

"It was just so fuckin' hard on Sarah, y'know?" he said, his voice cracking. "I had no idea what to tell her. She cried almost every night, askin' me why her mom didn't love her anymore."

"Oh, Joel," you whispered, unable to hold back any longer. You closed the small gap between you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into your chest, your fingers gently raking through his hair. "I'm so sorry," you told him, burying your nose in the hair on top of his head, breathing in the citrus scent from his shampoo.

He didn't say a word. He just tugged you closer and closed his eyes, leaning into your comforting touch with a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry," he finally managed to croak out. "I'm throwin' way too much at you, I know you didn't sign up for this."

"Shh," you whispered into his hair, then tilted his face up to look at you, his dark brown eyes glassy with unshed tears. "It's okay," you murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. A solitary tear slipped down his cheek when he pulled back to look deep into your eyes.

"It's okay," you repeated, wiping away the tear with the pad of your thumb before placing another gentle kiss against his lips.

He hummed contently against your mouth, sliding his hand up to the back of your neck and pressing his lips more firmly against your own, scared to let you go because if he did, he was sure he would fall apart.

Your grip on his hair tightened as he leaned forward, one strong arm wrapped around your midsection and the other pressed against your back. You mumbled something against his mouth when he tried to lay you down and knocked over a small pile of DVDs.

"Fuck," he whispered and, oh god, the way he said it made your legs turn to jelly and your cheeks flare with heat.

Frustrated, he tightened his grip around you and lifted you up, refusing to break the kiss. A tiny, high pitched squeak slipped past your lips as you wrapped your legs around his hips, letting him carry you to his bed.

He laid you down carefully on top of his plush, navy striped comforter. You sighed into his mouth, your legs loosening around his waist and falling open while you dragged your hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to keep him close. He hovered above you, balancing all his weight on his elbows while his fingers played with the ends of your impossibly soft hair.

He slipped his tongue easily past your lips with a low groan, the noise going straight to your core, making the ache between your legs almost painful while your tongue danced with his, the two already so familiar with each other.

You tipped your head back with a gasp, desperate for air, but he kept going, unable to stop himself. His lips brushed against your jaw before his teeth and prickly beard scraped against the sensitive skin behind your earlobe. You let out a needy whimper and arched your back at the sensation, pushing your breasts into his broad chest as goosebumps spread over your whole body.

"Oh god, Joel," you whined softly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Yeah, baby?" he replied, his voice thick and muffled against your neck. Baby. Jesus, this man was unraveling you so fast, it was making your head spin.

"I-I know we said this was casual, but-" the words got trapped in your throat as you cut yourself off, unable to finish your thought.

"I know," he said, his voice strained. "Fuck, I know."

He lifted his head away from your neck as he stared down at you, patting your hair back and away from your face as he panted slightly for breath.

You looked up at him, eyes watering as you tried not to think about your time coming to an end in a couple short weeks. You could tell he was thinking the same but didn't want to say it, the pain behind his eyes was obvious.

He blinked a couple times, the clouds clearing as he forced himself to focus on the present. He had you here in his arms, in his bed, underneath him right now. And he was going to be damned if he didn't soak up every single second.

He leaned back down and locked his lips on yours again, this time moving slower, more gentle and tender. He wanted to treat you right. You deserved it, and he wasn't going to give you anything less than what you deserved while he still had you.

You loosened your grip on his arms and allowed your hands to drift to the buttons of his flannel, slowly and shakily undoing them. His heart began to slam against his chest when he realized what you were doing, his mind going fuzzy with desire.

He pulled his head back when you were about halfway down his shirt, looking down hazily at your fingers working open the buttons as he desperately tried to think straight.

"Dad?" Sarah called from downstairs, the front door slamming shut. "Are you here?"

"Shit," Joel mumbled, scrambling off of you as he clumsily tried to redo his buttons. You jumped off the bed, leaning over so you could see into the mirror above his dresser, raking your hands through your tangled hair and quickly fixing your sweater.

"Yeah!" Joel shouted back, glancing over at you to make sure you were decent. "Sorry," he whispered, but you just grinned. Then his eyes fell to the half wrapped presents on the floor.

"Wait! Don't come up-" he called out as he heard her skipping up the steps. Joel grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the room, closing the door behind you both just in time.

"What? Why?" Sarah asked, then froze when she saw you. She looked up at Joel, then back to you, and a slow smile spread across her face.

"Ohhh..." she said with her hands on her hips. "Now I see."

"N-no, it's not what it looks like, she was just helpin' me wrap some gifts," Joel stammered, jutting his thumb over his shoulder. You shifted your weight nervously as you looked back and forth between them.

"Then why are you missing a button on your shirt?"

You both glanced down at his flannel, and she was right. He missed fixing a button in all the chaos. Your face flushed beet red as you stared at the ground while Joel hurriedly fixed the button, cursing under his breath. When you dared to look back up at his daughter, she was smirking playfully at you. Joel cleared his throat.

"Sarah, this is-"

"Yeah, I know, I remember from the party. The pretty dress, right?" she asked, and you nodded.

"Yeah, that's right. Nice to see you again," you said awkwardly.

She nodded, still smirking and looking at you and Joel. You could tell she loved catching her dad in this uncomfortable situation.

"Oh, crap. I forgot. Uncle Tommy is waiting for you in the driveway, said he needed your help unloading some work stuff out from the back of his truck," Sarah said.

"Ah, dammit, alright. You okay for a couple minutes?" he asked you, eyebrows raised.

"Of course," you said. He nodded, walking down the hall past Sarah, muttering "be good" to her as he walked by.

You listened as Joel made his way down the stairs and out the front door, leaving you and Sarah in silence, still staring at one another.

"I'm sorry, we really were wrapping gifts," you assured her.

"It's okay," she said with a shrug. "Last year he used duct tape on my presents, I know he needs the help."

You giggled, causing her to laugh, as well.

"Do you play an instrument?" you asked, just noticing the case on the floor next to her feet.

"Yeah, violin. I had practice after school today," she said, picking it up.

"Oh, cool. I played piano growing up, but I was never any good," you said, sliding your hands in the back pockets of your jeans.

"I have my school's Christmas recital on Friday," she said. "My first solo."

"Oh my god!" you said, clapping your hands together, genuinely impressed. "That's incredible! You must be so excited!"

"Yeah, at first, but now I'm getting nervous," she said, glancing down at the case in her hand. "You wanna hear me play?"

"Duh. Absolutely," you said with a grin. Her eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across her face again.

"O-okay. This is my room right here," she said, turning to her right and opening the door. "Sorry it's messy, my dad's gonna kill me."

"It's totally fine," you said, walking in and sitting down at the edge of her bed. You glanced around the room as she set up her music stand. On the pink walls, she had posters up of her favorite bands with a calendar and string lights draped across the room.

"I really like your room," you said, squinting to look at the stickers and drawings she had on her headboard.

"Thanks," she said sheepishly. "My dad let me do whatever I wanted."

You were about to comment on the various trophies she had on her windowsill when Sarah spoke again.

"Just so you know, I don't mind that you're seeing my dad."

Your eyes shot up to hers in surprise, not sure what to say. You hadn't really had a chance to talk to Joel about your relationship and how that would affect his daughter.

"He's been in such a good mood this past week, and he won't tell me but I know it's because of you," she said, pinning you with a familiar brown gaze.

"Oh, that's so sweet, Sarah," you said, finally finding your voice. "Thank you. That means a lot."

"You're welcome," she said. "I just want him to be happy again."

You dropped your gaze to your lap, your chest tightening at the thought of Joel being so lonely all these years.

"Me, too," you whispered, still looking down. Sarah regarded you for a minute before slapping her palms against the tops of her thighs and leaned down to pick up her violin.

"You ready?" she asked. You looked up and nodded, giving her an encouraging smile and sat back to listen as she began playing a hauntingly beautiful version of 'Silent Night'.

Sarah got about halfway through the song when she hit the wrong note and abruptly stopped, dropping her chin to her chest in frustration.

"Hey, it's okay," Joel heard you say softly as he walked back up the stairs. He paused at the top, right outside Sarah's room to listen.

"It's okay to make mistakes. Just go slower, take your time. Anything worthwhile takes time," you told her, and he smiled when he heard his earlier words to you repeated back to his daughter. He took a step forward to lean against the doorframe and watch the two of you, your back to him as you sat on her bed.

"Okay," Sarah said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes before lifting the violin to her chin and starting over.

Joel listened to Sarah play the same song he's heard a million times already in just the past month alone, but kept his eyes trained on you. The way you gave her your full, undivided attention and encouraged her with a smile or a thumbs up when she would glance over at you shyly made his chest ache.

When Sarah successfully finished the song with no mistakes, you jumped up from the bed, clapping and cheering for her, making Sarah giggle and hide behind her hands.

Fuck, this was going to be so hard.

"Dad?" Sarah asked the next morning over her bowl of cereal.

"Yeah, baby girl?" he replied, frowning as he pulled his bread from the toaster. He sucked his fingertips into his mouth, trying to bring some relief to the quickly reddening skin.

"Can your friend come to my recital tomorrow?"

Joel froze, his fingers still pressed against his tongue as he slowly turned around to look at her. He dropped his hand and took a deep breath.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," he replied.

"You don't think she would wanna go?" Sarah asked, her eyebrows pinched together.

"No, it's not that, I'm sure she would," he said, trying to find the right words.

"Then what's the problem?"

Joel sighed and picked his mug up from the counter, then walked over to join her at the table.

"She doesn't live here, baby. She's goin' back to New York in another week or so, I don't want you gettin' too attached," he finally admitted, watching Sarah closely as she considered his words.

"Well, you guys like each other, right?" she asked, and Joel smirked.

"Yeah, but it ain't that simple."

"Yes, it is, Dad," she said, rolling her eyes and dipping her spoon back into her bowl. "My friend Katy was dating this guy last year and he switched schools over the summer. They're still together, it doesn't matter," Sarah said with a shrug, taking a bite of cereal.

If the topic didn't fill Joel with a sense of dread, he would have chuckled at the comparison, but instead he just sat there quietly, watching his daughter as she finished her cereal and scrolled on her phone.

Sarah pulled on her backpack and was sliding on her sneakers to catch the bus when she called back to Joel over her shoulder.

"Just ask her, okay? Please, Dad?"

Joel sighed, hanging his head between his shoulders and paused his hands over the dishes in the sink.

"Alright," he relented, and he heard Sarah clap her hands behind him before slamming the front door shut.

You: good morning :)

Joel Miller: Good Morning, sweetheart. I didn't think you would be up this early.

You: couldn't fall back asleep. What are you doing

Joel Miller: Just getting to work. Why couldn't you fall back asleep?

You thought about it for a minute from under the pile of blankets on your bed, rolling to your side before answering.

You: I was thinking about you...

Joel Miller: Good thoughts, I hope?

You: VERY ;)

His throat went dry when he opened the text. He glanced around outside his car window, making sure he was still the only one on the job site before replying.

Joel Miller: What are you trying to tell me, baby?

You smirked and bit down on your lip.

You: I was wishing you were in bed with me right now

"Shit," he muttered to himself, glancing around once again before adjusting his pants.

Joel Miller: Me too, what are you wearing?

The answer came back almost immediately.

You: nothing

He groaned and rubbed his palms roughly over his face.

Joel Miller: You're killing me, baby. I have to get working in a minute.

You: i'm sorry ;)

You: I promised my parents I would go to dinner with them tonight, but are you free tomorrow?

Joel took a deep breath, trying to clear the onslaught of inappropriate thoughts from his head when he remembered his promise to Sarah.

Joel Miller: It's Sarah's recital tomorrow night. She asked me to invite you this morning, did you want to go?

He nervously chewed his cheek for a moment before sending another text.

Joel Miller: No pressure, I can tell her you're busy.

He sent his second text right as your reply came through.

You: I would love to!

He grinned and raked his fingers through his hair. Tommy's knuckles tapped on the outside of Joel's window, making him jump. He held up a finger before sending you a quick answer.

Joel Miller: Sounds great. I'll pick you up. Try to go back to sleep. Dream of me.

Joel opened the door and slid his phone in his back pocket, a stupid grin etched across his face as he joined his brother in the half-built storefront they were working on.

"Oh man, you got it bad," Tommy said with a chuckle when he saw the look on Joel's face.

"Alright, what do you think of this one?" you asked Cassie as you stepped out of the bathroom modeling the sixth dress of the day.

"I liked the red one better," she said, glancing up from her phone.

"Are you sure? This one is a little more chic," you said, twisting around to look at your backside in the mirror.

"It's a high school recital, Buck. I don't think anyone is expecting 'chic'," she teased, and you rolled your eyes.

"Well, I just want to look nice, is all," you said, sitting next to her on your bed in a huff. You tapped your phone screen, frowning when all you had was another text from Sydney and nothing from Joel. You opened it up anyway, curiosity getting the best of you.

Sydney: OMG!!!!!!

You sent back three question marks and locked your phone with a sigh.

"You still wanna get together next week so we can look at apartments online for you?" she asked.

"Yeah," you said sadly, looking out the window.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you told her. "Just not ready to go back yet."

"Could that be because of a certain sexy contractor?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Shut up," you smirked, tossing a pillow at her lightly.

"Ooo you like him! Lookit how red you're getting!"

"I'm gonna kill you when that baby's out, you know that, right?" you giggled.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Cassie said, looking back down at her phone as the smile slowly faded from her face. "You know you don't have to go back, right?"

"What do you mean? My job is there, my life is there... everything is there," you replied. "Of course I have to go back."

"What life, though?" she asked, and you frowned at her. "Seriously, Buck. Aside from your job, which you hate, what's left?"

"Well, my friends are there. And I don't hate my job that much. I mean, everyone hates their job a little bit," you said with a shrug.

"Is this what you expected to do when you were in college? Is this what you wanted?" Cassie pressed, sitting up on the bed. "Are you even happy?"

You paused, letting her words roll around in your head for a moment.

"Well, I mean..." you trailed off, not sure how to answer her question.

"If you have to think about it this long, I think you know the answer," your sister said quietly. You groaned and rolled off the bed.

"I'm going back. I have to. I can't just give up because some guy broke my heart," you said, turning around so she could unzip the back of your dress.

"I'm just saying, think about it," Cassie replied. "I wouldn't hate it if my child's aunt was in their life more than twice a year!" she called after you as you shut the door to the bathroom.

Joel eagerly jogged up the porch steps and rang the doorbell, very aware of the camera this time while he fiddled with the cuffs on his dark red button down shirt. He heard high heels clicking on the other side of the door and the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, which quickly vanished when you opened the door and he saw the dress you were wearing.

"Hi," you said with a shy smile, pulling a soft looking white cardigan on over your shoulders.

He thought he had greeted you. He could have sworn he said something, anything, that didn't make him look like a complete idiot, but apparently nothing came out because you scrunched your eyebrows together when you saw his face.

"Are you okay?" you asked, pulling the door shut behind you.

"Yeah, it's just - Jesus, you look so good," he managed to finally say, tilting his head back to stare up at the roof of the porch for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Thank you," you said with a giggle. "You don't look half bad, yourself."

He rubbed his forehead, exasperated and flustered before pulling you quickly into his arms and latching his mouth onto yours with a groan.

"Joel," you pulled back breathlessly with a small smile and leaned your head to the side, trying to silently remind him of the doorbell. His eyes raked over you hungrily before shaking his head and pulling you back into a deep kiss.

Fuck the camera, let them see.

You giggled against his mouth, causing him to smile and break the kiss.

"Come on, I wanna get good seats," you said, rubbing your thumb over his lower lip to wipe off your lipstick that transferred. It caused his stomach to clench. That sweet, little intimate gesture made him ache for more so badly that he could hardly breathe.

He walked you around the front of his truck, opening the door and giving you a hand so you could hop onto the seat, the gorgeous red dress you were wearing hugging your curves just right and distracting him to no end.

On the walk around to the driver's side, he mentally scolded himself, reminding himself over and over that tonight was a big deal for his little girl and he needed to stay focused.

As he drove down the street, he realized that his hand instinctively found yours across the seat, his body craving the warmth and softness of your own. How on earth was he going to go back to the life he had before, now that he knows what it's like to bask in the heat of your touch?

Once he got to the school, he found a parking spot and jumped out of the truck. You had figured out by now that he preferred you to wait so he could open the car door for you, so you did. Swinging your legs over the side of the seat, you slid down into his waiting arms, your hands gently coming to rest on the tops of his shoulders. He gazed down at you with his arms loosely hanging around your waist. You saw his adam's apple bob in his throat while he let himself get lost in your warm, beautiful eyes. You lifted a finger from his shoulder, tracing an invisible line down the side of his cheek as you stared up at him with your plush lips parted so invitingly that it made his knees weak.

"Joel! Hey!" Tommy's voice called out from behind, snapping you both out of the moment. Joel sighed and untangled himself from you, taking your hand and leading you forward so he could shut the door before turning around to find his brother.

You could see the family resemblance immediately as Tommy approached you with a wide grin. His hair was a bit darker and a lot longer, and his beard was less full than Joel's, but he had the same soft, brown eyes that you had grown to know and love.

Love? Oh, no.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel said as he got closer, his hand pressed firmly on the small of your back. "This is-"

"Oh, I know who she is. How're you doin', darlin'?" Tommy asked, pulling you into a bear hug, taking you by surprise.

"I-I'm good," you squeaked shyly once he released you. "Nice to meet you."

"I've been dyin' to meet the little lady who's got my brother all wrapped up," he replied with a grin.

"Tommy!" Joel seethed warningly at your side, but you just giggled.

"I'm just messin' around. She knows that, right?" he said, shoving his hands in his coat pocket and rolling on the balls of his feet. "Supposed to snow next week, can you believe it?"

"Yeah, I heard we might get a couple feet," Joel said, steering you toward the doors to the auditorium. "Better get your shovel ready."

You settled in between the two brothers as you found a decent spot in the fourth row. Joel draped his arm around the back of your chair while he chatted with Tommy about work. You inadvertently leaned to the side and rested your shoulder against his chest as you glanced around the room, admiring the lit up garlands around the windows and Christmas trees on the stage with fake presents underneath.

When their conversation died down, Tommy pulled out his phone and began scrolling through social media, holding it low between his spread knees with his chin tucked into his chest.

Joel tilted his face forward to press his lips on the top of your head, breathing in a deep and contented breath. A small smile played across your lips as you turned your gaze up towards him, resting your cheek gently on his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, and as each of you slid your eyes closed for a moment, Tommy angled his phone to snap a quick picture, smiling to himself and making a mental note to show his brother later.

The lights dimmed and you all straightened up in your seats. You listened to the music teacher make a small speech at the beginning and politely clapped afterwards. You saw Sarah twice throughout the concert as part of the orchestra, smiling at how focused and beautiful she looked in her white dress. As the concert wound down, Sarah finally came out on stage for her solo, and the three of you eagerly leaned forward. At the last minute, you remembered to pull out your phone and start a video, telling yourself you were doing it for Joel so that he could be in the moment, but you knew you would end up watching it by yourself when you went back to New York City.

The performance was flawless. When it was over, the three of you lept up from your seats, cheering, jumping and clapping, making her wave and blush as she exited the stage. You sat down, giggling, as the people surrounding you gave you all polite smiles and chuckles, then quieted down for the finale.

When the lights came back up, everyone stood from their seats, murmuring and laughing while waiting for their kids to come out from backstage and take pictures. You saw a flash of white out of the corner of your eye and moved out of the way just in time for Sarah to run and jump up into Joel's arms, burying her face in his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut, his arms wrapped around her tightly, murmuring praise in her ear. You felt warmth spread across your chest as you watched them have their moment, the corners of your mouth turned up into a smile with your hands clasped together against your chest.

He let her down gently and she turned to give Tommy a quick hug. He spun her around, making her giggle and fidget with her dress before she turned to you.

"You came!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms loosely around your waist. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting such affection from her, but you quickly returned the hug.

"Of course I came! Thank you for inviting me," you said, pulling back with a grin. "You were absolutely perfect, I took a video, I'll send it to your dad so he can show you later."

"I did exactly what you told me, I slowed down and took my time," she beamed, and it gave you a new feeling deep in your chest that you never felt before.

