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vngelicc · 1 year ago

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𓆩♡𓆪 “i heard from a friend of a friend, that that dick was a ten out of ten” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — threesomes, sexual objectification, yg and jk are both high, dom-sub undertones, petplay(?) yg just calls oc puppy and makes her crawl, dumbification, protected sex, pussy eating, blowjobs, reader’s in for it LMAO, cum-eating(?), it gets soft i swear

“You remember I told you about Yoongi, right baby?” Jungkook wraps his arm around your waist and gently guides you out of the car, “ ‘s not gonna take long, we’ll be in and out. I just need to pick something up.” He closes the door and tugs you with him with a hand on your ass.

You sleepily look around the parking lot mumbling about how pretty the apartments looked. “Yoongi is the one you said sells you weed?” You softly reply as you follow him into the building, “But I thought you said weed makes you dumb, ‘s why you don’t let me get you any from Jooheon.” You pout.

Jungkook presses a kiss to your forehead, “Jooheon’s a idiot and I don’t want you near him. At least Yoongi actually sells shit worth buying.” He presses the button to the elevator, “You’ll like him baby, he’s a good friend of mine. Plus his roommate has a dog too.”

You step into the elevator with a angry little pout, “You said we would be in and out, does that mean I can’t play with the doggy?” You huff, you’re no stranger to Jungkook taking you out so late to do god knows what, but you really hope he isn’t making this a short trip because then it means you got all dressed up for nothing. :(

Jungkook kisses the pout off your face, “Don’t give me that fuckin’ pout, I’ll take you out after this. You think I’m gonna let your cute ass go to waste?” He teases softly as he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze.

Well, he does have a point. You ARE dressed pretty cute tonight, you had chosen to wear this pretty jean miniskirt along with your new pink tube top that had little rhinestones all over! You find yourself smiling brightly at Jungkook, “Can we go get fried chicken at that one karaoke place?”

Both of you reach Yoongi’s floor, his roommate Hoseok(?) invites the two of you in and he heads off into his room talking about needing some sleep. You coo quietly at the small dog sleeping by the TV stand all curled up into a tiny fluff ball. “He’s so cuteeee.” You whine as you bend over to get a better look at the dog.

Jungkook chuckles quietly and leaves you be, “Yoongi! Get your ass out here!” he says, disappearing down the dark hall in search of said man.

You’re left all alone in the dimly lit living room with the puppy. You’re too busy cooing over it to notice Yoongi come out from the room opposite of the hallway Jungkook went into. “So you’re the one Jungkook talks about.” Yoongi’s eyes rack down your form until they land right on your ass where your skirt rides up just a tiny bit, “Guess he wasn’t lying afterall.”

You jump a little at the new voice and turn around to look at Yoongi with puppy eyes, “You scared me!” You hold a hand over your chest, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, you look like a creep.”

Yoongi snorts, “My bad sweetheart,” he holds his arms up in surrender as he licks his lips, “didn’t know it was a crime to walk in my own house.” He shakes his head and walks to the kitchen connected to the living room, “Where’d your ‘Jungkookie’ go hm? Think you can be a good girl and use that little brain of yours?”

“He went to look for you down the other hall!” You smile cheerfully and stand up a bit straighter. He eyes you silently and you make a confused noise, following his gaze down only to see he’s staring at your chest where a tiny bit of boob pops out. “Oh. Sorry,” you softly huff and mutter about your ‘stupid top’ as you fix your tits.

Yoongi nods, “Nah, nah… you’re absolutely fine..” He trails off and sips his water. Jungkook comes barreling in a few moments later and Yoongi perks up, “Oh there you are, I was just asking about you to your girl.” He clears his throat.

Jungkook rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, “Yeah, yeah dickhead I was looking all over for you. Got my ass yelled at by Hoseok cause I was making too much noise supposedly. You got what I need or what?” He grunts, pulling you to his side.

Yoongi nods, “I just rolled one a couple minutes ago, why don’t we smoke that one first, on the house Kook you know hyung rolls the fattest blunts.” He smirks, “On the house.”

Jungkook raises a brow and looks over at you, you’re obviously lost in your own world as you coo at the now awake puppy which is hiding at your feet. “Fine, but y/n’s not smoking, got it. So don’t even fuckin offer any cause I know your ass.”

Yoongi grins, “Pinky promise.” Jungkook doesn’t miss the wink he shoots you.. Oh, so now Yoongi likes to share his blunts all of a sudden? Generous.

They get situated on the leather couch together as Yoongi lights the blunt up, taking a long drag from it and passing it off to Jungkook. You mostly ignore the two, opting to sit out with the puppy playing around and cooing at it. Yoongi watches you with darkened eyes sitting back in his seat and enjoying the sight of you looking so pretty on your knees.

“I can see you staring bitch,” Jungkook grunts and hands off the blunt back to Yoongi, “you’re not being so fucking subtle like you think you are.” He narrows his eyes.

Yoongi shrugs, all to calm for someone who just got called out, “I know a pretty ass when I see one, I’m only a man after all, sue me. Don’t worry, I won’t go near your precious y/n.”

Jungkook looks over at you, you’re sitting so pretty and clueless at the same time. He looks back at Yoongi who’s intently watching him with those cold calculated eyes which hold something akin to mischief in them. It suddenly dawns on him he’s more interested than he initially thought he was. Jungkook has a vision (which is partly owed to the weed taking over his senses and clouding his mind) and something in him wants to see just how perfect you go with Yoongi..

His beloved Yoongi hyung whose reputation was built far more worse than his own was. His hyung that fucked a plethora of women who all had one thing in common–their shared love for his tongue and fingers which apparently they referred to as heavenly and mind blowing.

“... How bad would you say that you want y/n, and none of that what are you talking about shit. I see the way you’re looking…shameless bastard.” Jungkook smirks as he takes a long hit.

Yoongi slowly tilts his head to look at you as he licks his lips, “Does little Kookie wanna watch hyung fuck his girlfriend into another universe? Is that what you like Kook, watching someone else ruin that pretty thing over there?” He grins, eyes half lidded with desire. Jungkook shivers, he’s possessive sure but something about getting to see you get wrecked right in front of him does things to him.

“You know my answer to that.” He pokes his tongue against his cheek and smirks in return.

The two carry on in silence passing the blunt back and forth. You on the other hand sit there in utter shock, frozen in your spot after hearing all those things Jungkook and Yoongi were saying about you. Yoongi gives you butterflies in your tummy, the good kind too, and hearing them talk about you like you’re not even there makes it ten times more appealing.

You slowly turn around to look at the two sitting across from you. Yoongi catches your gaze and stares right back at you with a promising grin. It has you feeling a second heartbeat down there between your thighs as you shift around and rub them together. Yoongi hands off the blunt to Jungkook and curls his finger at you in a ‘come here’ motion.

As you go to get up Yoongi stops you, “Ah, ah,” he grins evilly, “on all fours sweetheart, wanna see you crawl like a cute puppy.”

You flush under his words and slowly lower yourself back down, crawling towards Yoongi with a sway of your hips. Jungkook’s own eyes are dark and half-lidded, he watches you with close eyes and mutters something about how hot you look on all fours like that.

“There you go sweetheart, guess your little brain does work for something after all.” Yoongi pats his knee, “Right here baby, right where you belong.” The insinuation itself has your pussy creaming, clit throbbing from arousal and neglect. You’re not too sure you can survive this.

“Let’s get this flimsy thing off.” Yoongi pulls you in even closer once you’re on his lap, his (veiny) hands slithering down to your miniskirt as he begins to unbutton it for you. “Up you go,” he slaps your ass, “yeah, just like that baby, I think your Jungkookie likes what he sees.” He motions over to Jungkook.

You turn around to face Jungkook with puppy eyes, pouting even more when you see his tattooed hand rubbing over his growing erection sitting so sinfully in his sweats. He nods at you with a grin, “Be good for hyung baby, show him how much of a good girl you are.” With that in mind you turn back to Yoongi.

Yoongi hisses under his breath when he comes face to face with your lacy panties, chubby little pussy hugged so perfectly by the flimsy material with an obvious wet patch over the center. “Do a little spin for me sweetheart, nice and slow for me.” He licks his lips sitting back and staring up at you.

You shyly do a spin, making sure not to go too fast since you’ve done this countless times for Jungkook. Yoongi’s hands come up to stop you mid-twirl, holding you still in front of him as he runs his hands over your baby-soft skin, gently cupping your asscheeks and bouncing them in place.

“Shit.” He growls, “So fuckin’ pretty.” He suddenly pulls back to smack your ass harshly, watching it bounce in place as a hand print slowly starts appearing. You yelp softly and chew on your bottom lip, this isn’t fun at all if he’s only looking :( you want him to make you feel good too!

“I bet you’re even prettier over here.” He whispers huskily and gently presses two fingers right up against your cunt, rubbing over the wet patch as he presses in to emphasize his words.

You mewl softly and give him the best puppy eyes you can muster, “You’re being really mean right now. ‘S not fun at all!” You huff angrily.

Yoongi smacks your ass hard, “You’ll take what I give you sweetheart, no need to get fucking mouthy with me. Your greedy little pussy is practically beggin’ for it at this point, look at you,” he laughs which adds further to your embarrassment, “you want me here?” He presses right up against your swollen clit which lies hidden away in those damned panties. “Puppy forgot how to speak?”

“N-No, ‘s just–”

“Just what sweetheart?” He quickly interrupts and forces another whine out of your throat. “C’mon, I don’t have all night to sit here and wait until you decide to use your little brain to figure out what you want.”

Yoongi is cruel with the way he pinches your clit while he nonchalantly talks to you still expecting for you to be able to reply to him. Your lip wobbles and you begin whining again with small hiccups, “Y-You’re being mean..! I don’t want your stupid fingers anymore, you’re not even doing anything and it’s not fair.”

“Not fair puppy? How, if you can’t tell me what you need? Are you that dumb you can’t even figure out your own needs? Has Jungkook fucked you stupid babydoll?” Yoongi pulls you back into his lap as he circles his arms over your waist and holds you still against him, “Hm?”

“ ‘s not true, I know that I want your fingers.” You huff cutely and lick your lips, “And if you won’t do something about it then I’m going to Jungkook, he’ll do something.” You glare.

Jungkook makes a noise since he’s addressed for the first time since this has started. “My patience is running thin Yoongi, if you won’t I will and you’ll single handedly ruin your only chance to get your hands on my baby.” He smirks.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and lays you back on the couch, “Brats, the lot of you.” He slides your panties down your soft thighs and tosses them in Jungkook’s direction, “Get yourself off with those loser.” He grunts and lays his eyes over your glistening pussy.

Your breath hitches in excitement and you let your thighs fall open for the older, biting your lip in anticipation. “Actually I got a better idea.” Jungkook muses as he rises off the couch and slowly walks over, “from what I remember…puppies don’t speak.” He grins.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook and then trails his gaze down to you, “You’re right.”

Soft moans and garbled little cries are punched out of your throat with every thrust Yoongi sends your way. His cock punches in deep and strikes a spot inside that has your thighs shaking and pussy leaking. His thighs smack into your over and over again, he practically has you hanging off his cock bent over at a perfect angle with your ass up high.

Yoongi grips your hips tightly and occasionally digs his fingernails into your soft skin, leaving behind marks from his aggression. He releases a series of pleasured grunts and tiny sighs as your pussy tries to milk him of all he’s worth. “Loosen up for me will you sweetheart? Gonna give it to you just the way you need.” He moans.

You’re trying not to tighten up around him but it’s a little difficult with your mouth preoccupied with Jungkook’s cock. You’re trying not to choke up around him but Yoongi keeps catching you off guard with his punishing pace. The pleasure clouds your senses, making it a bit harder to focus on Jungkook.

“C’mon baby, you can do better than that.” Jungkook grunts as he guides you up and down his cock, watching as you slobber all over him and leave behind a mess.

You whimper loudly and squirm around, your jaw aches pleasantly from the stretch but you don’t find it in you to care much. Not when Jungkook’s cock settles just nicely over your tongue, you easily catch him off guard when you suckle around him and slurp up your spit and precum. Yoongi however, catches your attention again when he delivers a slap to your ass.

“I don’t want a drop wasted, good girls always make sure to clean their messes don’t they? You gonna be good to Jungkook and swallow all of it, or are you too cock drunk to understand.” Yoongi pants softly and re-adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into your harder.

The sound of your ass clapping off of his pelvis resonates loudly, between your thighs there’s a mess of your creamy slick which seems to form a visible white ring around Yoongi’s cock everytime he backstrokes. Yoongi hisses at the sight, he wishes that he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could fill your sweet little cunt up and watch as his cum was pushed back in.

“Ah fuck,” Jungkook groans out and throws his head back, “keep going like that baby.” He whispers in pure bliss, “You’re doing so good for me.” He grips your hair tighter.

You gag around his cock in response, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re pretty sure you look a mess right now, tear streaks down your face and ruined makeup. “Mmm..!” You cry out in a mix of pleasure and some pain when Yoongi reaches between your thighs to pinch at your swollen clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingertips.

“Go on and make Jungkookie cum baby, don’t be a selfish little slut.” Yoongi purrs as he slows his hips down to a sensual grind. “Hold it in for me sweetheart, good girls cum when they’re told to.”

Jungkook on the other hand loses it when you make eye contact with him, he grabs on to your hair tightly and begins fucking up into your mouth. His balls press snug against your chin as he rolls his hips quickly. “Shit, shit baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he shudders as he tightens his grip, “just a little more for me.” He moans.

Not wanting to disappoint him you swallow around his cock and moan loudly, letting the vibrations travel as you flick your tongue on the underside of his cock where a particularly sensitive vein lies. Jungkook’s poor cock throbs as the first few spurts of warm cum shoot down your throat. He lets out a long moan, eyes slipping shut and head falling back in pleasure, “Shit.”

Yoongi licks his lips and pulls you off of Jungkook’s cock, “Swallow for me.” He whispers, yanking your head back as he watches you greedily gulp down the cum. “That’s a good girl,” he licks his lips and delivers hard punishing thrusts, “gonna cum all over that pretty ass sweetheart.” He closes his eyes and groans.

Your cunt throbs in excitement as you shakily whimper and hide your face in Jungkook’s thighs. “P-Please, ‘m so close,” you sob softly it gets harder to hold your orgasm back, and you do NOT want to be a bad girl.

Yoongi suddenly pulls out, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing as you whimper from the loss. You hear him rip the condom off and toss it on your ass. “Fuck,” he hisses as he strokes his cock rapidly, “turn over for me.”

You shakily comply and push yourself off of Jungkook, lying on your back and staring up at Yoongi with those sweet puppy eyes of yours. He aims his cock down at your lower tummy and spills all over, hissing through his teeth as he tips his head back and sighs. You watch with teary eyes, this isn’t fair! They got to cum but you didn’t!

“Don’t you pout at me, I haven’t forgotten you yet.” Yoongi sighs, utterly relaxed from his strong orgasm as he wedges himself between your thighs, “You did so well for me puppy, sit back and relax.”

His hot mouth ghosts over your pussy until you feel his lips wrap around your clit. You cry out in sensitivity and reach up to hold on to Jungkook’s hands while Yoongi begins ferociously eating you out. He eats you like a man starved, basically making out with your cunt at this point.

“Mm..! Mmm..!” Your head is thrown back, mouth agape as he spits on your cunt and traces your clit with the tip of his tongue.

Jungkook gently hushes you, “Just let go for me baby.” He leans down to smooch your cheek and whisper words of encouragement.

The praises are what leads to your orgasm. A loud cry escapes out of you and you’re left shaking on the couch as you cum harder than ever with your clit in Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi slurps up the mess he made on your cunt as he pulls back to pant softly, “Good girl, look at you.” He whispers as he watches your chest rise and fall.

You pout your lips up at Jungkook for a kiss and he easily complies without hesitation. You happily sigh into his mouth and relax under both men. Jungkook for the most part ignores Yoongi and murmurs against your lips if you’re okay. You think he’s so sweet for that and it makes you melt even further.

“Are you guys getting the fuck off my couch anytime soon? I gotta clean this shit before Seok wakes up.” Yoongi says now standing as he smokes the rest of the blunt he and Jungkook were sharing earlier. “I have a magical thing called a bathroom where you can do this thing we call freshening up.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snorts as he gently gathers you in his arms, “Leave my baggy out there and we’ll be on our way after we freshen up.” He says as he lifts you up and begins carrying you off down the hall. You pass by Yoongi mumbling a ‘I have to go peepee remember?’ to which Jungkook replies, “Yes you do baby, ‘less you want a STI.”

Yoongi stands there with a unreadable expression, “Get the fuck out of my house.” He rolls his eyes and begins cleaning. (He doesn’t mean it though..)

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emjayewrites · 26 days ago

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Sakura Dreams 🌸🗼🇯🇵 • Jules Koundé (4/6)

SYNOPSIS: It was supposed to be a guys’ trip to Japan after a disappointing ending to Euros, however, fate had another thing in mind.

PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x fem!blackOC (Ayo Pratt) (faceclaim @/joie.ade)

WARNINGS: cursing, poor google translations, football b.s & drama, flirty!jules, eventual smut. MINORS DNI!!!

TAGLIST: @hopefulromantic1 @lettersofgold @sinflowersugar @mauvecherie-writes @queenshikongo3 @perfecttrashface @alika-4466 @peyiswriting @leilaxaliel @serpenttines-library @certifiedlesbianbaddie @niahxo @julescpu @jack0357 @chaoticcoffeequeen @greedyjudge2 @yeea-nah @saturnville @taytropicana @trentswrld @cranberryjulce @vile-harlot @2serenity0 @elyseesarchive @peaceiswonderful

A/N: Jules was in Japan, so of course I had to make a short series about it. Also, if you’re a Jules girl, please let me know and I’ll tag you in more chapters.

The early morning sun painted Maruyama Park in hues of gold and pink, the cherry blossoms swaying gently in the breeze. Ayo adjusted her dress, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched her friends set up for their impromptu photoshoot.

"Seven years, can you believe it?" Symone mused, fiddling with the camera settings. "From broke college students to globe-trotting bad bitches."

Gigi snorted, smoothing down her hair. "Speak for yourself. I'm still broke, just with better taste now."

Ayo laughed, the sound light and carefree. She felt different today, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the Kyoto sunshine.

Nikki sidled up to her, a knowing glint in her eye. "So, Miss Thing, you gonna tell us where you disappeared to last night again? Or should I say, who you disappeared with? We barely see your cute self."

Ayo felt heat rise to her cheeks, memories of Jules' hands, his lips, flashing through her mind. "I don't kiss and tell," she mumbled, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Girl, please," Symone drawled, joining the conversation. "Your walk says everything your mouth won't. I’m just glad that our little Ayo finally got some of that French pastry."

The girls dissolved into giggles, and Ayo couldn't help but join in. As embarrassing as their teasing was, she had to admit – it felt good to share this with them, even if just through knowing looks and playful jabs.

"Alright, alright," Ayo said, trying to regain some composure. "Aren't we supposed to be taking photos or something?"

As they posed under the cherry blossoms, Ayo found her mind drifting back to Jules. The way he'd looked at her last night, like she was the only person in the world. The gentle way he'd traced the curves of her body, as if committing every inch to memory.

"Ayo!" Nikki's voice cut through her daydream. "Girl, if you don't stop looking like you're about to float away on a cloud of dick-induced happiness, I swear..."

Ayo blinked, focusing on her friends' amused faces. "Sorry, I just... last night was..."

"That good, huh?" Gigi smirked, raising an eyebrow.

As they continued their photoshoot, laughing and reminiscing about the past seven years, Ayo couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. This trip was supposed to be about celebrating their friendship, about new experiences before her big move to London. But now, with Jules in the picture, she found herself wondering if maybe, just maybe, there was room for something more in her carefully planned future.

"Okay, but seriously," Symone said, adjusting her stance for another photo, "we need details. Is he as good with his hands as he looks?"

Ayo rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress her grin. "Y'all are too much. Can't a girl have some privacy?"

"Privacy?" Nikki scoffed. "In this group? Please. We've seen each other through breakups, makeups, and that time Gigi thought she was pregnant after a broken condom scare."