"That's great, Sarah," you replied, your throat tight with emotion. Tommy dropped his gaze from you and ticked his jaw to the side, finally understanding why Joel was hesitant to let Sarah know about the two of you.

"Dad?" Sarah asked, turning away from you. "Can I sleep over at Katy's? She's having a bunch of girls over and her mom said it was okay."

"Uh, sure, baby girl. Don't you need clothes and stuff?"

"I have stuff I keep here in my locker for gym," she said.

"Well, alright, lemme talk to her mom first," he replied, glancing around the room.

"Thank you! She's right over here," she said, grabbing his hand. "Thanks for coming!" she called back last minute over her shoulder to you and Tommy, and you both smiled and waved as she dragged her father across the room.

"She's so talented," you said, turning to Tommy. He looked down at you and gave you a weak smile.

"Yeah, she's somethin' else," he said with a nod. "Hey, listen. I'm havin' a get together next week at my house. Little Christmas party, I guess. I invited a guy I met at your parents' house - Josh? He's comin' with his wife, Joel and Sarah'll be there, I'd love for you to come by if you can."

"Josh is my brother in law," you clarified for him. "That sounds great, I'll be there, thank you."

"You're welcome," Tommy said, then his brows pinched together as he opened his mouth again to speak. "Joel might kill me for sayin' this, but you gotta know how happy you've -"

"Ready to go?" Joel asked, sneaking up beside you. Tommy cleared his throat and gave his brother an innocent smile.

"Yep," you replied, dropping your hand to find his at your side, lacing your fingers together and giving him a gentle squeeze.

After saying goodbye to Tommy, Joel slowly led you through the parking lot to his truck, desperately trying to think of something else you could do, not ready to drop you off yet. He knew the time you had together was coming to an end, and he wanted to soak up every precious second. Especially after the way he saw you with Sarah: so warm and sweet and patient. He couldn't remember the last time he saw his daughter's eyes light up that way.

He prided himself on being a good father since his wife left. Always making sure to put Sarah first, that she got everything she could ever want or need. Especially his love. When his ex abandoned them, he made sure Sarah got every ounce of love he had, hoping it would help make up for the loss. But as hard as he tried, he could never fully fill both roles. There were just some things that a mother provided for her daughter that Joel couldn't give.

He didn't realize it until he saw you with Sarah earlier that night, and then it felt like everything shifted into focus for the first time in his life.

He held out his hand to help you get back into his truck, making sure your legs were safely tucked in before he gently shut the door.

Sitting in the driver's seat gripping the steering wheel, he stared straight ahead for a moment in complete silence, the keys still in his coat pocket while his mind reeled.

"Is everything okay?" you asked timidly. He blinked and turned to you.

"Yeah," he said hoarsely. He swallowed and looked at his watch.

"You wanna get coffee or somethin'? I know it's gettin' late but I'm sure some place's open," he said, deep in thought as he considered the cafés nearby.

"Don't you have coffee at your house?" you asked shyly. His eyes snapped up to yours and he saw the flush creeping up your neck and the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

Oh.

"Yeah, yes," he croaked, nervously clearing his throat. "Let's do that. I have- yeah, good idea," he stammered, fumbling with the keys in his pocket.

You smirked as you watched his shaky hand turn the key in the ignition. He twisted around to back out of the parking spot, and this time you gave into temptation, unbuckling your seatbelt so you could slide over and tuck yourself under his arm. He immediately pulled you closer, not even caring that you weren't wearing your seatbelt. He would make sure to drive safe. Nothing could possibly ruin that night. He wouldn't let it.

At stop lights, you would run your hand up his chest and plant small kisses against the corner of his mouth, filling him with a radiating bliss he never felt before.

Once you got back to his house, you shrugged off your sweater and trailed behind him as he made his way into the kitchen. You leaned against the wall and watched as he opened one of the cupboards - the one with the small birds carved into the bottom - and pulled down a can of coffee.

"I don't think I have any decaf," he said turning to look at you.

"I don't want coffee, Joel," you said lowly. He swallowed roughly and put the can on the counter.

"What d'you want, then?"

You pushed yourself off the wall and slowly walked towards him, his eyes skating up and down your body as you approached. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you tilted your face up to gaze at him, your mouth hovering over his own.

"I want you."

His eyes fluttered closed as your lips slotted against his, his rough hands immediately coming up to cup your smooth face, holding you firmly against his mouth. Christ, he would never get tired of kissing you. If he could do it every single day for the rest of his life, he would. He knew it seemed crazy. He knew you just met, but he couldn't help the way you made him feel.

"Let's go upstairs," you whispered, nipping at his lower lip.

He couldn't speak. He just nodded in a daze and let you lead him coyly up the steps, then turned around to walk backwards down the hall towards his bedroom so you could pull him tightly against your body. His big hands gripped your waist while his tongue slipped past your lips, searching for its mate.

You reached behind you blindly, your hand fighting with the doorknob as his big frame caged you in against the wood, his masculine scent invading your senses and making it difficult to think. Finally, the door swung open and you both stumbled in, a giggle erupting from your throat as your fingers got to work undoing the buttons on his dress shirt.

You hurriedly tugged his button down off, leaving it in a heap on the floor as you slid your palms underneath the white t-shirt he had on, feeling the warm skin of his stomach and chest for the first time.

"Off," you whispered, your heart getting stuck in your throat when he yanked the shirt over his head, leaving his upper body completely bare to you. Your mouth went dry as you drank him in, then lunged forward, your lips brushing up his sternum until you reached his collarbone. You sucked on a bit of tanned skin there with a moan, then slipped your tongue out to press wetly against the red mark you left, feeling drunk off the taste of his sweat.

He gently pushed you backwards so he could ease you down onto his bed, his breath growing erratic and desperate with each little bite you left on his chest. God, has anyone ever desired him this much before? Has he really been missing out on this his entire life?

"Baby, we're gonna have to stop soon if you don't want this to go any further," he murmured. He found himself in the familiar position of hovering above you while his hand slid down your leg and toyed with the hem of your dress.

"I don't think I can take much more, tell me to stop," he whispered when you didn't answer, running the tip of his nose softly against your cheek.

"I don't want you to stop," you gasped as his fingers slipped underneath your dress. You tilted your head back and moaned when you felt his fingertips brush against the damp fabric of your panties.

His mouth hungrily devoured the exposed cleavage of your breasts, growing frustrated with the fabric of your dress keeping him from seeing all of you.

"Sit up," he demanded, leaning back and pulling his hand from between your legs. You obeyed, and he made short work of your zipper, pulling it all the way down so you could shimmy out, leaving you in just your underwear.

"Oh, fuck," he whispered when he realized you weren't wearing a bra. You let yourself fall back gently on the bed, spreading your arms out above your head so he could see every inch of you in the moonlight.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He kept waiting for his alarm to go off and reality to slap him across the face, but it never came. His heart was pounding so fast, he was sure you could hear it as he leaned back down and nibbled at your exposed jaw while his calloused hand cupped your soft breast, his thumb flicking over your hardening nipple.

You scraped your nails over his shoulders and down his chest as you arched your back, pressing into his hand, needing to feel the heat of his skin against your own. Your stomach flipped as you made your way down to his belt, and with shaky fingers, pulled hastily at the leather.

Yanking the belt through the loops with one swift motion, you flung it across the room, making him chuckle against your skin. When you started to work on popping open the button on his dress pants, a devastating thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Shit, wait," he said, putting his hand on top of yours. You frowned up at him, your chest heaving, as you gave him a confused look.

"I don't have any protection," he said through gritted teeth. He hung his head and squeezed his eyes shut angrily. "I-I haven't been with anyone since my ex, and I never thought... fuck," he said, clenching his jaw.

You weighed your options for about half a second before tugging his chin up, forcing him to look at you.

"I'm still on birth control," you told him, searching his eyes. "I mean, only if you're comfortable with it, we don't have to," you said, but in your head you were chanting please, please, please.

"Are you sure?" he asked, panting for air. "I don't wanna make you feel like -"

"Yes," you said, cutting him off by grabbing his face. "Yes. I'm sure, Joel. Please," you whimpered, pulling him back down to you, his mouth crashing down on yours again.

"Please," you whispered again, tipping your head back as his lips left a trail of soft kisses down your throat. "Please, Joel, I need you."

His mouth stuttered against your neck. Hearing you beg and say you needed him when he never thought he would ever be needed like this in his whole life made his mind go blank.

"Okay," he rasped. "Okay, baby."

He tugged at the zipper on his black pants and pulled them off as quickly as he could without leaving you. You reached down to help him, hooking your fingers over the band of his boxers and shoving them down. He kicked them off before yanking down your panties, dropping them on the floor next to his clothes.

You eagerly spread your legs so he could settle his hips between them. You glanced down with a small gasp when you saw the size of him and you felt your cheeks flare. Jesus Christ.

He didn't seem to notice your reaction when he was too wrapped up in staring at the wet heat between your legs, pulsing and waiting, just for him. He slid a finger gently between your folds, making you moan and your back arch. Fuck, he loved how responsive you were to his touch.

He readjusted so he was kneeling between your legs. His palms slid up your calves, past your knees and to your inner thighs, pressing them down into the mattress so you were spread wide.

He lined himself up at your center, glancing up at you quickly to make sure you were ready. You swallowed and nodded, your eyes filled with desire, desire for him, something he still couldn't fathom but decided not to question. He pressed forward gently, notching himself against you before falling forward on his elbows.

He kissed the tip of your nose as he eased himself inside you, pausing when he heard you gasp and felt you tense under him.

"More," you finally croaked, your nails coming up to rake against his scalp. He let out the breath he was holding and pushed in further, his eyes fluttering shut and his mouth falling open as he felt you slowly stretch around him so perfectly, like you were made just for him.

"Oh, god," he sighed, dropping his face to the crook of your neck after he fully sheathed himself inside you. He dragged his mouth across your chest, leaving a wet trail from his tongue and red marks from his scratchy beard in his wake. He waited until he felt your muscles relax under him before he slowly rolled his hips, dragging himself in and out as his teeth scraped over your tightening nipples. You moaned his name softly, the sound permanently etched in his brain, a sound he will refuse to forget for the rest of his life.

He began to roll his hips faster at your encouragement, becoming obsessed with the way you felt and the sounds you made, and it was all for him. He spent so much of his life giving to everyone around him, he never truly felt like anyone was able or willing to give him what he needed in return until now. The recognition was depressing and freeing at the same time. Now that he finally had what he always wanted, what he always needed, he was going to lose you and there was nothing he could do about it.

Each moan from your throat and each kiss from your lips dragged him down deeper and deeper until he collided head first with the stunning, yet so painfully obvious, realization that he was deliriously in love with you. It was insane, he knew that. But it didn't make it any less true.

"Joel," you gasped, pulling him out of his trance and back to the present.

"Yeah, baby? I'm here. I'm right here," he whispered, planting soft kisses all over your face.

You bit down on your lower lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The sheer intensity behind his gaze coupled with the agony of only getting to experience this for one more short week made tears burn in the backs of your eyes.

You felt your orgasm begin to swell deep in your belly while your breath became more ragged and your vision went spotty. It shouldn't feel this good. This was cruel, to be able to experience something like this just to have it brutally ripped away from you. It wasn't fair, yet you never wanted it to stop.

He could feel it. It's been years, and it was never, ever like this, but he still knew. The way you whimpered and clawed at his back while your walls squeezed him so tightly, he thought he might pass out.

"Open your eyes," he panted. "I wanna look at you."

You forced your eyes open, now unable to hold back the tears that pooled there as two drops trickled down the side of your face, getting lost in your hair.

"It's okay, I got you," he whispered lovingly, staring deep into your eyes, seeing everything you didn't dare say out loud.

"You can let go, baby," he told you, his hips snapping against you ruthlessly, desperate to come at the same time.

You felt the wave rip through you like fire, the power and emotion behind it unlike anything you ever felt before. More tears poured from your eyes as you cried out his name, your thighs squeezing his hips so tightly you weren't sure you would be able to stand after.

He followed seconds later with a deep groan, spilling himself deep inside you while murmuring praise and wiping away your tears with his thumb.

"Why're you cryin', did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice filled with so much concern that it broke your heart. You shook your head, wiping the tears away with the back of your hand, but fresh ones just took their place.

"C'mon, talk to me," he urged, leaning up a bit as he softened inside you.

"What are we gonna do, Joel?" you blubbered pathetically. He took a shaky breath in and tenderly tucked your hair behind your ear.

"I don't know, baby, but we'll figure somethin' out. We gotta," he said with a sigh.

"I can't lose you," you whispered, pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes.

"You'll never lose me, I can promise you that," he replied, pressing a gentle kiss against your swollen lips.

He waited until your tears slowed down before sliding out of you with a hiss. Rolling off to your side, he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you close against his chest, and as you finally drifted off in his embrace, he thought about all of the options available before you, determined to find a solution.

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letsbangts · 4 days ago

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thank you || jjk

⤷ summary: your appreciation for the man you married

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 1.4k

⟶ genre: fluff, married couple au, established relationship au

⟶ content: husband!jk, fratboy!jk briefly mentioned, sweetheart kook that could cause cavities

⟶ warnings: none just pure fluff

a/n: so this is inspired by you may want to marry my husband. hope you enjoy! :) as always hope you enjoy & let me know what you think!

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I have been married to the most extraordinary man for four years. I am planning on many more (a plan that has been in effect since our first date seven years ago and will continue to be). And for that, I feel I should express my gratitude.

Thank you.

Honestly, I do not know what I am thankful for, for everything, I guess? For him always being there, for him staying by my side. For loving and treating me exactly how I have always wanted a man to.

Now, you may wonder who this gentleman is, and I am so happy to tell you, Jeon Jungkook.

He was an easy man to fall in love with. I did it in one day.

Let us take a trip down memory lane, shall we? Seven years ago, a young lady struggling with dealing with college and her part-time job gets dragged out by her best friend (I guess I should be thanking her too) attends a year-end party at a frat house one late evening. About an hour later, she bumps into a boy who spills his drink on himself, though all he can do is say to her with the brightest smile: You okay there, Clumsy?

And when she looks up at his face, she realizes that this is no douche frat boy with beer on his shirt, but an unbelievably attractive high-spirited young man. She shyly replies: Yeah, I'm okay. That is when what was supposed to be quick party banter with a stranger turned into a night of great conversation and a polite walk home. That then turned into sweet exchanges of subtle flirtatious texts and small phone calls that had this young lady thinking: Uh-oh, there is something loveable about this person.

As the couple enjoyed many hangouts during the beginning of summer (by the end of the summer, I knew I wanted to marry him) amidst the ever-growing flirting, they finally acknowledged their immense attraction. Then the hangouts turn into dates when that lovely young man finally asks her out. That is when they would have officially kicked off their step from subtle flirting to very blatant obvious flirting—the beginning of a couple that would only continue their journey together.

So that was the start of us.

I am a bit biased, but I will create a list based on my experience of coexisting with him for about 2,556 days on the reasons I am thankful for him and thus love him. The following list of attributes is in no particular order because everything about him is so important to me.

Starting with the basics: His blindingly contagious smile, his gorgeous body filled with pure joy and positivity (and muscle), his adorable fluffy hair that falls over his forehead to match his striking brown eyes, and his effortlessly breathtaking passionate singing, of course.

He always knows how I am feeling and how to match his mood to whatever one I am in. He can read my face with just a simple glance. I have always appreciated how he adjusts his mood to fit my own. If I am in the dumps and his spirits are up, he brings them down to comfort me; even if he is down in the dumps, he lifts his spirits to keep a smile on my face. And for that:

Thank you.

If I could list just one of the things that made me fall in love with him from day one and still makes my heart flutter to this day, it would be his little acts that are natural for him, which shows how much of a gentleman he is. From always opening doors for me, making sure I walk on the inner side of the sidewalk, giving me his jacket to wear, or carrying me into the bed when I fall asleep on the couch. He may not know how much I appreciate the little things, but those little things always remind me I sincerely have the best man out there.

Silently suffering with the things I put him through that he may not want to do. Sitting through the cliché chick flicks, trailing behind me in the store as I look at three different tops that he says all look great on me but always end up picking the one he can tell I want more, or even giving up his personal space and all feeling in his right arm because he knows I sleep much better entangled with him.

That brings me to something he may not know that I know about him. He holds in a lot more than he leads on. The song he tells me he is struggling to perfect but tells me it is only a little bit of writer's block. Yet I can see in his eyes that it stresses him much more than he says. Yet he is always quick to change topics with a:

How could you have gotten prettier while I was gone?

So tell me about your day. Did anything interesting happen today?

If I did not know him so well, I could have easily missed these things, but I have come to learn about the kind of person he is. He is the type of person who always puts others before himself. He leads himself to take on the role of making sure others around him are okay. He already knows he does not have to hide his worries from me, but Jungkook still always tries to keep the minor worries to himself because he believes they are things I will excessively stress over on his behalf. (and he is right, I would, what can I say I love the guy)

We have come to know each other so well over the years, huh?

When looking for a dreamy, last-minute adventure, he is my man. He always comes with me on random just-cause trips, be it a road trip to the countryside for a break from the city or a train ride to the sea to walk by the shore.

Thank you.

If it is still unclear, here is the kind of man Jeon Jungkook is: He surprised me on my first day at my new job with flowers because he knew how nervous I was. He is a man who is always up early and goes out to surprise me every Sunday morning by putting a different kind of flower on my nightstand with a love note. A man that comes out from the minimart or gas station and says: Hold out your hand. And, voilà, a plastic ring he got from a gumball machine (had that been his proposal, my answer would have been yes).

I am sure you understand what I am trying to say by now, and he already knows how crazy I am about him. Wait! Did I mention that he is incredibly handsome? I will never get tired of looking at his handsome face.

If I am making him sound like a prince and our relationship sounds like a fairy tale, that is not too far off. I consider his proposal one for the books: Ever since you stumbled into my life, quite literally. I have never been able to picture being without you. Will you marry me, Clumsy?

Jungkook, I was serious about what I told you in our vows:

I always want more time with you, Jungkook. I want more time with the guy who takes me to get ice cream in the winter. I want more time sipping beer in bed with my drinking buddy. Although I desire our time together to be endless, we cannot live forever. But as long as I am alive, as long as I am a person on this planet, I will continue to follow you wherever the road takes us. So let us walk it together, alright?

Your dependability and loyalty are the qualities that show you are the most extraordinary husband, the most extraordinary man, and will be the most remarkable father one day. I know you will lead our future family into a lifetime of happiness because that is where you have been leading mine for seven years. I know you will continue to do so.

I will wrap this up because I can go on and on about how you are the most genuine, non-self-oriented gift I could have received. So, thank you for being you. I hope for the day that I get to tell our children about the kind of man their father is, the man Jeon Jungkook is, and about the love story I am honoured to be a part of.

(P.S. That day I mentioned will be coming in approximately nine months!)

With all my love, Clumsy xo

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moonstruckme · 13 days ago

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Congrats on 8k!!! You deserve all the love and more <3 also the holiday/winter theme is so so so cute!! Literally cannot even begin to describe how much I adore you and your talent and the fact that you give back and share your wonderful writing with us makes me so unbelievably happy <3

Can I request a hot cocoa drabble with Remus and the prompt wrapping paper from the 2nd list? Much love to you!! And congratulations again!!

I adore you! Ty for requesting angel <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 653 words

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Remus carefully folds the wrapping paper over itself, lining the triangle up against the side of his box. He curses.

You giggle. “How are you so regimented and so bad at this?”

“Hush.” He rolls his eyes, reaching across you for the tape. “It’s fine.”

“The label is showing,” you say, trying to be gentle but only hitting amused. “You can’t leave it like that, she’s gonna know what it is.”

“I’ll cut a square of wrapping paper to cover that part.”

“Another patch job?” You shake your head at him, grinning. “Rem, I can’t let you bring these to the function. They’re an embarrassment.”

“The function,” says Remus, cutting through the wrapping paper with a pointed slice, “is already going to have gifts wrapped by James, which always look like he’s let Harry do them, and Sirius is most likely going to bring his in bags. I guarantee ours won’t be the worst there.”

“It’s just a little embarrassing,” you murmur, really only teasing him. You start folding a ribbon into gentle curves on the top of your box. “I thought I had this really competent boyfriend, but…”

“Didn’t I tell you to hush?” Remus asks, but his laughter betrays him. The light from your tree smoothes out the lines of his face, his eyes warm and glittering and lashes kissing at the corners. You wish suddenly that you had a camera on hand, but there’s no chance film could capture how perfectly happy he looks.

Remus smooths tape over his patch of wrapping paper with swift, vaguely menacing movements. “I’ll have you know, I am very competent,” he says.

“It’s gonna take a knife to open that with all the tape on it,” you observe solemnly.

“I am very competent,” he repeats, and you suck in a breath when he locks his hands around your ankles, dragging you to him with one swift motion. You can forget how strong Remus is, sometimes. He’s not very physical usually, but you’ve riled him into playfulness. “You ask Lily tomorrow who the most competent man in her home is, and you get back to me on what she says, yeah?”

“Well,” you’re giggling, caught under his stern gaze and bubbling with giddy anticipation, “if you limit it to the men, the bar can’t be very high. Lily and I are more competent than the three of you.”

“How do you figure?”

“You can look at my gifts, for starters.”

Remus has an excellent poker face. He squeezes your calf at the jab, and your nervous giggling intensifies. “We’ll see how you feel about your competence when you make your own tea tomorrow.”

“No wait! Wait.” You get into his lap, trying your hardest to school your features into some sort of contrition. Smooth your hands up and down his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I love you. Have I told you I love you lately?”

“Not without ulterior motive,” Remus says drily.

Your lips turn down in a real frown. “That’s not true.”

“No.” He rolls his eyes, grunting as he pulls you further up his lap. “It’s not, lovely. What, you’re the only one who gets to tease?”

“Mhm,” you hum, teasing.

Remus chuffs like you’re something else, but his lips touching to your nose are gentle. “So what if I’m not the best at wrapping? You can’t make your own tea.”

“I can…it’s just not as good as when you do it.”

“Some could argue that’s a much more everyday sort of competence, dove.”

You make a quiet scoff of protest, not very convincing. Remus smiles. His hands stroke your sides.

“So. We’re going to put my gifts under James and Lily’s tree without complaint, hm?”

You feel your nose wrinkle. “Without any complaint? I feel like some damage control is necessary.”

“Remember your tea.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Right. No complaints here.”

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scoonsalicious · 4 months ago

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Unbelievable

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: It's your first Girl's Night since you moved out of the Tower to live with Bucky and a game of Never Have I Ever has been suggested. What could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Language, drinking, mentions of sex, angst.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: More Pocket x Bucky; enjoy!

“How are things?” Nat asked as she refilled your glass of wine. “Barnes behaving himself? Keeping his dick in his pants?” It was your first Girl’s Night with her, Wanda, and Pepper since you had moved out of the Tower two months ago, and your friends were desperate for some tea.

“Nat!” Wanda scolded, before turning to you. “I’m sorry, Pocket– we all agreed we weren’t going to bring up Bucky’s… mistakes. We’re just glad you’re happy. …You are happy, right?”

You smiled at your friend as you grabbed another slice of pizza. You knew they had reservations about you getting back together with Bucky– they’d been by your side for the worst of it, after all, but, for the most part, they’d been supportive of your reconciliation.

“He’s been wonderful,” you assured them, and pointedly, Nat. “His dick has not been kept in his pants, I have to say, but I confess to not being upset about that in the least.”

Pepper choked a little bit on her wine as she tried to stifle her laugh. “So, the makeup sex is good, then?” she asked with a wry grin.

“The makeup sex was phenomenal,” you corrected her. “And the return to normal sex has been fantastic, too. Not a single complaint from me in that department; just the downstairs neighbor!”

“As long as you’re happy,” Nat said, sitting down next to you once she had refilled everyone’s glass. “That’s all that matters, I guess.”

“I am happy, Natty,” you assured her. “He fucked up. He knows he fucked up, and he did the work to make it right– he’s still doing the work to make it right. That’s more than I could have asked for.”

Nat sighed and put an arm around your shoulder. “I know, honey. It’s just hard for me to forgive him for hurting you as badly as he did, that’s all. Don’t worry– I’ll get over it.”

You gave Nat a side hug. “I appreciate you. And I promise, he ever fucks up like that again, you can help me kill him.”

“Who’re ya killin, sweets?” Bucky asked as he entered the room, Sam, Vision, Tony, and Rhodey trailing close behind, Tony and Rhodey passing a basketball back and forth between the two of them.

“Just you, baby,” you said, giving him your most innocent smile and stretching your head up to meet his as he leaned down to kiss you. “You know, if you ever pull shit like last year on me again.”

“I’ll kill myself before I ever let that happen again,” he assured you. He was dressed in a tight black tank and a pair of basketball shorts, and he looked fucking good.

“How was basketball?” you asked as he sat down next to you. He opened his arms and you climbed happily into his lap.

“Ugh, come on, Pocket!” Nat grumbled. “Don’t welcome him! It’s Girls’ Night!”

“Too late, Natasha,” Tony said with a grin as he sat down next to Pepper, giving her a kiss on her cheek. “We worked up an appetite playing b-ball downstairs, and you cannot separate a man from his pizza!” He reached across the coffee table and grabbed a slice, and you were grateful you’d decided to order extra pies tonight.

“Don’t say ‘b-ball,’ man,” Sam said as he typed away on his phone. “You don’t have the melanin for it.” He slid down on the floor in front of Nat and reached for a pizza slice of his own.

“Ew, could you not lean against my legs?” Nat exclaimed as she pulled her feet up and tucked them under her. “You’re all sweaty and you stink.”

Sam turned around to grin at her. “That’s the smell of man, Red. You like?”

“Gross,” Nat said, shaking her head. “Remind me to take you out back and hose you down.”

“Do I stink, doll?” Bucky asked, rubbing his sweaty head into the crook of your shoulder.

“Yes,” you giggled, ruffling his hair, “but I like it. Very sexy. It makes me want to do very dirty things to you.”

Before Bucky could retort, Tony stood up and exclaimed “Alcohol? Anyone else want alcohol so we can get so drunk we forgot we just heard that? Rhodes, Vis, help me out. Please.”

“You sure love giving him heart palpitations, don’t you?” Pepper asked with a smile as Tony, Vision, and Rhodey headed to the bar in the back of the common room, where you assumed they would retrieve some adult beverages.

“Come on, Pep,” you teased as you wrapped Bucky’s arms around your waist, “you and I both know that, for that to happen, Tony Stark would need to have a heart in the first place.”

Those of you still sitting around the coffee table shared a laugh at Tony’s expense, but were cut short when the doors to the common room flung open and Thor and Bruce walked in.

“Ah, so this is where the party is!” Thor exclaimed, raising a jug that you knew must house some Asgardian liquor in it. “Pocket, Barnes! So good to see you! Barnes, I trust you will join me in a little Asgardian indulgence?”

Bucky looked at you, as though checking to see if you would be alright with him drinking. “Don’t look at me,” you said, laughing. “You’re a big boy, more than old enough to decide if you want to get drunk or not. Besides, I’m not your mom.”

“Thank God for that,” Bucky said, kissing your neck. “I’d have a whole new set of issues to discuss with Raynor. Yeah, Odinson, I’ll take a glass; thanks.”

“Excellent!” the god exclaimed. “Stark! Fetch tumblers for myself and the metal man! Tonight, we drink like kings!”

A few of the guys cheered, and you took the opportunity to lean into Bucky’s ear. “You’re super cute when you’re drunk, anyway,” you told him. “You always want to tell me all your secrets.”

Bucky grinned and squeezed you just a bit. “I don’t have any more secrets from you, doll,” he teased.

Tony, Rhodey, and Vision returned then, carrying six packs of ice cold beer from the fridge, along with glasses and bottles of liquor from the bar. Tony handed tumblers to Bucky and Thor, who made quick work of pouring healthy servings for the both of them.

“Malibu and pineapple for the Kiddo,” Tony said, handing you a large glass of your favorite mixed drink.

“Thanks, Boss,” you said, happily taking the glass and giving it an experimental sip. “Mmm, delicious! You always get the ratio just right.”

Tony winked at you as he sat down and popped open a beer. “I know my girls,” he said with a grin before handing Pepper a fresh bottle of wine. “And the Bordeaux for my lady love,” he said, to Pepper’s delight.

You noticed curiously that Bruce had sat himself down as far away from Nat as possible, and you wondered if the two were off again. You tried to catch her eye to silently inquire, but she was engrossed with something Wanda and Vision were saying, and not paying you any attention.

“We should absolutely play a drinking game!” Sam exclaimed to no one in particular. When all eyes turned to him, he elaborated: “Come on! When was the last time we were all together to just have fun?”

“Um, probably when you all showed up at the apartment with Cards Against Humanity to cockblock me and Bucky on our first night there,” you offered with a teasing grin.

Sam shot you a Look. “Never gonna let me live that foot-in-mouth moment down, are ya, Baby Girl?” he asked.

“Not ever,” you agreed. “I cried that night, Dark Chocolate!”

“And I felt really bad about it!” he protested. “You gotta let bygones be bygones.”

“Fine, fine,” you conceded with a laugh, not wanting him to feel worse for it than you knew he already did when it wasn’t his fault you still had unresolved trauma. “What game did you have in mind?”

Sam made a thoughtful face, but before he could, the common room door opened again and Steve walked in. When he saw you and Bucky sitting together, he stopped in his tracks, face falling ashen.

“Um…” he began, clearly uncomfortable, “Sam said there was pizza, but I didn’t realize you two… if you’re… I don’t have to… I can leave.”

You sighed and stole a glance at Bucky, each silently seeking out the other’s opinion. You shrugged slightly, as if to say I’d rather not make this awkward. Bucky nodded at you before turning back to Steve.

“Stay, Rogers,” he said, though there was no warmth in his voice. “This is your home; Pocket and I are just visiting. We’re not gonna put you out. I think we can all be civilized for an evening.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Steve said before sitting down next to Nat and grabbing a slice of pizza. The room was filled with awkward silence until Thor stood up.

“Let me get you a drink, Rogers!” he bellowed as he walked over to the bar to grab another tumbler and fill it with Asgardian liquor. “Tonight, we drink like kings!”

Steve took the cup gratefully, as though happy to have something to focus on other than the company in the room.

“Never Have I Ever!” Nat shouted in her attempt to break the tension. Everyone turned to stare at her. “That’s what we should play,” she said.

“Wanna run through the rules for the elderly, non-Earthlings, and non-humans among us?” Tony asked.

“Right,” said Nat, taking a sip of her beer. “One person starts by saying ‘Never Have I Ever,’ then you say something you’ve never done before. If you haven’t done that thing, you do nothing, but if you have,” her smile turned sharp, “you take a drink. And then someone else goes.”

“And what’re the parameters for winning?” Vision asked. He had his index fingers pointed together, resting against his lips, as if he were taking the entire thing very seriously.

“Everyone gets drunk, and then everyone wins?” you offered, what you thought was hopefully.

“Basically,” Nat agreed. “You just learn more about your friends and have a good time,” she added. “It’s not really about winning.”

Vis nodded as if this was revelatory information for him. “I see,” he said with all seriousness. “This sounds like it will be fun!”

“Alright, I’ll go first with an easy one,” Nat said, picking up her beer bottle. “Never have I ever… been able to fly on command.”

Immediately, Tony, Rhodey, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and Thor all took a drink.

“Pep!” you chastised. “You’ve absolutely worn an Iron Man suit and flow before! Drink up!”

“You know, I completely forgot about that?” she said with a laugh as she drank. “Okay, I’ll go next. Never have ever… punched Tony Stark.”

The room broke out into groans as each one of you, save Pepper and Tony, himself, drank to that. “Wow,” said Tony as he looked around the room. “I’ve never felt more like a victim than I do at this moment.”

“Tell me you haven’t deserved each and every one of them,” Rhodey teased.

“Yeah, fair. That’s totally fair,” he conceded. “My turn. Never have I ever been poor.” This time, everyone but Tony, Thor, and Vision drank.

“I have no use for currency,” Vision clarified when Wanda looked at him. “And as such, I have no concept of poverty or wealth, beyond the value I place in you, my dear, and for that, I am most wealthy.”

Everyone made gagging noises at that.

The game continued on, with questions both bland (“Never have I ever been arrested;” though most of you drank) and ridiculous (“Never have I ever fallen off the giant horse Goldfaxi.” “Well obviously, Point Break, none of us have either, because we’ve never been to Asgard.”) and soon you were all, at the very least, pleasantly tipsy. Bucky, in particular, having crossed the line over to drunk several drinks ago. Living as long as he had, he’d done a lot of shit.

“Okay, okay,” Bucky said, stuttering his words a little, which you found adorable, “Never have I ever… made out with more than one person on this team!” He grinned while Nat and Steve took a drink, but frowned when he saw you raise your glass to your lips. Had he forgotten about your… mistake with Steve after your birthday party? God, you wish you could have.

“Well,” said Tony with a cough, not recognizing the dark territory the game was delving into, “Never have I ever made out with more than two people on this team.”

You felt your shoulders sag; this was not going to help you, at all. Bucky watched in disbelief as you took another drink.”

“Seriously?” Tony exclaimed. “Under my very nose?”

“What the fuck, Pocket?” Bucky asked you, no levity in his voice.

“Nat drank, too,” Steve said, as though that made things perfectly okay.

“No one fucking asked you, Rogers,” Bucky spat back at him, then turned back to you. “Who else have you made out with, Pocket?”

You sighed. You really didn’t want to have this conversation, let alone when Bucky was drunk and in front of all of your friends, but you knew he wouldn’t be able to let it go. “You already know about my birthday,” you told him softly, wishing you were both somewhere else, alone.

“We made out at a Stark party once,” Nat blurted out. She offered you an apologetic look, but you were grateful to her for not making you say it.

Every head in the room snapped to look back and forth between you and the assassin. There were surprised shouts of ‘What?’ ‘When?’ ‘How long?’ ‘With tongue?’ and ‘Under my own roof?’ (that one came from Tony). Looks like you were going to have to speak to it, afterall.

“It was years ago,” you clarified, addressing Bucky, and Bucky alone. He was the only one you owed any sort of explanation to, after all. “Nat was working undercover for Fury, kinda… I dunno, would you call it ‘spying,’ Natty?” Your friend shrugged. “Spying on Tony for him, to evaluate him for the Avengers Initiative. She was his assistant. There was a party, we were drunk, and we were both just kind of like ‘You’re hot, I’m hot, should we kiss?’” You looked at your boyfriend, trying to discern what he was thinking. “It just happened the one time. Afterwards, we laughed about it, because we both realized it was stupid, and we decided to become best friends.”

Bucky looked to Nat, as though daring her to contradict you. “That’s all, Barnes, honestly,” she said.

“So, that’s it?” he asked you. “You just kissed Nat the one time, and Steve the one time? No one else?”

“Well,” you said, drawing the word out. Fuck, he was not going to like this, not one bit, but you weren’t going to lie to him.

“Who else, Pocket?” he spat out, standing up abruptly and practically dumping you to the floor in the process.

“Can we please have this conversation somewhere private,” you asked him, standing up, but he just looked at you, arms crossed. “Okay,” you said, “first of all, it was just one time, and it honestly didn’t mean anything, but it wasn’t just a make out…”

“Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed, “You fucked someone else on the team?!”

You gnawed on your lip. You would have told him, one day. You really would have, but you’d honestly never had had the body count conversation before. But you didn’t want it coming out like this. Your eyes subconsciously found Thor’s, and that was all the information Bucky needed to put the pieces together.

“THOR?” he bellowed, the sound making you flinch. “You fucked THOR?!” Around you, your friends gasped. Not even Nat knew about you and the God of Thunder.

“Watch your tone, Barnes!” Thor said, standing up to come to your defense. “The night of love making Lady Pocket and I shared was beautiful, and I will not let you speak to her this way!” Oh, that was not going to help things, Thor, you beautiful idiot!

The room was perfectly still, as if everyone was holding their breath, afraid that breathing would break the delicate balance that was holding your reality in place. Tony’s eyes were wide with shock, while Pepper, Nat, and Wanda gave you subtle looks of surprise and respect.

“Bucky,” you said, trying to diffuse the situation, “seriously, can we talk about this… just you and I? Please?”

“Why?” he asked, glaring at you. “Gotta anymore surprise lovers you want to spring on me?”

“Barnes, that’s enough!” Tony said, standing up now. “You’re drunk, and you’re not thinking straight. You’re not going to talk to Pocket like this.”

“It’s fine, Tony,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. “I get why he’s mad. I should have told him.”

“You think?” Bucky spat. “Lemme guess– next you’re gonna tell me you actually did fuck Stark for your education!”

He may as well have slapped you with that accusation, his words forcefully taking you aback. “That’s enough, Barnes!” you said, your voice sharp now. You’d had quite enough. “You know what? Sleep here tonight. Don’t come back home until you get your head out of your ass.”

You stood up and collected your bag. “Thanks for the time, guys,” you said before you stepped out, leaving the room in silence behind you.

“Fuck this!” you heard Bucky shout, and the sound of the common room’s other door slamming behind him as he stormed away. You shook your head as you punched the elevator button repeatedly. You could not believe he had the audacity to be mad at you over something that had happened before you had ever even met. How dare he? After everything he’d done? Everything you’d worked so hard to get over?

“Pocket?” You closed your eyes and sighed at the sound of Steve calling your name. Great. You weren’t in the mood for him to start questioning you on why you’d deemed to sleep with Thor but not him. You really didn’t have the mental resolve for that.

“What do you want, Steve?” you asked, resigned to just get the conversation over with. All you wanted right now was to get into your bed and cry yourself to sleep.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Steve said, much to your surprise. You turned to face him. He stood a more than respectable distance away from you, hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets as he looked down at his shoes, as though unable to meet your eye. “I’m not saying what he said was okay, because it’s not, but you know how inadequate he feels when it comes to you. He’s never thought he deserves you, and it’s like he can’t help but latch on to anything that he thinks proves that.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to talk to me like that, Steve,” you said, rubbing at the space between your eyes. You felt a headache coming on, for sure. “I don’t deserve to be slutshamed for things that happened before I ever even met him.”

“I know that,” Steve said, taking his hands out of his pockets and raising them as if in surrender. “And I know that Bucky knows it, too.”

“Why are you telling me this, Steve?” you asked him. After all the work Steve had done last year to try and get you and Bucky to break up, it was almost bordering on suspicious that he’d be speaking in favor of his former friend now.

Steve ran a hand through his hair. “Because you two are real,” he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “What you have, that’s real, and it’s rare. I get it now. I’m sorry I ever thought I had the right to decide whether or not it wasn’t.”

You swallowed and nodded at him. You appreciated his words, though you weren’t sure if it was enough to forgive him for everything he’d done. “I’ll take your advice under consideration” was all you said to him instead before you got into the elevator and let the doors close behind you.

Sleep proved to be elusive that night. Despite crying to near exhaustion, you found yourself tossing and turning, unable to find rest and knowing that it was from the lack of the warm, familiar body that should be curled up by your side. Your brain had gone into overdrive at imagining worst-case scenarios of what Bucky might be getting up to when he was drunk and so angry at you, and you were trying very hard not to remember what he’d done the last time he thought you’d betrayed him.

A soft chime got your attention, and you picked up your phone. Bucky had texted you, and you held your breath, wondering what more vitriol he was going to spew at you.

Magic Dick🍆🦾: Can I come home? Magic Dick🍆🦾: Please?

You blinked in surprise at your screen. That was not what you had been expecting.

>> Of course you can. It’s still your home, too. >> But as for whether or not you’ll be welcome back in bed… >> Depends on whether or not you got your head out of your ass.

Despite what you’d told him earlier, you’d never actually deny him entrance to your apartment. Not unless you’d ended things with him for good, and you’d fought too long and too hard to be together for that to happen over something like this.

You stared at your phone screen, waiting to see if he would respond, but the text thread remained inactive. You wondered where he was, and what kind of shape he was in. Where he had been, what he had done. Who he had done it with.