Gigi groaned, covering her face. "Do we have to bring that up every time?"

"Yes," the other three chorused, dissolving into giggles.

As their laughter subsided, Ayo found herself softening. These were her girls, after all. If she couldn't share this with them, who could she share it with?

"It was..." she began, searching for the right words. "It was different. Good different. Like, 'maybe I should cancel my flight to London and change it to Barcelona' different."

The confession hung in the air for a moment, heavy with implication.

"Damn," Symone whispered, her eyes wide. "That good, huh?"

Ayo nodded, a mix of excitement and fear churning in her stomach. "I don't know what to do," she admitted. "This was supposed to be a fun trip before I started my new life. Now I'm wondering if maybe..."

"If maybe that new life could include a certain French footballer?" Gigi finished for her, her tone gentle.

"Yeah," Ayo said softly. "Is that crazy?"

The girls exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

"Honey," Nikki said finally, wrapping an arm around Ayo's shoulders, "if there's one thing I've learned in our seven years of friendship, it's that sometimes the best things in life are the ones we don't plan for."

As they huddled together for one last group shot, the cherry blossoms raining down around them, Ayo felt a surge of gratitude for these women who had been by her side through everything. Whatever happened with Jules, whatever decision she made about her future, she knew they'd have her back.

"Alright, ladies," Symone declared, setting the timer on the camera. "Let's make this one count. To seven years of friendship, and to whatever the future holds!"

As they packed up their camera gear and gathered their belongings, Ayo's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, her smile faltering.

"Jamaal again?" Nikki asked, noticing the change in her friend's demeanor.

Ayo nodded, letting out a frustrated sigh. "He saw Jules' comment on my post. Now he's blowing up my phone, acting like we're still together."

Symone's eyes flashed with anger. "You want me to get Semaj to beat this nigga ass? My brother's been itching to fight him since y'all broke up."

"No, no," Ayo said quickly, shaking her head. "I'll handle it. I think it's time I just block him entirely."

With a few taps on her screen, Ayo finally cut off Jamaal's last connection to her. It felt like closing a chapter, one she should have ended long ago.

As they made their way towards the park exit, the conversation drifted back to Jules.

"So, are you seeing him again today?" Gigi asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Before Ayo could answer, they rounded a corner and there he was. Jules, jogging down the path, his locs pulled into a high bun and Beats headphones perched on his head. He noticed them immediately, slowing to a stop near the group.

"Ladies," he greeted them with a charming smile, his eyes lingering on Ayo.

The girls exchanged knowing glances before Symone took charge. "Well, would you look at that? Jules, just the man we were talking about." She gave Ayo a not-so-subtle nudge forward. "Why don't you two catch up? We'll see you later for dinner, Ayo."

Before Ayo could protest, her friends were already walking away, leaving her alone with Jules. She turned to face him, suddenly aware of how good he looked in his workout gear, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the morning light.

"Hi," she said softly, a mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering in her stomach.

"Hi yourself," Jules replied, his voice warm. "Surprise meeting you here."

Her friends' laughter faded into the distance, Ayo found herself both grateful for and slightly annoyed by their meddling. But as Jules smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners, she couldn't bring herself to mind too much.

"So, what brings you to the park this early?" Jules asked, his eyes curious.

Ayo smiled, "My girls and I were doing a photoshoot to celebrate seven years of friendship."

Jules let out a low whistle. "Seven years? That's impressive."

"Yeah, we've been through a lot together," Ayo nodded.

"That’s crazy", he said with a smile, his tone shifting slightly as his eyes flickered with nostalgia. "I’ve got AK, Wilhelm, and Aurélien… though Aurélien’s not here with us this trip. Wilhelm and I grew up together, but AK and Aurélien, we met when I played for Girondins de Bordeaux. We've been tight ever since. It’s rare to find friends who stick around like that."

"It really is." Ayo listened intently as they started walking, their steps naturally falling into sync. She loved hearing him talk about his friends—it was a side of him that showed his loyalty, his depth beyond the playful teasing and easy charm.

He glanced over at her, his voice dropping to a lower register. "By the way, I didn’t appreciate you sneaking out of my room this morning, but I understand - girl time is important."

Ayo rolled her eyes, feigning innocence. "What if I do it again?"

Jules raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. "Then I’ll have to spank your ass."

Ayo gasped, half-shocked but unable to suppress the grin that tugged at her lips. Jules leaned in, his voice dropping to a near whisper, eyes locked on hers. "You know you like it."

And boy did she. As much as Ayo liked to think of herself as the type to set boundaries, something about Jules made her feel reckless—free in a way she hadn’t expected. She had never been one to enjoy love taps during sex; they made her feel weird, like she was doing something she wasn’t entirely comfortable with. But with Jules… it felt different. Primal, even. Every time his hand landed on her, it wasn’t just about pleasure—it was a release, a surrender to the moment that she didn’t even realize she craved.

They kept walking, the gentle hum of the city around them as the sun began to dip lower in the sky. Eventually, they reached her hotel, where she stopped, turning to face him. Jules’ gaze lingered on her, and without a word, he leaned in, pressing his lips softly against hers. The kiss was slow at first, but then he deepened it, his tongue brushing against hers, sending a shiver down her spine. There was a promise in that kiss—one she knew all too well.

When he pulled back, his lips hovered near hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Catch up with me later, after your dinner," he murmured, his voice husky.

Ayo nodded, feeling the heat between them simmering under the surface. She knew what he meant—another night tangled up in his sheets, losing herself in him once again.

Jules flashed her one last smile before turning and heading down the road toward his hotel, his casual gait making it seem as though he had all the time in the world. Ayo watched him for a moment, her heart still racing from their kiss, before stepping into her own hotel to change and get ready for dinner.

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He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander as the steam rose around him. The heat soothed his muscles, but his thoughts drifted to Ayo—her teasing smile, the way her body responded when they were together. He chuckled to himself, remembering her bratty little act earlier.

She really thought she could sneak out on me.

Once he was done, Jules dried off quickly and walked into the bedroom and dressed in his chosen outfit - a short-sleeve black shirt with graphics at the bottom, white linen pants with black stripes down the sides, and Adidas Sambas.

As he hopped into the car—one of those sleek chauffeured rides they'd arranged for the trip—his friends were already waiting, talking and laughing. Nicholas sat beside him in the back seat, AK and Wilhelm up front, everyone in high spirits as they headed toward Nara to check out the famous deer park. Jules leaned back, relaxing into the smooth leather seat as the conversation flowed around him.

"Tu l'as vue aujourd'hui?" (Did you see her today?) AK asked with a sly grin, not bothering to keep his voice down.

Jules smirked, glancing out the window as Kyoto's skyline passed by. "Ouais, je l'ai vue." (Yeah, I saw her.) He paused for effect. "Elle était avec ses amies." (She was with her friends.)

Wilhelm laughed from the passenger seat. "Et toi? Tu penses que tu vas la verrouiller?" (And you? You think you're going to lock her down?)

Jules shot him a look, playful but with an edge. "On verra." (We'll see.)

Nicholas chimed in, leaning forward with a knowing grin. "Si elle est à Londres, tu ne vivra pas trop loin." (If she's in London, you won't live too far away.)

The thought lingered in Jules' mind as the conversation continued. London, Barcelona—could it really work? It was early days, but there was something undeniable between him and Ayo. She wasn't just some girl he hooked up with; there was a connection, deeper than he wanted to admit. As much as he tried to play it cool, the idea of her being in London, a short flight away, seemed… right.

But before he could dwell too much on that, Jules shifted his focus to the upcoming La Liga season. It was always in the back of his mind, looming like a quiet hum in the background. Barcelona—his club, his home for the past few seasons. Things were changing, though. He was stepping into more of a mentor role now, especially with some of the younger guys set to debut this year. It wasn't a role he had expected to take on so soon, but he found himself enjoying it. Passing on his experience, his knowledge—especially to the players coming up through the ranks—it gave him a new sense of purpose.

"Tu penses à quoi, là?" (What are you thinking about?) AK asked, interrupting his thoughts.

Jules shook his head, letting a small smile slip. "Le foot. La saison qui arrive." (Football. The upcoming season.)

Wilhelm turned slightly from the front. "Le mentor maintenant, hein? Ça te va bien, je pense." (The mentor now, huh? I think it suits you.)

Jules laughed softly. "Ouais. Ça me fait sentir vieux, mais je pense que c'est nécessaire." (Yeah. Makes me feel old, but I think it's necessary.)

The car hit a smooth patch of road as they neared Nara, the lights of the city fading behind them. Jules glanced at his phone, seeing if there was anything from Ayo, but it was silent for now. He liked that about her—she didn't always blow up his phone or need constant attention. She had her own thing going on, and that independence was attractive as hell.

"Elle va sûrement te rattraper ce soir." (She'll probably catch up with you tonight.) Nicholas teased, raising an eyebrow.

Jules grinned, his thoughts briefly drifting back to that kiss they shared outside her hotel. "Elle le sait." (She knows.)

He wasn't going to push her. Ayo was handling her own thing with her friends tonight, but they both knew where the night would eventually end. Another night in his bed, her body wrapped around his—it was inevitable. And he liked that, too. The tension, the chase, the knowing without having to say too much. It kept things fun. Kept things… alive.

As the car slowed down near Nara Park, Jules glanced out the window, spotting the deer roaming around. It was surreal, the mix of nature and city blending together in a way that felt uniquely Japanese. He stepped out of the car with his friends, ready to take in the quiet beauty of the place.

The air was crisp and filled with the soft rustling of leaves, and the famous deer of Nara approached them, seemingly unafraid of human presence.

"C'est incroyable," (This is incredible) Wilhelm murmured, reaching out slowly to one of the deer.

Jules remembered the custom he'd read about and bowed slightly to a nearby deer. To his amazement and amusement, the deer bowed back, eliciting chuckles from his friends.

"Merde, regardez ça!" (Oh shit, look at that!) AK exclaimed, quickly mimicking Jules' action with another deer.

They spent the next hour wandering through the park, feeding the deer special crackers sold by nearby vendors and marveling at the peaceful coexistence of nature and civilization.

As the day grew later, Nicholas stretched and suggested, "On va chercher de la bouffe avant de retourner à l’hôtel?" (Should we grab some food before heading back to the hotel?)

They found a small, local ramen shop still open and savored steaming bowls of noodles, the conversation drifting between their Nara experience and plans for the next day.

"Demain c'est notre dernier jour complet à Kyoto, non?" (Tomorrow's our last full day in Kyoto, right?) Wilhelm asked between slurps of ramen.

Jules nodded, "Ouais, on a le spectacle de geisha, puis c'est direction Osaka." (Yeah, we have the geisha performance, then it's off to Osaka.)

When they finished their meals, the mood shifted, becoming more relaxed. They lingered a bit longer, then decided to head back to the hotel. Once they arrived, AK, Wilhelm, and Nicholas were in the mood to check out one of the local clubs, but Jules had other plans.

“Tu viens avec nous, non?” (You’re coming with us, right?) AK asked as they stepped out of the car.

Jules shook his head with a grin, “Non, pas ce soir. Vous amusez bien.” (No, not tonight. You guys have fun.)

They all dapped each other up before the guys headed off. Jules walked back to his room, the quiet of the hallway a stark contrast to the energy outside. He kicked off his shoes, laid back on the bed, and absentmindedly began scrolling through Instagram. Almost on autopilot, his thumb drifted to Ayo’s profile, liking a few more of her recent posts. He clicked on her most recent picture, then scrolled down to the comments.

And there it was again—Jamaal. Ayo’s ex. Jules clicked on his profile, curiosity and mild annoyance getting the better of him. His brows furrowed as he scanned the guy’s pictures.

Really?

He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. Lame didn’t even begin to cover it.

Rolling his eyes, he exited the guy’s profile and went back to Ayo’s. She wouldn’t have to worry about that dude anymore. Not with him in the picture now. A small, possessive smile crept onto his face.

Yeah, she’s mine now.

It wasn’t just a simple casual thing anymore, and as crazy as it sounded, he didn’t give a fuck.

Just then, his phone buzzed. Ayo’s name popped up on the screen.

Ayo: “I’m outside your hotel room.”

Jules sprang up immediately, a grin stretching across his face as he moved to open the door. And there she was, standing in the hallway, a small overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

“Prepared, are we?” he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Ayo scoffed. “Mainly so you don’t have a fit when I have to sneak out in the morning.”

“Hmmm,” Jules hummed, not entirely buying it, but letting it slide. He opened the door wider, ushering her in. “Bring your pretty ass inside, chérie.”

She grinned as she walked past him, and Jules couldn’t resist—his hand came down in a playful swat on her ass, making her squeal and giggle.

Once inside, Ayo made her way to his room, tossing her bag onto the desk chair. Jules stalked behind her, his eyes tracing the curve of her body. In a smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her flush against him. His lips found her neck, placing soft, teasing kisses before his tongue traced a long stripe from the shell of her ear to her collarbone. She shuddered beneath his touch.

“Should I taste that pretty pussy of yours first, ma belle?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Or did you miss me too much?”

“I missed you…” Ayo admitted as she turned to face him, her voice barely above a breath.

Jules chuckled against her skin. “I missed you too, bébé.” His hands tightened around her waist before he swiftly picked her up, causing her to instinctively wrap her legs around his torso.

Their lips met in a heated kiss as Jules carried her to the bed. He plopped her down on the soft mattress, still kissing her deeply, their hands moving frantically as they tore away their clothes. Skin to skin, they didn’t stop—didn’t slow down. It was as if their bodies craved each other, needing to feel that connection again.

Jules pressed Ayo into the bed, his mouth never leaving hers, their breaths mingling as their hearts raced. The tension between them was electric, a current running through their bodies, pulling them closer.

Slowly, Jules began kissing his way down her body. His lips brushed against the soft skin of her neck, then lower, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently with his tongue before giving the other the same treatment. Ayo moaned softly, arching her back as his lips moved lower, across her stomach, and down to the junction of her thighs.

He paused there for a moment, taking in the sight of her spread out beneath him. Then, without warning, he licked her pussy, the tip of his tongue teasing her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Ayo’s body reacted instantly, her hips rising to meet his mouth, a breathless moan escaping her lips.

Jules smiled against her, humming softly as he enjoyed the taste of her. He licked her again, this time a little harder, savoring her essence as it coated his tongue. Her body writhed beneath him, hips moving in sync with the rhythm of his mouth.

But just when Ayo’s breathing became more ragged, and her body started to shake, Jules stopped.

“I’ll come back to that later,” he murmured, licking his lips to wipe away the remnants of her essence. His eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at the sight of her sopping wet pussy, swollen and glistening. “Turn around.”

His voice was deep, commanding, and Ayo’s eyes widened at the shift in his tone. Without hesitation, she did as she was told, rolling onto her hands and knees, offering herself to him. The anticipation made her body tremble, and Jules took a moment to admire her, his hands teasing the curves of her ass.

Grabbing a condom from the drawer, Jules ripped the wrapper open, quickly rolling it on. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. With one smooth motion, he entered her, sliding deep into her warmth. The tightness of her pussy made his head spin, and he groaned at how perfect she felt around him.

Ayo moaned as he filled her, her back arching as she pushed back against him, her pussy gripping him tightly. Jules set a steady pace, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both.

“Putain… t’es si mouillée…” (Fuck… you’re so wet…) Jules groaned, his voice strained as he watched her pussy cream on his dick, her juices shining as they coated him. “You feel so good, baby.”

Ayo whimpered beneath him, her breath coming in short gasps as she rocked back against him, matching his rhythm. “Jules… oh my god…”

The sound of her moans, the way her body responded to every thrust, drove Jules wild. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You like that, huh? Tell me how much you missed this dick, ma belle.”

“I missed it so much,” she whimpered, her voice breathless. “I missed you.”

Jules growled softly, picking up the pace, his cock pounding into her harder. “You’re mine, you know that?” he murmured, his fingers digging into her hips. “Ain’t nobody gonna touch you like this.”

Ayo’s only response was a broken moan, her body shivering from the intensity of his thrusts. She was so responsive, so addictive, and Jules knew he couldn’t get enough of her. The way her pussy clenched around him, the way she moaned his name—it was intoxicating.

“Merde, you’re creaming all over me, bébé,” Jules groaned, his hand coming down to slap her ass lightly, watching the jiggle as she moaned. “Look at you, taking this dick so well.”

The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, their moans and groans a mix of pleasure and lust. Jules felt himself losing control, his thrusts becoming erratic as the pressure built inside him. The sight of her, the way she melted beneath his touch, only made him want her more.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear once more as he whispered, “You’re mine, ma belle, and I’m never letting you go.”

Jules thrust harder, deeper, his mind clouded by the sensation of her pussy wrapped so tightly around him. Ayo’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her own release. He couldn’t stop the primal growl that escaped him as he pushed them both closer to the edge. Ayo’s body tensed, and with one last thrust, they both shattered together, their moans echoing through the room.

He remained inside her for a moment longer, savoring the warmth of her body before he slowly pulled out and discarded the condom. He collapsed beside her, pulling Ayo close against his chest, their legs intertwining. For a few moments, neither of them spoke. The room was filled only with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the night outside. Ayo rested her head on Jules’ chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as it began to slow. His arm wrapped around her, holding her securely in place, as if he didn’t want to let her go.

Jules tilted his head down to look at her, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He ran his fingers gently along the curve of her back, enjoying the softness of her skin. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and slightly teasing.

Ayo sighed contentedly, her body still humming from the intensity of their connection. “More than okay,” she mumbled, her lips brushing his skin. “I think you ruined me for anyone else, though.”

Jules chuckled softly, his chest rumbling beneath her. “Good,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “That was the plan.”

Ayo lifted her head to meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow at him. “Oh, was it now?” she teased, her voice playful.

Jules shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Yeah, I can’t have you thinking about anyone else when I’m right here,” he replied smoothly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower back.

Ayo smirked, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down at him properly. “I think you’ve made your point,” she said, her tone light, though there was an underlying sincerity in her words.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Jules smiled brightly then connected their lips. Ayo sighed into the kiss, moaning slightly when she felt Jules’ tongue slither inside, battling dominance with hers. His hands slid from her back to her ass, kneading the flesh gently until pulled her to fully straddle on top of him.

“Round two already?” Ayo murmured against his lips, teasing him shamelessly. Yet, inwardly, she heavily enjoyed his stamina.

“Of course, bébé. Can’t leave you unsatisfied.”

The next morning, soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Jules stirred slightly, his arm draped over Ayo’s waist as he shifted closer to her, instinctively seeking her warmth. Ayo blinked her eyes open, her body immediately reminding her of the intensity from the night before. Her thighs ached, a dull soreness settling into her muscles, and she let out a quiet groan as she tried to stretch.

Carefully slipping out from under Jules’s arm, she gingerly sat up, wincing as she moved. As soon as her feet hit the cold floor, she tiptoed toward the bathroom, hoping not to wake him. But just as she reached the door, she heard Jules’s groggy voice behind her.

“Where are you going?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Ayo glanced over her shoulder, seeing him still half-buried in the blankets, his durag askew on his head and his eyes barely open. “Just going to the bathroom,” she whispered back, her voice soft.

Jules hummed in response, already drifting back toward sleep. “Hurry back,” he muttered, his hand lazily patting the space beside him, making Ayo smile.

She quickly did her business in the bathroom, taking a moment to splash some water on her face and run her fingers through her hair. When she returned, Jules had rolled onto his back, one arm stretched across the pillow where she’d been. His eyes opened a little more when he heard her approach.

Without missing a beat, he smirked. “You can’t leave me like that, chérie.”

Ayo raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like this,” Jules replied, his hand gesturing toward his lap, where the sheets were tented slightly. He grinned, his expression still drowsy but playful. “One more round before breakfast, maybe?”

Ayo laughed softly, though her body ached in protest. But the way Jules looked at her, his lips quirking in that mischievous, irresistible way… she knew she wasn’t going to deny him—or herself.

“Fine,” she said, walking back to the bed and crawling on top of him, her knees straddling his hips. Jules’s hands immediately found her waist, sliding up her thighs. “But we’re gonna be late.”

“We’ll make time,” he murmured before pulling her down for a kiss.