“Hey.” Though his voice was soft, its unexpectedness startled you. There he was, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, leaning against the frame, barely illuminated from the ambient light of the city outside.

“Jesus Christ, Barnes!” you exclaimed, clutching at your chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack! How’d you even get here so fast?”

“Been sitting in the hall for the last two hours,” he admitted sheepishly. “Working up the courage to ask if I could come back home. Think the only reason I was brave enough to text you was ‘cause I convinced myself you had to be sleepin’ by now. Planned on just spendin’ the night out there.” He offered you a soft half smile before his face turned serious. “I’m so sorry, doll. Ya gotta know, the things I said…”

“Were really uncalled for, Bucky,” you interjected. He visibly flinched before you.

“I know,” he admitted, his voice so low you had to strain to hear it. “I had no right judgin’ you for things that happened ‘fore we ever even met. ‘Specially not after everything I did. It took me by surprise ‘n my ego got bruised. No man’s gonna like hearin’ the love of his life slept with a literal fuckin’ god, but I took it too far, and I’m sorry.”

At hearing him refer to you as “the love of his life,” your heart warmed in your chest, and you pulled back the blanket and sheets on his side of the bed, silently inviting him in to join you. You very well couldn’t hold his continued insecurities against him when you had just been worried he was off with someone else. It was a process, you reminded yourself.

Bucky looked at you, eyes wide. “You sure, sweets?” he asked hesitantly.

You nodded at him. “We need to talk,” you told him, “and I’d rather do it with you here next to me than with you all the way over there.”

Bucky swallowed and slowly made his way over to the bed and got ready to climb in… fully clothed.

“Gonna sleep with your clothes on, Barnes?” you asked, raising a brow.

You could barely make out the flush that came to his cheeks in the low light. “I didn’t wanna just assume…” he began.

“Get undressed and get your ass in bed,” you told him. You watched as he slowly stripped down to his boxer briefs, folding his discarded clothes and putting them in the hamper, always the regimented soldier, before crawling under the covers next to you.

Once he was settled on his back, you curled up against him, your head on his chest and your leg hooked over his torso. You could feel him physically relax into your touch as he wrapped his flesh arm around your shoulders, and you knew he’d been terrified that you wouldn’t let him be close to you after what he’d said.

“So, you and Thor, huh?” he asked, voice strained, and you knew he was doing everything in his power to keep his emotions steady.

“Are you sure that’s something you want to hear about?” you asked him guardedly. You certainly appreciated his willingness to discuss it, but you didn’t want to cause him any additional pain… or cause him to freak out on you again.

“I think I have to,” he answered. “If I don’t, I’ll just keep on imagining it, and that’ll be worse for me.”

“Fair enough,” you agreed. “But before we get into it, tell me where you’ve been tonight.”

He looked down at you, understanding drawing on his face. “I went down to the gym,” he began. “Punched the bag for a little while, tryn’a get the anger out, but then I started feeling gross from that Asgardian shit, so I went up to my old room and crashed for a couple hours. Woke up with a splitting headache and a hell of a lot of remorse, so I came home and just hung out in the hallway, working up the courage to text you.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, feeling a sense of relief that he hadn’t felt the need to revisit old bad habits. He could have been lying to you, of course, but he knew that you could check the security feed at the Tower to verify his story if you didn’t trust him. Truth was though, you did trust him.

“Okay,” you began, snuggling further into him. “I won’t lie and pretend like I never thought Thor was hot.”

You felt the laughter rumble through Bucky’s chest. “Yeah, you never made a secret of that,” he said, and it was a relief to hear.

“Yeah, well, it’s an objective fact. That can’t be helped. Anyway, his girlfriend, Jane, had just dumped him. He was devastated. He tried to pretend that he wasn’t phased by it, like it was a mutual decision, but everyone could see he was heartbroken. I guess Tony and Clint convinced him that the best way to get over her was to have some rebound sex with someone else. Granted, I highly doubt Tony ever thought Thor would consider asking me, but I was really the only other single Earth girl he knew at the time.

“So, one night, after we’d all had a couple of drinks, he just… asked. He was upfront about his reasons, never implied that it would be more than what it was. And I hadn’t been with anyone in a while, and I thought he was good looking, and he was just so sad, I figured ‘what’s the harm in it?’

You sighed, thinking back on the night in question. Thor had been a gentle, attentive lover, though you didn’t think Bucky needed to necessarily know that, but there had been no spark of connection, no need. Nothing like what you felt when you were with the man before you.

“Afterwards, he thanked me for helping him get through a tough time, and we left it at that. Never spoke about it again until tonight.”

“He said it was ‘beautiful,’ though,” Bucky said, and you were proud of him for keeping his tone light, when you knew this must be difficult for him.

You chewed on your lip, trying to come up with the right words to express what had happened that night. “It was beautiful in the way that sad things are beautiful,” you told him eventually. “Neither one of us were in great places. He was dealing with losing Jane, and I had just found out that Darren had died in prison.” You could feel Bucky’s questioning stare, so you clarified. “I was thrilled he was dead, don’t get me wrong; it’s just that the news brought up a bunch of old memories I didn’t really want to deal with. Here was this kind, handsome man that wanted to sleep with me, and that felt like a salve. It made me feel like more than what Darren had made me. We were two people who were hurting and found some solace in each other for a little while.”

The hand that was wrapped around your shoulders tightened as Bucky pulled you closer. “I’m so sorry I overreacted,” he said before kissing the crown of your head. “I know we’ve talked about it. I’m scared there’s always going to be a part of me that’s terrified you’re gonna realize you’re too good for me and leave me.”

“That’s never going to happen, Buck,” you assured him. “I’m with you because I want to be with you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have fought so hard to make this work.”

“I know, doll,” he said. “The part of me that’s Bucky, that’s a man, he knows that. But… the part of me that’s always gonna be the Soldier, the monster, that’s the part that needs convincing. I see guys like Thor, Steve, hell, even Stark– these guys that are just good, heroes, who don’t come with lifetimes of baggage and trauma, and I think ‘that’s the kinda man she’s supposed to be with, not a used up sad excuse of whatever’s left of me.’

You felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. “You know I hate it when you talk about yourself like that,” you told him.

He chuckled derisively. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Doesn’t stop me from feelin’ it, though.”

“I wish it would,” you sighed. “You’re everything. All I want is for you to see that.”

“Maybe someday,” he said quietly into the dark of the room. “Maybe someday.”

You wished there was something you could say to convince him. To get him to see himself the way you saw him everyday, but that was a battle you weren’t going to win tonight. You did know of something that would probably cheer him up, though.

“Hey,” you said, turning your head and resting your chin on his pectoral so you could look up at him. “If it makes you feel any better, you’re bigger than Thor.”

Bucky snorted a laugh. “Whaddaya talkin’ ‘bout, sweets? The man’s huge. His muscles have muscles, for fucks’ sake!”

“No, baby,” you said, carefully moving your leg so that it rubbed pointedly against his groin. “I mean you’re bigger.”

Bucky’s eyes widened in surprise. “That so?” he asked, his voice gone suddenly husky.

You nodded. “Yup,” you said, popping your ‘p’. “Longer and thicker. He could never make me feel as good as you do, Buck. No one could. I don’t ever want anyone else to even try.”

Bucky’s smile turned predatory, and you knew you weren’t going to get much sleep tonight.

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Personal records 3 - Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze

A lot of anons helped me ideas to write this... i can't link all the asks rn, maybe i will do it later :), but special thanks to all!

Read before this one: part 1 - part 2

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

Wordcount: almost 20K as promised 😘(a little semi-goodbye present) semi - proofread :)

Warnings: MINORS DNI because this bitch is loaded with smut (feel free to skip this fic), read at own risk (but i made it cute too dw) and uhm, angst, is uhm, also present in this (teeny tiny bit).

Btw the consumerism and all the other unbelievably out of touch stuff in this is all for the plot, Lucy and Ona would never xx

PS. This is not written as good as i had hoped but at least it's something :)

Personal Records, the last part.

Saturday morning - Ona’s Penthouse

Ona woke up with a smile, it was not something that happened often, but when she was captured in these big muscular arms, she just couldn’t help herself. She turned around in the embrace.

Until now, every time Ona and Lucy had slept together Ona had been the first one to be awake, leaving the bed as soon as she was up.

Now, she was staring directly into two beautiful big loving eyes ‘’aye good morning’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I didn’t know you were awake’’ she said with a happy smile.

‘’Good’’ Lucy smiled, Ona nearly melted as she heard the low morning voice coming from the English trainer, ‘’I didn’t want to wake you, you sounded so cute sleeping’’ Lucy said, pulling the smaller woman closer.

Before Ona even knew it, she had pressed her lips against Lucy’s.

Lucy grinned and kissed her back.

After a few moments the English woman pulled away with a chuckle, ‘’I thought you found morning breath disgusting?’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I do, but your hotness cancels it out’’ she said dreamily as she traced her fingertips along Lucy’s stomach.

‘’Ohhh I see’’ Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on top of her, placing her hands on the back of Ona’s thighs, ‘’so you didn’t think I was hot before then?’’ she asked with a playful pout.

Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’yeah I did, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself then’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek before pushing herself up, ‘’I didn’t want to admit I had a big old crush’’ she poked Lucy’s chest, ‘’on you’’.

Lucy grinned at the sight the Catalan had provided her, Ona was now straddling her hips, sitting on top of her in just her panties. Lucy couldn’t believe that if she played her cards right, this life could be hers forever.

‘’Hello?’’ Ona said as she waved infront of Lucy’s eyes, she pinched one of Lucy’s nipples.

‘’Ouch!’’ Lucy said as she snapped out of her dream, ‘’Ona!’’ she said as she took the Catalans hands, ‘’why did you do that?’’ she winched.

Ona shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’I just confessed that I have a crush on you and you didn’t even listen, you were dreaming’’.

‘’I am’’ Lucy said with a dopey smile, ‘’I am living a dream’’ Lucy said as she placed Ona’s hands back on her chest and traced Ona sides with her own.

She let her hands rest on Ona’s hips, ‘’so beautiful’’ she sighed, before looking back into the Catalans eyes, ‘’remember how I called you princess because you acted a bit… you know…princessy’’ she chuckled, ‘’but now I would like to reintroduce that nickname’’ she raised her eyebrow, ‘’if you don’t have to many bad memories about it’’.

‘’I don’t’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’don’t worry’’.

‘’Good, because you truly look like one, a beautiful princess’’ Lucy let her hands glide to Ona’s thighs, ‘’my beautiful princess’’.

Ona leaned down to kiss Lucy again, she could get used to mornings like these.

‘’Oh, and about that surprise’’ Ona awkwardly started as she suddenly started doubting the plans she had made for today, ‘’promise if you hate it, you will just tell me that and not break our- ‘’ she took a second to think, ‘’…situation, apart’’.

Lucy stayed silent for a moment but then she smiled, ‘’do you.. want to be my girlfriend?’’.

Ona stopped in her tracks, she couldn’t believe her ears, she leaned on Lucy with a smile and nodded, she was so happy ‘’yes’’.

‘’I know it’s a bit fast, but I figure as we are going to travel Europe together, we might as well be together too’’ Lucy said as she sat up.

Ona´s smile didn´t leave her face, ´´yeah, I like it, I like it a lot´´.

´´Good´´ Lucy said as she held Ona´s face, ´´and about the surprise… why so nervous?’’.

Ona gave Lucy a little kiss, ‘’well I didn’t use money, but I did use my connections’’.

Lucy lifted an eyebrow, ‘’I’m so curious what it is now’’ she said with a curious smile.

‘’Promise me that if you don’t like it we’ll just pretend I didn’t do it okay? Then I’ll just..’’ she thought hard about something she could do for Lucy, something that didn’t involve money, ‘’vacuum your house or something’’ she eventually came up with, thinking it was stupid but not knowing what else to say.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’wow, I would like that actually, maybe you can do that either way’’ ‘’but I promise I’ll like your surprise’’ she said as she wrapped her arms around Ona.

‘’How long do we have left before we need to go?’’ Lucy said in a seductive voice.

Ona chuckled and leaned over to the nightstand closest to her, she looked at Lucy’s phone, ‘’jeez, it’s 9:30 already, we should get ready’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’I just need 20 minutes’’ she said as she started kissing Ona’s neck.

Ona chuckled but pushed her away, ‘’I want to get there a bit early, and you need a training outfit by the way, do you have some at the gym or do we need to by your house?’’.

‘’I have things at my gym I can put on, the same outfit I give classes in, is that okay?’’ Lucy asked, now very intrigued at what the surprise could possibly be.

‘’Perfect’’ Ona smiled, ‘’do you want to shower with me?’’.

With a groan let Lucy fall herself back against the mattress, Ona looked at her confused, ‘’no?’’.

‘’You are so perfect’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’yes I want to shower with you, let’s shower together always’’.

Ona chuckled and shook her head, she liked that Lucy didn’t hold back her feelings anymore and felt contend enough with the situation to make comments like this, promises of many more days spend together. She hoped Lucy was the one, if their relationship could be like this forever, Ona was sure to die a happy woman.

Saturday morning, 10:45 - Bronze Fitness Forge

‘’Well what is the surprise’’ Lucy asked with a smile as she had put her workout clothes on.

Ona had told Lucy she herself didn’t have to put on anything special, as she would just be watching, or not, whatever Lucy would prefer, ‘’okay’’ Ona sighed, ‘’I invited twelve people for a job interview today, two groups of six people for 2,5 hours’’ she inspected Lucy’s face, trying to read her expression, ‘’you can choose to not accept anyone as your follow up, but I thought I could help you search for some good contestants’’.

‘’Wow’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’I don’t know how to react, I mean, you did safe me a lot of work if the right person is in this group’’.

Ona finally dared to smile, ‘’I am happy that you don’t hate me for interfering with your business’’.

‘’hmm, well, you are keeping the decisions with me, you are just presenting options, arranging it on a Saturday is perfect too, not messing up my usual schedule, thank you, I can see you do it because you want to help me’’.

Ona tilted her head, knowing Lucy had more to say.

‘’But I have a very high need to arrange everything concerning my gym independently’’ Lucy said carefully, ‘’this time it is okay, I’ll even thank you, because I think it’s sweet, but from here on on, I’ll do everything myself again, okay?’’.

Ona nodded slowly, knowing damn well she had done a way bigger thing too, but she would just have to make sure Lucy would never find that out. For extra security she had put the building on a empty holding she still had ‘laying around’, for taxes it was probably going to look a bit weird, but she didn’t want to risk Lucy seeing her company name, which was also her last name, in the email.

But for now she didn’t need to worry about that, as Lucy pulled her in for a kiss, ‘’thank you Ona’’.

Saturday afternoon, 17:38 - Bronze Fitness Forge

The day had been great, Lucy had actually like tree of the candidates, two of which would be directly available, so those two would immediately go work with Lucy from the following Monday, like an internship, so that she could decide who, or perhaps both, she could take on.

‘’I have to take my strong opinion back baby’’ Lucy said as she plopped down next to Ona on the bench in the dressing room, ‘’even though I’m very very tired right now, this was a great day, I don’t know where u got those candidates, but they were amazing’’.

‘’I’m glad’’ Ona said as she leant on Lucy’s shoulder, ‘’it was fun watching you hang around with them’’.

‘’Hanging out?’’ Lucy says, turning to Ona, resulting in her head to glide off her shoulder.

‘’Hey’’ Ona pouted, ‘’I was comfy’’.

Lucy grinned as she pulled Ona on to her lap, ‘’aw, is my pretty little princess tired from watching me work?’’.

‘’Mhmm’’ Ona says as she leant in to kiss Lucy, ‘’and you kept me up a while tonight’’.

Lucy hummed in the kiss, laughing as she broke it, ‘’I didn’t hear you complaining then’’.

Ona shook her head, ‘’nuh-uh’’ ‘’and I’m still not complaining’’ she leant next to Lucy’s ear, ‘’maybe you even have some energy left to reward me for my good surprise?’’.

Lucy groaned and chuckled at the same time, ‘’you are impossible’’ she stood up carrying Ona, ‘’ofcourse I have energy left’’ she said as she pressed Ona against the wall, ‘’for you always’’.

‘’I just wanted a kiss’’ Ona chuckled, trying to lean in for a kiss.

‘’Oh’’ said Lucy as she pulled away and lowered Ona to the ground, ‘’I see, just a little kiss’’ she said as she gave the Catalan a gentle kiss, ‘’but really, thank you Ona’’ she said giving her another kiss, ‘’you saved me so much time and these were probably better candidates then I could’ve ever found’’.

Ona grinned, ‘’mhmm, I want to make your life as easy as you’ll let me, just draw your boundaries clearly’’.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’acts like these are fine’’ she shook her head, ‘’jeez, I can’t believe myself, I mean, an act like this, is amazing I appreciate it a lot, I just.. i can’t have you spending abnormal amounts of money on me’’.

‘’Abnormal is subjective’’ Ona said with a cheeky grin.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy said with a stern look, ‘’you know what I mean’’. ‘’And by the way, even though I probably have replacement now, I still have to look into my house and stuff, so I’m still not sure if I am able to fly with you to Italy’’.

Ona tilted her head, ‘’I have two thoughts about that’’ she said carefully.

‘’Okay, let me hear them’’ Lucy smiled as she gave Ona a kiss on her cheek, ‘’everything is up for discussion’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’perfect, I love good communication’’.

‘’Mhmm, good communication and honesty’’ Lucy said as her hands traveled to Ona’s hips, ‘’now what were your thoughts?’’ she smiled.

Ona scrunched her nose, ‘’I do have secrets for you’’ she said with an awkward smile.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’like this today?’’ she asked, planting another kiss on Ona’s cheek, ‘’or also other secrets?'’ she joked.

‘’Mhm, also other secrets, but enough about that, you were talking about renting out your house, no?’’ Ona said as she buried her hand in Lucy’s hair, who had travelled to burry her face in Ona’s neck in the meantime. ‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’yes’’.

‘’Well’’ Ona said, ‘’don’t you want to keep it empty’’ a small groan left her throat as Lucy reached a sensitive spot in her neck, ‘’so you can always come back to your own, empty, house if you feel the need, and maybe offer your family the option to use it as a London get away, uhm, I mean, I don’t know where they live, but assuming they don’t live here’’.

Lucy stopped kissing Ona and faced her, ‘’yeah, they live outside of London, but you know why I need to rent it out right?’’.

Ona tilted her head and pressed another kiss to Lucy’s mouth, ‘’how much have you left then?’’.

Lucy looked at the shorter woman, ‘’what?’’.

‘’You are talking about a mortgage right?’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’Yeah’’ Lucy said with a weird smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

No it was Ona’s turn to be confused ‘’what?’’ she asked.

‘’You’re so smart baby, I get amazed by it again and again’’.

‘’Oh please’’ Ona chuckled as she slightly blushed from the praise, she couldn’t help it, normally she didn’t need other peoples comments to make her feel good, but with Lucy she just couldn’t get enough of it ‘’so how much is it?’’.

‘’20.000’’ Lucy said as she looked at the ground, ‘’with 2,8% interest’’.

‘’Oh Luce’’ Ona said as she soothed her hands along the pumped biceps, ‘’I know you will hate me for saying this but..’’ she held Lucy’s face and tilted her chin to make her look at her, ‘’but that’s not even bad Lucy’’ she chuckled, ‘’and I would love to solve it for you’’ she said as she captured Lucy’s bottom lip between her own.

Lucy almost got lost in the kiss but shook her head and pulled away, ‘’no I can’t Ona, I would love to be able to not rent it out, but I am planning on paying the mortgage with that and then it will solve itself’’.

‘’Really it’s okay’’ Ona said as she ran her hands along Lucy’s arms, ‘’for me it is the same as giving you a present’’.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’it’s 20.000 quid, it’s maybe nothing to you, but it’s a big deal to me’’.

Ona nodded, ‘’it is something to me, it’s money I don’t use that I can put to good use, helping someone who deserves it’’.

Lucy nodded, ‘’I appreciate that,’’ she looked at Ona with a sincere smile ‘’but I don’t want to be a good cause to you’’.

The Catalan thought about those words for a second before she replied.

A big smile pulled on her lips, ‘’a loan!’’ she cheered, ‘’ I’ll lend it to you, same thing as with the bank, only thing is you can now choose how or when you want to pay me back, giving you a bit of room to breathe’’ she exclaimed, talking as if she had just done a history changing discovery.

Lucy scrunched her nose, she didn’t know what to do or how to reply.

Ona chuckled and put her hand underneath Lucy’s shirt, ‘’we can also keep the interest’’, she kissed Lucy ‘’I like the idea of it taking as long as possible, it means that I’ll have you around longer’’.

Lucy groaned playfully as she pushed Ona deeper against the wall, burying her face in her neck and pressing their hips against eachother, ‘’you’ll have me around either way Ona’’ she hummed.

The shorter woman smiled as she took one of Lucy’s hands, ‘’I love the sound of that’’ she said as she kissed Lucy, to the extent that was possible, ‘’now do you want to know how much I loved watching you today?’’ she asked cheekily.

The English woman suppressed a moan as Ona guided her hand below her skirt, feeling the damp panties.

Ona grinned as she leaned against Lucy, ‘’hmm feel that? all because you look so fucking sexy in your sleeveless top’’ she purred, trying not to get lost in the feeling that shot through her at the way Lucy teasingly slid her fingers along her clothed core.

Lucy pulled her hand away and took a step back, making Ona whine.

‘’One sec baby’’ Lucy chuckled as she pulled her top off, after that she stepped back to Ona and pulled her skirt up to just below her boobs, ‘’now’’ she said she reached for Ona’s panties and pulled them down, ‘’you will need to hold on tight’’.

Ona nodded as she stepped out of her underwear, ‘’what are you going to—ahhh’’ she yelped as Lucy lifted her into the air on her shoulder, her core already making contact with Lucy’s face, she quickly caught Lucy’s head to steady herself, but as she got pressed against the wall again, she already felt much more stable.

She felt Lucy’s grin against her, ‘’sorry, in my head this was way smoother’’ a muffled voice sounded from between her legs. Ona groaned as the vibration of her words prickling her center, ‘’mh, you were very smooth Luce, I haven’t fell to the ground’’.

Lucy chuckled and with her hands she tried to push away the bit of skirt that was still hindering her, Ona helped her, tucking the front of her skirt under the waistband, and then she put her hand on the back of Lucy head, pulling the English woman against her.

With a smile Lucy flattened her tongue against the Catalan, Lucy was amazed at how easy this was, her weight training surely paid off, or the business woman didn’t actually weigh a thing, or maybe it was both or maybe she was so incredibly turned on that she had gained superpowers. A loud moan pulled her from her train of thoughts ‘’fuck Lucy’’ Ona cried out, only now Lucy realized how eagerly she’d been lapping at the woman. She could get lost between Ona’s legs for hours, but she needed her to actually feel good too, so she did her best to smoothly transition in to a more, pleasing and enjoyable approach.

‘’Fuck baby’’ Ona said, pulling at the roots of Lucy’s hair, ‘’making me feel so good’’.

Lucy squeezed the flesh from Ona’s thighs at those words, she redirected her tongue to Ona’s clit.

Ona whined as the taller woman pressed her talented tongue against her swollen bud, she had never met a woman that could manipulate in her tongue in a way as the English women could. It was like Ona could feel the tide of an ocean again her bundle of nerves, so soft but yet so deliberate, it indescribable, Lucy’s strong muscle working better then the most expensive sex toy Ona owned.

It didn’t take long for Ona’s thighs to start crushing Lucy’s head, the Spaniard unable to control the way her muscles jerked.

Ona clawed at the clothing hooks on the wall but just couldn’t reach them.

Lucy’s jaw was aching but she didn’t dare halter her performance as she noticed Ona struggling, instead she easily moved them over to the left.

Just as Ona reached out to the rack and grabbed to brace herself for her oncoming climax, Lucy moaned against Ona’s core as the grip on her hair tightened, making Ona shiver from the sensation it shot up her spine and grabbed even harder onto the fist of hair she held.

The English woman could feel her own pussy clench as she heard Ona’s moans as she got send over the edge.

Softly Lucy helped her girlfriend through her high and after that she gently lowered herself so Ona could stand on steady ground again.

Lucy chuckled as she saw Ona standing there, being held up by her, a light shake in her legs.

‘’God’’ Ona breathed, ‘’how are you so amazing with your tongue’’.

The taller woman leaned in to kiss Ona’s neck, ‘’and this time I did make you come with only my tongue’’.

Ona let out a shaky laugh ‘’do you work out that muscle too or something?’’.

‘’No, not really’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’but I got a great exercise for that actually’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s bottom lip.

‘’hm?’’ Ona said, not yet having come down from her high, ‘’what is it?’.

‘’It’s called tongue wrestling’’, Lucy chuckled, ‘’I want you to taste yourself’’ she groaned as she rested her forehead against Ona’s.

Ona chuckled, ‘’wow, what are we, twelve?’’.

Lucy looked at Ona cheekily, a smug smile pulling at her face.

Ona shook her head with a disgusted face ‘’don’t-‘’

‘’-okay I won’t’’, Lucy chuckled, ’’only because jokes like that are gross and I don’t kiss woman that are below the age of 25’’.

Ona shook her head, ‘’well, good thing I am 25 and two months, because I didn’t want to miss this for the world’’ she grinned as she hooked her arms around Lucy’s neck, ‘’I can’t get enough of it’’ she whispered just before connecting their lips again.

Saturday evening - Ona’s penthouse

They had showered and put on some nice clothes, Lucy was wearing something a bit tight, as she was wearing something that came from the Catalans closet, but she didn’t really mind.

‘’What shall we do this evening princess?’’ Lucy said as she walked into the bathroom were Ona was applying some mascara.

Ona grinned as she looked at Lucy, ‘’the first thing that came to mind was repeating what you just did in that dressing room’’ she shook her head as she watched her reflection in the mirror again, ‘’but I also thought of the idea to go into the city, shop around a bit, look for a nice restaurant to eat’’.

Lucy wrapped herself around the Spaniard from behind, watching Ona as she rested her chin on her shoulder, ‘’aren’t you satisfied yet?’’ she teased, after which she gave a soft kiss to Ona’s neck, ‘’but that sounds fun baby, I want to walk around in London holding hands with you’’ she said.

Ona melted at the adorable smile Lucy wore, ‘’can I buy you some fitting clothes then?’’ she pouted.

The English woman chuckled as she inhaled Ona’s scent and buried her face in the crook of her neck, ‘’fine’’ she sighed, ‘’but we can also just stop by my house for a sec and pack a bag’’.

‘’Hmmm’’ Ona hummed, ‘’pack a bag? are you planning on staying?’’.

‘’mhmm’’ Lucy hummed in agreement, ‘’someone just told me they’re not satisfied yet, and I can’t leave my girlfriend alone until she completely satisfied’’.

Ona almost moaned at the promise of the words Lucy spoke, ‘’mmhhmm, but now we have to go, before the stores are closed’’.

Saturday night – Ona’s penthouse

‘’I loved the restaurant Lucy, I’d never been there’’ ‘’and thank you for paying, that was really sweet’’ Ona said as she plopped on the couch, ‘’I am so tired’’ she sighed and closed her eyes.

When it stayed quiet for a minute and she didn’t hear a response from Lucy, she opened one eye.

Infront of her stood Lucy, dressed in one of her new outfits, watching her.

‘’Huh?’’ Ona said, now opening her other eye as well.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’don’t mock me Ona’’.

‘’Huh?’’ Ona said again, sincerely confused ‘’mock?’’.

‘’You say thanks for paying, but I payed for a meal that was cheaper then this belt’’ Lucy said frustrated, pointing at her new belt.

Ona sat up, ‘’baby come here’’ she said tapping the spot next to her.

Lucy sighed and took place next to her.

‘’It’s about the thought, I thought it was very cute you decided where we were going to eat, then you told me facts about the restaurant and chose two dishes we could share’’ she looked at Lucy who was coming closer now, ‘’which were delicious by the way’’ she kissed Lucy’s hand before placing it on her leg, ‘’and then you said that you went to the bathroom, we finished our drinks and we could just go’’ Ona smiled, ‘’because you secretly payed’’ she kissed Lucy’s cheek, ‘’such a gentlewoman, I felt like a princess’’.

Lucy blushed, ‘’I’m sorry’’ she muttered, watching the carpet, that was suddenly very interesting, she could feel her cheeks heat up from embarrassment at her childish feelings.

‘’Hey’’ Ona said as her lips brushed against Lucy’s ear, ‘’I don’t care about the clothes we bought or how much anything costs, truly, it is all about the gesture to me’’ she whispered, ‘’how about you rip these stupid clothes of off me’’.

Ona grinned as she saw Lucy swallow hard, ‘’come on baby, do it’’ she spurred the woman on.

Lucy turned to Ona, looking at her with a preoccupied gaze.

‘’What is it Luce?’’ Ona asked with a tilted head, ‘’tell me’’.

‘’I don’t know if I can be…. a gentlewoman… if we-‘’ Lucy swallowed the rest of the sentence.

Ona had the fight her eyes the keep the from rolling back, ‘’fuck’’ she breathed, ‘’then don’t Lucy, please’’ she groaned, ‘’fuck me like you want too’’ she declared in a husk voice.

Lucy stared at her intensely, ‘’are you sure baby, i-‘’.

Ona nodded eager, and climbed on Lucy’s lap to prove her point, ‘’make me yours Luce’’.

Now it was Lucy who had to keep herself in check and suppressed the moan that formed in her gut, ‘’fuck Ona’’ she said, almost a bit dreadful.

‘’I am serious Lucy’’ Ona said kissing along Lucy’s neck, up to her ear, ‘’fuck me like you mean it, show me how much you hate my spoiled side’’.

‘’I don’t’’ Lucy groaned and let her head fell back as Ona licked skin.

‘’It’s okay baby’’ Ona groaned, ‘’prove me you’re the one in control’’ she added with a slight tease in her voice, ‘’even though you’re wearing clothes I payed for’’.

Lucy didn’t need to hear more, with scary ease she stood up with Ona clinging around her, she took one of the paper shopping bags with her, and walked towards the bedroom.

With controlled force she threw Ona onto the bed, ‘’I’m going to fuck you so hard’’ Lucy groaned. Ona moaned as her back hit the mattress, ‘’using a dick you payed for’’ she said as she leant to hover over the Catalan, ‘’and I’m going to make you beg for me’’ she grazed her teeth along Ona’s neck, ‘’begging me to ruin you’’.

Ona whimpered as she dropped her head further back, giving Lucy access to more surface of her neck to mark.

‘’Or maybe I’ll just give you nothing’’ Lucy groaned, ‘’that would be something new for you, hm?’’ she teased, ‘’has anyone ever denied you anything princess?’’.

Ona disagreed with a humming sound, ‘’n-no’’ she said, ‘’don’t give me nothing’’ Ona whined, as she tried to pull Lucy back, who was standing up.

Lucy tutted, ‘’look, there we have it already’’ she said while shaking her head and unbuckled her belt, ‘’new rule, you can’t touch me’’ she grinned, ‘’unless I say so’’.

The Catalan groaned and let her head drop with closed eyes.

‘’Princess?’’ Lucy said in a teasing high-pitched voice, ‘’are you paying attention?’’.

Ona turned her head, still resting on the bed, ‘’maybe’’ she said with a grin, ‘’or maybe you should teach me a lesson’’.

‘’Oh you can be sure of that’’ Lucy groaned through her gritted teeth.

Lucy pulled her belt out of pants in one fluent motion. She grinned as she saw Ona swallow hard and promised she wouldn’t use it to spank her, at least not for now.

‘’But thanks for the idea princess’’ Lucy grinned, ‘’I’ll make sure to remember it if you’re not being good’’.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined, desperate for the English woman to do something about the heat that’s forming between her legs.

Lucy kneeled on the bed, ‘’what wrong baby?’’ she mocked, ‘’taking too long?’’.

Ona nodded and pulled Lucy closer. Making the taller woman chuckle, ‘’you broke the rule already’’ she leant down to Ona’s ear, ‘’now I’m going to tie you up’’.

Before Ona knew it Lucy had caught both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, the belt she had just taken out of her pants, was now being formed into handcuffs by Lucy, but not yet putting it on.

Lucy leaned down again and softly kissed Ona’s lips, momentarily breaking her act, whispering, ‘’if it hurts you need to tell me’’ and gave her another kiss, ‘’if you’re uncomfy too’’.

‘’Promise?’’ she asked, when Ona didn’t reply.

‘´I will Luce, I trust you’’ Ona said, voice thick from being so turned on.

‘’Mkay’’ Lucy said, with one more kiss, ‘’and I don’t think you’re actually spoiled, you just act like a brat sometimes’’.

A mischievous grin appeared on Ona’s face.

‘’Shut up’’ Lucy warned, ‘’I don’t need to be riled up more’’.

‘’So how long until you will fuck me with my cock?’’ she said emphasizing she was the one who payed for it.

Lucy bit back a growl, swallowing the way she wanted to tell Ona she’ll know who’s cock it was when she was done with her. Instead she laid the DIY handcuffs besides them on the bed and gently started unbuttoning Ona’s top.

‘’I gave you permission to rip it you know’’ Ona provoked, ‘’I promise I won’t make you pay it back’’ she added with a teasing lilt in her voice, ‘’just rip it off’’ she reared Lucy up.

Lucy grinned as she helped Ona out of the blouse, leaving her in just her bra.

‘’You got expensive taste right?’’ Lucy said smugly, as she bundled the blouse, ‘’well, open up’’ she said, holding the satin blouse infront of Ona’s face, ‘’lets shut up that pretty little mouth of yours, all I hear is nonsense’’.

Reluctantly Ona took the expensive fabric between her teeth.

‘’That´s a good girl’’ Lucy grinned, moving to put the belt around Ona’s hands.

Ona couldn’t ignore the way the little praise made her pussy flutter, she hated that Lucy had this effect on her, she didn’t want to be wrapped around someone’s finger like that, or maybe she did want be wrapped around Lucy’s fingers. She groaned into the fabric in her mouth as Lucy tightened the band around her wrists, she probably looked crazy right now, laying on the bed half dressed, half like she was kidnapped, but she couldn’t deny this was all on free will. Enjoying it even.

‘’Just snap your fingers if you want me to stop’’ Lucy said in a dark voice looking into Ona’s eyes, digging her fingers into the Catalans trousers, ‘’or is that too confusing for you, as it’s something you usually do to make things happen?’’.

Ona didn’t find it confusing, but she did think Lucy was talking way too much. She lifted her hips to give Lucy access to remove her bottoms. Leaving her, now only in her bra, laying on the bed with her legs spread, arms up and mouth stuffed.

Lucy leaned down and planted a few kisses to Ona’s stomach, almost she forgot her mission, getting lost in the way Ona whimpered as she grazed her lips along the lightly freckled soft skin of Ona’s tummy, but she tore herself away and stepped out of bed. Leaving a whiny Ona behind.

She took the carton bag and turned around one more time, seeing Ona’s already flushed cheeks Lucy bit back a chuckle. She liked the way Ona seemed to get easier and easier for her, the way a simple suggestive gesture got Ona melting for her made her feel wanted and hot, she loved it. It was way better then the cold Ona she had worked with that first night they slept together.

In the bathroom Lucy quickly got undressed.

After she had cleaned the new strap they had bought this afternoon, she walked back in to the room.

She stared directly into two desperate eyes and when she let her eyes roam further along Ona’s body she noticed her wantingly rubbing her legs together, yearning for some relief.

‘’Missed me?’’ Lucy grinned, walking towards Ona with the rubber attachment standing proudly between her legs.

Ona nodded eagerly, producing sounds muffled by the fabric in her mouth.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy said, climbing over Ona, ‘’I can’t hear you, but that’s my own fault I guess’’ she chuckled and pulled the blouse out of the Catalans mouth, ‘’I’ll keep it close for if you need it again’’ she whispered in Ona’s ear, resulting in the skin of her neck prickling with goosebumps.

‘’Missed me?’’ she tried again, hovering dangerously close above Ona’s mouth.

‘’y-yeah’’ Ona said breathlessly, subconsciously leaning up to kiss Lucy.

Lucy kept the kiss superficial and short, chuckling as she pulled away. ‘’Yeah?’’ she asked, sitting back on her knees and pushing Ona’s legs apart, ‘’I can see’’ she grinned, letting her eyes glance Ona’s center.

Ona’s legs twitched at Lucy’s words. Her breath quickened as Lucy let a finger slide teasingly close to her core, purposefully avoiding it.

‘’please’’.

Lucy’s head cocked up with a grin, hearing the whiny begging voice coming from the Spaniard ‘’already?’’ Lucy grinned and now ran two fingers along Ona’s wetness ‘’please what princess?’’.

Ona whimpered, ‘’mpf’’ she whined as Lucy barely dipped inside with the top of one finger.

Lucy collected some of Ona’s wetness and traced it up towards her clit, careful to give no pressure to the bud.

‘’please luce’’.

With a smug grin Lucy climbed up to hover over Ona, making her able to look in to the eyes of the Catalan, ‘’I don’t understand’’ Lucy teased, before she started licking and sucking Ona’s neck, ‘’please what?’’.

She held herself up again, facing her girlfriend. With her right hand she guided the strap to lay against Ona’s center, gently starting to grind the length alongst her wet lips.

‘’I want…’’ Ona muttered – closing her eyes and letting her head fall back as she felt the head of the rubber cock rub against her, ‘’Luce’’ she groaned.

‘’Mhmmm’’ Lucy groaned, continuing her attack on Ona’s neck, ‘’want or need princess?’’.

‘’Fot-me’’ (fuck me) Ona moaned as her back arched from the bed when a shiver shot through her, ‘’need you Lucy’’ she cried, desperate to be filled.

Lucy teased the head of her rubber cock between Ona’s lips and gently dipped in lightly, before disappearing all together.

Ona looked up, confused at what was happening, only to be met with a grinning Lucy.

‘’C’mere’’ Lucy said, signaling Ona to crawl towards her ‘’think you need to get this ready, hm, show me how much you need me then’’ Lucy said, gathering Ona’s hair in a make shift ponytail with her fist.

Ona bended down and steadied herself with her cuffed wrists against Lucy thighs as she took the fake cock on her tongue, it was already wet, she could taste herself, it made her groan as she closed her lips around the rubber and slowly lowered her head.

Lucy groaned at the sight in front of her, ´´good job baby, love seeing you work for it´´, Ona moaned while bobbing her head on her rubber cock, with her ass sticking up in the air. The taller woman leaned forward a bit and grabbed her ass, kneading the flesh before placing an experimental slap, earning an appreciative groan from the Catalan. Lucy grinned at the sounds and smacks her ass another time, this time less gentle.

She lets Ona’s hair go and signals her its enough, but making her stay in the position she’s in. She on the other hand, kneed over to take position behind the shorter woman.

´´Ready to work some more?’’ Lucy teasingly said as she ran her hand over Ona’s lower back, sliding the wetted cock along her core, before pressing the tip against her entrance, ‘’I can’t hear you baby’’ Lucy grinned as the woman below her seemed to not be able to form words.

‘’Yes’’ Ona groaned into the bedsheet where she had planted her face.

‘’Mkay, make yourself sweat baby’’ Lucy said as she slightly leaned forward, pressing just the tip inside.

It was a difficult position for Ona to grind down on Lucy with a good rhythm, frustrated about how difficult it was Ona grabbed the sheet for more resistance. Lucy was amazed at how desperate Ona danced down on her dick, she hadn’t even warmed to woman up too much, but the wet sounds that filled the air were proving just how ready the Catalan was for her.

‘’Aw is it so hard baby?’’ Lucy asked as she heard Ona’s frustrated whines, ‘’tuff to do hard work huh?’’.

She stepped back, leaving Ona to hump against thin air.

Ona turned her head and send Lucy a pleading look, ‘’Luce?’’ she whined, whimpering at the sudden empty feeling.

Lucy grinned mischievously, ‘’you can’t always get what you want princess’’ she cooed, ‘’even if you work really hard for it’’ she teased, sending her another smug smile as she looked at Ona laying in this degrading position on the bed.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined in frustration, now sitting up ‘’please’’.