An hour later, they were both showered and dressed, though Ayo moved a little slower than usual, still feeling the soreness in her legs. She wore a simple, chic outfit—jeans and a black blouse—while Jules was in another casual yet stylish ensemble: a white T-shirt, linen pants, and his Adidas Sambas. They headed downstairs, the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast guiding them toward the hotel’s dining area.

AK, Wilhelm, and Nicholas were already seated at a table near the window, laughing about something as they dug into their plates of food.

“Ah, enfin!” (Ah, finally!) Nicholas exclaimed when he saw them approaching. “We were beginning to think you two got lost.”

Jules shot him a knowing smirk, pulling out a chair for Ayo before sitting down himself. “Not lost. Just… delayed.”

Wilhelm raised an eyebrow, grinning as he passed them both a menu. “Delayed, huh? I wonder what could’ve caused that,” he teased, his tone playful.

Ayo rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips as she poured herself a glass of juice. Jules leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. “Mind your business, Wilhelm.”

AK laughed, shaking his head. “It’s too early for all of this, man.”

As they all started to eat, the conversation flowed easily, the group teasing each other about their adventures the day before and their plans for the rest of the trip. Ayo glanced at Jules now and then, catching his eyes with a smile. Despite the teasing and the soreness in her body, there was something comfortable about being with him, surrounded by his friends, like they’d settled into an easy rhythm.

Nicholas leaned over toward Jules halfway through breakfast, lowering his voice slightly. “Donc, à propos d'Ayo (So, about Ayo),” he said, his tone curious. “Tu es sérieux au sujet de l'enfermer, mec? (You serious about locking her down, man?)”

Jules didn’t even hesitate. He glanced over at Ayo, who was chatting with Wilhelm about some sightseeing plans, before turning back to Nicholas. “Elle est à moi (She’s mine),” he said simply, a possessive edge to his voice that didn’t go unnoticed.

After breakfast, the group piled into their chauffeured van and headed to the girls' hotel. As they waited in the lobby, Jules stood close to Ayo, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. The casual intimacy of the gesture wasn't lost on their friends, who exchanged knowing glances and poorly hidden smirks.

"You two look cozy," Symone teased, raising an eyebrow at Ayo.

Ayo rolled her eyes but didn't move away from Jules. "Shouldn't we get going? We've got a packed day ahead."

The day's itinerary began with a visit to the Kyoto Aquarium. As they wandered through the exhibits, Jules and Ayo often found themselves hand in hand, their fingers intertwined as they marveled at the colorful marine life.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jules murmured, squeezing Ayo's hand as they watched a graceful manta ray glide by.

Ayo nodded, leaning into him slightly. "It's like another world down there."

They paused in front of a large tank filled with vibrant tropical fish, their iridescent scales catching the light. Jules wrapped his arm around Ayo's waist, pulling her closer.

"You know," he said softly, "I never expected this trip to turn out like this."

Ayo turned to look at him, curiosity in her eyes. "Like what?"

Jules smiled, his gaze warm. "Like finding someone special."

A warmth crept up Ayo's cheeks, but before she could respond, Gigi called out from across the room.

"Ooh! Come check out these jellyfish!"

As they approached the jellyfish exhibit, Ayo's eyes widened in wonder. The translucent creatures pulsed rhythmically in their tanks, their bioluminescence creating an ethereal glow.

"They're so beautiful," Ayo breathed, pressing closer to the glass.

Jules watched her, captivated by the way the blue light played across her features. "Not as beautiful as you," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist.

After exploring the rest of the aquarium, Jules insisted on stopping by the gift shop. Despite Ayo's protests, he purchased a small, plush jellyfish for her.

"Something to remember this by," he said with a wink, handing her the soft toy.

At the Samurai Museum, while Jules was engrossed in a display of ancient katanas, Nikki and Gigi pulled Ayo aside.

"So, what's the plan once this vacation's over?" Nikki asked, her tone casual but her eyes intense.

Ayo shrugged, glancing over at Jules. "We haven't really talked about it yet."

"But you want to, right?" Gigi pressed. "I mean, the way he looks at you..."

Ayo bit her lip, remembering Jules' words during their intimate moments. "He did say I was his," she admitted softly.

Nikki and Gigi exchanged triumphant looks. "Girl, there's your answer!" Nikki exclaimed.

But Ayo wasn't entirely convinced. "I don't know. It's one thing to say that while you’re fucking each other, but real life is different."

Nikki shook her head. “Listen, guys like Jules don’t just say things for the sake of it. You’ve seen how he treats you, right?”

Ayo sighed, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the plush jellyfish hanging from her bag. “I guess,” she muttered, still uncertain. “But we’ve been in this vacation bubble. I just don’t want to get my hopes up and then…”

“And then what?” Gigi interrupted. “You’re overthinking it. He’s crazy about you. Everyone can see it.”

Ayo glanced over at Jules again, who was deeply immersed in conversation with one of the museum staff about the craftsmanship of the katanas. His brow furrowed in concentration, that same intensity she liked about him. It made her heart skip, but her thoughts still felt muddled.

“I just…” Ayo started, but her words trailed off. How could she explain the mix of excitement and fear bubbling inside her? She wanted to believe in whatever this was between them, but the uncertainty of what came next lingered.

“Look,” Nikki said, lowering her voice and placing a hand on Ayo’s arm, “you’re scared because it feels real, right? That’s normal. But don’t shut it down before it even starts.”

Ayo sighed again, but nodded slowly. Nikki’s words hit closer to the truth than she wanted to admit. Jules was different. He made her feel different, more grounded yet utterly swept away at the same time.

Just then, Jules glanced over at them, catching her eye with a warm smile. He gestured for her to join him, excitement practically radiating off of him as he pointed at a display of traditional armor.

“Come look at this,” Jules called, his enthusiasm contagious.

Ayo smiled, giving Nikki and Gigi a grateful look before walking over to him. As soon as she was beside him, Jules slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close as he explained the intricate details of the armor.

She leaned into him, letting the weight of her earlier thoughts fade away for now. Being with Jules like this, exploring the world and sharing new experiences, felt right. Maybe Nikki was right. Maybe she was overthinking it.

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That evening, they arrived at the traditional teahouse for dinner with a maiko and geisha, the air humming with a serene sense of history. As they entered, they were greeted by the soft melody of a shamisen playing in the background. The wooden floors creaked gently underfoot, and the scent of incense filled the room. Jules and Ayo exchanged glances, excitement and curiosity dancing in their eyes.

The maiko, a young apprentice geisha in a vibrant kimono, gracefully welcomed them, followed by a geisha, her elegance and poise evident in every movement. They led the group to a tatami-matted room where the tea ceremony would begin.

Ayo’s eyes widened as she took in the delicate tea implements—bamboo whisks, ceramic bowls, and a simple but beautifully arranged tea caddy. The maiko began the ceremony, each movement slow and deliberate, almost meditative.

“Watch how she prepares the tea,” Symone whispered to Gigi, who nodded in awe.

The room was silent except for the sound of the tea being whisked, the bamboo creating a rhythmic, calming sound. When the maiko handed the first bowl of matcha to Jules, he accepted it with a slight bow, mimicking the respectful motions he had observed.

“This is fascinating,” Jules whispered to Ayo as he brought the bowl to his lips and took a slow sip of the frothy green tea.

Ayo nodded, her gaze fixed on the fluidity of the maiko’s movements as she prepared the next bowl for the group. There was a deep appreciation in the air for the tradition they were witnessing, everyone feeling the reverence of the ceremony.

After the tea ceremony, they moved to a low table for dinner. Platters of fresh sashimi, tempura, and delicate grilled fish were presented to them, each dish a work of art. As they settled into the meal, the conversation began to flow easily.

"Alright," Symone declared, raising her sake cup, "favorite part of Kyoto. Go!"

"The deer in Nara," Wilhelm chimed in. "Never thought I'd bow to an animal and have it bow back!"

Laughter rippled through the group at the memory.

"For me, it's gotta be the sushi-making class," Nikki added. "Even if some of us were better at eating it than making it." She shot a teasing glance at Jules.

Jules held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I never claimed to be a chef."

"What about you, Ayo?" Gigi asked, a knowing glint in her eye.

Ayo turned to Jules, catching his eye. “I think my favorite part was the aquarium,” she said, her voice thoughtful. “The jellyfish exhibit was stunning.”

Jules smiled, his hand finding hers under the table. “That was special,” he agreed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

The geisha, who had been listening quietly, smiled softly at their banter before picking up her shamisen again and beginning a soft, lilting tune that filled the room.

“Your turn, Symone,” AK said.

Symone grinned, taking a sip of her sake before answering. “Honestly, I loved Kyoto as a whole. This city has such a peaceful energy. But I’m also really excited for Osaka tomorrow. We’ve still got five days left, guys. Let’s make it count!”

As they raised their cups in a toast, there was a bittersweet undercurrent to their excitement. The end of their trip was approaching, but they were determined to make every moment count.

“I’m going to miss this,” Wilhelm added, his voice a little softer than usual. “These moments… it’s been incredible.”

“That just gives us the chance to plan another trip,” Jules said with a confidence that made Ayo smile.

“Ooh together?” Symone goaded, causing everyone to chuckle.

Jules shrugged. “Maybe, you guys can visit us next time in Paris.”

“I love Paris!” Gigi piped with a wide smile. “Did Ayo tell you that’s her favorite city?”

“It is?” Jules said, arching an eyebrow in jest. “You didn’t mention that to me.”

Ayo gave him a sly grin. “Hmm, maybe I was distracted?”

Shaking his head, Jules let out a small chuckle. “A little bit.”

“Yeah…” Ayo said, nudging his shoulder lightly, “but it’s my second favorite city, after Venice of course.”

“Shit, we can go to Venice too,” Nicholas added and everyone laughed. “But for real though, it’s been fun hanging out with you girls. Truly appreciate meeting you all.”

“Aw, us too, Nic,” Nikki said, placing a had to her heart. “We definitely gotta plan another trip if that’s the case.”

“Girl, let’s get our money up again before we even think about another trip,” Gigi said with a mock eye roll. “This trip is expensive as well.”

“So no plans for Dubai in a few months?” added AK.

“Nigga, are you gonna pay for my flight?” Gigi asked with a surprised blink. “Not all of us got Dubai money.”

“You know I pay for you, girl,” responded AK with a flirtatious wink, causing Gigi to blow him a kiss.

“Alright, so Dubai next?” said Nicholas, making everyone laugh once more, but his expression remained stoic. “I’m serious though.”

“Well see,” was Ayo’s cryptic reply, glancing up at Jules.

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princessbrunette · 10 months ago

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JJ who is thirsting and horny after the pretty daughter of the Kook family he works for but gets cornered and roughed up by Rafe andhis croonies bc it's Rafe who 'deserves you since you're basically of the same breed, not a dirty Pogue like him', plus you're too good for someone like JJ who only wants you for pussy and money while Rafe is a born protector, all aggressive and territorial, so he's obviously the better choice for you.

I think the boys would genuinely start tweaking if you ever pranced around in that pretty pink frily bikini of yours in your garden amd send them a wave and sweet smile :/

ohhhhh my god. oh my god im obsessed . “while rafe is a born protector, all aggressive and territorial” what if i nutted

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rafe literally wanting to explode when jj shows up as a waiter at midsummers and you all but squeal and run over to him and throw your arms around his neck so excited to see him !! and rafe tugs you away by the arm, gritting his teeth like “you’re here with me, remember?” giving your arm a threatening squeeze but like technically your parents set that up n you can hug who u want !! 🙄

jayj getting kinda spooked when you hug him like that in public because he’s so conscious about your family seeing, he doesn’t wanna get in trouble bc he really needs his job! so he kinda just gives your waist a little squeeze like “uh—hey there, sweetheart, oop, watch the hands— kinda on the clock here but uh, you havin’ fun?” conversing w you before you get yanked away by rafe … 🙄

rafe and his friends roughing him up in the bathroom whilst rafe lectures him :(( “talk t’me, pogue —what is it you really want, nah nah, it’s all good. we’re all guys here.” getting in his face. “is it money? know you don’t have much of that. hey, if i had my wallet, id definitely donate a lil’ something to your cause but uh, this is a new suit.” he pats himself down.

“think i’ll have to pass on that.” jj strains, struggling in kelces headlock.

“what is it then… is it pussy? you…” he huffs out a laugh. “you think she’s gonna give it up for a dirtbag like you? dirtyin’ up that pretty pink bed of hers?” jj doesn’t say anything, continuing to try and fight his way out and rafe just laughs. “knew it, s’always pussy man. you just wanna get right up in there, don’t you maybank. spread those legs and go to town, probably never had anything like that huh? just busted dirty pogue pussy. listen man i— i almost feel sorry for you... it’s so not happening.”

and then jj spits in his face which makes rafe laugh again, pulling back and wiping his face with an amused “oh?”

ofc you walk in at the worst time, brows all furrowed playing with the material of your dress. “what’s going on?” looking between the boys. rafe of course swoops in, joining you at your side with a hand at your lower back.

“i dunno! came in here n’your friend started tweakin’ out, swinging on me. you probably shouldn’t talk to him anymore, babe.”

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miyuhpapayuh · 1 year ago

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Dressing room.

"Baby, can we go now?" Her boyfriend, Jimmy, pleads with tired eyes. She lets out a huff and looks overawe at him.

"Boy, we've only been here for 30 minutes. Calm down." Dragging him to her last destination, her favorite lingerie store—, he quickly changes his tune. His eyes light up, making her giggle.

"I promise, I'll be quick."

He grabs her arm loosely and chuckles, mumbling a “nah, take ya time."

She smirks and heads inside her favorite store, with him trailing behind her as she checks out the new lingerie sets.

Fixing her eyes on a baby pink and black lace one, holding them up against her, she turns around, "What do you think? Pretty?"

He smirks and rubs his hand over the material, "try them on for me."

She leads him toward the dressing rooms, walking towards the end, where the biggest one is, pulling him in and locking it behind them.

Sitting down on the red plush chair in front of the mirror, Jimmy takes the black lingerie set from her and she begins to strip down, since she already planned on buying both, and puts the pink one on.

After adjusting the straps, she looks in the mirror and instantly falls in love with how it fits her body.

She hears a growl behind her and turns around, smirking at the look on his face. “You like?”

“Baby, you look so damn good."

She makes her way over to him and stands in front of him, throwing her left leg over his, "thank you, baby,” spilling from her glossed lips, before she leans down to kiss his lips.

She moans into the kiss, giggling as he smacks her ass, mumbling for her to try the next one on.

She bites his lip before pulling away from him completely and grabs the black set from him and strips, leaving him staring at her body. "Like what you see?"

“Always, sexy.” He winks at her, making her blush.

She turns towards the mirror to fiddle with the straps when she feels hands wrap around her, Jimmy’s face coming into view behind her. Their smirks are identical as he moves her hair away from her neck, his lips right by her ear.

“You know exactly what you're doing," he smacks her ass and grabs her neck, "teasing me and shit." She quietly moans in response, having to remember where they are.

His free hand slides the material to the side and pushes two fingers into her, making her gasp and cover her own mouth.

She latches onto his arm with her free hand, grinding against the sensation. She bites into her palm as he speeds up, muffling her pants.

Jimmy growls into her ear as her walls tighten around his fingers, "You so tight."

She feels her orgasm approach and a scream threatens to spill from her mouth. Her body jerks and creams into his hand, as he plunges his long digits into her even deeper, making her eyes roll back.

He pulls his fingers away abruptly, holding them up to her lips. Sticking her tongue out, she makes sure to get them nice and wet before he rubs my clit, making it impossible for her to be quiet at the way his fingers circle her so perfectly.

"Jimmy,” she whimpers, falling back into his chest, as he talks her through my orgasm.

“That's right, cum on my fingers baby,”

“Buy you this in every color… fuck you in ‘em all”

“So fucking pretty when I make you cum”

Coming down from her high, she let out a sigh of disappointment as his fingers left her. He helped her out of the lingerie and back into her clothes.

"Fuck, my thighs.. I should fight you." She glares up at him, watching the smirk on his face grow.

“You knew exactly what was gonna happen, baby. Don't blame me."

Grabbing both of the sets, she opens the door and walks out to the register to pay. Jimmy comes up and wraps an arm around her waist and presses his lips to her neck, making her hot all over again.

"Stop!" I whisper, which only makes him trail his kisses down toward her spot, making her jerk away from him, saving herself from embarrassment.

The cashier giggles and hands her the bag of goodies.

“You can never behave,” she laughs as they leave the store.

@harmshake here you go you heathen 🤭💜

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sim0nril3y · 1 year ago

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I’m not sure why this one thought won’t get out of my head but like… bringing Simon to the Barbie movie.

It is something you have been excited about since you first saw the trailer pop across your screen whilst snuggling up beside Simon. He barely glanced up from his phone the entire time whilst you gasped and laughed beside him at the mere 1:30 seconds that flashed across the screen, all followed by. “I got to see that.”

As the day got closer Simon noticed that you were on TikTok more than usual, watching girls do seem less transitions into Barbie-like aesthetics. You went through a wild liking-spree as you watched each and every one.

You two wouldn’t go on the day it premiered. It would be too crowded, but a week or so later on a quiet night you would be able to convince him to go. You would be dressed up all pretty in the pink outfit that you’d picked and Simon would stand beside you in all black like he was ready to see Oppenheimer. Like always he wished to see you happy, buying you a big bucket of popcorn, sharing a drink with you, making sure you had the best seat and then he sunk down into his own, making sure his tall stature didn’t impair the vision of the person sat behind him - at first you thought he was embarrassed to be in there but when you noticed a little girl behind him happily bouncing in her seat able to see the screen you heart melted and you sunk into his side.

Gleefully you watched the movie, grinning and even shedding a few tears all the while. From beside you Simon barely watched the movie, instead opting to watch you. “Why you looking at me, babe? Margot Robbie is on the screen~” You urged him playfully and he smirked. “Nah, rather watch my Barbie girl instead.” This made your entire face light up before leaning in to gift him a soft kiss and then whisper. “Ooh, this Barbie is gonna please her Ken once their home~”

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bruisedboys · 2 years ago

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i need james or remus w a shy reader 🙏🙏 maybe where they are shopping and she forgot her purse but doesn’t want to spend his money

love love love this idea, tysm anon!! first remus blurb omg

fem!reader 0.7k words

Remus waits in the shoe section for you while you try on your clothes in the dressing rooms. You hadn’t told him to, but he could tell you felt shy about him seeing you in new clothes. So he’d given you your space while you tried them on.

Now, you’re smiling shyly as you approach him, your arms laden with clothes.

“How’d it go?” He asks as you come to a stop two steps too far away from him. Remus closes the gap. Your smile goes from shy to shyer.

“It went okay,” you say quietly, rearranging the pile of clothes in your arms. “The pink dress looked weird. But I really liked the blue one.”

Remus beams. He’d picked out the blue one. He feels very proud of himself. “Yeah? And the top?”

You nod and lift your eyes to his. You’re too pretty for the store’s harsh white lighting, Remus thinks. Too soft.

“That was good, too,” you say. “The colours are nice.”

“Awesome,” he says. He reaches out and takes the pink dress from you. It’s quite short, he notices, and would probably show a lot more leg than you’re used to. Maybe that’s why you don’t like it. “You sure you didn’t like this one? I think it’s nice.”

You shake your head. “Nah, not my style.”

Remus shrugs and hangs the dress over his elbow. “Okay. That’s okay, dove. I’ll put it back, if you want. And you’re definitely getting those two?”

He points to the two remaining pieces in your arms, a flowery top that suits your skin tone and the pale blue dress he’d seen and made a beeline for earlier. They’re both very pretty, and Remus can’t wait to see you wear them.

You nod happily. Remus thinks maybe he should come clothes shopping with you more often, if you’re gonna be this adorable every time. He’s been missing out.

Remus sets off to return the pink dress to its place. It only takes a minute or two, but when he returns you’re not waiting in the checkout line like he thought you’d be. You’re standing just shy of the line, looking distraught. Remus feels a rush of panic like a stab to his heart.

“Dove?” He approaches you quickly, his hand quick to clasp around your elbow. “Are you okay?”

You look up at him and your face crumples. “I’ve forgotten my wallet,” you say, your tone far too close to self-deprecating for his liking.

Remus relaxes. From the look on your face he’d thought it was something much worse than that. Still, he squeezes your elbow because you do look very sad.

“Oh, that’s okay.” He drags his hand down your forearm and curls his fingers around your wrist. “I’ll pay, bub.”

You somehow manage to look even more distraught than a second ago.

“No,” you say desperately, shaking your head so fast Remus is scared you’ll get a headache. “You don’t have to do that, Remus. I just won’t get them.”

You make to turn away but Remus snags your wrist, pulling you back into him. You go from startled to shy in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N,” he says, patient but firm. He’d seen how excited you were about the clothes and can’t bear to let you put them back. “Don’t be silly. I’ll pay.”

You look helpless and a bit like a lost puppy as Remus takes the clothes from you.

“I’ll pay you back,” you blurt.

Remus shakes his head. “Nah, don’t worry. Your payment for my extreme generosity can be giving me a fashion show when we get home.”

He’s half teasing and half totally serious. You whine and hide your face in his shoulder, your way of saying Remus, please. Remus just chuckles fondly and rubs your back, knowing if he says anything more you’ll probably melt into a puddle.

When the clothes are payed for and you’re out of the store, Remus holds the bag out to you. You take it, albeit shyly.

“Thank you,” you say, so quiet Remus barely hears you. He can tell you want to say more, but it’s always hard for you to find the right words. He saves you the trouble, before you get too worked up.

“S’no problem,” he says, because it really isn’t. He’d spend himself dry for you if you asked for it. He’d give you anything you want in the world. He wants to tell you so, only you’re already very hot in the face and he doesn’t want you bursting into flames in the middle of the mall.

He opts for a kiss to your head instead.

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thesapphictimelady · 8 months ago

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Ad Astra Per Aspera Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.2K

TW: Implied previous domestic abuse, references to alcohol

A/N: I’d like to point out I am NOT a plumber, the plumbing mentioned in this chapter is something that worked in my old classroom. It is not meant to be a solution for everything! Anyways, this is not proofread but I hope you enjoy it! Comments are always appreciated!

“New kid, time to wake up,”

Cassie groaned and rolled over on the couch, throwing her arm over her eyes, “Go away, Jenny, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Jenny? Geez kid, how much did you drink last night?” Melissa chuckled, “It’s me. Ms. Schemmenti?”

Cassie sat up, “Oh my god, Ms. Schemmenti I’m so sorry! I-I thought you were…”

“Don’t worry about it kid, get dressed. We gotta get to school.”

Cassie hastily grabbed a dress out of one of the boxes that were strewn around the small space and headed into the bathroom to change. Once she had pulled her dress on, she set to work removing the makeup from last night and reapplying. She winced when she saw the bruising on her neck was still a sickly green color but she made quick work of covering it up and then applying some mascara and lip gloss.

When she left the bathroom, she saw Melissa had settled herself on the couch.

“I’m really sorry about the mess,” Cassie said, “This was all I could find on such short notice and it’s…it’s really small.”

Melissa snorted, “Really small is certainly one way to put it.”

Cassie flushed and started digging through a box until she produced a thin gray sweater to layer over her pink dress.

“Ms. Schemmenti, you don’t have to wait for me. I know you drove here last night,”

“Nah, I’m giving you a ride. I might as well. Plus the parking might be limited today,”

“Why would the parking be limited?” Cassie asked, pulling on her shoes, “There were tons of empty spots yesterday,”

“The Eagles are playing and Ava rents out parking spaces,” Melissa said, twirling her car keys around one finger.

“Is she allowed to do that?”

“Ava just does whatever she wants. Besides, sometimes you gotta bend some rules”

Cassie opened the front door and the two stepped outside. Despite the time, it was already hot out and Cassie was glad she had chosen a thin sweater.

“Come on,” Melissa said, opening the car door, “I want to make sure we get seats with Barb.”

Cassie got into the car and set her bag by her seat. Melissa’s car smelled like vanilla but there was a lingering scent of menthol. The drive over to the school was quiet, and Cassie rested her head on the cool window. Before she knew it, they had pulled into the school parking lot. It was already crowded and the smell of barbecue filled the air.

“Barbeque? It’s 7 in the morning!”

Melissa shrugged, “They get started early. Now let’s get inside.”

Just like Melissa had said, Ava was hungover as hell. The lights in the gym were dim and the principal was wearing sunglasses and sipping gatorade.

“Hi,” Cassie said, going to introduce herself, “I’m Cassiopeia. I started yesterday.”

Ava waved her away, “Girl, it’s too early for this,”

Melissa snorted and pulled Cassie over to where the folding chairs were set up, setting her bag on a third seat for Barb.

“I’ll be right back,” Melissa whispered, before going back to where Ava was and whispering something to her. Ava pulled her sunglasses down to eye Cassie before handing Melissa a gatorade.

The redhead handed the gatorade to the younger teacher, and then produced a bottle of aspirin, “Here, you’re gonna need these. That hangover is gonna hit you. Plus it’ll help hold up the fact that I told everyone that you went home sick yesterday”

Cassie took the aspirin and settled into the cold metal chair, closing her eyes.

“Cassiopeia!” Jacob called.

Cassie smiled and waved at him, “Hi Jacob,”

“I’m so glad you’re still here!” he said, “I was worried something might have happened when Melissa said you went home sick!”

“Something did happen,” Melissa cut in, “She got tsick.”

Jacob flushed, “I know that! I just meant…well, Melissa you don’t have a great track record with aides and teachers,”

Cassie held up a hand to stop him, “I’m fine. I feel much better today.”

“Well that’s good! I want you to meet Gregory and Janine,” Jacob said, gesturing at the pair behind him, “They weren’t here yesterday so they didn’t get to meet you. Guys this is Cassiopeia. Did you know…”

Cassie closed her eyes again, shutting out Jacob’s explanation of her name.

“I’m glad you’re here Cassie,” Barb said softly, taking her seat next to them, “Melissa told me you weren’t feeling well. How are you feeling this morning? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m okay, Mrs. Howard, thank you. Ms. Schemmenti brought me some aspirin and Ava gave me a gatorade.”

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask. They aren’t comfortable, but if you need to take a nap I can get out the mats my kindergartners use.”

Cassie smiled softly, “Thank you, Mrs. Howard,”

“Alright nerds, find your seats,” Ava said, “Let’s get this started so I can go take a nap. I mean, run the school”

Melissa rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“First things first, we have a new teacher,” Ava said, “Her name is…Princess Leia or something,”

“Cassiopeia!” Jacob corrected her.

“Yeah that. She’s in Ms Schemmenti’s classroom until we can open up a classroom for her. Next, the sinks in the 1st floor bathrooms are backed up so until Mr. Johnson gets back or the city sends someone, I’m putting hand sanitizer in the bathrooms,”

Cassiopeia raised her hand, “Do the sinks share pipes?”

“Girl, how am I supposed to know? What do you think I am, the city?”

”Yes,” Melissa cut in, “the sinks share pipes and a wall.”

“I can fix it then,”

“No!” Barbara said quickly, “No, these things are best left to the experts. Do you all remember when Janine tried to fix the electricity?”

“No, I really can fix it. It’s super simple to temporarily fix it, at least until a professional can take a look. I just need two plungers and someone to help me.”

“Fine,” Ava said, rolling her eyes, “Schemmenti, you can help Peia,”

Cassie wrinkled her nose at the nickname, “Peia? Really?”

“Told ya someone would give you a weird nickname,” Melissa whispered.

“Janine has some team building activities this afternoon,” Ava continued, “And Gregory and Jacob have worked together to cook some of the produce from the garden for lunch. Now get to your classrooms and do…whatever it is you people do.”

“Come on,” Melissa said, grabbing their bags, “Let’s put our stuff away and I’ll find the plungers,”

Once they got to the classroom, Melissa set their bags on her desk and dragged a second chair over to it.

“Sidown kid,”

“Don’t we need to get the plungers?” Cassie asked, tugging on her sleeves.

“That can wait,” Melissa said, closing the classroom door, “I wanna talk to you,”

“Ms. Schemmenti, I already told you-”

“No, ya didn’t. Lemme finish. I wanna talk to ya about what you said this morning.”

“This morning?”

“Ya called me Jenny.”

Cassie groaned and put her head in her hands, “Ms. Schemmenti, I was half asleep!”

“Did Jenny do that to ya?” Melissa gestured to her arms.

“Ms. Schemmenti, I-”

“S’okay,” the redhead said, “I get it. Let’s just go get the plungers.”

“I got ‘em,” Melissa said, her cheeks slightly pink from running around the school.

”Perfect, you take the boys, I’ll take the girls. We’ll probably need to call each other to be able to hear.”

Melissa nodded and Cassiopeia went into the girls bathroom, locking the door behind her and taking her sweater off. She quickly dialed the redheads number.

“Hey, okay, so when I say go, put the plunger over the drain and start plunging,”

“And you’re sure this will work?” Melissa asked.

Cassie bit her lip, “Well…no. But it worked at my old school! It’s worth a shot.”

“If you say so, kid.”

“Okay,” Cassie cradled her phone between her shoulder and her cheek while she got the plunger into position, “Go,”

Within a couple minutes of plunging, the dirty water that was in the sink started to drain.

“I’m impressed kid,” Melissa said through the phone, “I didn’t expect that to work,”

Cassie grinned as she set the plunger down, “I told you I could do it! At my old school, this happened every other week.”

“What did the plumbers say?”

“Oh, we never had anyone come out to look at it! The district said it wasn’t necessary,”

“That’s ridiculous. Alright, I should get these plungers back to the closet.”

“Hang on, I gotta unlock the door,” Cassie hung up and tugged her sweater back on. Melissa knocked on the door and Cassie unlocked it.

“Geez kid, you look like you need some fresh air. Lemme put these away. You head back to the classroom.”

Cassiopeia made her way back to the classroom, collapsing into a chair and chugging her gatorade. She tossed the empty bottle into the trash can and reached into her bag, pulling out a folder of paperwork.

“Hey,” Janine said, poking her head into the room, “We didn’t get a chance to talk this morning. I’m Janine, I’m the other second grade teacher!”

“Hi,” Cassie said, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m glad you’re here! I see you met Melissa already.”

“Ya, she did,” Melissa said from behind Janine, “Whatdya need Janine.”

“Nothing! Just wanted to introduce myself! Actually, I’m trying to get some clocks to teach time…”

“Did you check the teacher supply closet?”

“Yeah but those clocks are made of cardboard and they’re falling apart!”

Melissa sighed, “Okay okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

Janine squealed, “Thank you! Cassiopeia, you are working with the best teacher!”

Cassie laughed as Janine danced out of the room.

“She sure is…energetic,”

“That’s one word for her,” Melissa said, wrestling one of the windows open, “Want me to close the door so you can take off that sweater?”

“You don’t have to! What if one of the teachers need you?”

“They can email me,” Melissa said, closing and locking the door, “Ya look…actually you look pale. Your cheeks are pink but the rest of you looks…” The redhead held her wrist to Cassie’s forehead, “You’re not running a fever. Do you need to go see the nurse?”

“No, I’m fine, Ms. Schemmenti. I’m not sick. I-it’s makeup. I probably put too much concealer on my neck this morning.”

Melissa dropped her hand, “I’m sorry kid, I thought-”

“It’s okay,” Cassie cut her off, “I’m fine. I just…want to get to work.”

“Ya know, if you need someone to talk to…”

“Thanks, but I’d like to grade some of these math tests right now.”

“Okay kid,” Melissa handed her a red pen and a stack of papers, “Make yourself at home wherever.”

Cassiopeia tossed her sweater on one of the desks and went to sit on one of the beanbags in the back. Once she had found a comfortable position to sit in, she pulled out her earbuds, putting one in and starting her playlist while she started grading.

Melissa sat at her desk, glasses perched on her nose as she tried to focus on the papers in front of her. She couldn’t get the girl in her classroom out of her head. She set her pen down and put her head in her hands, thinking back to that morning.

After Cassie had fallen asleep on the couch, Melissa had set to work making the pizza dough. She preferred making it from scratch. The young woman had been curled into a ball and Melissa knew she wasn’t sleeping well. She would whimper or cry out every few minutes but Melissa couldn’t bear to wake her. She had looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in months.

Once the dough was finished, she had knelt on the floor and stroked Cassiopeia’s hair until she settled. She had wiped tears from the sleeping girls face and sung softly to her.

“Ms. Schemmenti?” Cassie said, breaking Melissa from her memories.

“What’s up kid?”

“Do you want me to grade those? You look a little distracted.”

“No, I’m fine. Just a little distracted.”

Cassie nodded and put her earbud back in.

“Melissa,” the door handle jiggled and the redhead jumped up and threw Cassie’s sweater at her.

“I’m coming!”

Cassie tugged her sweater on and Melissa unlocked the door, letting a confused Barbara into the room.

“Hey Barb!” Melissa said.

Barbara looked back and forth between the two, “Is everything okay in here?”

“Of course, Mrs. Howard!” Cassiopeia said, standing up. The second she stood, however, the room began to spin and she swayed slightly.

“Cassiopeia?” Barbara said, rushing across the classroom, “Sweetheart are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she said, sitting back down, “It’s just…it’s just hot in here.”

Barb glanced over at Melissa, who was already rummaging in her mini fridge to get a bottle of water.

“Here kid,” she said, “drink this.”

“Why don’t we take this off…” Barb reached for Cassie’s sweater.

“No!” Cassie and Melissa said at the same time.

“I need my sweater, Mrs. Howard,” Cassie whispered.

“If you say so…” Barb said.

“Kid, you didn’t eat breakfast this morning did you?”

“No…we were in a hurry…”

“Melissa, go get Cassiopeia the apple off my desk,” Barb said.

“I can’t take your food!” Cassie argued.

“You aren’t taking, I am giving it to you. And you will eat it. Stay here. I’m going to see if Ava has a fan we can use to cool you down.”

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maybank-archives · 1 year ago

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act - jj maybank

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warning: +18. NSFW CONTENT. MINORS DNI. roleplaying (ish). oral and vaginal sex.

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"Twenty bucks that the blonde's gonna roll her eyes as soon as you get near her, bud."

"No chance, I'm irresistible; she'll at least give me her number." Another guy confidently replied

"Nah, ain't happening, dude."

I've been eavesdropping on these tourons for the last ten minutes, when slid onto the neighbor stool, they barely glanced my way, that gave me no choice if not listen on their douchey conversation.

From what I understood they’re betting on who could score numbers from the ladies at the bar. I honestly wish them good luck, especially since they're aiming for Kooks, which 1. they don't seem to realize that and 2. huge mistake. But it was damn entraining to watch.

Two of them try to get the girls that are dancing but none of them succeed. I watched them toss cash into the counter as they lost their bet and that money had my name written all over it, now that’s when things get interesting.”

I set my glass on the counter and say, "Can I play?”

They turned to me, their faces sporting a strange mix of curiosity and skepticism.

“Pass. If you lose, you’re the one who has to pay us, and…I don’t think you can afford our little game,” one of them replied cockily.

"I mean, I can play for free just to school y'all on how it's done. Seems like y'all got plenty of time," I shot back, grinning.

“What’s your deal man, you’ve been listening to our conversation this whole time?.”

“You haven’t noticed? That’s why your odds with girls are so low.” I casually teased.

“Then go ahead, big boy. I’ll give you five if she even looks at you,” They laughed contemptuously.

“C’mon Kyle, have more faith in the boy, I'll give you ten.” the other one said mocking me

“All right, do y’all have anyone in mind?.” I asked, turning and examining the room.

“choose your victim, most of them don't even seem to be interested in men.” One of the dark-haired guys says, making the others laugh again.

“What about that one?” I proposed pointing to a girl sitting across the bar, her hair was loose and her pink dress was accentuating her curves, she was cute and wasn’t interacting with anyone, just sitting there with legs crossed observing everyone. Bingo

“Ha, Greg tried that one but she scoffed at him when he tried to open his mouth. Be our guest buddy.” the blonde-haired dude said

“Watch and learn whoever Greg is,” I said tapping the counter and heading in the direction of the girl.

With this body and this face, I’m impressed that just one of those shitheads tried. Lucky me I guess.

“G’night, can I get you a drink?.” I asked leaning my body into the counter slightly toward her.

"I'm good, thanks," she replied, lifting her drink.

She had to tilt her head to glance up at me since she was seated, and I was towered over her. She flashed a brief smile my way before turning her attention elsewhere.

“The next one then?.” I pressed, trying to catch her gaze once more.

“Unfortunately this is my last one.”

“C’mon, the night just started.” I insisted

"I better not have another drink, or I might get tipsy, and you wouldn't want to see what happens when I do." She stated smirking

“Actually I do, I would love to see how bad you can be,” I said edging closer, her knee lightly brushing my hip. I swear I hear her breath hitch at the slight contact.

“Alright, let me lay it out straight for ya.” I bring my lips closer to her ears “You see those dudes all together right behind me?” I asked, staring at her moving my body so she could see them.

She smoothly switched her gaze to the guys and nodded at me.

"They're placing bets on the ladies' numbers and they basically told me I don't stand a chance at catching your eye."

“Well, it seems they’ve already lost something, right?” She stated, looking into my eyes, her lips turned into a smirk.

“Yeah, but when I came here I already had zero interest in your number.” This time, I’m the one who tilts my head whilst I analyze her frame.

She narrowed her eyes. "Oh really? What's your game, then?"

"A kiss," I said casually, my gaze locked on her lips.

"So you can show off to your buddies and prove them wrong? Not happening," she retorted.

“Nah, I’m just testing my intuition and since I saw you, I knew you wanted me.” I casually whispered into her ear. Now I was sure, her breath faltered, I could tell her body was reacting to how close we were.

“You have one hell of an intuition.” She chuckles lightly grazing my arm. “Well, I can’t deny there’s something about you.”

I leaned in even closer, our faces inches apart. "So, you're saying there's a chance?"

Her eyes flickered down to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. "Maybe a small one," she teased.

I gave in to the irresistible temptation. I lean in until our lips press together in a lingering kiss. Her hand found its way to the back of my neck as our hungry lips were locked. As we parted, she smirked, "What’s your intuition telling you now?."

“That I should take you off here.”

“What would your girlfriend say about this?” She asked, biting her lips. I give her a dirty smile.

“She would say: “Please let me come JJ..” I teased her planting a wet kiss on her neck

I smile as I see the reaction on Y/N’s face.

She jumps out of her stool and grabs my hand dragging me to the exit, I make sure to wink and snatch the money out of those douches hands before leaving.

I guess this is my lucky night. Nope, I didn't trick those guys, my girlfriend was the one who suggested the little act at the bar, destiny put those dudes next to me with all that cash. I just so happen to be there and be good with my lady.

Which right now is very sex-starved, if she could she would rip her clothes into the bar’s bathroom and let me fuck her right there which honestly is not a problem to me. But she was painfully patient to get home and allowed me to give her a proper treatment.

“Baby, please…” She cries as I kiss her

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.”

“I want you…now.” she drags the words with her moans “I want this.” Y/N palms cover my package and my erection nearly hammers its way out of my pants.

“My girlfriend will not like this.”

“I'm sure she will, she actually wants me to take you with my mouth.”

That's it. Goodbye, roleplay. I might explode before taking my underwear.

I'm kissing Y/N before either of us can move an inch, My tongue slides through her parted lips in a greedy stroke. She gasps with delight and kisses me back, her tongue tangling with mine for a few mind-melting seconds before she kisses her way toward my neck. The next second she's unzipping me and slowly sinking into her knees.

“Take your clothes off, baby.” She seductively demands

I kick my boots and pants off quickly. As I peel off my shirt, Y/N digs her nails into my abs, making me curse under my breath. I'm starting to worry that I won't last long.

Y/N leans forward kissing the tip of my dick, I rub my fingers into her lips, and she teases me with slow and gentle movements, I cup the back of her head and urge her closer. She looks up at me and opens her mouth on command, sliding half of my length inside.

As always, she drives me crazy alternating between deep wet sucks and gentle licks of her tongue. The noises…Man, these whimpers and breathy moans make me insane.