‘’Of course I will get this belt off of you’’ Lucy said, as if that was what Ona had meant with her pleading.

‘’No!’’

A unbelievably dirty smile played across Lucy’s mouth, ‘’no?’’ she teased, ‘’want to keep your cuffs on?’’ she threw her hands up, ‘’okay’’.

‘’No’’ Ona cried out and shook her head vigorously, ‘’I meant something else, please fuck me Luce’’.

‘’You don’t want me to undo that belt?’’ Lucy teased.

Ona shrugged, ‘’whatever you want Lucy, I want to do what you want me to’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy smiled as she began to remove the belt, ‘’I was just teasing princess, but good to know’’ she kissed Ona’s wrists tenderly, ‘’and ofcourse I’m going to fuck you hard, I promised, didn’t I’’. ‘’The only thing is, I just realized, I haven’t tasted you yet and you have, so lay on your back for me hmm’’. She kissed Ona teasingly, playing with her lips between her teeth, ‘’are you going to be good and let me taste you?’’.

Ona nodded furiously and went to lay back in the middle of the bed, being sure to hold her legs apart for Lucy. Lucy smiled as she lowered herself between the Catalans legs, ‘’such a good girl’’ she cooed, looking at Ona’s wet core, ‘’you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?’’.

Ona’s center clenched at the praising words, ‘’I’m so wet for you’’ she whined, holding her legs tighter as a distraction for the urge she had to grab Lucy face and push it against her.

‘’Such a good girl’’, Lucy moaned, feeling Ona clench. ‘’You like that hmm, being my good girl’’ Lucy smirked, feeling her clench again, ‘’you taste so good’’ she said, trying to test her theory, and like clockwork, again Ona’s body reacted to the praise.

After eating the Spaniard out not with the intention to make her come but groaning appreciatively at her taste, Lucy climbed up again, making Ona tasted herself on her tongue. It was one of her favorite things to do.

When she pulled away she smiled at the dazed look on Ona’s face, ‘’you look so good beautiful’’ Lucy cooed as she shifted their bottom half’s, ‘’you want to be such a good girl for me, don’t you?’’ she said kissing Ona’s neck, whispering in her ear, ‘’and I’m already taking such good care of you, aren’t I’’ ‘’can’t get enough of me hmm?’’ Lucy said as she again teased her cock along Ona’s lips.

Ona groaned, her hips buckled of the bed, pressing against Lucy ‘’please Luce, you can fuck me so good’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Lucy groaned as she gently pressed herself inside, feeling barely any resistance she hummed in Ona’s neck, ‘’fuck’’ ‘’you’re made for me, already taking me so well’’.

As Lucy started pumping in to the Catalans wetness she dropped her head back, her eyes rolled in their sockets as Ona clawed at Lucy’s back, the feeling of her tight back muscles impossibly turning her on even more.

Lucy pushed herself up as she rhythmically started rolling her hips faster and faster, looking at the woman below her, taking her so good. She stared between their hips and was mesmerized by the wetness, Ona’s juices even dripping off the base of the strap she was wearing, God, the woman was indescribable.

She slowly haltered as an idea popped in her head, Ona looked up with an already blown out face, she looked questioning. ‘’Feels good?’’ Lucy asked, running her hands along Ona’s thighs.

Ona nodded, ‘’so good’’ she said, not daring to give commands to the woman, but she hoped Lucy could just continue.

Lucy gently pulled out and reached for the pillow from under Ona’s head, ‘’let me make it even better for you, you’re being so good for me’’.

The Catalan couldn’t stifle her moan as she lifted her butt with shaky legs from the bed, allowing Lucy to put the pillow under her hips.

With once more a little teasing, Lucy finally entered the Spaniards’ warm wetness again, she watched Ona’s face closely as she pushed herself inside excruciatingly slow.

Ona’s head laid flat on the mattress and she bit her lip to keep from moaning.

‘’Hey, let me hear you baby’’ Lucy cooed against Ona’s cheek, ‘’I love the sounds you make’’ she upped her pace, the sounds of their skin making contact again and again now filled the room, ‘’or do I need to work harder for my princess’’ she teased, ‘’I’m not going hard enough hm?’’.

Ona wasn’t sure if Lucy was really addressing her or if she was giving herself a weird kind off peptalk, but she didn’t care either way, the way Lucy was thrusting into her with measured force, the way her gaze was focused on her tits, bouncing from the way she was getting fucked into the mattress, Ona couldn’t think clear anymore, the only thing on her mind was Lucy and how good she could make her feel.

Lucy looked up to see Ona’s brows furrow lightly, but she couldn’t stop, the way the base of her strap rubbed perfectly against her felt way too good, ‘’what is it princess’’ Lucy asked, hoping Ona wasn’t in any kind off discomfort.

‘’i-im’’ Ona’s eyes rolled back with a moan, ‘’luce, feels so good’’ she moaned, desperately clinging onto her, afraid she was going to leave.

The English woman grinned and made sure to keep her rhythm up as she took Ona’s right hand to her mouth and started sucking on her fingers, before redirecting her hand to play with her own clit.

She leaned down to Ona’s chest, taking her nipple in to her mouth and caressing the other with her hand.

Ona felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she took in all the different ways her body was being stimulated, when Lucy started thrusting in to her even faster, she felt her orgasm approaching, not to be stopped.

As she got pressed against the mattress deeper and deeper Ona couldn’t control the sounds she made, with every thrust a sound escaped her ‘’uh uhhfuckk’’ she moaned as she got pounded closer and closer towards the headboard.

Lucy couldn’t suppress a moan now, she was nearly coming undone herself. The way Ona took her so well, clenching her walls around her rubber cock at every little praise. Laying down on the bed as beautiful as she is.

Various sounds filled the room, Ona’s high pitched moans, Lucy’s low groans joined the chime of filthy sounds coming from the place their bodies connected.

With loud a peak in decibels, they both tumbled over the edge. Drowning in the waves of pleasure that took over their bodies.

Without having control over her body, Lucy’s butt clenched, as it felt like she just had came inside of Ona, with tensed up muscles she tried to ride them both through their highs, resulting in gentle shuddering thrusts.

Ona’s whole body relaxed into the mattress, her eyes fell closed as she could hear nothing but her loud pounding heartbeat and the blood that was rushing through her ears.

With a deep sigh Lucy collapsed on top off Ona, having still just enough conscience to do carefully so.

It took a while before Ona could open her eyes, they had both caught their breath and Lucy laid with her face in the crook of Ona's neck.

Ona started playing with the English woman’s hair, occasionally letting her fingertips run across her shoulders and back.

Lucy eventually seemed to come back to the here and now as well, she groaned as she nuzzled herself deeper against Ona’s skin, taking in the smell she had grown to love.

She smiled as she realized she truly did feel in love with the woman.

‘’Ona’’ she said, coming out a bit hoars, she cleared her throat ‘’I hope I wasn’t mean to you’’.

Ona smiled as she heard Lucy speak, ‘’no, I thought you were very mild’’ she chuckled, ‘’if I were you I hadn’t taken the cuffs off and the blouse in my mouth, damn’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’you were so hot’’.

Lucy chuckled, happy that Ona had enjoyed this. Even though it was clear they both had enjoyed this a lot. ‘’Would it be too early for me to say that I love you?’’ Lucy said in a joking way, but being very serious.

The Catalan scratched the top Lucy’s head, ‘’no’’ she chuckled, ‘’I was waiting for that actually, so I could say it too’’.

‘’I love you’’ Lucy said, pressing soft kisses against Ona’s neck, ‘’and I love when you say please’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I love you too Lucy, ‘’and you’re the only one in the world I want to say please to’’.

Lucy shook her head with a chuckle, ‘’oh Ona, what should i do with you’’ she said in a joking desperate tone.

The smaller woman chuckled, ‘’I know some things’’.

Lucy sat up, leaning back, carefully and slowly pulling out of Ona, shaking her head ‘’I can’t believe you, how can you be so insatiable?’’.

Ona laughed, ‘’it’s your own fault’’ she traced her fingers along Lucy’s biceps, ‘’you’re just so hot’’.

As Lucy was at the tip of the strap, almost completely pulled out and watched Ona’s cum pooling at her entrance, she gently pressed herself in a bit back ‘’we should stop’’ she said, not planning to do that at all, ‘’I’ve never had so much sex in my life, I feel like a rabbit’’.

Ona clenched her walls, desperate to keep Lucy close, she groaned ‘’what was that thing about breaking records?’’.

Two weeks later – Ona’s house in Rome

Yesterday the tree women had landed in the beautiful, but most importantly nicely temperatured Italy.

In this place Ona did have a car, two to be exact, she had a couple living on her terrain all year around to keep the place looking like it belonged in a fairytale, the couple lived in a house on the edge of her estate, but they were aloud to use all the facilities they took care off.

One of the women had picked them up from the airport yesterday and as always when she came back to this house she fell completely in love again. She loved the greenery and appreciated the women for taking such good care of it.

Lucy had gone a bit quiet since arriving and in the evening, after they had eaten with the five of them, Ona had asked her to go on a little walk with her.

They had talked a lot these last weeks, Ona had eventually been allowed to lend Lucy the money for her mortgage, with interest, and Lucy had done everything she needed to do to be able to leave England with a clean slate.

She appreciated Ona’s help, she did, it was just so inapprehensible to her to be able to live like this.

But their love only grew more and more, so Lucy couldn’t really think too much about it. Her mind was preoccupied with the beautiful woman she now called hers.

In London, Ona had lived with her for most days, as Sophia used Ona’s apartment. In this mansion, Sophia lived on the other wing of the house.

It was a good thing because Ona seemed to be insatiable.

After their first day, where Sophia and Ona had done some work, Lucy had hung around the pool mostly, she felt a bit guilty for not working when the others were, but Ona had encouraged her to relax, saying that she could use this week as a vacation.

Every once in a while, when Ona walked outside taking a phone call, she had send Lucy a wink, making the English woman smile. Ona was not only a very good business woman, she also looked very hot being one.

This day came to an end with Ona heading back to bed early, claiming she was tired.

Lucy had given her a kiss and stayed down, chatting with Sophia. Ona thought it was cute the way their bond had developed, they shared the same (English) humor and when they were really in a silly mood, Ona sometimes couldn’t even follow what was being said as their accents were so thick.

But now she didn’t like that Lucy had stayed downstairs, she didn’t want to be obvious so she had just agreed with her, saying goodnight, but she actually wasn’t really tired.

So Ona texted her.

@ Ona Batlle: i miss u

She waited 5 minutes a long time and still didn’t get a reply. So Ona figured Lucy needed a reason to come back to bed. She put on an olive green set of lingerie and stood infront of the full length mirror in her wardrobe. After striking a few different poses, she found the one she felt hottest in and made a cheeky picture, being sure to crop out her head before sending it to her lover.

@ Ona Batlle: *picture*

@ Ona Batlle: I miss u

@ Ona Batlle: come to bed?

@ Ona Batlle: I miss u ☹

@ Ona Batlle: lucy

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As Lucy was laughing with Sophia about something from a tv show they both watched, she felt her phone hysterically buzzing in her pocket.

Sophia got up to refill her wine glass, ‘’do you want another glass too?’’ the PA asked.

Lucy choked on air as she opened the picture that had been send to her.

‘’Are you alright?’’ Sophia chuckled, a little intoxicated from the wine they had been drinking. It was Friday night and Sophia had enjoyed the evening they had been having, so she had let loose a little.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy nodded, ‘’but I’m good on the wine, I think I have had enough’’ she said, smiling at Soph.

Sophia leaned on the back rest of the chair she was standing behind, ‘’awww come on Luce, you sure you don’t want one more?’’.

Lucy chuckled about the state of the woman infront of her, she was happy she could handle her alcohol better, she rarely got drunk, ‘’tomorrow evening we can do this again’’ she laughed, ‘’but Ona just texted me she has a bit of a headache, so I am going to bring her some medicine’’.

‘’The Advil is in the kitchen, don´t forget water’’ Sophia slurred, ´´It´s cute it´s your job now´´ she laughed.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy chuckled, ´´I’m happy to take those kind of things over from you´´.

Sophia suddenly broke out in a loud chuckle, ‘’aww what would little Ona do without us’’ she shook her head, ‘’I love the woman, but sometimes I can’t understand how such a smart woman can be so dumb with things’’ Sophia murmured as she started walking towards ‘her’ staircase.

‘’She really is a smart woman’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’and if you are a smart woman too, you drink some water before sleeping, safes you from a headache tomorrow’’.

‘’Hey Luce’’ Sophia said, turning around.

‘’Hmm?’’ Lucy hummed, as she was clearing the coffee table.

‘’I love you too you know’’ Sophia chuckled, ‘’I have never seen Ona more happy’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’thank you Soph, and know that Ona appreciates you a lot, you make her life so much easier, she says it every day to me’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Sophia said with a glossy smile, ‘’wish her well for me, hope her headache stops’’.

‘’Goodnight Soph’’. With that Lucy rushed to the kitchen and dropped everything there, before running up the stairs, without Advil or water.

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‘’Took you long enough’’ Ona said from her position on the bed, she laid on her front, leaning on her elbows, doing something on her phone.

‘’I- ‘’ Lucy tried to form a sentence but she got distracted by Ona’s perfect ass, laying perfectly on display, barely covered in the green lace, ‘’Soph’’ she offered as explanation for her delay.

Ona sat up with a chuckle, ‘’soph?’’.

‘’Uh’’ Lucy shook her head as to regain her conscience, ‘’uhm, yeah, I send Soph to bed, told her you had a headache, she was pretty drunk by the way don’t know if she- ‘’ she cleared her throat, ‘’but anyway, I’m here now’’ she said in a happy voice, ‘’hadn’t expected such a text, as you said you were tired’’.

The Catalan stood up to make her way towards Lucy, as the English woman wasn’t getting closer to her, ‘’do you expect me to be able to sleep after you hang around half naked all day?’’ she said in a playful tone.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’do you want me to use clothes in the pool tomorrow?’’ she joked back, as she took Ona in her arms.

‘’Nuh uh’’ Ona shook her head as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, ‘’no, but I do want you now’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck, ‘’it was very distracting seeing you laying there all sexy’’ she pouted.

Lucy grinned, ‘’distracting huh?’’ she said, holding Ona’s wrists, pushing her towards the bed, ‘’maybe you shouldn’t be coming out to look every 30 minutes then’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’I always take my calls outside, it’s good to walk around a bit sometimes, instead of sitting behind the computer’’.

Lucy let Ona go and walked to Ona’s suitcase that was laying open on the ground, she fished out the silk mask she had worn on the plane, with a grin she walked back to Ona, ‘’wear this then, if I am so distracting’’.

‘’No’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’I want to see you’’ she said, climbing further onto the bed.

The English woman grinned, ‘’it will be fun Oni, come on let me make you feel so good’’ she whispered as she came closer to the woman, ‘’please, I’ve had this idea in my head since I saw you wearing it on the plane’’.

‘’hmm’’ Ona pulled Lucy towards her, making her settle between her legs ‘’did you?’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy hummed, she kissed down Ona’s neck ‘’please?’’.

The Catalan chuckled, ‘’after all that begging you make me do, and now you’re starting?’’ she frowned.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy grinned in to Ona’s neck, ‘’maybe I will make you beg some more, I love when you’re desperate for me’’.

Ona slipped her hand under Lucy’s t-shirt, ‘’I’m always desperate for you baby’’ she sighed, ‘’now come on then with that stupid mask’’.

‘’Blindfold’’ Lucy chuckled as she sat up, ‘’we’re repurposing it’’.

The last thing Lucy saw before she but the mask on the woman was an eyeroll, making her chuckle. ‘’I promise it’ll be fun’’ Lucy said as she moved Ona to lay flat on the bed.

Ona gasped at the way she suddenly got moved, ‘’luce!’’ she chuckled, ‘’you do need to warn me for things’’.

‘’hmm, sorry baby, good thing for telling me’’ she took Ona’s hand, ‘’I am now going to kiss your neck okay?’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’yes, that is okay, I meant for like.. unexpected things’’ she said with a grin.

‘’Oh’’ Lucy said, already almost dived into Ona's neck ‘’is that an expected thing then?’’ she teased, grazing her bottom lip softly along the skin of Ona’s neck.

The Catalan giggled as she shivered from the light touch, with this blindfolded she seemed to feel it even more intensely, ‘’yes, you love my neck, you’re always kissing it’’.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy pouted, ‘’okay, that’s getting old then’’ she smiled as she ran her hands along Ona’s body, ‘’I could never get enough of you’’ she fake pouted.

‘’Hey!’’ Ona reached blindly infront of her with her hands, taking Lucy’s hands ‘’I can’t get enough of you either’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’I know, I was teasing you’’ she rubbed her thumbs over Ona’s knuckles, ‘’and I am very much aware of the fact you can’t get enough of me, I almost fear for Soph, as she is staying in the apartment in Paris with us’’.

Ona hadn’t ofcourse foreseen that she would fall in love in England, so she hadn’t been able to book anything for Sophia in Paris. As they would normally just share the apartment, but now there was nothing near her place available to book, and Sophia had just said she didn’t mind. She said she rather stayed with Ona to be the third wheel, then stay somewhere outside of the city, as they only had a few days in Paris with a very busy schedule.

Ona groaned, ‘’don’t remind me of those sad days ahead’’ she pulled Lucy on top of her, it was so unexpected that Lucy fell over, making her chuckle ‘’now, stop talking and put that magic mouth of yours to use’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’so bossy’’ she kissed along Ona’s collarbones, ‘’you know how that’s dealt with hm?’’.

The grin that took over the visible part of the Catalan woman was all Lucy needed to see. Ona always tried to rile her up.

With one hand she dug below Ona to unclasp her bra and took it off, leaving her chest bare.

She quickly took off her own shirt too and threw it on the floor.

Lucy took in the sight of the beautiful woman laying down for her, her sun kissed skin waiting to be littered with kisses. She stared down at her for a while, beaming with love.

She smiled as she saw Ona started playing with her nipples ‘’that’s my job hm’’ she said as she wiggled her own hands below Ona’s.

‘’Oh your still here’’ Ona teased, ‘’thought you’d left’’ she snickered at her own joke.

Lucy shifted to bring her face to the woman chest, ‘’mhm’’ Lucy grinned, running her tongue along Ona’s hardening bud, ‘’keep joking like that baby, lets see how long you can keep it up’’.

But Ona’s teasing state was long forgotten, she threw her chin up as Lucy’s tongue played with her nipples. Her hand found it’s way to Lucy’s hair, digging for a place below her bun.

Teasingly Lucy nibbled down, grazing Ona’s sensitive spots with her teeth, knowing how crazy Ona got from the teasing. She worked from Ona’s neck, to her stomach and then she started at her ankles, to her hips, purposefully avoiding the Catalans center all together.

‘’Luce’’ Ona whined her name like it was a chant, she had kissed every part of Ona’s body two times already, minus the part Ona actually wanted her to be.

She leaned against Ona’s ear, her mouth already swollen from al the kisses she’d been placing, but ready for so much more. ‘’What’s that princess? No more jokes?’’ Lucy whispered, her breath heavy from all the exploring she’d been done.

‘’luce’’ another whine left Ona’s throat, ‘’I’m so wet luce, please’’.

Lucy chuckled as she nibbed at the smaller woman’s earlobe, ‘’I’m wet too, because of you actually’’ she hummed against Ona’s skin, ‘’do you want to help me out first?’’ she teased, ‘’maybe let me sit on your pretty little face’’ she said, running her thumb along Ona’s dry bottom lip.

Ona swallowed hard, she would love to make Lucy come, but she was also aching for a relief herself.

‘’You want to be a good girl for me?’’ Lucy said, planting a soft kiss to Ona’s lips ‘’or you first?’’ she asked as Ona stayed silent.

The Catalan shook her head, ‘’no I want you’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’yeah what part’’ she asked as she took one of Ona’s hands and guided it to her core, ‘’these lips’’ she said, helping Ona trace along her wetness ‘’or these ones’’ she said, taking Ona’s fingers in her mouth.