I rock my hips, slowly, trying to keep it under control, until her mouth is wrapped tightly around my base, then, I'm a goner.

My brain is filled with pleasure, so much so that my body almost fails me. Buried in her throat, I go off without thinking. Y/N swallows all my liquid and gives me one final stroke before rising to her feet.

“You did so well, baby,” I said picking her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, our lips met once again. I kiss her until we're breathless. I carry her to the bed and pull her off her dress just to find out that, fuck me, no bra, just a tiny pantie.

Our lips were locked again when I advanced on her until she had no choice but to lay down completely. I get on my knees on the bed and bring my hand in between her legs, her hips jerks off the bed as I rub her clit.

“Barely touched you, baby girl,” I said teasing

I make sure to give her the taste of her own medicine and slowly remove the underwear. I plant wet kisses on her tights and legs before sliding my fingers onto her. My girlfriend squirms against my finger. I add another one curling them both.

Groaning, I get on my knees, spread her legs with my free hand, and bury myself in between her legs. As soon my tongue touches her slit, Y/N moan so loud that was music to my ears. I pump my fingers a couple more times while kissing and sucking her wetness until my dick can’t take it anymore.

“Jay..get inside me.” She begs

“On it ma’am”

With a grin, I guide my cock inside her. Both of us groan when I slide deeper, she wraps her legs around my waist almost like it’s not enough for her. I resist the urge to go fast and keep my movements calm, but again, Y/N is more needed than usual, her nails dig into my abs giving scratches.

“God, please…” She whines.

“Someone is with no patience today.” I grow, adjusting my arms on her side, my thrusts are more frantic, she bulks her hips upwards deepening our contact. I grab her hips giving a firm squeeze as I pound onto her. I let go of one of my hands, to stroke her clit, her moans became more breathless and desperate.

“I’m gonna come.” She cries, without thinking I take my hands out of clit. Remember what I said earlier? With a second she will be begging.

“Please let me come JJ.” Y/N moans just as I predicted.

I rub her clit again and keep my pace fast until I see her shake under me. It takes me a couple more thrusts to release feeling loopy and with my balls still tingling I collapse next to her.

“Holy shit.” She mumbles between her breath.

“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t.”

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shootingstarwritings · 6 months ago

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"Old Men are Cute"

Maria was a young woman with an obsession to two things: cute things and the occult. Combined with a particular knack with spells, she was an entertaining member of her university’s underground witch club. Those lacking the innate talent relied on her to cast a spell on them to live out their fantasies. Her seniors would often laugh and enjoy the little misadventures Maria would tell to the club. “It’s another tale of the witch Maria, cuteness maestro,” she would sometimes proclaim before launching into another tale.

The title had little competition as all of Maria’s club members agreed that her definition of “cute,” was as eccentric as she was. “Old men,” she had responded when asked about her type of guy. “They’re the cutest. By far.”

It was due to that talent and unique mind-set that her friend, Frankie, would figure she would put the new spell he had found to good use. “Astral… projection?” she read out loud. Frankie had come bursting into her room, brandishing the sheet and babbling away far too quickly for her to understand. “Frankie, dear, what’s this new spell you got cooking?”

“Found it in my granny’s old stuff,” he said, a sassy hand on his hip. “Think a freak like you can handle it? Seems difficult to pull off.”

“Spells, dick, our landlord, I can handle anything,” Maria said, her chest puffed up with pride. The two looked it over for a while, exchanging notes as they tried to translate the runes. Handling the weathered page was difficult, but after a few hours and a tea break later, they finally had a firm grasp of the spell.

“Phew! Girl, are you sure you’re gonna be able to handle something like that?” Frankie asked her.

“Yeah, of course! Stuff like this is really useful. Like, body swapping into hot guys and jerking off is fun, but it’s difficult to handle because there’s always a straight guy just going, ‘Nah bitch, give me back my body. Hate this lower back pain and mentally ill brain.’” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I know that my boobs aren’t big, but c’mon! Just enjoy the ride. And shapeshifting is also tricky. Boys don’t like it when they suddenly have a long-lost twin trying to pick up guys at the club.”

Frankie sighed. “You really are a freak on a whole ‘nother level. Well, I can keep an eye on your body and cast a spell to make sure it’s nice and healthy until you come back.”

Maria grinned. “Thanks, bestie. You always know exactly what to say.”

“But you gotta cover my rent for the month.”

Maria’s smile dropped, but she still agreed. Taking a deep breath, she allowed her mana to gather. The room darkened as the very light in the space she occupied gathered around her. She raised her hand and grasped an object that came to existence in that very instance.

“A bottle…?” wondered Frankie. Magic always took on the eccentricities of their caster. What exactly was Maria doing…?

Maria twisted the cap and slowly pulled it out. Frankie let out an aggravated sigh as he saw the plastic bubble wand in her hands. Maria, unperturbed at her rude audience, took a deep breath and blew through the hole. A barrage of bright pink bubbles flew through the air, heading straight for a closed window.

Before Frankie could think of opening it, the wave of bubbles phased through the glass. Meanwhile, Maria’s body grew limp before finally collapsing onto her bed. To any oblivious party, she appeared fast asleep.

“Well, guess I get a quiet afternoon,” said Frankie as he prepared to cast a few protective wards on Maria’s body.

Meanwhile, Maria’s soul flew through the air like a pack of hot-pink, hungry locusts. She had the perfect target in mind for her little playtime. Her literature professor, Mr. Jeong, was a stoic, well-dressed, and masculine hunk of a man. That’s why he made the perfect guy to invade first. With Maria in the wheel, she could bring out a sort of ‘contrast,’ that only men like him could pull of.

Mr. Jeong’s office hours were just about to wrap up, so Maria flew towards his office. People looked up and stared at the mass of bubbles that somehow knew where they were going, but Maria merely drank up the attention. All they could do was look up and stare as Maria soared without wings. Much of her life was spent as as a ‘have-not,’ but with magic she would become a ‘have-it-all.’ That was her promise to herself, and she intended to keep it.

As expected, Mr. Jeong was wearing another dull suit and a boring pair of slacks on a Friday afternoon. He was too busy sitting by his desk, scrolling through essays from his students to notice Maria’s myriad of bubbles staring at him through the window. ‘You’re mine, Mr. Hunk!’ thought Maria as she flew through the window. To experiment, she allowed just one bubble to phase through his back.

Mr. Jeong’s body tightened and shivered. His hips jerked forward, almost propelling him off his chair. For Maria, she could feel just a bit of Mr. Jeong’s weighty form. Her experiment was over. Now it was time for the real thing. Maria’s bubbles all surged forward and slammed into Mr. Jeong’s back and ass. Mr. Jeong let out a high-pitched moan as waves of pleasure surged from his back and focused on his ass and dick. “Argh…! Ah! Ahhh…!” His back arched into a C as Maria’s soul ruthlessly pounded and flowed into him. “N-No…” He gripped the armrests on his chair and tried to lift himself up, but there was little he could do as Maria’s essence flooded and overwhelmed his on. His fat ass slammed onto his chair as his whole body convulsed. Soon, his eyes shut and his body relaxed.

Maria let out a moan with Mr. Jeong’s deep voice as she stretched her stolen body. “Oh yeah…” she whispered to herself, smirking as she ran calloused hands down the tight and thick thighs hidden beneath the boring slacks. She took out his phone, relying on the face recognition to unlock it, and turned the camera on. She pused his lips, smirked, and stuck his tongue out with his eyes staring up at the ceiling. With each out of character face, she made sure to take a selfie and send it to her own number. She needed to make sure she had proof to show the club of her little escapade.

Satisfied, Maria pocketed the phone and began to run her hands down the nice, hunky chest. “Now what should we do, Mr. Jeong? It’s Friday, your office hours are up, and we got all weekend to show the campus another side of you.”

A few hours later, Maria browsed Mr. Jeong’s phone once more as she leaned back into his old recliner. She searched for the latest picture she had taken of his body and sent it to Frankie.

It took only a few seconds for the phone to start blowing up with messages containing nothing but nonsense. Then, she received a phone call.

“Are you crazy?!” Frankie yelled from the other line. “What about his private life? Are you gonna just ruin it all?”

Chuckling, Maria said, “Relax, bestie. I got it covered. His girlfriend’s out for the weekend, so it’s just me, this DILF bod, and the four walls I’m gonna stain with his old man cum. Maybe I’ll even stain his brand new Hello Kitty slippers that I bought with,” she clicked her tongue as she patted the fat wallet in her pocket, “all of his credit cards.”

“I dunno. Still seems kinda risky…”

Ugh, how annoying. Frankie always got nervous ever since he had nearly turned his father into a vegetable while rewriting his memories. Even after Maria had fixed up the spell and even made Frankie’s dad a little bit more bisexual as a treat! However, Maria knew every single chink in Frankie’s armor.

Taking a deep breath, Maria leaned back on the recliner and let out a guttural moan. To add to it, she made sure to spread her powerful legs.

“Uh, um, uh… w-well…”

“And get this, Frankie,” Maria chuckled as she put the cherry on top. “Y’know when you were guessing just how much this body was packing?” She patted Mr. Jeong’s crotch, grinning madly as his cock began to swell and even leak. “You underestimated him.”

“...I’ll be right over.”

#male possession #spirit possession #female to male possession #f2m possession #see I COULD work on stuff that's not finished #or I could let the ADHD take me to lands unexplored

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mr-m-murdock · 2 years ago

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REQ!! jealous nat x flirtatious r ?? reader that makes nat jealous on purpose.

fuck around and find out

warnings: idk. possessiveness?

a/n: jealousy? god tier. thank you anon (free beefy!nat crumbs for ya too)

The drink that the bartender sets down in front of you is pink and yellow, and there's a pink straw and a tiny cocktail umbrella lolling against the edge of the glass.

"Uh..." you say. "Don't think I ordered that, thanks."

"It's from the lady at the end, blue dress," he replies. He shrugs. "I can tell her to back off if you want." He can probably see Nat glaring at you from across the room. Or maybe he saw her making out with you on one of the couches less than ten minutes ago.

You shake your head. "Nah, thanks." You lift the glass in the direction of the woman at the other end of the bar, and she watches you take a sip with a smile on her face. So it's gonna be one of those kind of nights. You've already made up your mind, anyway - Natasha's been irritating you all evening. Taste of her own goddamn medicine.

You take a sip as the woman sits down beside you. It tastes strongly of pineapple. “Fruity,” you say, and you look her up and down. Her dress is stunning.

She laughs. "I've got an intuition for that kind of thing," she replies, and she shifts closer to you.

"You come here with anyone?" you ask. You don't usually play it deliberately obtuse, and she gives you an odd look.

"No," she says. "All alone." She's tall, all legs, and she's looking at you like she wants to take you home. You consider, if this were happening four months ago, would you let her? She's your type: confident in her dominance and ready for anything the second she set eyes on you.

Maybe.

She's still looking at you, not perturbed by your silence, and loose hair has fallen from behind her ear. You take another sip of your gifted drink.

You can see reflections shift in the mirrored bar top - time's almost up.

"So where are you from?" you ask, leaning forward, forearm on the smooth bar top. The woman grins at you.

"Chicago," she says. A shadow rears in the reflective counter.

"Oh really? Is it cold there?" You might as well be batting your eyelashes at her, but you can see the exact second the woman realises who's stepped up behind you.

Natasha's hand lands on your shoulder firmly.

You tilt your head back a little and look up at her: you can see the gold of her necklace glinting against her collarbone and a curl of red hair, but the rest of her face is lost in the bright overhead lights. Her shoulders are tight. "Hey, babe," you say. You lay your hand on top of hers and squeeze.

"Hi," she says. Her voice is masterfully clear and casual. "Who's this?" You can hear her eyebrows raise.

"I'm making friends," you reply, cheerful as what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it can be. The woman, in the corner of your eye, looks like she's about to on-god pass out.

"The taxi's just pulled up," Natasha says. You look up at her and she looks down at you: undecipherable. She's so good at it. You have such an urge to make her crack.

You frown. "It's barely past midnight, I haven't even-"

"I'm tired." She cuts you off - not sharp, but firm. She's situating herself in control, where she always is. Up in her seat with your head on her knee.

The woman turns away awkwardly. Natasha thumbs at your cheek, and it would be a sweet touch if you couldn't feel the edge of her nail dragging against your skin. Oh, she's so bored of you getting on her nerves. You want to push her further.

You shrug and detach yourself from her grip, turning to the bar and taking a careless sip of your drink. "I'll join you at home."

She laughs, out loud: and she must not mean to, because it's quiet and restrained. But she takes it in her stride. "Don't be an idiot, you have to be up tomorrow morning." She tugs at your hair affectionately.

"I'm a big girl," you say, feigning annoyance, and you pull your hair out of her reach and take another sip of your drink. It's intensely sweet.

When you look up at her again, straw still halfway into your mouth, she's searching your face. It's possible that she can't tell whether you're being deliberately obtuse and annoying, or whether you're more drunk than you seem and are actually insisting on staying. She must come to a conclusion: her expression closes off.

"I'm going home, then," she says. A test. How exciting.

"Okay." You pluck the paper umbrella from your drink and reach up to tuck it behind her ear. Then you give her a smile and you pull the straw into your mouth and suck.

She gives you a murderous look that slides quickly off her face.

Then she turns away and walks out.

You give it ten seconds before you can't do it any longer, unable to stop from grinning to yourself, and then you slide off your seat and make after her, leaving your drink at the bar.

She's already in the elevator; fuck, but she's fast in heels.

"Nat!" you say, quickening your pace. For a second, as she turns in the elevator to look at you, you think she's not going to hold the doors. But she does, waving a lazy, reluctant hand between them, and they bounce back open. You stagger in, a little windswept, and she crosses her arms at you.

You wait until the doors slide closed again.

"Sorry," you say, not sorry at all. "I was joking." You're not even trying to hide your smile now. "Are you really going home?"

"You're really fucking annoying," she says, through gritted teeth. All pretenses dropped. "I was having a nice time, for once."

"You didn't have to storm out," you say. Your smile is splitting your face now. She's so jealous. You step up to her and link your arms around her waist. In her heels, she's taller than you, and you can feel the muscles in her back when you twist your fingers into her dress. She looks down at you blankly. "Did you get a bit possessive?" you tease.

Natasha doesn't answer for a while. She just stares at you, mouth working ever so slightly. Then she steps forward, so forcefully you have to move back, and she backs you up against the wall of the elevator without even putting a hand on you. You feel the whine of machinery against the back of your skull. She presses her forehead down against yours and sets her palms against the wall either side of your head.

"You're very brave," she says, "to be playing games with me." Her teeth flash. You grin up at her, holding her close, relishing in the excitement her voice elicits in your belly.

"You're such a big bad wolf, huh?" you say. You run your fingers down her back and feel her shudder in response, her eyes momentarily closing. "So big and bad you won't even let your girlfriend talk to other women?"

"I'm not stopping you from doing whatever you want," Natasha says. She kisses your cheek, the promise of something worse beyond her lips. "I'm just reminding you that there are consequences." Those last words are spoken directly into your cheekbone.

"Big bad wolf," you say again, a whisper this time. "Woof, woof."

Natasha's lips move from your cheek to your neck, kissing you over the chain of your necklace. She takes it in her teeth and moves it aside. She presses another kiss, open-mouthed, over your pulse, then laughs when she feels the quick-set beat beneath your skin. You can't help it. She drives you crazy. "Oh, baby," she murmurs. "Do you get such a kick out of embarrassing me?"

"Yes," you breathe. The chrome of the elevator is hazy now. "You're so pretty when you're angry."

She doesn't answer you. Then you feel her teeth on your skin. More, more, until it's painful. She's right up against you, and one hand drops to creep up your thigh, bunching up your dress.

You take in a huge breath of air, but the vertigo of the elevator and the feel of her mouth at your neck is dizzying. "Oh, fuck," you whine. "Nat, we shouldn't do this here." You make a reluctant attempt at pushing her away and she growls into your neck. The other hand pushes at your breastbone, pressing you hard to the wall.

The bell goes for the first floor and she pulls away, leaving you panting against the wall. She inspects the side of your neck, ignoring the pitiful look you're giving her. The side of her mouth lifts up.

The realisation hits you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaim, as the elevator doors slide open.

Your head whips round. Tony Stark, with four other Avengers at his shoulders, stares at the two of you. "Oh," he says. He takes in your face, where you know a bright flush has spread, and the crumpled fabric of your dress, and the hickey Nat just gave you, and he starts to grin. "Romanoff, you dog," he says.

Words fail you. You're not sure they would have made anything better, with the way five superheroes are gaping at you. Bruce Banner is almost as red as you.

Nat takes your hand and tugs you forward. "Excuse me," she says, and she drags you right through the little crowd, purposefully shunting Stark aside, and into the bright foyer.

You follow, your burning face to the floor, and you wait until you're sat in the safe, dark confines of Natasha's passenger seat to turn and glare at her. You're still blushing, and that probably detracts from how angry you're trying to look.

"You look cute in that dress," she says, conversationally. The streetlights flicker over the smirk that's growing on her lips.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you exclaim, your voice hysterically high. "You asshole!"

"I don't think I know what you mean," Natasha replies, making a smooth right turn.

"Don't know what I mean my ass," you growl. "You marked me up and then paraded me past all your friends!" She grins at the windscreen and you groan and sink your face into your hands. "Oh, god, that was mortifying." Bruce Banner's face swims in your mind's eye.

You feel her hand, warm, land on your thigh.

"You are so making it up to me," you grumble.

Nat's laughing at you, quiet, just a triumphant little snicker. She fingers the hem of your dress, then pulls her hand away to flick on her indicator. "I'm not making anything up to you," she says. You glare at her through your fingers, and she's grinning at you. "You started it, sweetheart. This is how it ends." And with deft hands, she makes another turn. True to her word, she doesn't make it up to you. In the end, you make it up to her: and you're not sure how that exchange happened.

But really, it was your fault. You should have picked a less sadistic girlfriend.

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oxpogues4lifexo · 4 months ago

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Keeping Up With The Camerons

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Keeping up with the Camerons

Episode 2 - A Helping Hand

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Coming up!

“You just know they’re doing it”

“He’s a person like the rest of us. Ward just fails to realise it.”

“She’s a princess and he’s.. well.. the devil at his finest.”

“God just kiss already..”

“Your sister! Has been talking to the Pogue down on the south side.”

“Bella’s with that asshole today ain’t she! Gonna go check on her be right back.”

“You uh you know Sarah?”

“I’ve been speaking to her actually..”

“Rafe!! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I wasn’t talking to you was I?”

“That’s my job! And it has been for 16 years.”

Kooks. And Pogues. Two tribes. One island.

Or in this case..

The Camerons. Kildare. One family. The whole island.

I am your host Ryan Seacrest, and THIS is Keeping up with the Camerons!

This episode includes the bts footage the Camerons don’t know you can see, forgetting that there are cameras in every crevice of their life not just in the hands of my camera crew! (Written in pink)

“We have a busy day today! I’m taking Bella down to the docks where we’re going to help out with the boats. That’s what we do around here, we help out, do charity work! It makes you a better person. Me and Bella do it whenever she’s got a free day from the club. Other days it’s just me on my own. She likes to help out, it’s like payback for me letting her into my home. That’s what she says anyways!” Ward chuckles, his hand running through his fluffy strands. Today, Ward’s dressed more casually. A pair of dark blue jeans hugged around his legs with a checkered shirt sat loosely on his torso; the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. His watch still held around his wrist tightly.

“Right! Bella up and attem sweetheart!! Big day ah-“ He claps his hands before pausing in the hall between his office and the living room, frowning at the room infront of him. The boys were all sat around the living room, shouting and swearing as the tv shows their video game. Topper and Callum were playing a heated 1v1.

Ward steps closer as his brow furrows, looking round into the kitchen before his eyes take the back of Rafe’s head, “Where’s Bella?”

Rafe swings his head round, mouth wide as if he realised something horrible; infact he was just shocked to see his dad still here. It was around 10:30 and the sun had filled the room; but Ward had been talking with Ryan all morning. “She’s..” He stands up suddenly, his hands pushing through his hair as his eyes widen. “She’s in my room! I’ll go get her.” He jogs up the stairs, his sneakers squeaking up every step.