Ona moaned at all the things Lucy made her feel, she couldn’t think clear, she wanted to taste Lucy now too but she was also dying for her mouth to be on herself. ‘’Okay’’ she sighed, ‘’sit on my face’’.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’only if you want too’’ she said kissing Ona.

Ona groaned as she recognized Lucy’s taste on her tongue, ‘’mhmm I want to taste you’’.

‘’Mhh you’re so good to me baby’’ Lucy gave her one more kiss before shifting, hovering over Ona’s face with her warm center.

The Catalan hooked her arms around Lucy’s legs, not caring if she let her weight down on her face.

It didn’t take long for Lucy to come undone on Ona’s fingers and tongue, after her orgasm faded, having it gently ridden out on Ona’s face, she got off of her.

‘’That was good’’ Lucy said, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips, ‘’now it’s my time to make you feel good hm’’.

Ona whined from the anticipation. She arched from the bed as Lucy started making her way down her body again, she felt as though she was literally dripping on to the mattress from how wet she was, even if she was still wearing her underwear, that piece of lace was sure to be ruined by now.

Again Lucy took her time to kiss along Ona’s body, Ona almost couldn’t handle it anymore. She felt like she was getting lightheaded from all the buildup ‘’luce, please’’ she whined, ‘’please’’.

Lucy chuckled and finally hooked her fingers in the underwear, ‘’let’s get you out of this hm?’’.

‘’mhm’’ Ona whimpered as she pushed her hips up.

Lucy’s eyes got big and a grind tugged on her mouth as she saw the strings of wetness when she slid Ona’s panties down, ‘’I’m not sure if you’re ready babe’’ she teased ‘’maybe I can give you some more kisses first’’.

‘’Luceee’’ Ona groaned, bringing her own hand to her core.

‘’Hey’’ Lucy grabbed Ona’s hand and pushed it up to besides her head, she leaned in for a kiss ‘’I’m teasing, I’m sorry’’.

‘’Yeah, you’ve been teasing enough’’ Ona whined, spreading her legs wider, hoping it would help Lucy find the way.

Again Lucy started kissing from her chest, slowly working her way down. Ona hadn’t really found it necessary, as she was so worked up, but Lucy was quicker this time and Ona didn’t really have the power to speak anymore.

She moaned as Lucy’s tongue finally made contact with her pulsing heath, she bit her lip as she realized she wasn’t sure how long she could keep her orgasm at bay.

Lucy buried herself between Ona’s legs, wrapping one arm around her leg and bringing her other hand up to Ona’s core, in a desire to feel her coming on her finger, loving the way Ona’s walls clenched as she came.

The English woman was sure she’d just been down there for 30 seconds when she noticed the familiar signs Ona’s body gave before she would tumble over the edge.

Lucy couldn’t believe it and eagerly kept on going.

With a load moan Ona felt the high flow through her body, she came hard on Lucy’s curled fingers inside her.

Her legs shook as Lucy slowed her pace.

The taller woman kept her long fingers inside as she climbed up to kiss Ona, ‘’one more baby?’’ she asked, ‘’I know you can do it’’ she whispered ‘’and I haven’t had enough yet’’.

Ona groaned, unable to open her eyes she accepted Lucy’s kiss.

Lucy kissed the Catalan intensely, distracting her from her sensitivity, slowly starting to thrust her fingers again.

When she curled her fingers, Ona moaned and the kiss broke, Lucy took the moment to shuffle back down, she wasn’t kidding when she said she hadn’t had enough of Ona’s taste yet, it was almost disappointing how quick she’d come, but Lucy took it as a compliment and took it as a challenge to make her come again.

It was hard to keep Ona’s shaky legs still but Lucy managed to get her head between them and pressed down on her hips with her free arm, ‘’it’s okay baby’’ she soothed Ona placing some soft kisses on the damp skin, ‘’you can do one more’’.

Ona whined desperately at the words Lucy spoke, there was already building up a new heat within her stomach, it was much more intense then the first time.

She didn’t know if-

Her thoughts got cut of as she felt Lucy’s talented tongue ripple against her sensitive bud, she could almost scream at the sensation. Or maybe she was screaming, she didn’t know, she couldn’t see or hear anything anymore. A sensation that was both very familiar as it was completely strange washed over her. Her legs started spasming as she felt Lucy’s head still between her legs.

She pushed against Lucy’s head, making her sit up. Gently Lucy took the ‘blindfold’ off of her head. She blinked a couple of times and it took a second before her eyes were adjusted to the light. Then she was met with a beaming Lucy, proudly smiling at her.

Ona noticed her chin was glistening with wetness as she leaned in to kiss her, she turned her head reflexively.

‘’Baby?’’ Lucy said, only now running the back of her hand along her mouth, thinking Ona turned away out of shame, not realizing it was about the state of her face ‘’are you okay’’.

The Catalan nodded against the pillow, now completely turning her whole body, making her lay on her front.

Lucy gave her space to turn and started soothing her back, running her hand up and down the clammy skin.

She leaned down and tried to nestle her face close to Ona’s, giving her a kiss on her forehead ‘’are you feeling okay?’’ she softly asked, ‘’or was it too much?’’.

‘’hmmm’’ Ona hummed, she could speak, she was completely absorbed in a world of bliss.

Lucy smiled, ‘’did it feel good?’’ she tried, placing another few kisses to Ona’s face.

The Catalan chuckled as if she was drunk, holding her eyes closed ‘’so good’’.

Lucy tried to turn Ona around by her shoulder, ‘’good idea hm, using the blindfold? maybe something we will do more often?’’.

At this Ona seemed to wake back up, ‘’no’’ she said, opening her eyes ‘’if you did all that without the blindfold it would’ve been even better’’.

This made Lucy chuckle, ‘’I don’t know’’ she teased, ‘’I’ve never seen you this wet before’’ she gave Ona a real kiss now she was finally back on her back, ‘’and you’ve never squirted before either’’.

Ona frowned, ‘’I didn’t-’’ she didn’t finish her words as she looked at Lucy nodding with a smug smile.

Only now she felt the wetness she was laying in, she shifted closer to Lucy and groaned ‘’I ruined the bed’’ she groaned.

Lucy chuckled, ‘’well, it’s a good thing you have so many rooms then’’ ‘’let’s go for a shower and then I’ll take of the bedding to put in the laundry tomorrow’’.

‘’I love you’’ Ona said as she took Lucy’s hand and looked up to her with her dazed gaze.

The English woman chuckled at the sighed, Ona looked completely fucked out and now she was orgasm-drunk declaring her love for her. She guessed she could only take it as a compliment.

‘’I love you too baby’’ Lucy kissed the hand she held, ‘’do you feel ready for a shower or do you need some cuddles first’’.

The dreamy smile Ona gave her told her everything she needed to know.

An hour later – Ona’s house in Rome

After showering Ona had been thirsty, begging Lucy to come down with her for some sparkling water, after she had handed her a cup of water from the bathroom.

Of course she would go down with her, Lucy quickly put on a pair of underwear and a sports bra and hurried after Ona who was already walking down the stairs, dressed in just a robe.

Ona poured two glasses from the cooled bottle of sparkling water, the kitchen was only lit up by the light of the fridge. Lucy smiled as she saw the carton of strawberry’s when she was about to close the fridge, ‘’how would you feel about some strawberry’s?’’ she asked Ona.

Ona turned around with the bottle and reached besides Lucy to put it back in the door of the fridge, ‘’hmm, good’’ she kissed Lucy’s neck ‘’if you are feeding them to me’’.

‘’Well I think you deserved that’’ Lucy said as she turned around to grab Ona and prevented her from going anywhere.

‘’Luce’’ Ona rolled her eyes, ‘’I’m thirsty’’.

Lucy reached into the fridge and grabbed one strawberry to hold infront of Ona ‘’here’’.

After Ona took a bite, Lucy ate the rest and put the bit of green in the bin, shuffling Ona with her to get there.

‘’Okay can I be free now’’ Ona chuckled, feeling ridiculous.

‘’nuh-uh’’ Lucy kissed Ona’s neck, ‘’I want kisses’’ she grumbled in a teasing fake monster like voice, pretending to eat Ona in her neck.

Ona giggled at her silliness, trying to push her away.

Finaly Lucy stopped ‘’sshhhh’’ she laughed, ‘’don’t wake everyone up’’.

‘’Don’t worry!’’ a voice in the dark said, making Ona and Lucy jump, ‘’I am already awake, I am dying from a headache’’.

Ona and Lucy blinked for a moment, trying to make sense of what was happening. Lucy tried very hard to contain her laughter, Ona stomped on her foot and quickly closed her robe tighter.

‘’Advil?’’ Ona suggested, already turning around to get some.

Lucy got a glass and filled it with water, ‘’I hope you feel better Soph’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Soph nodded, ‘’how’s your headache Ona? What are you guys even doing here?’’.

‘’Uhm..’’

‘’I brought flat water’’ Lucy offered, ‘’she wanted sparkling’’.

Even though it was maybe one of the dumbest excuses ever, and Lucy felt like they had ‘post-sex’ written all over their foreheads, Sophia seemed to take it as a valid story, not even questioning the rest of the scene.

‘’Well’’ She yawned, ‘’thanks for the Advil, I will see you guys in the morning’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Ona and Lucy both nodded, trying to keep their composure.

When Sophia had left the room, they waited a few more minutes, before bursting out in laughter.

‘’I hope for your sake she forgets all she’s seen’’.

‘’Why’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’you’re not embarrassed of the kissy monster are you’’ again she put that voice on and walked back to Ona as if she was a pray, ‘’don’t make the kissy monster sad, it will need more kisses to cheer up again’’.

She dug her head back in Ona’s neck, capturing the laughing woman in her arms.

Next morning – garden, Ona’s house in Rome

‘’How’s your headache?’’ Lucy chuckled as Sophia came to join the table Ona and her had set.

Sophia shook her head, ‘’I can’t believe I drank that much, maybe I have caught the same thing as Ona’’.

‘’Yeahh’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’maybe’’ she shook her head and exchanged a grin with Ona.

‘’Well, I feel a bit better already’’ Ona lied, ‘’so I hope you do to soon’’.

‘’Mhm, this breakfast looks amazing, I’m sure that’ll help’’.

Lucy and Ona smiled at eachother again, happy the nightly events were not being discussed any further.

Paris – Ona’s apartment

They had been in Paris for a couple of days now. It had been busy days as they had needed to get a lot done in a few days. But everything had been completed successfully and tomorrow they would all be leaving. Sophia would return home for a couple of days and Lucy and Ona would go to Spain for her fathers birthday.

Ona had given Sophia the day off, as she thought the woman deserved it. Sophia had been happy about it, she had a store she wanted to visit for a particular bag she fancied to buy.

The Catalan business woman had a few calls to make in the morning, but Lucy and her had discussed to go explore Paris a little in the afternoon.

Lucy had get to know some fun spots, as she had explored the city when Soph and Ona where working. She was happy that building this apartment was in, also had a gym and a pool, but she liked a jog through the streets as well, she couldn’t handle being locked up inside for too long.

Well, she did want to stay inside a bit longer if it meant her and Ona could spend a little undisturbed alone time together.

Lucy knocked on the office door, it was one o’clock in the afternoon. She was sure Ona could at least use a break by now if she wasn’t done yet.

‘’Hi baby’’ Lucy said after Ona had said she could come in, ‘’I don’t want to disturb you, but I thought you might need a break’’ she carefully said.

Ona chuckled ‘’you’re too cute’’ she waved, ‘’come in, I’m not on a call, I just hung up the last one actually’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, so you’re free now?’’.

‘’Hmm’’ Ona looked at her laptop, ‘’I do need send one more email’’.

‘’Want to do that while sitting on my lap?’’ Lucy asked.

Ona looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

‘’What’’ Lucy said, holding her hands up in the air, ‘’I missed you, we finally have some alone time’’.

‘’Missed me’’ Ona chuckled, ‘’we haven’t been apart’’ she corrected herself ‘’well, besides when I was working’’.

Lucy’s brows furrowed, ‘’no’’ she said in disbelieve, ‘’I mean touching eachother’’.

‘’Ohh’’ Ona finally snapped out of her ‘working-mode’ brain and looked at Lucy with renewed interest ‘’oohhhh’’ she repeated herself.

Now it was Lucy’s time to chuckle, ‘’I don’t know if I need to be disappointed that it hasn’t been on your mind like it has been on mine, or that I should be surprised, because in Rome and London you couldn’t keep your hands off of me’’.

Ona nodded with eyes shut, ‘’to be honest, I haven’t had the time to think about it, with all the things we needed to do’’ she opened her eyes again, ‘’Sophia sleeping two rooms down ours’’ she said with a pained face.

‘’Yeah I figured that was the biggest reason’’ Lucy took place on the second desk chair, ‘’but I’m sorry to hear that your work has been taking so much toll on you, sorry I haven’t asked about it earlier’’.

‘’No’’ Ona shook her head, ‘’I already have Soph to talk about that with, I enjoy that we have other conversations’’.

Lucy smiled apologetically, ‘’do you have a lot of stress?’’.

Ona sighed, ‘’well, not really stress, as things are running great, just a lot to get done’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’but I’m not opposed for a stress reliever’’ she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Lucy rolled her chair closer to Ona, ‘’well, how about you send that email then’’ she kissed Ona’s cheek, ‘’then we can go do some exploring in Paris’’ she joked.

Ona chuckled as Lucy continued to nestle herself in her neck, but she opened her documents to start writing the email she needed to send.

Afternoon - Paris

Sophia has shopped for the things she wanted. When they had made plans this morning Lucy and Ona had said they were planning on eating out together, Sophia had offered to go to another restaurant on her own, giving them some space. She had really meant it at that time, but now she was even more happy to have made that decision. She was completely worn down, she was tired from their busy schedule, she had expected it to kick in when she was back home, maybe on plane even. But right now she was fighting the urge to fall asleep on the metro, and in a Parisian metro you didn’t want too sleep, way to gross, way to risky with pickpockets.

As she walked the last part of her way back to the apartment she thought about what she would be going to order for dinner. She opted to just get a simple pizza, or maybe she wouldn’t order anything and just go to bed. She would just decide based on how she felt after a bit of laying on the couch.

She opened the apartment door after her ride on the scary old French elevator and dropped her bags in the hallway, she’d deal with them later. She kicked of her boots and walked towards the couch.

After watching a bit of TV she was sure she heard something, so she paused what she was watching.

‘’Hi?’’ Soph called out, thinking Lucy and Ona might’ve come back.

She heard something, not coming from the front door, but from the office, maybe Ona was still working? ‘’Ona?’’.

Sophia chuckled ‘’are you still working’’.

-‘’yeah’’

‘’Still working on the proposal for mis-

-‘’that’s it’’.

‘’What?’’ Sophia was confused, ‘’I hadn’t even said who, ONA?’’.

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Paris - the same time, but on the other side of Ona’s bedroom door.

‘’Yeah’’ Ona moaned, she arched off the bed ‘’that’s it’’.

‘’ONA?’’

Shocked looked Lucy at Ona, who did not seem to hear anything, she quickly put her hand over Ona’s mouth.

‘’Quiet baby’’ Lucy whispered as she continued her thrusts, ‘’if you keep quiet, I’ll keep going’’.

The couple of days that they hadn’t been intimate had surely been made up for. They had probably lost track of time, Lucy glanced at the clock, damn it was already after 5 o’clock.

‘’Soph is already back home’’ Lucy whispered, receiving nothing but a whimper from Ona.

Ona was truly and well fucked out, to far gone after her 6 orgasms to even realize she should care. She didn’t, she wanted more from Lucy, she needed her to not stop.

She wrapped her legs around Lucy as her orgasm took over, her moans covered by Lucy’s warm palm.

“Where are you then?” Sophia called out, apparently having gone into the office.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy whispered, ‘’let me go yeah? I need to prevent her from searching for you and finding this’’ she chuckled.

Ona looked at her with a dazed smile.

Carefully Lucy unwrapped the legs and stood up, quickly she took of the harness and-

‘’-are you in the bedroom Ona? Are you allright?’’.

‘’Yeah she’s allright’’ Lucy hurried to say, ‘’uhm, difficult phone call’’ she slapped herself against the head, what the actual fuck, she really needed to work on her excuses.

‘’-mkay’’.

Quickly she redid her hair in a bun and jumped into her clothes. She took a few breaths and stepped out of the room. Sophia was already walking back to the living room. ‘’hey, hadn’t expected you, uhm- not that we, i-‘’ she cleared her throat ‘’quick freshen up before dinner?’’.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’no I was actually way too tired for dinner so I decided to eat here, order something’’ she looked at Lucy, ‘’ohhhh, I interrupted you two, didn’t i?’’.

‘’Uhm’’ Lucy scratched her neck as she was leaning against a wall ‘’i-

Sophia shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I can’t believe I just had a conversation with my boss while she was getting it’’ she waved her hand towards Lucy, ‘’just go, don’t mind me’’ she shook her head with disbelieve, ‘’I took everything into reconsideration and I think I should use the opportunity for one more dinner in Paris’’.

Lucy smiled awkwardly at her, ‘’sorry’’ she said, grateful she would leave for a bit longer.

Sophia chuckled, ‘’it’s allright, I saw nothing’’ she shook her head again, ‘’Jesus’’ she chuckled as she walked to the door to put her shoes back on, ‘’next time put a sock on the door’’ she joked before leaving.

The English woman blushed furiously, this was awful, how could they’ve lost track of time so bad. She thought back about Ona and quickly rushed back to the bedroom.

She found a dozed off Ona.

Gently she took place on the bed, ‘’hey’’ she whispered, ‘’are you there?’’ she planted a kiss on Ona’s temple, deserving her a smile.

Lucy chuckled, every time she was once again amazed with the effect she had on her girlfriend.

‘’I love you’’ Ona hummed.

Lucy smiled and shifted, taking a better place on the bed so she could hold Ona.

Paris - Ona’s apartment.

Lucy had ran Ona a bath and was now sitting in it with her. Ona seemed to have regained her conscience, though she was still clinging on to Lucy as if it was her last resort. Lucy loved how clingy Ona could get after they’d slept together, she loved to pamper her little princess.

‘’And then you said what’’ Ona chuckled.

‘’babee’’ Lucy whined, having told the story two times already, ‘’I said difficult phone call’’ she laughed, more from embarrassment then because it was funny. Maybe she could laugh about it with Ona some day. For now it was fucking embarrassing.

Ona nestled herself further against Lucy’s chest, ‘’hmm, I love you, but you’re the worst at excuses’’.

‘’I knowww’’ Lucy said, looking at the ceiling, then a grin came on her face ‘’you weren’t much help either by the way´´ she teased, poking Ona gently.

´´Hey!´´ Ona pouted, ´´and who´s fault was that?’’.

Lucy smiled, ‘’hmm, I’m not sure because you did ask for it’’.

‘’Both our faults then’’ Ona offered.

Lucy kissed the top of her head, ‘’both our faults’’.

‘’Should we give her compensation or something?’’ Ona asked, thinking about how unprofessional this whole thing was.

Lucy nodded, ‘’maybe..’’ she said ‘’I don’t know how those things work, maybe she will report you to HR’’ she joked.

‘’Luce’’ Ona pushed against Lucy’s stomach.

‘’Ouch’’ Lucy grabbed her hand, ‘’okay, yes, I think you should maybe at least offer her’’.

‘’She’ll say no’’ Ona said ‘’she never wants a bonus’’.

‘’Maybe she’s being polite’’ Lucy shrugged, ‘’I bet she wouldn’t mind receiving it’’.

‘’Hmm, I’ll offer it to her tomorrow, if she says no I’ll maybe give it to her anyways’’ Ona said.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy said, wrapping her arms around the Catalan, ‘’it’s getting cold, shall we get out?’’.

‘’Mhm’’.

‘’Do you have that too’’ Ona asked Lucy while they were stood drying off.

‘’Hm? What’’ Lucy said, turning around to face her.

‘’Declining things out of politeness’’ Ona explained, ‘’because I don’t think it’s rude when you accept a gift of mine at all’’ she smiled at Lucy.

Lucy shook her head, ‘’I do accept your gifts, right?’’, ‘’I just don’t want extremely big gifts’’.

Ona nodded ‘’well, just so you know, I’m dying to be your sugar mama’’ she teased.

The English woman shook her head with a laugh, ‘’see and I don’t want that dynamic, what were you thinking about offering Sophia then anyways?’’.

‘’A hundred’’

‘’euros?’’ Lucy laughed.

Ona nodded ‘’a hundred thousand euros, is that to little?’’.

Lucy happy smile quickly faded into one of disbelieve, ‘’babe’’.

‘’What?’’ Ona looked at her sincerely, ‘’to much?’’ she tried.

‘’Half of that would be so much already Ona’’ Lucy said with honesty, ‘’I bet if you were to make Soph say an amount she wouldn’t even cross thousand’’ she looked at Ona ‘’and then I mean one-zero-zero-zero’’.

Ona smiled at her, ‘’maybe I do need a bit of grounding hm?’’ she said, partly to herself, and a little bit because she understood her world was so strange to Lucy.

Paris – Ona’s apartment

The tree of them ate breakfast together, today they will all leave Paris, Sophia this morning, taking a flight to England. Lucy and Ona this afternoon, being flown back to Spain with the private jet.

Ona gets a call and left the table to take it in her office, not wanting to disturb the conversation Lucy and Sophia were having.

It was a call from her dad, telling her that her niece, Maria, graduated as a realtor. Maria had high grades and had done internships at some good companies, Ona knew it, she had asked the girl a while back to send her some of her portfolios. She expected Maria to contact her herself eventually, but apparently her dad had offered, or maybe Maria had been to shy to actually call herself.

Either way, Maria wanted to work for Ona’s company now that she had graduated. Ona liked the idea, she was a hard working girl, so she discussed it with Sophia.

She didn’t want to send her niece off to one of the offices, hiding the talented girl behind a desk. No, she could use this as an opportunity.

‘’Hey I am heading to the airport soon’’ Sophia said as she came by the office with her suitcase, ‘’was it an urgent call?’’ she asked Ona.

Ona smiled, ‘’no my dad, do have a minute left? I want to discuss something about what he said’’.

‘’Of course, cab’s here in 25 minutes’’ Sophia said, now stepping inside the office.

The Catalan business woman proposed Sophia the idea of her going to Amsterdam with the girl, alone. Her planned schedule was actually going back to Amsterdam after the two months of Rome, but Ona figured, that if Sophia took Maria under her wing, train her in Rome. She could go alone to the Netherlands with the girl, giving her more time in Rome. That that would be time alone with Lucy was maybe a big factor in her idea, but she also liked to give Sophia and Maria an opportunity to grow. Her plan for Soph had always been to let her grow within her company, eventually wanting her to train another PA. Sophia had taken the job with that intention, but she had often said she didn’t care anymore, that she liked being Ona’s right hand. But Ona still wanted to give the woman what she deserved when the time was right.

‘’You don’t have to say yes immediately Soph’’ Ona reassured, ‘’we’ll see in Rome how well she takes things up’’.

‘’Well if she has at least a shred of the same DNA as you, I think we’ll be fine’’ Soph laughed, already having agreed with Ona as soon as the proposal had left her mouth, ‘’and you’ll have more time to spend with Lucy’’ she shook her head with a laugh, ‘’I’m not trying to overhear-

-Soph!’’ Ona exclaimed, not able to hear her actually say the words out loud ‘’I am so so sorry for that’’ she offered apologetically, ‘’I actually wanted to talk to you about some sort of financial compensation for that, and from now on I’ll make sure you’ll have separate accommodation’’ Ona shook her head, cringing thinking back at the event ‘’I knew I was being unprofessional for always just making you stay in my house, i-‘’

‘’Ona’’ Sophia chuckled ‘’it’s all okay, I don’t need to be compensated, I have always, and still do, felt a very professional relationship’’ she put her hand on the shorter woman’s shoulder ‘’I am really happy you’re in love, maybe even a little jealous, but I am okay Ona’’ she chuckled, ‘’but from now on I would like separate housing’’.

‘’I will give it to you anyways’’ Ona blushed, ‘’but thank you for your professionalism regarding this subject’’.

‘’Hey now!’’ Soph chuckled, ‘’we’re not back to scratch now, are we?’’ ‘’I felt like we we’re becoming like friends even’’.

Ona smiled, ‘’I see you as my friend Soph, and this Amsterdam opportunity will be the first step towards your promotion by the way, you’ll be teaching Maria the ropes’’.

Sophia smiled, ‘’thank you Ona, I really appreciate you as a boss’’.

Ona chuckled, ‘’good, now enjoy your days off in England, I will see you back in Italy’’.

‘’Mhm’’ Sophia smiled, ‘’I’m going to say bye to Lucy really quick and then I’m off’’.

‘’Have a safe travel!’’ Ona called after Sophia as she left her office.

The visit in Spain had been amazing. In Paris, Lucy had done her best with buying some nice clothes, with her own money, to make a good impression. Ona had assured her that her family didn’t care, but in the end she loved seeing Lucy being more comfortable but first and foremost looking very good, in her new clothes.

Her family, to no surprise, had absolutely loved Lucy. Her mom and dad welcomed her into the family as if she was already family. Even secretly whispering Lucy was their favorite partner of Ona’s she had brought home, when they saw her dancing around with the nieces and nephews.

Ona’s house in Rome

Now they were back in Rome, with the four of them this time. Sophia quickly had gotten along with Maria and this gave Ona a lot of time to get her own work done.

Lucy on the other hand, had already searched online for job applications as a gym instructor. The second day they were back in Rome, she had the interview and the third day she started working there.

Ona admired her for her work ethic and she wasn’t surprised Lucy was getting hired as soon as applied somewhere.

But it didn’t take long before Lucy started to get a bit grumpy.

Ona let her be, figuring she just needed some time, but eventually she asked what was wrong.

Then the tears had started flowing, Lucy hated working at a gym below a boss that told her she wasn’t working right. She didn’t like that she couldn’t give her own spin to classes. There had been a complaint about her being too pushy. She had worked there fine for one week, but this week she had dreaded going every day.

It made Ona sad to see her girlfriend like this, she knew how much fitness meant for Lucy. She admired the gym Lucy had set up in London and thought she was the best personal trainer anyone could ever have.

Lucy had cried that she couldn’t just be a personal trainer again, she had to start at being a gym instructor before they would give her more serious clients.

This made Ona mad, who was that stupid boss to decide what Lucy could and could not do.

‘’What if I buy a gym’’ Ona offered, ‘’I wont give it to you, as you don’t want that, but I can hire you in it?’’.

Lucy wiped her tears away, she was desperate to work, but she didn’t want to work like this.

Ona put her hand on Lucy’s back, soothing her.

‘’You know’’ she started as it stayed quiet for a while ‘’Bronze Fitness Forge is such a good name, it begs to be a chain’’.

A chuckle sounded from Lucy, who had buried her head between her knees.

‘’Did you come up with it?’’ Ona asked, laying a kiss on Lucy’s shoulder.

‘’Mhm’’ Lucy murmured, ‘’yeah, I thought it’d be funny’’.

‘’It is’’ Ona smiled, ‘’what if you opened one in a few big cities, the cities where we travel too, so you can work in a place that shares your norms and values’’.

‘’hmm’’ Lucy hummed, ‘’I would want that but I can’t’’ she broke out in a sob again.

Ona continued rubbing her back, ‘’heyyy’’ ‘’it’s okay, Luce’’ ‘’I love you’’.

After a while of thinking Ona spoke again, ‘’I want- no wait’’ she tried again, ‘’to me, it would be the perfect solution to buy you a place for a gym and then I’ll just pay you a salary for working there, you can name it whatever.. you don’t have link it to your own gym in London’’.

‘’Luna’’ Lucy said, finally picking her head up, she turned to Ona, ‘’it should be called Luna’’.

Ona chuckled at the enthusiasm ‘’like the moon?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’Lu-cy and O-na’’ she explained.

‘’Aww’’ Ona smiled at her girlfriend, ‘’that’s so cute baby’’ she was happy Lucy would let her do this for her.

Ona eventually bought a gym that was bankrupt, so the equipment was already there. Lucy didn’t really like the equipment as most of it was pretty old, but she didn’t say anything about that as she was already for ever grateful for this opportunity.

She couldn’t yet take clients on this stay in Rome, but she now made herself useful by fixing up the gym and went hunting for good staff Ona could hire. She was setting this business up like she had done with hers back in London, only she now had not herself as boss, but Ona.

Ona was the sweetest, she listened to Lucy’s plans, tried to contribute with ideas and always told Lucy she could just do what she thought best, but that she didn’t need to worry about if the investment was going to be earned back with this gym, because she didn’t mind if it didn’t.

Still Lucy tried to keep everything on a budget, she wanted it look good and clean, but in her opinion it was better to gradually upgrade as soon as she actually had paying costumers.

Everything was going perfect until that day.

Ona and Lucy were cooking together and sipping wine in the kitchen. The Catalan had set her laptop open with a recipe they were following, Lucy reading off the steps, making sure their authentic Italian pasta was really becoming an authentic Italian pasta. When a email notification popped up.

´´Who is Marc Sanchez? He’s emailing you about some holding and 22 million, Jesus babe, who bought a 22 million building’’ Lucy chuckled, ‘’why does it sound familiar BANO Property Holdings?’’.

Ona turned white and dropped the spoon she was stirring with, ‘’uh.. my accountant, Marc is my accountant’’ Ona said, trying to not sounds guilty.

Lucy was still chuckling, ‘’Is he scolding you for buying something worth 22 million?’’.

‘’Probably’’ Ona said, figuring it was not a lie as she didn’t know for sure if Marc would be mad, but she did expected it.

‘’Can I click on it?’’ Lucy asked, ‘’I’m curious, I swear I’ve heard of that holding, is it yours?’’.

Ona turned around from the stove, now facing Lucy ‘’no, Lucy, it’s probably best if you don’t look’’.

Lucy frowned, something felt off, Ona looked to be a bit off too, sad maybe even.

‘’What is it?’’ Lucy asked, reaching out for Ona’s hand ‘’are you bankrupt?’’ she tried to joke.

This made Ona chuckle, much to Lucy’s relief, she liked the way they were happy together.

‘’I did something stupid a while back’’ Ona sighed at the ground, not able to look Lucy in her eyes, ‘’I think if you will read that email you will be very mad at me’’.

Lucy frowned, ‘’why? I love you, I don’t care if we will be poor’’.

‘’No I know that’’ Ona shook her head, disappointed at herself ‘’but you didn’t want me to try and make you rich’’.

Lucy narrowed her eyes, the gears in her head were turning as she tried to decode what Ona was implying here. ´´BANO Property Holdings…´´ she slowly repeated, ´´what have you done Ona?’’.

Ona shook her head and turned the stove off, ‘’I can’t say it Luce, sorry’’ she walked to Lucy and wrapped herself around the taller woman.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy said sternly, ‘’this isn’t what I think it is, right?’’.

The Catalan started sobbing against Lucy’s chest, ‘’sorry luce, sorry, I’m so sorry’’ she pleaded.

‘’Ona’’ Lucy sighed and pulled Ona off of her, ‘’how much would a building in London cost, specifically the building I rent my gym in and more specifically the building that changed owners a while back’’.

Ona was still unable to look at the taller woman, with a fragile voice she answered ‘’22 million’’.

‘’Fuck Ona!’’ Lucy called out and threw her arms in the air as she walked away, ‘’the only fucking business I did build up myself and you were trying to take that from me too’’.

‘’I don’t-‘’

‘’It wasn’t necessary, I don’t want to be owned by you, what if we break up, then I’m back at zero’’.

‘’I would never’’

‘’behind my back’’ Lucy stared out of the window, ‘’you went behind my back to buy the building’’

‘’i-‘’

‘’why?!’’ Lucy shook her head, ‘’I don’t get you, is it some sick powerplay or something? Does it give you a thrill, helping the poor’’.

‘’No’’ Ona cried even harder, ‘’Lucy I love you, I just wanted to help you’’ the Spaniard walked over to Lucy and tried to take her hand.

‘’I can’t Ona’’ Lucy sighed, dodging Ona’s attempt to get closer ‘’I need a minute’’.

With that Lucy disappeared in to the yard.

A million thought ran through Ona’s head, she knew it was going to come out someday, she had hoped on a more easy way. Maybe even Lucy accepting that she’d done it, that it could be an anniversary present to her or something. She didn’t get that Lucy was so worried about the fact Ona tried to help her, she just wanted to make Lucy rich like her, she deserved it. Why did Lucy think it was such a bad thing if she helped. Ona understood Lucy was mad because she had done something without telling her, but was it really that bad.

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Fucking hell, Lucy ran outside completely frustrated. Why did Ona have to interfere with her life so much. She knew she should be dating a freaking gazillionaire, she could never be on the same level. She didn’t want to be a good cause to the woman. She felt pathetic that she rented a place her girlfriend bought within weeks of dating without a second thought, 22 fucking million pounds, how could she be in a relationship with someone who got a semi-angry email months after spending such an absurd amount of money.

How could she see a future with this woman, what if she was ever to propose. Ona would surely laugh at the ring she could afford and what about the party and the holiday after, it would come down to Ona paying everything, how could she live with that.

Lucy looked around as she wandered around in Ona’s garden, or well, you would probably call it an estate. She sighed, see this was exactly what this was about. Ona was such an elegant woman coming from an amazing rich and decently behaved family. She was just a woman who liked sports, met the right people and worked hard to be able to start something up in London, her family was from the north. God she cringed at the idea of her family meeting Ona’s, they were… not elegant. Ona’s family would probably think she was dating a disgrace of a woman.

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Ona opened the email on her laptop, it was indeed an email from Marc, asking why she had invested in a building that barely brought anything up, calling it a bad investment, asking for the reason why she put it on the holding. Pleading Ona wasn’t starting to build a portfolio in B-tier buildings as a side income.

The business woman shook her head and downed her glass of wine, the she downed Lucy’s.

She closed her laptop, she would call the man later, it was probably best to not answer while she was feeling all these emotions.

Ona leaned on the counter on her elbows for a long time, she didn’t feel anything anymore, she just wanted everything to be back like it had been a few hours ago. She stared out of the window, hoping to see Lucy come back.

It was starting to get dark now, Ona believed Lucy had been gone for about two hours. She was starting to get worried, well maybe not really, as Lucy was probably just walking around on the gated land she owned, but she did need to see her again. She felt the urge to kneel for her, beg for forgiveness, tell her she’ll do everything and anything she wanted right now and that having secrets was stupid, that Lucy was right about that.

She put the sandals on that were stood by the door and walked outside. She probably looked like a mess, she’d been crying for a while, she could even feel a headache coming up.

After scavenging through the greenery for a good amount of time she neared the house that the two women lived in, the women who took care of her place when she was gone. She could hear their laughter and another wave of sadness washed over her, would Lucy ever forgive her, could she have a life like they have. She admired the couple, they seemed to be very happy with their life, Ona had get to know them through her company, a friend had recommended Ona and asked her if she could help them as a friend's favor, pro bono. They had wanted to buy a place with a lot of green, only their budget wasn’t that big. They became friends during the search for a good house and then Ona had come up with the idea, she gave them the house in that stood empty on her land, proposing to them to renovate it with their budget and they took care of the house, with a salary of course.

‘’I think it says enough that you think about wedding’’ Ona heard an Italian voice speaking English.

She squinted and saw 3 women sitting on a rocking bench infront of the house, did they have a visitor?

‘’Yeah but I just can’t get over the fact that I’ll never be on her level’’ She recognized Lucy’s voice, Lucy? Was lucy talking to them? ‘’every time she gives me something or buys things I could never afford I just feel so small’’.

‘’Yeah but that is then problem for you, no?’’ the other woman said, ‘’you feel small, but that is in your head, not because she buy things, it is maybe her only way she knows how to show love?’’.

‘’No’’ Lucy sighed, ‘’she’s also sweet and kind’’ she sighed again, ‘’and so amazingly beautiful, she shows love by telling me sweet things and doing stuff together too, I just, I can’t believe she would pick someone like me’’.

The women chuckled and said something to eachother in Italian.

‘’What?’’ Lucy said, now sobbing ‘’it is not funny, maybe you are right, that my stupid ego is in the way, but that would only confirm my point about her being crazy for picking someone like me’’.

Tears formed in the corners of Ona’s eyes, ‘’Luce!’’ she said, walking closer to the women that had their back towards her, ‘’you’re perfect’’.

The tree women turned around.

‘’I- i- ‘’ Lucy stood up and didn’t knew what to do with herself, ‘’how long have you been standing there?’’.

‘’Just now’’ Ona said honestly, ‘’I heard you say you were not on my level, I just couldn’t say anything because it broke my heart, sorry, I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, i-’’.

One of the Italian women chuckled, ‘’I will fill you in no worry-’’.

Lucy send her a shocked look, ‘’no I-‘’.

‘’-she wants to marry with you’’ the woman said with heavily accented English, but Ona understood loud and clear.

A twinkle appeared in her eyes as she looked at Lucy, but she kept her excitement contained. Lucy looked at the ground, making her question if it was really true. ‘’Luce?’’.

Lucy looked up with a blush, she felt so incredibly ashamed and she also held a teeny tiny bit of grudge about the whole building situation, but most of all she was so indescribable in love with the Catalan.

‘’We will have you alone, for talk’’ the other woman said, pulling her wife along. The wife seemed not to happy about that decision, wanting to know what would be said next, but she obeyed and they disappeared inside.

‘’walk?’’ Ona tried, knowing Lucy loved to move and that it made things clearer in her head.

Lucy nodded.

‘’Can I say something first?’’ Ona asked, ‘’knowing she had been hugely in the wrong with her actions’’.

‘’mhm’’ Lucy said, now standing infront of Ona.

‘’I’m so so sorry’’ Ona said, ‘’you don’t have to accept my apologies’’ she took Lucy’s hand ‘’but you were right about the secret thing, I should’ve never done that, it doesn’t matter what my intentions were, I should’ve honored your wishes, the fact that I didn’t feel that I could tell you was enough of a sign that I knew deep down that it was not the right thing to do’’.

Ona looked at the hand she was holding, Lucy had accepted it, she hadn’t let it go… did that mean it was okay, that she’d be forgiven for this some day?

Lucy brought the hand up to her mouth, ‘’I love you’’ she said, before planting a kiss on it ‘’but if I’m feeling it correct there are two Italians staring out the window right now, so we should probably start walking’’.

Ona chuckled as she looked over Lucy’s shoulder and, indeed, started right at two women. They quickly pretended to be doing something, making her chuckle even more.

‘’yeah let’s walk’’.

They had gone to bed probably 4 o’clock in the morning, spending hours talking about their true feelings.

Lucy had opened up completely about all her insecurities, even confessing her mind sometimes even wondered off to a future where they would be married.

Ona had promised to never keep anything from Lucy anymore, she had told Lucy that she was going to put all the gym buildings on ‘BANO Property Holdings’ and write it over to Lucy’s name, for her to be the owner, declaring that she should never be afraid Ona was going to break up with her, but if that were to happen ‘’or’’ she said ‘’maybe I’ll die unexpectedly and then I’ll die happy because I’ll know you’ll be taken care off’’.

Lucy hadn’t liked her talking about her supposed dead, but she had accepted it, joking that Ona should put up a line in the contract about cheating.

The Spaniard had laughed, but had thought about it a second longer and thought it wasn’t a good idea, ‘’that would mean I still had power over you, I want your commitment and monogamy because you love me, not because you’d lose money if you didn’t’’.

This made Lucy tear up, she didn’t know how she deserved the perfect woman, but she was happy she was the one who get to be with her.

...

One year later – Paris

@ Lucy Bronze: fuck Soph

@ Lucy Bronze: I forgot the ring and im at that dinner rn

@ Sophia: 😂 😂

@ Sophia: allright where did you keep it, should I get it for you?

@ Lucy Bronze: please

@ Lucy Bronze: youre a life safer

@ Lucy Bronze: it’s in the apartment, in my suitcase, in a smaller bag where my gym shoes are in

@ Sophia: u sure the apartment is clear 😂

@ Lucy Bronze: yes 🙄