Ward goes over to the others, “What’s this your playing?”

“Shh shh, hang on!” Topper waves him away as he sits forward on his knees.

“They’re playing COD!” Kelce explains not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Like the fish?” Ward questions genuinely, confused as to what any of this means.

Kelce gives him a laugh as he shakes his head, an answer hanging from his lips before Callum screams, “Fuck!!” He slams the controller on the table sitting back as his hands run over his face.

Topper laughs at him, high-fiving Kelce. “Aw someone a sore loser?”

Callum doesn’t answer, but only stares at him. Ward laughs away the tension, “You lot here all day?” He leans his hands against the back of the couch behind Toppers head.

Sarah comes downstairs, walking over to Ward and wrapping her arms round his belly as she rests her head on his chest. “Good morning beautiful..” He kisses the top of her head.

Topper looks up at Ward, giving Sarah a smile, “Nah I’m out with Sarah today!”

“I’m staying with Rafe.” Callum spreads his legs, his pink shorts sitting up to his knees as a light t-shirt hangs from his body. His big arms hooked around the back of his head, his fingers fiddling with the small patch of sandy hair at the nape of his neck.

“Yeah I don’t mind them letting themselves over. I mean Toppers dating my daughter and Callum’s welcome whenever. It’s just nice to know when and where, you know? If I’m coming home from a stressful day I’d wanna know if I’m going to have to deal with lots of people around my house. Especially with the cameras here at the moment.”

Rafe reaches his room, knocking on the door lightly, "Bella?"

"Come in!" Bella exclaims bubbly. He lets himself in, peaking round the door incase she was changing despite her offer to come inside.

"Hey." She smiles softly, pulling her top over her head. Rafe goes over to help her, pulling her hair out her top.

"Hey." The corners of his lips lift as his eyes catch hers for a moment; Bella blushes, giggling nervously as she walks past him; sitting on the edge of the bed to slip her shoes on.

"Wards ready to leave!" Rafe kneels down, taking the laces from her hands and tying them gently.

A smile forms against Bella's lips as she sits back up, "I know. I woke up late. Wheezie came in like five minutes ago saying she's going out."

Rafe laughs along under his breath, tapping her shoe as a 'there you go' before moving to the next. "You out all day? Was hoping to do something with you today. We haven't really seen each other this week. Kinda miss you.." He mutters, almost too quiet but she nods along, a small smile pulling at her cheeks.

She leans down, lifting a bit of hair that had fallen over Rafe's eye, "I'm sure we could do something later! Maybe we could go out on the boat or something?" She reassures, lifting her words near the end to bring his attention up to her.

He nods, a smirk tugging at his lips as he stands up, putting out his hand for her to take,

"Okay. Cant wait." He places a kiss to her head as he wraps his arm around her neck, hand still holding hers as he takes her downstairs.

"Me and Rafe rarely ever get time alone really, I mean we don't have any reason to see each other outside of our friend group because what more is there to do? But I can never really tell if he means it or not you know. Like if he really does want to see me or he's just saying it because he feels like he has to!" Bella shrugs, a slight frown crossing her brows as she forces a smile. "It doesn't really matter." She throws her hands up as she lets out a quiet laugh.

“You look after her a’ight. Wan’ her back here in one piece.” Callum demands, his eyebrows raising as his eyes lock onto Ward. Wards face scrunches in offence, his words making Ward sound incapable of taking care of someone.

“She’ll be fine Callum.” He answers plainly, fed up with his constant distrust.

“Here you are sir!” Rafe steps down from the stairs, holding his hand out towards Ward as he takes Bella’s hand to help her walk down ahead of him. The others look up as she giggles.

The boys all look at one another and laugh, muttering something the cameras were unable to pick up.

“Rafe’s definitely.. different around Bella. When he’s with her too long he gets um..” Topper pauses, his fingers meeting the bridge of his nose as he holds back from laughing again.

Callum places his arm on Topper’s shoulder as he moves into shot, “He turns soft! Thats what happens. He forgets he’s a guy.” Topper snickers, removing himself from the shot to calm himself down. “I mean he just..”

Topper takes a deep breath as he stands back up, Cal’s arm taking his shoulder once again, very evidently showing off his height. “He means that Rafe seems to age down when around her for too long. As if he’s not almost a 20 year old man! He loses his sense of decency.”

“To be honest I don’t even know who he is around her.” Callum grumbles, scratching his brow and Topper nods along.

“Nah you just know they’re doing it.” Toppers obvious lie forces him to laugh despite trying to hold it back. The thought in Callum’s mind causes him to physically gag as he sticks up his middle finger to Toppers face and leaves, back inside.

Topper snickers, looking back at the camera once more, shrugging his shoulders, “I mean we’d never know even if they were, don’t know why I’m the bad guy?” He lets out a menacing laugh before running inside back to annoy Callum.

“Ah there you are!” Ward announces, as Sarah takes herself from his hold. She joins Topper on the couch whilst Ward pulls Bella in for a hug.

“You’re welcome..” Rafe mutters to himself, rolling his eyes as he goes back over to the couch and takes the controller for himself. Bella’s eyes follow him heavily.

“I see the way Ward treats Rafe. He doesn’t care. Or atleast he doesn’t let on that he cares! It kills to see Rafe the way he gets when Ward doesn’t appreciate him. Like earlier when he expected atleast a ‘thank you’ for something. I don’t know what it was but I knew he was upset over it! He tries so hard for him yet Ward doesn’t notice.” Bella bats her lashes, dabbing the corners of her eyes that teared up by the mere thought of Rafe being treated the wrong way. “Sorry!” She laughs at herself, waving a hand over her face as she sniffles; calming herself back into sanity.

“He um.. he calls me a lot during the night when me and Cal are at home, to ask if I’d stay up with him and just talk. I hate hearing him sniffling and stuff across the phone and not being able to do anything. I do try my best for Rafe, he deserves it from atleast someone!” She smiles softly, looking through the glass doors at Rafe on the couch. With a shrug of her shoulders she speaks up again, “He’s a person like the rest of us. Ward just fails to realise it.”

“Well kids we’re off! See you tonight for dinner.” His hand finds Sarah’s head as he squeezes lightly, causing a small laugh to fall from her lips as the others say their goodbyes.

Wards hand meets Bella’s as he guides her to the door, she turns back and waves one last ‘bye’ to the cameras before they make their way out to the car outside.

Ward holds the door for Bella as she lifts herself into the passenger seat. She wore a floral pink skirt and a white tank top as the weather today was a hot one.

“So I’m guessing it’s your episode today?” Bella watches Ward drive, focusing on the road and she glances back at the camera.

“Yep! I’m first. We’re going to the docks today aren’t we?” He turns to her, smiling brightly as he nods his head towards her, his voice soft and calming.

“Does he always speak to you like that?”

“Like what sorry?” She tilts her head, confused as Ward hadn’t spoken to her in quite a while. She was sat on the edge of one of the piers, her feet swinging just above the waters surface, next to a friendly face.

“Shit you don’t hear it Bell’?” She looks at him, eyes wide, brows furrowed. Not understanding what exactly she’s missing. “He babies you so hard!”

“He does not??” She watches his expressions as he snickers under his breath, his lips squished shut to try not letting it out. “John B stop!!” She pushes his face to get him to stop but it only makes it worse. He lets out a loud cackle.

“He so does Bella! Like everyone sees it!! But you know.. it’s cos your his favourite ‘n all.” He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head towards her so their noses were touching.

She giggles, forcing a frown on her brows as she sighs. “Shut up..”

He sits up suddenly, holding his chest in his palm, his mouth fallen agape as he stares at her. She giggles once more, “Okay.. maybe he does a- a little?”

“That’s the closest you’re gonna get to a yes so take it!” John B shrugs at Ryan, Bella looks up at him in disbelief as she smacks his chest, “She abuses me! You see that?”

She tuts rolling her eyes to the camera, “I do not!! Tell him I don’t!” She pleads to him, desperation filling her eyes as her kindness is very dear to herself.

He laughs again, pulling her into him, his arm sat round her neck, “Nah she’s nice I guess.” He playfully rolls his eyes, rubbing his fist through her hair. She sits up, pulling away from his grip as she stares at him. He lifts himself from the pier and runs the opposite direction quickly followed by Bella as she shouts for him.

“She’s probably the nicest person on the island if I’m being honest. Like if you need her, she’s there you know.” John B laughs, his hand pushing his hair from his face. “It’s why I don’t understand how she’s friends with Rafe?? Like she could’ve been friends with atleast Sarah or something you get what I’m saying. But no. Rafe. They’re like the complete opposites, she’s a princess and he’s.. well.. the devil at his finest. It doesn’t make sense. But I guess when she looks the way she does and she’s as sweet as she is, you don’t really care who you're friends with.”

“Yes!” She turns her body back to the cameras, holding that same precious smile she always wears. “We normally just help out with the boats and transport anything the others can’t. It’s an easy day to be fair! Theres alot of people down there to help.”

“You spend your time with that John B kid don’t you!” Ward brings up, trying to keep the conversation going, “Those two are practically siblings. Always messing about and not actually helping.” He takes a moment to look at her, raising an eyebrow.

She giggles, eyes widening at the camera as Ward rats her out, “Umm.. no?” She mutters, rolling her eyes playfully. “I mean we make helping out fun! That.. that counts?”

“Mm..” Ward agrees unconvincingly, letting out a small chuckle before turning the corner to the docks; he places his hand gently against her stomach to urge her to sit back in her chair, “She is a big help nonetheless!” She smiles in the rearview mirror at the camera.

His hand squeezes her knee before stopping the car. “You want to entertain for a moment I have to go sort something out..” he mutters to her and she merely nods, pulling a smile on her lips as she gets out the car.

She guides Ryan and the camera crew down to the piers, waving and saying hello to the men passing by.

“Hey darling! How’re you this morning?”

“Hi Heyward, I’m good thank you! Howre you?”

“I’m alright thanks sweetheart! Just hot is all.”

The sun was high up in the sky; clear of clouds as the temperature grew warmer. The water was reflecting like crystals along the shore and against all the boats as the old wood of the piers creaked with every step of each body that walked over it. The wind picked up and fell, evident in the way Bella’s hair would sway in the wind and her skirt would lift and drop as she skipped.

Ryan’s, and the crew’s, eyes sat proudly on her face. The whole parade Ward threw yesterday caused a slight uneasiness amongst the group. Bella bounced along the docks before stopping infront of a fishing shop more locally known as ‘Hooks and Kooks’.

“So this is where we work!” She holds her hands up to show off the area. “Over there..” she points at the rows of boats, covered in masses of men heaving boxes, “..Is where we put all the fish and equipment to transport! Andddd,” she looks around before pointing her manicured nail at a young boy, “That’s John B! He's currently.. he’s refilling the diving equipment on the boats!”

The camera zooms in on the boy, his hair fluffy and windswept. He wore a grey bandana loosely around his neck with a pair of blue shorts and a washed T-shirt that looked as though it was covered in some sort of substance; blood, water, something or other. He was carrying a large metal tank back into one of the boats, his muscles sweating under the sun.

As the camera pulls back, Bella had begun her way over, “John B!” She waves as he notices her. He drops the tank down before hopping out the boat and a large smile appears on his face. He rubs his sweat-covered hands on his shirt, before running one through his hair, pushing away the strands from his eyes.

She reaches him, opening her arms as he pulls her into his chest deeply.“Long time no see Bells! Thought you were dead.” He laughs against her ear making her pull away and frown, tilting her head as she laughs.

“Thanks for checking up.” She stares at him and he just lets out a laugh, his hand finding his hair once again as the wind took over its movement.

“So uh.. you got caught up in the show then?” He nods his head toward Ryan.

“Mhm!” She nods, following his gaze to the cameras beside them. “Well I kinda walked in on it yesterday and now Wards dragged me along today so.. I guess I have!” She giggles, her cheeks reddening at the realisation. She plays with the hem of her skirt as John B looks back at the cameras.

Ryan nods, lifting a hand to him. “I’m Ryan!” He steps forward giving him a hand. John B takes it and smiles, nodding back, “I’m John B!” He turns back to Bella, “Where’s Ward?”

She shrugs scratching at her eyebrow as she looks around, “He said he had to do something. So we’re in charge now!” She laughs, bouncing up on her toes to hook her arm around his neck; her head rested against his.

“Hm..” he chuckles, looking at her as his hand finds the small of her back, “I’m liking the sound of this.”

"Heyward!" Ward announces, open arms and a big grin.

"Hey Mr C! Looking good today as always." He nods, a smile pulling at his lips.

"Same to you Bob. What was the issue?" He looked around, frowning at the lack of problems.

Heyward bends a finger, gesturing him to follow as he leads him out to his boat; pointing to the crates of groceries inside, "It's all gone off! All of it! I left it all in ice over night but it's all mouldy already. We can't give that out to the island like that but it's too late to order in more?" His brows furrow as he turns back to await Wards response.

Ward bites his lip, a brow dipped as he holds his jaw, contemplating the options. He walks back off inside, causing only more confusion to drown Heyward.

"-Yes.. please!" Ward steps back outside, squinting under the sun whilst scanning the groceries. "That'll do thank you!" He nods as he pushes his phone back in his pocket, looking up at Heyward with a grin. "Sorted! More groceries will arrive anytime now." He pats Heywards shoulder.

"What- How? I mean thank you!"

Ward chuckles, "I know a few people."

"Thank you Ward!"

“Sorry I had to go speak to Heyward about the transport. He called me earlier to say there was trouble!” Ward readjusted his watch as he steps outside to the cameraman that waited for him. “The kids alright? Doing good work?” He speaks to the man behind the camera as if he was allowed to answer but Ward knew he couldn’t. He just wanted to make conversation for the audience.

He makes his way down to the pier where the two were working.

“Hey Mr Cameron!” A blonde boy tips his cap to Ward as another boy around the same age steers the boat into an empty spot.

“Hi JJ. Call me Ward remember kid?”

“Jayj!!!” Bella shouts, dropping a crate of fish quickly, causing John B to flinch slightly. He looks up and watches as Bella runs off towards the other boy.

“Bella?” He frowns as he opens his arms for her to jump into, spinning her around fast on his feet. He squeezes her tightly, letting her feet feel the ground without letting go. “Shit I’ve missed you..” He mutters as a smile pulls at his lips.

“Yeah I missed you too, J!” She goes in for another hug, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Bella, working remember?” Ward pipes up, almost ordering her as she lifts herself from JJ’s grip with a slight groan.

“Yes ma’am!” She takes JJ’s hat, tipping it to him and placing it to her head before skipping off back to help John B. JJ follows suit, placing himself on a wooden crate beside the boat.

Ward chuckles to himself as he presses a palm to the last boys back, “Pope!”

“Sir!” He nods to him, heading off in the opposite direction.

“So me and Bella are loading up all the boats, these boys here are taking them around the island and John B’s handling the equipment!” Ward recaps despite Bella’s explanation previously. “They’re a great help despite everything my son speaks about them. It’s funny how one persons point of view can be completely different to your own!”

“Ward, helping remember?” Bella looks at him, hands on her hips as she raises an eyebrow. Her foot tapping away at the floor of the pier.

He laughs unknowingly as his eyebrows jerk at her words. He jogs over and before she could react to the realisation of his next move, he had already tackled her; pulling her over his shoulder and spinning her around across the wood. Giggles and struggles left her mouth, causing the boys next to them to smile.

JJ watches, his lips never shifting. “You gotta stop before you bust bro.” John B nudges his side with an elbow.

“Shut up man!” He pushes his arm off him. “Cant be happy to see my best friend again?”

“Little too happy if you ask-” He mutters before getting cut short by the palm of JJ’s hand meeting the back of his head; a groan falling from his lips.

“Boys behave!” Ward had dropped Bella by now, making his way over to the two. “Jesse don’t you have jobs to do?”

JJ shrugs, “Nah I got like 5 minutes bro don’t worry ‘bout me!” He chuckles, enjoying the look on Ward’s face.

“Ward, can I talk to JJ until he leaves? I haven’t seen him all week!” Bella hops over, pulling a sweeter smile than the last if that was somehow possible. She holds her hands behind her back as she sways side to side, trying her absolute best to convince him as if he needed convincing in the first place.

He sighs, knowing the answer before she even asked the question; nodding, causing her to jump up and down like a child. “Five minutes!” He holds up a hand to her face and she giggles.

“Thank youuuu, thank you, thank you!!” Bella sings as she hugs him. He steps out the way and takes John B back to the boat to finish with the crates.

“So Bells, how's your boyfriend?” JJ swings his feet against the wooden crate that held him up, a small grin pulling at his cheeks, already knowing the answer.

Bella groans, her eyes rolling, "He’s not my boyfriend Jayj, you know that." She states firmly, clearly annoyed by the question; JJ mouthing back the words with a smirk as she spoke didn't help the obvious irritation of the subject.

"Yeah well I beg to differ! He’s taking up all your time, I don’t see you no more mama." His face (a small pout and his eyes wide) making it obvious how serious he meant his words.

She notices, reciprocating his expressions as she almost pleads, "No J, I’ve been stuck at work all week I told you that! It’s not his fault."

He scoffs under his breath, his eyebrows jerking as his eyes take the keys in his lap, "Excuses, excuses.."

"Jayj.." She practically begs as her eyes tear up, her eyelashes batting away the urge to cry as her brows knit together through pure frustration.

He laughs at her but couldn't hide the slight lip quiver caused by the sight infront of him; scratching at his brow to distract himself, "I’m just teasing ma, I know!"

Bella's eyes lift as her mouth falls wide, her brows forming into a frown, "Don't do that!" She lifts herself onto her toes to land a smack on his head, forcing a sound of pain to fall from his mouth as he grips his hair, "Making me feel bad J.."

JJ opens his mouth to apologise but before he could, his attentions pulled away, "JJ!" Pope waves to him, shaking the boat keys in the air to tell him it's ready.

"Oh bro I gotta go Pope needs me! See you round?" He jumps off the crate with a ‘thud’, tapping his hand to Bella's arm.

Her eyes fall as another frown takes her face, "What?? But.. JJ! You're so busy all the time I never see you anymore!" She whines mockingly as she pushes her bottom lip out, tilting her head for more sarcasm.

He bites the inside of his cheek, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as a small breathy laugh falls from his tongue, "… shut up!" He glares at her, only causing another giggle to fill the painful silence.

She smiles, holding in the laugh as her face tenses, forcing a strong complexion to take her features, “Never!”

JJ can’t help but laugh once more before shaking his head, taking his hat off her head and smoothing back his hair to place the hat ontop. “You’re a funny one Bells!” He flashes her a quick wink before spinning his keys around his finger and heading over toward the other boy.

Her brows wobble at her contemplation that clearly took over her face. Her mouth opens and closes before lifting to a soft smile, “Hey Jayj??” She shouts over the noise of creaking wood and middle-aged men yelling; her hands lifting to surround her mouth, tunnelling the sound.

His head swings back, lifting his hat slightly to block the incoming sun from above, “Yeah??”

“Love you!!” She blushes at her own words, squinting her eyes in the sunlight as her skirt gently swayed against her thighs.

JJ laughs against his breath, “Yeah love you too asshole!!” He steps onto the boat beside him.

They both quickly raise their fists, sticking out their middle fingers; causing them both to drop a throaty laugh at one another before turning away and heading back to their previous intentions.

John B stood with his arms crossed, his eyebrows raised as he fought to keep his hair in place against the wind, “God just kiss already..” He mumbles loud enough that she hears as she walks over. The words finding her focus and her head jolts up.

All that was picked up from the camera was the back of Bella’s head and John B’s widened eyes at her notice; Bella lifts her arms to shove him close to the edge of the pier deck. He stumbles backwards, catching himself on one of the wooden beams holding up the pathway. Bella laughs and he merely watches her from afar, keeping his distance as she snorts, uncontrollably laughing, causing a snicker to fall from his own mouth.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you what the hell the thing between them is. I mean half the island thinks she’s with Rafe and the other half JJ. So it’s not only this underlying rivalry between Kooks and Pogues, it’s much deeper than that in the sense that The Cut is team JJ and Figure Eight is team Rafe.” John B laughs to himself, “It’s like twilight in real life. But if I’m being honest..” he whispers, gesturing to the camera to come closer, glancing back at Bella who sat on the boat behind him, “I don’t think she likes either of them. I mean it’s just how she is, she’s the same with me. Unless she’s a- no I won’t say that haha! But you get what I mean.”

Back at TannyHill..

“Ha yes!! Eat shit Rafe!” Callum shouts to him as their heads stay facing the tv infront of them. Rafe’s brows knitted and tongue poking out ever so slightly; the concentration very evident, not hearing Callum’s words of discouragement. Or more so, ignoring them.

“Bullshit!! How??” Callum screams once again, Rafe able to land a hit on him without Cal even noticing.

A small chuckle falls from Rafe’s lips, his body leant over his knees.

Callum sat right beside him, back straight, holding the controller in the air as if moving it on its own would do anything at all.

The slam of the front door throws him off, Rafe managing the last final blow before a big defeat screen pops up on his side.

“Ha! Asshole. Teaches you to fucking get all cocky on me.” Rafe drops the controller on the table, relaxing back into the couch with his hands rested behind his head, lips lifted to a cocky smirk despite his previous statement.

Earlier Callum had challenged Rafe to a 1v1 due to the fact that Rafe was certain he’d win after Cal’s performance against Topper that morning; Callum getting all worked up and confident as he’d never seen Rafe even touch the game before.

“Prick..” He mumbles, joining Rafe against the back of the couch.

“Fucking Bull..” A voice loudens coming closer.

The boys both look up to notice their other counterpart, Topper, walking into the room. A frown taking Rafe’s face. “Sarah got bored of you?” Callum snorts at his question earning him a dirty stare from Topper.

“No. She’s out with her friends.”

“Then why the long face for?” Callum snickers, Rafe hitting his arm to get him to stop.

“What’s up?” He frowns, seeing genuine upset in Toppers face as he can’t look at the two of them.

Topper scoffs at his thoughts, shaking his head as he rubs a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Guess what I found out today.” He sighs through his words.

“What did you find out today Topper? Enlighten us!” Rafe speaks calmly, surprisingly.

“Being friends with a girl, especially when she’s Bella Brooks, has taught me how to deal with shit like that! She gets upset over the smallest things, gets overwhelmed easily, things like that you know. The way I had to help her and comfort her, I kinda use that with the guys too. I mean it’s very rare, none of us ever get upset unless it’s some girl shit Toppers whining about. But she told me that even if you’re joking about shit like that it probably means it’s hurting more so just be nice. I guess it does kinda work but don’t tell her that. If she finds out I’ve actually taken her advice and been nice to someone other than her she’s never gonna let it go.”

“My girlfriend,” He looks up at Rafe, his eyes darken, “Your sister! Has been talking to the Pogue down on the south side. Don’t know when, don’t know how, but a message on her phone came up while she was using the bathroom!”

“Which one??” Rafes brows drop together, his tone more serious now.

“Uh John B!”

“Shit!!” Rafe yells as he pushes himself off the couch, picking up his phone from the table and walking away to the front door without a second thought.

“Woah where you going??”

“Got a date or something?” The boys both look at one another and laugh before stopping at the sound of Rafe sighing.

“Bella’s with that asshole today ain’t she! Gonna go check on her be right back.” He scratched his head, running out the door before hopping on his bike and riding off to where the cameras could no longer see.

"What's all the noise?" Rose struts into the living room, glass of champagne in hand. She glares at the two boys on the couch.

"Uh yep we're going!" Callum drops the controller.

"Sorry ma'am!!" Kelce gets up hastily, avoiding eye contact.

They mumble as they run out the front door, avoiding any slight conversation with her.

"Those kids have issues.." She rolls her eyes, going out to the boat.

The three of them sat on Ward's boat, sharing a cooler full of ready-made sandwiches and packets of chips. Cans of coca-cola and beer spread beneath. The temperature only grew warmer as the day went on, the skies clear and wind come to a halt, the water still.

The cameramen left them to it for a while, enjoying their own lunch whilst a camera sat on the boat, picking up the footage for them.

"So Bella after this we'll go home and sort out the housing okay?" Ward spits out between bites of his sandwich.

Bella only nods, mouth full of food. John B turns to her, a frown pulling at his brows, "You still gotta pay for that shit? I thought you said Callum agreed to moving in?"

She laughs as she tries clearing her throat, covering her mouth as she spoke, "Nah he was drunk, apparently when he's drunk it's like he's in Vegas. Anything goes and nothing will change. It's his stupid rule but it's the most idiotic thing i've ever heard. So according to him, nope. And we never will!" Bella shrugs, an obvious look of disappointment taking her face but was quickly covered by a forced smile.

"I have tried reasoning with him John, but with a boy like him you'll never get through to him. His mind is set and nothings changing it unfortunately. I even mentioned just taking in Bella again and he flipped."

"What he hurt you??"

"Almost..” Bella sighs at the thought, “It's why I agreed to just drop the idea as a whole. I don't care as long as he's okay and no ones hurt you know.." She smiles lightly, keeping her eyes down as John B watches with slight concern in his eyes.

"Well she's got work tomorrow haven't you? And Rafe's gonna check up on her throughout the day. Keep Cal at bay I suppose." He chuckles, easing the moment slightly as he takes a sip of his beer.

"Thats good.." John B replies calmly, the air becoming tense and the awkwardness growing.

Bella looks up and notices the two glance at one another, wanting to move the conversation on quickly, "So who's episode is it tomorrow?"

"Uhh.. Pretty sure they said it was Sarah's. Rafe's is the one after I'm sure of that! He keeps saying how he's sticking with you all day."

She snorts, choking on her food, "Emotional support type thing."

"Exactly that!" Ward laughs, the previous conversation long gone as the air once again filled with joy.

"Shit.." John B mutters, frowning down at his can as he swirled the liquid around the metal.

Bella looks up, her clear motherly instincts kicking in as the upset reaches her eyes quickly, "Whats wrong??"

"Nah! Nothing just, kinda forgot about the camera's!" He laughs, her body relaxing as her shoulders release and eyes soften, "Are we meant to of like, entertained or something?"

Ward laughs at the concerned tone in John B's voice, enjoying the thought for the show despite his lack of cooperation. "No thats the point of the show! If they want you to talk about something or explain something they usually do it later on, let you do your thing first. It wouldn't be a reality show otherwise. It'd be a.." He takes a moment, the kids waiting patiently for him to think of a punchline, looking back at one another with a smirk, "A.. Fake-ality show!"

The kids snicker, the obvious seriousness and proudness to his words making the sentence 10x funnier. He starts laughing, nodding over his embarrassment as the realisation sinks in, "Couldve been better huh.." Bella and John B nod before the hold on their laughs break, letting out these loud cackles as they hold themselves back from falling over; Silence hitting when the laughs hit so deep, arms swinging around holding stomachs.

Ward stops laughing and watches, his lips tucked, admitting defeat. "I don't think it was that bad.."

“What do you two think about Ward? About the Camerons? You both seem to be quite close with them!”

The two of them take a moment to think, brows furrowed as the glance at one another. Bella lifts her eyes to Ryan, a small smile tugging at her lips, “The Cameron’s are literal lifesavers. They’re practically my adopted family so they mean everything to me!” She giggles, a shrug assisting her words. “He’s always been there for me and they do treat me like family so I have nothing to complain about!” Her smile softens, another shrug following before turning to John B to hear his opinion.

“Well I mean they’ve really helped me out money wise! Without them I’d be living on the streets. So if anything I owe them a lifetime! I couldn’t tell you how grateful I am for Ward if I’m being honest.” He smiles to Bella, them both nodding, content with their answers as they look back up at the camera.

"You know JJ’s actually not shut up about you since you last came over." John B stretches out on the boat chair, legs spread as he leans his head back to enjoy the sun.

Ward occupies himself, looking out over the water with a grin, enjoying the view and the company.

Bella sighs, nodding as she leans her head against John B's shoulder, tucking her legs up to her chest. "I'm not surprised.. but I told him to come see me at work!"

"You think he'd survive that Bells? Rafe would kill him." He laughs looking down at her as his fingers graze the little patch of skin between her skirt and top. His words caused Bella to look up, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Okay yeah true.. Well no! He's been really good with JJ recently actually. It's Callum who'd have a problem with it but I can usually calm him down." She shrugs, resting her head back to its previous position.

John B watches a moment, rolling his eyes with a smirk, "Yeah sure."

"What??" She looks up; clearly picked up on the smile that accompanied his comment.

"Nothing just.. you don't see it do you?"

"See what exactly?" She frowns, hand pushing at his chest to lift herself up slightly.

"Nah just.. in what universe would Rafe willingly be nice to JJ?"

"Well I asked him to?" She tilts her head, not picking up on the hints.

He shakes his head, not wanting to point out what he's thinking as he doesn't want to ruin anything, "Nah sorry nevermind!" Bella's brows furrow, her mouth agape as she tries to read his mind.

"Ward are you ready?" The camera crew walk back onto the boat and take Ward inside, distracting Bella and John B away from the conversation.

The camera crew let them finish before joining them back on the boat, Ward sat with them inside whilst John B and Bella enjoyed the sun outside. Bella sat on one of the chairs, her legs up on the glass table as John B rested his head against her lap, his hair splayed out and hands behind his head. She fiddled with his loose strands whilst he kept his eyes up on hers, deep in conversation with one another.

“They are a funny coupling. I think it’s sweet though. How close they are just from heaving fish around.” He laughs, “But she’s like that with everyone and I find it very relieving, knowing her struggle with friends in the past. With Sarah.” His hand finds the back of his head, scratching an itch caused by the heat from the sun.

“I mean she’s practically the islands mum. Looks after my children, the Pogues, everyone really! Even me sometimes,” he chuckles, almost sounding surprised by his own words. “She’s good like that yeah..”

He smiles softly, looking back to watch her talk to John B for a moment.

“You really do see her like your own don’t you!” Ryan states, watching him.

“I mean how couldn’t I. Shes so special to me. I wouldn’t have had it any other way; raising her and all that. And I sure as hell know Rafe and the other boys wouldn’t either. They all see her how I do, with just pure happiness, relief in a way. She calms us all: Me, Rafe, John B, JJ. Everyone who’s close enough with her. It’s something no words could describe. We all just have so much love for her. It’s why I dont understand how people like Rose can’t try to like her. Why she accepts my children and not her. Bella was living with us at the time, she just doesn’t like her. She even likes Callum! That must say something atleast..” Ward spoke, his eyes fixated on the pairing outside, never shifting. A smile held perfectly still on his lips through every word.

“Ward?”

“Hm?” He turns back around, as if nothing had happened.

“Can we get onto the topic now?”

“Yes sorry!” He clears his throat, straightening himself up as he readjusts his watch on his wrist, pulling down his collar to flatten it.

“You know Sarah?” John B raises his brows, watching Bella’s expressions contort.

“Hm..” Bella frowns, tilting her head as she bites her lip, taking a moment, “I don’t think I do no..” She shakes her head, holding back a small smile.

John B gives her a stare causing her to laugh as she shrugs, “Sorry yeah sure.”

“I uh.. I’ve been talking to her actually!”

Bella’s eyebrows furrow, eyes widening as her mouth falls open, “What..” She pauses processing what he’s saying, “I- She.. She’s with Topper, John B!” She states informatively, making sure he understands the situation like she does.

“Yeah I know that! But he’s a dick Bells. She deserves better than that.”

“You don’t know the other half of it. He loves her John B, and even if he was a ‘dick’, condoning cheating is still not okay?”

“I’m not? I’m just saying that if she ever did end things with her, I’d.. you know.. I..”

“Do you have a little crush John B..??” She teases, poking his face all over until he has enough and pushes her off, making her giggle at his antics. “Aww there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, it’s cuuuuute.” She sings the last word, a big grin on her face as she watches his expressions change because of her words.

“Shut up, you like Rafe..” He closes his eyes, arms crossed over his chest like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

Her eyebrows dip, her lips quivering trying to hold back a laugh but failing, “Okay? But I don’t?” She snorts at the pure lie that left his mouth knowing how he’s trying to switch the subject around onto her.

“Mm.. guess we both have things we don’t wanna admit huh..”

She sighs, a breathy laugh accompanying; slapping his bare stomach from where his shirt lifted up, pulling a groan from his throat, “Shut up!”

Bzzz

“Was that you or me?” John B lifted his head slightly, looking around for any sight of a phone.

“I think it was me!” She lifts her bum to pull the phone from under her thigh. The boy watches her face frown as she reads the name and the message.

“Who is it? Cal?”

She shakes her head, moving her phone slightly to see his face, “Rafe..”

His eyes widen and fall again, the mention of Rafe’s name following a frown is the rarest of rare for Bella. He couldn’t comprehend the issue.

“She never mentioned they had issues. We were joking about him seconds before I didn’t understand. Its Rafe. And Bella. Like there’s never been a problem there.” He speaks with a constant dip in his brow, still confused even after knowing the truth.

“So Ward you help out? Does that mean you don’t get paid?”

“No of course we don’t! We volunteer. Thats the whole point is to not get paid. It’d be stupid to volunteer and expect something back!” He laughs at Ryan like his question was stupid, a big grin sat across his face.

“Right..” Ryan laughs awkwardly, feeling slightly idiotic. “So all you do is fill and carry crates?”

“Well no.. I mean it depends on so much! The weather, the day, the jobs available etcetera. Today Heyward had his son transport the necessary goods, and there was a lack of help in fish duty! So we helped out.”

“Oh okay. So what else do you do? Could you explain that for us?”

“Yes of course. A lot of the time we bring our boat down and do peoples food deliveries, and sometimes end up doing some more chores for those houses too like mowing the lawn. Other times like today when those jobs are already being done, we can fish, fill and move crates, or anything in that area. Sometimes we work at the store fronts, so we can sell boards, hooks, rods and stuff like that! It all depends on what’s free and what is needed that day!”

Bella had sent in a screenshot of the messages to put into the episode, we will show them to you in the next few minutes.

Bella shows John B the message, the tone coming from him very different to the usual Rafe Bella deals with. Evident by the previous texts seen in the screenshots.

He can’t help but scoff at the sentence, “Does he mean me?”

She shrugs, a sigh leaving her mouth as her brows knit together, “I’d say JJ, but.. why would he even care? I don’t.. I..”

John B takes the phone, typing something out so she would stop panicking. “There! Just gotta ask.” He hands it back to her, watching her squeeze the phone in her palm as she awaited Rafe’s response.

When a second buzz rings out, she takes a moment to read the message before her head jerks up, eyes scanning the area as her brows fall closer together. John B lifts himself to look over her hand at her phone, reading off the message before joining her in the search.

Ignore the time stamps ^

He lifts himself from her lap, cautious of both of their own wellbeing’s if he really did see.

She sighs again, leaning back on her chair, “Whatever, he’s probably just messing with us.”

“It’s not that I was scared of him- God no! I’d never be scared of Rafe that’s one thing I’m sure of! But it’s that I’m scared of what he can do. What I know Cal will do if he tells him I had a ‘Pogue’ laying on my thighs. Not to me. But to anyone else in the vicinity, aka JJ or John B depending on where and when. He’d never hurt me, never! But I know what he’s capable of.. and it’s not something I like to get myself involved in.”

“What exactly do you mean by that? Could you-”

“I mentioned it in the last episode, well.. yesterday! I don’t need to talk about it again. I don’t want to. I’m done.” She smiles before finding her way back to Ward.

“Bella!” John B exclaims, turning to the side of the boat. Before Bella could comprehend John B had fallen back into the boat.

“Woah woah woah hey hey Rafe stop!! What’re you doing??” She jumps up, holding her hand out to kind of ease him away.

Rafe doesn’t listen, stepping closer, his eyes not leaving John B as he stands up, “I hear your speaking to my sister and now your trying to steal my girl too is that it??”

John B chokes through a laugh, “Your girl?? She isn’t your girl Rafe cmon. No one would wanna be your girl!”

Rafe lunges himself forward, fist raised; Bella steps in the way, causing Rafe to pull back immediately, eyes wide as he realises he almost hit her. She pushes her palm to his chest, urging him to step back.

He watches her face contort into a mix of anger and upset, “Rafe, what the hell is wrong with you? He’s not talking to Sarah and we’re just friends okay? Calm down.” Her voice was soft but anyone could’ve picked up how irritated she was from the wobble in her words.

Those words, from her, ‘what the hell is wrong with you’ caused tears to well in his eyes. The one person he holds dearest to himself, sees the bad in him. The one thing he’s tried to keep from her since the day his father told him to look after her.

Ward steps out, holding the door with a hand as he frowns, “Rafe we’re trying to film here? Could you..” Ward gestures for him to leave waving his hand at him, Rafe scoffs but obliges, turning away with a nod of agreement.

John B took a sigh of relief as he falls into the seat beside him, taking a breath. Bella watches Rafe walk away, his previous expression held in her mind. Her eyes fall as they begin to glisten; she bites her lip, holding back but not for long.

“Hey Rafe wait! Please!” She jogs over, avoiding the small puddles of water that could make her slip if she wasn’t careful.

She catches up to him and quickly pulls him into a hug, resting his head onto her shoulder. She takes a moment to just hold him, the heat making it hard but she didn’t care. His arms hesitate but soon wrap around her, pulling her in tightly. The action caused her to suck in a breath, realising how needed this hug was for him.

Rafe watches Ryan, his eyes tired and bothered. He stands there, no words leaving his mouth before he frowns, walking away and flipping the camera off on the way.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you but..” Bella lifts his head, her hands rested against his cheeks as she takes his eyes in hers, “But I’m fine okay? You don’t have to worry about me.” She assures him, her eyes deep in his trying to get him to understand. She rubs her thumbs against his skin as he leans into her touch.

He catches a camera in the corner of his eyes and lifts his head out of her grasp, causing a slight dip in her brow, “Do you like him more than me?” He spits out without realising, his eyes widen at the realisation.

Bella steps back, brows furrowed and mouth agape; like he just stabbed her in the heart. “Why would I- What.. Why would I like him more than you Rafe?” She whines, confused why he’d ever assume that.

He shrugs ignoring her obvious upset by his own question, “Nah just.. you know, making sure. You’re my best friend, you remember that?”

She shakes her head, raising an eyebrow through disbelief, “Is that what this is all about?” He watches her, feeling ashamed he even brought up the question. “Rafe you are MY best friend! No one else!! Nothing’s gonna ever change that okay? But I’m allowed other friends too.. I promise there’s nothing between us okay we were just having a chat. It wasn’t anything special!”

He nods along, believing her every word of course but still not liking it. The thought of her liking someone other than him cutting deep into his mind, feeling like an effort to rid of him. He taps her hand with his, grazing her fingers in his own, “See you round.”

She looks down at his hand, a frown taking over her face once again. Looking back up at him, “No love you or anything? Thought I was your girl asshole!”

He chokes out in a laugh, smirking as he rolls his eyes, a slight blush taking his cheeks, “Yeah fine love you Bee.”

She laughs unbelieving, “Good enough I guess.” She jokingly rolls her eyes, “Love you too idiot.” She places a kiss to his cheek before running back to the boat.

He stands there a moment, smiling to himself before his hand finds his hair, pushing it out of his face. He looks over at the camera, pointing a finger at it, “Better fucking cut that shit out.. you won’t wanna know what happens if you don’t.”

"What the hell was all of that about??" Ward spits, glancing at the two kids infront of him.

They both fall silent, John B looking up at Bella who stood guiltily, hands behind her back.

Ward follows his gaze, taking Bella's eyes in his own as he raises a brow, "What's Rafe's deal?Does he not realise we won't have a show if he's crashing it?"

His words cause a wince on Bella's face, her eyes widen and mouth fallen open, "He was just asking a question." Her voice was quiet and soft.

"He was shouting at you!" Ward yells, throwing a hand towards where Rafe was.

She stares at him, realising trying to defend Rafe isn't going to work. Her mouth sits open as she watches him look between them. He shrugs at John B, "Wasn't he?"

"Yeah.. it was my fault sir I-"

"No it wasn't please don't take the blame!" She pleads, shaking her hand at him before stepping closer to Ward. "It was my fault!! I swear, he was upset and I made it worse I didn't mean to-"

"I don't have time for this. Make sure he doesn't come back here! I'll speak to him later, he can't be speaking to you like that." He frowns, pulling Bella into his chest tightly.

"I'm going to finish the interview then we'll go home okay?" Bella merely nods, stepping back; placing herself next to John B.

“Sorry about that!” Ward sits back down, his smile still stuck on tightly. “Where were we?”

“Did you not think to invite Rafe onto the boat?”

Ward laughs, eyebrows furrowed as he looks for the punchline in Ryan’s eyes. When he realised there isn’t one his eye twitches slightly, “Rafe? You think he’d want to spend his time with all the fish? I’m sure he was just trying to cause some sort of trouble! Boys right.” He chuckles rolling his eyes, pushing the conversation away with it.

“But anyways-“

“The kids have all mentioned how you clearly favour certain people over the rest. I’m assuming Rafe isn’t one of them?”

Wards eyes widen, his brows pushing down against them as a lump begins to form in his throat, “Why the hell would I dislike my own son for? Where’s this come from? Who said that?”

“All of them really. I only brought it up because you seem to heavily favour-”

“I won’t stand for this type of nonsense Ryan! On a show, about my own family, my own children!! And you’re accusing me of picking favourites?? They are all my kids and I love them all equally with every piece of me! So do not, and I mean do not EVER tell me what I’m doing is wrong or how I’m raising my children is wrong! Do your job and stay out of it. This is ridiculous!” He doesn’t even look in Ryan’s direction as he pulls himself from the chair and rips open the glass door that divided the outside from the inside; followed by a breathy grunt.

Ward reached for Bella’s wrist, yanking her up off the chair, “Ow Ward you’re hurting me..!” She whines, looking back at John B for assurance but he didn’t have time to help as Ward had already dragged her off the boat.

“Sorry honey but we’re getting out of here! Away from that silly man.”

“Why? Did something happen?” She stops, watching Ward gently rub his thumb to her wrist where a small red mark was left behind; his brows dipping at the sight.

“Ward? Did he say something to you?”

Her words caught his attention, his eyes springing to hers as a quick shake to his head was enough for her to understand. “He just needs to learn that just because we’re on a show, it doesn’t mean he can make shit up to make it interesting.”

“What did he say?” She frowns, concern coating her face as she tilts her head slightly.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart let’s just get home and sort this house out shall we?” He lifts his arm, his elbow touching her own as he plants a smile to his lips, reassuring her that it’s okay.

She looks back to where John B was packing away; catching a glimpse of her, he waves a ‘goodbye’ as she does too. Hesitantly, she takes Wards arm in her own, he guides her back down to the car where they take a silent but peaceful and well deserved drive home.

“Yeah I’d say Wards like a dad to me! I mean I barely knew mine so he’s the closest I’ll get to one. So yeah I’d say so! He helps out a lot with literally anything and everything. It’s why I offer to do jobs and stuff with him when I can because it’s like payback in a way you know.” She giggles, her smile warm and eyes soft.

It was now around 4:30. It had been a long, hot, stressful day and the two of them were ready to go back home and just relax. The sun had already begun to drop, as the wind had picked back up; cooling the once humid air.

The two of them reach the estate, getting out the car and heading inside.

Walking back into the house, Ward stops Bella at the entrance, turning her body so she'd face him. He rested his hands on her shoulders, "I want to apologise for earlier.. I wasn't mad at you. Rafe was getting me worried about the show.."

She shakes her head, taking Wards hands from her shoulders and holding them tightly, "It's okay I know.. it's just.. he didn't do anything wrong?"

"It might not seem like it honey, but when it's constant disobedience it just gets too much and slightly upsetting. I gave him specific rules before starting the show, and so far? He's broken two of them!"

"Rules? What rules?" Bella frowns, tilting her head as she lets go of his hands, placing them by her side.

"There's three! 'Don't start pointless arguments, 'Behave and save the attitude for his room, and three, 'Don't say things that aren't about himself.' The shows about everyone yes, but talking bad about the other people on the show isn't what I wanted it for. I'm glad he hasn't broken it yet but I'm not counting on the thought that he won't."

"But telling the truth is better for the show is it not? You want the show to be a real depiction of your life! Telling Rafe to behave and not be rude is like telling him to not be himself!" Her tone was serious but her words only caused a chuckle from Wards lips.

"I don't think you want him hearing that."

She snorts realising what she said before shrugging it off, "I mean I said to tell the truth!" She giggles.

Ward smirks, taking her hand again, "Come on, he's not following them anyways so l guess you don't have much to worry about."

Hand in hand, Ward pulls Bella through to his office. "Take a seat sweetheart." He gestures his hand to the seat opposite his desk as he places himself in his chair.

Bella sits, crossing her legs on the chair but making sure to pull at the hem of her skirt to cover everything necessary. Ward pulls out some documents from a drawer in his desk, tapping them against the table.

He looks up at the camera beside them that was placed by the window in the corner of the office, "Basically, every month me and Bella add up every dollar she's made over the four weeks, take off anything that 'goes missing' aka Callum has taken for God knows what, work out the average time she's spent actually in the house, and thats how we work out how much she pays for her half of the rent money. It seems confusing-"

"It is confusing! It's why I let you do it and I just sit here." Bella laughs awkwardly, a small wobble in her words causing Ward to chuckle lightly.

"Right yes. I do all of that and her job is to send the money over." They both laugh, Bella's cheeks reddening; Ward fiddles with the paper in his hand. "Because she stays here most of the time but also takes all the responsibilities for her and Callum, I don't feel as though it’s very fair for her to pay the whole chunk, so we work it out to down to the time"

Bella nods, a half smile pulling at her lip, "See, confusing!" She looks into the camera, her complexion blank at the effort of processing Wards explanation.

Knock Knock

The sound made Bella’s body jolt as they both turn to the door to the office, their faces lifting again once they see the familiar face walk in, "Wheezie!" Bella exclaims joyfully, swinging her arms out to gesture a hug. Wheezie skips over with a quiet 'hi" to Ward, falling effortlessy into Bella's arms, slowly making her way onto her lap.

"Everything okay? We sort of have a thing Wheezie." Wards tone stiffened, more forced now. She seemed to shrug it off, not as bothered as Bella clearly was, a sign that Wheezie was most likely used to this behaviour.

"She doesnt seem to care but everyone sees it! He's sooo different with everyone. It's actually crazy and it makes me feel really bad. He's so nice with me but when he starts randomly bursting out on Rafe or getting irritated by Wheezie that's when it really bothers me. Its either be nice to everyone or don't bother because thats horrible you know! its mostly when Rafe's trying to talk to me about something Wards said or done to him but then brings up how id never understand because hes so different with me. It physically hurts because ive seen it, i know it happens, yet everyone holds this grudge against me because i get it easy: its not my fault, its not like i want him to be this nice with me i never asked him to be. I dont get why i get the hate?"

"Just, Sarah seems upset and Rose is in a mood again, and I'm just concerned about Rafe because he's not here right now and-"

"Hey hey shh." Ward stands up, crouching down infront of the girls and taking Wheezie's hands in his own. "Slow down, what's going on with Sarah?"

She shrugs, a sniffle escaping her nose as she pushes at the bridge of her glasses, "I don't know! I mean I think it might be to do with Topper? Because he seemed mad earlier and Rafe was on about some Pogue she was with or something? And Rose is just mad because of the cameras and also all of us were apparently annoying her and she was getting really stressed I think? I don't know! But I can't deal with it on my own, what do I do?"

Ward looks up at Bella who gives him a reassuring nod, accompanied by a soft smile. He looks back at Wheezie as he stands up, tugging at her hand to pull her from Bella's lap,

"Come on, you go upstairs I'll deal with them okay? Where are they?" He tilts his head down to her level.

Her eyes wander as she tries to think under pressure, "Uhm.. I think.. I know Sarah's on the boat! Rose is in the kitchen I think but I don't think Rafe's in the house?"

"What do you mean you don't think he's in the house where did he go?"

Her face contorts, her shoulders shrugging as she throws her hands up in the air, "I have no idea! Last I was told, he went to go see Bella. But he's not with her so l'm not sure. Sorry." Her eyes fall, Wards hand finds her chin as he guides her face to look at him.

"I’ll find him okay! You go relax, I'll talk to them."

She nods and mutters a quiet 'thank you' before skipping out the office and up the stairs.

Ward lets out a deep breath, his hand running over his face as his brows knit together. He sits himself back down on the black leather seat.

"I thought-?" Bella points to the door, confusion clearly masking her face.

"I'll sort it later. Let's just get this done please!" He sounded irritated, pissed off even. Nothing had happened yet he seemed to switch like that.

"How'd it go bro?" Kelce passes Rafe a beer as they walk over the grass to Tanny Hill.

"Don't ask.." Rafe spits, rolling his eyes as he takes a big mouthful, finishing the drink in one.

"Woah slow down man!" Callum catches up, snatching the can from his grasp but it was too late. "Whats up? John B talking up my sister too?"

He groans, running a hand through his strands as he opens the door, "What do you think?"

"She still at the dock? Forgot she was working today."

"No idea. Don't really care." He shrugs, helping himself to another beer from the refrigerator on the way through the kitchen.

"Dude watch your mouth that's my sister you're talking about! Thought you were all obsessed with her or some shit?" Callum grimaces at his own words but also very serious about his question.

"Gross man. I ain't obsessed with her bro!" Rafe spits as if Callum's words were absurd. "I gotta take care of her a'ight? What my old man told me to do."

"So you're using her?"

"Just shut up Cal!! You know that's not what I meant. Why do you care anyways? You hate her!"

Callum's head swings round, gripping Rafes collar in an instant, "Say that shit again and your dead you understand me??"

"Get the fuck off me Callum.." He stares at him, holding his ground whilst also slowly trying to wriggle out of Callum's grasp.

His grip loosens when he hears Bella's voice through the door behind them; he turns around, forgetting about his hold on Rafe.

"Guess she's in there!" Rafe shrugs, brushing himself off; earning him a glare from Callum.

"Where were we?" He searches through the papers on the desk. Bella watches intently, her eyes full of concern as her eyebrows form a v shape. She doesn't say anything however, just watches him.

"Okay so you've earned a total of-" A loud bang and a mass of voices erupts through the halls, made out through the crack in the door. Wards face meets his palms as he groans. The noises in the other room only growing louder causing Wards expressions to deepen.

He lifts his head, looking back down at the papers, "A total of-" He's cut off once again by the door creaking open slowly, the sounds coming to a halt. He bites the inside of his cheek as he chuckles away the clear pain this situation is causing him.

Despite opening the door, a small knock is still made out before three figures walk into the room. "May we help you?" Ward spat, his eyes piercing into each of their own.

"There you are Bells!" Her eyes widen at the familiar voice, her back raising as a shiver takes over her body; hesitating before turning to become face to face with her brother. "You been with Ward all day?"

"Yeah!" She frowns, confused about his calm tone.

Callum nods a second, biting his lip as his eyes squint. He gives Bella his hand, squeezing his fingers to his palm and letting go again to gesture for her to take it. "Come!"

"Cal l'm-" She points at Ward and the papers, Callum's face dropping with pure uninterest.

"We're in the middle of something Callum she can speak with you soon!"

He frowns at Ward, quickly turning back to Bella, trying again with his hand. "Well we're going out. Your coming. I haven't seen you all day!"

"Callum!" Wards hand meets the desk with a hard smack, he takes a deep breath, "Callum, just let us finish and she'll-"

"I wasn't talking to you was I? Old man." He heaves, rolling his eyes; not even fazed by the raise in his voice, unlike Bella who looks too terrified to move.

"Cal..??" She whisper-shouts, her brows furrowing at his antics, shaking her head as if to get him to stop.

He ignores her, nodding his head to the door, "Bella let's go." His eyebrows raise, face more serious now as his tone had hardened. His jaw clenched.

The two remaining boys at the door, Rafe and Kelce, both give each other a look of concern, a small word passed between them followed by a shake of Kelce's head before looking back at the event.

Bella looks up at Ward, her eyes full of plea. He merely watches her, his face blank as if he'd switched off part way into the conversation. Her focus follows back to the camera before blinking and nodding lightly, lifting herself from the chair and placing her hand into Callum's.

He guides her to the exit, following the others outside; she pulls herself back into the doorway, giving Ward a small smile, “I’ll send you half!”

“No no don’t worry, we’ll sort it tomorrow!” His eyes widen as he pushes himself up. She nods but didn’t quite catch what he said as Callum had dragged her away from the room.

“Would you say you like the Camerons? We haven’t had the chance to speak yet!”

Callum’s face drops, his brows tighten as his expression tenses; scoffing at Ryan’s words, “No why would I?? They think they can control me like I’m their kid or something. But I’m not! And neither is Bella so I don’t know why he’s treating her like she is. She’s MY sister. Not Rafes, not Wheezie’s. Mine!! He doesn’t need to get involved in all her shit, that’s my job now! And it has been for 16 years!” He spits aggressively, shoving past Ryan almost pushing him to the floor.

Ward finds himself in the living room, “Rafe? Let me speak to you!” He calls him over from the couch, leading him into the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” He frowns, “We’re leaving in like ten minutes!”

“Watch your attitude I just want to talk.”

Rafe roles his eyes, sitting himself on one of the stools beside the island.

“Wheezie mentioned you and Topper were involved in something earlier. To do with Sarah and a Pogue?”

“Of course she did..” He curses under his breath, his hand finding his hair, “Yeah what about it?” He slams his hand on the marble.

“I want to know what happened. I mean you stormed our boat earlier.”

“Yeah OUR boat? I was checking on Bella what’s the problem?”

“The problem is you were arguing with her. I was trying to film for the show and you come and start something. Do you not want to act normal for two seconds when the cameras are on you? Are you incapable of that or something Rafe?” He waits for a response but Rafe simply just stares at him, speechless at his sudden switch in attitude since this morning. “Hello? Rafe I’m speaking to you! What is wrong with you?”

The words hit Rafe like a brick, causing a sudden tense in his muscles as he stands up, the force throwing the stool to the ground. “I was making sure she’s okay?? And your-“

“Why wouldn’t she be??”

“And you’re making it out like it’s a bad thing!! Im sorry I give a fuck about someone for once! I’m sorry I’m ACTUALLY doing something you asked for once! But you know MY bad for actually doing what I’m told. Jesus yeah what the hell’s wrong with me??” He smacks Wards water bottle out his hand, covering the counter and his lap in liquid as he leaves.

“We’re not done Rafe!!!” Ward yells through the room, Rafe flipping him off on his way out.

He cleans himself up before going upstairs to find Sarah.

“Hello honey..” Ward slowly opens the door to Sarah’s room, keeping his tone calm because Wheezie mentioned her feeling upset.

“Hi daddy.” She smiles, placing her colouring book on her bed as she gives him her full attention.

He sits himself infront of her on the edge of her bed, placing his hand against her leg; stroking his thumb against her skin ever so slightly. “Are you okay sweetheart?”

She frowns, tilting her head slightly, “Yeah of course. Why?”

He nods lightly, “Just because Wheezie was worried about you! Said something about Topper?”

Her eyes widen and fall as her fingers find a pencil to fiddle with, “Um.. yeah no everything’s fine. He just seemed mad earlier and left me while we were out.”

“What do you mean he left you? Alone?”

She nods, not looking back up at him as his tone shifts only slightly, “Was he mad at you?” He emphasises the ‘you’ as his face tenses.

“I’m not sure. I don’t know what I did! I just went to the bathroom then when I came back he shouted at me and left? So I went to see Layla.” She looks back up at him, her eyes glassing over.

Wards brows furrow; he pulls Sarah into his chest, his hand stroking the back of her head as he places a kiss to the top of it. “I’m so sorry Sare Bear.. I’ll speak to him okay..” He rests his head against hers.

She shakes her head ‘no’ as she lifts herself from his hold, “No it’s okay.” She wipes her nose with her sleeve before tucking her hands into them, “He’ll be fine tomorrow!” She reassures.

“Okay honey..” He strokes the side of her head, his thumb rubbing against her cheek, pulling her head closer to give her another kiss to her forehead. “I love you..”

“Love you too dad..” She smiles softly, picking up her colouring book again. He nods as he leaves to the door, turning back once more to blow a kiss before shutting it behind him.

“That boy is pissing me off..” He mutters to himself as he walks past one of the cameras to go back downstairs; head in his hands.

"Hey Rafe?" Bella runs over, catching up outside the gate, her hand slipping into his.

He doesn't fight it but also doesnt reciprocate, not turning his head to look at her, "Mhm?"

She hesitates at his lack of touch, "Hey look I'm sorry about earlier!" The other boys turn back to watch as they kept walking, looking at one another with a slight snicker.

He looks up at the boys, looking back down at his and Bella’s hands before pulling away, "Yeah look it's fine a'ight? You already said sorry."

Again, he didn't look at her once, meaning he didn't notice the way she very obviously noticed his intent behind his hand pulling away as her eyes began to tear up. Holding back a whimper she takes a deep breath, "I mean.. You could've stayed? W- we weren't doing anything." She looks up at him with her forced doe eyes, hoping for atleast a small reaction.

He shrugs, "Yeah well you looked busy with that Pogue so.. didn't wanna bother you." His eyes squint as he scratches the back of his head; a small 'tut' falling from his lips.

Her eyes widen, a frown forcing onto her brows as a tear falls down her flustered cheeks, "I.. I told you that it didn't m- mean anything?" She choked through her tears, causing a slight eye twitch from Rafe as he fights back from looking at her.

"Look Bells I-“

Callum interrupts, turning back and grabbing Bella's arm, "What he means, Bella, is that us Kooks don't hang around those Pogues a'ight? Don't listen to Rafe, he's being a prick." He spits at Rafe, giving him a dirty glare as he wraps an arm round Bella and pulls her infront to walk with him instead.

Turning back, Callum's brows furrow at Rafe, a small 'what's your fucking problem' falling from his lips silently. Rafe feels himself tense; his fist scrunching as his face contorts into a mix of anger and upset. He hits himself in the head, "Stop it.. Stop it." He scolds himself, blinking back the evident tears that glassed his eyes.

We did end up asking Rafe about the situation but it didn't end the way we wanted so for his sake we can't show the footage, we’re truly sorry but it’s confidential.

The lights were out, the room lit by only the few yellow flames surrounding the couple. The moonlight through the glass doors, filled the room with a slight warm glow. The small table was covered in plates of salmon and glasses of red wine ontop a white tablecloth.

The two enjoyed the meal, watching the stars whilst midway in a deep conversation about one another. Eyes never left the others, hand in hand, admiring every little detail they had missed about each other in the time they had away.

They join eachother on the couch afterwards, putting on a romantic movie about a pianist and an actress. Bodies glued to the other, heads rested together.

"It's been a long day Rose.. those kids are way too much sometimes.." Ward mumbles as he rests his head against Rose's shoulder.

She lifts her hand to gently caress his cheek, placing a light kiss to the top of his head, "I know baby.. thats why I mentioned finding somewhere else for Rafe to stay.. It's one less person to have to worry about after a busy day.." She leans her head against his as he pulls her hand into his own, his fingers tangling between hers.

"We can't kick him out Rose.. not because im tired sometimes.. Its just difficult with so many things and so many people. I almost snapped at Wheezie earlier.."

"Is it getting bad again..?"

He nods a 'yes' against her chest, causing her to tut as she takes a long breath, placing yet another kiss to his head, "Just take it easy the next few days okay.. The cameras are probably making everything worse than it is.. You have a few days without them so just make the most of it okay baby.."

Ward sighs, digging himself deeper into her body, her warmth radiating onto him causing his eyes to fall shut, "Mhm.. Okay honey.. take it.. take it easy.. got it.." He yawns, resting himself fully as she hushes him to sleep. One last kiss to his head before she turned down the tv volume and pulled a blanket over the two of them.

"Sleep well honey.." She smiles softly, watching his eyes flutter as a quiet snore begins to release from his throat. "We'll figure it all out at some point.."

Thank you for watching yet another episode of Keeping Up With The Camerons! Today was a hard one, but maybe tomorrow we'll have some more answers surrounding this supposed 'Pogue' drama as we join Sarah for her day in the sun. Stay tuned and keep an eye out for the next one!

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